Hideaway | KHJ
Pairing: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB)
Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Frat Bro!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: smoking/edibles, stoner!hongjoong agenda, woosan side pairing, oral fixation (as in the author reader is obsessed with joong's mouth), to be fair it's a very filthy mouth, dry humping, biting/marking, tit pinching/sucking, fingering, hongjoong goes downtown & eats it like a vulture, aka cunnilingus, wet & messy, cum eating, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism
Word Count: 7.1K
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own ATZ - they just inspire me
Summary: When your friend keeps dragging you to frat parties, all you want to do is find a place to hide and get high. You definitely don't expect to meet a man with a devilish smile and an even more wicked tongue.
A/N: Hello I'm back with more Ateez! This one's a very self-indulgent fic about getting high with Hongjoong. It all stemmed from discussions with @kiestrokes about what a gorgeous mouth Joong has 𼴠Lokie, I hope you enjoy what you've wrought đđ
Unbeta'd as usual. Like this fic? Want me to keep writing Ateez? Please let me know!
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One hour. Thatâs all San asked of you. Go to a party with him for one hour, because his crush was going to be there, and he needed your support. As his best friend and roommate, how could you say no?Â
Two hours into the party, youâre wishing youâd put your foot down. Youâre worn out from art studio this week, where it had been your turn to face group critique. Honestly, after that experience, you really donât want to be around other people for a while. You long to crash on your couch with a stash of junk food and video games and not move until class on Monday. Instead, youâre holding up a wall in a frat house, watching your best friend dance with Wooyoung, the Alpha Tau Zeta brother whoâd caught Sanâs eye.Â
Youâre happy for San, truly, but a bit surprised at how quickly things escalated from âOMG heâs so cute, do you think heâd dance with me?â to Wooyoung climbing your friend like the mountain he is. San looks completely lovestruck as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, and you sigh, resigned to your fate.Â
San had promised that youâd leave together, saying heâd treat you to your favorite waffles at your favorite diner after the party, and youâd agreed, but now that means youâre stuck here for god knows how much longer. You could find him and tell him you changed your mind and youâre gonna go. Heâd say okay, but heâd say it with that pout of his, and as long as youâve known San, that pout has owned your weak ass, so thereâs really no point. Youâll just wait.
However, hovering like a third wheel isnât your idea of a good time, so you decide to find somewhere else to hang out. The room is packed with couples grinding, and you weave around them carefully, trying to avoid the beer sloshing about as a girl beside you really puts her back into it. The kitchen is just as cramped as the living room, a beer pong match taking up most of the space, so you keep wandering, until you come to the foyer, where thereâs a staircase to the second floor. Wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the loud music, you start to climb.Â
Itâs much less crowded upstairs. There are a few people scattered along the hallway, talking in small groups, or heading into the bedrooms, all of which have closed doors. Youâre a little afraid of what you might walk in on if you open one, so you keep moving, hoping to find a quiet spot to sit and hide.Â
Instead, as you round a corner, you come to a dead end. But to your left, thereâs a window thatâs cracked ajar, night breeze just teasing you with enticing coolness after the rank humidity of the dance floor. You press your palms to the glass, peeking out. It looks like the window opens onto the roof of the back porch.Â
Gently, you lift the sash until you can stick your head out. The roof is flat, not sloped. Itâs fairly dark, with only the moon above and the string lights crisscrossing the yard providing a pale glow. And, most blessedly, it is devoid of other people.
As quickly as you can, you shimmy out the window.
The backyard is dotted with kiddie pools still full of jello from the last wrestling tournament. In between the pools, the ground is a squishy mess of colorful gelatin and disgusting mud, which means that there are very few partygoers outside right now, besides a handful that you can hear beneath you, hanging out on the porch. But they canât see you, so you can live with that.Â
Settling with your back pressed to the brick wall, you take a deep breath, relaxing. Even though itâs so late in the fall that the weather is already flirting with winter, itâs a nice night to be outside. The air is crisp, but youâre plenty warm in your sweater and jeans, toes tapping idly inside your boots. The moon plays hide and seek behind some passing clouds while you observe contentedly.
âNo oneâs supposed to be out here.âÂ
âFuck!â You jump, so surprised to hear someone address you. The voice came from the shadows of the opposite corner of the roof, where another window mirrors the one you came through.Â
Thereâs a short burst of laughter, and then someone leans into the light.Â
Reddish-orange hair hangs over a dark brow, above eyes scrunched nearly closed in glee, further expressed by a full bottom lip twisting upwards in a smirk. As you will your racing heart to ease off, a guy youâve never seen before carefully steps across the roof. Heâs wearing an oversized t-shirt over a long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans. His shirt doesnât have any letters on it, but he must be a brother here if heâs trying to tell you what to do.Â
Heâs almost unfairly gorgeous, this stranger who scared you nearly to death, and heâs laughing at you.
You attempt to recover your cool, leaning back against the wall again. âI didnât see a sign.â
âItâs kind of unsaid.â
âWell, it kind of needs to be said,â you shoot back a little snappily, annoyed that your peace has been shattered. âYouâre out here, too, you know.âÂ
âI live here.âÂ
âSo thatâs fine, then?âÂ
He grins, a wicked thing that has your neck flaming with sudden heat, and slides further out of the darkness, until heâs about an arms-length away. âOk if I sit here?âÂ
âI mean, if unspoken rules donât stop you, whatâs me literally saying ânoâ gonna do?âÂ
Another quick ratatat of laughter. âYouâre funny.â He drops down beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the wall.Â
You donât say anything to his comment, waiting for him to say something else. Like explain why heâs out here or who he is to tell you where you canât be or anything. A minute passes, then another. You hear the people on the porch heading back into the party and then thereâs only the dull thumping of the music inside and the sound of the crickets chirping in the yard.Â
You wonder if you should say something to the stranger, maybe explain why youâre out here, but he seems pretty content to sit quietly, and if heâs happy to remain silent, so are you. He doesnât seem like heâs going to actually kick you off the roof, so you release the tension in your shoulders, inhaling deeply again, and match his pose, staring up at the sky.Â
The wind stirs, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers.
âNot into parties?âÂ
You glance over when he finally speaks. His profile is striking - sharp jawline, straight nose with just the slightest upturn. It makes you wish you had your sketchbook with you. Heâd make a lovely model right now, pretty face lit by the soft luminescence of the moon.Â
âItâs not that. Just been a long week. I was planning on a quiet night in. But my roommate had other ideas.âÂ
âAnd now youâre stuck here, waiting for them?âÂ
You nod. The stranger hums.Â
âYeah, I can sympathize. Kinda hard to have a quiet night here, like⌠all the time.âÂ
Itâs your turn to hum. âBut⌠did you not know what you were signing up for when you joined a fraternity?âÂ
He laughs again. Youâre starting to really like the sound. âDo I need to remind you that youâre not supposed to be out here?â
âDo I need to remind you?âÂ
âFair.âÂ
Another comfortable silence. This is your type of stranger - one who respects the sanctity of quiet moments. After a few more minutes, you decide, fuck it, and reach into your crossbody, pulling out your vape pen. Youâre not going to get high high while you wait for San, not the way you had planned to do if you were at home melding with the couch, but you can at least take the edge off.Â
But before you do, you hold the pen out to the stranger. âWant a hit?âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, nods. Â
Your gaze lingers maybe a few seconds too long as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece, drawing the smoke into his lungs and holding it there for a few seconds. He hands the pen back with an exhaled thanks.Â
You take your turn, tipping your face up to momentarily blot out the stars with smoke. The light cherry flavor hangs on your tongue while you hand the pen back over without asking. The stranger takes another lungful.
âSo⌠do you have a name?âÂ
âOf course I do,â you reply. Dumb questions get dumb answers. âDo you?â
His lips curl into a bright smile. âI do.âÂ
Another pass. You check your phone, just to make sure San hasnât sent you any messages. He hasnât. Heâs probably affixed to Wooyoungâs gorgeous face by now.
âHongjoong,â the stranger says after another inhale. âIâm Hongjoong.âÂ
âNice to meet you, Hongjoong. Thanks for not throwing me off your roof.âÂ
âThanks for the tokes.âÂ
He grins at you again, full teeth, and you canât help but beam back. He really is rather cute -Â
âHongjoong! Are you out here again?â
One of the brothers youâd seen playing pong earlier has his head out the window behind Hongjoong.Â
âYeah, Iâm here. Whatâs up, âHwa?âÂ
The other man looks past Hongjoong, squinting into the darkness. âIs someone out there with you? You know no oneâs suppo-â
âSeonghwa. What do you need?â Hongjoongâs tone shifts, becoming a little authoritative.Â
âYou better get in here. Mingiâs trying to get everyone to go streaking again.âÂ
âSo?â Your pen is still in Hongjoongâs hand, heading to his lips as he takes another puff. âHeâs always trying to do that. No one ever agrees.âÂ
âSo, I guess he thought the best way to convince everyone was by going first. Heâs currently doing naked laps around the beer pong table.â Seonghwa frowns. âItâs really throwing off my game.âÂ
Hongjoong sighs, an exceptionally weary sound. Rising to his feet, he brushes off his jeans. âI better go put a stop to that.â He glances down at you. âIf anyone tries to kick you off here, just tell them I said you have my permission.âÂ
âAnd I need that?âÂ
The smirk returns. And then he has the audacity to wink. Before you can catch your breath, heâs climbing back through the window.Â
Silence envelops you again. You lift your pen to your lips one more time before tucking it away.Â
The minutes tick by.
When the clouds drifting across the stars start to look like tantalizing wisps of cotton candy, seemingly close enough that you could reach out and grab some, your stomach lets out a growl. Maybe you should go grab San away and tell him itâs time to bounce. Youâve done your time. Thereâs a perfectly golden waffle just waiting for you to drown with syrup at the diner.Â
Besides, you canât wait out here all night for cute boys who may or may not return. As much as you might want to.Â
âAgain?âÂ
Two weeks have come and gone since San dragged you to ATZ. And now here he is, knocking on your bedroom door and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he informs you that Wooyoungâs invited him to another party tonight.Â
âDo you really need me to go? I thought you guys were hitting it off.â The two of them had been exchanging texts like crazy, and had gone on a date last weekend. You hadnât seen your best friend this giddy in ages.Â
âWe are. Heâs amazing,â San sighs, a faraway look in his eyes. âBut I need you there so I have a reason to leave. I donât want him to think Iâm easy.âÂ
You try, you really, really do, but you canât stop the laughter that bursts out of you. San has proudly called himself a slut on more than one occasion. In the three years youâve been besties, youâve never known him to deny himself some dick.Â
âStop laughing!â San puffs his bottom lip. âIâm serious. I really like him, and I want to take it slow.â
âThatâs so sweet,â you coo, pinching his cheeks. He ducks his head with a tiny âaish,â but you know heâs not mad. âBut why canât you just make up a reason not to stay?â
The pout returns. âBecause heâs hot and Iâm weak. Please, help me out?âÂ
Sighing, you cross your arms. Heâs not the only one without a backbone. âMaybe. Whatâs in it for me?âÂ
âI knew youâd ask that.â With a grin, he holds out a small ziploc baggie. âHere.â He tosses it your way.Â
Itâs a brownie. You grin. âOh honey, you baked!âÂ
San returns your smile. âThe batch came out a bit stronger than usual, so thatâs why itâs just a little square. Half of that is probably enough for you. But if you go with me tonight, Iâll let you have the rest of the pan.âÂ
And just like that, you find yourself at another party packed full of people. This time, the beer pong table has been replaced with a giant ice luge, with coeds lining up to take their turns slurping jungle juice off the frozen display. You give the luge a wide berth, not wanting the sticky liquid to splash the boots youâre wearing. All the seats in the living room are occupied, and dancers are taking up all the open space left, so again you head upstairs.
Unlike the last time you were here, the roof does not provide you an escape, thanks to the chilly autumn rain that simply wonât let up tonight. Itâs like the universe doesnât want you pulling a Houdini this time. At least you have your brownie with you. You just need to find somewhere to enjoy it while you wait for San.Â
The doors to all the rooms on the second floor are closed, so you keep moving, climbing up to the third floor. No oneâs in the hallway up here, and thereâs a room with the door wide open, so you peek your head in.Â
Rows of books line shelves built into the two of the walls, The third has a fireplace, unlit, with photos of the fraternity brothers hanging above the mantle. Thereâs a rather nice overstuffed couch and a pair of high-backed chairs facing the fireplace.Â
âThese frat boys live like kings,â you murmur to yourself, creeping forward to examine the portraits. Your eye is immediately drawn to one in particular, a redheaded man with a bright smile, whose photo bears the title âPresident.âÂ
âIâm having the strangest sense of dĂŠjĂ vu,â a voice suddenly declares.Â
Whirling, you find the same man watching you from the doorway. Tonight, heâs wearing a white shirt decorated with big red hearts, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a pair of tight jeans. And that sexy smirk of his.Â
You frown, clutching your racing heart. âDo you enjoy sneaking up on people like that?â
âOnly when theyâre somewhere they shouldnât be.â Hongjoong taps a sign on the door, which declares in extremely big, bold font: ATZ ONLY - KEEP OUT. âItâs clearly stated that this room is off limits. So whatâs your excuse tonight?â Though his words are sharp, the gleam in his eye is playful.
Your lips twitch. âThat sign probably wouldâve worked better if the door had been closed.â You give him an appraising look. âShouldnât you be downstairs making sure your brothers keep their clothes on or whatever?âÂ
While he huffs in amusement, you wander over to one of the walls of books, running your fingers along their spines. Theyâre all labeled with a year. Grabbing last yearâs, you let it fall open to a random page of photos. Wow, some of the brothers appear to be really allergic to shirts -Â
Hongjoong snatches the album from your hands, closing it with a snap. âThatâs private,â he informs you, slipping the book back into its slot. âAnd donât try to change the subject. No oneâs allowed in here but myself and my brothers. So come on.â He jerks his head towards the door.Â
âCounteroffer,â you say, producing your brownie from your bag.Â
Hongjoong pauses with his hand on the doorknob. âWhat is that?âÂ
âA brownie.âÂ
His eyes narrow a little. âWould you say thereâs anything special about that brownie?âÂ
You nod. Hongjoong glances out into the hallway. Then he closes the door.Â
âYouâre awfully easy to bribe,â you inform him as the two of you settle on the couch, you in one corner, him taking the spot next to you. Carefully, you pull the brownie apart, handing him half.Â
âDonât tell anyone. Canât have my reputation getting ruined.â He holds his half up. âCheers.âÂ
âCheers,â you giggle, tapping your half against his before taking a bite.Â
Hongjoong devours his brownie in mere seconds. A bit of chocolate clings to his lower lip, his tongue flicking out to capture it, and you force yourself to focus on the remainder of your half, so youâre not just sitting there staring openly at his pretty mouth, as much as youâd like to.Â
âSo, is this your thing? Going to parties just to hide and get high?âÂ
âHa, no. Not normally. But my roommate keeps insisting that I come with him.âÂ
âAnd where is your roommate now?â
You snort, licking crumbs from your fingertips. âProbably suctioned to Wooyoungâs face.âÂ
Hongjoong laughs. âAh, youâre friends with San? He seems like a great guy, from what Wooâs told us.âÂ
âWoo talks about him?â You canât wait to tell San. You can hear his bashful giggles now.Â
âYeah. He wonât shut up about him, actually. Itâs nice, but itâs also annoying as fuck.â Hongjoong winces. âSorry. I shouldnât be so blunt.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine, I get it. I love San, but I can only take so much puppy love before I get nauseous.âÂ
âExactly.â Hongjoong grins. He sinks down further into the couch, legs spreading open as he gets more comfortable.Â
The two of you are quiet for a moment, long enough for your brain to start asking questions. Is he planning on staying here with you? Youâd kinda figured heâd eat the brownie and then go. Shouldnât he be down at the party, if heâs the president of the frat?Â
âYou know, you donât have to babysit me. Iâm not gonna do anything in here but melt into the couch for a little while.âÂ
Hongjoong shrugs. His left hand plays in the rip above the knee in his jeans. âItâs not that Iâm afraid youâre gonna do something. Itâs justâŚâ he trails off for a few seconds, lost in thought. âIâm not in a party mood tonight. You might not have been trying to hide, but I was.â Â
âOh. Shit. Do you - would you rather that I leave, so you can be alone?âÂ
He shakes his head. âNah, you can stay. If you want to. I donât mind your company.âÂ
âOh,â you say again, in surprise. Something flutters in your chest when he looks at you. âOkay.âÂ
Hongjoongâs fingers return to the tear in his jeans, picking at the strings. âSo⌠do I get to learn your name tonight?â
Oh, right. Youâd never actually introduced yourself on the roof.Â
He peers at you, clearly waiting for your answer, and the flutter gets stronger. What is it about his gaze that makes you want to tease him?Â
âI donât know,â you sigh, tilting your head as you look at him. âHave you earned it?âÂ
His eyebrow quirks slightly. âDidnât know I had to.âÂ
You merely shrug, biting back a grin. He focuses on the wall opposite the couch, mulling over your words, while you sit beside him, primly arranging your skirt over your tights-covered thighs. The couch is ridiculously cushy and youâre already starting to relax into it.Â
âIf you wonât tell me, Iâll just go downstairs and find San,â he says after a moment.Â
âThatâs cheating!â
âOh, does that upset the rule breaker?â He clutches his chest in mock horror, grinning when you laugh. âExcuse the fuck out of me.âÂ
âIâm not a rule breaker. I justâŚâ you falter for an explanation.
âDonât care for parties and prefer pot over people.âÂ
Hongjoong cracks up at the face you make in response to his too correct reading of you.Â
âYouâre doing a terrible job of earning my name, just for your information,â you sniff, but when he laughs harder, bumping his shoulder into yours, you cave, giggling. He doesnât move away when the laughter tapers off.
You make a little small talk. The usual stuff - whatâs your major, where are you from, etc. Heâs a music production major and apparently spends all his time in the studio, on the opposite side of campus from where your art studio is located. No wonder youâve never seen him around before.Â
Eventually the room falls silent again. If it werenât for the thumping coming through the floor, you could almost forget there are other people in the house. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, ears straining to make out the music drifting from the first floor. Itâs only the drums and bass that you can catch, something pulsating and rhythmic. Hypnotic, lulling you further into relaxation.Â
Thatâs when you feel it. That telltale body buzz that starts in your feet and spreads all over. Your thoughts become a little floaty, each one drifting away before you can really grasp them, and you turn to Hongjoong.Â
âI think I found the drugs,â you giggle.Â
Hongjoong lets out a single âhaâ from deep in his chest, and then he hums. You let your head fall back against the couch and close your eyes.
âOh shit, there they are,â you hear Hongjoong say, with another laugh, and you start to giggle again, and when you look at him, heâs watching you, and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him right now, with his face so close to yours. His lips look very kissable, meant to be nibbled and sucked. You long to, biting your own lip as you fantasize about his taste. Â
Hongjoong sighs. âDamn, I feel good. Thank you. Youâre officially my favorite trespasser.â
âIs that a long list?âÂ
His grin widens. âLonger than youâd think.â His eyelids lower a little as he leans closer. The air feels like itâs heating up around you now. Your skin tingles from your high, and it only increases when Hongjoongâs fingers cup your chin. âCan I kiss you?â
âWhy?â is what flies out of your mouth in surprise, even though youâre dying to feel his lips on yours.
âBecause I like kissing pretty people when Iâm high.âÂ
Heat pools in your belly, and you shift on the couch, reaching for him. As your fingers twist in his shirt, your mouths connect. Itâs a slow, wet kiss, tongues warm against each other, rolling over and around. Messy, but neither of you care, both lost in the sensation.Â
When his arms wrap around your back, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. His head tilts up to greedily chase your mouth, and you tug his bottom lip with your teeth, shivering at the way he groans. His fingers dig into your shoulder blades as he pulls you down on top of him, so thereâs no distance between you, just clothing and heat between you. Â
Hongjoong nudges your face with his, getting you to turn your head so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands fondle your ass beneath your skirt, grabbing and pinching the ample flesh through your tights, while his mouth ripples down your cheek and neck, covering your skin in soft kisses, before finding your lips again.Â
Itâs been too long since youâve made out with someone like this. The last few people you kissed with all treated it like an annoying chore, something perfunctory that had to be performed in order to get what they really wanted. Hongjoong holds you like youâre something to be slowly explored, something to be savored, not just used.Â
âFeeling good?â He leans back for a second, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he peers at you. His face is flushed, lips darkened from your nipping, and the rather fucked out sight of him has you clutching at his shoulders, desperately pulling his mouth back onto yours.
âSo good,â you moan when you come up for air, rolling your hips. He feels so amazing underneath you, hard cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, that you canât help yourself, humping away mindlessly while you kiss, whining slightly when you canât quite find the right angle to ease the aching in your clit.Â
Hongjoong laughs into your mouth, fingers sliding up to grab your hips. âSlow it down, baby,â he whispers, pressing more kisses along your jawline. With his strong grip, he takes control, guiding you back and forth, slower, but more forcefully, his own hips moving to grind himself up into you. ââM not going anywhere. Take your time.âÂ
Your whole body shudders at his words. With another pitiful whimper, you snake your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair as your mouth dives for his again.Â
Take your time. If he insists. With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the languorous pace heâs set, soaking panties rubbing on the rough denim below, friction building, a wave that never crests, just rolls on and on. You know you could do this for hours, make out and dry hump like this, without coming. It takes you much longer to come when youâre stoned, but the orgasms are so intense that itâs always worth it.Â
Your fingers brush over his neck and he shudders beneath you. Intrigued, you lower your mouth to his collarbones, picking a spot exposed by his open shirt, and gently bite down. He groans brokenly, hips jerking upwards, and you lick at the same spot a few times, lazy, slow strokes, before sucking, painting his skin with a love mark.Â
âFuck,â he hisses, bucking again, with renewed urgency. Giggling, you sign your work with a light nuzzle before he grabs your chin, frantically bringing your face to his for more kisses, wet and filthy and so sensual that you feel like youâre nearly going feral with desire.Â
âHongjoong,��� you whine, needing more of him, greedy hands lacing into his hair. Your sense of touch is so heightened right now that the strands feel like silk wrapping around your fingertips.Â
As you moan again, Hongjoongâs hand travels to your neck, fingers playing there, curling and uncurling. âWhen you say my name like that, you know what it makes me wanna do?âÂ
âWha-what?â Your thighs are starting to get damp, covered in slickness from the sound of his husky voice. You grind down harder, gasping in pleasure when he meets your movements with a powerful thrust of his own.
âSit you on my cock and fuck you stupid.â He bites his lip, looking down at your chest as it jiggles under your sweater. âLet you ride it. Could you do that for me? Ride it real good?â
âFuck yes!â Thereâs no hesitation in your answer. Itâs all you want right now, to feel him all over you and inside you. Yes, of course youâd be so good for him, because you know heâd be good to you. Even though youâve only really just met him, you feel it in your soul.Â
âI bet you would. Ride it like a fuckinâ champ. Make it bouncy.â His right hand squeezes your ass, making you squeal into his kiss.Â
A dreamlike haze hangs over everything now. You stare open-mouthed while his left hand fondles your breast over your sweater. Then he tugs your top up and your bra down, far enough for the cool air to kiss your exposed skin. His deft fingers pinch your nipple sharply for a few painfully pleasurable seconds before his hot tongue replaces them, and your drug-and-lust-addled brain wonders dumbly for a moment who let out such a shameless mewl before you recognize that it was you. Â
Time stretches in that surreal way that it does when youâre high, making every minute feel like an eternity. Hongjoong laves his tongue over your other nipple, sucking the pert bud into his mouth, and you keen, head lolling back while pleasure ripples through you. His tongue is magic. You bet he gives good head. You hope you find out.Â
Unfortunately, though, while youâre wondering what his mouth would feel like on your cunt, time has not actually stopped, and there is still a party going on. Which you are rudely reminded of when it suddenly spills over into the room, popping the little bubble that you and Hongjoong have been hiding in.
âDonât worry, no oneâs ever in- oh, shit!âÂ
A loud curse draws your attention away from Hongjoongâs tongue and to the tall brother standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer. Thereâs a cute coed holding his hand, peeking around him to see what made him yell.Â
âYunho, what the fuck, man?â Hongjoong groans, a scowl twisting his kiss-swollen lips. âGet out!â
Youâre moving sluggishly, brain lagging with arousal and what youâre recognizing is a lot of THC for such a small brownie, but Hongjoong seems to have more of his wits about him, as he carefully lets go of your sweater so youâre covered again. He doesnât try to slide you from his lap, just places his hands on your waist to keep you steady.Â
Tall guyâs sputtering now. âI-Iâm sorry, the door wasnât locked, and - â
âItâs fine, Yun, just go, all right?â Hongjoong glances at you. âYou okay?â
If you were sober, youâd probably be horrifically embarrassed to be caught tits-out. Might even run for the door so you could go home and hide for the rest of the weekend or month or year. But between the brownie and the man currently checking in with you, youâre feeling too good right now to really give a shit what anyone else thinks.Â
You nod at Hongjoongâs question, beaming happily. A crooked smile spreads across Hongjoongâs face, his thumbs etching tiny circles into your sides.Â
âHongjoong?â Yunhoâs basically a statue at this point, completely immovable in the doorway. âI know weâre not supposed to let anyone else in here, but seeing as how you have someone else in here, uh⌠am I gonna get in trouble for this?â Â
âIf I say no, will you fuckinâ leave already?â Hongjoong glares at the other man, and it does not escape your attention how sexy he looks when heâs mad.Â
âI donât know. I mean, weâll leave, but I donât know if youâre just saying that to get me t-â
âGet out!âÂ
Your sudden shout snaps Yunho into action. He slams the door shut, leaving you alone with Hongjoong, who is gawking at you with his mouth hanging open. Oops. Maybe you shouldnât have done that.
âSorry,â you apologize, cringing. âI didnât mean to shout.âÂ
âNo, that was so hot,â Hongjoong declares, leaning forward to kiss you eagerly.Â
âYeah?â you pant against his lips in surprise. Â
He nods, nose jostling yours, and kisses you again, and again, until youâre dizzy, needing oxygen, but youâre unwilling to tear yourself away from his mouth. All you want is to lose yourself in him again, crawl back into that heat from before.Â
Just as you feel it starting to happen, he pulls away.Â
âWe should probably lock the door,â he says, but he doesnât move. His eyes are studying your face carefully, you realize, looking for any signs of objection. For some reason, that just makes your answer even more affirmative.Â
âGood idea,â you reply, slipping off his lap and crossing the room in three quick steps. You shoot him a glance over your shoulder as you twist the lock. Either the pot is slowing his reactions as much as itâs slown yours, or he doesnât care that you catch him openly staring at your ass. He grips his cock through his jeans, hand flexing as he squeezes slightly.Â
His gaze is too intense even from across the room. It makes you shy, has you lowering your head as you return to the couch. His fingers slide under your chin, tilt your face up to meet his ravenous lips as he guides you onto your back.Â
Your boots hit the floor one after the other, followed by his sneakers. One of his arms props him up over you. His other hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between. He swallows your sigh when his fingers roam inwards, slipping against your core.Â
âDamn, baby, did I do all this?â he asks, rubbing at the dampness seeping through the layers of your panties and tights.Â
You pluck at the buttons on his shirt, palms skimming over the warm skin thatâs revealed beneath. He hisses quietly when you brush over his stomach. Seems itâs not just his neck thatâs sensitive. Good to know.Â
âYes,â you nod, squirming slightly when he drops his hand to cup you. His thumb applies a bit of pressure so achingly near your clit that you whine, almost as loudly as youâd yelled before. âPlease tell me youâre gonna do something about it.âÂ
He smirks then, that maddeningly taunting smile of his. The one that tells you not to be fooled by his quiet demeanor. The one that tells you heâs trouble. âAs soon as you tell me your name.âÂ
His hand drags frustratingly slowly upwards, spreading your slickness as it goes, making you whimper. âHongjoong!âÂ
âNo, thatâs my name.â His fingertips are crawling now, moving closer and closer to the waistband of your tights, one millimeter at a time.Â
The anticipation is driving you insane. And it seems youâre not the only one enjoying it, judging by the way heâs rutting his bulge into your thigh.
âDonât tease,â you complain, pouting.Â
âBut thatâs my favorite part,â he shoots back, grinning madly. Fuck. Heâs trouble for sure.Â
His fingers trace shapes over your hips, back and forth, long lines that have you huffing in frustration. Then he curls them under the waistband, pulling them down, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, then another, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he looks at you, and then -Â
He stops.Â
You groan, head tossing back to bounce against the arm of the couch.Â
âYN, my name is YN, fuck, I yield!âÂ
âThat didnât take long,â he gloats. âSo desperate for me. I love it.âÂ
If you werenât still high, you might be embarrassed. Instead, youâre brazen, whimpering in agreement. You want him, just like he wants you, why bother to hide it?Â
He finally releases you from your misery by rolling down all that annoying clothing that separates you from him, tossing it onto the floor. A gentle scrape of his fingernails on your bare skin has you trembling, begging for more of his touch. He obliges, lowering his mouth to leave hot-breathed kisses on your thighs.Â
âYâknow what else I like to do when Iâm high?â he asks, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands havenât stopped moving, are languidly pushing your skirt up to your waist.Â
âWhat?â
âEat pussy.â He licks his lips. âWanna eat you, baby. Can I?âÂ
âPlease,â you groan, reaching for your skirt, pulling it up as far as you can, baring yourself to him. He grins, fingers spreading you open, and you twitch as the little puffs of his delighted laughter swirl over your sensitive skin.Â
Hongjoong flattens his tongue, dragging it up and down a few times. You keen, fingers digging into the wool of your skirt, clutching the material tightly, when he keeps moving up, circling your clit, before he undulates his tongue, making the tiny nub bounce. Then he switches back to licking stripes, pressing the taut muscle more firmly against you with each pass.
You feel like your entire body is pulsating in time with your clit. âOh my god.âÂ
âYouâre so wet,â he groans happily, lapping without restraint at your pussy, sloppy and loud. âCould fuckinâ drown down here.âÂ
His mouth. Itâs sinful, how good he is with it, the way he kisses your folds and sucks on your clit. Uses it to say the filthiest things, keeping up a running commentary:Â
Look at you, dripping all over the place. Such a mess, baby. Letâs see how much wetter you can get.
Could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get my fill. Got me so greedy.
Mmmph, love the way you taste. Bet youâre even sweeter when you come.
You donât catch every word, given the way he mumbles them into your cunt, but you hear enough to have you babbling in response, chanting his name and praising his skills over and over.Â
When your words dissolve into moans, Hongjoong changes it up, adding his fingers to the mix. His mouth seals around your clit while he strokes inside you, warm walls spreading to allow his lithe digits to plunge in and out. Then he thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole, using his fingertips to roll your thrumming nub around, lightly squeezing as he fucks you with his mouth.Â
âHongjoong!â Youâre losing your mind, your entire body vibrating with pleasure. âHoly shit, please!â Canât even finish your sentence, your foggy brain too busy focusing on holding your head up so you can watch him. Drool runs from the corner of your mouth, lips slack as you pant wildly.Â
He laughs, popping off your clit with a loud slurp. âPlease what?â He nuzzles his face against your thigh, kissing it gently. âWhat do you need?â
âI - I needâŚâ You break off with a sudden mewl as he presses insistently into that soft spot on your inner walls, like heâs trying to leave an impression of his fingertip. âOh fuck, right there, donât stop!âÂ
âDonât worry, I got you,â he vows, catching your eye. His face is a mess, hair damp with sweat, a shiny layer of your arousal smeared all over his mouth and chin. His hips keep rolling into the couch beneath him, and his voice wobbles a little as he speaks, but his gaze is unwavering. âJust lie back and let me do my thing. Iâll get you there.âÂ
He drops his mouth to your cunt again, and keeps his word.Â
Time expands again as the tension inside you snaps. Your orgasm pulsates through you, flowing like a wave through your tingling body, wiping away all coherent thought, even turning your vision white for a few long seconds. Hongjoongâs fingers continue to massage your g-spot while his tongue still flutters over your clit, and you slowly come back to yourself, inhaling deeply before sobbing his name.Â
He lifts his head momentarily to observe the results of his hard work. âThatâs it, baby. Let go,â he murmurs, tongue skimming down to lap at your release. Lost in ecstasy, you thread your hand through his hair, tugging his face closer to your cunt, and ride out your high on his tongue, hips bucking erratically. He voices his approval with a guttural moan.Â
Like any other time youâre high, you come for several minutes, shaking and twitching, panting and moaning. When your pelvis finally ceases moving and your fingers release their grip on his hair, Hongjoong pulls away. He doesnât sit up, just lays his cheek on your hip, dark eyes scanning your face.Â
âI was right. You taste sweet when you cum.âÂ
Jesus. That mouth. You start to giggle, flustered by his statement, both embarrassed and pleased, and he joins you, head bouncing slightly on your shaking stomach. Suddenly youâre overwhelmed by the need to feel him on top of you, to let his weight press you down, anchor you to reality, so with frantic hands you guide him back up to your waiting mouth.Â
His kisses are slower now, softer. Heâs still hard beneath his jeans, grinding into you, but itâs not as desperate as it was when he was humping the couch. You slide your hands down his chest, down his stomach, down to where the buttons on this waistband lay.
Hongjoong ignores your little cry of protest when he suddenly draws away, sitting back on his heels and peering down, glimmering eyes merrily taking in the state of you.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he tells you, and you believe him. âIâm glad you broke in here tonight.â
Despite yourself, you laugh. âI didnât break - you know what? Not important.â You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring pointedly at his crotch. âDonât you need help with that? Iâm more than happy to return the favor.âÂ
He smirks. âThe partyâs not over yet. Weâll get there.â Your stomach somersaults at the promise laced into his voice. âBut speaking of partiesâŚâ
Right. Holy shit, thereâs still an entire frat partying right outside these walls. Hongjoongâs unbelievable tongue managed to make you forget that for a while.Â
âI should probably go downstairs and check on things,â he finishes with a sigh, buttoning his shirt up halfway.
Itâs strange, youâre still basking in the afterglow of your climax, and yet you canât help but feel a pang of disappointment.Â
Itâs just like when you get really high and then eat an entire convenience storeâs worth of snacks. Weed makes you insatiable. Hongjoong just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm and youâre already dying for more.Â
Maybe you should thank him and let the moment be what it was.Â
âRight. Of course.â Begrudgingly, you let him go of him. He rises slowly, stretching and rolling his neck. âUm. That was great. I guess⌠I guess Iâll see you around?âÂ
Hongjoong laughs, gesturing for you to stand. âCome on, youâre coming with me.âÂ
Your heart pounds a quick beat at his smile.Â
âWhy?â you inquire. âWorried Iâll learn all of Alpha Tauâs deepest darkest secrets if I stay here alone? Think you need to keep an eye on me?âÂ
âNah,â he replies, grabbing your hand. You let him tug you to your feet, let him pull hard enough that you crash into him, your palms landing on his chest while he slings his arm around your back to catch you. âI just want to keep my hands on you.â
Š 2023 by minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost. I do not allow translations of my work.
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