#when he had reader bent over in front of the mirror and she said hj looked big and god-like 😩😩💗

[woosluv]

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DOLL

♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, fashion designer au, sugar daddy!hongjoong, designer!hongjoong, aged up!hongjoong, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, mirror sex, use of pet names, daddy kink, praise, sexual language/dirty talk

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.8k

♔ SUMMARY — “you’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all mine to dress up, and all mine to do with as i please.”

Your hands roamed your frame, running along the curves of your hips. The silky fabric of the outfit you wore was smooth under your touch and you hummed approvingly as your eyes soaked in your appearance in the tall mirror. Every detail — from the dainty skirt to the top’s plunging neckline — was immaculately designed. The ruby red was an unusual color for you, one you wouldn’t have normally picked, but you were content with the way the shade of red looked against your skin. It was elegant and rich, and you felt so exquisite within it, like you were luxurious. But of course you felt this way, you always did when you wore something he designed for you.

“Do you approve?” Hongjoong stepped into view in the mirror, figure just over your shoulder in the reflection. His eyes trailed down your form to your thighs when he noticed the way your fingertips played with the hem of the skirt.

Your heart spiked at the sound of his voice and at the view of him in the reflection. Your eyes met his, and you studied the way he looked within the suit he wore. The suit was solid black and otherwise a pretty standard look, but the button down he wore underneath was loud and vibrant, a pop amongst the dark black. It was an assortment of purple and yellow and green and red, red just like your dress, and just like the messy hair atop his head. You smiled and nodded, fingers leaving your skirt to tug at your top. “You always know how to dress me.”

You watched him come closer through the mirror, catching the way his eyes raked over your backside. Your skin prickled at the touch of his fingers on your waist as they slipped under your top. “It’s because I know your body so well, doll. I’ll always know what looks best on your pretty frame.”

Your cheeks grew hot at Hongjoong’s words, and at his touch as his fingers grazed your skin, going higher and higher until your top began to lift. Your relationship with him was an unconventional one; you and your body were his muse, and he lavished you with his wealth. There were many perks that came with having this sort of transactional relationship with one of the world’s most renowned fashion designers — money, top of the line clothes styled just for you, luxurious trips, and not having to work at all.

And in return, your body was his to do with as he pleased. You were his muse, his model, and his little fuck toy. Not that you minded any of that, especially when the sex was unlike anything you’d ever had before.

“You’re such a pretty little doll,” Hongjoong whispered against the bend of your neck, lips warm and wet against your skin and making your breath catch in your throat. Little doll. That’s what he always called you, and that’s exactly what you were; his pretty little doll that he could dress up and dress down however he wished. His hands fondled your breasts, kneading the supple flesh and wrinkling your pretty top. “Always so beautiful in the clothes I make you.”

You sighed shakily as you reveled in his touch. Your core throbbed with rising need as you watched yourself in the mirror, entranced by the sight of his frame behind you and his hands full of your breasts. You fell backwards into his embrace, and he chuckled at how you were so quick to become putty in his hands. His teeth grazed your neck and you whimpered. “Daddy…”

Hongjoong smirked against you. Your pitiful little voice was already so full of need and he’d barely even started to touch you. He squeezed your breasts and you reacted immediately, body arching against him. He suckled on your neck some more just to delight himself in the sound of your pretty sounds. “You always make the prettiest sounds for me.”

As your back arched, your rear pressed into his front and there was no way you could’ve missed the familiar hardness of his erection. You moaned, desperate to feel more of him. You pressed yourself into him until you earned a low groan from deep within his throat. He responded with a push of his crotch into your ass, and you both sighed at the contact. “Ah, daddy…I need more.”

“You’re always so responsive to my touches, always so pliant and good for me.” One of Hongjoong’s hands fell from your breast to slip under your skirt, deft fingers breaking through the lace barrier of your panties to press against your wet heat. He held you in place as your body jerked at the sudden rush of pleasure. Two fingers rubbed smooth circles against your clit, teasing at the sensitive bud until you were gushing all over them.

“Please —” Your voice broke when he pressed the pads of his fingers even further into your clit.

“Please what? Do you want daddy to finger fuck you while you wear your new outfit, hm?” His fingers kept an agonizing pressure against you. His eyes met yours in the reflection again. “And you want to watch, too?”

“Yes, please! Please, daddy! I want that!” He didn’t make you wait a second longer, fingers delving deep into your cunt and curling just the way you liked. You moaned aloud as the sweet pleasure surged in your veins.

The wet squelches coming from your sex were loud within the quiet space, and Hongjoong adored the way they sounded. “Hear that, doll? Listen to how your cunt sounds for me. So wet and needy. How cute.” His fingers pumped in your tight hole rhythmically while his thumb maintained pressure on your swollen clit.

You watched your reflection through hazy vision. Your eyes focused on his arm that wrapped around you, watching the way the muscles there clenched and unclenched as his hand worked its magic underneath your skirt. You could imagine the way his fingers looked at that moment, plunged so deep inside you and shiny with your slick arousal. You could imagine the way your cunt gorged itself on his digits. The image inside your head paired with the pleasure his fingers were giving you had your head falling back against his shoulder as a broken moan fell from your lips. “So good, daddy.”

“Mmh, my pretty doll feels good? Of course she does.” His other hand that currently wasn’t buried between your legs still kept a firm grip on your breast, fingers tweaking it ever so often. “Daddy always makes his pretty little doll feel good.”

Hongjoong’s steady rhythm was creating a build up of pleasure within you, and you were so close to collapsing. Desperate to climax, you rolled your hips into his hand for added friction. He only chuckled and allowed you to continue, and you were thankful he didn’t stop you. Your high overtook you a few beats later, and you were shattered under the weight of the pleasure.

“Ah, that’s it. Cum for me just like that.” His voice guided you through the haze of your orgasm as you rode out the pleasure. Hongjoong took in the sight of your blissed out state in the mirror, reveling in the way you looked while you came while wearing your new outfit he’d made. “You’re so pretty like this.”

Your breathing was uneven even after coming down from the high. You sighed when you felt his lips on your temple. His fingers slipped from your sex and quickly you felt empty without them. You waited for his next move, studying his reflection. His hands pulled at your panties until the lace fabric was slipping down your thighs. You stepped out of them and he kicked them to the side. You kept quiet as you watched the way he began to work at the fastens of his trousers, but your heat gushed with renewed need.

Hongjoong’s hands were on your hips and he was smiling seductively at you through the mirror. His cock stood proudly between you, and you felt it against your ass. “Bend over for me. Hands on the wall on either side of the mirror.”

You did as you were told. This position was a little awkward, and you were now face to face with your own reflection, face so close that your breath began to fog the glass. He looked so big behind you, like some otherworldly god. You were only able to see his top half — suit jacket and printed shirt still intact — and his bottom half was out of sight, but you could feel his bare cock against you as he positioned himself at your slick entrance.

The first plunge of his cock into you took your breath away. The stretch made you gasp in bliss. He always filled you to the brim so full. Hongjoong’s grip on your hips tightened as he groaned. “How are you always so tight? Even after all the times I’ve stretched you on my cock…”

“Daddy, fuck —” you choked when he thrusted into you hard, cock plunging impossibly deep. “Daddy…” All you could do was mutter his title over and over as he set up a quick and steady pace. You readjusted your hands on the wall, the sweat on your palms making you slip with each of his thrusts.

Hongjoong’s gaze traveled between your face in the reflection and your ass. Your dainty skirt fluttered with each slam of his hips, and he chuckled. His hand held it in place, careful not to wrinkle the precious fabric too much. He took a moment to stare at his cock as it continually disappeared and reappeared from within your pussy. When his eyes found your reflection again, he saw the way yours watched him. He smirked. “Do you like watching me make a mess of you?”

You swallowed hard and nodded. Fuck, you were already so close again….

You were incredibly tight around him, and he knew you were close to cumming again. He quickened his pace and you reacted immediately, moans and cries slipping from your pretty mouth. Hongjoong groaned when you pulsed around his length. “You’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you? All mine to dress up, and all mine to do with as I please.”

You whimpered, thighs shaking and fingers curling against the hard surface of the wall. You were so close, so fucking close. “Yes, daddy! I’m just your pretty little doll!”

“Good girl.” It didn’t take long for you to unravel. You came hard with a cry of his title, body shaking under the weight of the second orgasm. Hongjoong held you up as you tumbled through the ecstasy and cooed sweet praises to you. His soft praises turned to low curses as your tight pussy urged him to his own end. With a shudder and low groan, he unraveled inside your warmth.

Breathing was labored as you tried to calm down. You remained still until you felt his hands urging you upright. You whined when you felt his seed seep from your core, and he only chuckled in response.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you ruin your new outfit, doll.”

♔ AUTHOR’S NOTES — this is so late :’( it seems like every time i tried to post this, something got in the way. but!! here it is!! fic one in my 3k celebration event! hope you enjoyed; please reblog, like, and tell me what you think!! <3

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