#THIS IS A DEMAND /hj

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

Hey so remember when I said I was too afraid to try drawing Ghost

WELL GUESS WHAT I DIDN'T HAVE TO BECAUSE @sapphire-heart-tippy DID IT FOR ME HEHEHE

He holds hands with a dead guy. He sleeps in his van. He has a shirt cannon in his pants. It's Zomburger's one and very own merch vendor, GHOST

[cloudwingcourt]

In the tone of a kid on the news greeting their mom in the background: hi mother forever

[homeless202]

I’m new here and I absolutely love your type of blogs with analysis and meta and long texts~~

I was wondering—is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship the kind that could be interpreted as romantic?

first of all, welcome and ty! and sorry it took me so long to reply, i hope u're still around anon. now to answer ur question

i'll take this opportunity to share all my thoughts on the topic bc i have Many.

TLDR: it is possible to read it as romantic if you really want to, but it's not meant to (at least not as of right now in the story aka ch.224)

deep dive under the cut as to why

-> can Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship be interpreted as romantic?

i like how you phrased that bc, the thing is, interpretation is very subjective. you're welcome and allowed to interpret things however you want, but in EY&HJ's case, i feel like you'd have to work a lil extra hard to get to that point.

-> is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship meant to be interpreted as romantic?

this one's easy bc no. objectively Not. the genre of No Home is drama and slice of life (and once upon a time, horror). even if they were to ever end up in a romantic relationship, that's not what the story is about.

when i ask myself what the author's intention is with this story, i'd say it's to (realistically) portray how a young person with trauma would navigate another young person's trauma. and showing how easy it is to unintentionally fuck it up for various reasons: lacking context as to what exactly said trauma is, generally not knowing how to navigate it, their own trauma getting in the way, lacking the necessary resources. take your pick.

think of it like "how should i carry someone else's baggage when i have my own to deal with?" while also keeping in mind they're kids; they often don't have enough experience to know how to help, and even when they know what the right thing to do is, they're not old enough to take (legal) action.

and especially, the most heart-breaking yet realistic thing, when you're just getting to know someone, you can't know everything about them. it's so easy to accidentally do or say sth that cuts or offends when it wasn't meant to. but when they've got their own issues, it's hard not to take it personally (eg. EY talking about HJ's parents without knowing his mom died not long ago in the beginning of the story).

-> what even is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship??

this one's so funny bc i have no idea how to answer and i'm convinced not even EY and HJ themselves would know how to answer. they're not really friends; they got off on the wrong foot and kept walking with two left feet way too much to call themselves friends. the things that pushed them together the most were the dorms (not anymore) and the same friend group (more or less since EY has multiple).

what fits them best i'd say is "the universe forced us together against our will and now we're stuck with one another altho we hate each other" (<- at least in the beginning) extended with the "misery loves company" sentiment. finding comfort in someone who gets it, even tho they only kinda get it but not really but it works out anyway except it doesn't <- THERE'S NO NAME FOR THAT *cry* they invented a new type of character dynamic smh (i've never read a pairing with so much (romantic) potential only to see them completely fuck up their chance so royally by the end of their interaction EVERY SINGLE TIME. like yeah, enemies to lovers whatever BUT NOT TO THAT LEVEL HOLY SHIT)

they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. they're compatible in the way they understand each other on a deeper level and incompatible in the way they don't.

...however...

this is how HJ thinks of EY: (and also what No Home is truly abt)

and this is how EY feels about HJ after EY found out HJ used to steal as well (aka that HJ isn't perfect like the stuck up bitch EY thought he was at first):

so...

<- -> EY's first impression of HJ was that he was looking down on him and sth like "does this guy have ulterior motives? or is he just that naive being so trusting?" until EY found out HJ wasn't that different from him. after that, EY started admiring HJ for still managing to achieve things in life despite the hardships he had to go through. the type of admiration that can easily (and sometimes does) slip into envy.

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since the beginning, EY has helped HJ (or at least tried to) without him knowing. sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. most times EY tried doing sth nice for HJ was (from EY's perspective) in return to HJ trying to help him or doing nice things for him (which, again, sometimes worked out, sometimes not). EY was just paying back a debt to "this stubborn naive guy who keeps getting into trouble and butting into his business. gotta look out for this idiot or he might get scammed." (<- eg. when EY offered to get HJ's money back from his uncle)

he doesn't do it for credit or friendship or out of obligation, he's just doing what he thinks is the right thing bc he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. he can't accept people just genuinely being kind, genuinely caring and genuinely wanting to help. but he's been learning and slowly coming to terms with it.

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<- -> HJ first wanted to try befriending EY despite not liking him bc, well, the guy did steal his wallet and stab him in their first interaction. after trying and failing at it multiple times, thanksgiving happened, and HJ started thinking of EY as his underclassman bc he realized EY's just a kid with issues and he should keep an eye on him (discretely bc EY hates pity).

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with time HJ has come to understand EY better by going after him whenever he ran off and slowly realized that EY does mean well and has his reasons (as fucked up as they might be sometimes). but his mentality abt EY is still "i gotta push him in the right direction cuz he's my underclassman and i unintentionally got attached to him (somehow??)" (also bc he knows EY already gave up on himself so he needs a lil help to find his way again. also also bc he knows EY is lowkey suicidal and he's scared it'll be his fault if sth happens) <- his care for EY comes from a protective/nurturing (/possibly maybe guilty) place which started when he realized EY was just a kid^^. in other words, HJ still bothers with EY out of a subconscious sense of responsibility/obligation in a way (a good way tho. or at least a way that gets better)

see, sth i struggle with is if HJ thinks he has to or wants to or thinks he should or can't just not help/care for EY. i can't exactly pinpoint where the sentiment is coming from. his face is too blank for me to read sometimes T_T

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to summarize: HJ is EY's goal, what EY wishes he could've been. and EY is HJ's 'responsibility' so to speak (bc 'burden' doesn't quite fit since HJ is there for EY willingly) -> EY has a positive opinion of HJ while HJ has a neutral opinion of EY (which is also gradually getting better)

note1: i think HJ's intention (maybe subconsciously) was to be to EY what HJ's upperclassman was to him. aka someone who's there when you need it and can help guide you. it would explain why HJ kept chasing after EY despite not really having a reason to and EY repeatedly rejecting HJ's care/help.

note2: i also believe the 'upper-under-classman' relationship dynamic fits them the best atm bc it also matches the way the story often singles EY out as he's the only second year (aka younger) of the 6 MCs.

-> Romance in No Home?

another thing i should mention is that No Home rarely leaves things open for interpretation. the deepest arguments EY&HJ had were always spelled out for us, to make us understand exactly what the problem was, and how there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. it's just two people with issuesTM.

from what we've seen in the story up to this point, i couldn't pick out a moment where i'd go "here! that's romantic! that's the moment they realized SomeThing!" yk

when it comes to romance specifically, i feel like a handful of opportunities were missed. there are scenes which could've easily been written trough a rosy lens but simply weren't.

exhibit A:

HJ was speechless bc "wow this mf really is actively picking a fight with an authority figure. i gotta make sure things don't escalate" not bc "hoLY sHiT hE's PreTTy. all his fangirls are on to something". however, this only becomes more clear when you keep reading the next few chapters, so i understand how you could interpret it as the latter.

exhibit B:

here they got so close and the moment was so deep bc "woaa he said he believes me. no one's said to me that before!". unfortunately, EY was panicking too much for it to mean something bc of the guilt he felt for HJ trusting someone so undeserving of trust like EY.

exhibit C:

this is maybe the closest we got to romantic between these two. i think this might be the only (or at least first) ever deep interaction between them that didn't end in a fight or misunderstanding. is it meant to be romantic tho? -> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-> what do i think?

first, full transparency: i went into reading this story fully expecting it to be a BL and for EY&HJ to end up together. but the more i kept on reading, the more i got the ick thinking about them being in a (romantic) relationship bc, at least from what we've seen so far in the story, their relationship would be so ToxicTM (which i personally don't enjoy reading).

as they are right now, i wouldn't want them to be together like that. like, honestly, you still can't really consider these two even friends; they just tolerate each other if the stars align correctly (altho, i'll admit, their relationship is gradually getting better!!). every big argument they had i thought "god, there's no coming back from that. i'd cut ties so quickly if was them wtf". i still don't know how they managed to keep on interacting, props to them ig.

there's a lot of unresolved issues between them. and a lot of resentment which would not bode well in a romantic relationship. the smallest argument would turn explosive and they'd be, at best, in an on&off type of relationship. they both have the power to break the other and neither would be afraid to use it. they have a lot of history together, which is not always pleasant, so if they ever were to go the romantic route, it would have to be a long way to go.

technically, i could see them in a romantic relationship if they both went to therapy first and talked out all the baggage they're carrying (both individual and shared). realistically tho, what i think will happen at the end of No Home is that either they never cross paths again after high school ends (which would absolutely break my heart Wanan pls don't), or they somehow (unintentionally) end up living together bc they both desperately needed a roommate to pay rent (which would be a hilarious fucking gag LMAO). just, HJ going to uni/work and EY doing his own thing (prolly an actor) while still cohabiting together; hanging out to watch a movie before bed <- (whether platonic or romantic being left up for interpretation)

<- -> in conclusion, from what we've seen up to this point, their relationship is mainly upper-under-classman; reluctant (maybe) friends who tolerate each other but also care (too) deeply. they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. in some ways they're compatible and in others they're not.

all this being said, their relationship is improving and romance between EY&HJ is not impossible, just rather unlikely imo. but, again, interpretation is subjective and u're welcome to read their relationship however you want.

[cuteniarose]

Just realised that apart from art and fics I also have a good number of infodump posts that I forgot to link in my masterpost and I'm actually going to stab someone

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

j'ai très besoin que dans kv2 Gauvain il parte en mission et il retrouve Yvain qui est devenu un artiste dans une troupe de théâtre itinérante et il vit sa meilleure vie

et à un moment (je suis prête à ce que ce soit dans la deuxième partie, je suis magnanime) ils s'embrassent pour régler le drama qu'ils auront eu

et après ce bon roulage de pelles, Yvain il lâche un petit "Ah ouais, quand-même" et Gauvain relance le truc car il lui a manqué et il est très à fond sur cet idiot

[anthromimicry]

[eldritch-nightmare]

chewing on liu actively rn good morning (it's 1pm)

[theflickersystem]

went outside on a walk instead of being self destructive someone praise me

[fishssoncauyay]

Asks………anyone…………… *is desperate* /j

[anthromimicry]

... do i dare say this is misao whenever she tries to get herself amped up for actually opening up to people JSJSJ

[starmocha]

hiiii here's some fresh buns for you, they're yummy and snookums flavoured: https://x.com/fishbone0306/status/1924164734594756795

that's all i've got ily byyyye xoxo

😭😭😭 OH THE SOUND I MADE— i started choking on air

OH NOVA ILYSM HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS CRAVING SOME BUNS— GONNA JUST CARESS THEM SQUEEZE THEM NIBBLE ON THEM

[romis-shitposting-dumpster]

WHAT THAT'S AMAZING PLEASE DON'T BECOME A PEDO

The inaugural page! Who's lurking behind them..

[matzofficial]

the demons are in my ears again and they're asking me to make bad financial decisions (buying more gh pt.2 albums)

[lunaetis]

@853e asked :

"i do hope i get a chocolate bar from a certain someone in this oh so special day!" his hand quick to ask eden for it though, very not subtle indeed.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  eyes of gold didn't take themselves away from the screen of her mobile phone as she was busy trying to WIN A BATTLE within her favorite game. while his footsteps were light enough to mask his presence, his aura had already given away his arrival way before his voice did. however, the TRAILBLAZER simply pretended she didn't notice him and carried on with her game. that was, of course, until his words broke her concentration and a split second was enough for her to get OHKO from the match.

                a click of tongue followed by her auric orbs staring at him in slight FRUSTRATION. " what do you want — " she already heard him, the not-at-all-subtle comment he pondered over earlier and it was made even more OBVIOUS by the way his large hand making a quick motion of give me. she squinted.

                " you are shameless. " said the stellaron vessel as she stared at him as though wordlessly inquiring if he was SERIOUS. when he refused to back out, a long sigh escaped her. while she had half a mind to chuck the nearest cushion at his head, gloved digits reached into her coat jacket and pull out a small bag of wrapped filled-chocolate then dropped it weightlessly onto his open palm.

                " i have no chocolate bar, just those. got them half-priced. " ugh. why was she humoring him, like seriously ? demanding old man. whether she had those waiting for him or it was her secret stash, one would never know. she huffed at him again, however. " happy now ? "

[mulloey]

high on it

stoners!bffs!nomin x innocentish!fem!reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: heavy dubcon, very much bordering on noncon, forced intoxication, drug use (weed), manipulative nomin, mean doms nomin, they’re very condescending, infantilising language, they are not good people. reader does end up enjoying it but absolutely cannot consent in this state. this is dark content by design. i’m not your babysitter and i’m not responsible for your triggers nor for what content grown adults consume. hate is deleted and blocked. also: unprotected sex, mentioned double penetration, sir kink, pet names, praise and degradation etc.

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“One more.”

The blunt presses against your lips, demanding access again. You shake your head weakly; pathetically. “J-Jeno,” you hiccup. “Enough, please.”

He doesn’t respond, as you knew he wouldn’t; just grips your jaw between long fingers and pries your lips apart with force. “Open.”

“Come on, pretty.” Jaemin’s voice is softer, a gentle presence behind you. His words are whispered, lips grazing playfully along the back of your neck and trailing across your skin like he’s trying to get a taste of you. “You said you wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”

You did. You do. You do want to feel good, of course you do—the problem is that you don’t feel good. Not at all.

You feel…terrible, really. Too much. Sick. Dizzy. Dazed. Your limbs are weak and fuzzy and your head is like a deadweight on your neck, too heavy to hold up on your own. It all feels wrong.

They don’t care, though; they like it, in fact. That much is plain.

They like it because it gave them a reason to pull you down into Jaemin’s lap, cooing over how weak you are, how precious and perfect you look with your eyes wide and your body limp and helpless.

And when you start to squirm again as Jeno swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, it gives Jaemin a reason to tighten his grip on you until it’s almost painful; to snake his arms around your waist and let his hands wander closer and closer to where they’ve been dying to go all night. All night, every night, for longer than they’d ever care to tell you.

The movements are slow now; careful, like you’re a tiny animal he’s trying not to spook. It’s overly cautious, he knows that—he could do pretty much anything right now and you’d do nothing but take it—but he’s always had a weakness for you. A good thing, perhaps; a softness to temper Jeno’s harder side. A balance to keep them both in check when it comes to you. Strictness without abject cruelty and kindness without undue leniency.

Like this though, his softness is purely out of kindness. Being fairly fucked up already you hardly seem to notice his hands on you; don’t feel or understand the heaviness or the possessiveness behind his touch enough to form your own opinion on whether you actually want it or not. And if you do—well, you’re tripping. Who’s to say what’s real and what isn’t. All they’re doing, as far you’ll be concerned tomorrow, is taking care of you like they always do.

“Open your mouth,” Jeno says again. His posture has tightened now, body tense. Restraint weakening. “Don’t be a brat.”

The whine you let out is guttural; you hate when Jeno calls you that word, when he scolds and chides you like a little kid. It always makes you feel so small, so embarrassed and ashamed.

And it’s even worse at times like this; when it seems to do something else, too. Something that can’t be soothed no matter how much you squirm on Jaemin’s lap, seeking a relief that doesn’t come to a discomfort you can’t place.

Hjs hold on you tightens again, and his grip feels a little more protective now. It probably is, actually; he more than anyone is familiar with Jeno’s quick temper and heavy hand and he doesn’t want to see you on the receiving end of it tonight. You’re too tiny and precious and pliant in his lap to allow that. “Ay, Jeno, she’s not a brat,” he tuts. “Don’t be so hard on her. She’s just a little dazed, aren’t you baby? Natural for a first timer.”

You nod your agreement, bobbing your head back and forth; you don’t realise you haven’t actually stopped nodding until Jeno grabs your head firmly and holds you steady in his hands. He looks…enthralled. “Fuck, you’re out of it aren’t you?” He says. His tone has softened just enough to satisfy the other man. “Little baby. Can’t handle anything. Do you even know what I’m saying right now?”

You pause for a moment, mulling it over then nod again, just once this time. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Jen, I feel weird.”

“Oh I know,” he croons. “Why don’t you have another, baby, you’ll feel better.”

Another? Feel better? You doubt that, somehow. Before you can think to reply, though, the blunt is pushing at your lips again, even firmer now. Still you try to resist it, stubborn to the end; there’s a noise of frustration, then Jaemin pinches your nose just enough to restrict your breathing until your mouth finally opens of its own accord, desperate for air and the blunt finally slips inside.

“Good girl.”

After a few more seconds, a few deep breaths guided by Jaemin’s quiet, murmured praise, it’s over; Jaemin takes his hand off your nose as the blunt is pulled away, and you can finally breathe again, unimpeded by smoke or substance. He pats your back soothingly, rubbing small patterns while you cough and splutter in his lap. “Poor darling,” he mutters. The excitement in his voice is unmistakable.

It doesn’t take long—a few minutes, maybe—for it to finally take hold. On a beginner like you the effects are delightfully obvious; eyes drooping further, body relaxing and sinking deeper into Jaemin’s hold and you stop squirming too; any ability or will to resist still lingering in your little body now finally flushed out. Now there’s nothing left but them. Their voices, their touch; their whims.

You’re not certain how you feel right now—distant, maybe? Detached—not relaxed, but not scared either. Just…

Soft lips press against your crown, breathing you in. The thoughts fade out as quickly as they came. “Poor girl,” Jaemin mumbles. “Can’t even think straight. You really are easy for it, huh?”

“How do you feel?” Jeno asks. “Can you talk?”

It takes you a moment to respond and even then your words are slow; slurred. “Yeah, I— yeah.”

“I think she’s done, Jen,” Jaemin says; he nibbles at the top of your ear, dragging his tongue down to your neck and nipping at the soft skin. “She’s shaking.”

“Shaking?” Jeno echoes, raising an eyebrow. His gaze flickers down to your hands, gripping Jaemin’s forearm and, yes, shivering just as he said. “Oh princess,” Jeno smiles. “You’re gone.”

Jaemin laughs from behind you, deep and familiar; he grabs your waist to turn you on his lap and adjust your position so you’re perched sideways, allowing him to grab your chin and turn your head to face him. His fingers dig into the skin of your waist, possessive and painful but the only thing you’re even faintly conscious of is the way he’s looking at you.

Completely and utterly crazed.

“Look at you,” he coos. “All drugged up. That feel good, honey?”

You blink, dumbfounded—you don’t even know what you want to say, let alone how you’d go about saying it. Your head is a mess, thoughts blurred and hazy and falling into each other and their voices and hands feel strange and foreign; touches distant on your skin and permeating beneath it at the same time. You’ve never felt anything like this. You didn’t know this was a feeling you could feel, so faintly and powerfully at the same time.

“Oh dear,” Jeno smiles. “Silly girl forgot her words already.” He grabs your face and pulls you forward so your forehead is pressed up against his; inescapable. “Say ‘yes sir, it feels good.’ Can you do that?”

You nod, swallowing dryly. “Yes sir.” Your gaze is locked on Jeno even as you’re speaking to Jaemin, as though your words will fail you the moment you look away, and your eyes are glazed over and empty and dumb. “It feels…feels good.”

“Oh, good girl,” Jaemin says. He pats your butt fondly, squeezing the flesh just firmly enough to make your breath hitch. “Answering me so politely. Such good manners. Doing so well, isn’t she Jen?”

Jeno grunts, fingers combing through your hair. “She is,” he says. “Should be rewarded.”

“What are you thinking?”

He’s silent for a moment; his eyes graze over your body and linger on your chest; on the flushed skin that rises and falls with each slow, laboured breath.

Then they go lower—to your little legs perched on Jaemin’s lap; clenched together like you’re desperate to keep them shut—like you’re trying to keep a secret from him. He doesn’t like that. He wants to know—to see, to touch—everything.

His hands come to rest on your knees and your eyes widen a little at the contact but you say nothing; just stare down at him with parted lips and pliant limbs as he slowly spreads your legs.

He almost wishes it was summer, so you’d be wearing those slutty pink pyjamas that you like to pretend cover your ass properly—but this blue silk number is sweet enough for him too. They’ll have it off of you soon, anyway.

“Jen,” you mumble; faintly aware, apparently. “What are you—”

“Shh,” he soothes. “Be a good girl, stay still now.”

His hand trails upwards towards your core; your breath stutters and you’re squirming a little, whining softly but he just ignores you. His hand stops just short of your pussy, squeezing and pinching at your thigh while Jaemin’s hand trails downward again; he fingers at the hem of your pyjama pants, trailing across the skin of your tummy hidden just beneath them. “So soft,” he murmurs. “So good. You like it when we touch you, honey?”

Maybe if you were sober you’d try and deny it, but in this state you—and they—know you can’t. Because their touch feels good; feels warm and comfortable and familiar even though you’ve never quite experienced it in this way.

You’ve cuddled them before, of course; you’re a touchy person, so are they and you’ve spent many a night curled up in their arms while they run large, soft palms up and down your back. The feeling of Jaemin’s fingers on your neck isn’t new, either; when you’re particularly stressed or irritable he likes to push them into your skin, rubbing at the tender flesh and fingering at your pressure points until you calm down. Even your ass is no stranger to it; Jeno in particular always seems to find his way towards it, from soft squeezes while you snuggle against his chest to accidental brushes as he walks by to a painful swat when he thinks you’re misbehaving. He says it’s not serious, that if he really wanted to punish you he’d be turning you over his knee and spanking you properly, but it hurts all the same.

And if you were a little less dumb maybe you’d see the way his eyes flash when you cry out at the pain—or the way his palm twitches at his side, desperate for more.

He’s not stupid, though—he knows you spook easily, knows you’re closed off and hesitant and he has enough composure not to break and scare you off and ruin everything they have planned for you.

Everything he does, with you in particular, is measured; planned out to the letter. He knows when to push you and when to stop.

He doesn’t stop now. He lets his hand brush across your clothed pussy, light enough that he could claim it’s accidental and he hears you gasp softly; feels your body tense at the sensation. “What, baby?”

“Jen,” you mumble. “I—”

“Hm?” He raises an eyebrow, trying to appear firm but he can’t stop the smile pulling at his lips; this is exactly how he’s always wanted you. How he knew he could get you—tiny and pliant and desperate no matter how much you try to hide it. “I’m trying to give you your reward, remember? Don’t you want it?”

“No I do, I just—”

“Jeno is trying to do something nice for you.” Jaemin’s voice is crooning, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to look into his soft but stern eyes as he speaks. “Are you being ungrateful?”

You shake your head, tears brimming again; you’re not ungrateful, of course you’re not ungrateful—you’re just high and confused and you don’t understand what they’re doing or what they’re planning or why you so desperately want more of it. They must see you starting to break; must know your composure is weaker than normal in this state because they soften quickly, stroking your flushed skin as Jeno slides your pyjama bottoms down your legs.

The chill hits you at once, cold but not quite biting but Jeno’s hands are warm as they rub up and down your thighs with feather-light touches. His pupils are a little dilated, lips parted slightly and he looks…you don’t know. You don’t know if you need to know. If you need to know anything now.

“Pretty panties, baby,” Jaemin says. He sneaks his hand around your waist to press against the thin material, right on your clit and you squeak in surprise. He raises an eyebrow, all innocence. “What’s wrong, pet? Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you say quickly. “No, it— I like it.”

He hums. “Want more?”

Yes.

“Let’s lie her down,” Jeno says. He doesn’t wait for either of your agreements before lifting you off the other’s lap and setting you down on your back, splayed across the soft couch. So far beneath them and so out of it, the sight of them standing above you, looking down with intense, predatory eyes, is as intimidating as it is thrilling.

Jeno is the first to move; he straddles you without word or fuss, cupping your head in his hands and pressing his bulge against your clothed pussy. The sensation makes you squirm, even more intense than the feeling of Jaemin’s finger earlier and the sight makes him laugh quietly. “Desperate,” he scoffs, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is rough and messy but there’s a tenderness behind it that could only come from them; could only come from your two best friends who have always done everything for you. They’ve never denied you anything—even things you didn’t even know you wanted.

Already you scarcely remember how scared and unsure you were earlier, how wrong it all felt. How could you remember, when the feeling of him on top of you, hands and lips trailing across every inch of your skin with fervent desperation, feels so right?

And more than that—he feels big too.

You’ve never been a particularly sexual person; you’ve only ever had sex with boyfriends, and even then, it was much more for them than for you. You assumed you were just asexual or something; that sex just wasn’t something you’d ever enjoy or crave and it’s a fact you’ve made peace with over time.

But now. Here. With them. You can’t think of a time you’ve ever wanted something more.

Your body is responding of its own accord; your hips lift up to press harder against Jeno’s bulge and your hands reach pathetically for him, wrapping around his waist with an iron grip. He grunts, a satisfied sound and tilts your chin upwards with a long finger. “You want me?” He breathes. “Say it.”

You just moan, already too overwhelmed to talk but the feeling of a hand in your hair, yanking your head back painfully, sobers you slightly. Jaemin’s eyes are stern, staring down at you from above. “Jeno asked you a question,” he says. “What do we do when someone asks us a question?”

You swallow, flushing slightly; this isn’t the first time you’ve been chided for this. “We answer,” you whisper. Just as they taught you.

“Good,” he says. “Answer him, then. Nothing happens until you do.”

You nod, mumbling your apology and he releases his grip; you turn back to Jeno and force the words out from your tight, scratchy throat. “I want you,” you say. “Please, Jen.”

“Good girl,” he smiles. “There’s those manners. Jaemin, why don’t you get behind her? We’ll wanna keep her still if she starts squirming.”

“I’m sure she knows better than that,” Jaemin says, the warning obvious in his tone, “but good idea. Greedy little sluts need a firm hand sometimes, don’t they? Especially stupid, drugged up little sluts.”

You’ve never heard him speak like this; even Jeno raises an eyebrow, taken aback. Jaemin fixes him with a look in return that almost seems challenging. “What, Jen?” He smiles. “Think I can’t be tough like you? I know exactly what she needs.”

“I’m not complaining. Let’s get her settled now.”

You let them sit you up—though you’re unsure how much resistance you could put up even if you didn’t want this now—and Jaemin’s body is a warm presence behind you as you sink back into it. “Hey, pretty baby,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your crown with returning softness. “Be good for us, yeah? We’ll look after you.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “Nana, please.”

“Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Tonight you’re gonna call us sir, okay bunny? Can you do that?”

“Yes sir.” The word feels natural on your tongue now and the pleased noise he makes is a reward in itself.

“Good girl,” he says. “Fuck, so good. How long’s it been since you got your little pussy filled?”

Your heart could jump out of your chest now; entire body buzzing and blurred. Your breath stutters. “A while, sir.”

Jeno grunts. His voice is hoarse, breaking under the weight of you—of his need for you. “Bet you’re tight, huh?” He rasps. “Better be.”

“Take her panties off,” Jaemin says, all authority. His thumbs trace small circles on your hips, soothing and electrifying all at once. “Sweetheart,” he mumbles. “D’you want us both in your pussy, or d’you want me in your ass?”

You blink. “My ass?”

“Whay, you never done that before?” Jeno asks. You shake your head and he laughs. “Cute. We’ll have to try it. You’d take it, right? Like our good girl?”

“Of course she will,” Jaemin answers for you. “We’ll both have her pussy for now, though. She’ll need her asshole trained if she’s never done it before. Wouldn’t wanna hurt her, would we? Not our little girl.”

“Course not,” Jeno smiles. “We’ll stretch her out some other time, then. I’m not feeling that patient today.”

You feel Jaemin’s smile against the skin of your neck as it stretches into a grin. “You think I am?”

He doesn't reply; just yanks your panties down your legs, dangling the soaking material dangling from one of his fingers like a trophy. “There,” he hums. His gaze turns back to you. “Gonna be good?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” he purrs. “Keep those legs spread for me. You’re gonna make us proud now.”

“Close your eyes,” Jaemin whispers. “Jeno’s a bit big, don’t look, hm? He’ll be inside before you know it. Breathe with me, baby.”

The feeling of Jeno’s cock prodding against your entrance makes you jolt, gasping slightly but Jaemin’s grip is as firm as it is comforting. He keeps talking, soft words you barely understand as the other pushes in and fuck, Jaemin didn’t lie—Jeno is huge. Stretching you so far it feels more like splitting. You’re whimpering, faintly aware of the tears welling in your eyes and you’d be a little worried that he’s actually hurting you were it not for numbing, dizzying pleasure pulsating through you as he finally starts to move. Everything feels good, feels present, feels alive and feels right. Even the pain of the stretch fades so quickly that you can’t help but feel like you were made for this; for him. For them.

“Fuck, good girl,” Jeno groans. He’s obviously just as affected, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to get ahold of himself. “Jesus Christ. How are you not a fucking virgin? I feel like I’m—fuck, like I’m breaking her, Nana.”

“You’re not,” Jaemin says. He presses a kiss to your cheek, listening to your soft, sharp gasps as his friend fucks into you harder. “Look at her squirming like she’s trying to take you deeper. She fucking loves this shit. Don’t you, baby?”

By now Jeno’s fucking you so hard you can barely think, let alone answer; the noise you make is somewhere between a moan and a sob and he laughs, mocking, and slaps your cheek. “Don’t go dumb yet,” he says. “Need you to feel every fucking inch of me. Need you to know exactly who’s fucking you. Tell me, baby, tell me who’s breaking you like this.”

The tears are falling freely now, sticking to your flushed cheeks, the pleasure and pain and the feeling of their attention and control almost too much to take. Not to mention the foul, filthy words coming from their mouths like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

They’ve never spoken to you like this before; never even hinted at a proclivity for that sort of thing. They like to tease, sure, but this isn’t teasing; it’s degrading, objectifying, and the way Jeno thrusts into you with every word makes you somehow feel like this is how they wanted to treat you all along.

And what’s worse, what’s even more humiliating, is how electrifyingly right it feels to be treated like this. How it lights you up; like this isn’t just how they wanted to treat you but how they were meant to; how you always needed and wanted and craved to be handled.

You’re sobbing their names, over and over like a prayer and you don’t know if you could stop even if you wanted to. Nor do you know exactly what it is you want; what you want beyond them, them, them.

“Jeno.” It feels like every time you speak your voice is smaller and weaker and more strangled.

“That’s it,” he grins. “Yeah. I’m doing this to you. We are.”

The next thrust is the deepest yet; he holds it there for a moment, dick pressing against your cervix, relishing in the way your cries get louder and more desperate. “God,” he moans. “Perfect. Perfect pussy. Shit, Jaem.”

Jaemin’s grip from behind you has tightened immeasurably, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. The feeling of his bulge pressing against your lower back tells you he’s going to be just as difficult to take as Jeno; you let your head fall back to rest on Jaemin’s shoulder, eyes closed and he wraps his hand around your neck, warm and firm.

“There we go,” he coos. His grip tightens, just heavy enough to notice; it feels steady and comforting and warning all in one. His voice drops. “Now. Are you ready for both of us?”

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[bambikisss]

To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

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