note: hello! i know you might be wondering and yes this is a repost because i accidently posted this one a little early back in april and this is the only time I'm not busy anymore so i posted it again lol
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Summary: You decided to wear that one dress that drove Hongjoong crazy during a gig at a club. Who knew where it would've lead?
Pairing: DJ!Hongjoong x Fem!reader
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, semi-public sex, sex in a bathroom stall, established relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), porn without plot, overstimulation, slightly rough sex, slightly possessive Joong, car sex, fingerfucking, bedroom sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampies.
A/N: HEEHEHEHHEH, I'm finally writing for Hongjoong >:] I wanted to do this for a bit now, wanting for the masterlist to have some variety (it's obvious who my favs are, but I'm very much ot8...). Anyway, this is pure filth, but controlled filth. As always, this is not how I depict the idol in real life; this is purely fiction!
Word count: 2.9k
Dividers from @cafekitsune
You were supposed to be clubbing with your friends tonight at the club in which your boyfriend—Hongjoong—was DJing.
It was supposed to be a tiny surprise—to surprise him with your arrival and watch him light up the room and make the crowd cheer with his amazing music.
What you were not supposed to be doing, however, was screwing your boyfriend in a stall of the male restroom with his hand over your mouth to muffle your moaning.
"Shhh, you don't want to get caught, do you, baby?"
He asked softly, panting against your shoulder as he fucked you from behind, your tits practically spilling out of your cocktail dress, which he bought for you a couple of weeks ago because he thought it would look nice on you.
This damned dress was the thing that got you into this situation in the first place. You had decided to wear it as part of the surprise.
You didn't expect Hongjoong to go feral the moment he saw you, grabbing you the minute he got a break and a different DJ subbed in for him.
"This dress.. You look so fucking pretty, I couldn't take my eyes off you, I almost messed up my set—ngh.. so pretty. So pretty f'me.."
He whispered against your skin, the spaghetti strap of the dress having already fallen off your shoulder. Hongjoong pressed kisses all over your skin, making sure not to leave marks, even if he wanted to.
Thankfully, the two of you weren't going to get caught even if you wanted to.
Hongjoong had locked the door to the restroom while the two of you were making out earlier, so just the two of you wouldn't get disrupted.
"That's it, pretty girl, fuck, squeeze my cock just like that."
He groaned, squeezing your hips so hard they'd probably bruise while keeping the pace quick and rough. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the vast club restroom, mixed in with your muffled whines.
"This dress is for my eyes only, mmkay? I– I don't want those asshat men to gawk at my pretty girl—" he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breaths heavy while watching his length go in and out of your heat.
God, you looked so pretty pressed up against the door of the toilet stall, taking his cock without complaint, it was going to make him cum early.
On one hand, Hongjoong felt guilty for taking you away from your friends and fun while he was supposed to be DJing, but on the other, he couldn't give two fucks about it.
"M'gonna fuck you hard like this at home too, you know. After my gig, you're getting in the damn car, panties off and I'm gonna take your pretty ass home, understood?"
You nodded against his palm, moaning softly while he continued pounding himself into you, rearranging your insides with each punishing thrust.
"Good girl," Hongjoong praised, smiling as he closed his eyes tightly, moving one of his hands to find your clit.
He rubbed it harshly with his middle and forefinger, starting to match it with his thrusts, making sure you came first before he did.
"Hong– Hngjoon—mnf-!" You moaned into his hand as you started to feel your orgasm building up, spasming around him eagerly.
"I got you, baby. Let go for me, come on, cum on my cock.."
And you did, shudders going over your whole body as the knot in your abdomen snapped, making you cum all over him.
Hongjoong continued rubbing your oversensitive nub whilst continuously drilling his cock into your slippery cunt, drawing your orgasm out.
You cried out pitifully against his hand, overstimulated by the amount of pleasure he was sending.
"Fuck... Keep– keep squeezing my dick like that, and I'll cum, sweetheart—do you want me to cum on your ass or inside you?"
He asked, gently removing his palm from your mouth, letting you speak out in soft pants.
He covered your mouth again, his thrusts sloppier before halting when he buried himself deep inside you to let out spurts of hot, hot cum.
The liquid mixed with your slick inside you made your eyes roll back in pleasure, your jaw going slack.
Once Hongjoong was satisfied, he gently pulled out, watching as his release ran down your thigh.
"Fuck, I'd take a picture, but I'll get time to do that... Let's clean you up, pretty girl. We don't want them to know you got fucked silly by your boyfriend in a bathroom stall, right?"
He joked as he got some toilet paper to clean you up, being gentle with you after having been so rough.
Them as in your friends. Right. Your friends.
It made you wonder if they were looking for you—they probably were, but this club was big, so they probably assumed you just got lost or needed fresh air.
After Hongjoong had finished cleaning you up, he helped you get out of the male restroom without getting caught.
"Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and we're out of here. My crew can handle one night without me.."
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pocketed your panties, "Go say goodbye to your friends."
Nodding towards your group of friends who were sitting by one of the booths, Hongjoong started walking back to the DJ stand and letting you go back.
"Girl–! Where have you—oohh..."
Most of your friends grinned, knowing where you probably were, one of them playfully elbowing you.
"Already got some action, huh? I'm guessing you're gonna head out soon because 'you complained about a headache' and Hongjoong has to get you home."
And as if clockwork, Hongjoong popped out of nowhere, smiling apologetically at your friends.
"Hi, ladies, this little lady here just texted me earlier that she has a headache, so I told my crew that I'd be heading back earlier to get her home. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
Your face flushed at how accurately your friends seemed to know Hongjoong's excuse already, one of them—the one who was elbowing you earlier—mouthed something along the lines of: 'get that dick'.
That made your face and neck warm up even more.
By the time you and Hongjoong got to his car, your face was as red as a tomato, but you were still aching for him, even through the embarrassment.
The breeze between your legs made you shudder, reminding you of the earlier encounter in the restroom, making your cunt spasm around nothing.
Even if you had just fucked, you couldn't get enough of him.
"You okay?" He asked softly as he opened the door to the passenger seat for you, letting you enter before going over to the driver's side and getting in.
"Oh– uhm, yeah.. I just—my friends know about your excuse.." you mumbled, still embarrassed as your thighs clenched together.
"Yeah? Well, it's better to let them know than not, no?"
"Joong, I don't need them to know when I get railed-!" You laugh, hitting his shoulder as he started the car.
Driving towards your apartment was a slow one, with gentle music playing in the background, and Hongjoong's hand resting against your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles.
Once he parked at a more secluded spot, you knew what was gonna happen.
"Backseat. On all fours, pretty girl," he ordered gently, squeezing your thigh before letting go, and letting you climb into the backseat of his car.
You got on all fours like he said, your pussy aching from anticipation. Watching as Hongjoong unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, down to reveal his collarbones before rolling his sleeves up and following you to the backseat.
"Today of all days, you decided to wear this pretty thing... you're a menace." He tutted, pushing the skirt of your dress up to reveal your ass to him once more, seeing how your slit glistened with slick, turning him on.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me..." Groaning, Hongjoong gathered your juices with his fingers, making you gasp at the feeling.
"Joong-ah.." you mewled, looking back with hooded eyes, already panting softly at his sensual touches.
"I know, I know.. You're just so pretty like this. Let me admire the view before I ravage your pretty cunt again."
He teased you by rubbing his digits on your slit, spreading your pussy lips, and pressing his index finger on your clit. It made you squeak, making him chuckle softly.
"Gonna fuck you with my fingers first, mmh?" Hongjoong announced softly before pushing two of his fingers into you, leaning against the door while he slowly moved with practiced precision.
Your velvet walls squeezed and squelched at the pleasureful intrusion, your legs quivering as he hit all the right spots that made you see stars.
"Hongjoong–!" Moaning when he pressed at a particular spot deep inside you, you moved your hips, moving back towards him.
"Shh, I know, I'll make sure you cum, I won't make you hold back, baby.."
He reassured you, whispering soft praises about how good you were being for him, and making you sing with a string of babbles and whimpers.
Your orgasm hit you hard, making you lean your forehead against the window of the car, your pants causing it to fog up.
Pulling out his fingers, Hongjoong brought them to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. So sweet.
He soon undid his jeans, pulling out his aching cock from its confines, hissing softly as he stroked himself, spreading his precum along his length.
"Tell me once you're ready, and we'll go," he murmured, moving towards you and grabbing your hips gently once more, sandwiching himself between your slick pussy lips, going back and forth to coat himself with your juices.
Once you recovered, you gave him a weak nod, whining out when he filled you up, deliciously stretching your hole out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?" He started moving, slow, shallow thrusts at first, mixing with long, dragged-out ones that made you whimper and quiver under him.
"Joong-ah– I can't, I won't la- last.." you whined out brokenly, one of your hands leaning against the window to support yourself as Hongjoong enveloped you from above.
"Yes, yes, you can, and you will, pretty girl, come on, just a bit more, I promise, it'll feel good." He whispered against your ear, making you shudder as he continued driving his cock into you, his tip kissing your cervix at this angle.
At that point, you couldn't hold it in any longer, the heat in your abdomen coiling as the knot snapped in you, and you came in waves.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't—" you apologised, causing Hongjoong to hush you gently, rubbing your sides as the car windows continued to fog up while he continued to thrust in and out.
"S'okay, baby, just let me keep going, gonna make you cum a third time, hm? Can you do that for me, pretty?"
With a nod and a whimpered hum, your boyfriend's pace quickened to rougher and less controlled thrusts, his rhythm getting sloppy as your cunt squeezed him tightly after your release.
He was getting close again, and from the way your pussy was squeezing him—you were too.
"Gonna cum again, Joong-ah," you mewled, earning a grunt from him, his dick twitching inside of you before releasing spurts of hot cum once more, his length buried deep.
The walk to the apartment was a blur, the two of you making out on the way, Hongjoong not being able to get enough of you in the dress you were wearing, his cock hard in his jeans again by the time you got into your shared home.
Kicking off your shoes at the entrance, Hongjoong picked you up bridal style and carried you towards your shared bedroom, seemingly in a hurry to get you there. His eagerness made you giggle, causing him to smile.
He gently placed you on the bed, leaning you against the pillows. Small confusion dawned on you when he started crawling towards you on the bed, settling his head between your thighs.
"Joong-ah? Wha-what are you..?"
"Shh, let me taste my sweet, pretty girl, hm?" He rubbed your calf, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. You sigh and nod, leaning back into the pillows.
Pressing soft kisses all over your inner thighs, Hongjoong nipped on the skin gently every once in a while, leaving tiny hickeys all over. He brought you closer, holding the back of your thighs, and squeezing.
You gently threw your head back the moment he pressed a feather-like kiss onto your exposed pussy, still leaking both of your juices.
Flattening his tongue, he licked your mixed releases from your gaping hole to your clit, starting to messily make out with your cunt.
Slurps and slick sounds filled the room along with your soft sighs and whines, your hand finding itself in Hongjoong's hair.
He kept alternating between sucking your pudgy nub and thrusting his tongue into you, his nose sometimes rubbing your sensitive clit just right, which made your thighs clench.
The way your walls clenched around his tongue made Hongjoong groan, loving how tight you were for him. It made his hips grind against the mattress to somehow relieve the ache growing in his pants.
Heat coiled in your stomach, your toes curling as you felt your release building up quickly. Your grip on his hair tightened and your breaths were shallower, signaling him to focus on your clit more, suckling on the now oversensitive bud.
"Joong-ah—!" You cried out his name, coming around his tongue and mouth, and he drank up all of your orgasm, prolonging it further until you were whining and pushing his head away.
"Can you handle going further..?" He asked, wiping the slick from his lips with the back of his hand, looking incredibly hot doing it.
The sight of him between your thighs, being done with making you cum just now, turned you on even more.
"Yeah..." You nodded, letting go of his hair before he moved up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on your tongue, making you moan against his lips.
Hongjoong grabbed your sides, pushing the dress up to get rid of the excess material off your skin.
It was getting in the way now, and he didn't want to soil it.
You were helping him, moving your hands up, so he could take it off, and once he did, he almost busted in his pants.
"No bra? Seriously? You're asking for a spanking, sweetheart..." he murmured, ducking his head down to bring one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly, which caused you to whimper pathetically whilst holding onto his shoulders.
"M'sorry, I won't do it again," you mumbled, panting and whimpering as he ground himself against you, the tough material of his jeans pressing against your clit.
"Please, Joong-ah, fuck me again—please.." you pleaded, making him pull away from your mound before humming.
"Do you deserve to get fucked again, darling?"
"Mnhn.. please. I'll be a good girl, I promise." You nodded eagerly, trying to convince him to fuck you, even though Hongjoong hadn't planned to stop either way.
He got rid of his shirt and jeans along with his boxers, leaving him bare above you. The sight of him naked always made your toes curl, not being able to get enough of him, the same way he couldn't get enough of you.
Positioning his tip against your entrance, he looked at you with adoration before pushing in, easily slipping in from the amount of wetness coming from you, but you were still as tight as a vice for him.
"Fuck—" he cursed, leaning his forehead against yours before taking one of your hands to intertwine his with yours. "I love you."
He whispered, bottoming out, making the two of you moan at the same time.
"I love you too, Joong.." you whispered back, and he started moving slowly, pulling back until his cockhead was the only thing inside you before snapping his hips sharply and filling you.
The pace was slow but brutal. Gentle but rough. Full of love and passion, which he wanted to show you.
"You should wear that dress more often for me..." he panted, keeping his pace consistent, his dick hitting all the right spots, only making you respond in soft hums.
"Mm– mhmn.. y-yeah, okay—" you nodded, sharp inhales every time he ground his hips into you, driving you to the brink of your orgasm.
"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked, and you nodded, squeezing his hand.
"Alright... You can cum, beautiful."
With his permission, you let go, coming for the nth time tonight, your legs quivering and your pussy deliciously aching from the amount of stimulation it was receiving.
Your walls spasmed around his cock, causing Hongjoong to cum soon after you, spilling himself once more into your sweet, tight pussy.
The moment the two of you recovered from your releases, Hongjoong collapsed on top of you, humming with satisfaction against your breasts.
"Wear that dress at the club again, and I won't be able to control myself.." he murmured softly, squeezing your side with his free hand.
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synopsis: your boyfriend is finally back from tour. however, he made a stupid bet with his groupmates. will he be able to crack?
five months. FIVE MONTHS. your boyfriend, song mingi, has been away on tour with his ateez members for five months. and what does he come back with?
“sorry babe, i made a bet with the boys.”
“what kind of bet, mingi?”
“uh, who could win no nut november.”
you wanted to slap him. truly and dearly. with love of course.
“are you serious? now i have to go another 30 days without you?”
“you can still get of on your toys or fingers babe. you don’t need me.”
“how about you get me off.” you questioned.
“no can do babe. if i get you off then i’ll get worked up and lose.”
“song mingi!” you cursed. “you’re gonna regret this, babe.” you smiled devilishly.
mingi swallowed. “babe,” he tried to plead and reason with you, but you stormed off to the bedroom of your shared apartment.
song mingi you will regret that bet.
and that he did. 2 days later he was suffering seeing you prance around in nothing but your delicate underwear and a shirt or hoodie of his. you were doing this on purpose. for revenge. he tried to tie himself in work, but eventually he would have to come home.
of course his band mates were no help. wooyoung and san especially telling him to just cave.
“you just want me to cave so either one of you won’t be the fist to!”
even worse, when he came home just 3 days into the bet, he called out for you, no answer. only to find you in the shower, pleasuring yourself.
your moans and whimpers quickly went to his cock, standing straight up. he had to run out the room and outside for a fresh breath of air. the shower was his favorite place to fuck you.
after you heard mingi run out the door, you immediately stopped. he’s getting closer to cracking. with a smirk, you finished your shower, saving your orgasms for when your boyfriend breaks.
because although he may become tired after round 1 or 2, he’s going to be in for a long and rough night whenever that may be.
after 30 minutes of fresh air, he came back in the apartment, only to find you already in bed, in nothing but a tank top and underwear.
his favorite pair that belongs to you. the ones that gives his permission to touch you in the middle of the night if he wakes up horny and is afraid to wake you up.
he cursed under his breath. you smiled to yourself, content with the outcome that was for sure to come tonight.
however, mingi grabbed a pillow and walked out of the room.
was he seriously going to sleep on that couch? you heard the closet door open and knew he was getting a blanket. you heard him pad to the living room, and the television turning on.
you sat up in bed, fuming. you swung your legs over the bed, stomping into the living room. mingi was surprised to see you were up as he cuddled under the blanket.
“are you serious right now? you’re going to sleep on the couch, rather than sleep in the same bed with your girlfriend all because of this bet?”
mingi sighed, “babe—,”
you held up your hand, “fine, whatever.”
you gave up. you went back to the bedroom, putting on pajama pants and got in bed, sleep soon taking over.
you were surprised to wake up the next morning with mingi’s arm wrapped around your waist.
you moved his arm from your body, and slid out of bed, walking to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. you went on to get yourself ready for work.
mingi woke up not too long after, seeing the empty space next to him in bed. he heard you mingling around, confused as he rubbed his eyes, wondering why you didn’t wake him up.
“babe?” he hoarsed out. ugh, his morning voice was your favorite. you continued to get ready in the bathroom.
he got out of bed, shirtless, walking into the bathroom to kiss the top of your head. “morning.”
“morning mingi.” he stood tall, back rigid, behind you, frozen in place. mingi? not babe? baby? honey? you used his name?
“baby—,”
“i gotta go, got an important meeting this morning.” you interrupted and turned around. you patted his chest, “have a good day.”
you walked out. to work. nothing more said.
“fuck.”
“dude she’s pissed at you.” jongho laughed later that afternoon to mingi. they all met at the practice room.
wooyoung joined in at the laughing towards the struggling member. “after this, she won’t ride your dick for another month.”
mingi groaned, palms rubbing his eyes. “ugh this bet is so stupid.”
“go ahead and lose man,” wooyoung said.
“you’ll just have to pay the penalty fee.” san added. the added bet was whoever lost first had to pay double of what the original bet was. the winner at the end would receive all of it.
“mingi, a bet isn’t worth blueballs.” seongwha added.
“and let’s be real, none of you will win to me.” jongho added pointing to himself.
“not when i exist.” yunho smiled proudly coming into the room. “all of you should give up now. yall know i have the best restraint.”
the arguing started between 7 of the 8 members. only one remained quiet. yeosang. not because he lost, but because he knew one of those 7 members was lying.
“yeosang, you’re quiet?” yuhno pointed out.
“i have nothing to contribute.” yeosang answered.
he made a quick glance to wooyoung. then he adverted his eyes just as quick. yeosang had all eyes on him. waiting.
“someone in this room already lost, but it wasn’t me!” yeosang blurted.
“traitors!” mingi shot up from his spot on the ground. “who lost already?”
silence. “yeosang?” hongjoong asked. “who is betraying us in this group?”
yeosang took a deep breath before answering. “wooyoung.” he answered and all hell broke lose.
wooyoug trying to defend himself, mingi standing up cursing at wooyoung, san trying to come in between both of them.
jongho and yuhno laughing their asses off. hongjoong and seonghwa asking yeosang what happened.
in the end, yes, wooyoung confessed to losing within 12 hours of being back from tour.
thankfully, no one killed the boy during or after practice.
hours later, mingi was nearly running back home to you. he didn’t care about winning. he just didn’t want to lose first. especially if he would’ve lost to wooyoung.
he stumbled in the apartment, taking off his shoes, his jacket and bag falling to the ground.
he quickly went to the bedroom seeing you already in full covered pajamas, reading your book.
“hi ming—,”
you didn’t even get to finish your hello, as your boyfriend pulled you by the ankles to the end of the bed.
“mingi?”
“wooyoung lost.” he says throwing his shirt off of his body. he began pulling down your pajama pants.
“what do you mean he lost?”
your pants were off. the shirt was next. “he lost 12 hours in.” mingi mumbled, feeling betrayed.
you smiled. of course wooyoung had no control. “mingi—,”
mingi wrapped your legs around his neck, getting eye level to your pussy. “can’t wait to taste baby.”
without even removing your underwear, he began licking and sucking over the fabric, his fingers moving their way up your body to rest on your chest. his other hand soon moved the fabric to the side, keeping it there, exposing how wet you were, and with a smile, he licked up once, then began sucking once again in full madness. his free hand tugging at your nipple.
“so good baby.” he whispered. his nose hitting your clit perfectly, your back arched off the bed.
“mingi, baby,” you sighed out.
calling him baby, encouraged him more. your knees against your chest as your legs still wrapped around his head. he was folding you like a chair.
you knew you were being a bit harsh this morning, but if you trying hard didn’t break him, you wasn’t expecting not trying at all would cause this.
all while mingi devoured you, he was burbling words, phrases, and curses under his breath in between licks and nibbles.
“could’ve had this 13 hours in.” he mumbled, and he quickly pulled your underwear off, nearly ripping them. “these are in my way.” he growled under his breath.
you were a bit confused when he stood up, and threw himself on the bed. “ride my face, now.”
you nodded, sitting up, swinging your weak legs over his face. you were trying to gently ease onto his tongue, but mingi was impatient, and pulled you down.
his tongue quickly poking your entrance, nose rubbing your clit. you couldn’t help but start to ride his face, surely your wetness covering his entire face. the only part of him you could see was his pretty eyes and above.
gripping his hair, you rode faster, close to your orgasm, mingi slapping your ass right palm, then left. he kept alternating, leaving your ass for sure red, not giving up until you came.
“mingi—,” with a loud moan, his name rolling off your tongue, you quickly came. mingi didn’t stop making you ride his face. he wanted every drop.
you twitched on his tongue, a second wave coming over you. mingi loved when you got so overwhelmed and sensitive for him.
