#hongjoong drabble

[edenesth]

The Captain's Favourite

Pairing: captain!Hongjoong x doctor!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

'Crazy Form' Comeback Special Series | Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |

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Struggling to steady your laboured breath, you pressed a trembling hand against the stab wound beneath your chest. Blinking rapidly, you attempted to regain clarity in your vision. From what you could discern, it seemed like the injury might not involve a vital organ, offering a glimmer of reassurance.

However, the stark reality hit hard – you were the sole medical professional on board.

You were always the one attending to the health of your fellow crewmates and never the one in need of medical attention. That all changed abruptly during the unexpected ambush launched by a rival pirate crew.

They strategically targeted a crucial member of the crew before escalating the assault further. The rationale was clear – if the ship's only medical personnel was incapacitated, who would attend to the wounded? Save for the captain, you were the next most important person on the vessel.

But the enemy was also aware you were so much more than just a doctor, "There she is, Captain Hongjoong's favourite. Get her," were the chilling words that you heard before feeling the sharp pain of a dagger piercing your abdomen.

The duration of the battle became a haze, with moments of consciousness slipping in and out as you observed, through blurred vision, your crewmates fighting back fiercely to defend your ship and all the treasures within.

The fight finally ended when your captain impaled the rival leader directly in the heart. Hongjoong, visibly exhausted, let out a weary exhale as he dropped his sword, "Take him and go, the rest of you. If you don't wish to join him in the afterlife." He commanded.

The rival pirates hastily moved to remove their leader's lifeless form from your ship without having to be told twice. It took no time for Captain Hongjoong to scan the surroundings anxiously, his heart racing as he searched for you.

"Wh-where is she—"

Before he could finish the sentence, he noticed what seemed to be your boots tucked away in a corner, cleverly concealed behind barrels. The enemy had evidently gone to great lengths to ensure you wouldn't be discovered until it was too late.

Without wasting a moment, he sprinted towards you, pushing all the obstacles out of his way with newfound strength fueled by desperation. His eyes widened, feeling his heart lurch at the sight of the red staining your shirt and your pale complexion.

"No, no, no, no, no, don't you dare leave me!" Hongjoong screamed, gently pulling you into his arms, "Hey, look at me. I'm your captain, and I order you not to close your eyes."

However, no amount of commanding could mend your injuries, and he was acutely aware of that fact. Time blurred as he urgently directed his crew to transport you to the nearest town without delay. Losing you was not an option he was willing to entertain.

Drawing on his experience from observing you tend to injured crewmates countless times, the captain applied pressure and bandaged your wound to minimise the bleeding until you could receive proper medical treatment.

Upon arriving at the closest town, you were swiftly taken to a medical facility, where Hongjoong fought to catch his breath as they gently took you from his arms, "Don't worry, we'll take care of her," He gave the medical staff a firm glare, "You better."

The nurse nodded nervously, motioning for him to wait by the available bench. Everyone in the facility recognised him; it was the very place he had taken you away from many years ago. As a woman, you had been denied the chance to prove yourself despite being an apprentice there.

That changed the day Hongjoong arrived, bloodied and in need of help.

With all the doctors unavailable, you, the only trainee present, seized the opportunity to showcase your skills by treating the pirate captain.

While he rested after you tended to his injury, Hongjoong overheard a conversation between you and your superior. Rather than receiving praise for your competent work, you were berated for not adhering to the rules and taking matters into your own hands.

Enraged by what he heard, he proposed taking you in as the crew doctor. Despite being aware of his pirate status, you agreed because no one had recognised and acknowledged your skills the way he did.

As time passed, you'd grown to harbour feelings for one another. Though neither of you openly admitted to them, the entire crew was well aware of the captain's undeniable affection for you. They often wondered when Hongjoong would muster the courage to confess.

You were used to him always watching out for you; he would go to great lengths, even pretending to be unwell just to stay near you. He'd reprimand other crewmates for inconveniencing you with their minor issues; a total hypocrite himself. It was hard for you to not realise the fact that he was clearly favouring you, especially when everyone aboard has been calling you 'the captain's favourite' since day one.

Except he would always be in denial whenever teased about it, despite his actions proving completely otherwise.

Now, waiting anxiously, he regretted not revealing his feelings sooner. The thought of you potentially dying without knowing his love haunted him. Reflecting on missed opportunities, he questioned why he hadn't uttered those three words earlier. What was holding him back? What was he so afraid of?

After what felt like an eternity, he was finally allowed to see you. Entering the room where you rested, he held his breath until relief flooded over him at the sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. He sat beside you, gently holding your hand to his face and pressing his lips against your palm, "Oh, thank god, you're okay."

Tears streamed down his face silently, oblivious to the fact that you'd awakened to his sobs. You smiled weakly, moving your fingers to wipe his wet cheeks, "Who would've thought? The mighty Captain Hongjoong is crying for me."

His head shot up immediately, a tearful chuckle escaping him and he nodded, "That's right. Do you see the power you have over me?" Taking a deep breath, he decided it was now or never, "I love you so much, you know that? You mean the world to me."

You nodded, "I love you too, captain. Thought you'd never admit it."

Leaning in, he kissed your lips softly, "I'll tell you I love you every day now if I have to. And I refuse to let anything like this happen again. You're moving to my quarters at once."

If you thought he was joking, you were mistaken. Things were about to change drastically. Consider yourself promoted from crew doctor to the captain's most valuable treasure, as if you weren't already.

Now that we have Prince San, General Seonghwa, and Captain Hongjoong, I'm still contemplating what other roles to assign to the rest of the members.

Anyway, really hope you're all enjoying these imagines. Thanks for reading, and as always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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[wontune]

✰ ゙ Hongjoong [ ateez ] lockscreens ‹‹

[sungbeam]

yours, mine, & everything in between

kim hongjoong x gn!reader (no prns mentioned)

0.7k words, fluff, est. relationship au, one kiss, darling petname used — some things hongjoong thinks about when he's finally home (in your arms).

a/n: im trying to figure out if i like the normal text as the title ,,, anyways, sorry this one's so short T-T

Kim Hongjoong fought to keep his eyes awake. The light flooding into the darkened bedroom from the en suite bathroom helped him force his eyes open, but it was all to watch with warm tenderness the view before him.

Your back was to him as you sat at the vanity mirror you both shared in the bathroom, a low hum flowing from your lips like a siren song. An old shirt of his hung off your frame, the collar stretched and warped from thorough usage and wear, the light teal color faded.

He couldn't remember when it happened—when this image had become the thing he associated with the word home.

Although a workaholic, he could never compare an all nighter to sleeping by your side, to watching yourself unwind and disassemble your carefully crafted walls to be with him. You could be bare with him in a way that didn't mean physically. And in his drowsy state, the light from the bathroom haloed around you to make you look even more divine.

How'd he get so lucky?

When you finally finished your nightly routine, you quietly stood from the vanity stool and closed the bathroom lights. Your footsteps were light as you padded across the bedroom floor to slowly sink down onto the bed beside him.

Eyes not yet adjusted to the dark, Hongjoong let his eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of your fingers caressing his cheek. “You should be sleeping,” you whispered to him as he leaned into your touch.

He hummed, taking your hand to pull you under the covers with him to wrap you up in his embrace. “Not without you,” he murmured into the familiar scent clinging to your skin.

Something like contentment settled in the pit of his stomach when he realized why the smell was so familiar. It was the notes of sandalwood and bergamot—the body wash he'd been using since college. You smelled like him.

He felt your nose nudge at his pulse, his heartbeat steady and calm and comforted. “Mmm, so this is where all my body wash has gone,” you mused lowly after recognizing the familiar smells of your own soap lingering on his pretty neck and collarbone.

Hongjoong gave you a sleepy smile in the dark. “I couldn't help myself,” he admitted with a bite of his lip. “You used my body wash though. An eye for an eye.”

“So you're saying that if I stole a kiss, you would steal one back?”

A chuckle fell from his lips; his pulse leaped against your mouth. “Now where is this coming from, darling?”

“'m just saying what's on my mind, Joong,” you teased.

He slowly rolled your entwined bodies over so he could hover above you, hands bracketed around your head as he gazed down at you with an amount of love that could not be mistaken for anything else in the world. You didn't need any light in this room to know how much of it was here and all yours.

“I'm going to steal that kiss back now,” he murmured, his voice low, mouth practically already lowered over your own.

You would let him steal that kiss from you, just as you'd let him walk right into your ribcage to steal your heart, too. What was yours was his, and what was his was yours.

Hongjoong pressed his lips to yours, gentle and soft. There was no rush to his movements that were languid and drawn—you and he had all the time in the world like this. It didn't matter that he had a long day; all that mattered was that he could be with you at the end of it.

When he pulled away, he didn't go far. He stayed where your breaths could be shared and your noses could still nudge the other, where he could still smell himself on you and wonder if the sandalwood and bergamot would linger long enough for you to wear him to work the next day.

Exhaustion wore at his bones and he settled over top of your body with his face tucked into the crook of your neck, a perfect fit. “This is nice,” he sighed as his arms wrapped around you once more, legs entangled between the sheets.

Your hand was gentle as it carded through his hair. “It is,” you murmured. “I'm happy you're home.”

His heart gave a leap of emotion in his chest, his eyes falling closed. “Me too.”

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[beatteez]

tired - k.hj

김 홍중

boyfriend!hongjoong x afab!reader

genre: smut, idol!au a/n: im so in love with producer joong its insane this is self indulgent (this is bad im tired)

warnings: cockwarming, teasing, slightlyneedy!hongjoong

'can you meet at the studio in 20?'

you looked at the text, smiling softly to yourself.

'mhm, see you then'

you replied back and got up to get yourself ready. you grabbed a jacket and your bag and started making your way towards hongjoong studio. you soon arrive the walk was long and cold, so you were freezing. your finger pushed the buzzer and the door clicked open. pulling it open, you walk up the few flights of stairs opening another door to the studio.

hongjoong pokes his head out of his room and smiles at you "hi pretty" he says softly.

you wave at him and walk over to him, his arm extending to wraps around your waist, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"have a good day" he ask gently pulling you in his studio and closing the door.

"mhm, didnt do anything today" you say finding your spot on his couch. "you been here all day?" you ask looking at him as he sits in his chair.

"what do you think" he raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, his legs spread in an attractive manner.

"tired, baby?"

"very" he mumbles.

you stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, he pulls you down gently, making you straddle his lap.

"wanna fuck you" he mumbles against your neck placing soft kisses against it. "im too tired though" he murmurs.

"i can take over" you say your fingers coming up to rub against the back of his neck.

"mm mm, just want my cock in you baby" he mumbles again, his hand grabbing at your ass "you wore the worst pants" he groans, tapping against your jean covered leg "hop up" you stand up and he tugs down your jeans, leaving you in your panties, your body shivering from the cool air.

"you cold baby" he ask, running a hand up your thighs. you nod and he pouts softly at you "come here" he pulls you back down to straddle his lap, lifting your ass up for a second to free his cock. your arms wrapping around his shoulders, lips pressing against his neck.

he rubs his cock against your clothed pussy, a soft groan coming from him. his fingers pull your panties to the side, brushing along your clit in the process. he pushes his cock through your folds earning a few soft whimpers from you.

"gonna let me record those pretty noises this time" he smirks against your shoulder.

"no" you say, hitting the back of his head lightly. a chuckle coming from hongjoong. he pushes his tip in slowly, a quiet 'shit' falling from his lips. he pushes in more, pulling your hips down to sit down on him.

"why are you so wet already," he mumbles, pulling your head from out of his neck "hmm?" he raises an eyebrow. "thinking about me at home, baby?" his thumb caresses your cheek gently.

"maybe" you say quietly leaning down to press your lips to his. he smiles against your lips and turns his chair back to face his computer, pulling away.

"gonna do some more work baby, be a good girl and stay still" he says kissing your shoulder and moving all his attention back to his music. you lean your head on his shoulder, listening to the beats he works on, occasionally clenching around his cock on 'accident' earning low soft curses from him.

after an hour hongjoong couldn't take it anymore, his hands started pulling you up and down on his cock, the pace much quicker than usual. you could sense the need in his voice, his whimpers verifying it.

"god, you feel so fucking good" he whines out, leaning his head back. you take this time to move yourself up and down on him, moans heard from the both of you. your pussy clenching around him.

"joong, m'gonna cum" you get out through moans. his hand slaps against your ass, moving you on him, so you can focus on your orgasm. you lean your head on his shoulder feeling the pressure tighten in your stomach.

"fuck-"

"that's it baby" he says softly kissing your cheek. you come undone on his cock, becoming a whining mess, as his thumb rubs against your clit, easing you through the orgasm.

feeling his cock twitch in you adding to the pleasure.

he pulls you off his cock, his release hitting your stomach, soft moans coming from him. you reach down and jerk his cock slowly, his moans turning into whimpers.

"thats enough baby.. fuck" he groans out, his head falling back, his hand reaching to pull yours away.

you giggle and lean against him again.

"feel better?"

"im even more tired now" he groans out, landing another playful smack to your ass.

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[hwallazia]

LATE NIGHT WORSHIP

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem! reader

word count: 0,8k

tags: smut (mdni!), fluff, comfort, non idol!au, bf! hongjoong, somnophilia, clit play, female masturbation, fingering, praise, overstimulation, so much whining from the reader.

synopsis: just hongjoong being the best boyfriend in the world fingering you in your sleep <3

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| a/n: I had this thought a few days ago and I had to write it. Also, I got inspiration from a Banda Sunato (from Alice In Borderland) smut ff I wrote in spanish.

It was past 2 am, and Hongjoong was still awake, sitting by the bed frame and watching his sleepy little fool snuggling in his arms, finding comfort in them. Your eyes were red because you cried and begged him to hold you while you were sleeping just a few hours ago. Your hands cutely grabbed his shirt like a child who is afraid of having his lollipop taken away. The small hiccup that erupts from you can be barely heard.

Cute.

He’s been playing with your hair for hours, occasionally kissing you on the forehead, his hands often pulling you closer to him.

The silence was comfortable enough for him, and he treasured moments like this with you by his side.

But soon the silence was interrupted when he felt you move in your sleep, letting out a noise that he couldn’t tell what it was. He stopped moving and tried to kiss your forehead repeatedly to calm your movement.

After a few seconds, Hongjoong finally identified your noise as sobs, considering that your breathing started to get even heavier. With the idea of you having a nightmare set on his head, he shushed you, singing you a lullaby in an attempt to make the nightmare go away.

Just a few seconds later, the sound you made started to turn into a moan, and he immediately stopped when he noticed that you were having a wet dream.

He smiled to himself, taking a look at your face: you wrinkled your nose, biting your lips, mouth slightly open. there’s a bead of sweat on your forehead, and he silently curses himself for not noticing how you’re rubbing your thighs right now.

Without much thought, he spread your legs, making you shudder in your sleep. With the cold breeze hitting your wet pussy, his finger already found its way to your pussy, only to discover that there is indeed a noticeable wet spot on your panties.

He traced small circles with his finger, playing with your wetness, which caused you to make small noises in your sleep, involuntary moans escaping your lips.

Then he pushed your panties to the side and, without further thought, his thumb pressed your cute little button. You squirmed in his grip and tried to close your legs when his long finger hit that spot only he could reach, only for his other free hand to push your legs apart.

“Joong…” You whimpered in your sleep, which gave him some sense of power.

He can feel himself getting hard by the second, his cock restrained against his pants, screaming to free himself from that piece of fabric. The head of his cock was pushing against your ass, and with you writhing against him, it pretty much didn’t help.

He wanted to fuck you right then and there, pushing his cock into your ass, your pussy, your mouth, making you cry in your sleep, driving you over your limit, making your dreams come true. All while you’re still sleeping. He wanted to do it all.

But he decided that seeing you so helpless and crying from any source of contact is more important than that… for now.

You were hiding your face against his neck, breathing increasingly heavier when Hongjoong pinched your clit, earning a pout from your lips.

He rubbed your clit, using your wetness as lubricant to make it more slippery. He can’t help but feel stunned as he looks at you.

He stopped when he noticed your legs were shaking, before rubbing against them again.

“Joong… ’want more,” You murmured sleepily against his neck, pushing your hips up to find any source of pressure, of relief.

“Shh… Just sleep. M’gonna take care of you,” Hongjoong responded, his eyes still not leaving that little clit of yours that was already glistening with your juice. It was fascinating, how his finger can do you like that.

Then he started to stimulate it, smiling when he saw your legs trying to close and push the finger away from him. You screamed in your sleep, squirming in his grasp, your feet curling as you felt yourself getting closer.

“Joong… I want your cock… mmhm…” You moaned, so you moved your hips in time with his finger stimulating your clit, wishing it was his cock instead of his finger.

Hongjoong only smiled at your words, and with a little more pressure, you whimpered as you felt yourself squirting all over his finger.

You screamed, your whole body shaking as you came, but Hongjoong continued stimulating your clit with a warm smile on his face.

“S-stop!” You screamed against his neck as you attempted to push his hand away from your sensitive bud. Your boyfriend gave you a long, deep kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Shh… I need to finish what I started, so go back to sleep mhm? Sweet dreams my love.” All while continuing to lazily circle your clit.

He was fighting the urge to unbutton his pants and pump his cock inside you, the bulge was starting to hurt and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you a second from now.

But he decided it would be more fun if he waited until you went back to sleep.

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[seonghwaddict]

forget-me-not — kim hongjoong

in which the wall separating you and him is very thin, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

neighbour!kim hongjoong! x fem!reader. genre. fluff, comfort. warnings. a storm. wc. 1k

lilo’s notes. happy birthday @pocketjoong!! a little hongjoong drabble to celebrate sky’s birthday!! i also have a permanent taglist now so if you’d like to be added please let me know :]

listening to. round and around, jo yuri.

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you really hated thunderstorms.

as you lay in bed wide awake a little past midnight, you flinched as thunder roared outside your window, the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the glass not easing your anxious mind. usually you’d be able to handle it, but since you moved into your apartment only two months before, there was a minimal sense of comfort.

despite living here for four months, you hadn’t quite settled in. the furniture from your previous apartment was still on the other side of the country, complications with the transportation preventing you from receiving it until september. but, nevertheless, you did enjoy living here.

sure, the walls were quite thin and most nights you could hear commotion in the neighbouring apartments… but the complex was well kept and the people in the surrounding area were friendly enough. you had even gotten somewhat close with one of your neighbours.

the first time you met hongjoong was in a park just around the corner of the building 3 months ago. you had reached down to pick a flower, unaware of the handsome man reaching for the same one, vision somewhat blocked by the large box of utensils in your other hand. when your fingers brushed against each other, the two of you jumped apart as you realised what had happened.

“oh- um… you… you can have it.” you’d muttered, gesturing to the beautiful white flower.

he had merely smiled and shook his head, a soft smile stretched on his lips. “ no, no, it’s ok. you should take it. i think you would’ve reached it first anyway.”

still unsure, you furrowed your eyebrows and looked around in determination to find an equally pretty flower. finally, your eyes settled on a bundle of baby blue forget-me-nots, setting your box down and walking over two small steps to crouch and pick them. after standing up, you held the bundle of flowers out to him.

“you can have these, then,” you had smiled at him warmly, “they match your sweater.”

he bowed politely and walked away with a small smile after accepting the pretty bundle of flowers while you picked up your box in one hand and the single white flower in the other and walked to your new home. soon enough, you realised you’d have to encounter the cute silver-haired man more frequently than you expected.

this became apparent a day later when you stood in the lobby and called for the elevator to go up to your apartment. once it reached your floor and the doors slid open, there he was, standing on the other side and waiting for the same elevator.

“oh, it’s you,” you wanted to smack yourself in the face for not coming up with something better to say. but, nevertheless, that still got his attention as he glanced up from his phone screen.

after a moment, a look of recognition passed over his face and his eyes seemed impossibly soft. it had something stirring in your stomach and you weren’t sure if you welcomed it. it was then that you learned that he was the one who lived in the apartment on your right and frequently had his friends over who were sometimes so loud you could hear them through the wall of your bedroom.  but you didn’t tell him about that last part. 

from then on you’d see each other more often, whether it was in that same park, leaving your place as he enters his, small talk in the elevator.

eventually, he even realised how thin the walls were. one night you were scrolling through your phone in the comfort of your bed when you heard a loud thud followed by a “SHIT!” through the wall. You say up, confusion written all over your face as you tentatively knocked on the wall.

“you okay?” it took him a second to respond, looking around his room with just as much confusion to see where the voice came from until his eyes settled on the wall separating his and your bedroom. 

“yeah, i’m okay.” he sat cross legged on his bed facing the white wall. then he spoke with a slight laugh, “i knocked over my lamp.”

after that incident, it wasn’t unusual for you to have late night conversations through the wall. sometimes you’d be writing your book, asking for suggestions and forgotten words through it and he would help you out. other times he’s be working on his music, playing it just loud enough for you to hear so you could give him a second opinion.

but now as you lay flinching and sobbing in your bed, everything was silent and you were alone. well… until there was a small knock on the wall by your head.

“you okay?”

you pulled the covers closer and nodded your head, soon realising he couldn’t see you. “yeah, i’m good.”

“really? because i can hear you sobbing through the wall.” you couldn’t see him either, but his face was so full of concern it was obvious he actually cared. “you can talk to me, you know…”

when you didn’t respond immediately, he thought you fell asleep. but your small, shaking voice said otherwise. “i-i’m gonna sound stupid…”

“try me.”

his answer was so sure and caring it nearly brought heat to your face. nearly. because as you opened your mouth to respond, another boom of thunder crashed outside your window that has you cursing loudly. he tilted his head, brows furrowing.

“are you scared of the storm?”

“no… okay, yes maybe a bit… a lot actually.” you admitted, squeezing your eyes shut at the prospect you just might have embarrassed yourself in front of your super handsome and pretty much perfect neighbour.

“that’s okay, there’s no need to be ashamed of it.”

you could hear the caring smile in his voice and could almost picture it as well. so, you relaxed. unsure of how to respond, you stayed silent.

“tell me about your day, y/n.”

you knew damn well he was just trying to distract you and talk you into forgetting about the weather, but you answered. and then it turned into another meaningful conversation as he kept your mind too busy to worry about the thunder and rain and lightning. your crying and flinches and shaking subsided quickly and you relaxed as you listened to the voice of the man you were beginning to fall for.

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[bvidzsoo]

You belong to me

◿Mobster!Hongjoong◸ 

TW: cursing, violence, death, gun, suggestive

Word count: 3,3k

A/N: How do I stop the grip Ateez has on me?? What do you mean Hongjoong posts some pictures and I get a story idea?? Ugh, anyways, this is just a short drabble because why is Kim Hongjoong so hot and what is his latest Instagram post of his??

           The strobing lights of the club were blinding for a few seconds to the newcomers, their eyes forced to quickly adjust to the dim yellowish lightning and the strong pink, purple, and red led lights. They were strung around the club, overhead, lighting up every area of the luxurious place, but they were the strongest on the stage, where dancers walked around and performed using whatever instrument they preferred as props. Some nights I enjoyed pole dancing, but most nights I liked it when I could improvise, dance freely and get lost to the feeling of the freedom music provided. Perhaps my job of choice wasn’t ideal nor well-liked by most people, especially not by my parents, but it paid well and helped me get by quite decently.

It took a little while to get used to the lack of clothing and the hungry of those watching, but in no-time I found myself enjoying the attention, the cheers, the loud howls after my performances…and perhaps the most I enjoyed was the pay check each evening, and the bills men desperate for attention and the touch of a woman would slip into my thin panties or obnoxiously short shorts. The club was in the high-end of the city, only wealthy and influential men visited, courtesy to Kim Hongjoong. A scarily rich and affluential man, well known for his crazed behavior and dangerous affairs with gangs downtown. He was the boss of the underdogs, the man everyone avoided if possible and only got involved with if only very necessary. He was the owner of the club and he took his job very seriously, treating his employees with respect and care, always checking up on them. Misbehaving wasn’t allowed inside his club, and he punished those who didn’t understand this by using creative methods. I had the misfortune of walking in on him waterboarding a man, saying something about how he didn’t respect his end of the deal, before Hongjoong’s eyes found me and I was ushered out of his office, his eyes conveying a silent warning to stay quiet about what I had seen. And I had no intention of telling anyone what I had witnessed, afraid to meet a similar fate to that man.

Kim Hongjoong was someone whom I feared, but also respected. He was diligent and worked hard, at the end of each shift checking in with his performers, making sure they weren’t forced into doing something they didn’t want, checking their bodies for any injuries. At first, I had assumed that he paid more attention to me because I was new, because he didn’t fully trust me yet, and because he was keeping an eye on me to make sure I was being ethical, but upon closer inspection, I’ve come to the realization that Kim Hongjoong didn’t follow every performers steps with watchful eyes, he didn’t buy them drinks once their shifts were over, and he most certainly didn’t arrange his personal driver to drive them home at the crack of dawn, when the streets were deserted and dangerous for a young woman, like myself, to be walking home alone. And Kim Hongjoong certainly didn’t hold his other performers lower backs as he walked them back to their dressing rooms, throwing clothes at them and demanding to cover themselves up. I had assumed there might have been some favoritism towards me as I drew in clients which were filthy rich, but Kim Hongjoong quickly ruined that thought when I overstepped a boundary and meddled with his personal business. He was quick to threaten me that he’d ruin my life if I went running to the police, making me feel small and stupid for even trying to blackmail him. I don’t know what I had been thinking when I did that, but if Hongjoong had paid attention to me up until that point, after my foolish threat he became overbearing, always two steps behind me, and eyes fixed on me during my shifts. It was scary and irritating at the beginning, but I grew used to it after a year of his unceasing behavior and learned to live with the man’s antics. There were times when we ran into each other at the most random places, places where Hongjoong looked completely out of place adorned in his crazily expensive tailored suit, and sleeked back hair. One of said places was the grocery store across from my apartment complex, completely startling me into oblivion as I had been buying some milk, his reflection appearing behind me in the glass door as I had closed it. What was even more unusual was the way he told me I had twenty minutes to get ready before we’d be going out, to where, he didn’t mention. But it turned out he took me out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. Not many words were exchanged between the two of us during the dinner, but the food had been good nonetheless and neither one of us brought it up ever again.

Tonight hadn’t been any usual, I had walked inside the club around eight in the evening, going to my dressing room and dressing up for the night, doing my makeup and hair. When I pushed the door open an outfit had been laid out on my couch and my eyebrows furrowed as I took in the schoolgirl outfit, slightly uncomfortable having to wear it, but when I noticed a note on top of it and signed as KH¸ I knew I didn’t have a choice but to wear it. And my shift had started out as usual, I was up on the stage and performing by ten o’clock, putting on my best performance and charming men left and right. The cheers were louder than usual and I was requested to put on a second show, surprised by the incessant attention, but not completely bothered as I knew the pay check would be higher tonight. Of course, I didn’t miss the way Kim Hongjoong watched both of my performances, leaning against the bar stool, hip resting against it, and a glass filled with whiskey gripped in his hand as his eyes trailed over my body multiple times, following every move of mine. But the night didn’t stop there, and I had gotten my first ever request for a private performance. The others who I worked with had plenty experience with that, but it had been my first time and I was feeling nervous. Yeji had been nice enough to walk me through the steps of what this meant and what was required of me, and she made sure to repeat the rules multiple times, making me repeat them after her. The private rooms were small and dimly lit, a huge sofa inside with a coffee table in front of it. There was a stereo and a pole in the corner of the room.

The man who had request for a private dance was gruffy and on the older side, but he was well dressed and looked put together as he sipped on his expensive champagne, grinning when I had walked inside. I pushed down my nerves and ignored the slight tremble of my limbs as I thanked the man for the request and stated the rules firmly, reminding him multiple times that he wasn’t allowed to touch me unless I gave him permission, before I put on the music and started dancing, using the pole as well. It felt weird performing for one man only and I found myself uncomfortable as the man watched me with hungry eyes, his grip on the glass tightening with each passing minute, making me hope that the booked time would be soon over. Half an hour wasn’t much at all, but it felt like an eternity, and I had to force myself to imagine the man I was dancing for was someone else…someone younger, someone more handsome, someone who’s smile was crazed and his cat-like eyes burned holes into your skull, gazing deeply into your soul. When the music finally stopped, I felt like I could breathe again, desperate to get out and away from the eyes of the man, who was licking his lips hungrily as I stepped away from the pole and bowed slightly, going up to the coffee table to collect my payment, but as I reached out, his warm hand grabbed my wrist tightly.

“I’ll pay twice as much for a lap dance.” I was stunned for a second as I looked at the man, softly trying to pry my wrist out of his hold.

“You paid for half an hour, sir, I’m afraid we part ways here.” I kept my voice leveled and the man didn’t seem to appreciate what he heard as he scoffed.

“Twice is not good enough for you? Fine, then I’ll pay thrice the amount I just paid right now.” And then, a nasty smirk spread on his lips, as he unexpectedly yanked on my wrist, making me fall onto his lap, “Don’t be shy, baby girl, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

I felt disgust wash over me and I gasped, trying to push myself off him, but he had sneaked an arm around my middle and squeezed me to himself. My skin tingled and my stomach flipped, bile rising up into my throat. I tried to keep the scowl off my face, but I couldn’t help it as my eyes hardened.

“I stated clearly you are not allowed to touch me, so let go of me, right now.” I demanded, trying to push myself off of him again as the man just scoffed and looked at me with an amused expression.

“Really? I think you do want me to touch you, baby girl. You’re just playing hard to get, but you don’t have to do that with me, I already want you badly.” As if to prove a point, he bucked his hips upwards and disgust coursed through my veins and showed on my face as I felt his hard-on, balling my hands up into fists, ready to pound them into his face.

“Release me, right now.” I snapped, voice harsher than ever before as I felt my hands trembling, hating the smug look on the motherfucker’s face as he went to push my hair behind my shoulders, but I quickly slapped his hand away, hard.

“Don’t be rude, I just paid you, bitch.” He hissed and I chuckled.

“And I said let go of me, you old fuck.” I hissed, squaring the man up. Before he could open his mouth to say anything back, I heard the curtain behind me separating us from the rest of the club pulled open harshly, and a familiar voice sounding eerily calm.

“Was the lady not clear enough the first time?” I could hear the sneer in Kim Hongjoong’s voice and I turned my head, taken aback by the dark look on his face, the harsh clenching of his jaw and the handgun in his left hand. I tried not to let my surprise show as I shoved at the man again, but he still didn’t let go of me. It was getting frustrating and I raised my hand and slapped him, momentarily taking him off guard as I swiftly slipped out of his loosened grip.

“You bitch!” The old man yelled and stood, but didn’t get far as Hongjoong pointed his gun at the man, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. He walked further inside the room, with his right hand in his pocket, and came to a stop next to me as I had put distance between the man and myself. He chuckled as his eyes rested on me for a few seconds, lazily looking back at the older man.

“You said you’ll pay thrice the amount? I don’t see the money—”

“And you won’t see it, fucker, I’m not paying this bitch at all.” And the man snatched the money, fallen on the couch now, up with anger written all over his face as Hongjoong chuckled, and suddenly I felt his right arm draping over my shoulders, yanking me into his side. I stumbled slightly and gasped quietly, surprised by Hongjoong’s actions.

“That’s very unfortunate,” Hongjoong sighed dramatically and I felt his fingers rubbing my shoulder, a sly grin slipping onto his lips, “I must demand you apologize to Y/N for disrespecting her and clearly not following the rules.”

The man chuckled and eyed Hongjoong as if he were crazy, “You wish, fucker. This club is a piece of shit, I’m going to ruin you and your shitty ass business.”

“For somebody your age your vocabulary is quite lacking.” The man’s face turned red at the insult, prompting Hongjoong to chuckle as I tried to hide my own amused smirk, staring the old man down. Hongjoong’s hand suddenly started slipping low, down to my middle until it stopped at my waist and suddenly he was looking at me, eyes glazed over with a crazy glint in them, lips pulled into a grin resembling that of a Chesire cat’s, “Tell me, gorgeous, what should I do with him now?”

My mind was blank as I stared into Hongjoong’s deep eyes, getting lost in them, feeling drawn to him as if he were a magnet, “Whatever you wish, Hongjoong.”

A wide, satisfied, grin appeared on his lips as he bit his lower lip, eyes glinting in the dim light, “Anything?”

I gulped and found myself breathless, his expensive cologne invading my senses and his warmth making my skin warm in the best possible way, “You are the boss.”

Hongjoong chuckled and looked satisfied as he turned his head to face the older man, clicking his tongue as he shook his head at him, “Look at you…I hope you said your goodbyes before coming here, because you won’t be doing any talking no more with that foul mouth of yours, you old pig.”

And Hongjoong raised his arm, the safety off as he pulled the trigger, the gun silent, yet still making my ears ring as I jumped in Hongjoong’s hold, squeezing my eyes shut. He had shot the man, pulled the trigger like it meant nothing, as if taking away a life meant nothing to him. I felt myself tremble as Hongjoong’s hold tightened around me and I was being moved, my back turned to the dead man as I felt hands cupping my face, “Open your eyes, gorgeous. Look at me.”

I gulped and took a shaky breath, body trembling as I forced myself to look at Hongjoong, taken aback by the cold expression on his face. He looked unphased, almost content, as he caressed my cheeks, leaning dangerously close as his eyebrows furrowed, he was no longer holding the gun, “Nobody but me is allowed to touch you, gorgeous, do you understand?”

I gulped and nodded wordlessly, trying to ignore the stench of blood which permeated the room suddenly, the hairs on my arms standing as my muscles were tense, “Use your words, Y/N.”

“I understand.” I whispered, voice shaky, as I stared into Hongjoong’s eyes, a pleased expression crossing his features. He hummed before suddenly whistling, startling me as Hongjoong released me, but grabbed the back of my head to prevent me from turning around, as if I had doing that in mind. Suddenly, four men walked inside, men I haven’t seen before, and Hongjoong glanced at them and nodded behind me wordlessly, the men springing into action. They walked past us and I realized they were here to take care of the dead man, but we didn’t stick around for longer as Hongjoong suddenly turned and started leading us out of the room and towards my dressing room, making me nervous as I tried to ignore the whirling thoughts that I was witness to my boss killing someone. What if the police come searching for the dead man? What if they question me? I knew Hongjoong wouldn’t hesitate killing me too, the thought made it a bit hard to breathe, but I just kept stiffly walking as Hongjoong’s hand slipped to my nape, veering me around effortlessly and away from the curious eyes as he pushed me inside my dressing room and closed the door with a loud slam. I jumped and detached myself from him, putting distance between our bodies as I whirled around, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes. He was smirking as he leaned against the door, rubbing his chin as he placed his hand in his pocket. I gulped and waited for him to say something, but he just took out his pack of cigarettes and lit a cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. Our eyes locked together and I gulped, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Let’s be honest with each other, Y/N.” Hongjoong spoke up after he took another drag of his cigar, “Will I have to worry about you rattling to others about what you just witnessed?”

I gulped, lacing my fingers together in front of myself, “Will you kill me if I did?”

“Of course.” Hongjoong answered without hesitation and my gut twisted, hands suddenly trembling again. I gulped and nodded, letting him know that I understood.

“Then I won’t say anything to anyone.” I found myself quietly saying, “But you have to promise to help me out when the police gets involved.”

Hongjoong chuckled, and took another long drag of his cigar as he suddenly pushed off the door, and walked towards me, “Oh, gorgeous, do not worry about the police. Even they know not to meddle with my business. This will be our little secret; can you keep it?”

He blew the smoke in my face and I gulped, trying to not cringe from the smell, “I’ll—I promise to keep this a secret.”

“Lovely.” Hongjoong whispered as he threw his cigar on the floor and stepped on it, making my eyes widen as he burned out the carpet, but he seemed uncaring of it as he placed one finger under my chin and tilted my head up, looking me in the eyes, “Private shows are off limits from now on, to everyone. Understood, gorgeous?”

“Yes.” I muttered, and my breath stilled in my lungs as Hongjoong leaned incredibly close, his lips ghosting over mine as he smirked.

“These men will be never able to offer you what I can give you.” And Hongjoong pressed his lips against mine, harsh and hungry as they slipped open while his hand slipped to my neck, wrapping around it as his body was pressed flush against mine. I gasped into the kiss as I felt his tongue pushing past my lips, exploring my mouth, groaning into it as Hongjoong devoured my lips ferociously, walking us backwards. I grabbed the sides of his suit and held onto him, blindly letting Hongjoong walk me anywhere, his sweet taste blooming in my mouth as he sucked on my tongue, my fingers tangling in his black hair, the back of my legs hitting the sofa behind me suddenly. Hongjoong quickly cut the kiss short and pushed me down by my neck, making me look up at him in confusion as he smirked, easing me down into the cushions. My heart was thundering in my chest as his eyes burned with want and passion, and suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gripping my thighs as my skin flamed, making me gulp as my hands clenched into fists at my sides, chest heaving. He slowly peeled my legs open and yanked me lower on the sofa, biting his lower lip as his eyes followed the smooth skin of my legs, stopping just where my skirt had ridden up. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes as he looked up at me, leaning closer.

“Let me show you how queens get treated, gorgeous.”

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need you — kim hongjoong

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his hands caress your body like you’re holy, while his lips on yours are so desperate it almost feels like a sin were it not for the love he pours from his mouth into yours.

“shhh, love,” he chides against your lips. “relax,” he says, “and just let me kiss you.” you hadn’t even realized you were so tense, but he noticed, the same way he always does. after a long day, you finally let yourself sink into the soft relief of your bed and let yourself be swallowed by his kiss.

soon, you grow desperate under his soft, sweeping touches, his hands under your shirt making you shiver and whine into his mouth as a wordless plea for more.

“i have you, love, i’ve got you,” he reassures, quick to pull off your shirt and begin pressing kisses to the skin of your neck, then down to your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. 

“please,” you ask, breathless already, “i want you joong.”

“mmm, i want you too,” he hums into your skin. “i’ll take care of you tonight, i promise.”

“don’t go slow, please,” you beg as you run your fingers through his hair. “i need you so bad. i missed you all day and i need you so bad,” you begin to ramble, feeling more desperate than ever, only now realizing just how much you’ve needed him closer and closer still.

“i know, i know my sweet girl, i’ve missed you too. just don’t wanna hurt you by going too fast, okay?” he reasons, considerate as ever.

“i know,” you whine, “but i can take it now, i swear. i just need you in me, i need you closer, joong.”

he can’t even hold back the groan that builds in his throat at your words. “okay, okay, i’ve got you, baby. just let me help, i promise i’ll be in you soon. you know i need it too.” he moves down according to your wishes, pulling down your pants and underwear in one go, first to press his thumb to your clit and immediately pull a low whine from your throat. you easily take his fingers inside your pulsing cunt before begging him for more.

“need your cock, i need it, joong. please, please, i need you in me,” you whine.

“always such a sweet girl, begging for my cock. you make me so hard, love, you’re too good for me.” he pulls his fingers from your pussy, quickly taking his sweats and boxers off, convinced by the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the pure desperation lacing your voice. “i love you,” he groans as he pushes into you, still careful as to keep you unharmed.

“fuck! i love you too. i love you so much and i need you so bad and you feel so good,” you babble, cockdrunk already and so beyond in love.

“you have me, baby. you have me.”

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want to kiss you — kim hongjoong

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when you told hongjoong you had a question for him, this is not what he expected.

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” your tone is genuine and curious, innocent even, and it makes hongjoong’s heart begin to beat fast, like it does when you absentmindedly slip your hand into his.

“uh…,” he struggles to respond, taken aback.

“is that too weird to ask? i just kinda realized i wasn’t really sure… and well… you’ve dated people before, so i thought,” you trail off, suddenly growing a bit shy.

“no! no, it’s not weird,” he jumps to assure you, thinking about the way that, just a little bit, he lives for the way your expression becomes relieved, a small smile finding its way to your lips. his heart lurches again at the utter trust in your eyes, the trust he knows is reserved just for him. somehow, that trust is his saving grace, what makes him yours, while also feeling like everything that damns him to the hell of “friend-zoned.” he wonders who’s on your mind. san, maybe? the two of you have grown close since he introduced you, he recalls.

the soft whisper of a breath leaving your lips, a sound imperceptible to anyone but him, pulls him back to you, to the way he hasn’t actually answered your question.

“well,” he begins, carefully choosing the words for you, “you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to– why are you looking at me like that?” 

you tilt your head to the side. “like what?”

like i’m the one you can’t stop thinking about, he thinks. “nevermind.”

“well?” you urge him on. “‘then you want to’ what?”

hongjoong clears his throat, trying not to think about what he really wants. about kissing you. “then you want to… well, hold their hand... kiss them.” he stares straight into your eyes as he says this, not even trying to hide it. looking at you like you were looking at him. like he can’t stop thinking about you, like he feels strange when you’re around, like he wants to kiss you.

you’re silent for a moment, taking in his gaze and all of the weight behind it. “why are you looking at me like that?” you echo his words from moments ago.

“because i want to.”

“want to what?”

he almost says it. i want to kiss you, like a mantra, said over and over again in his head. but he can’t do that because what if you didn’t mean that look. what if it isn’t meant for him. what if your gaze of pure want is for someone else.

“yknow, joong, that sounded like you were flirting with me.” and at that he almost bursts, because yes! that’s exactly it. he was flirting with you, but he can’t admit to that. 

and yet, your look continues to say otherwise, and he knows you so well. he knows that your face tells him the truth every single time. he knows that, if that look weren’t for him, it wouldn’t be on your face, not as you gaze into his eyes, not when you added a hint of “tell me you love me” to your voice when you said those words.

he calls your name, soft and firm, as if something is pulling at his voice, something like desperation. “…i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

“flirt with me?”

“yes,” the passion, the pleading in his voice surprises you, but only for a moment, because he is passion and you know that all too well.

“that’s good. because i think i have a crush on you,” you’re breathless as you confess. he almost laughs at that; you’re so goddamn adorable.

“well, that’s good,” he echoes, “because i definitely have a crush on you. and i’d really, really like to kiss you right now.”

[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?”

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Rainy day with Kim Hongjoong(MDNI)

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Boy Friend Hongjoong who would cuddle you while your throbbing cunt is busy cockwarming.

Boy Friend Hongjoong who would smear hot choco onto his cock and make you lick and suck it clean.

Im going feral for this man- ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻

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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!

Hope y'all enjoyed this random timestamp lmao as always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

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[byuntrash101]

listen i cannot get the thought of primal dom hongjoong out of my fucking mind 😭 the thought of him giving you time to find a hiding place before he looks for you and ultimately fucks your brains out- 😵‍💫

yesssss!!!!! i just know hongjoong is into this type of shit! like i can see him busting the possessed™ smile when he spots you and gets to chase after you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

tags: primal play, marking, overstim, possessive!joong, kinda dub con tbh

"i know you're in here, little birdie" boyfriend!hongjoong says as he steps inside the kitchen. hongjoong is a perfectioniste, he pays close attention to details and that's why he immediately spots the way the hand towel hangs weirdly over one of the lower cabinets.

you lay your hand over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sounds of your hectic breathing. you're trembling inside the small dark space, only able to see he's near when his shadow passes over the small gaps around the door.

"i found you~" he sings, detaching each syllable to make it even more sinister. he then carefully pulls on the handle and you act on sole instinct as you leap outside to run to the living room.

you here your boyfriend laugh manically as he starts chasing you. you know it's pointless but your mind is soaked with fear and arousal and you can't think straight anymore that's why your incoherent pursuit brings you to the bedroom where you find yourself completely stuck.

you here hongjoong lock the door before turning to you.

"now now little birdie..."

he says before pouncing on you. throwing you onto the bed and pinning you down while you squirm and whine, tears clouding your vision.

he doesnt even take the time to strip you correctly only rips your bottoms clothes off. he smirks when he sees how soaked you are your slick folds glistening under his unwavering gaze. but he doesn't stop to look. he's riled up and impatient and he only one to stuff you full of his cock. he wants to claim you.

you let out a loud gutural moan when he forcefully thrusts inside you, arching your back and making the tears spill from your eyes. you've wanted him right here for so long your spirit instantly melts away.

"you're mine now. you're fucking mine now" he says rutting his hips and fucking you out of your mind, plunging his sharp teeth in your neck. biting and marking you as his for everyone to see.

"joong" you whine as your walls flutter around him.

"give yourself up to me birdie" he grins against the shell of your ear. "cum for me"

you let your high wash over you, taking away the rest of your sanity. the pleasure radiates your entire body, shaking it in pleasurable spams as your eyes roll back to your skull and hongjoong's name slip off your tongue.

"so pretty..." he purrs, slowing down for a second before picking up right where he left off. the over stimulation is so overwhelming that you find yourself sobbing under him, your confused little pussy pulsing around your boyfriend's cock.

"you're going to give me more of those beautiful sounds and expressions until i'm through with you"

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Five Minutes

PAIRING: bf!kim hongjoong x gn!reader TAGS: established relationship, long distance relationship, producer/idol!joong GENRE: fluff/romance, crack RATING: G WORD COUNT: 937 A/N: joining the joongfest to wish the happiest of birthdays to @pocketjoong! i'm awful with the sappy feelings stuff, but i hope you have the best day and enjoy the collective joongie spam, beloved sky. thank you for everything you do and being who you are <33 (also we will not be beating the twin allegations today.) and a huge shout out to @justhere4kpop for betaing this for me! masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee? | divs from @cafekitsune

The moment the clock hit midnight, your phone was ringing. Rolling your eyes heartily at your boyfriend’s name on the screen, you snuggled deeper into your couch and answered the video call. Your brow furrowed as he appeared and you squinted for a moment, trying to make out what was going on behind him. Most nights, his late night/early morning video calls came from his studio, but today he was moving, beanie pulled down over his hair and a mask covering his face. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he called, cutting you off before you had a chance to scold or question him.

“Thank you, bug,” you sighed, your chest tightening as, despite yourself, you beamed back at him, “but shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s not even close to morning for you.”

“Am I not allowed to wish my lovely partner a happy birthday?” he huffed, the pout evident in his voice. 

“You could’ve waited until a reasonable hour,” you protested. “You have a lot to do tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.” 

He scoffed, tugging his mask down below his chin for a moment to give you a full view of the offense written on his face. “And not be the first to tell my lovely partner happy birthday? Never. And it’s not like you won’t be doing the same for me.”

You grinned and sighed, rolling your eyes heartily once again. “You’re right, but midnight for you is a much more reasonable hour here. I won’t be calling you at three a.m. my time.”

“This isn’t the worst hour you’ve caught me up at,” Hongjoong shrugged, and you thought you caught the faintest hint of a mischievous smirk as he pulled his mask back up. 

You sighed, shaking your head in resignation. “That doesn’t make it any better, Kim Hongjoong,” you scolded, trying to mask the way your usual bout of exasperation at his antics was mixing with the longing that had rooted itself in your stomach. “And usually you’re at least physically resting, in bed or the studio or whatever.”

He blinked and shook his head in mock offense, eyes snapping down to the phone in his hand—to you. “You consider my studio time rest time? What does that say about my production skills, Y/N?” He demanded, and you quickly found your shoulders shaking with laughter. “Here I was, thinking my partner was supposed to be my biggest supporter, and they’re slandering my name to my face!”

“Physically,” you protested between giggles, “I said physically! You’re sitting or laying down or something, not wandering around in…” You squinted at the night sky behind him. “Where are you?”

“Wandering around,” he hummed, and again, you heard that impish little smirk of his. 

Your eyes narrowed further and you huffed, not quite ready to accept that you wouldn’t get an answer out of him. “I can’t believe you’re keeping secrets from me on my birthday.”

He giggled, and your heart soared, the pit of longing in your stomach growing deeper along with it. When the silence stretched and you finally resigned that he would be keeping his wanderings secret, you sighed heavily. Again, his attention snapped to you.

“I wish you could be here with me. I miss my Joongbug.” 

His gaze softened immediately, and you could imagine the smile on his face. “I miss you too, love. I’ll be there soon, okay?” 

“Not soon enough,” you pouted, and he chuckled quietly.

“Sooner than you think. It’ll feel like five minutes, I promise.”

You nodded, curling further into the couch and yourself, letting the comfort of your boyfriend’s voice wash over you.

“Sleepy?” He teased, another quiet laugh leaving him when you nodded. “Have you done your night routine?” You shook your head, and he tutted in disapproval. “Go do your skincare and stuff, baby.”

“Will you go to bed?” You muttered, smiling when he nodded.

“Soon, promise. The second I can.”

“Okay,” you sighed, uncurling from the cushions to stand. “I love you, bug.”

“I love you too, my darling. I’ll see you soon.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, stretching up to the ceiling as he ended the call with another laugh.

When your phone vibrated again a few minutes later, you expected it to be more well wishes from whichever of your friends was still up. Your brow furrowed, though, when your eyes fell upon the alert that someone was at the front of your apartment complex, ringing the bell for your unit. Pressing down the anxiety roiling in your gut, you opened the intercom and camera, jaw dropping to the floor at the sight that met your eyes. Even without the video call minutes previous to see his current outfit, you would know your boyfriend anywhere.

“Kim Hongjoong!”

At the sound of your voice, he jumped and gave a distressed hiss, searching for a moment before his eyes landed on the camera and speaker. His eyes crinkled and he pulled down his mask, finally revealing his cheeky grin to you. “I did say five minutes, didn’t I?”

“You… I didn’t think you meant it literally!”

He giggled and shrugged, entirely unapologetic. “Can I at least come up before you scold me again?”

Immediately, you granted him access, calling after him as he passed, “You have two minutes!”

His laugh rang out for a moment before you finally closed out of the app, tossing your phone aside completely as you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet. It no longer mattered what you were doing with your birthday; all you cared about was spending it with your boyfriend next to you.

A/N 2: so, on top of the thank you for betaing, i have to give a huge shout out to nadia for letting me scream in their dms in a small panic when i realized that sky and i had the same idea but backwards (we truly share a brain cell here) and talking me out of scrapping this in favor of minghao content, whose personality i still don't have a grasp on. sky, my darling, i hope you enjoyed this regardless of the tropey-ness of khj: grand gesture boyfriend. happy birthday <3

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[beatteez]

[22:48] - k.hj

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idol!hongjoong x asfab!reader

genre: smut 18+ (below the cut) a/n: i had so much writen and forgot to save it so i had to start over boooo wont be as good as it was...i dont care.......ACTUALLY SO UPSET ABOUT IT...its whatever

warnings: oral (m receiving), established relationship, stressed!hongjoong

giving hongjoong head.. thats it

you sat on the couch in your boyfriend's studio and watched him create a beat, delete it, make a new beat, delete that one and start all over. he let out a loud sigh and leaned back in his chair. his hands coming up to his hair, his fingers running through it.

"joong" you say standing up. he looks up leaning his head back off his chair to look at you. your hands run down from his shoulders to his chest "whats wrong love"

"i cant get this to sound right, i told myself i'd have it done tonight but it just isnt working out" he groans turning his chair to face you, shoving his head against your stomach.

you coo at him and kiss the top of his head lifting his head up so he looks at you.

"want me to see if i can help" a small smirk pulls at your lips. you bend down onto your knees.

"seriously" he questioned letting out a small chuckle. you nod and mess with his pants.

"wanna make my pretty boyfriend feel good, maybe release some stress" you mumble looking up at him.

"thats ridiculous" he says shaking his head.

"is it?" you say palming his cock through his pants "want your cock in my mouth" you stick out your tongue and he lets out a groan.

"fuck"

"off please" you say tugging on his pants. he stands up pulling his pants down just enough for his cock to be freed. his tip is red and leaking "you this pent up?"

"shut up" he mumbles sitting back down in his chair. he leans back spreading his legs just enough for you to fit in between them.

you take his cock in your hand and stroke it a few times before slowly licking a stripe up from the base to the tip, sucking the tip into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it.

"dont you need to finish your song love" you say pulling off his cock "dont mind me...work" a smirk pulling at your lips again. you wrap your lips back around his cock moving your head down slowly.

he shudders letting out a soft moan, pulling his headphones on over his ears again. you speed up your pace a little bit causing hongjoong to let out little whines. the sounds he lets out make you want him to cum. you push your head down as much as you could taking in all his length looking up at him through your eyelashes. he louds out a loud moan,quickly moving his hand to hold your head down for a few seconds.

"shit.." he moans and pulls off his headphones, pulling your head up and off of his cock "fuck baby, i cant hold myself back and more"

"need to use my throat" you question looking up at him innocently. he groans and nods standing up holding your head gently. you stick your tongue out and he slides his cock back into your mouth, moving in and out of it quickly. tears sting your eye as he fucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every few thrust.

"god, you're so beautiful" he mumbles pushing some hair out of your face, continuing to fuckin in and out of your mouth. your eyes meet his and he leans his head back, his whines falling from his lips turn raspy. his thrust get rougher signaling to you he's getting close. he pulls you off his cock and gently squeezes your cheeks "give me your tongue" he whispers.

you stick your tongue out as he jerks his cock, finally releasing on your tongue, his moans and whines filling the room. you wrap your lips around his cock and he whispers out a 'fuck' he pulls you off of him again holding your head gently.

"did i help" you ask giggling.

"yes very much so" he chuckles leaning down placing a kiss on your lips.

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Drabble

Pairing — KimHongjoongxReader

Summary — When a Date takes a different route then Hongjoong expected...

Genre — angst, fluff

AU/Trope — Boyfriend!AU

Warnings — implied abuse but nothing descibed

Word Count — 0.3k

Rating — nc-17

Hongjoong froze mid sentence, his hand raised to close the cabinet above your head to prevent you injuring yourself. He stared, a horrified expression crossing over his face as he stared into your wide and fearful eyes!

The evening had started of so well and now, the rapper was debating his entire relationship with you! Hongjoong had, for once, managed to come home early, gotten groceries for dinner, cooked together with you and were now doing the dishes. You soaking everything in and him drying and putting them away. And now you were standing right be his side, shoulders touching slightly in a stance that could only be describe as one of self defense!

Slowly to not spook you anymore then he already had, he closed the cabinet and lowered his hand again. He could see your gaze following his every move, ready to bolt at any given moment. His heart shattered when realization set in. Realizing that you had thought he was going to hit you!

"Y/n, I-" he tried to say but the frantic shacking of your head stopped him quickly.

"Please don't! Don't say anything!" you rushed out. The soapy dishes long forgotten even if you were holding onto the sponge like it was your life line! You took a step back, away from him. Inhaling slowly to calm your racing heart.

"Don't say anything, I'm sorry!" you apologized after a heavy, for Hongjoong suffocating, moment of silence.

Hesitating for a second, he took a step forward. "Don't apologize! It's okay! But I need you to know that I would never-!"

"I know! I know you wouldn't do that, I just..." You didn't know what to say or how to explain and you were glad that your boyfriend didn't need one from you.

"You don't need to explain, just know that I'm here if you want to talk."

Hongjoong dropped his towel on the counter to be able to reach for your hand. He let his thumb graze softly over the back of your hand. It was calming your frazzled nerves greatly.

"Thank you!" you exhaled and let him pull you into his arms, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Hongjoong held you tightly, silently promising you that whatever happened to spark that reaction, he would be by your side...