#nobratlikeme

Doom scrolling was a bad habit, but you had been alone for so long now that even that couldn’t help keep your mind occupied.

Your friends were busy, all out having their own lives while you sat at your boyfriend, Hongjoong’s, house.

Alone.

Even he had a schedule. You knew he was a busy man, he had been meeting with designers to help make a second collection for his fashion brand. You didn’t fault him for that. You loved his work and you saw how happy it made him when his sketches came to life.

You loved seeing him happy.

You loved him.

But, at this current moment, you would do anything to have him by your side.

You didn’t have your car and you didn’t feel like spending whatever money it would take to go anywhere, not that you had any desire to go anywhere.

It had reached a point that your phone was so dry and you hadn’t had human interaction for hours that you were beginning to question if you were even still on Earth.

Or living.

There was even an hour when you had convinced yourself that you were actually in some sort of purgatory and that’s why you didn’t have the cell reception to receive any texts from anyone.

Before you could fully spiral and storm the neighborhood surrounding your boyfriend’s house to find some sort of life, he had sent you a text.

“Hmm, maybe people actually just hate me.” you questioned yourself before sliding to unlock your phone.

“My meeting ran a little late. I’ll be home soon, my love.”

That text came in nearly two hours ago.

You know because you had been patiently waiting in the living room, watching the clock to make sure you could meet him as soon as he walked in.

Yes, you were that bored.

Your head fell onto the back of the couch with a huff as you realized just how pathetic you probably looked. Like a dog waiting for its owner.

You pushed yourself from your relaxed position to make your way to his bedroom where you had been living in for this entire week.

He knew he’d have very little free time and wanted to see you as much as possible, so he asked for a long term sleepover. That way, every minute he had to himself you would be there and could spend as much time together without having to worry about picking you up or dropping you off.

He said that it was just a waste of precious time that you both could use to be together.

His house was exponentially better than yours, so it was a pretty easy answer.

Typically he wasn’t this busy, the two of you got to spend mornings and nights together and have little dates in between.

He had apologized at the start of the week, promising he’d do everything in his power to make it up to you the second he could.

You waved him off, you weren’t typically a clingy person but having your time limited with him had started to make your skin crawl.

You missed his cheesy jokes and his little ramblings about things he was working on.

You missed him explaining things that you would never use again in your life or be able to fully understand.

You missed him.

You would get maybe an hour or two tops with him every day when he got home before he was down for the count.

Once you reached the top of the stairs, your energy had drained. Your body felt tired and weak, as if your life source depended on those little interactions.

You felt needy and you hated it.

Worst of all, the two of you had barely been able to have any type of bedroom fun for the past few days. Which wasn’t helping.

Sex was never an issue in your relationship, he was very generous with making sure you were never hungry in that department. But with all his back to back meetings with artists and designers, he was always so exhausted when he did finally make it home.

And you weren’t selfish, you would never ignore his emotional state to satisfy your own needs.

In fact, you hadn’t really thought about it much until now.

But now that you had-

The sun was only just beginning to set outside, you figured it was still early enough that he wouldn’t mind a surprise for when he did eventually get home.

With newfound giddiness, you rushed to his bedroom and opened the top drawer in the dresser he had designated to your things.

He had offered to build you your own closet or give you his, but you figured that would be more of something that seemed logical if you were living there. Not just staying every once in a while.

You called it your dresser, but in reality, it was filled with things that Hongjoong had purchased for you.

When the two of you had first started seeing each other, you were a little hesitant whenever he decided to spend his money on you. You didn’t come from money and anytime anyone had “gifted” you something before, it came with conditions.

It took many, many politely rejected gifts and countless discussions about how much he genuinely enjoyed doing it for you to eventually give in.

And when you did, he went a little crazy.

You knew that half of the things you currently had your grubby little hands on were worth more than a month’s rent at your apartment.

Anytime you had worn something he had purchased, it always felt like it should’ve belonged to someone else. Someone who was worthy of it.

That also took some time (mixed with convincing) and praise from Hongjoong to help you get over.

You knew exactly what you were looking for, you were a woman on a mission.

He had gifted you a lingerie set months back that had yet seen the light of day. You promised to him you’d wear it on a special occasion, considering it was something that was meant to be worn under something. Not just on its own.

It was a black set, almost completely sheer apart from the lace brimming the tops of the bra and bottom of the panties. The same lace that matched the garter belt to connect to thigh high stocking.

He disagreed, but you laid out an entire storyline of how much better it would be if he was surprised by the set while he undressed you. Like unwrapping a gift.

He had offered to take you out that same night but you stood your ground. Calling him impatient and telling him good things come to those who wait.

But now?

Fuck waiting.

You were impatient and wanted a good thing to come now.

It took you no time to shed his shirt and replace it with the outfit, anxiously sitting on his bed as if he would walk in the second you were done.

Unfortunately for you, he hadn’t.

Unfortunately for you, his location hadn’t seemed to have moved from where it had been for the last few hours.

You sighed, flopping back onto the bed. Not only did you feel needy and impatient but now you were cold.

You turned your head to face the doorway of his closet, smiling as you thought of a new way to cure your boredom.

The lights immediately switched on the second your feet had touched the floor, wall to wall racks of his clothing surrounding you and the island in the center of the seemingly neverending closet space.

You knew that he had a lot of clothing, but this was more than you could possibly fathom.

“It’s like Mary Poppin’s bag, but in closet form.” you muttered to yourself as you picked a side and started looking through the racks.

Your fingers grazed over endless bundles of clothing, color coded suits with their matching pants hung alongside one another. You ran your hands down the line before stopping at a random red plaid jacket, quickly and carefully taking it from its hanger and throwing it on.

It hung from your shoulders, the extra material of the sleeves hanging over your hands as you sprinted to his floor length mirror. Your head tilted, “No, it should be black.”

You rushed to the section of black, using both your hands to separate the rack and take in each one.

“What would he even wear this to?” you asked, pinching a black and white checkered suit before pushing it away to reveal a black pinstriped one just behind it.

Your eyes lit up, placing it on you and heading back to the mirror.

“I should keep this.” you said, wrapping it shut before spinning and looking back at how it sat against your legs. “I feel like a mob boss.” you chuckled, your eyes scanning for the shelves of hats you knew he had.

You tried on a few different styles, creating characters for each one. You found a dark grey pageboy hat, one that you had seen him wear many times, placing it on your head before throwing your hair to the front of your shoulders.

“You come to me- on this- the day I am so bored and horny and ask me for a favor?” you mocked into the mirror, your lips downturned before taking a moment and walking to the island.

“Needs a tie.” you sighed, not even fully remembering why you had started this in the first place.

Black silk was a must, you decided, grabbing one at random and wrapping it around your neck.

You had seen Hongjoong do it enough times that it couldn’t have been that hard. Or so you thought.

You bit at your tongue, looping the material over itself and attempting to make it resemble somewhat of a knot. Your hair fell into your eyes as you grew increasingly frustrated, huffing as your hands slapped down against your bare thighs.

“Need a hand?” a voice came from behind you.

You screamed, shutting the jacket and spinning back to your very amused boyfriend leaning with his arms folded against the doorway. “Having fun?” he smirked, taking in your flustered state as you placed a hand to your chest to attempt to steady your heart.

“Don’t scare me like that!” you yelped, picking up a discarded hat and throwing it near his direction. Missing him completely.

He laughed, his face falling to the floor as he pushed himself from the frame. “I called for you many times. When you didn’t answer I assumed you were just sleeping up here but I see that is very much not the case.” he walked towards you, extending his arms to pull you into him.

He dug his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “I missed you.” he mumbled against you.

“I missed you too.” You sighed happily, nuzzling your face against his chest.

Every hour of boredom erased from your mind for every second he held you.

“Miss me so much you wanted to be me?” he pulled back to smile down at you, a hand moving to grab at the loose tie around your neck. He idly knotted it as you watched him in awe. No matter how long the two of you had been together, you still felt like you were dreaming whenever you were this close to him.

You didn’t understand how someone could be this perfect, this handsome, this talented and want to be with you. The person who had just been doing bad mobster impressions in the mirror a few minutes ago.

“There. Now you’re me.” he beamed, trailing his fingers down the tie and against the front of the jacket. His eyes followed, “Although, I would probably be wearing pants.”

“If you wear what I have on under this suit, then we have to have a discussion on why I haven’t seen it sooner.” you breathe out a laugh, pulling yourself back to look at him directly.

He knitted his brows in confusion, tiling his head as he played with the end of the tie, “What do you-“

His sentence cut short at the sight of lace peaking just out of the lapel.

You could physically see his pupil dilate, his body frozen as his face straightened. He knew exactly what you had on. He was very aware of the lingerie set he constantly begged you to wear.

He didn’t beg for anything. Ever.

His fingers tightened a bit on the silk tie, “Open it.”

You knew that tone, that was his “I’m being polite now, but do not push it” tone. It was one of your favorite tones he had.

Your eager hands shook as you unhooked yourself from him to untuck the jacket from under your arms. His sharp intake of breath in time with the jacket falling open.

He groaned, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I don’t know, but you must have been terrible in a past life.” you joked, pushing up on your toes as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.

“What I did back then is nowhere close to what I’m going to do to you now.” he cooed.

His lips crashed against yours, one hand pulling the tie to lift you up to him as the other found your hip. His fingers rubbed along the patterns of the lace as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

You gasped, his grip tightening as he pressed against you. He took the moment to slide his tongue into your mouth, massaging it against your own. His breathing had picked up, fingers bruising against the skin of your waist as he pulled back taking a string of saliva with him.

“I’ve been so selfish lately.” he stated softly, his nose tracing alongside yours as you whimpered in response. “You’ve been waiting here for me every day, taking the stress from my shoulders just by being yourself without a complaint.” he distanced from you, the tie lifting in his hand as he used it to walk you towards the island.

“You’ve been so good for me.” His voice was light, but his eyes were dark. He snapped his wrist towards his chest, flinging you into him by the neck as your hands caught on his biceps.

His face hovered above you, “I think you deserve a thank you, don’t you?”

You didn’t know what the thank you was but you nodded vigorously, excited to find out. He chuckled to himself, releasing the tie as it fell between your breasts. His hands traced down over your hips before back up to your waist, gripping it tightly and pushing you up to sit on top of the island.

You squeaked as your nearly bare ass hit the cool marble top of it, eyes wide as your hands continued to clutch to his body.

A smile tore across his face, his hands moving under his jacket to slide the material from your arms. It fell back against the island and he spread it out like a makeshift blanket behind you. “Lay back, baby, let Captain take care of you today.” his palm pressed against your chest to lay you flat.

You stopped yourself from giggling and kicking your feet, this was exactly what you wanted.

He wrapped his fingers around your right ankle, pressing his lips against it before going up to your calf, placing kisses up the line of your leg until he reached the top of your thigh highs. “You’re keeping these on.” His lips moved against your thigh, his hand unclasping the buckle from the garter. He repeated the same on the other side. You had to resist squirming, you knew doing so would only make him prolong doing anything at all.

Your patience was wearing very very thin and no matter how many times he tried to train you to be more submissive to him, there was a part of you that he could never contain. And you were doing everything in your power to push that side of you down.

“But these-“ his fingers hooked to the waistband of your underwear, “These are in my way.”

You exhaled shakily through your nose, your lips forming a pout as a whine slipped out.

He pulled them down at a snail’s pace, as much as you loved testing him. He loved to test you. To see how much he could get away with before you snapped, or just to test if you would snap.

It took a brat to be a good brat tamer.

“Something wrong?” he mocked innocence, tossing your panties to the floor before lowering himself to his knees. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. “It’s been a few days, I just want us to enjoy every minute of this.” His hands raked down the tops of your thighs, the subtle burn of his fingernails making you hiss through your teeth before pulling your lip between them.

“I’ve been begging you to wear this, and you decide to put it on when I’m not here?” he tsk’d, moving to lick a stripe from the inside of your thigh just to stop before where you wanted him most.

You whimpered, biting so hard on your lip you thought you’d draw blood. “I wanted to surprise you.” you managed to get out.

He hummed, “I think you were just horny and wanted to get your way. Isn’t that right?”

He moved to your other thigh, his teeth sinking into the flesh of it. Your hand reached to grip at his hair, fingers lacing between his messy locks. “I said, isn’t that right?” he repeated himself, tracing his tongue along his teeth marks.

You exhaled shakily, “Yes.”

He smiled against you, his face moving an inch closer to your core. “Were you feeling needy, baby?” he kissed the area, sucking your skin into his mouth.

You nodded, “Yes.”

Another inch closer, “You were missing me that badly?”

“Yes.”

Another inch, his nose just grazing your folds. He lifted a hand to spread you open with his fingers, groaning to himself as he took in how wet you were. “All this and I haven’t even touched you yet.” he laughed and you could feel his breath against you. The warmth made you shiver.

“It’s been a little bit, remind me, who makes you this wet?” he looked up at you and the sight alone could send you over the edge.

“You do.” you whispered, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt.

He lowered his brows, feigning confusion, “You, who?”

“Hongj-“ was all you could get out before his tongue found your clit. His arms hooked under your thighs swinging them over his shoulder and pulling you closer to his face.

He ate you like a man starved, inhaling as his face disappeared into your cunt. His tongue swiveled and swirled around your bundle of nerves, moaning into you to add extra vibration.

Your hand pulled at his hair, your head falling back as you back arched into him. That hat you wore sliding off and bouncing onto the floor.

He groaned, an arm moving up to grip the bottom of the tie and pull it to sit you forward. He removed himself, lips and chin glistening as he scowled at you, “Eyes on me.”

You placed your hands flat behind you to support yourself, nodding as he kept a hold on the tie. It tightened around your neck, cutting your airflow only slightly due to the soft material but it was enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

He dipped back in with the same speed, his lips smacking against you as you could feel yourself shuttered at the intensity of his stare alone.

His remaining hand dropped below your eyesight as you felt him slide a finger into you.

The moan you let out echoed in the vastness of the closet, your jaw dropping. He turned his hand to curl his finger up to graze your g-spot. You did all you could to keep yourself upright, your arms already on the verge of giving out.

His eyes gleamed as he watched you unravel before him, the bulge in his dress pants nearly ripping through the seams.

He watched as you gasped when he added a second finger and you could feel him smile into you. He pulled back as his fingers set a steady rhythm pumping in and out of you. “I missed those pretty sounds of yours.” he licked his lips causing you to whine.

He groaned, “That one’s good.”

His fingers curled into you, “But let me see if I can get my favorite.”

You had no time to brace yourself before he started rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you, his thumb coming up to circle around your bundle of nerves.

“Hongjoong.” you moaned, wanting nothing more than lay flat against the counter. Your arms shaking as you kept eye contact, the smirk on his face only making things worse.

“There it is.” he chuckled to himself but you could tell he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Let me hear that again.” he said before returning his tongue to replace his thumb, pulling the tie around your neck tighter towards him.

You felt yourself clamp around him so tightly you thought it’d cut off the circulation in his fingers. The only word you were able to get out was his name as you felt the build up of pleasure reaching its highest point.

“Fuck, Hongjoong, feels so good.” you spoke between breaths. He moaned into you, his fingers slowing as you squeezed around them.

He withdrew himself, your body aching at the emptiness just before you reached your orgasm. A whimper fell from you, eyes searching him wildly as he stood.

He fumbled to grasp his belt, hurriedly unbuckling it as he set his dick free from its restraint.

He leaned over you, his hand coming to wrap around your cheek as he mimicked your frown with a mocking tone, “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t want me inside you?”

You shook your head trying to hide your frustration as you licked your lips, “I was so close, Captain.”

“Isn’t it frustrating to not get what you want?” he faked sincerity, thumb moving down to press against your bottom lip.

You nodded, immediately bringing it into your mouth as your tongue wrapped around it.

“Now you know how I’ve felt waiting for you to wear this.” His eyes scanned over the outfit before looking down at your lips, watching as you sucked on the digit.

“Knew you’d look so pretty in it and it was just sitting in a drawer.” His other hand traced the strap of your bra, traveling behind you to unclasp it quickly.

He leaned forward to kiss along your jaw, “And seeing you in this with my jacket-“

He took in a deep breath, peppering open mouth kisses down your throat to your chest.

Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as he sucked your nipple. His teeth grazed it lightly, animalistic as he groaned against you.

“Love when you wear my things. Things I bought you. Things I make for you. I’m going to make you so many pretty things.” he spoke between licks.

“Love marking you. Letting everyone know your mine.” he said, biting down onto the soft skin of your breast.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulder as he laughed at the sensation.

“My beautiful baby.” he said, one hand pumping himself while the other drew you in closer by the small of your back.

You exhaled, his words going straight between your legs. You knew he was a territorial man, and you loved that about him. It made you feel safe. Protected. It also made you want to suck the soul out of him.

You bit your lip, feeling even more desperate to feel him. Your body missed him even when he was touching you. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

“All yours.” you spoke as his mouth found your neck again, one hand working on himself while the other grabbed at your chest.

You felt his body twitch against you, his hand moving faster on his dick. The tip leaking into his fist as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.

Your foreheads touching as his lips hung open, “Tell me again.”

“I’m yours, Hongjoong. Only yours.”

His lips found yours and you felt yourself melt into him. He always had the ability to take your breath away, his style of kisses varied but you felt his love for you in everyone. Everytime.

He pulled you towards the edge of the countertop, pressing his tip against your clit, slapping lightly against it from the movement of his hand.

You tried to reach down, to help him. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to make him feel good.

He bit your lip, “No touching, baby. Today is about taking care of you.”

You huffed, needy and pathetic as you tried it again. Hoping he would give in.

You should’ve known better.

He stopped, looking at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench around him.

“Did you not hear me?” his hand moved to the drawer beside your legs as you scrambled to try to explain yourself.

“I just want to make you feel good, Captain.” you pleaded hoping the nickname would soften his mood and reached again. His eyes shut as he took in a sharp breath. His fingers left his dick to wrap around your wrist and held it up to your face, opening his eyes to glare at you.

“Give me your other hand.” he demanded, scowling at you. You could tell the nickname had worked, but not in the way you wanted.

You knew not to make his wait, your other arm lifting shakily to meet the one he held.

He pulled another tie from the drawer, wrapping it around the both of them. The knot he formed digging softly into your skin as he moved to grab them both in one palm.

“You want to make Captain feel good?” he asked, his tone practically singsongy as his free hand moved back to press his tip against you, collecting your arousal.

You nodded, biting down onto your lip as your wrist twisted against the material. He raised them above your head, leaning forwards to push you both to lay back onto the counter. “Yeah?” he cooed, hovering over you.

“Yes, Captain. Please.” you whispered up at him.

“Then take everything I give you, like a good girl.” he said before pushing himself into your leaking hole.

The two of you moaned as he bottomed out. One hand restraining you while the other came to wrap around your hip. He pulled you down closer to sink into his lap, his forehead resting against yours as he whimpered.

“You’re pussy doesn’t want to let me go, baby.” he said as his hips moved back, slowly sliding inch by inch out of you while you laid with your jaw slack. “She’s needy, just like you.” His laugh broke into breaths as he pushed back into you. Your walls immediately squeezing around him.

“Fuck-“ he moaned, “Always so tight for me.”

Your toes curled as he pushed in so deeply you could feel him in your chest.

He held himself there, his breath hitting your face as he stood himself up. “Keep these here or you don’t cum.” he released his grip on your tied wrists before moving his hand to grab your waist fully.

You nodded, panting as you watched his eyes rake over your body. He looked back at you, “And keep your eyes on me.”

He pulled out of you again slowly, the sensation making you back arch as he groaned in response. “Do you know how hard it is to focus in meetings when I know I’m coming home to this?” he said, thrusting into you harshly. Your legs wrap around his back to try to stabilize yourself.

“Can’t pay attention to anything when I’m thinking about you waiting for me all doe eyed.” He set a pace, slamming into you with such consistent force you took your breath away. “Thinking about you walking around, wearing my shirts, laying in my bed. Fuck-“ he gritted through his teeth, “Wanting to be fucked. To be split open on my dick.” His voice broke into a whimper as you matched his pace with your hips.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good.” he said softly, biting onto his lip as sweat formed across his forehead. “You make me feel fucking good.” he shifted himself to angle into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out.

He laughed, honing in on making sure he hit it again and again, “Right there?”

You scrambled to speak, your throat dry as you breathed out a ‘yes’.

“Eyes on me, you look so pretty when you cum.” he removed a hand from your hip to pull you up by your tie. Your forehead fell against his shoulder as your lips immediately started working on the skin under his jaw.

He grabbed the back of your neck, making you face him as the new upright angle assured he wouldn’t miss your g-spot with every thrust.

You felt yourself squeezing around him as he pressed his thumb back into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around it on autopilot before he pulled it out and brought it between you to press against your clit.

Your breath hitched, forcing your eyes to stay open as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. He groaned, feeling it too as your walls wrapped to form around him, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

“Can’t help it, - feels so good.” You breathed, moving back to loop your tied arms around the back of his neck. His finger sped up, his dick twitching inside of you. “Yeah? Does my dick feel good?” he teased, his voice strained.

You nodded, keeping his eye contact, “You feel so good, Captain. You’re so big.”

His eyes rolled, moving his head to latch on your nipple. The extra sensation was almost overwhelming as you did your best to keep hold of his body as he slammed into you.

He sucked hickeys into the skin of your breast, his hips sputtering as his eyebrows furrowed. You could feel your limbs starting to go limp, pleasure taking over you as you tried to warn Hongjoong but no words came out.

Your orgasm hit you, your body trembling as he continued to fuck you through it. Your walls sucking him in so tightly that he followed immediately after with a whine. Unable to stop himself.

“Fuck-“ he groaned, cumming so hard that it began to leak out of you around his dick. “I couldn’t hold-“ you panted, your head falling against him as he brought a hand to hold you still against him. He kissed lazily at your temple, steadying his breathing as he nodded. “It’s okay, just-.” his body shook, his hand trailing softly on the soft skin of your back causing you to shiver. He moaned at your shutter, involuntarily causing you to flutter around his dick that sat inside of you.

He took a breath before continuing, “You’ll remember to tell me this time.”

You lifted your head with a desperate expression, feeling boneless as you felt him stiffen between your legs.

“Hongjoong-“ you tried as he shot you a warning look, withdrawing himself from you.

Before you could even begin to panic or question if you upset him, he lifted your hands from him and spun you over.

His suit jacket slid, the cold marble of the countertop against your nipples and heated skin made you his. Your hands were over your head again, your cheek resting against the surface as you felt him rubbing himself along your entrance.

“You wanted to cum so badly earlier, I’m just trying to give you what you want.” he feigned innocence, pushing himself back into you. The full feeling making your mouth water as you could feel yourself drooling onto the marble.

“I can’t-“ you tried, but his hand cracked against the side of your ass. “You can and you will. You wanted to make me feel good, right?” he stated more than asked, bouncing you off of him so hard you thought you’d give yourself a concussion.

Another slap, “Right?”

“Yes, yes, want to make you feel good.” you nodded frantically, the sensation of your nipples sliding against the cool marble making you practically purr.

“Why would we stop when you’re taking my dick so well, baby?” he pistoned into you, hitting spots inside you didn’t even know existed. You felt so full of him as he fucked his cum deep into you.

Your mind was blank, only able to focus on how good he felt in you.

“Look at you, so wrecked for me. Isn’t that right?” he laughed through pants, and you couldn’t even find the strength to respond. “Don’t tap out on me, if you don’t warm me this time we’ll just keep going until you do.” He threatened, and you snapped back knowing that he meant it.

“There she is.” he smirked, his hand smoothing over the inflamed skin of your ass. “You feel that good, baby?” he kneaded the skin, gripping it to use as a handle to slam you back against him.

You whined, “So big. So full.”

His fingers looped around the back of your tie, pulling your top half to his chest as he pushed further into you to assure you didn’t fall off the island. His other hand moved down to press against your lower stomach as he nipped at your ear, “You feel me here, don’t you??”

You shook your head, “In my throat.”

He chuckled, “Yeah?”

He moved to wrap his fingers around your neck, “Right here?”

He waited until you nodded in response before tightening his hold, your jaw dropping as you did your best to breathe.

His lips stayed pressed to your ear, making sure you heard every sound that you pulled from him. You pouted, you loved hearing him be so vocal. With every groan and whimper, you felt the band in your stomach get tighter.

He laughed softly, biting at your earlobe, “You have something you want to tell me?”

You knew he could feel you gripping him, but you could barely form words with his hand around your throat. You opened and closed your mouth, eyebrows knitting as he continued to push into you with mind numbing force.

His hips tilted to plunge into you so deep it took your breath away. His teeth found your shoulder, moaning into it as his speed picked up.

Your vision blurred, your tied hands coming up to grip at his hand as it immediately dropped from you. “Hongjoong-“ you gasped, pushing your ass against him, “Don’t stop, right there please.”

You felt him twitch, “Fuck Hongjoong please.”

“Please what, baby?”

You were panting, slamming yourself back to him as his fingers bit into your hips with a bruising force. You knew he wasn’t going to last that much longer either.

“Please. I’m gonna’ cum.” you managed to get out, your body arching as you felt yourself locking up.

He brought his finger to play with your oversensitive clit, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t form cohesive thoughts, just crying his name as he fucked you into the counter. Your hips smacking against the marble as his hips slammed into you.

“Good- girl.” he grunted, his fingers speeding up.

“Want this- everyday.” he said, his sweat dripping on to you as you responded with a moan. “Wanna’ come home and fuck you dumb. Wanna hear those pretty sounds.” you wished you could grab him, you wanted to touch him. To ground yourself as he bucked into you relentlessly, you felt overstimulated. Your body shivered against him as you felt your second orgasm approaching with his words.

As if he could read your mind, his hand quickly ripped the tie from your wrist before coming to your chest to pinch your nipple. Your one hand stabilized yourself on the counter while the other moved back to dig into the back of his neck. Holding on for dear life.

“Hongjoong, gonna’ cum.” you got out, your head falling back against him.

“Cum with me, baby.” he repeated over and over, his fingers circling your puffy clit as he pushed into you with so much force you saw stars.

It hit you so hard that no sound came out of you, your mouth open as your walls milked his cock. His body fell forward into you as he groaned loudly.

The two of you just stayed like that, your body unmoving as his hips slowly continued to press into you. Fucking you through the aftershocks until his cum was sliding down your thigh.

He kissed your shoulder, muttering soft praises as his hips came to a stop. His forehead resting against your shoulder blade.

The only sound in the room was your broken breaths as you both tried to come back to reality.

He kissed your shoulder, his hands grabbing the counter on either side of you to push himself up.

He looked down at where he disappeared inside of you, laughing, “You ruined these pants.”

The black fabric was soaked, dripping with a mix of you and him. You scoffed, pressing your forehead against the marble, “You ruined those pants, you should’ve taken them off.”

“You want to say that again?” he amused, his finger ghosting over your overworked and sore bundle of nerves. Your body nearly jumped away from him, he laughed, pulling you back against him. “Don’t run, let’s just stay like this for a minute. You feel so good around me.”

“I swear to God, if you get hard again.” You deflated, your hand idly scratching at his scalp. He hummed, pushing further into you, “You make it so easy though.”

You gasped, pouting, “Please, I am a weak woman.”

He smiled into your skin, kissing your shoulder again.

After a minute he spoke again, “So, what do you think?”

You laughed, looking back at him, “You want ratings now?”

His fingers slapped against where he held your hip, shaking his head and he bit on his lip to stop his smile. “About what I said.”

“You fuck me like that and expect me to be able to hold conversation? What did you say?” you lifted yourself, sliding him out of you slightly. He pulled himself out completely, carefully turning you to sit on the counter and face him.

He combed through your damp hair, “Would you want that- me- everyday?”

“You’re asking if I’d fuck you everyday?” you questioned, laughing to yourself. It wasn’t far off from what you two usually did, apart from the last week.

His head fell forward, cheeks flushing, “No-“

He tucked himself back into his pants, not caring about the mess. He’d probably just buy new ones to replace them.

You pushed back the hair that had stuck to his forehead, He lifted his eyes to look at you, his lips forming a soft smile as he watched you.

“Would you- want to move in here- with me?” he asked quietly, his hand coming to wrap around yours. He moved it to kiss at the top of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt your entire body flush, your heart feeling full as you looked at your usually cool and confident boyfriend. He watched you carefully, his demeanor becoming more and more nervous with every second that went unanswered.

“We’re going to need to clear some of this closet.” you smiled, your arms linking around his back as you looked around your surroundings.

He bit his bottom lip, his hands resting on your waist, “I’ve told you I’ll build you your own.”

“I mean in general, there are some questionable things in here.” you joked. He swore at you, his fingers tickling at your sides as you tried to slap him away.

He moved to lift you, bringing you into him as he carried you over to his bed. He placed you down before hovering over you, “So, is that a yes.”

“I would love to move in with you.” you grinned, your hand lacing in his hair as he moved down to kiss you softly.

His lips molding against yours, your tongue moving to trace along his top lip. He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. Both of your breathing slowly increase in speed.

His hand trailed down your side as you moaned into him. “Still sensitive?” he mumbled into your lips.

You nodded a mixture of desire and defeat in your tone, “I can go again if you can.”

He grabbed your wrist, moving it to his erection and wrapping your fingers around it, “What do you think?”

You whimpered, remembering his size. Remembering how it just fit so snuggly in you moments ago. Your core is already throbbing despite its soreness.

You unzipped his pants and slid your hand into them. Your started working him slowly, his breath hitching as he fully moved on the bed. His legs came up to rest on top of the mattress.

You continued to pump him, watching his eyes flutter shut as you crawled to move between his legs.

Something shiny catching your eye.

“Hongjoong!” you yelped, causing him to spring into attention. You moved your hand to point down at his feet, “Take your shoes off!”

“You just decided to move in and you’re already making demands?” he laughed, kicking them off his feet and onto the floor before you slid his pants down to follow them.

“Regretting your decision already?” you asked, satisfied at the removal before leaning between his legs.

He laughed, his head resting against his headboard, “Alittle-“ before he could finish his thought, you wrapped your lips around him. Doing exactly what he had done to you earlier. Your tongue moving to circle his tip as you continued working him with your hand. He laughed gently, his eyes finding yours, “You brat.”

You pulled up to correct him, “Your brat.”

His fingers laced in your hair as you took him in your mouth, exhaling as he held it back from his view, “My brat.”

He groaned so strongly you felt it in your own chest. “My brat.” he repeated, as you hollowed your cheeks around him. Your head bobbed as you inched him further and further into your throat slowly.

His moans quickened, getting higher in pitch as they turned to whines. Once he bottomed out you swallowed around him, his hands stilling you as you remembered to breathe through your nose.

“Too good- too much.” he whimpered, “Need to cum in you again.”

The second his hands left your head, you slowly trailed back up his cock. Your tongue traces it as you reach the top. You sucked against his tip, his hips jutting upwards, “Baby, please.”

You cocked an eyebrow, he had never begged you in bed before.

Before you could move again, he looked down at you realizing what he had done, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

His tone was stern enough to almost wipe any plan you began to formulate in your mind.

Almost.

You bat your eyes innocently up at him as you suck his tip back into your mouth. Your tongue licking the precum leaking from it.

You had been too obedient to him the last time around so you needed to remind him exactly who you were.

He hissed, his chest heaving as you repeated it one more time before releasing him with a pop. His dick slapping against his stomach.

“You want to be in control? Get up here and ride me.” his hand slid to slap lightly against your cheek. A warning for if you tried to do anything other than what he had said.

You nodded, moving your way up his body, kissing at his stomach and chest up to his neck. Your teeth grazed the skin below his ear as he lined himself up with your hole. The feeling alone is already making you wince.

You will be very sore tomorrow.

“I’ve fucked you dumb today, now I want you to do it to yourself.” he said before lifting his hips to enter you, his hand on your hips as he pushed you down to meet him. “Show me how much you love my dick.” he growled up at you, not moving an inch. He removed his hands from you, lacing them behind his head. You frowned, still taking in the stretch of him. “What’s wrong?” he spoke in a condescending tone, “You wanted to take charge a second ago.”

His voice made you clench, his upper half jutting forward at the sensation. “Oh I see-“ he said, his hands moving back to your hips. He lifted you with ease, sliding you up himself before pushing you back down slowly. “You really are my brat, aren’t you?” he asked, catching your open mouth as he continued to use you like a fleshlight.

You nodded, growing impatient at his pace, “I’m sorry, Captain. Please-“

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll help you-“ he said before he slowly started grinding you faster against him but not nearly as fast as you’d like to be. “I’ll get you there, baby.” His hand fell to your clit, making you wince as it throbbed against him.

You knew neither of you would last very long, but his tone was certainly helping you. He doubled his speed, grunting as you could tell he was trying to hold himself back, You already started to clench around him, the build up beginning as you could help but smile through the overstimulation. Tears flowing down your face as you felt yourself reaching a third orgasm.

“Hongjoong- I’m gonna-“

At those words he ceased movement.

You whined, looking down at him with wide eyes.

“I said I’ll get you there, now take charge like you wanted.” he challenged you, his eyebrows raising as he smirked. His breathing was quick and you could tell that this was making him just as impatient as you were, but he loved to teach you a lesson. “Unless, you want me to do it?” he asked, raising himself to place a hand at the small of your back. He pushed up into you, his lips finding your chest as he kissed down it. “Beg me.” he said, his tongue trailing down to catch your nipple.

You pushed him down to rest against the headboard, not ready to give up yet. He watched you in amusement as you leaned back to place your hands on his knees. You moved your feet to lay flat on either side of his hips, lifting yourself before going back down. “You sounded so pretty when you begged, Captain. Why don’t you beg me?”

His face twisted, trying to keep calm as you began to bounce yourself on him. He groaned, biting down on his lip. You were panting, fucking yourself on him as you pinched at your nipple. “You told me to fuck you, I’m just being your good girl.” you breathed, the new angle hitting you in just the right spot.

He watched with angry eyes as your other hand trailed between your legs, his chest heaving as he smacked your hand before you could relieve yourself.

He pushed forward, slamming you onto your back and hovering over you.

His hand gripped your thigh, pushing your leg to rest against his chest as he buried himself deep inside of you. “You want me to beg? You think you can fuck yourself as good as I can?” his pace was already relentless, your mouth hanging open. He pinched your chin between his index finger and thumb, “Tongue.”

You happily stuck it out, too blissed out to care. He spit onto it, moving his hand to slap your jaw shut. “Swallow it.” you did, opening again to show your clean tongue.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the new neighbors?” he said, lifting your other leg and leaning his chest against them. His dick feeling so deep inside you, you thought it would come out of your mouth. You gasped, “Hongjo-“

“Louder.”

You whimpered, unable to do anything as he licked his fingers and pressed them against your clit. Your body jolted as he masterfully played your body like an instrument. “They can’t hear you, speak up.” he said, his hand slapping against your clit as you cried out.

“What? Did I finally fuck the attitude out of you?”

You squeezed him, causing him to inhale sharply. “No, you just like when I treat you like the slut you are.” he began to rub you again.

The pleasure verges on painful, feeling so full and so worked by him that you begin to cry. He pulled your legs off of him, placing them on either side of him as he sank down to meet you. His hips and fingers are still working you as if it was nothing. He kissed up your face, his tongue licking at the water that gathered on your cheeks.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” he said, his pace faltering as he twitched inside of you. “This is my pussy, not yours. Every inch of you belongs to me. Don’t forget that.” His words made your eyes roll, your walls squeezing around him as your vision went white. “Hongjoong- I’m gonna-“ you got out.

He laughed, “Let me feel my pussy milk me.”

That was all you needed, your head rolling back as you shook, crying out loud enough that the next neighborhood over could probably hear you. He fucked you through it, his movements sloppy as he came inside of you. Your insides pulling every string of cum from his throbbing dick as he fell on top of you.

“Fuck, baby.” he sighed, kissing any piece of skin he could reach in his flattened state.

You laughed, your head still spinning as you continued to flutter around him, “I know, I’m amazing.”

“If you’re trying to bait me, I think you’ve cleaned me out but we can try-“

“No!” you exclaimed, the idea of going again made you shuttered. Hongjoong hissed as the movement echoed on his dick still inside of you, “Baby.”

“You’re on top of me, I can’t do anything.” you groaned, as he attempted to lift himself before falling back on top of you.

He nuzzled his face into your chest, “I don’t think my bones work anymore, let’s just rest like this.”

“I want dinner.” you stated honestly, the workout you both endured leaving you dying of thirst and wanting food. Your stomach growling just at the mention of food.

“Do you think if I write it in the instructions, I can get the delivery guy to bring the food to us up here?” he questioned, his chin resting to look you in the eyes.

You hummed, contemplating the logistics of the situation. Your fingers running through his hair as he smiled softly at you, “I don’t know how good that’d be for your image.”

“So what if the delivery man sees my ass.” he teased, carefully withdrawing himself from you as he made his way to his closet.

You questioned how he was able to walk around, feeling as if every muscle in your body would melt if you attempted to do the same. He came back in a pair of sweats, fixing his t-shirt as he approached the bed with a second one.

He leaned down, extending his neck to you, “Grab on.”

Your hands slapped against him as he stood, lifting you to sit. He placed a hand against your back, using the other to throw the shirt on you before pressing his lips against your clammy forehead.

“I’ll draw you a bath and order some food.” he whispered, kissing you again.

You smiled, moving your head so you could catch his lips. “Is this the Kim House Standard that I should be expecting from now on?”

He mocked offense, backing from you, "You act like I don’t spoil you rotten.”

You giggled, watching as he made his way to the bathroom, laying back onto your bed. You looked at the ceiling and asked yourself how the hell you got this life.

Hongjoong returned, leaning against the bedroom door frame, “So, now that we’re going to be living together, am I going to hear more of those little impressions?”

“Only if you’re good.” you quipped back, closing your eyes before your body was dragged down the bed by your ankle.

The two of you had often set things up and then decided at the last minute you actually didn’t want to see one another at all. There were countless times you had canceled on him just because you wanted to chill at home alone or would rather go out with your friends. The fact that he canceled wasn’t unusual. The reason being he had a gig that happened to be at the club his ex worked at was unusual.

“I know, I know, that we are just fucking around. I don’t understand why this bothers me so much.” You sighed, your lipgloss wand dropping from your fingers and onto the vanity your phone was propped against. “Like I’m angry?” you asked yourself outloud, in shock at the emotions you were feeling. “Why am I angry?” you directed your attention back to the screen with an intensity as if your best friend had made you feel this.

She tried to respond, sputtering out sounds of confusion with her hands held up in defense. “I think I have an answer but you’re not going to like it.” she mumbled, causing your fingers to grip your phone closer, insisting for her to continue.

“It sounds like, maybe-“ she danced around the words carefully, taking in every change in expression you made, “you’re just a tiny bit.” She pinched her fingers in front of the camera, her voice raising two octaves to try to soften whatever she was about to say. “Jealous?”

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat as a laugh slipped from you, “Jealous?”

She lifted her hand again, pinching the air in with a squint.

“I am not jealous. What would I have to be jealous of?” you fought back, shock prominent in your tone as you shook your head. Feeling as if it would rid the word from it. “Was I jealous when I found him hooking up with that one girl in the closet of Seonghwa’s house?” you stood to pace, taking a second before glancing back to the phone. Awaiting an answer.

“No.” Your best friend shook her head.

“Or when I caught him knuckles deep in the car with that waitress from the bar a month or so back?” you continued.

“How do you remember all-“

“Or that time we all heard that blonde girl through the walls of his-“

“Okay! Okay! Enough!” her voice cut you off, “I don’t need any reminders of all the things Hongjoong has traumatized us with throughout knowing him.”

“I have never been jealous, I am not jealous.” you finalized with a nod of your head, resting back into your chair with a contented sigh. “So then, stay home tonight. Who cares that he canceled plans to do a DJ set for the last and, really, only woman he’s officially dated in years?” you could hear the smirk in her tone as she leaned to cross her arms over her chest, staring into the camera lens with raised brows.

You slowly turned your head to squint at her, all satisfaction stripped as anger began to boil in your blood at the mention of his ex. “Maybe I will.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

Your eyes stayed narrow as she grinned at you.

Your shoulders dropped as your face fell to look into your lap, “I know you do.”

You hated to admit it, but her words did bring some clarity to the situation.

Hongjoong and you had been messing around since the moment you were introduced. Your friend group would mention him in passing, telling stories of times with him or moments where he had gotten them in ridiculous situations. You hadn’t officially met until a few months into hanging with everyone else, he was always off performing at various clubs throughout the country.

When he did come back home, it couldn’t have been at a worse time in your own personal life. You had been in a relationship, a very long one. A very long, miserable one. You were just re-finding who you were as a person. You hadn’t been single in awhile, so it was nice to be able to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. It was a freedom that you didn’t realize you lost or missed.

In no way, shape, or form were you looking to jump into another relationship or even look at another man.

But then, Hongjoong happened.

You had assumed that his reputation was overexaggerated. That, despite his ongoing list of talents, he was just another man at the end of the day.

You were wrong.

He had crashed into your life like a tank through a fortress. He was funny, he was talented, he was charming, he was everything that you had been informed about. You weren’t the type of person who was easily impressed, but he wasn’t the bare minimum type of impressive.

The two of you had incredible chemistry. You shared a sense of humor. Had a similar taste in music, movies, and aesthetics.

He was able to handle your attitude and shut you down tenfold. It was very rare for you to find anyone who could keep you in check (having experience with many others trying), but he did it with ease. There was a reason his friends affectionately referred to him as ‘Captain’. The world was his ship and everyone else just happened to be on it. There wasn’t a single moment in meeting him where he didn’t walk into a room and immediately take control of everything happening around.

You enjoyed that about him.

You enjoyed being able to shut off your brain when he was around because you knew that he would make sure you were okay.

It had been your idea to keep things casual, which made this whole jealousy nonsense even more frustrating. When it all began, you didn’t want to be in another relationship, you didn’t feel ready. Not that he had ever pushed to be in one, but you made it very clear at the start that if you two were going to be messing around that that’s all it would be and nothing more.

He understood and agreed.

But now there was a part of you that wondered why he agreed and why he wouldn’t want to take things further than just hooking up. Why he had never been with anyone seriously since his last ex. You hated thinking about how many women you had seen him with in the time you’ve known him. It never bothered you before, but it did now. Had he had an entire roster of people he circulated between? You and him had been consistent. Was he consistent with everyone else? All the other women you had caught him with?

“You’ve been silent for a long time, but you know what you need to do.” Your best friend interrupted your thoughts, snapping your attention back to the Facetime you honestly had forgotten about. Your heart racing at the sound of her sudden voice, “And what’s that?”

“Make him regret it.” Her lips curled into a smirk, “Text me if you need help, I love you.”

You barely responded before her face vanished and your home screen reappeared. Your best friend knew that you needed to move fast if you wanted to make it to the club on time for his DJ set. A plan you had devised on your own before you received the call from your best friend.

You answered already half ready in his favorite dress - one that had yet to see the outside of your apartment. The same one that whenever he came to pick you up and you were in it, the both of you were no longer making it to whatever plans you had for the night. But he wasn’t there to stop you tonight, you were going to wear it out and you were going to wear it to the club.

Both you and your best friend knew that your impulsivity was not something that could be rationalized with. Once you put something into motion, it was nearly impossible to stop the force that was your willpower.

Newfound conflicting feelings or not, Hongjoong would be seeing you tonight.

The car you ordered didn’t take long to arrive. The club was only twenty minutes from your apartment, which somehow made things worse. It’s not like it was out of the way, you could’ve joined him to begin with. He typically would let you come to his sets. Even if you weren’t in a partying mood, he would haul you with him to sit in the green rooms or VIP areas to wait for him to finish. He always had massive amounts of adrenaline after performing and he had informed you many times you were his favorite way to release it.

A sickening feeling began to build in the pit of your stomach. If he hadn’t planned on seeing you tonight, was he going to exert that excess energy with someone else? His ex? You pinched at the bridge of your nose. “Who cares?” you sighed, slapping the hand down onto your thigh. You caught the driver peeking at you through the rear view mirror with concern. “I don’t even care.” you affirmed directly to him as his eyes darted back to the road.

The rest of the ride was filled with your huffs, your thoughts seesawing back and forth between getting yourself worked up and then remembering it shouldn’t matter. You knew you probably looked insane to the man in the front, but you’d likely never see him again so you began to mumble to yourself.

“I don’t even like him, he’s annoying. His laugh is loud and obnoxious and his smile is stupid.” you grumbled, arms crossing over your chest as you sunk into the back seat. “He’s a fucking DJ. A DJ. I’m upset over a DJ.” your eyes once again finding the driver who was desperately trying to pull to the curb.

He cleared his throat, “I hope you have a good rest of your night.”

“I will-“ you stated triumphantly, looking down at the driver’s name on your phone screen, “Jihun. You too!” You slapped a hand against his shoulder as you slid towards the door closest to the pavement.

The chill of the night hit your heated skin immediately, a pout forming on your lips as you took in the length of the line outside. Hongjoong always had an annoying habit of drawing a crowd, but this was the first time you wouldn’t be with him to skip it. “I wonder who else has slept with him here.” You thought bitterly too yourself, hating this viciousness that now burned inside you.

As you made your way to trail down the line of the door, a voice called your name. You spun back, eyes wide as a familiar figure ran up to you.

“I was wondering where you were!” Your mutual friend, Seonghwa, wrapped you in his arms, pulling your body tightly into his chest. “Joong’s about to start, you got here just in time!” he cheered, his hand sliding to wrap around your wrist as he drug you towards the front door. “Why didn’t you just come with us?” he shook his head with a laugh.

You were thankful that your presence was welcomed by someone. It seemed Hongjoong hadn’t informed Seonghwa you purposely weren’t invited.

“If he’s about to start, why were you outside?” you laughed, trying to keep in time with his steps despite your heels. Typically Seonghwa would keep a watchful eye on his best friend while he set up, ready to be a helping hand if need be. He glanced down at you with an eye roll, “I needed to get away from her.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you knew exactly who he was talking about but you hoped you were wrong. “Oh? Who’s ‘her’?” you played dumb as the two of you made it into the building. He stopped abruptly, using his free hand to extend towards the stage. His finger pointed violently in its direction with his eyebrows raised in annoyance.

“Her.” he hissed. Your eyes locking on the woman sitting on the edge of the DJ table, her attention fully focused on the man in front of her. “That is a safety hazard.” you groaned, watching as she leaned her body towards him and covered half of his set up he was currently using.

You knew that Hongjoong hated anything that interrupted him from being his best, whether it be a faulty sound system, a mislabeled track, ..or a woman with her tits entirely too close to the equalizers.

The first two were confirmed but you were guessing on the third. And yet, he didn’t swipe her away. He didn’t push her off the stage. (Which would have been your favorite option) He didn’t do anything, just continued to bop along with his headphones as if she belonged there by his side.

Like he wanted people to see her with him so close and personal. Like it was her home.

What made it worse was how good Hongjoong had looked. His hair was styled back, sunglasses adorning his eyes. He typically wore all black for his sets, but this version of his fit was diabolical. His button up was open at the top and tucked into wide legged dress pants, A cropped leather jacket sitting over the whole thing. You always thought he looked handsome, but right now he looked effortlessly cool. And he looked that way with her beside him.

“You okay, pretty?” Seonghwa placed a hand on your shoulder, grounding you back into your own body. Your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. You had never been the best at disguising your emotions. If you were sad, you looked sad. If you were mad, it was noticeable and right now it was very very noticeable.

You took a moment to collect yourself, to push out the idea of storming the stage and dragging the two off by their hair. Your sudden possessiveness could not be at the cost of everyone else’s good night (as much as you’d like it to be).

Turning back, you mustered your best smile to the tall man beside you. “Would you like to dance with me?” you beamed, taking a step closer to him.

His eyes widened before darting back to look at his best friend on stage, “I mean- I would- but Joong-”

You waved your hand to dismiss him, “It doesn’t matter what he thinks, besides, he seems preoccupied.”

He tsk’d down at you bringing a hand to rest at the back of your head, “You know I’d love to but I don’t think he would like that very much.” Your lips formed a pout, you knew you could trust Seonghwa with your feelings but it didn’t make saying them outloud any easier.

“We were supposed to hang out tonight but he canceled at the last minute, he didn’t even say he was performing here. I found out through Instagram.” You hastily admitted, blinking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyebrows knitted, the ends of his lips moving downwards, “He didn’t tell you?”

You shook your head slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed at the confession.

“Is that why you’re wearing that?” he ticked his head down to your outfit, his eyes lingering slightly longer than he needed to. You nodded.

He let out a deep sigh, taking his free hand and opening his palm. You smiled, slapping your hand into his as he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled you closer. His head leaned down so his lips grazed your ear, “Who am I to deny a beautiful girl?”

Seonghwa and you had a very healthy relationship. He was typically one of the only guys that was able to infiltrate girls night. He was soft and caring, he always listened to everyone’s grievances and never made you feel like a burden by relying on him. He just wanted everyone to feel safe and happy at all times. He was the best version of a friend, he was a rock and also a shoulder to cry on. He also loved getting under Hongjoong’s skin. The two did it to each other constantly, so he was the perfect person to run into tonight.

He made sure to weave you carefully through the crowd to the dance floor, pushing you gently to a spot halfway in the mess and to the side of Hongjoong’s set up. It was close enough for him to notice but not directly in his face. You worried you were too buried. That your shorter frame would be lost between bodies.

“Don’t worry, he has a habit of finding you in a crowd.” Seonghwa spoke as if he could read your mind. You turned to face him with furrowed brows. You really needed to work on your poker face. “He’s complained about it before.” he laughed, leaning close so that you could hear him over the thumping bass blasting throughout the room.

“Has he?” you asked, spinning back to face him while also leaning back into Seonghwa’s frame. His hands instantly ghosting over your sides, his fingers tracing your forearms as he began to sway. He hummed, “That’s why you’re always out of sight during his sets.” He pulled you into him but the hips with a laugh, “You’re a distraction.”

“I’m sure.” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you moved against him. The two of you in sync as the music caught your attention. The song switched over to the next track, it was subtle, no one else had seemed to notice but you had heard enough sets from him to catch that he had missed a transition. The delay was only a second or two, but you had clocked it.

You looked at him, it was hard to determine exactly where he was looking with the sunglasses over his eyes. He didn’t seem to be facing your direction, but he wasn’t dancing like he typically would. Seonghwa spun you around, lifting your arms to wrap around his neck as he loomed over you. “Still think I’m lying?” he smirked, and you knew he had caught the slip up as well.

“There’s plenty of distraction on stage.” you brushed him off, linking your fingers together at the back of his neck.

Another missed beat.

Seonghwa looked down at you smugly. You moved your hand to point at him, “Do not look at me like that.”

He placed his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth directly next to your ear, “Watch this.” He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought it back to rest around his neck before returning his hand to your waist. Softly blowing on the sensitive skin just under your jaw, causing you to giggle. “Stop it.” you warn with a smile. From the outside it looks like he was doing more than just breathing against you.

The song skipped.

Both of you directed your attention to the stage, Hongjoong’s head dipping down as his hands moved fast to keep in time with the song. You took notice of the skin stretching against his locked jaw, his chest rising and falling in fast succession.

“Okay, we’ve played enough.” Seonghwa sighed, lifting your hand to spin you before pulling you back into his chest. “Let’s just dance.”

You laughed as he flung you around, spinning you away from him and dipping you despite whatever song was playing. The two of you just enjoyed the moment, so much that you almost forgot why you were mad in the first place.

The rest of the set went on without a flaw, the next DJ coming to swap out with Hongjoong as he took what belonged to him from the table.

“Shouldn’t you help?” you asked as the two of you made your way off the dance floor. Seonghwa hummed, moving you in front of him to lead you towards the bar, “Nah, I don’t really like him that much.”

You laughed, knowing it was a joke. The two of them were practically brothers.

You pushed yourself up onto one of the bar stools, the tall man doing the same beside you. “So,” he sighed, his elbows resting against the wood of the bar as his fingers linked together, “You want to talk about what exactly is going on in that mind of yours?”

“Nope.” you smiled, turning to face him.

He nodded, “Okay, well when you do, you know where to find me.”

He called over the bartender and ordered you both a drink. Your leg jumped anxiously, Hongjoong had cleared the stage but he was still nowhere to be found. And neither was his ex. Your brain was filled with images of all the things they two could be doing in their absence. All the things he had done to you after a show. Things he could now be doing to her at this very moment.

A large hand clamped around your knee, stilling its movement. You mumbled an apology to the man in front of you, who looked down at you with concern. He scanned your jittery frame, watching as you picked at the skin of your lips with your eyes going over the entire perimeter of the club.

“Oh my God.” he gasped, causing you to knit your brows. You looked at him as his hand covered his mouth. “Oh my God.” he repeated through his fingers, his face twisted in amusement. “You came here, looking damn near edible, after Joong canceled your plans..” he started piecing things together, “You keep bringing up his ex, you keep looking around even though the most beautiful man is currently at your side.” he counted on his fingers before pointing one over at you with a smile, “You’re jealous.”

Your eyes widened, “Not uh.”

Not your best argument.

He cackled, slapping his palm against his thigh. “Oh my God, you have no idea how funny this is.”

“It’s not funny at all, Hwa.” you whined, practically kicking your feet as you watched him giggle to himself. He steadied his breathing with a loud outburst of air, “To you, no. If you knew what I knew, it would be hilarious.”

You squinted at him, “What do you know?”

He booped the tip of your nose with his finger, “I’m not telling.”

You couldn’t help the huff that came from you, your lips frowning as you pouted like a child. Arms crossed and slumped over.

You thought about what Seonghwa could find so funny. What exactly was bringing him so much amusement. Was it that he knew Hongjoong wasn’t interested? Was it one of those times where he felt so bad for you that all he could do was laugh? He wasn’t a vindictive person, so the idea wasn’t convincing but it was all your brain could latch on.

He spun on his seat back and forth at your side with a grin, a small giggle slipping out every now and then as you held your head in your hands.

“Excuse me, miss.” a voice came from behind you. You knew it wasn’t someone trying to pick you up, and if they had seen you in your current state and wanted to.. it wasn’t someone you’d be interested in anyway.

You looked at Seonghwa before facing the man. He looked like a bouncer. “I didn’t even do anything?” you panicked up at him. You had your fair share of experiences with getting kicked out, and this was typically how it would start. Hongjoong wouldn’t have you kicked out though. Would he?

You did show up to a show he didn’t tell you about. What if you scared him?

“You’re wanted backstage.” The man spoke again, his voice deep and firm.

Seonghwa looked at you before pointing to himself, “And me?”

“No, I was told you specifically could not come backstage.” the bouncer stated, his face flat as Seonghwa looked at him in shock. “That bitch.” he hissed to himself before looking at you with a sneaky grin, “Well, have fun.”

The large buff man led you from the bar, his arm hovering around your back to block out people from the crowd. People were turning to stare, whispering to one another as you passed by. It was not helping your nerves.

As you approached the hallway towards the back you noticed the same woman that sat perched on Hongjoong’s stage. She was surrounded by friends and glaring at you with hatred oozing from her eyes. You kept your gaze on her as you passed by, not backing down from whatever issue she had going on. As you passed you heard her muttering under her breath, but before you could ask what her problem was you were gently pushed into a backroom.

You spun back, the bouncer sending you a quick forced smile before shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doing here?” you heard a very familiar, and very angry voice. You turned as slowly as possible towards it, as if by not moving quickly he would not be able to see you at all.

Hongjoong’s eyes were dark, his hair no longer styled back but sticking in every direction as if he had been frantically gripping it. He sat with his legs spread on the couch situated on the other side of the room, his elbows resting on top of his thighs. He leaned forward to tilt his head at you, urging you to respond. You pointed back to the door, “A big man brought me here.”

“Why are you at this club?” he clarified through his teeth, his jaw tight. His stare was intimidating and you didn’t know how to respond. You had come in so impulsively that you didn’t consider a backstory that wasn’t ‘I was mad at you’.

He stood to remove his jacket before throwing it onto the couch. When he faced you, he unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up in time with each step he took to your body. “Why are you at this club wearing that?” he asked, his tone light almost singsongy despite the stern look on his face. His eyes looked you over and stayed on your outfit, his head leaning to the side before making eye contact. “Answer me.” he firmed as he made it to you.

You looked up at him, “Why should I?”

He raised his eyebrows, his mouth opening in shocked amusement. “You’re mad at me?” he couldn’t help the smile that slid onto his face. You had seen this look many times, it was the same one he gave you whenever he deemed you were being a brat. “You come here, dressed like that, grind on my best friend during my set and you’re mad at me?” he took a step forward, causing you to take one back. You back hitting the door behind you as you kept your eyes locked on his.

“I’m surprised you even noticed, it seems like you had a night planned for yourself.” You fought back and you couldn’t stop from sounding bitter if you tried. Your eyes fell as you pouted angrily. He breathed out a laugh, “Tell me, what was I planning to do?”

The fact that he found this situation so funny was only making you angrier, like he didn’t take you seriously. “You canceled our plans, you dressed like-“ you flailed your arms at his outfit as best as you could, “that, all to impress your ex girlfriend.”

“I did?” he asked in fake shock. Your eyes involuntarily rolled before you could stop them, your patience thin. It was a habit you couldn’t help and something that he warned you about doing to him many times. His smile dropped, “Careful.”

“Or what?”

Before you could blink he had your throat in his palm, his fingers pressed into the side of it. There was no force, it was just a warning as he closed the gap between the two of you, his chest against yours. “You know-“ he started, looking up towards the ceiling, “Normally I love that smart little mouth of yours, but after seeing you dancing like a slut with my best friend?” His eyes found yours again, his pupils blown as his grip tightened just enough to make you gasp. “I’m not in the best mood, so let’s try that again.” He spoke through his teeth. He moved to be level with your face, “Why are you here?”

“Maybe I just wanted to dance like a slut with your best friend.” you responded in a broken voice, trying to be as clear as you could in his hold. He took in a sharp breath, his eyes shutting. “You canceled on me to do your little show with your little girlfriend. I had to watch her sit like a fucking trophy by your side and you have the nerve to act like you give a shit about what I was doing?” you push up on your toes to get in his face. His fingers loosened with every word, helping you gain your voice back.

His eyes opened and you felt yourself shuttered, you had made him mad before but this version of it was intimidating.

And you did not get intimidated easily.

There was a darkness behind it that you had never seen, like he was given a key to unlock a new version of himself. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he pulled it between his teeth, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He let out a laugh that surprised you and himself, his head shaking as he pulled away from you the tiniest bit to stare down at the floor. His shoulders shook as he silently chuckled to himself, “Are you jealous right now?”

Your mouth opened and closed, trying to think of a single argument against what he said despite being incredibly aware that you were. “Don’t flatter yourself. You forget who you’re talking to.”

“So do you.” he looked back at you with a smile. There was nothing warm or comforting about it, it was sinister and unhinged.

“You’re telling me, for months-“ he approached you again, his hands shakily moving to grip your waist. His fingers pressed in hard enough to leave bruises, “I’ve been trying to see if I could make you jealous. Hooking up with people at events we were both at. Making sure I was in places where you could catch us.” One hand moved to wrap around your throat again, not to choke you, but to keep you standing as his other hand slid to where your dress sat on your thighs. His fingers lifted the fabric, just trailing along the edge of it, “And all I had to do was ignore my ex in front of you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to process his words as well as his touch, already feeling overwhelmed at the juxtaposition between his tone and his gentleness.

“You had so much to say a second ago, where’d that go?” he hummed mockingly, his nose trailing from your shoulder to your jaw.

You took in a shaky breath, opening your eyes to glare at him, “Fuck. You.”

He laughed, his mouth opened to bite the skin just under your jaw before pulling it between his teeth. A whine leaving your lips as he soothed it over with his tongue. “Fuck me?” he mimicked your voice, the hand holding your dress moving to cup your heat. His palm was met with slick material, causing him to groan. “Yeah, it feels like you want to.” he grinned against your skin, causing you to huff in annoyance.

Despite your anger, your body betrayed you. You were thankful for the hold on your neck or else your knees would’ve probably given out.

His finger pushed aside the fabric, tracing you lightly. The lack of force only made you more frustrated. “She’s just outside, you want her to hear how good I make you feel?” his voice was high, almost mocking, like he was talking to a child. Your mind was torn between wanting to push him away out of spite and wanting him to use you in any way he pleased. Your bottom lip jutting as a whine slipped from you in a mixture of frustration and want.

He hummed, his fingers leaving your underwear, “No, you don’t deserve that today.” He drug his hand up to your face, placing his index and middle finger against your bottom lip, “Open.”

You shook your head, not because you didn’t want to but because it was more fun to see what he’d do if you didn’t listen.

He raised his brows, “No?”

You swallowed, attempting to soothe the dryness of your throat. “You want me to stop? You’re a big girl, you know the safe word.” he opened his mouth nonchalantly sucking your juices off his fingers with a hum. You whimpered at the sight causing him to nod, “I see, you’re just being a fucking brat.”

The name made your thighs clench, your knees growing weak. It always did, especially when he said it in that condescending tone. He knew that.

“You want to be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” he sighed as he released your throat, moving his hand to grip at your wrist. You could barely keep up with this strides to the couch, panic and excitement building in your stomach as he sat down. His hand pulled you to his side before pulling you forward to fall across his lap.

This had happened enough times (you were very rarily not testing his patience) that you knew exactly how to situate across his thighs to not hurt your ribs.

He exhaled, “Eight men looked at you while I was on stage.” His palm landed softly against the fabric across your ass, squeezing your cheek before rubbing circles over the area. “Eight men were drooling over you acting like a slut wearing my dress.” he hissed, sliding the dress up to reveal the black lace underwear beneath it. A groan involuntarily falling from his lips, he loved whenever you wore dark lingerie.

“Stand up.” he demanded, catching you off guard. He waited for a beat to see if you’d listen. Once he realized you hadn’t moved he removed his hands from you, “Now.”

You scrambled to your feet, not knowing what to do next. He stood up, facing you and his eyes raked down your body. His hands came to clutch at your neckline, “This dress is ruined now that someone else’s hands have been on it.” You didn’t even have time to react before he ripped the flimsy fabric down the center, dropping it as it pooled at your ankles.

“Hongjoong!” you yelled, looking down to what was left of your outfit. When you glared back at him, his eyes were anywhere but your face. His lip pulled between his teeth as he flopped back onto the couch. He took in your shocked expression waving you off, “I’ll buy you a new one, come here.”

His hand reached for you, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He practically growled, his hands running on either side of your body before hooking his fingers into the band of your underwear. He inhaled, and you watched his face twist into a back and forth of anger and want.

You were begging for him to do something, feeling vulnerable being the only one underdressed in the room. He mocked your pout, “Is my little brat getting impatient?”

You glared at him, not wanting to admit he was right. He leaned up to grab your chin, pulling you down to line with his face, “Good. Get on my lap.”

He did not have to ask twice, you were feeling desperate at this point. For him to keep his hands on you for more than just a second, to help take care of the growing need between your legs. Anything.

He let out a dry laugh at your eagerness but didn’t bring any more attention to it. You knew as much as you were getting antsy, he was as well. You could feel just how much this all was affecting him against your lower stomach.

“Remind me again, how many men looked at you during my set?” he breathed out, his hand massaging your upper thigh as he awaited your answer. You licked your lips, attempting to give some relief to your dry mouth and throat, “Eight.”

“Look at that! You can listen.” he faked enthusiasm. Your eyes rolled in response, catching it immediately after and being thankful that it didn’t seem like he had noticed.

You would’ve known if he had.

“Now, I’d assume you remember the rules. Right?” His hand drifted to slide up to your left cheek, fingers digging in to massage the area as your eyes shut. You nodded. “If I have to remind you of verbal confirmation one more time, you can take care of yourself tonight.” he stated firmly and you knew he had meant it. It wouldn’t have been the first time he denied you of progressing.

“Yes.”

“What are they?” he asked flatly, as if he was growing bored of the entire situation.

“Count and thank you after every one.” you shakily explained earning a hum of approval. “And if it’s too much?” he questioned, his fingers moving between your legs and faintly tracing your panties over your folds causing you to whine. “I use the safe word.” You had to stop yourself from chasing his hand because you knew that would also end the night. Especially with him in this mood.

He laughed softly, “You’re doing so good for me. Who knows, you might get a treat tonight after all.”

You whimpered, nodding without caring how desperate you looked. You needed him to hurry at this point.

Before you could respond back, his hand came down hard against your ass. Typically he would gradually grow in force, but it seemed like you had really pissed him off tonight. Your eyes shut, your body jolting as you bit down on your lip. He cleared his throat expectantly. You took a deep breath, “One. Thank you.”

He smiled, rubbing the area before lifting his hand again.

You waited, knowing that this was already going to be an issue for you to sit later if this was how he was starting off.

Another hard slap.

Tears already built at the brim of your eyes as you kept them clamped shut, “Two. Thank you.”

“Eyes open, I want to see those pretty eyes cry.” he spoke through his teeth, he sounded as frustrated as you felt. You quickly opened them without a second thought. He leaned over, using his free hand to tilt your chin towards him.

Your face was flushed, the tears that threatened to spill poured over and took your mascara along with it down the sides of your face. He smiled at you, leaning down to place his lips against your forehead, “My beautiful girl.”

The tone change caused a sob to fall from your lips, your heart skipping at the name.

You saw his eyes shift, growing darker before he released you to lean back against the couch, “It’s a shame you have to be such a problem, we could’ve had a nice night tonight if you had just shown up and behaved.”

You frowned, wanting nothing more than to get to the best part. To have him. He sighed, “But that’s why you do this, isn’t it? You make me crazy because you know you’ll get punished for it. You love to be a brat.”

Your bottom lip was caught in your teeth, he wasn’t wrong. That’s why the two of you worked so well, you liked to piss him off and he liked reminding you who was in control. The brat and the brat tamer. The only man who was able to keep you in check and the only woman who was able to get under his skin.

Without warning, his hand came down again. Hitting the same spot as before and making you see stars, the sting worse than any other time he had spanked you before. You let out a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper, “Three. Thank you.”

“Thank you, who?” he cooed, massaging again and soothing some of the burn. “Thank you, Captain.” you corrected yourself as your head fell forward. You could feel him twitch against your stomach, the ache between your legs only growing with the knowledge that just saying his nickname could cause such a reaction from him.

Hearing the name only fueled him, breaking whatever restraint he was barely using up until this moment before finishing off the remaining five blows. Each slap was harder than the last, which you didn’t think was physically possible. You were sobbing, your legs were shaking, and he was having the time of his life. Laughing at every tear that fell to the floor.

He gave you some time to collect yourself, sniffling and swatting at the liquid on your face as he pawed at your inflamed skin. You brought your hands back to his thigh, gripping as best you could to push yourself up. Thinking of how exactly you would be able to sit comfortably for the next few days.

He froze, his hands stilling against you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You looked at him quizzically, unable to find your voice as his hand slid to push your chest back down. He faked a gasp, “You didn’t think you were done, did you?”

He tsk’d, shaking his head as his hand moved back to your right cheek. “No, no, no, you misunderstood. It’s eight on both sides, not eight in total.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, opening your mouth to protest before he silenced you with a glare. “After the shit you’ve pulled tonight you’re lucky I didn’t add an extra eight.” He furrowed his brows at you. You knew you couldn’t fight back on it, nor did you really want to.

His hand cupped the side of your face, he moved his thumb to wipe away your tears, “You’ve been so good, let's not start acting up now.”

You nodded, slowly and carefully repositioning yourself across his lap.

“Did you like having Seonghwa’s hands grabbing at you tonight? Having his lips on your neck?” he asked, catching you off guard before his hand smacked down against you. A yelp falling from your lips. “Answer me.” he demanded, lifting his hand again.

“No.” you responded with what you knew he wanted to hear.

“Were you trying to get a rise out of me, or did you just want to be a slut?”

His hand came down again, not having soothed the area, causing you to cry out. “I wanted to make you mad.” you answered honestly. He rewarded that with massaging fingers against your skin, humming in approval. “You just wanted my attention? Is that what it was?” His voice was light, a teasing tone behind it. The same one that always made your breath hitch and your core throb.

“Yes.”

“Well, you have it now.”

Slap.

“You’re not going to let another man touch you like you did tonight. You understand me?”

Slap.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Slap.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you.”

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Who gets to make you look this pathetic.”

Slap.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you.”

“You’re mine. You understand?”

Slap.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you.”

“Remind me again, what number are we on?” he taunted, taking a break to your relief. His hand squeezing and kneeling your right cheek as you steadied your breathing. “Seven. Thank you, Captain.”

He smirked, “Good girl. Almost done then.”

His hand came down a final time, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. Your body feeling broken as you realized he was nowhere near done with you. He was just getting started.

“Eight. Thank you, Captain.” Your body deflated as you let out a breath you weren’t aware you were even holding.

“Don’t tell me I wrecked you already?” he moved his free hand to stroke the back of your hair as you hung nearly boneless across his thighs. His other hand moved from your ass to between your legs, his fingers swirling to collect the mess you had made under the black fabric. He groaned, trailing two fingers to slide against you. Your chest heaving against him at the sensation.

He removed his hand, “Get up.”

You did your best to stand on your wobbling legs, your knees nearly giving out as you pushed yourself upright. He held his two soaked fingers up, using the other hand to point at the spot on the floor in front of him.

Shakily, you crouched down until your knees dug into the synthetic fibers of the rug. You attempted to recline back to sit against your heels, your body screaming the second your ass had touched your calves.

He leaned forward, a satisfied smirk on his face as he placed his hand in front of your face. “You’re gonna’ do what you're told this time, aren’t you?” he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face. He pressed his fingers on your bottom lip, “Open.”

You did without hesitation, allowing him to slide them against your tongue. “Clean your filth off of me.” he stated before pushing his fingers further. You closed your lips around them, sucking them as you stared up at him through your lashes. You hallowed your cheeks, your tongue wrapping around them as you sucked him further into your mouth.

He leaned forward, grabbing your neck and pulling you towards him. His fingers sliding towards the back of your throat causing you to gag. He laughed, holding you there as your eyes began to water. You let him, not daring to move despite the burning sensation.

“Good girl.” he praised, releasing his hold and removing his fingers.

He rested into the back of the couch, “I’ve done so much for you tonight and what have you done for me?”

His question was rhetorical, his hand moving to undo the belt around his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them open before looking at you expectantly.

You sat up to grab at the zipper, undoing it before hooking your fingers into the waistline of his pants and sliding them down to his ankles. He grabbed his underwear, shoving them off and kicking the clothing from his ankles. His erection slapping against his stomach, leaking and pink. You knew he was getting impatient, he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer from giving you exactly what you wanted.

He pulled you closer, bundling your hair into his palm before holding it up and away from your face. You licked your lips, mouth nearly watering at the sight of him.

“Don’t just look at it, suck it.” he gritted.

You did not need to be told twice. You leaned down, your tongue trailing against the underside of his dick. You started at the base, licking up the length of him as he took in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes shut as his head fell back. You reached the top and opened your mouth to take him in, getting halfway down before needing to collect yourself.

The thing about Hongjoong was that his confidence wasn’t unwarranted. Any man with what he had in his pants would be arrogant beyond belief. Not only was he long, but he was thick. It always took you some time to adjust to his size.

He exhaled sharply, “Is that big mouth of yours only good for pissing me off?”

You took a breath through your nose before pushing yourself down further, taking him into the back of your throat. His mouth fell open, his hand that held your hair keeping you against him for a moment before letting you bring yourself back up. You repeated this. Your nose would touch his pelvic bone and he’d keep you still, letting out small whimpers before releasing his hold.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispered, looking down to take in your state between his legs, “So fucking good, baby.”

The pet name made you moan, your throat vibrating around him as he groaned. His hand sets a pace to thrust into your mouth, pushing your head to meet his hips.

“What? You like that?” he spoke in a broken voice between thrusts. You moaned in agreement, causing him to shutter at the sensation of your throat.

He balled your hair in his fist as he pulled you off of him completely. Saliva dripped down your chin and you looked at him with pleading eyes. He moved his hands to grab your shoulders, lifting you from the floor and pulling you to straddle his lap. His dick pressed against your dripping untouched folds.

He pushed your underwear to the side. His hands unclasping your bra and pulling it off before they found your waist, pressing into it with bruising force as he looked up at you above him. He slid you forward, his tip just grazing your clit as your jaw fell slack. “Look at me.” he sterned, halting all movements until your eyes found him.

“Tell me, do you when I call you baby?” he asked again, pushing you back painstakingly slowly before pulling you up against him. You nodded, “I do.”

He hummed, pushing you back again and pulling you forward. His tip hits your bundle of nerves every time causing you to bite down on your lip. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he teased, smirking as he moved his lips to kiss against your chest. “Yes.” you gasped as he turned his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before biting down lightly. He moved back, “Say it.”

He kissed up your throat, a hand replacing where his mouth had been as his lips made their way to your face. “Tell me you’re mine.” he spoke softly against your neck, the hand on your waist lifting you from his lap before moving to line himself with your dripping cunt.

You looked at his face, this wasn’t the Hongjoong you were used to. This was vulnerable. It wasn’t just being possessive, it was almost desperate. His eyes scanned you nervously, all dominance he had slowly slipping from him with every second you prolonged your answer. This wasn’t coming from a man you were just messing around with, this was coming from his heart.

You realized after seeing him alongside someone else, regardless of the situation, you never wanted to feel that again. He couldn’t be with anyone else. Your heart sinks just at the idea alone.

“I’m yours.”

A smile broke across this face, his hand sliding up your chest to grip the back of your neck. He crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clashing, heavy breathing, almost as if you were trying to swallow each other whole. Like this level of closeness wasn’t close enough.

His hand on your waist pushed you down onto him. Even with how wet you were, it was still a stretch. It always was. Your hips met his own as he broke the kiss to press his forehead to yours, eyes shut as he regulated his breathing. Your walls squeezing against him as if they were trying to memorize every vein.

“You’re always so tight for me.” he breathed out, lifting his head to catch your open lips.

Your chest heaved, your heart racing as you kissed him back. Your hands found his shoulders. Kicking off your heels and pulling your thighs to your chest. You planted your feet onto the couch beside his thighs. He laughed, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, “You ready?”

“Please.”

His eyes rolled, “Beg me again. Use my name.”

“Hongjoong, please.” you complied. His eyes met yours, pupils so blown they were nearly completely black. He lifted you and slammed you back down against him and you nearly screamed at the feeling. He was so deep inside of you you could feel it in your stomach.

He picked up his pace, your mind blanking as your jaw hung open. You tried to match his pace, your brain growing fuzzy with every thrust into you. He groaned, “Don’t tap out on me yet, baby. We need to let everyone outside know who you belong to.”

You moaned at the thought. The idea makes you feel slightly exposed but also excited. He hummed, “Fuck. You’re squeezing me so hard, you like that idea? You want everyone to know you’re my little slut?”

His mouth found your neck before sliding back to your chest, sucking lovebites into every inch he could get to while bouncing you against him. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it with a pop before pressing his head against you, “Tell them, baby. Tell them who’s making you feel this good.”

You felt that familiar sensation building in the pit of your stomach, barely able to process what he was even saying with how hard he was pounding into you.

A slap against your ass brought you back, a whimper leaving your lips as he glared up at you. “Tell them.”

You managed to get his name out, not nearly as loud as he wanted you to. Earning another slap, your already burning skin feeling as if it was being torn apart. “Hongjoong, please.” you begged louder, tears building once again. “Please, what baby? Do you even know what you're begging for?” he spoke through gritted teeth, pushing himself through your tightness. You knew he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer.

He brought his hand between the two of you, his thumb pressing circles into your clit as you shuttered. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he moaned at the sting.

He pistoned up harder, with more force than you knew he was capable of. It felt like he was in your throat, nearly splitting you in half. Hitting relentlessly against the spot that made your vision blurry and your mind static. You couldn’t even remember your own name if he asked, all that was in your head was his.

“You’re mine.” he grunted, “Mine.”

You nodded, unable to form words as his thumb worked to tighten the band in your stomach. “Only I get to fuck you this dumb.” his voice broke into a whimper as you felt him twitch inside of you. “This pussy was made for me.” His head fell back, his eyebrows knitted.

Your body was almost useless, just a mess of almost overstimulating pleasure as you let him move you as fast and hard as he wanted. Just holding on and enjoying the ride as you tried to remind yourself to breathe.

“Hongjoong-“ you breathed out, feeling the build up reaching its peak as he nodded. His head fell forward, lips moving to press against yours. “I know, baby, I can feel you.”

His thumb sped up, “Fuck, cum for me like a good girl.”

As if your body was waiting for those words, the band snapped. Your walls locking around him as your vision went white, your head fell into his shoulder as you moaned out his name.

His pace was relentless as he helped you through your orgasm, holding back on his own until you stilled against him. “Fuck, baby, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.” he said as he sped up, chasing his own high while you were clamped around him. “No one else compares to this.” he whined.

Your hands planted against him, lifting your face to watch as he fell apart. You kissed up his neck using the small amount of strength you held onto, biting into his skin before moving to his ear. “Then fill me up, I’m yours.”

He whimpered, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours Hongjoong, only yours.”

He moaned, his hips sputtering as you felt his warm strings of cum coat your insides. The pressure alone made you gasp as you sat completely into his lap, making sure he stayed buried inside of you. His hands blindly gripped at whatever he could find. One wrapping at the back of your neck and the other clutching your hip against him. The burn of it letting you know you would be waking up tomorrow with marks of his fingers.

He pushed into you, bringing you down to kiss your lips. Holding you there until you squeezed him dry. Not wanting to let a single drop of him escape you.

“Mine.” he whispered, kissing you softly.

“Mine.” you smiled, biting his bottom lip.

“Annoyingly yours.” he sighed with a grin, pushing you to rest against his chest. You hummed, your hands smoothing over the crinkled fabric of his shirt. A thought breaking through your after sex hazy brain, “What did you mean when you said you were making sure I’d catch you on purpose?”

He laughed leaning his head to look down at you, “You really want to have a serious conversation while I’m still inside of you?”

“If not now, when?”

He chuckled, tapping your hip as he led you to lay on the couch. He took your legs and pulled them across his lap, his fingers working to massage your calves.

He let out a deep breath, “I- I’ve wanted to see if you had any actual feelings for me. If this was something more than just- this.” He waved a hand over the two of your bodies. “You said you weren’t looking for something serious, and neither was I- At the start.”

Your heart skipped a beat, listening to him intently. “But you.” he gripped your ankle jokingly, his head falling to face his lap. “I’m not good at this.” he sighed, “I don’t do this.”

“Are you trying to tell me you like me?” you ask, eyes wide as you fully processed the situation in front of you. A smile spread on your face as he flushed. You kicked your feet in his lap, your tone teasing, “Ew, Kim Hongjoong do you have feelings for me?”

“Not anymore.” he huffed, leaning back into the couch and crossing his arms over his face in defeat. You pushed yourself up as best as you could, your body weak as you grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled yourself back down with you. He looked at you in shock, catching himself on his hands and hovering over your body. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, “That’s a shame because I think I like you.”

His face twisted between shock and joy, a smile forming then dropping as if he was expecting you to say you were kidding. “You do?” he asked quietly, still gauging your response.

“You think I just let anyone cum inside me?”

“You’re about to go back over my lap.” he stated flatly.

You laughed, moving up to place your lips against his. He hummed, one of his hands coming to lace into your hair as he pulled you closer. Your heart was full, feeling a new type of feeling in your stomach. Something lighter. Fluttering.

You separated yourself, biting your lip, “At least take me home first.”

He smirked, pushing your hair from your eyes and taking a moment to study your face. Almost as if he was trying to remember every detail about this moment.

A loud pounding came from the door, one of the workers calling that they needed to get ready to close for the night. His face suddenly shifted, “Please tell me you drove here.”

“I mean I can but it would be a lie.”

“I gave my keys to the bouncer so Seonghwa could take my stuff home. It’s nice out, we could walk?” he asked, settling into your body, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone lazily. “There’s one teeny problem with that idea.” You respond, combing your fingers through his sweat filled hair. His eyes closed, leaning into your palm.

“You ripped my only clothes in half.”

His eyes shot open, “I’ll order us a car.”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to be half naked in a stranger's car.” you rolled your eyes. His fingers pinched your lips between this thumb and index finger, forcing you to face him as he shot you a warning look. “I’ll let that one go because you just confessed your undying love for me, but don’t push it.” he moved down to place his lips on yours before removing himself completely.

He grabbed his phone to tap the screen before sliding his pants back on. You reached to snatch your bra from the floor and looped your arms back into it. After he zipped himself, his hands moved to his shirt buttons, undoing them before shrugging it off to reveal a black t-shirt. He passed the button up down to you. You wrapped yourself into it, standing as you pulled it down. It fell just low enough to cover your ass.

He groaned, dragging you into him by the wrist, “You’re wearing only my clothing from now on.”

“Your closet is more expensive than mine anyway.” your muscles screamed at you as you pushed onto your toes to kiss him again. You felt him smile into the kiss, his hand combing through the back of your hair. He moved back to exhale, his eyes bright as he looked down at you, “I like you an embarrassing amount.”

“Well thank God you finally got that out, it was getting sad.” you joked. He laughed out a “Brat” before his grip tightened in your hair, slamming his lips back on yours.

His phone chimed and he spoke against your lips, “Car is here.”

He grabbed his jacket and the two of you slipped out of the room, rushing to make it to the front door. You both passed by his ex. You made sure he couldn’t see you before you extended the hand he wasn’t holding to give her the finger with a smile. She went to follow after you but was held back by her friend.

Once you hit the outside he put you in front of him to place you into the waiting car. You hissed as you sat down. When you were situated you took a breath, not being prepared to move so quickly after the events that just occurred.

When you looked up, a smile broke across your face. “JIHUN!” you cheered, the same driver from earlier smiling sheepishly back.

Hongjoong shot you a look that was a mixture of confusion and annoyance, pointing to the mirror, “You know him.”

“We go way back.”

“Is this.. the DJ?” he asked shyly as he shifted the car into drive.

Hongjoong took off his jacket and placed it over your legs, extending a possessive arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, I am.” He practically pulled you into his lap as he continued to glare at the man in the front. You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder. He moved to whisper into your hair, “Don’t worry, I’ll add him to your next spanking.”

And you could tell by Jihun’s red face that he had heard him loud and clear, but that was probably exactly what he wanted

Your awareness was at an all time high.

It felt like your nervous system was teaming up with your body to try to warn you of a potentially dangerous situation. Goosebumps spread across your skin. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach as if something had you in their sights and nothing could take their attention away.

It was what you assumed a small animal in the forest felt before coming face to face with a tiger.

Which wasn't too much of a stretch, exaggeration wise, when it came to being under Hongjoong’s watchful eye.

You had been out for a little over an hour now, your friends had invited you to a celebration of- someone? For- something they had done?

The intent wasn’t explained clearly to you and you weren’t sure there even was a real reason for the party apart from just having a party. You were told to show up at Hongjoong’s place, ready to drink, and ready to have a good night.

And you were prepared to take those rules very seriously.

Drinks had been pushed onto you the second you walked through the door. Your friends’ intoxication levels had let you know that they had been at Hongjoong’s place prior to when you were told to show up. Not that you were on time, but it wasn’t late enough for them to get this wasted.

You hadn’t reached that level yet, not for lack of your friend’s trying, but due to being continuously pulled to the “dancefloor”. The dancefloor being the center of Hongjoong’s living room.

You had managed to get about a drink and a half in you in the moments you were able to sneak away from your friend Seonghwa. Who had been “forcing” you to be his dancing partner, since he had managed to tire everyone else out.

It was after the second time he had caught you drifting towards the kitchen that you noticed Hongjoong. You had wondered where he was when you arrived, but due to the constant pulling of your friends you hadn’t had a chance to find him. Typically, he would’ve sought you out the second you arrived but you didn’t blame him for keeping his distance from the drunken group that had clung to you.

As Seonghwa wrapped his fingers around your wrist and drugged you into the scattered bodies between the couches, you felt a disturbance.

That disturbance was Hongjoong.

He was sitting in a far off corner of his living room, the people around him aimlessly talking at him while his attention was on you. His elbows rested on the tops of his thighs, his fingers laced together as his head tilted off to the side, his eyebrow knitted in what you assumed was confusion.

Since that moment, you didn’t have a second where it felt like he had looked away. You would glance over occasionally, thinking the feeling was just in your head, but you were always proven wrong. His eyes stayed glued on you.

You tried to signal for him to join, but he just shook his head, the movement small and slow.

The people around him continued to laugh and talk and he would respond to them, but his gaze never left you.

It would’ve been unsettling if he was anyone else.

Hongjoong and you had been close since you met, the two of you had a chemistry that should be studied. You challenged each other every time you hung out. You could bounce off his jokes, you could retort any remark he shot out, you would help him when he was stuck creatively, and on occasion you would help relieve each others- tension. Both mentally and physically.

It wasn’t a secret and it had gone on long enough that your friends had stopped questioning why the two of you weren’t in a relationship yet.

You liked the little arrangement you had, but you also never knew when he was in the mood to be friendly and just hang out or in the mood to pin you against the wall.

The pit in your stomach let you know that from how he was looking at you it would be a night that was the latter of the two.

He had no issue with staking claim on you in group settings. He often made it known when the two of you were around others that they didn’t have a shot entertaining you, so you weren’t sure why he hadn’t approached you yet. But you were going to have fun until he inevitably did.

Your friends had phased in and out joining you and Seonghwa on the dancefloor. Your best friend danced with her boyfriend alongside you both, Yunho would twirl and dip her as your partner tried to do the same. However, Seonghwa’s coordination had been lost about two drinks ago as he flung you around carefully. His arms were never not around your back or waist as he manhandled you and called it dancing.

You were giggling, being tossed around as your other friends drunkenly circled around you. You wished that Hongjoong would join you all, but it seemed he was stuck on the couch in the corner.

As the hours passed, your friends had slowly started tiring themselves out the more they drank. San had tried, and failed, to start about four congo lines before passing out on a nearby couch. Yeosang tried to watch over him as Mingi poked, prodded, and took selfies with his unconscious body. He gave it a good effort to swat him away before ultimately deciding it’d be best to lock him in one of the spare bedrooms with the help of Jongho before the two headed out for the night.

Most of the people had left, leaving only the close group of friends behind. Your best friend was in the process of watching her boyfriend attempt to wrangle Mingi into their car, sending you a quick wave before following close behind the two.

And the party host? Still sitting on the damn couch. Even as people approached him for goodbyes, he’d only offer them a hand to pull them into a half hug but his ass never left his seat. You figured his legs must’ve been numb at this point.

“We’ve lost San.” Wooyoung, the man who invited you to all this, grabbed your shoulders to spin you away from Seonghwa in a panic.

You placed a hand on his chest, “Babe, San is still with us. He’s alive and in the spare room.”

The blonde shook his head with a frown, “No, he’s gone.”

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa questioned as he continued to do the sprinkler with concern on his features. Wooyoung involuntarily started bobbing along to match his rhythm, “He’s not in the room.”

Seonghwa’s hand fell to his sides as he took in a sharp inhale, “Aissh- do you think he made a run for it?”

Wooyoung slowly started getting more into the song playing, stepping side to side as he shrugged.

“He might still be in the house.” You looked between the two of them. “I’ll help you look.”

Wooyoung caught you in his hands before dipping you, “I’ve looked everywhere in this house. He’s gone, all we can do is move forward.”

You pushed yourself to stand with a laugh, “If I ever go missing, I want you nowhere in my search party.”

“If you go missing, I’d likely be with you.” he grabbed your wrist to spin you into his chest. His eyes scanned your face with a soft smile as he pushed back the hair that had fallen across your face.

You couldn't argue with that, you and Wooyoung were close and were probably the most likely to go missing if left alone for too long. As your hands pressed against his chest, the music abruptly came to a halt.

The three of you turned to face the couch where Hongjoong still sat, his phone in his hand with a remote app pulled onto the screen. His eyes locked onto your hands, his jaw crooked with his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth sharply.

Seonghwa cleared his throat, his hand slapping against Wooyoung’s back. “San most likely started walking home, you know how much he loves sleeping in his own bed. We can probably catch him down the road before he passes out in a bush somewhere.” The taller of the two spoke with a hesitant voice, his attention still on the host.

Wooyoung nodded with a mumble in agreement, his grip on you ending faster than it started.

“Let me grab my stuff, I’ll come with yo-“

“No. No. I think you have your own situation to deal with.” Seonghwa politely waved you off with a laugh, his eyes ticking over to the corner.

You hesitantly looked at Hongjoong. He placed his phone against the arm on the couch before his fingers twitched to call you over. The look he gave you was enough to make your throat tighten as he leaned back to rest into the cushions.

“You’ve always been my favorite, I’ll miss you.” Wooyoung joked, pulling you into him to place a kiss on your forehead. Hongjoong’s intake of breath is audible with the music off. The blonde sent you a weak smile before being pulled off by Seonghwa towards the front door.

The two shouted goodbyes before shutting you in the house alone with a seemingly irritated man.

You felt your body heat as you stood alone in the center of his living room, the same place you had practically made a home in all night. It felt weird without everyone there, like you were on a stage.

Especially with the attention being solely on you.

“The party was great-“ you tried before he cut you off mid sentence.

“Come here. Now.” he moved his hand to point down against his thigh.

“No one lets me talk around here.” you cursed under your breath but your feet carried you towards him without a second thought. It wasn’t a long stretch to where he sat, and you stood in front of him with a pout. “I don’t know why you’re using that tone with me, I didn’t do anything.” you sulked, not fully understanding why he was so on edge.

You had danced with the guys many times on many occasions and it had never been an issue, but you could tell he had one with it tonight. For some reason.

He exhaled deeply, his tone sharp, “You didn’t drink that much tonight so I assume your eyes work.”

Your eyebrows pushed together in confusion as you nodded, “My eyes are fine. Yours seem to have a staring problem though.”

He ignored your remark as the corners of his lips twitched, almost breaking into a smile but he had enough restraint to hold it back.

“That’s not where I’m pointing, is it?” he asked, his finger having not left their original position.

You scoffed, “If you’re going to be a dick, I prefer to fight standing.”

His jaw locked, the intensity in which he glared was intimidating even in his seated position.

He didn’t say anything more, he didn’t need to.

You knew you didn’t have the ability to stand your ground when it came to him being so dominant. If anything, you were using all your strength to stop yourself from flinging yourself on to him. Your heart skips just at the idea alone.

You tried to refrain from giving in, which lasted about ten seconds before you rolled your eyes and perched yourself on top of his right thigh.

He hummed in approval, his hand moving to sit at the small of your back. “You always look so beautiful.” His thumb slowly traced back and forth into the fabric of your dress, “But you look edible in this.”

“And yet, you haven’t spoken to me all night.” you huffed, feeling your face warm as he stared lazily up at you. His shift in tone catches you off guard. A laugh slipped from his lips, “You knew where to find me.”

You relaxed more into him, your arm coming to lay across the back of the couch pushing your side to rest into his chest. “You’re the host, you should be making rounds to greet others.” you pouted, looking down at him.

He mocked your expression, his bottom lip jutting out, “What? Was everyone’s attention not enough for you? You needed more?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes away from him as his free hand caught your chin. “I let the first one go, don’t push your luck. You’re lucky you're sitting and not across my lap.” he spoke through his teeth.

You knew he hated when you rolled your eyes, which is why you did it. If he was going to be annoying, you would be too. “I didn’t do anything.” you spoke through your smushed lips.

“You did plenty.” he let out a dry laugh, “You showed up in that dress and let our friends grab at you all night.”

You immediately realized what was going on, your hand reaching up to pull his grip from your face. He let you move him with no resistance as your lips spread into a smile.

He tilted his head in response, “What’s so funny?”

“You’re jealous.” you teased.

He scoffed, “You knew what kind of man I was when you met me.”

“Being jealous when strangers hit on me is one thing but you’ve never been jealous of Seonghwa and Wooyoung of all people.” You couldn’t help but laugh, they constantly flirted with you for fun in front of him and it had never been an issue. They weren’t even acting out tonight, if anything, they were tame in comparison to other hangouts.

You waited for him to explain himself but he just continued to glare up at you. His chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as you could see him trying to come up with an excuse in his head.

You laughed again, unable to contain it as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, “It’s Wooyoung and Seonghwa!” The entire situation felt ridiculous to you, you didn’t mean to laugh but you couldn’t help it.

“You find this funny?” he seethed up at you, his expression was angry but his cheeks and ears were flushed. He was clearly embarrassed, but you knew if the roles were reversed he would be doing the exact same to you.

His hand snatched your wrist and pulled it to his lap, using his fingers to flatten it around a very prominent bulge in his pants. Your laughter stopped abruptly as he moved your hand to rub over it, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’ve been dealing with this for hours and you’re laughing?” he gritted through his teeth, his eyes shutting as he released his grip to unbutton his pants before moving to reach for you again.

You let him move your hand to slip into his underwear, your body on autopilot as you began to stroke him in his pants with him guiding you. Your thighs pressed together as you bit your bottom lip. “I haven’t been able to move, watching my friends grab at you in that little dress. Seeing their hands on my girl-” his voice broke, a whimper falling out as you involuntarily squeezed him at the name.

He let out a soft chuckle, his head falling against the back of the couch. “Watching everyone here look at you, scan you over, thinking they had a chance.” he continued in pants as he sped up your pace. His hand on your back slid along to your side, ducking under your arm to grab at your breast and bring you in closer to his chest. “I’ve been so patient.”

He kneaded your skin, moving to slide under the fabric of your bra and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You gasped, letting him puppet you around while you fully gripped around his cock. His precum spreading over it as a lubricant as your breathing picks up to match his without him even fully touching you.

“I wanted to rip this dress in half. I’ve been trying not to kick everyone out or take you over the table while everyone watches.” he grunted, his head tipping over to lean his face towards your shoulder. He opened his mouth to bite into your skin as he whined at your hand closing on him again. “You like that idea? Want the boys to see what a good slut you are?” he grinned into your flesh, removing his hand from your chest to your bare thigh.

His dirty talk always went straight to your cunt, his voice was always so condescending and it made your brain fuzzy. It didn’t matter what he was saying, it was how he said it.

Your teeth dug so hard into your lip you thought you’d draw blood, your eyes shutting as you resisted melting fully into him. “Nothing to say? You like my dick so much that just touching it has that smart mouth of your speechless?” he lifted his head, his tone teasing and light.

His fingers slapped lightly against your clenched legs, the two spreading without a word from him as he smiled at the response. “If you won’t answer, she will for you.”

His arm wrapped around you as he palmed your heat, his hand meeting with the slick material of your underwear as he took in a sharp inhale at the sensation. “This better be from me.” he hissed, his fingers tracing your folds over the garment before quickly pushing it to the side. The pads of his fingertips collecting your slick with a moan, “Tell me who made you this wet.”

He continued to swirl around your entrance. Your hand’s pace didn’t falter once due to his help, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to even focus if it wasn’t for him. You released your lip from between your teeth to breathe out, “You-“

“Who?” he snapped, his fingers stilling.

He had a very strict rule when you two were getting into it, he loved to hear you breathlessly say his name. He hated when you didn’t. Even if you were speaking to him, you were to respond as if you were telling someone else. You knew this, but he had this ability to blank your brain with ease.

You pouted as his hand removed itself from you, “You know, I was going to be nice even after everything tonight but I don’t think you deserve it.”

“No.” you gasped, your eyes shooting open.

There had been many times that your attitude had made him leave you high and dry but you didn’t do anything tonight.

In almost a desperate plea for release, your hand worked harder on him. His body twitching as he laughed, “Fuck-“

His fingertips dug into your skin, gripping against you to ground himself. “I think-“ he started breathlessly, “You need to make it up to me.”

Without another word, he pulled back from you. He nudged your legs, signaling for you to stand. When you did, he lifted himself to remove his pants. He threw them off to the side before spreading out again, his own hand pumping himself as you watched.

You stood to slide the strap from your dress off your shoulder to slip out of it but he tsk’d, stopping you.

“No, keep it on. You let everyone else touch it tonight but I want to be the one to ruin you in it.” he took in a breath as you watched his tip leak into his fist.

You moved between his legs, sinking down to get your head level with his hips. Your hand grasping on the tops of his thighs as your knees dug into the carpet.

He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you looked up at him, the second your eyes met he twitched again. He swore under his breath as his hand picked up speed, “Keep your eyes on me.”

He whimpered, watching as you licked your lips. Your mouth salivating just at the sight of him, like it was preparing itself for what was about to come on instinct.

“Put those pretty lips to good use, yeah?” he said before letting go of himself and stretching his hands along the back of the couch.

You immediately took him into your mouth, his hips lifting in surprise as you sucked him into the back of your throat. “Fuck- Feeling impatient?” he gasped, his hand lacing into the hair at your crown.

You moaned around him as spit dribbled down the sides of his shaft, his mouth hanging open as he started directing your head up and down against him. The tip of your tongue lifted to trace up and down every vein as his hips shuttered up into you.

Moans fell from his lips as they gained higher in pitch with every thrust to meet your mouth, both hands clutched to the back of your head as you did your best to keep yourself from gagging at the speed and force.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his thighs, making him hiss. “Maybe I should call them to come back, let them see how much you love my dick.” he grunted, his pace slowing but not faltering. His hips were meeting your face in the middle, lifting from the cushion in slow deep thrusts.

You swallowed around him, his groan so deep it rumbled straight between your legs. You thought your whimper was barely audible, but he had caught it. A dark laugh came from him as his head fell back, “So desperate just from tasting me.”

You were desperate, but for him to do something. The frustration building in your core only grew with every sound that fell from his mouth. His moans echoing in the empty space of his living room, making it hit your ears in surround sound.

You hollowed your cheeks, setting your own speed in an attempt to make him impatient enough to slam you against the couch and fuck you.

“Shit-“ he let out a shaky breath, “Don’t be greedy.”

His words meant nothing to you at this current moment, you ignored his warning as you continued to pull him to the back of your throat. Your jaw feels fully stretched around him as your nose hits his pelvis. Tears built in the corners of your eyes as you tried to breathe your way through his size and length.

He whimpered, his moan sounding like a broken cry as he mumbled a string of curses. You repeated this, your tongue swirling his tip every time you reached the top before sucking him back in.

His hands moved to grip your shoulders, stilling you.

“Are you that cock drunk you can’t hear what I said?” he hissed, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You did your best to continue despite the hold, licking him as his breath was rapid and strained. You moaned around him, his dick twitching at the sound.

He pulled you to stand, “You want my dick that bad then fuck yourself on it.”

Your heart skipped, excitement building in your stomach as he removed himself to lean back against the couch. His arms returned to the back of the couch as his hips pushed down to plant his feet fully on the floor. The angle of his body making your favorite chair to sit on.

You looked up at you, his eyebrows raised. He glanced to his lap and back at you impatiently, “I know you don’t need any help, I’m sure you're soaked.”

He wasn’t wrong, the fabric of your underwear had uncomfortably stuck to you at this point. He was the only man who could get you this hot and bothered without even touching you. The arrogant and chalant look he was giving you did not help.

You bent to free yourself from your underwear, pushing your hands against his chest as you straddled his lap. Your rugburnt knees stinging as they hit the fabric of the couch with your thighs already feeling weak as you hold yourself above him.

Typically, he’d guide you. His hands would find your hips or back to keep you steady, but he didn’t move. His fingers gripped into the cushions as your slick covered his throbbing dick.

You teased him more, sliding him between your folds as you adjusted yourself to fit onto his lap comfortably.

He bit his bottom lip but kept his eyes on you, “Are you going to do something or should we just wrap it up for the night?”

Your eyes widened, a pleading “no” slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

He smirked, his ego fueled by your need to have him.

Your hand reached down between your bodies to stand him straight, leaning up onto your knees to line him with your neglected entrance. He sighed, as if he was bored. Your attention snapping back to his face as the sound ignited something deep inside of you.

The desire to fuck him dumb out of spite.

You pushed him inside of you while sitting yourself until he bottomed out. His lips hanging opened as your hips met.

His fingers dug so deeply into the couch that you thought they would tear it apart. But he still didn’t touch you.

You lifted yourself slowly, feeling every inch of his girth before slamming back down. Making not only him but you gasp in unison.

You grinded your hips against him in a steady rhythm, making sure to hold his gaze as you did. Moans falling freely from your mouth with every bounce against him.

His dick filled you completely but you felt like you couldn’t get enough.

Your legs parted more, a burning sensation in your muscles as you tried to take more and more of him with every move. Your clit caught against his shaft whenever you pushed down, causing your brain to short circuit.

Your fingernails were digging into the material of his shirt, using it to ground yourself as you rode him harder than you ever had.

“Is that-“ he panted, a cocky grin on his face, “Is that the best you got?”

Your eyebrows raised as he laughed, your body still grinding against him. “You wanted to get me off so badly earlier, you think this will do it?” he challenged, “Maybe you tired yourself out by dancing with everyone and anyone all night.”

His words were stern, but his face was giving away his facade. He looked as if he was having the time of his life, his hands twitching in resistance to grab you.

You moved your feet to squat on top of him, if he wanted you to fuck him. You were going to fuck him. Hell, you were going to fuck him up if he kept up his attitude.

“Maybe I did, or maybe my mind is elsewhere.” you instigated, slowing yourself to make him feel every single inch of himself slipping in and out of you.

Your body squeezes him every time you push down on him completely.

He looked at you without amusement, his jaw locking as he processed your words and the feeling of you wrapped around him simultaneously.

“Yeah?” he amused, his tone agitated, “You’re thinking of someone else?”

Your tongue pulled your bottom lip to between your teeth, your eyes shutting as you shrugged. One of your hands moving from his chest to grab at your own. His angered expression only helped the tightness in your stomach build as you felt him twitch inside of you.

His breathing quickened, not only in pleasure but annoyance.

Your eyes snapped open as his hands found your hips, fingertips pressing roughly into your skin as he stopped your movements. You whined, attempting to move with no avail.

“Tell me who you’re thinking of.” he seethed, keeping your body still as he planted his feet further into the floor. You opened your mouth to tell him it was a joke but was cut off by his hips pistoning up into you. The force knocking the air from your lungs. He held you steady, grunting as he bounced you against him.

“Tell me. Who do you think can fuck you better than this?” he groaned, his dick feeling like it had reached inside of your guts.

The force was almost too much, your mouth hanging open as your vision blurred. “Tell me. Seonghwa? Wooyoung? You think they can fuck you the way you like?” he continued, your arms giving out as you laid into his chest. His thrusts never faltered.

“You think they’ll be able to fuck the brat out of you?” he grunted, your walls squeezing around him at the name. He let out a breathless laugh, his face falling into your shoulder. His teeth digging into the exposed flesh.

You yelped, the feeling flooding between your legs.

He positioned himself to fuck up into you, his tip sliding to graze your g-spot with every thrust.

You swore under your breath, the feeling knotting at the pit of your stomach.

“Come on, say their names.” he taunted, his shit eating grin confirming he could feel it too. “Tell me who you’re thinking about.” his voice breaking into a whimper as you squeezed him again. His hips stuttered at the sensation.

He took in a breath through his gritted teeth, his stamina picking up as he pushed himself through your tightness. He brought a hand to his mouth, licking his finger tips before sliding it between your bodies.

He found your clit, circling it as he pounded into you. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t remember?” he moved his lips back to your neck, biting the sensitive skin and sucking it into his mouth.

You wanted to protest, to tease him more but the only name that ran through your brain was his.

“Hongjoong-“ you gasped, the band in your stomach tightening as he laughed.

“You want to cum?” he cooed.

You could barely lift your head to nod let alone speak.

“You think you deserve to?”

You whined, knowing that you were reaching a point where his permission would mean nothing. He felt too good inside of you. His fingers working magic on your bundle of nerves that made your legs shake.

“Beg me.” he moved his lips to whisper in your ear.

Your mouth responded before your brain could process what he had said, “Hongjoong, please.”

“Tell me- who’s the only one who can fuck you like this?” his voice was strained and you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

“Hongjoong.” you panted, “Only you.”

“Fuck- say it again.” his eyebrows knitted as he pushed into you deeper than you thought was possible.

“Only you, Hongjoong. I only want you.”

His fingers sped, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Keep saying my name as you cum for me.”

You took that as the okay you needed, your orgasm washing over you like a wave. Your mind was blank as you repeated his name like a mantra. Each one that left your lips made me slam into you like a punctuation. As if he was trying to fuck the sound of it into you.

Your over sensitive walls clamping around him as his moans became higher and higher in pitch. His teeth digging into your shoulder to muffle the sounds.

You cried out, the feeling of him becoming too overwhelming.

He detached himself from you as you practically flopped against him, your body feeling drained as he continued to use you like a toy.

“I want you to remember me with every step you take tomorrow. I want you to feel me in your thighs the next time you dance with anyone that isn’t me.” he slammed into you, his hip bones hitting you with a bruising force.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You managed to agree, your head lolling against his body.

“Tell me again.” he groaned, his dick twitching inside of you as he lost all rhythm at the sound of your voice.

You licked your lips, attempting to soothe the dryness from your panting, “Hongjoong, I’m yours.”

The second the sentence ended, he let out a groan before slamming into you one final time. His body stilling as he came so hard the force of it made you cry out.

The two of you laid there, your body melted into his as he tried to catch his breath. The movement only bouncing you off of him with every pant.

He buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses against where his teeth had marked.

“I don’t think I can move.” you managed to get out, his laugh in response making your head bob against him. “I don’t want to move.” he responded, kissing your neck again.

“Yeah, you seem to really like this spot.” you joked, pushing your arms to lift yourself to face him.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown as his eyes scanned over your face. “It’s my favorite now.” he breathed out, his hand pushing back at your hair before wrapping around the back of your neck.

He pulled you forward, his lips finding yours.

The two of you drained, lips forming against each other in weak movements. He kissed you softly, inhaling as he held you against him. The intimacy of it makes your stomach flutter.

Your head felt dizzy as you felt him smile against you.

He hummed, kissing you again, his fingers lacing into your hair.

“God, you feel fucking good.” he laughed softly into your lips, causing you to do the same.

There was silence for a minute, the two of you just coming down from your highs.

His hand wrapped around your jaw, lifting you from your laying position to look at him. His thumb traced alongside your cheek, “I didn’t like seeing their hands all over you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, you hid it really well.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, “Forget it.”

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand against you.

He looked back at you, his eyes warm as they scanned over your face.

“I spent the whole night wishing you were with us.” you admitted, turning your head to hide your face into his palm. Kissing it lightly.

“You did?” he smiled, his voice soft. As if he was nervous you’d take it back. Like you were saying it just to make him feel better.

You bit the heel of his palm, a yelp leaving him as he grinned.

“Yeah, but someone just had to get a hard on.” you rolled your eyes.

His fingers grasped your chin lightly, forcing you to look at him.

You waited for him to scold you but instead he brought your lips to his. He let out a contented sigh as he pulled back, “You really want to press your luck right now?”

He pushed his hips up, still inside of you as your thighs screamed in response. The soreness in your muscles burning hot, “Hongjoong, please.”

He groaned, “Begging me is the last thing you should do.”

You moved to push yourself off of him but he locked his arms at the small of your back to keep you still. “Moving makes it worse.” he joked, laughing as he pulled you into his chest.

You couldn’t stop your giggles if you tried, “I can’t do shit in this house.”

“You can do me.”

“Hongjoong.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Stay tonight?”

“You physically won’t let me move.”

He scoffed looking down at you, “You couldn’t use your legs right now if you tried.”

You squinted at him before nodding, “You make a solid argument. I’ll stay.”

He laughed in response reaching to grab a blanket from the side of the couch before throwing over the two of you. “We can move to the bedroom in a minute, I just- want to stay like this a little longer.” he confessed, idly drawing shapes into your back as you shut your eyes. Your head against his chest.

His heart was racing. You knew it was probably due to your previous activities but a small part hoped it was from just being with you.

Your heart did the same whenever you were with him, but you’d never admit it. At least not sober. Or unless he had admitted it first.

“Where is everyone?” you heard a voice speak, your eyes shooting open as you flipped your head to face the stairs.

A muscular man stood at the bottom of them, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

“San, what are you doing here?” Hongjoong laughed in shock, his expression matching yours.

He opened an eye to him, pointing a thumb behind him, “You guys put me to bed.”

“Wooyoung said you weren’t in there.” You shook your head with a smile.

San scratched the back of his neck with an embarrassed chuckle, “I fell off the bed. I was on the floor.”

You nodded, it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t think to actually look in the room.

San scanned you both over with a small smile, his eyes shutting in contentment. “You guys look comfy. Mind if I join?” he started to move forward before you both protested at the same time. Shouting rejections as you processed exactly what was happening under the blanket.

It wouldn’t be the first time one of the guys had caught you two in a compromising position, but it was an instance where you could stop them from seeing anything that might traumatize them.

San stopped abruptly, pouting as his shoulders fell. “I’m going back to bed.” he stated in a defeated tone, spinning on his heel back towards the stairs.

“Go home!” Hongjoong shouted after him as he was already in the process of ascending to the spare rooms. San waved him off as he disappeared from sight.

The two of you sat there, your laughter slowing to contented silence.

You stacked your hands on top of one another at the center of Hongjoong’s chest, your chin resting on the both as you looked up at him.

He glanced at you, "It'd be wrong to go again, right? Now that we know he’s here.”

“It is your house.” you tempted, smirking at him as he gripped you tighter.

His eyes went wide but you felt his dick move in response, “I was fucking joking.”

You boo’d him loudly, raising a hand to give him a thumbs down before he playfully smacked it away.

He pulled you down to rest against his chest, his chin sitting in your hair. “You’re crazy.”

“You like me because I’m crazy.”

He let out a soft laugh, kissing into your crown. “Yeah, I really do.”