#hongjoong birthday

[itstheghostofmypast]

7/Eleven

Hongjoong x f.Reader

Genre: Fluff (pure birthday fluff)

Warnings: None

A/N: I should've been reading research papers but Hongjoong's birthdate had me tripping. It's short but it's sweet❤️ Please remember to show some 🫶 if you like it.

"7/Eleven?"

"Mhmm." smiling at him, she tossed him a bun, "It reminds me of you." Propping down next to the man, in her swivel chair, one that he had got especially for her, for whenever she'd want to drop by his studio.

Baffled at the sudden confession he stared at her then the bun, "I...is it because of my birthdate and the name?" he asked, before gently ripping the bun in half, letting out a soft gasp when the raspberry filling inside began to ooze out, dripping onto the leg of his pants.

Clicking her tongue she reached for a tissue nearby and began to wipe off the jam from his leg, mumbling a "told you they were filled," before tossing the tissue aside and turning to poke the red stain on the blue denim.

"I said you remind me of 7/Eleven because it's my favourite store! It has everything, from food to snacks, to drinks, to tea to little trinkets!"

"Somehow..." Taking half of the bun he pressed it to her lips, her mouth instinctively parting, welcoming the tangy taste surrounding the soft texture of the bun, watching her chew he continued, "That explanation confused me more" he whispered, swiping the excess jam off the corner of her lip with his thumb, only to bring it back to his lips and taste it, humming in delight.

With a frustrated groan, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, the armrests of their chairs bumping into each other, "Man, you are so slow" whining she interlaced their fingers, with her free hand she reached for the remaining bun, and copied his movements, pressing the bun against his smirking lips.

Arrogant bastard.

With a little huff, she pressed the bun, making sure to make a mess with the jam, spreading it all over his lips before shoving the whole bun in his mouth. He jerked at the sudden roughness, letting out a low whine, since his dominant hand was occupied - held captive by her- he reached to wipe off the filling with his free hand, swiping at it with his index finger and then pressing it against her frown, "Okay, elaborate so my dumb brain can understand." With that he slipped the finger past her lips, watching her with great intent, letting her clean his finger with her pretty little mouth, pulling back with a loud pop, once she was satisfied.

"Didn't anyone tell you to not play with your food?" he mused, only for her to roll her eyes and glance down at their laced fingers.

"What I meant was, that it's a comfort store, it's bright, it's warm when you feel cold and cool when you feel hot. It has food that makes your heart swell with joy, and the store itself is like your companion. I've had so many lunches alone, and that store's always been my friend, one that never let me down" She paused to glance up at him, admiring how his cocky smirk had turned into a gentle smile, eyes boring a certain kind of softness that was only reserved for her, "Exam days or days where I just wanted to give up, I'd end up there, I don't know, I guess I was just drawn to it all, the low buzz of the fridges, the way the air carried a certain warm buttery scent to it, even if I didn't eat anything there or didn't need anything, I'd just be there, like I am here..." whispering she brought his hand closer, pressing a gentle kiss the back of his hand, "So, my birthday boy, you are my 7/Eleven, my companion, one who bought me a special chair for his studio, one who lets me eat here, lets me drop crumbs all over his desk, one who lets me sleep on the couch at odd hours of the night because I don't want to go home to an empty apartment."

Letting out a content sigh he smiled at her, the tips of his ears turning pink at her little confession, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he turned around staring at the screen, letting out a, "Let's finish this quickly so I can treat my girl to a proper birthday dinner."

"Shouldn't I be giving you a treat, birthday boy?" she asked, now cleaning up the crumbs off his desk, earning a small nope from him.

A comfortable silence settled between the two as she leaned back in her chair, watching him type away, admiring the way the light reflected off his well-sculpted face, his giant glasses adding a touch of cuteness. Only to notice the boyish little smile that had her heart doing flips, one that he had given her when he had first confessed to her.

What she didn't know was that her little surprise visit was probably the best gift he had received today, one that he would cherish for years to come. It's not like this was the first time she had told him how much he mattered to her, but perhaps he was on the softer side today, perhaps his birthday made him feel more special, and perhaps she made him feel special.

[momhwa117]

sobbing cz I have tuition in seventeen hours from now ...and Hongjoong goes live for his bday then...😭😭😭

I wanna see at least one live ...i literally joined JONGHO'S BDAY LIVE...AND HE WAS LIKE BYE I'M ENDING NOW...

[choisanmybeloved]

Happy Birthday to our faithful leader, our captain, our composer, our pirate king, Kim Hongjoong 🎂🎁🎉

[ba0shanblack]

Joong said Hwa is: “Quieter than anyone else, but when he spreads his wings he is more gorgeous than anyone, like a peacock”

Hwa said “maybe these are the words I needed to hear the most” and that it hit more coming from Hongjoong ❤️‍🩹❤️

[yunwooz]

― kim hongjoong, 1998 NOVEMBER 07    ❝ one day, when you don’t pay attention to ateez as much as before, i hope you will hear my name and remember you were happy and loved by me ❞ dearest captain, i hope that in all the days to come you are happy and know that you are loved by us ♡ ―

[atzupdates]

HJ 🌠 [240323] Twitter Update "Happy Birthday🥳🥳🥳"

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hongjoong (ateez)

[nnnnnnnothingtoseehere]

Happy Topaz month!! 🐿 🐈‍⬛️

[wooyoungisbaby]

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i love to make gifs like this bc it makes it easy to compare how differently they do certain moves :))

[itstheghostofmypast]

Screw You!

Soulmate/Corporate AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

Est.Read Time: 13 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Yes, I did write myself a birthday fic- I am not delusional. Also, I had been keeping @justsomekpopstuff 's request literally for this day!

Soulmates, the concept of love, the proof of your "other half" sounds like a load of fun until you realise there's an expiry date on that fun little deal. The beauty of this ideal world was that each soul is blessed with an ink, an ink that morphs into a phrase or a sentence, one that is uttered by their other half at one point of their lonely lives.

In this fundamentally twisted world, she was one of the few who had been blessed with one of the most horrendous soulmate one liners, "Being on time means, no overtime." One she'd gladly cover up with a long sleeved shirt, a cardigan, coat or whatever she could find- yes, she had once thought of getting a tattoo over it, but apparently that was illegal? Like, okay?

As a child, she'd stare at her forearm before glancing at her parents' palms. Both had a single word on their palms, their names. Her bestfriend had a cute phrase on her wrist, one that had her taste the bitter sweet awe at the back of tongue when she saw the boy mumble that question to her platonic soulmate, "Be my starlight?" It was sweet, adorable, swoonworthy even, but like any normal teenagers, her hormones told her a different story, "You're dying single."

As the years passed by she still clung onto some form of hope, wishing that whoever this was, was some good-looking corporate hunk and NOT SOME OLD MAN- mind you, this thought had only occurred to her when her sister had stumbled across her soulmate by accident at a cafe. The young but clumsy barista had almost dropped her coffee on her. Instead, he placed his hand in the way, smiling through the pain as he hissed, "Ain't hotter than you." Granted, Mingi was a weird dude, but he was the one her sister was destined with and as much as she admired the two pair in their late teens, the girl who had hit 21 had an epiphany, "Fate hates me."

Life went on, though. People around her were slowly reuniting with their other halves, but her- screw Plato's theory of other halves. He didn't know anything. Soon enough, she found herself coming home to an empty apartment, waking up in a cold bed, staring up at the dull ceiling, letting the silence hug her with its melancholic tune. There was not much she could do anyway, everyone would remind her not to lose hope, the ugly, rude, black ink in cursive was a sign of assurity that there was someone out there for her. Yeah, an old balding, stubby man, probably with a beer belly and all that crap- yes, this could be a horrid over exaggeration. Looks didn't matter. Personality did. That was true, but then, even if he was a sweet person, why would her other half say something so pointless? Something so blunt and rude?

Yes, that was the paradoxical dilemma that had her up on alternate nights. What if he is a good-looking hunk, but is a total prick! There was no winning in this situation. To top it all off, she had managed to somehow land herself a small little place on the corporate world- now proudly titled as a team leader, she could gladly say that this world was nothing more than a dog eat dog world and she was the bone fate had been chewing on for almost 26 years.

And when our poor, little, angel-hearted, extremely polite and definitely not bitterly sarcastic protagonist was not wailing about the ink on her forearm, she was daydreaming about choking the man on the 28th floor. The bastard who had been the bane of her existence, joining on the same day together but, oh, since he was oh so great at licking them boots, he'd managed to score a bit higher than her. Misogyny at its finest. Who cared if he wasn't even aiming for the same goal as her? Who cares if he was part of the finance team!? Sure it wasn't his fault the advertising head wasn't a fan of her, delaying her promotion till the old prick had finally retired- still, her current higher up, should have at least suffered the same way! To some extent.

"Some people are just lucky." She grimaced at the way her annoyingly sweet best friend had uttered during one of their afternoon coffees, placing a hand on hers, "And, if we remember correctly, you're the competitive one. I told you not to turn it into a competition." Yes, she did handle that situation maturely, chugging down her coffee, grumbling about how break was almost over, leaving the cafe with a, "I'll tell Seonghwa you've been eying up Choi Stupid from work."

Choi Stupid. Technically, that wasn't his name, but let's call him that. Initially, she had thought he was kinda nice, cute too, but then he was just too nice? How do you get everyone to like you? Can you actually be this nice? No, she was sure he was a snarky, mean bastard deep down- yes, he did manage to get the intern manager to like him as well, yes that man would praise Choi Stupid even if he was in the wrong, even if she did better than Choi Stupid, he was somehow appreciated that day too. Eventually she had just began to ignore him, only give him one word responses, but one thing was for sure, Choi Stupid was as competitive as her, but unlike her, luck had been on his side since the start, which is why his boss was a nice lady, while her's was Satan's retired manwhore- for sure.

And as fate would have it, with the annual dinner approaching, the teams and departments were working insynch, collaborating, especially the marketing and the finance department and although she loved such creative opportunities there was one problem- Choi Stupid by default was her boss during this project. And he had made sure to make her already miserable life ten times worse.

Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

It all started when she had woken up to the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, opening the door to her family and friends who had come to give her a surprise birthday party- hey, not her fault her birthday landed on a 'working Saturday'. So yes, like any unlucky, lonely, sad 26 year old she had celebrated her special day till around 3 A.M. before knocking out cold and waking up late for work- the best way to celebrate the new year.

With a sigh she leaned back against the chair, unsure if the creaking was coming from it or her poor back, before glancing at the wall clock, leave it to Choi Stupid to have her finishing up everyone else's tasks- technically the reports were her domain, she was team leader after all, but still, she has been here since morning, she had missed her lunch with her family and her usual afternoon coffee with her friends- what a way to enjoy the day.

There was no one else on the floor but her, a part of her wanted to abandon the work and just leave, but the more responsible portion of her soul was already busy beating her up for slacking off like this. Yawning in defeat, she hunched over the desk, glaring at the screen of her desktop, audibly sighing when the familiar clicking of shoes approached her, ignoring the way they progressively got closer.

She actually forgot about him for a moment, busy reading a report, thinking of what to add when she felt him hovering next to her, "It's bad enough you have me working on my birthday, I don't need you to baby me."

With a heavy sigh, he controlled the urge to roll his eyes, placing the coffee cup on her desk in a civil manner. What was she five? Complaining about her birthday like that, it's not his fault she was late. In fact, he had to stay overtime as well, because of her! Her presence was irritating enough, but the constant pestering of his friends about his lack of significant other had him huffing all day, especially when the boss-man asked him today, "Sannie boy, you better look for her quick, you seem to be sulking these days." He only gave the bastard a tight-lipped smile, easy to say for a man who apparently found his other half at the age of ten - oh how San would give anything remotely like that. Imagine knowing your other half for so long, hell, the only people he'd known for a while her of course, his family and friends....and....her.

"What you staring at, Choi? This part of your overtime punishment?" She snapped him back to reality, snatching the cup off the desk in a graceless manner. He didn't deserve a thank you.

He could only scoff at her reaction, pushing up his glasses before shaking his head, she was hopeless, whoever gets stuck with her probably would be sent directly to heaven- considering his punishment would be to spend the rest of his life with this creature. Giving her one more glare, he mumbled, walking away, "Being on time means no overtime."

Her body jerked at the sudden realisation, twitching as her head whipped in his direction, staring at that disgusting-or not- broad back, her lips moving quicker than her brain to process, her automatic defense system kicking in before she could stop herself, instantly having him freeze in his tracks as her voice echoed, "Oh, SCREW YOU!"

An audible gasped caught his burning ears, though he stood there in place, ever so slowly the pieces coming together, forming a picture that had him laughing at the irony.

Her hand slapped against her mouth, eyes widening when she saw him turn around and glare at her, slowly walking towards her, staring her down hard. Clearing her throat, she tried to mumble an apology- wonderful girl, make sure he hates you the moment you meet him, HELL HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME!?

"S-San I-"

Her words caught up in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Approaching her with careful steps he tugged on his tie in an aggressive manner, ignoring her when she tried to speak as he trapped her between the desk and his body, popping open the first two buttons of his crisp white dressshirt with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder, rolling his eyes when he noticed her close hers in fear, hande covering her face.

"THIS IS HARRASSMENT-"

"Read." His calm voice cut her off, gently giving her shoulder a squeeze, signalling her to do as told.

She peeked through her fingers, scanning the exposed neck line, about to scream, or possibly kick him down south. That is when her eyes caught trace of a cursive right above his collar bone.

"What...the...hell. " With a faint whisper she lowered her hands, not noticing how he was now looking at her with a certain softness, not noticing how his hands were on her waist, too busy to notice how his face was flushed, his ears burning a bright pink when she traced the phrase on his skin with the tip of her fingers, mumbling, "Oh, screw you..."

"I can't believe it, all this time, it was you." He mumbled, letting her have her moment, but not stopping with his, staring at her with a new kind of tenderness, "I spent my entire life thinking this meant my other half would reject me...I was made fun of till this day....I just...If I had known-"

"I thought I'd be married to an old, bald suited man."

His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes, "What...do you mean..."

"This, you fool, who says this to someone you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?" She snorted, unbuttoning her cuff and rolling up her sleeve to show the statement on her forearm, letting him gently grip her wrist, bringing her closer so he could read, "I...yeah I see what you mean-Wow, we just had really weird things to say, huh?" He smiled, looking up at her, and for some ungodly reason, those dimpled and stupid glasses suddenly made her heart beat a little too fast for her liking.

"Speak for yourself. What I said was cool as hell." She mumbled, trying to distract herself, trying not to jump into his arms and break down, to think they met three years ago, and never knew any of this.

His brows raised at her statement, almost about to say something before choosing to lean closer to her, smirking at the way her eyes widened like a dear caught in headlights. Her hands gripped the lapels of his coat, eyes closing when he was a breath away - until she heard a soft click and his warmth disappeared.

"Oh, look, I guess you don't need to work overtime anymore." He chuckled, eying how she stood there dumbfounded, staring at the desktop he had turned off, while he placed her things in her bag for her before slinging the laptop bag over his shoulder, "I'd take your purse too...but...the red doesn't go well with my outfit."

A loud cackle resonated across the empty floor, causing Choi Stupid to smile like a mad man at the woman who was running towards the elevator with him hot on her heels behind her.

The doors closed with a ding as he glanced at her, blushing at how she was shamelessly staring back at him, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall of the elevator with a smirk.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head, knowing he wasn't gonna like whatever was coming next.

"Lady luck ain't on your side no more, buddy."

"Why'd you say that??" He asked, raising a brow, somewhat amused at this sudden boost of energy she was now blessed with.

"Gotta spend the rest of my your pathetic life with me."

"Actually, I think I'm pretty lucky. Not only do I get to do that, I still have an hour or so before your day ends...so technically, I think you're finally getting a bit lucky there...having your other half save you and take you out on a nice relaxing dinner for your birthday."

The doors opened as he walked out, chuckling at her gasp, amusing how quick she was even in those heels.

"Save me!? From who!?"

Opening the car door for her, he gestured for her to sit and smiled while closing it, "From Choi Stupid." Laughing at the muffled whining that he could hear while he walked over to his side of the door. Truly lady luck had never left his side, because from the day he had seen her, he had wished she was the one, even when she was being her gremlin self- a part of him wished it was him.

By the time the two had gotten to the road a comfortable silence had settled between them, and a small smile had graced his lips, especially when he had felt her lace their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze.

She glanced at their hands, sighing in relief, grateful and somewhat pleasantly surprised, feeling a bit too giddy when he raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, before casually beginning to drive again.

What a birthday surprise indeed.

Taglist: @edenesth @skteezcursed @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky @bunnyluvr25 @s-h-y-a @ateezswonderland

[syncoflove]

[📷] ATEEZ JAPAN 4TH SINGLE 「Birthday」

Concept Photo Unit

SINGLE RELEASE 2024.10.02

[fandom-glazed]

ot8's birthday

[themardybum]

BIRTHDAY music video by ATEEZ

[yunwooz]

HONGJOONG ❀ HAPPY BIRTHDAY 231107

[atzupdates]

[240723] ATEEZ JAPAN 4TH SINGLE 「Birthday」

Concept Photo A 'HONGJOONG' & 'SEONGHWA

SINGLE RELEASE 2024.10.02

[sanjoongie]

𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕩

🌌Pairing: Alien! Hongjoong x Future Emperor! Reader (gn with female body)

🌌Genre: smut

🌌Au: Sci-fi au, Alien Au, Royalty au

🌌Trope: s2l

🌌Word Count: 2,310

🌌Warnings: Hongjoong calls you sweetheart, oral (f), fingering (f), squirting, breeding kink, alien cock (ribbed for your pleasure), insect cock, Hongjoong has a very long tongue, begging, nipple play, creampie, rough sex, sex from behind, desperate needy Hongjoong, biting

🌌Rated: 18+ MDNI

🌌Summary: as heir to a Galactic Empire, no one stops you from doing exactly what you what--or who--but there is one man in the galaxy who is capable of pulling you in, and making you focus. As he sweeps you up in a dance at a masquerade ball, he also sweeps up your heart in the process

🌌Author's Note: happy birthday @potatomountain Ares! I decided to write you a sci-fi/alien story since you do enjoy mine so much. Also I tried to write a little bit of Rebel Ares, or perhaps, how I view you. Please enjoy your day (i really hope you don't work it 😭) and i hope this gives you a little shot of serotonin

You swept into the ball dedicated to the Aurorian Galaxy with the most rule-pushing article of clothing you could find. The shocking keyhole back had everyone gasping as you passed them and you couldn't help but smirk slightly at the wave that echoed behind you.

“Should they be…” A shocked whisper was said behind a raised hand.

“Surely not!” A firm head shake and even more disgusted frown marred the others lip.

The last thing you wanted to do was join a stuffy Galactic Ball. At least this one was a masquerade. The point was for others to mingle and for no intimidation of one's status to affect the conversations. 

However, you were here to break all the walls, so to speak. 

You grabbed a sparkling violet beverage and shot it back. You placed the empty spiral- flute glass back on the tray of the server, their jaw on the floor at how quickly you downed it.

None of the guards came for you and the crowd settled down slightly. The nobility and politicians who knew who you were gossiped and the ones who didn't were leaning in to hear who you were.

Heir to the Aurora Galactic Empire, you were whoever you wanted to be. Even your parents had given up a long time ago to make you fit a certain mold. They just hoped to be dead before your activities toppled down their Empire, whatever the future may bring with your choices.

“May I have this dance?”

You dug your heels in, encountering the only being in the room who was capable of making you halt: Kim Hongjoong, the current ruler of the planet 1117. 

The newly classified planet didn’t have a name, until the current Emperor christened it anyway. The inhabitants of the planet were… interesting to say the least. They were insect-like in nature, sporting cute little antennas on their foreheads and had multiple arms. 

Hongjoong only offered one hand while tucking the other three arms behind his back and bowing the correct degree for a king to the heir of an empire. The whispers only got louder at the motion so you thought it best to grab Hongjoong’s hand. Why not push the envelope some more this evening?

The barely-there lace mask across Hongjoong’s face did nearly nothing to hide his noble-like features. His prominently-slopped nose was obvious, as well as his pink, luscious lips quirking into a polite smile. But his eyes, all black and multifaceted were almost hypnotizing but also not hidden.

But as Hongjoong stepped on a podium that whisked dancers away, his two bottom arms pulled you close to his body as the two top held your hand and curled around your body respectively. You could feel what was hidden, his body under the suit he was wearing. 

“There are a lot of eyes on you tonight,” Hongjoong mentioned. You noted the tightness to his smile. 

You shrugged. “It’s usually like that, no matter what I do.”

Hongjoong’s antennae moved around on his head, his face a picture of puzzlement. “I do not understand you, it seems, although you lure me in with your scent.”

You blinked, not quite sure you heard that properly. “I what?”

Hongjoong pursed his lips to the side in thought. “You give off feelings of anxiety yet you carry yourself through this room like you own it.”

You laughed nervously. Uh oh, the jig was up. “I do own it.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “Do you know much about my culture?” he led with a question instead. 

You hummed non committedly. “I know your kind works similar to insects.”

The lower branch of Hongjoong’s arms tightened. “My kind has been without a queen for some time.”

You lifted your hand in the air and another spiral flute of the violet bubbly zoomed to your hand. You and Hongjoong maneuvered through the air-dancing, several platforms flitting with the classical music. You needed another drink. But that wasn’t going to stop how intoxicating you were finding Hongjoong. His conversation wasn’t what you were used to.

“Did you lose her?” You joked. 

Hongjoong shook his head. “The last queen was killed when my kind decided we no longer wanted to live at her mercy and her mercy only. But now, we cannot produce more of our kind.”

“Aw, that’s kind of sad,” You frowned.

Hongjoong shook his head. “We are not at war but I find… our culture is lacking without the youth.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Is that important to you?”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened. “Of course!”

You couldn't help but laugh at how passionate Hongjoong looked--and also cute. “Is there anything you can do about finding a new queen?”

“Well, you see…” Hongjoong’s eyes dropped downwards. “My senses are giving me hints that you are queen material.”

You burst into laughter, you couldn't help it. “I’m so sorry, Hongjoong. I’m used to my parents telling me that I’ll tear the galaxy apart when I inherit the title.”

Hongjoong shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t understand. Your pheromones scream that you are royalty. I am fighting my own instincts as we dance.”

“What? To make me your queen?” You laughed again.

Hongjoong’s face was so serious, it made you swallow nervously. “I would take you to my ship and leave this party. I would fill you with my seed to guarantee that the next generation was on its way. I would do many things that are not appropriate.”

You thought for barely a second before your baser instincts gave in. “I’ve never seen the inside of your kind’s ship.”

Hongjoong’s lips parted slightly. “You… do not shudder at what I say?”

“Hongjoong, there is nothing I wouldn’t love more than to leave this ball. For all its glamour and glitz, the only thing good here in this room is you.”

That was all it took to get Hongjoong to lead you away from the palace and to his ship. No guards dared stop you as you left the ball. They knew the scenes you were capable of throwing, and that would ruin the night for your parents. So they kept their eyes straight ahead as you let the four-armed alien lead you into temptation.

But once you had a taste of being adored by a four-armed man with the ability to sense the shifts in your mood, you knew there was no going back.

You braced yourself backwards against the ship’s console. Hongjoong was crouched between your legs, plying his tongue between your folds. His upper set of arms held your legs open, cupping just under your knees, while one lower arm cupped your ass and the other kept your pussy lips open so that he could tongue fuck you. 

You reached one arm between your legs, to run your hands through his fluffy, soft hair. You tried not to grab harshly, but you needed something to hold onto, some connection of more to keep it together. Hongjoong may have never ate you out before but his antenna’s stayed moving, and his technique stayed adjusting as he followed your lead. 

“So fucking good,” Hongjoong panted between your legs, like he was the one receiving the pleasure right now. 

“Hongjoong,” was all you could say, getting slightly dumb at how good you were feeling.

“I could feast between these legs all day,” he whined. 

“I could--” Another strained moan broke from your legs, “I could live with that.”

Hongjoong stuck a finger in you, then two, curling them inside of you, but also scissoring them out. Was he prepping you? 

“As my queen, that’s all you would need to do. Stay in bed, eat, be healthy and happy. And I could fuck you all the time. Fuck you full of my cum to ensure that my kind will have young again. Would you do that for me? Would you become mine?”

The combination of Hongjoong’s honeyed words and his fingers inside of you made you come undone. You squirted, thighs shaking, and crying Hongjoong’s name. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make you react the way he wanted. Did his words work the same?

Your legs slid to the floor as you slowly kept yourself upright. Hongjoong’s larger-than-life tongue was wiping his face of your juices, as well as licking between his fingers as well. “You taste fertile, sweetheart.”

“Ho-hongjoong!” You half laughed, and half shrieked. 

The four-armed man looked at you with serious eyes as he undid the belt to his pants. His blazer had been tossed onto the captain’s chair earlier. He lifted his button down from out of the waist of his pants at the same time. “Most flee at this moment. I had to take what I could from you if you too would run.”

“Flee…?”

The air was pregnant with anticipation as Hongjoong pulled down his pants. His cock was unlike anything you had ever had the pleasure of viewing before. It was ribbed and bulbous. It appeared to be the ultimate pleasure device for a cunt; it looked as if it was made to plug up a cunt so that it could pump it full of cum. 

Hongjoong’s antennae wiggled in the air nervously. “You are not…afraid?”

So, you did what any slut would do upon seeing a cock clearly made for them: you turned around, leaned forward onto the ship’s thankfully powerless console, and said, “Fuck me, Hongjoong.”

With a pathetic whine, Hongjoong moved behind you, lower hands wandering over your ass while the upper hands caressed your back. “I need you,” he whimpered.

“I'm all yours,” You whispered.

Hongjoong played the fat head of his cock against your drenched lower half before slowly pushing in. You could hear his panting as he took his time, ensuring you adjusted to him. Each time your pussy passed over another rib on his cock, you moaned at the sensation.

“So good for me,” Hongjoong cooed behind you. 

One hand was guiding Hongjoong's cock, another hand curved gently over your hip. Once he was inside of you full hilt, he leaned across your back. A hand turned your head to the side so that he could kiss you. Another played with your nipple languidly. Then, his hips receded, pulling back his cock and making you moan all over again as each rib pulled your pussy lips apart. 

It went like this for what seemed like hours. Hongjoong pushing along your pussy walls with his alien cock, making you feel each and every inch. You were in seventh heaven but from the sounds of Hongjoong’s dry sobbing, he was the one suffering. To his credit, he never asked to speed up, and he never took advantage of your nirvana state. He simply thrusted into you, aiming for your pleasure before his.��

Eventually, regardless of the snail pace, Hongjoong’s cockhead passed over the spongy part inside of you one last time and you saw stars. Pleasure lapped at every nerve, making you cry out Hongjoong’s name, because you knew exactly who had given you the toe-curling orgasm. 

And still Hongjoong was a good boy. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He whispered, petting your hair and wiping your brow simultaneously with his multiple hands. “My cock was built to give you pleasure, all you have to do is take it.”

“But…what about…you?” You gasped between breaths, still feeling the mini shockwaves of pleasure through your system.

Hongjoong whined and his teeth dug into your shoulder; not too hard but enough to leave temporary marks. “I only come when you allow me to. You’ll let me, right? Let me fill you up? You want me to, right?”

A person could get used to this kind of begging and worshipping. Maybe you should give up the weight of a Galactic Empire and settle for being Queen on planet 1117.

“You can come inside me, Hongjoong,” You said sweetly.

It was like a switch with Hongjoong. Where before he never took a step over the boundaries of making you come, with your permission, he was a feral beast. His pace was sloppy and his words were a mixture of whines and pleas. He was such a needy, desperate alien for you that you came a second time as he fucked your roughly from behind. 

“So good so fucking good,” he snarled. 

The slap of his skin against yours echoed in the chamber. 

“You're so wet and so warm and so tight. Need to fill you up. Need to make you mine. You're mine now, right? This ass. This cunt. Mine mine mine.” Hongjoong was clearly in another plane of existence right now but it was lovely to hear how much he wanted and needed you.

Hongjoong came with a desperate, high cry as your pussy walls convulsed around him a second time. His hips moved haphazardly against your ass, as he continued to spurt inside of you. “Just for you,” he said hoarsely. 

You felt Hongjoong pull out and take a step back and he cried out with panic as his cum began to drip out of your gaping hole at an alarming rate. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed two, no, three fingers inside of you to push his cum back in and plug you up. 

Hongjoong ambled backwards, holding you in his arms with his fingers still inside of you and plopped back onto the captain’s chair. 

“Something to remember for next time,” Hongjoong giggled nervously. 

“Hongjoong?” You spoke up, aware that you had to say something before you fell asleep.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Hongjoong answered, his only free hand patting your head.

“I think you were successful in making me yours.”

Besides probably spoiling you for any other human you would ever encounter, sex wise, you didn’t think you’d find anyone as dedicated to you as Hongjoong was. Luckily, the feeling was now mutual.