Ugh, As If (Hongjoong X Reader)
Ugh, As If (Hongjoong x Reader)



Summary: Hongjoong is not someone you should be attracted to, especially considering everything thatâs on your plate in your final semester at university. Unfortunately for you, he has some sound suggestions for helping you cure your insomniaâŚ
Word Count: 11.13k
Genre/Warning: one-shot, punk!hongjoong x feminine!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut (MDNI!!!), dom/sub dynamics but not super fleshed out, inexperienced!reader (never mentioned, but alluded), bondage, sensory deprivation, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, reader has insomnia, overuse of the word sweetheart, reader loves pink (it's me, I'm reader lol), implied aftercare, Jongho cameos
Author's Note: Released one day early bc I have midterms tomorrow lol. I actually have five midterms this week guys... five (!!!) I'm very exhausted and just want a tatted!hongjoong to take care of me, is that too much to ask for??? But in all seriousness, this took a ridiculously long time to write with classes and life, so I'd love for you guys to let me know what you think đ¤đ¤đ¤
đ§ playlist đ§: mark: golden hour đ¸ harry styles: kiwi đ¸ 5sos: easier (live from the vault) đ¸ aly & aj: potential breakup song đ¸ jooyoung: fountain đ¸ ateez: propoganda đ¸ woodz: love me harder
This is a work of fiction, and it is not meant to be a realistic representation of any real person mentioned in any way, shape, or form.
Your rapid footsteps come to an unexpected stop in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. People behind you mumble words of annoyances before walking around you.Â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â you say, incredulously turned to who you thought was your friend.Â
âYou know I wouldnât normally do this to you, right? Just this one time, please?â your friend begs. With her situationship still on mute, she looks at you with pleading eyes. Her eyes flicker down to her phone. Heâd been on mute for just a beat too long, but when her eyes look up to your unusually angered ones, her attention is fully brought back to you.
âWhat the actual fuck, dude? You said weâd hang out tonight⌠without any distractions,â you look down at your outfit. The anger dissipates into sadness. Youâd slipped on the loveliest pink sweater for the brutal January winds and even did your makeup.
It wasnât typical of you to want to be on the streets of your college town, especially on a Friday night. There was an exam next week you had to study for, and it's neatly printed and stapled practice test was waiting to be completed on yet another sleepless night. But here you were, excited, dressed up, and ready to try something new.Â
Down the street, a group of already drunk frat students are loudly stumbling out of a bar. With a sigh, you look at her phone. He hadnât hung up on her yet. The distant setting sun reflected prettily against your sweater under your hefty coat, and the thermal leggings youâd worn under your matching pink skirt felt ridiculous now. Your hair was getting tousled in the cold wind. What a wasted outfit, you think.Â
âWhatever, go have your fun, but just drop me back home first,â you tell her with another defeated sigh.
âWhat! Come on babes, Iâve already paid the fees for the class! At least one of us should go,â she whines with tugs at your arm. You could hear the desperation in her voice. He still hadnât hung up, but you definitely wouldâve by now. She knew her time was running out and the tugs became more eager.Â
You didnât know shit about leatherworking, but it had become your friendâs newest obsession for the week. And you were totally fine with going to a workshop and trying it out for her sake, but not alone. Not without her.Â
Now extremely impatient, she starts pushing you towards the entrance of the leather shop. âIâm sure youâll have the bestest time, and I canât wait to see what you make! Iâll make dinner for the rest of the month and be your personal driver until the end of the semester. I love you so much, Iâll see you back at home! Bye, babes!â The excited words hurriedly stumble out of her mouth faster than youâre able to catch them, and you donât have a chance to say anything back before sheâs left you on the welcome mat at the inside entrance of Outlaw Leather.Â
From inside, you watch her unmute the call and speed down the street back to her car. With an irritated huff, you shrug off your coat and observe the inside of the shop.
Shelves were stacked high with hundreds of rolls of leather. Some were plain and beige, while others were shimmery and textured with patterns. Leatherworking tools and machines were hung on one side and opposite that, an array of electric guitars lined the wall. Behind the register, there was a massive framed poster of David Bowie wearing a leather jacket with a cigarette hanging from his lips. How stereotypical.Â
Between some of the shelves, you spotted middle-aged men contemplating their choice of rubber mallets while an overwhelmed younger employee was helping them decide.Â
You whip your head in either direction, and very quickly, on the exposed structures in the ceilings, hanging from one of the pipes, you spot a printed sign that says âHERE FOR A CLASS?â which points further back into the expansive shop.Â
Following the sign, youâre led to the surprisingly opened interior of the back of the shop. The setup of the wooden lab tables resembles a kindergarten class, but with one quick view of the sharp, jagged tools and annoyingly bright neon orange lighter in the middle, anyone could tell otherwise.
With your coat in hand, you take a seat at a fairly empty table far away from the demo lab. From the six stools at the table, only 2 were occupied by two elderly women deeply engaged in their conversation. The tables near the demo lab were filled with bright-eyed beginners observing the array of different tools at the table.Â
The older women at the table seemed content in not getting to know you better, and you didnât feel like moving tables. So in your boredom, you take out your phone to open the document of the practice test youâd saved beforehand. You wait for your phone to load, and when the struggling bar refuses to load nothing more than the first page, you slip your phone into your pocket with a heavy sigh.Â
You start to spin in your seat, taking in the leather pieces that hang on the wall. There was an array of bags, belts, and wallets, but what caught your attention were the corsets. Most of them were black, but a couple were a dark, deep red.Â
As you keep spinning, your legs bump into someone elseâs, and you come to a stop. One warm hand rests against your thigh as it holds on to the bottom of the cushioned stool.
âCareful, sweetheart,â a warm voice rings above you. When you look up, youâre met with teasing brown eyes.Â
âSorry,â you quietly apologize, but heâs already moving past you and all you can do is look as he makes his way to the demo lab.
You werenât one to care for appearances, but he looked fashionable. It wasnât easy to make an apron look good, but the deep brown leather that hung around his neck was delectable on him. His bleached blonde hair was swept back, and you find yourself wanting to count each of the dangling pieces that hung from his ears. He brings one hand to brush his hair back, and on his pretty hands, you spot varyingly colored fingernails. On the tips of his fingers, you see climbing vines of ink extending to his arms from under his white button-up.
As if he can sense your eyes on him, he turns your way and shoots you a toothy grin. You quickly look down at the bare table and readjust your pink sweater. In the crowd of simple linens and leather jackets, a fuzzy pink sweater stood out like a sore thumb. With yet another sigh, you smooth down the fabric and donât turn back towards the handsome, aproned employee until he begins the workshop.Â
âGood evening, everybody. Nice to see some familiar faces, and to the rest of you,â his eyes catch yours and a smirk decorates his lips, âwelcome.â He walks behind the demo lab and places his palms flat on the table. âMy name is Hongjoong, and Iâll be guiding you through the workshop today. Thatâs my assistant, Jongho,â he points to the guy youâd spotted earlier on your way in. Jongho sends a short wave to the class. âShould I be busy, heâll be more than happy to help you. Now, whoâs ready to get this show on the road?â
As he begins to demonstrate, people stand to hover around Hongjoongâs table. From over an older ladyâs shoulder, you watch him confidently slice through the sheet of leather and explain what you were making.Â
You were signed up in an intermediate class to make a tool roll. A tool roll. You didnât own any tools, save from a double-sided screwdriver the previous apartment renters had left behind, and you knew for certain your friend wasnât one to hide tools in her bedroom. What the hell am I supposed to do with a tool roll?
Nonetheless, you watched Hongjoongâs demo carefully. If you had to make a tool roll, you were going to make the best goddamned tool roll you could. Maybe youâd even actually get around to buying tools for it.Â
Hongjoongâs thin fingers expertly flatten the cut leather into his desired shapes. Then, he began to stitch a pocket shut. Turning the leather in his hands, he cuts off the excess string and pulls a lighter out of his apron. His thumb runs over the grooved gear, and a tall flame appears before him. He lights the ends before pressing them into the leather. He passes the leather around for everyone to observe as he answers someoneâs questions.Â
When it finally arrives in your hands, youâre impressed at the neat and straight stitches heâd done in such a short time. Two perfectly circular black dots are stamped into the leather where Hongjoong burned the end of the stitches. You run your thumb over the hardened thread and pass the piece along.Â
When the unfinished tool roll is back in his hands, he takes a fork-shaped tool from his apron and drops it into the pocket heâd just created. âThere you go,â he says, rolling the leather and showing it to the rest of the class. âThatâs the jist of it. Obviously, you guys are gonna have to stitch in a lot more pockets.â With light laughs, everybody disperses back to their tables and begins to work on the leather Jongho had passed out.
Maybe sitting so far away from the instructor wasnât a good idea, and it was definitely too late to move now. The beginners near the front kept Hongjoong from venturing further back into the classroom where you sat, utterly confused, and Jongho was proving to be frustratingly useless, not straying more than a couple of feet away from Hongjoongâs side. With a downturned face, you look down at your uncut leather and decide itâs better to start than being left behind.Â
Taking a silver pen and ruler, you measure out the areas of the leather you wanted to cut. After double-checking, you take the pizza-cutter-looking tool and stand to cut along the soft lines youâd left on the dark brown hide. You hold up a rectangular piece of leather in your hands, feeling proud.
Next, you pick up a tool that looked similar enough to what Hongjoong had used and start marking the leather. Standing up, you begin to mark the folds of pockets. As you forcefully start pressing into the hide, youâre surprised when a thin string of leather comes up with it. That didnât happen when Hongjoong marked his leather. Your eyes widen, but youâre already several inches down the length of your leather and decide itâs too late to stop.Â
In your speechless state, youâd failed to notice Hongjoong standing at the corner of your table. âThatâs an advanced technique,â he says with a laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm. âBut you probably want to use a scratch awl for this part,â he adds.Â
Great, Iâve successfully made a fool of myself in front of the cute leather guy.Â
Boys were not on your radar, and for good reason, you think. Youâd seen too many freshmen caught up in the new freedom that university provided them, reveling in the alcohol and hookups, only to turn around and get their hearts broken by a boy that doesnât know any better. Grades slip, moods worsen, and next thing you know, theyâve wasted thousands in tuition.Â
Your friend had become the most recent and most unfortunate example. Granted, you were seniors right on the cusp of graduation, but that didnât stop her from behaving like a naive freshman. That could not and would not be you. Never in this lifetime.Â
But, that didnât stop you from having crushes on obviously attractive people.Â
Hongjoong looks around the table, and when he fails to find an extra scratch awl, he pulls his own out of his apron. âHere,â he hands you a tool sleeker than the used and abused tools at the table. âLetâs leave the advanced techniques to the experts, shall we?â
You want to roll your eyes, but the embarrassment is overbearing and all you can do is take the scratch awl from Hongjoongâs hands. Thankfully, heâs called over by the more eager students in the front, and youâre left holding on to his tool in your palms.Â
The deep dark brown of the wooden handle feels cool between your fingers, and with a cleared throat, you begin to mark the leather again. Hongjoongâs scratch awl is sharpened and glides across the leather smoothly. You spend an ample amount of time hunched over the piece of leather marking out even pockets. Slipping Hongjoongâs scratch awl in your skirt pocket, you grab a spool of brown thread and two needles.Â
After a couple of mishaps, you think youâre really getting the hang of the saddle stitch. Pulling the thread taut, you double-check the back of your project to find a neatly aligned row of brown stitches. Not once did you go through the thread. With a satisfied smile, you flip the leather back over to the front and snip off the additional thread.Â
You look for the neon orange lighter on the wooden table. When you finally look up, you find the rest of your tablemates have already completed several rows of stitches. You spot the lighter near the edge and grab it before drawing your attention back to your piece.Â
Donât bring yourself down, dumbass. Itâs literally your first time trying this. This is an INTERMEDIATE class. You breathe in and nod at the voice in your head.Â
With the lighter in hand, you copy Hongjoongâs movements from the demo. Nothing. You run your thumb over the grooved gear and roll it down. Again, nothing.Â
You sit up straighter and crack your neck. Thumb over gear, run it downwards quickly. Nothing!
âNeed help?â Hongjoongâs voice pulls you away from your frustrated actions. Heâd rounded his way into the back of the room again and had been watching your amusing struggle for a few moments now. He leans across the table, elbows resting inches away from your hand. You try one more time before dropping the lighter in his outstretched palm.Â
âI think something might be wrong with it,â you tell him without meeting his eyes. It was absolute bullshit. You knew it worked. He knew it worked. Your elderly tablemates, whoâd used it ample times prior to you, knew it worked.Â
You hear him jokingly scoff before closing his hand around the lighter. Rolling it between his fingers, he waves it in front of you. When you finally look at him, you wish you hadnât.
With a knowing smirk plastered on his face, he holds the lighter some inches from your face. He places his thumb over the gear and runs it down quickly, pressing the red tab into the metal of the lighter. A quick flame appears and behind it, you can see it reflecting in his dark eyes.Â
He drags your leather closer to him and burns the end of the wax threads. The ends of the brown thread glow yellow before quickly turning black. With a quick flick of his wrist, Hongjoong uses the bottom of the lighter to press the ends down into the stitches, and you canât stop staring at him.Â
Youâre not sure, but as his eyes bounce between the burned and flattened ends, you think thereâs glitter on his lids. Your eyes flicker down to his exposed arms. His long sleeves have been rolled up, and you're finally seeing the details of the ink that's decorating his skin. The black painted on his fingernails is neat, not crossing into the pink of his skin. Heâs so pretty.Â
With a smug smile, he turns your piece in between his palms. âWell, would you look at that? Looks like itâs working just fine.â But heâs also so cocky, so in response, you snatch the piece back with a mumbled thanks.
You keep your head down and focus on stitching the other side of your first pocket into the leather. When it comes time to cut the excess thread and burn the ends, you end up asking one of the ladies at your table, who sympathetically helps you.Â
Before you know it, Hongjoongâs complimenting everyone on doing a great job and wishing everyone a good night. You look down at the singular pocket youâd managed to stitch into your leather. It seems as if there are endless sighs encapsulating your body, as yet another one escapes. You shove the leather into your bag and slip on your coat as the workshop begins to empty.
âHey!âÂ
You turn and find Hongjoong leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head and takes in your outfit. Under his gaze, you feel silly in your cream thermal leggings, pink sweater, pink skirt, and even pinker winter coat and shift your legs as Hongjoong moves to stand in front of you. With an outstretched palm, he says, âMy scratch awl.â
Your eyes widen, and you pad the pockets of your skirt. Hongjoong watches your bag slip off your shoulders as you search one pocket, and then the other. The last thing you wanted was to look like a thief. You knew Hongjoong could tell you were only a novice, but you prayed he could also tell you werenât planning on doing more leatherwork than youâd done today and his scratch awl would be of absolutely zero realistic use to you.Â
Feeling the smooth wood under your skirt, you pull out the scratch awl from your pocket and place it in his palms, wordlessly. Being attracted to him was bad, but being embarrassed in front of Hongjoong was worse, you decide.Â
âThanks, sweetheart,â he says with a deep smile. âYou know, a girl really should know how to turn on a lighter,â he shrugs as youâre readjusting your bag over your shoulders. You roll your eyes and turn to the front door. âSee you soon!â he shouts just as the door closes behind you.Â
Yeah, right.
*****
âSo, how was the class?â your friend slyly asks, sliding down into the empty seat next to you in the lecture hall early the following morning. At your fiery eyes, she slides a warm coffee towards, âHey! Look, I came with a peace offering!â
âFuck you,â you tell her with a sarcastically sweet smile, taking the coffee from her hands. Digging through your bag, you finally pull out the unfinished piece.Â
She plucks the piece from your hands. âHey, look at this! Couldnât have been that bad if you ended up making a⌠aâŚâ she hesitantly turns the leather in her hands. âSorry babes, but what the hell is this supposed to be?â
âItâll become a tool roll,â you shove the piece back in your bag. âEventually,â you add, leaning back into the lecture hallâs uncomfortable chairs.Â
âEventually? So youâre going back?â she asks, pulling out her laptop.
âGod, no. The instructor was a dick.â Failing to mention the fact he was also hot as hell, you continue, âBut Iâm sure I can figure it out on my own.â
You were naturally inclined to be determined. It was easy to rely on people and just as easy to be disappointed by them. So if there was work to be done that you could do by yourself, you would do it by yourself.Â
The rest of the day passes as every day before it. You stuff as much information as you can down your throat, and when you get home, you print off practice worksheets and exams to prepare for the following week.Â
As you make your way through the packets of paper, Hongjoongâs piercing gaze flashes across your mind more often than youâd like. You know, a girl really should know how to turn on a lighter. You cynically shake your head. What good would knowing that information do? You werenât going to be stranded on an island anytime soon. A lighter would be the last thing on your mind should a nuclear war break out. Besides, you knew how to light matches. What more could you possibly need?
Taking a break from the practice exam, you pull the unfinished tool roll out of your bag. You knew at the very least youâd need a spool of thread and a needle to finish it. Looking online, youâre left more confused than when you started. Threads have different thicknesses? You run a finger over your stitches, unable to gauge a sense of thickness. Minutes into researching the needles, you slam your laptop shut and figure itâd be better to suck up your ego and begrudgingly give Outlaw Leather another visit.
With sleep no longer on your radar, you print off another practice exam and flip through the pages. Sleepless nights werenât new to you. In fact, it was an unfortunate fact how common theyâd become. Leaning back in your chair, you decide to take a walk to the convenience store underneath your apartment to grab some snacks to accompany your late-night studying endeavors.
The fluorescents of the store shake the remnants of sleep that were lingering, and with a sigh, you rummage through the selection of packaged foods. Creating a combination of possibly the most heart attack inducing foods and pain medication, you fill your basket to the brim and make your way to the register.Â
The convenience store clerk starts scanning the myriad of late night snacks and pain killers. As youâre watching the total climb higher and higher, you flick your eyes to the plastic container in front of the register lined with standing lighters.Â
A lighter would be more useful than matches during an apocalypse. You could reuse it several more times than a wooden matchstick. With a scoffed laugh, you roll your eyes. Hongjoongâs cocky stare still irritated you. But the other part of you feared he was right; you should know how to light a lighter just in case an apocalypse was on the radar.Â
With a shake of your head, you card through the patterns, find one decorated in pink and red hearts and place it next to your unscanned items. âIâll take one of these, too.â
*****
Several sleepless nights pass by before youâre eventually too frustrated looking at the incomplete tool roll sitting pathetically on your desk. On the following Friday after classes, you walk into Outlaw Leather with a mission in mind: Get some needles, get a spool, and get the fuck out.Â
âBack already, sweetheart? Did you miss me that bad?â Hongjoong calls out from behind the register.Â
You were better prepared this time around. You had straightened your back and smoothed out the ruffles in your pink skirt before stepping foot inside the shop. âPlease, youâre like the stereotype personified. If I had to take a guess, Iâd say your shitty motorcycleâs parked out back, isnât it?â
âYeah, it is,â he steps closer to you. âWant me to take you on a drive sometime?â
âUgh, as if,â you scoff, rolling your eyes.Â
âOkay, sweetheart,â Hongjoong says, his smile never faltering, âWhy are you here then?â
You unzip your backpack and take out your leather roll, and maintaining eye contact with Hongjoong, you toss your unfinished piece on the counter. âI have to finish this. It doesnât look the way it should, and I need it to look the way it has to. Besides, I donât have any of the supplies I need to make any progress myself.â
Hongjoong picks up the leather and runs his fingers along the groove of your stitches. Suddenly, the self-conscious shame creeps its way up to your cheeks. Looking at Hongjoongâs finished and polished pieces on the wall was more than enough to feel incompetent, and you canât help but wonder how silly he thinks you look mocking an actual expert like him with your badly cut and sewn tool roll.Â
But if he does think youâre mocking him, he doesnât mention it, instead saying, âIt doesnât have to look any certain way, you know that right? What I did during class was just a template. Youâre supposed to customize it.â When you donât respond, he observes your piece with a sigh and adds, âBut I guess I can get you headed in the right direction.â He rounds the register and holds the piece out for you to take.Â
You follow him as he weaves through the store, picking out a pair of needles and a dark brown threaded spool. As he explains the differences between the sizes of needles and thickness of the thread, you try to follow along as best you can. The sleep youâd gotten the night before was abysmal and classes had been an absolute horror today, but you donât think you can go home only to stare at an incomplete project that definitely shouldâve been done by now.
âThanks, Iâll just do it at home,â you take the spool of thread and the needles from him and turn towards the register.Â
âYou know, the labs are meant for people to come and work at,â he says. The mischievous look takes over his face as he adds, âBesides, we donât want you taking another trip down here in your pretty skirts now, do we? The weather isnât very forgiving these days.â
You look down at the thread and then your outfit. If you went back home and your friend saw you with a spool of thread hunched over this stupid piece of unfinished leather, youâd never live it down. And it was chilly outside. And you didnât want to go home only to be distracted by your assignments. âOkay,â you tell him. Hongjoong points you to the back of the store with a toothy grin, and you take a seat at the empty lab tables and watch him linger for a moment before turning back to the register with a smile.
It takes you some time before youâre able to get in the groove, but once youâve marked out the remaining pockets on the leather, you take a deep breath and start sewing. And as the hour passes, you think youâre doing quite well, stitching in pocket after pocket, until youâre not.
âJoongie!â a shrill voice calls out from the front of the shop. In clicking shoes, a not-so modestly dressed girl comes running into the store. After pushing past a confused Jongho, she sprints towards Hongjoong.Â
âHi,â a sweet giggle rumbles in his throat. He holds his arms out, and the girl finds her away into them, settling her jaw over his shoulder and ruffling his hair. âAlright, alright,â he says, pushing his hair back. âReady to get your measurements taken?â
The girl nods, and Hongjoong leads her away to what looks like an office which just happened to be so unfortunately in the direct line of your vision.Â
You try your hardest not to look or listen to them, forcing your eyes down on the half-sewn pocket, but when the girl shrugs off her fur coat, you canât help yourself. Sheâs dressed in a tight black cropped tank top that surely does nothing to protect her from the cold. She tosses the fur coat over a chair and laughs at something Hongjoong says. Thereâs a low ringing in your ears, and momentarily, youâre glad you canât hear their conversation.
You watch Hongjoong take a measuring tape from a desk drawer and frown as he wraps it around her waist. It deepens when he measures the curve of her breasts next. All while happily conversing with her, he takes a final measurement of her hips.Â
You look back down at your nearly finished tool roll and sigh. An unfamiliar emotion bubbles in your chest, and you think you certainly must look ugly. Your head aches from being in a frustrated frown all day, and you think the beginnings of blisters are forming on the pads of your fingers from pinching the thick needles for hours on end.Â
It was jealousy. It felt misplaced and dirty in your system, like a bottomless pit eager only to take and never to give. Here you were sitting in your own misery, shaming a girl that youâd never met and judging her clothing. You zone back into the row and diligently stitch along the line.Â
When you finish the row and decide to take a break, your eyes and ears find their way back to Hongjoongâs little office.Â
âWhat color?â he asks her.
As sheâs slipping her coat back on she responds with, âHot rod red.â
Hot rod red. She wanted the corset to be hot rod red. Hot? Rod? Red? Would you ever have the nerve to wear something so daring? Probably not. You turn back to your unfinished roll, and with an angered vigor, you start stitching again.Â
The girl leaves giving Hongjoong yet another tight hug and ruffling his hair, but youâre still sitting on the uncomfortable stool, sewing away a storm. Your neck is in a world of pain, begging for a release, but youâre adamant on finishing.
The shop is quiet, and after taking the girlâs measurements, Hongjoong has been locked away in the office. The sun has since set, and besides Jonghoâs occasionally sweet voice conversing with customers or humming along to the quiet radio, the silence in the store leaves you in a focused trance. Just a half-hour before closing, you finish burnishing the final corners of the roll.
When you stand, you want to immediately sit back down and sleep against the rough grain of the lab table, but you place one foot in front of the other and make your way to the register where Hongjoong is now seated.
âNot bad,â he says, with a cocky smile. He looks at the tool roll clutched tightly between your hands. He sees the leather cinching around the stitches but chooses to not tell you your stitches are too tight when he notices how exhausted you look. Your shoulders are slumped, head low, and fingers are red. The smile disappears from his face, and just as youâre grabbing your receipt from his hands, he stops you, rounding the register.Â
âWhoa, hold on a second,â he says, taking your hand between his. He looks at the reddened and raw pads of your fingers. âYou shouldâve worn the protectors, sweetheart. Come here,â he takes your hand and leads you to the sink near the back of the workshop.Â
Cool water runs over your fingers, and you sigh, letting your eyes shut momentarily.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Hongjoong asks, studying your finally relaxed face.
âAn exam I have next week,â you lie, opting to omit the truth. And it wasnât entirely untrue. You did have an exam next week. You should probably print off a practice exam when you get back.Â
âGod, you need to shut that brain of yours off and get some sleep,â he says, no malice in his voice.
You open your eyes and watch the water splash over your fingers. âYeah, thatâd be a real miracle,â you reply with a scoff.Â
âHave trouble sleeping?â His grip on your hand loosens.Â
You shrug while curling your fingers under the gentle stream of cool water and respond, âOnly since the last semester. Probably just stress. I think Iâm good now.â You take your hand from Hongjoongâs and shake off the dripping water.
âHold on,â Hongjoong bends down and open the drawer underneath the sink to pull out a first-aid kit. He flips the kit open and grabs a tiny tube of cooling gel. âI went through like a dozen of these when I was starting out,â he sighs, squeezing out a little green gel. When you slightly wince, he sighs again and gently spreads the gel over the pads of your fingers saying, âJust wear the protectors next time, okay sweetheart?â
You probably werenât coming back here. You probably won't run into Hongjoong again. You didnât think any more leather projects were on your radar, and your friend had already moved on to a different hobby.Â
Nonetheless, you watch Hongjoongâs fingers run over yours, spreading the gel, and nod.
*****
You were back.
Now that you were finished with that god-forsaken tool roll you had no tools for, your life shouldâve continued on normally. You shouldâve gone straight to the library after your classes to get started on a presentation that was due next week. You shouldâve. You knew you shouldâve, but here you were standing outside the entrance of Outlaw Leather a week later.Â
You couldnât think straight at all for the past week, although that may have been due to the lack of sleep. When you found your feet taking you downtown to Hongjoongâs shop, you tried to justify your need to be there. Now, at the entrance, you still had nothing.Â
Taking out your lighter, you run your thumb over the grooved gear and run it down. A flame appears. You let go, and it disappears. With some late-night practice and tutorials, you were eventually able to figure the lighter out. You repeat the process over and over again while internally debating whether or not you want to go in.Â
Eventually, Jonghoâs peeking head appears through the slightly opening door. âAre you planning on coming in or are you just gonna stand there?â You take a shaky step towards the entrance of the shop and let Jongho hold the door open for you with a small thanks.
During the early evening, the shop was quiet with a few lingering customers. With padded footsteps, you make your way to Hongjoongâs office, no clear indication of why you were gracing him with your presence on a Thursday evening.
Heâs sitting at his desk, sketching out a pattern for a project you canât make out. You stand for a moment, watching his laser-focused eyes following the graphite of pencil. His downturned lips and furrowed brow soften up his rough features, and you canât help but think how cute he looks when heâs not smirking.Â
At the thought, you shake your head and clear your throat to get his attention.Â
The chair swivels around, and his signature smirk makes its way to Hongjoongâs face. âThought youâve already finished the tool roll?â
âThatâs not why Iâm here.â Why AM I here?
Twirling the pencil between his pretty fingers, he leans back into the chair. âOh? Then how can I help you, sweetheart?âÂ
You say the first thing you could think of, which unfortunately for you, ends up being, âI want a corset.â I do?
âYou do?â
âI do.â
His smirk only deepens as he turns around to pull a sheet of paper out of one of his drawers. Attaching to a clipboard, he hands you the sheet and turns around to stack the sketches into a pile. âFill that out, and weâll get started.â
You look down at the sheet. A large portion for it is for Hongjoong, requiring specific measurements, but the top portion is for you.Â
Thankfully, Hongjoongâs turned around and clearing off his desk when your eyes widened comically at the listed price without any special embellishments. Fuck it. You start filling in your name and address.Â
âIâll take your measurements today and have a guide ready to go by tomorrow. When you come in tomorrow, Iâll double-check my initial measurements and see how they fit, and then I can start. That sound good to you?â He leans against his now cleared desk.
âYeah,â you tell him, not looking up from the clipboard. Having mercy on your bank account, you decide to forgo any embellishments and hand the clipboard back to Hongjoong. As heâs scanning your information, the cockiness splattered across his features has you believing this is resting face.
âOkay sweetheart, letâs make you a corset.â You nod at him, awaiting his next instructions. He stares at you, the twirling pencil in fingers slowing when you stare back. His smirk deepens. âThe sweaterâs gotta come off.â
You had clearly not thought this through. You just had a simple bra under your thick knitted sweater, and you didnât have an extra camisole or tank with you. You tug at one of the stitches on your sleeve, âCanât you measure over the sweater?â
âNo can do, unless you want to pay me to make something thatâs not going to fit you,â he shrugs.Â
You look outside the door of Hongjoongâs office. Jongho was restocking some inventory, and the few customers inside had their back turned to you while deciding how much of a roll they wanted to cut. At your hesitancy, Hongjoongâs teasing takes a break, and with a gentle voice, he asks, âDo you want me to close the door?â
You nod at his offer, and he steps in front of you to click the door shut. As the door closes, the room opens up, and youâre able to spot an unmade queen size bed in the corner.Â
âYou sleep here?â
âSure do,â he says, hands resting on his hips. With a deep breath, you lift the sweater over your head. Hongjoongâs next remark catches in his throat when youâve pulled off your adorable pink sweater and are left in only with an equally adorable lacey pink bra that wraps snuggly around your chest. He shakes away the interrupting thoughts before saying, âYou are standing in my bedroom, after all.â
The conversation distracts you from the chill you feel standing almost naked in an attractive guyâs bedroom. Holding the sweater in your crossed arms, you ask âThis is your bedroom?â
âYeah,â he says with a little laugh. He rounds your body and grabs the tape measure from his desk. You hold your breath when he takes in your covered torso. âThe sweaterâs gotta go all the way, sweetheart,â he says, rolling his desk chair between the two of you.Â
With a pout, you hang your sweater over the back of his chair, and let your arms dangle at your sides. Hongjoong rolls the chair back to its spot and steps closer to you. The fire you had in you retires to the back burner when Hongjoongâs scent fills your nose. He taps your elbows with a quiet, âArms up,â as he steps even closer to round the measuring tape around your body.Â
The tension is palpable, and Hongjoong has dove headfirst into getting accurate measurements in silence. Normally, you wouldnât mind it, but he smells like a godly combination of spice and leather, youâre embarrassingly horny now, and youâre standing partially naked in his bedroom.
Taking a look around his room, your eyes flicker over a wall of pictures, some polaroid, some printed, some cut out from magazines. On his desk, thereâs a half painted shoe next to a fully painted shoe. Many more clothing items are hung near or around his desk with patches cut out from the fabric of the arms and the back.Â
When you turn to look back at his bed, youâre surprised at how comfortable it looks. While it's clearly unmade, the plaid gray sheets look clean and homely. The pillows and duvet are well used, and the thought of taking a nap here sounds a little too nice.Â
âYour room doesnât match your aesthetic,â you tell him when the cool plastic of the tape measure makes contact with your hot skin.
You feel Hongjoongâs breath against your neck when he tightens the tape around your waist. âOh, yeah? Whatâd you expect my bedroom to look like?â
With a light shrug, you ponder out loud, âI donât know, I thought itâd be more edgy and less⌠wholesome.â You nod at the smiling pictures of him on the wall.
Hongjoong quickly follows your trailing eyes and laughingly scoffs again. âSo, just because I work with leather, you expect me to sleep on a cow hide or something?â Youâre embarrassed at what youâve implied and shrink in on yourself. âYouâre so tense. Itâd help you to relax,â Hongjoong laughs with a light poke at your hips.Â
The fire finds its way back to you at his relentlessly teasing tone. âI donât want to relax, I want a corset.â
To measure your hips, he kneels on one knee and looks up at you. âMhm, and what are you going to do with a corset?â
âWear it,â you answer down at him, brows furrowed as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âWhat, and mess up your cute sweater numbers? I donât think you would, sweetheart,â he says, standing back up. âBesides, I donât really think it matches your aesthetic,â he says, throwing your own words back in your face.
It shouldâve been off-putting and unattractive, this behavior. You shouldâve been rolling your eyes and cringing at his words. But instead, your nipples were hard, and you were praying they werenât visible through your bra.
âI will wear it,â you say with stuttering confidence.Â
âMhm,â Hongjoons says, writing down the measurements onto the slip youâd filled out earlier. âWhat color?â
âWhat?â
âWhat color do you want it to be?â
The words hot rod red are begging to fly out of your mouth, but if you were going to be paying for a custom corset, you figure it should at least be to your liking. âCan you do pink? Like this kind?â you ask, pinching the fabric of your pastel pink sweater between your fingers.
The corners of Hongjoongâs lips curve into a smirk, and he nods, writing it down on the checklist. âYeah sweetheart, I can do pink.â
*****
The next day, you walk into Outlaw Leather much later than you were supposed to. Just as Jonghoâs turning you away while pointing at the hours posted on the door, Hongjoong emerges from his office.Â
âIâve got this, man. You can clock out.â And with a wave from Jongho, you and Hongjoong remain in the empty store.Â
Hongjoong quietly leads you to his bedroom. âYou can wait in here, just give me a couple minutes to close up.â
His room looks cozier with the harsh tube light turned off, letting only the golden glow of the few lamps illuminate the space. His bedâs still unmade, but it looks extra comfortable in soft yellow light.
On his desk sits a thick strip of black-dyed leather. Taking it in your hands, you feel the rigid strip fold under your touch and run your fingers along the textured front. It felt cool and rough, but you stroke the strip between your fingers nonetheless.Â
âThatâs not for you, sweetheart. Although, Iâd be happy to make you one,â Hongjoongâs voice startles you, and you turn to see him in the doorway. His eyes flick down to your hips, and you gently place the belt back on his desk, warmth pooling in your stomach.
âSorry,â you wipe your hands on your pants and look at the pink leather in his hands.Â
The tint on the leather is a delicate pastel, just like you asked, and the cut of the hide has your breath hitched. The stitching in the corset is delicate, but striking. Even in your awe, you were confused. The corset looked finished, polished and ready to wear; even if there were adjustments to be made, you were sure there wasnât much he could adjust now.Â
Nonetheless, you grab the edges of your sweater. When you slip it off over your head and hang it on his chair, you miss the disappointed look that fleetingly flickers across Hongjoongâs face. Youâd worn a camisole underneath your sweater today to save yourself from the embarrassing predicament youâd put yourself in only yesterday.Â
Moving behind you, he orders, âArms up.â Hongjoong wraps the corset around your waist and pulls you flush to him, closing it. You gasp in a surprised breath when your back collides with his hardened chest. âSo, so tense, sweetheart,â he breathes into your neck, and you can hear his smile. Goosebumps rise up your back, and you donât respond to him, keeping your breath held. âIs this too tight?â
âNo,â you swallow the collecting saliva in your mouth. Hongjoong backs away, slipping the corset away from your torso.
âAlright,â he moves around your still body, laying the corset next to the black belt and adds, âIâll condition the leather, and itâll be ready for you to pick up tomorrow.â
Well, that was fast. âThanks,â you send him a short smile and reach to grab your sweater off the back of his desk chair, hiding your disheartedness. You wanted to stay longer and do something, you didnât want to go home. You wanted to stay in this room and not think about your assignments or exams. Over your shoulder, you look back at Hongjoongâs bed.
âYou know, I read an interesting article the other day,â Hongjoongâs voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
âDidnât peg you as a reader,â you say, but when you catch Hongjoong looking stupidly sexy rolling his big, beautiful eyes at you, you add, âWhatâd you read?â
His hips lean back into his desk, arms crossed over his chest, shrugging, âIt wasnât much, but it did say something about how beneficial orgasms are at helping insomniacs.â
You freeze, and your eyes widen. Of course, youâd already known this. After the first couple of sleepless nights passed, you did extensive research trying to find the best remedy for yourself.Â
Relax your body. This can be done through a variety of different methods. To most effectively and efficiently relax your muscles, let your body experience somatic arousal.
Youâd shut your laptop and settled on trying aromatherapy and meditation instead. When days turned into weeks, youâd gotten desperate and brought a tiny vibrator which you carried around. Just in case.
âYeah, I know,â you say with a sigh. The tiredness that ran through your body had dissipated the shame youâd usually felt, and you reach into your bag to pull out the hot pink vibrator and dangle it in front of Hongjoongâs face, âBut if this hasnât been able to get the job done, I donât think anything will.â
For a moment, the shock is vividly apparent on Hongjoongâs face, and the shame in your body is ready to resurface with a vengeance. But just as quickly as it comes, it disappears when Hongjoongâs face twists into a smirk. The same cocky smirk youâd been using to get off in these past few weeks.Â
The smirk turns into a mocking pout as Hongjoong snatches the vibrator from your hands. âYou poor thing. How many orgasms do you give yourself every night?â
The warmth in your cheeks spreads down your neck and pools in your stomach. âUhm, Iâ just one, usually,â you say, looking down at the floor of Hongjoongâs room.Â
You hear him scoff and look up to see his haughty attitude return. âYou think one orgasmâs going to put you to sleep?â
âYes?â you respond incredulously. The mixture of emotions swirling through your mind were doing a great job at confusing you, but never did you think youâd stand in Hongjoongâs room while he judges how you choose to cure your insomnia.
âOne orgasm is hardly going to do anything, let alone relax you enough to sleep,â Hongjoong says, polished nails thumbing through the settings on the vibrator. âIn fact,â he says, stepping much too close to you, âIâm willing to bet youâve never even experimented with the higher settings.â His soft breath fans across your face, and you look away from him, focusing your attention on anything else in his room.
You hear a chuckle rumbling from his chest as your silence proves him right. His thumb gently grabs your chin, and he redirects your eyes back to him, asking, âWould you like to?â
You dryly swallow and stare at him. Fuck it all to hell. You eagerly lean into his lips and kiss him fervently. When you feel his stupid, cocky smile against your lips, you press harder and let your teeth teasingly sink down on his lower lip. Accomplished pride blooms in your chest as he gasps and pulls away.
âYou know the color system?â When you nod, he pulls you closer, âYes or no?â
âYes,â you breathlessly respond, and his lips are back on yours. Hongjoong roughly grabs at your hips, slipping his hands under the thin pink camisole. He pushes you towards his bed, and when your knees collide with its frame, he pulls away again.
âSit,â he orders, and you follow. With your hands on either side of you, you look up at Hongjoong from his plaid gray sheets excited, enamored, and eager. Hongjoong releases a shuddered breath at your pliant eyes before he kneels in front of you.
Today was exceptionally cold, and youâd opted to overgo your pink skirts in favor of a pair of thick pants. Hongjoongâs hands bunch at the material to tug it down your legs, and you back up further onto his bed and raise your hips in effort to help him. Once they're off, he tosses them carelessly onto his floor and pushes you to lay back against his pillows.Â
Other than your pants, Hongjoong made no effort to remove any of your other clothing, letting his lips slot against yours once again. His hand finds the warm flesh of the skin between your thighs, and with the other he caresses your jaw. Unable to keep away, you reach for his neck and feel the dangling silver of his earrings tickle your fingers.
âYouâll be good for me, wonât you sweetheart?â His request is soft and whispered against your lips, but at your delayed response, his roughened hand kneads your thigh harder. âWonât you?â
You pull away from him to answer, âI will,â and try to chase after him, but much to your disappointment, Hongjoong leans back.
A low buzz comes from between his fingers, and you realize your forgotten vibrator was still in Hongjoongâs hands. At the noise, you feel yourself getting wetter, your underwear now uncomfortably clinging to your skin.Â
Squirming to adjust yourself, your thighs close around Hongjoongâs hands. He smiles at the action and takes his hand away from your jaw. âHands.â
Confused, you stop your squirming and bring your hands between your bodies. His hands wrap around your wrists, pushing them above your head and pressing the vibrator over your underwear in one quick motion.Â
A surprised whimper escapes your lips. The tight grip of his hands feels so good around your wrists, but the stimulation from the vibrator felt torturously low over your cotton panties.
âFeels good, right sweetheart?â He wiggles the vibrator over your clit and laughs lowly when you roll your hips to meet his movements. âThis is what youâre used to, isnât it? Level 1?â It doesnât take long for your orgasm to build even if the buzz of the vibrator was dull.Â
Usually, this process would take you much more time. Itâd have to be well into the night, your roommate fallen asleep long ago. The work at your desk should no longer have the capacity to take any more of your attention, and sleep should be the last thing on your mind. You had a playlist, a hot celebrityâs shirtless picture, and most importantly, privacy.Â
But the woody smell of Hongjoongâs cologne, his calloused hands at your thighs, and his cocky self-satisfied smile had you close in no time.
âPlease, please,â you ask, rolling your hips. Hongjoong presses against you and holds the vibrator down, and you whimper pathetically.
âGonna cum already?â Hongjoong asks, devilishly smiling down at you. âThatâs okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and cum for me.â
And you do. With your eyes closed, you let your head fall back against Hongjoongâs pillows and slightly tug your hands in his grip. Your orgasm comes quick and hard, the buzz finally falling away from your clit.Â
Catching your breath, you open your eyes to look up at Hongjoong zeroed in on the sight between your legs. Unfortunately for you, you now feel more awake than youâve ever felt and letting the reality of the situation sink in, shut your legs.Â
Hongjoong doesnât let your actions faze him, and instead, he moves to rub the skin of your hips. âFelt good?â You nod, but before you could let your overthinking thoughts interrupt him, he adds, âI bet it did, but look at you. Thereâs a mess in your cute panties, and I can hear your heart beating from here. Iâd barely call this relaxed, barely enough to get you sleeping.â
âIââ You knew that, but you truly thought one would do the trick. Instead, your hips felt stiff, and the stickiness in your underwear was begging to be taken care of. I want more, I NEED more. Collecting your rambled thoughts, you look back at Hongjoong whoâs patiently waiting for your explanation. âCan you help me, please?â
An evil smile overtakes Hongjoongâs face and makes you clench disappointedly around nothing. âOf course I can help you, sweetheart.â You can feel yourself gushing, breathing out a sigh of relief when Hongjoong moves down to take off your underwear.Â
âWhat a pretty mess youâve made,â he says, hungrily looking at the result of your first orgasm. Your arousal leaked through your underwear, and you just know youâve stained his sheets. Your cheeks warm with embarrassment, but you still whine, wanting the panties out of the way.
Catching your intentions, Hongjoong simply laughs, grabbing the vibrator once more. It comes to life again, this time loud and more aggressively. Level 2.
Level 2 was uncharted territory. The night youâd gotten the vibrator, youâd turned on each setting while twirling the device between your fingers. 1 was fine, it felt low and steady. But having 2 turned on for only a minute numbed the pads of your fingers. Youâd avoided Level 3 out of sheer fear, never even letting the setting touch your fingertips.Â
Hongjoong doesnât take your underwear off, no matter how much you squirm. Instead, he rubs your slick through your panties and wet his lips as he lets the vibrator rest against your thighs.
Slowly, he trails the pink bullet closer and closer to your pussy. Frustrated at his pace, you raise your hips in search of the vibrator. âYou said youâd be good for me, sweetheart,â he teases. When he asks for your hands again, you give them away at record speed, only prompting more teasing. âI told you Iâd help you, and I will,â he says, pinning your arms tightly above you.
The smile decorating Hongjoongâs face is dangerous, and then you realize you would do anything he asked you to. Here, in his room, on his bed, you were ready to become what you avoided so well for the past four years.
At your hitching breath, he nestles the vibrator onto your clit, the stimulation making your head spin. Letting him take away your arms felt good, too good, and when you tug against them, his hold only tightens, making you gush.Â
âHowâs Level 2 feel, hmm?â Hongjoong asks, kissing up your neck. It felt good; you know it did. It was stronger and made your leak with need, but the presence of your underwear was too overpowering.
With a newfound devotion and growing distaste of your wrecked panties, you tug again. âJoongie, please,â you whine. âTake them off,â you plead.Â
As the nickname falls out of your lips, Hongjoongâs eyes darkly narrow and his smile falls away. Afain, much to your disappointment, he lets your arms go. Moving the vibrator in slow, calculated circles, he takes his free and hooks his thumb under the waistband.Â
âYou come into my store, looking all pretty in pink, like a fucking angel, and you know what it makes me want to do, sweetheart?â You shake your head, and at the motion, the humming of the vibrator falls away from your clit. You feel a swift slap against your thighs. âDo you know what it makes me want to do?â Hongjoong enunciates for you, placing the vibrator back onto your clit, pressing down harder this time.
âNo, I donât know,â you breathlessly respond. Your thigh feels like itâs on fire, and you know your underwear is beyond saving. The stinging from the slap only builds your orgasm faster when Hongjoong speaks again.Â
âIt makes me want to ruin you,â he says, letting the band of underwear snap against your hips. âWill you let me ruin you?â
Youâd think you would have learned your lesson by now, but you nod yet again and feel another slap against your other thigh. âYes, I will! Please ruin me, please!â you beg as your second orgasm crashes down on you.Â
Hongjoong turns the vibrator back down to Level 1 and leans in to give you a deep kiss. Your breath feels like itâs been knocked out of your lungs, and you let Hongjoong explore, letting him take more and more of your air as you ride out your high on his sheets.
You let your hands tangle in his hair, and you pull him closer. Bringing your knees towards your body, your knee grazing against Hongjoongâs hardened length, prompting you to pull away.Â
âYou okay, pretty girl?â You barely have time to register the new pet name before Hongjoongâs peeling your ruined underwear off. When the cool air of his room finally touches your exposed, wet pussy, you shiver before itâs quickly replaced with a moan when the vibrator makes contact with your clit again.
âYes, but IâŚâ you start, eyeing the unfinished belt on his desk before flicking your eyes back to him, âI want more.â
âFuck,â he laughs following your line of sight. âIs that what you need, baby? You need someone to take your control from you? Be mean to you? Tie you up?â
You nod desperately. You feel like youâve never wanted anything more, just letting Hongjoong give while all you do is take.
âOkay, sweetheart,â he gives you a quick kiss. Making quick of your response, Hongjoong gets off the bed and laughs at your poor state as he takes the vibrator with him. Taking the black belt from his desk, he hovers momentarily over your form, taking in your blown out eyes and panting chest. Your hardened nipples poke over your camisole, and thereâs a glittery sheen of sweat across your collar.Â
Hongjoongâs cock strains against the material of his pants at the sight of you so fucked out for him, but he quickly files the feeling away for later. Gliding his fingers between yours, he pushes them up to the wooden rails of his headboard, wrapping the leather of the belt and securing it around your wrists.
The leather feels cool on your steaming skin, and when Hongjoong has you tied up, you feel oddly relaxed, glad your hands are restrained, leaving yourself for Hongjoong to give you as much as he thought you needed.Â
He leaves a soft kiss on the sides of your arms and trails downwards. Over your camisole, he places open kisses on your nipples, and you arch off the mattress, hungry for more. You wanted Hongjoong everywhere on your body, all at once.Â
As the vibrator is back on your bare pussy, he bites at your nipple, his tongue wetting the thin material. Your eyes shut tightly in ecstasy, and incoherent words are tumbling out of your mouth, begging Hongjoong to not stop when he moves to give the other nipple the same treatment.
His deep laughter reverberates in your chest. âI donât plan on it. More?âÂ
âYes, please,â you ask through whining gasps, and he listens, trailing his kisses up to your neck. Sneakily, he ups the level on the vibrator, and the sudden, intense pleasure of Level 2 on your overwhelmed clit feels exhilarating, making your eyes cloud over with dark lust.Â
âYouâre such a good girl, asking so sweetly to be ruined,â Hongjoong says into your neck, biting little marks into the skin. âPoor thing, hmm? You just want a good nightâs rest, right sweetheart?âÂ
âYes,â you sob, thatâs all you wanted. You thrash against the bed, feeling insatiable. You hear the switch of the vibrator click again. Level 3, and itâs brutal. The vibration is unforgiving in its strong rhythm, and the way Hongjoong is pressing it just right onto your clit doesnât help.
âJust want someone to shut that brain of yours off, fuck you dumb?â
Yes! You want to cry out as he plucks the thoughts from your mumbled mess, but the words never find themself and you choose to cry out pitifully instead. When the first tear rolls down your hot cheeks, Hongjoongâs dick painfully hardens in his pants.Â
Behind the haze of your eyes, Hongjoong finds your thoughts leaving as your orgasm builds. He wants it all gone, all the exams and assignments melting away into nothing. Eager to please, he stuffs two fingers deep into your wet walls, and all it takes is a small, gentle curl of his fingers grazing against your sweet spot and youâre cumming with a soft cry.
The vibratorâs taken away from you again, but his fingers remain in your pulsing pussy, still curled deliciously. The phantom buzz of the ruthless Level 3 is still present on your clit, and you can feel another orgasm building from nothing. The sensitivity feels like a well-intentioned punishment, but your brain feels fried from the onslaught, ready to retire for the night.
Hongjoong splays his hand over your thigh, pushing them out of the way and takes in the mess heâs left at your weeping pussy. A wet patch of your dripping and your pretty, swollen cunt throbbing around his fingers has him swallowing down his desire. âOkay, sweetheart, just one more. Can you take one more for me? Iâll put you to sleep, I promise.â
âJoongie, I canât anymore,â you tell him through sobs, tugging at the belt. White spots are dancing in your vision, and you seriously think youâre going to pass out. Not that you would mind.
âDonât you wanna sleep, pretty girl? I thought you wanted my help,â Hongjoong mocks from between your legs, cruelly curling his fingers upwards. At your desperately broken cries, with a softer voice, he travels up to kiss the shell of your ear, whispering, âColor?â
His gentle voice grounds you enough to let you respond, âGreen.â Youâre sure whatever else youâre saying makes no sense, but your legs part anyway, wanting everything Hongjoong wants to give you.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â he sends you a sweet kiss on your furrowed brows before he scissors both of his fingers inside of you, pumping and curling steadily. The pleasure has you releasing a stream of steady tears, slurred requests echoing in his room.Â
His fingers are gone too soon, but feeling his hand at your jaw, you open your eyes. His fingers are dripping with your slick, and with wide eyes, you shamelessly lean forward and take them in your mouth, tasting yourself. Your tongue swirls around tasting the effects of Hongjoongâs efforts.Â
âFuck, youâre so precious, sweetheart,â you catch him saying as he takes his fingers out and wraps his hand around your throat. Your heartbeat quickens, but Hongjoong doesnât apply any pressure, simply letting his hand rest around your throat as he pulls you in for a kiss.Â
As his tongue explores once more, you roll your hips up, grazing his cock. Youâre not sure how heâs able to stay so composed, not wanting or expecting reciprocation, but you grind upwards once more in hopes to relieve him a little.Â
The pressure of hand just slightly increases, and he releases a deep, guttural groan, pulling away from you and pinning your hips into the bed, âNot tonight, pretty girl.â He leans back and lets his teeth graze his previously left marks, sucking them darker.
Trailing his hands up your body, he squeezes at your breasts under your camisole and nips at your exposed tummy. Youâre grateful for him giving you time to recover from your back to back orgasms, but in this time, you feel your bodyâs pleas begging for sleep. Your eyelids were drooped, the exhaustion of everything weighing down on you. Your lethargic arms tugged at the belt, wanting to run your hands through Hongjoongâs hair.Â
At your frustrated whine, Hongjoong looks up from your tummy to find your lips folding into a cute pout, and he sends you a sweet smile. Moving back, he kneels in front of your tired body. With his cool hands, he grabs the underside of your thighs and pushes them back, head dropping down to your delectable pussy. Shooting you a smug grin, his tongue attacks, sucking away at your far too sensitive clit.
Feeling your thighs tense in his hold at the pleasure, Hongjoong moans into your cunt, sending delicious vibrations up your body. His warm tongue flicks back and forth, spelling out something into your pussy. In your unfocused trance, you try to make out the letters and let out a hiccuped cry when you realize what it is. S, W, E, E, T, H, E, A, R, T.Â
He takes a break to suck at your clit, nipping and licking away. And it feels heavenly, different than the vibrator, better than the vibrator. You find yourself thinking you might never need it again when Hongjoong groans against you as you roll your hips into his face. You donât think youâd ever feel this good, afraid of becoming addicted to the drug-like euphoria.Â
Your last orgasm comes quickly, Hongjoongâs tongue making quick work with your overstimulated clit. You come with a strained cry, trying to close your trembling legs around Hongjoongâs head.Â
You let all your thoughts and worries fall away, jerking against Hongjoongâs bed, rutting yourself onto his tongue. Your sharp whines and tiny cries do nothing more than make Hongjoong irresistibly want you, but flicking his eyes up to your obliterated form, he falls back, choosing to caress your shaky legs through your orgasm.Â
Youâre not sure how, but you feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Your eyelids refuse to open, and on your exhausted limbs, you can feel Hongjoongâs warm breath peppering kisses onto the heated skin as he undoes the belt around your wrists. You feel him gently place tender kisses to each wrist, whispering soft words of praise, before sleep overtakes your body.Â
Sometime later, your heavy eyelids blink open when you feel a warm rag against your thighs. âYou can sleep, sweetheart. Iâll take care of you,â Hongjoongâs deep voice says, lulling you back into a well-deserved deep sleep.
Author's Note II: What'd you guys think? There's actually a nearly completed scene I wrote for this fic that just didn't fit into the actual story, but I'm thinking of releasing it as a bonus sometime in the next few weeks (wink wonk) so definitely look forward to that :) Thank you so much for reading, much love <3
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Stumbling into the shared apartment with Yeosang, you swiftly covered your mouth to suppress any whimpers upon seeing your boyfriend peacefully napping on the living room couch.
After carefully placing your heels by the shoe rack, you quietly tip-toed past his slumbering figure and slipped into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you with utmost care to ensure he wasn't disturbed from his much-needed rest.
It was only upon reaching the sanctuary of your room that you collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down your face as you cradled your injured arm close. It had been a horrible day, marked by a minor accident at work amidst ongoing tensions with your boss and difficult encounters with customers. Throughout the day, you struggled to keep yourself together, merely waiting for this moment to release all pent-up emotions.
As you sobbed into your pillows, the door to the room creaked open, causing you to panic. Swiftly wiping away your tears, you sat up, trying to compose yourself.
"Darling, you're back already? Why didn't you come say hi to me first, hm? I've been waiting," Yeosang's voice greeted you as he entered the cosy space, "You know you could've just woken me up..."
His words trailed off as he noticed your bandaged arm and tear-stained cheeks, "I-I'm sorry, Yeo, it's justâ" You couldn't stop the sobs escaping your lips at the sight of his concerned expression, cursing yourself internally for being such a crybaby.
Hearing your anguished cries, his heart clenched, and he swiftly moved to join you on the bed. He pulled you close, showering your head with tender kisses, "Hey, hey, it's okay. What happened to your arm? Are you alright? Please, talk to me, darling."
Your sobs only grew stronger in response to his care. Nestling your head against his neck, you stuttered out, "One of my c-colleagues didn't see me approaching and accidentally s-swung her envelope opener toward me. I tried to shield myself with my arm, and that's how..." You gestured to your injured arm, feeling miserable.
"I'm so sorry, darling. Why didn't you tell me? I could have picked you up from work if I had known you were hurt. And don't try to hide it from me; I know that can't be the only reason you're upset." He whispered, his lips gently pressing against your temple as he offered a comforting squeeze, careful not to worsen the pain in your arm.
The following words that left your lips broke his heart, "I d-didn't want to burden you with something so trivial, Yeo. You're already s-so busy; my work troubles must seem insignificant compared to yours."
Drawing back a bit, he cupped your face, meeting your tear-filled gaze, "What did I tell you about thinking like that? Your problems, no matter how minor you think they are, bother me if they bother you. I never want you to keep things from me again, understand? Promise me you'll always come to me first, no matter what."
He couldn't help but chuckle when your only response to that was an adorable wail, finding your vulnerability endearing as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder once more, "Y-you're the best boyfriend ever, Yeo. I l-love you so much."
Placing a gentle kiss against your hair, he grinned softly, "I love you too, darling. More than you can imagine. Now, I want you to tell me every single thing that happened at your workplace today. I'm not usually one for aggression, but I won't hesitate to deal with anyone who dared make you cry."
With a light giggle, you pulled away slightly, "Oh, you wouldn't, you little Maltese."
You squealed as he playfully tackled you onto the bed, glad to see you lightening up and teasing again as he leaned in for a firm kiss.
"A Maltese, huh? I'll show you a Doberman."
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This was super self-indulgent. I had a horrible day and ended up getting hurt in a rather similar fashion yesterday. Also wanted to show Yeosang some love after all the hate he's received for his role in my current Seonghwa series HAHA
Speaking of which, part 14 of The Way to His Heart should be out by this weekend! Hang in there, my lovelies! As always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3
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guys i think we need more club or bar story with choi san
asking to give them head w/ateez








JONGHO






jongho.
jongho and his fiery passion- something that attracts you instantly. jongho and his power- not only the strength, but in his voice and his actions. jongho and his eyes that look like they've seen a lifetime's worth sometimes, but curve like moons when he smiles- oh, his smile. that cute little gummy smile that melts everyone's hearts. jongho and his red apple hair that deserve a mention bc it made him glow so much. jongho and his playfullness. jongho, choi jongho, the man the myth the legend himself.
jongho and his lil nose scrunches too ^^


â Random texts with bf!mingi
genre: mingi x gn reader, crack, fake texts c/w: swearing, pet names, playful breakup, suggestive note: i'll make one of these for every member this was fun to make, also think this is totally the type of bf mingi would be over text, something tells me his bond with his s/o would be aggressively unserious.







