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hongthoven · 2 years

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Baby Came Home

Rockstar!Hongjoong x fem!reader (smut)

⁂ pairing : rockstar!hongjoong x fem! reader

⁂ warnings : strong language, explicit sex

⁂ one shot | words count : 5.7k

⁂ tags&stuff : rockstar!hongjoong, tattooed!hongjoong, pierced!hongjoong, smoker!hongjoong, oral sex (giving), cheating, rough sex, pet names, hand holding, feelings are getting caught because who the fuck wouldn't fall for rockstar!hj - not me, your honor

⁂ plot : you go to hongjoong every time your boyfriend is being a jerk - which happens a lot - so he can fuck the anger out of you, but things take an unexpected spin when you attend one of his shows and his brand new song seems to spill a little bit more than beans.

⁂ author's notes : this was requested by my one & only muse @hongjoongsmaid ♥ and directly inspired by The Neighbourood's song "Baby Came Home" (omg just like the title of this story? OUTSTANDING) so I suggest you listen to it while reading because nothing will beat the thought of rockstar!hongjoong screaming the lyrics directly at you, amiright?

Please- P L E A S E, if you like it, comment + reblog as tumblr's algorithm seems to be a lot more complicated and some fics aren't showing in the tags, which leads to writers getting less and less notes and tbh it's very sad :(

Of course, if you think it's shit, don't interact - I'll just go cry in a corner. All in all, thanks for reading ♥

“Joong— I’m— I’m close—”

You were nothing but a whimpering mess on top of him, both of your hands attached to his shoulders as he took it as a signal to increase his pace, his insatiable hips rocketing against you as your own rhythm became a lot messier, your ass bouncing mercilessly against his thighs as your race to climax came closer to the final line.

“Wait for me, doll” Hongjoong barely growled, one of his hands traveling from your tits to your throat while the other kept you still with a strong grip over your hip, taking the lead. You had no idea how long you’d been there, riding his cock through a blissful state, but anyone could tell it had been a while from both of your glistening chests and the redness of your skin from being held forcefully for too long.

“I—I c-c-can’t” Your jaw seemed to tighten from the overwhelming pleasure running through your flesh, every part of your body suddenly too sensitive under Hongjoong’s expert touch. Clenching your fingers into his skin, almost scratching his shoulders to the bones, you could feel your spine stiffening as you were about to clench around his throbbing member when Hongjoong suddenly lifted your hips with both hands, breaking contact.

“I said wait for me! Can’t you just do that?” He smirked as you almost clenched over nothing, hips jolting from losing the unbearable overstimulation of his cock while only whines and complaints seemed to escape your pouty lips.

“Look at you– so eager to be fucked” Hongjoong chuckled almost too proudly as he teasingly smacked his head against your clit, collecting a frustrated groan out of your mouth, the sound of your own wetness almost too embarrassing as you tried to push him back inside of you. You were so close to finishing you were convinced a single thrust would make you see stars, but unfortunately, Hongjoong wasn’t having it.

“You look so fucking beautiful, doll” He smiled, sincerely endeared while leaning forward to catch your lips between his, his greedy tongue finding yours immediately as he finally pushed your hips downwards to fill you up again. Moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed with the pressure of yet another first thrust, you snaked your arms behind his neck as he pushed himself up into a seating position, his cock finding a brand new angle into the dampness of your pulsating cunt.

It wasn’t long until you crashed on top of him, body convulsing and only squeals coming out of your tired lips as Hongjoong wrecked your insides with a couple more steady, powerful thrusts while painting your walls white through a long, throaty moan. Though you felt dizzy, the sight of his veiny neck abused from his desperate pleas forced you to attach your mouth to his skin, licking the mole on the right side of his throat a second before you collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted.

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“We need to stop doing this”

Hongjoong shifted into the sheets, lifting himself up to rest his back against the wall as he watched you getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, your nervous hands buttoning up your shirt while your eyes were looking around for a sight of your panties as you heard him scoff behind your back.

“I’m serious, Joong!” You paused, sighing to yourself as you turned around to face the man whose lips were still printed all over your neck. You hated that he still looked this breathtaking right after fucking you into oblivion. Ruffled blond hair all over the place, tattooed chest coated with sweat and his thin hips barely covered by the white sheet he had creased into his fist to hide the way his exhausted cock was now resting flat between his thighs as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

“Could you not?” You frowned the minute he pinched a cig between his pink lips, raising both his eyebrows at your sudden mood swing.

“What? You’re afraid the smell of smoke may give him a hint? Darling, you look so fucked out even some blind guy down the streets could tell you’ve just been railed…” Hongjoong chuckled while lighting his cigarette. You watched as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, filling his lungs with nicotine with a content smile upon his face.

“He knows something’s going on—” You added, suddenly more nervous as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down your lap “I think he’s seen some of your texts…”

“Poor baby, do you want me to send him some care package or somethin’?”

Now he was getting a little too cocky for your liking. As much as you adored this man, you just couldn’t let him get away with that attitude.

“There’s no need to be an asshole about it, you know?” You snapped, reaching for his face to rip the cigarette off his mouth, dropping it in the glass of water you had left on the floor seconds before Hongjoong had bent you over the bed.

“I’m being an asshole about it? You’re the one always coming back to me so I can fuck the pain away everytime your boyfriend is being a jerk to you and still, I’m the one you wanna leave behind?” You couldn’t help but feel bad for a second as you caught a glimpse of sadness and anger passing through his entire face, his natural pout as the main character while his eyes seemed to look everywhere but directly at you.

“That’s all it was always supposed to be, Joong. Sex.”

“Bullshit” He snapped back, his eyes locking with yours this time.

“You know I’m right”

“Bull-shit” You could hear his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he moved towards you, the sheet drifting slightly to expose the thin lettering over his hip bone, your favorite tattoo of his.

“You think that’s what this is all about? Just sex? Read the fucking room, Y/N!”

Whether this was a confession or not, you felt terrible now, memories of the most precious moments spent with Hongjoong washing over you as your entire body started shivering under his touch the very second his palm pressed into your inner thigh.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him– Tell me you want this to stop”

His voice was softer now, composed, yet raspier than ever as all of his anger and frustration seemed to be caught in his throat, his eyes begging for the answer he was desperately waiting for.

“I love him”

Though it was merely half of a whispered confession, Hongjoong felt it like a dagger pushed right into his chest, ripping his heart apart. Still, his eyes remained locked with your, his gaze heavy with a thousand thoughts as his fingers pressed into your flesh a little harder, forcing a wince out of you.

“You’re a pitiful liar…” Hongjoong spat through the heaviest scoff, his smokey breath coating your skin with goosebumps as he pushed himself away from you, his back hitting the wall again with force while your insides seemed to twist with guilt. You hated to see him like this, hated to disappoint the only genuine support you had in a fucked-up situation and above anything, you hated the fact he was completely right.

Biting his black, painted nail out of spite, Hongjoong watched as you eventually lifted yourself up from the bed, gathering your coat and your handbag, ready to leave. Out of the many things you had in common, stubbornness was definitely the worst as it often led you both to stick to your positions, whether you were right or wrong, lacking communication in the moments you needed it the most.

“You still comin’ to the show on friday, right?” Hongjoong eventually asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Yeah—yeah we’ll be there”

You couldn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes, his obvious disgust painted all over his face as you recalled the many times Hongjoong had told you just how much he hated to hear you speak as a “we” when referring to such a dysfunctional relationship.

Hopping on one foot to zip up your ankle boot, you gave him one last look, once again stunned at the way your heart would still skip a beat at the sight of this man. The complete opposite of the one you called your boyfriend. Hongjoong was the archetype of a rockstar, every single one of his features dripping with lust and temptation. From his nose ring to the thin silver cross dangling from his earlobe or the now slightly smudged eye-liner making his cat eyes pop out of his perfect face, you often found pride in the fact he could get any girl, boy and their cousins into his bed but still chose you at the end of the day. There wasn’t a single time where Hongjoong had failed to answer your calls and even today, when he was so impossibly busy recording a new album in his studio, there wasn’t a glimpse of hesitation as soon as he had seen your name flashing upon his phone screen.

Consumed with guilt, you crawled back into bed to kiss him goodbye, every inch of your body trying not to brush his bare skin as you knew just how a single touch was enough for you to roll back into a filthy routine with the firmly established best fuck you ever had. While he wasn’t even trying to hide his bitterness, Hongjoong still allowed you to peck the corner of his lips just once without a flinch on his side - but as you were about to hop back into your feet and call it a day, you felt the strong grip of his hand behind your neck, pulling you back against his lips as his tongue was quick to find yours through a desperate, heavy kiss.

“What a waste of a fucking perfect mouth” Hongjoong growled, your bottom lip throbbing from being abruptly pulled, his teeth nibbling at it like he was trying to suck the venom out of a bee sting until he was fully satisfied with the puzzled look on your face. You hated the way he looked at you and made you feel like the only girl left in the world, hated the fact your entire body craved him again and how he only seemed to be the only one making you clench over a simple kiss and how he had definitely ruined sex with your own boyfriend but still, as your eyes locked once again, you couldn’t deny just how much you adored him. Regardless of the conflicted, unbalanced relationship you two had, Hongjoong still remained your favorite, go-to person.

Whether it was out of pride or the heartache of pulling apart, both of you failed to say a word as you quietly straightened yourself, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you escaped Hongjoong’s apartment at dusk.

The walk back to your own place felt different this time, wrapped into your coat where Hongjoong’s strong signature scent remained all over you, the coldness of an early night hit you by surprise, but it was nothing compared to the sudden realization of your feelings for the man you had left behind.

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Even a long bath wasn’t enough to get you rid of Hongjoong’s perfume, the smell of him so intense it felt like he had crawled under your skin to nest here forever and while you hated to admit it, there was something comforting about it, like having him around all the time made you safe and above anything, loved.

Sheathed in the warm, bubbly water, you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a minute, head still buzzing with the chaos of your thoughts. Without a fail, Hongjoong’s face was the first thing to come to your mind as you slowly drifted into daydream, the intensity of his gaze over your naked body making your skin burn like an ardent fire while your hand instinctively found its way between your thighs, ghosting the way Hongjoong loved to dominantly cup your pussy into his palm to make sure you knew who it belonged to.

Your fingers were quick to find your clit, rubbing it harshly to find the thrill you only seemed to find while locked into Hongjoong’s chokehold as he made you squirt repeatedly into his greedy palm, the smirk on his face a sight for sore eyes as you could vividly contemplate the pride within himself as he made you cum over and over again, his name never leaving your lips. Curling your digits, you could feel just how sore you were from the way he had pounded into you mercilessly earlier, the pain as vivid as your insufferable need to have him inside of you still. Hongjoong was nowhere near a soft lover to you, mostly because you never allowed him to be. You had made it clear from day one : what you needed from him was pure, filthy sex, leading him to have you up against a wall or bent over the desk in his studio, most of the time still partly dressed, the rush of being filled always beyond any sort of patience.

Your free hand grasping the edge of the tub, body trembling from the rush of an umpteenth orgasm, you were left panting, dizzy, but above anything: missing Hongjoong’s touch more than ever.

When your boyfriend showed up at your door that night, you were definitely ready to call it a day, both your body and mind exhausted by the events. Still, you knew how he always came back crawling after a fight, begging for your forgiveness while you had washed away the anger by riding another’s man cock until your boyfriend was merely a dark spot in the perfect cloudless sky of your life.

Of course, he made love to you that night. The barbling mess of his pitiful excuses ending as soon as he started kissing your neck and calling you sweet pet names you used to love but now gave you the icks - and while you should have felt ashamed, as soon as he thrust himself into you, Hongjoong’s face was the only thing you could see, his perfect frame towering over you, his typical smirk sending you over the edge quicker than ever as you bit the inside of your cheek not to moan his name out loud.

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Friday came quicker than you thought, the entire week passing by without talking to Hongjoong as you tried to keep the broken pieces of your life together by being a good girlfriend to your partner, ignoring the fact you no longer felt anything whenever he kissed you, his name on your phone screen only making you roll your eyes in despair.

You were ready to flip your phone so the screen would face your desk as it started buzzing with a new text, thinking it was probably your boyfriend confirming the time and place you two should meet later that night. You knew he wasn’t too happy about your evening’s plans, his passive-aggressiveness definitely increasing as the days went by while he probably hoped you’d change your mind about going to the show at all, but you weren’t having any of it. To be completely honest, the prospect of seeing Hongjoong again after days of absolute silence was the only thing sparing you from a proper mental breakdown. You missed him more than you would ever admit and when your eyes caught a glimpse of his name on your phone screen, there was no point denying the way your heart skipped a bit, your insides doing backflips as you opened his text.

from: joong ♥ still on for tonight? got a new song, can’t wait for you to hear it.

Part of you was sad not to see his typical flirting tone, his text almost too formal when he usually loved to play with your nerves and send you the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times. You had lost count of his random sexting and obscene selfies while he knew you were stuck in a major meeting at work, surrounded by your entire hierarchy and definitely not in the best situation to enjoy the sight of his veiny hand tucked into his jeans, the obviousness of his bulge making you clench in silence. While it shouldn’t come as a surprise from an actual rockstar, Hongjoong’s unapologetic slutiness still left you baffled most of the time.

You were quick to reply, your urge to sound busy definitely gone at the mere thought of a well-needed catch up. from: youcan’t wait to hear it ! any dress code? x

While he stammered through the days as the absolute rock legend he was, arrogance of a king barely masked behind the audacity of a typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, Hongjoong still had a major fashion sense and would never get caught wearing the same outfit twice. On many occasions, he had even dared to flag a couple of your fits as outmoded, the disgusted look on his face speaking a thousand words - and while you couldn’t care less about people’s opinions most of the time, you inevitably seeked Hongjoong’s approval, his praises fueling your pride in a way only he knew how.

from: joong ♥ well you know how I like your bare cunt but dickface would cry about it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he never missed an occasion to diss your boyfriend while rubbing your thighs together instinctively. The chokehold this man had on you was ridiculous at this point.

from: youthat’s not very nice.

from: joong ♥ you don’t want me to be nice, doll.

Chuckling into your palm, you could feel your entire face burning from all the flirting, once again a mere puddle of feels cupped into this man’s hands. The pet name sent you over the edge, your leg crossing above the other as you seeked for any sort of friction now that Hongjoong had unexpectedly lit that fire inside of you. Still, you had work to do and a couple hours ahead before the show. You couldn’t just concede to the filth of your thoughts just now.

from: you see you tonight, joong.

from: joong ♥ see u, doll

As you bit your bottom lip to refrain a well-needed moan, you knew your day was ruined already but now you also dreaded the moment you would see Hongjoong again, not trusting yourself in the same room as your boyfriend while your entire body craved another man.

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The venue was packed- not that it was a surprise. While Hongjoong was still a superstar on the rise, his popularity had reached its peak lately with the release of a couple hit songs, his impeccable visuals and incredible writing skills making him an artist whose career was definitely taking a spin in the toughness of the current music industry.

Obviously, Hongjoong had hooked you up with the nicest seats in the room, giving you the most perfect overlook at the crowd in the standing pit as you stood front row in the balcony, directly at the side of the stage making it easy for him to interact directly with you while you hoped he would behave for the sake of your mental strength.

As your boyfriend made his way through the seat rows with two pints of beer, holding his arms up in the air to make sure he wouldn’t spill any, you smiled in content, loving the buzz of a pre-show as you recognized Hongjoong’s familiar music taste in the playlist hyping the crowd before his big entrance while trying your best to ignore the fact he had fucked you to a couple of these songs before.

For a brief second, you thought to yourself that it wouldn’t be so bad to travel around the country and follow him on tour, the thrill of a sleepless night in a tour bus definitely getting you to clench over nothing while surrounded by a raging crowd who you knew was probably just as aroused by that man - the only difference was that you were lucky enough to know what his dick tasted like.

You felt your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist as soon as the lights went off, the crowd screaming at the mere sound of drums and you knew from his tight grip that it was nothing but him marking his territory, probably wishing Hongjoong would catch a glimpse of you two loved up in the front row. But to your own surprise, Hongjoong wasn’t the attention seeker you expected him to be, sticking to a couple glimpses every now and then, his smile inevitably widening at the sight of you wearing the cropped oversized Givenchy t-shirt he had bought for you a week ago, not missing the opportunity to let you know how great your tits would look without a bra in that crop cut. Obviously, you had failed to let your boyfriend know about your bare breast, keeping this detail as a dirty little secret between you and Hongjoong.

It wasn’t until he came back after a quick break in the middle of the show that your evening took a dramatic spin as Hongjoong grabbed the mic to face the crowd, making an announcement.

“I’m gonna play the next song for the first time ever for you guys— I wrote it just a couple days ago so it might sound a little rough…. Then again, you know I like it rough, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the raunchy comment, fascinated with the way he always knew how to entertain a crowd and make it his. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find his attitude amusing as he scoffed his bitterness directly into your ear before taking a long sip of his beer, his arm tightly wrapped around your neck.

“The song’s called Baby Came Home and it’s about a girl who rides my dick like no one”

Your heart jumped off your chest as soon as Hongjoong locked eyes with you, his mischievous smile growing bigger as every color seemed to fade away from your face, blood only rushing to your brain as the dizziness took over to the beat of the song. You could feel your boyfriend’s body stiffening at the sight of Hongjoong, watching him flirt with the mic stand as he hummed the lyrics in the most sensual way, the explicit filthiness of his thoughts pretty obvious for everyone in the crowd to see.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

She told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Walking to the side of the stage, Hongjoong looked up directly into your eyes, his smile tucked in the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow in a taunting way, his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek while he pretended to choke himself with his black, painted nails, grazing his skin in a very specific way that purposely reminded you of the way you loved to scratch his neck whenever he filled you up to the brim.

Thinking about her

She's gone all the time

I think if you found her

That even you would know she's mine

Jumping on top of one of the guitar amps so he would stand directly at your level, Hongjoong never paid attention to the rest of the crowd anymore, his eyes bouncing from yours to your boyfriend’s, finding pride in the way he seemed to be more and more furious with every word coming out of his mouth. Now if the lyrics weren’t enough, Hongjoong’s attitude was beyond any decency as he started to stutter the lyrics through a moan, body rolling against his own palm as he grabbed a handful of himself while keeping his gaze locked on you, knowing just how your body would react at the sight of him- and while you were definitely forced into the most awkward situation between your lover and boyfriend, you couldn’t deny just how wet his whole performance had gotten you already.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

Told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Petrified, you watched as Hongjoong smirked at your boyfriend, flipping him off with his tongue out in the most provocative way you could think of. You didn’t know exactly when he had stopped hugging you from behind but it’s only when Hongjoong dared to come closer, leaning forward to scream the very last part of the song that you realized he was already gone. Resting backwards with his back tilted in your direction and the back of his head against the edge of the balcony, Hongjoong closed his eyes, screaming the lyrics with his entire heart and soul, the violence of his words matching the hectic beating of your own heart into your chest.

She's mine, she's mine

That girl is mine, she's MINE.

Out of breath, you felt suddenly exposed as the entire venue seemed to look at you like the main character in the story now that Hongjoong had failed to be discreet about it. Wrapping your own arms around yourself, you gave him a cold stare as he blew you a kiss, going back to the center of the stage like nothing happened. Alone and distraught, you missed the rest of the show, completely lost in your own thoughts, wrapped into a smokey haze from the stage and the awful smell of the beer your boyfriend had spilled on his way out.

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“Are you out of your FUCKING mind?” you spat as you barged into the backstage room, directly aiming at Hongjoong as he was resting on the couch with one of his feet up the coffee table, his top already off his bare, sweaty chest.

“Didn’t like my little homage, doll?” He smirked, obviously proud of his move as he waved his hand into the air, motioning for his bandmates to leave the room and give you privacy.

“Oh they can stay– you made a complete fool of me in front of an audience, I can slap the shit out of you in front of your band, can’t I?”

“Trust me, doll, you don’t want them to stay…” He was standing now, walking directly into your direction, his black, glittery eye-shadow melting with sweat from a two hours show in an overheated venue. His blonde hair was all over the place but still, he looked absolutely stunning.

“Why’s that? Don’t want them to see you getting punched in the face?”

“No, doll…” he shook his head with a smile, his hands already framing your face as he slowly walked you towards the nearest wall, “I just don’t want any of them to see you with a mouthful of my cock” his tone almost turned into a growl as he chuckled so close to your face you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting your lips with a foggy coat filled with lust.

“Fuck you, Hongjoong– you had no fucking right to do that!” You tried to push him away, your fist stammering against his chest as he kept you close still, his lips already attacking your neck as you found yourself locked between his body and the wall behind your back.

“Had to–” He barely groaned, nibbling at your neck “you didn’t know how to drop his pathetic ass— you should be fucking thankful” traveling his lips along your throat, Hongjoong purposely ignored your constant whining, his hands pushing past your top only to be delighted with the touch of your bare, erected nipples against his palms.

“No bra, uh?” He smiled, a little too proudly for your liking, “see, you’re not just a brat after all– sometimes you do listen to me”.

“Fuck off” You inevitably moaned as soon as his mouth found your tits, his viscious tongue darting against your nipple while his thumb toyed with the other. There was no point trying to fight any longer as your body failed to match your accusations. Pushing your hips against his growing bulge, your hands brushing through his hair as his started to suck on your breast through the most obscene sounds, you couldn’t help but moan under his touch, your thighs squeezed together so tightly you could almost feel your arousal spilling out of your crushed pussy.

“You know damn well he could never fuck you like I do” Hongjoong added, his eyes finding yours again as one of his hand pulled at your hair, tilting your head just enough to confirm his statement while the other was already unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper sounding like a blissful reward as your mouth inevitably started to water.

“Lost your tongue, doll?” He smiled, his hand abandoning his hardened cock to slip between your thighs forcefully, his middle finger immediately collecting a fair coat of your wetness and spreading it along your slit at a painfully slow pace.

“You can say you hated every part of it but your body says otherwise— I think you’d let me fuck you in front of that crowd if you had a chance… Let everyone see how I make this pussy mine, hmm?” His lips were back on yours again, nibbling, licking, biting until you caved and started to grind against his palm, wishing his fingers would slip inside of you already. Hongjoong definitely had a way with words that tickled your imagination in the best possible ways, and for a second, you were definitely kneeling on that stage, both of his hands holding your head still as he deepthroated you in front of a crowd, the painful mix of humiliation and exhibition kink taking its toll on you as your body instinctively slipped against the wall until you were down on your knees, eye-leveled with Hongjoong’s cock.

Without a word, you looked up to meet his gaze, finding pride in the way his lips curved into an O as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, teasing his balls with the flat of your tongue until you started to drag your lips along his stiff cock, taking your time to coat him with saliva as you felt him groan behind his gritted teeth, his hands fiddling with your hair while you finally pushed his head past your lips, swallowing every inches of him until the bitter taste of precum hit the back of your throat.

While you loved to give him head, his cock a perfect fit for your trained jaw, you didn’t feel like going all the way today, a simple taste more than enough to get the fuel going as you popped him out of your lips before your knees even started to bruise against the carpeted floor. Luckily, as rough as Hongjoong could be as a lover, he was never the one forcing you into doing anything and while any other man could have kept you down until your face was plastered with cum, this one man you adored never complained about the throbbing hard-on you had left behind.

“Fuck, doll- you don’t even know how much I fucking adore you…” Hongjoong almost whispered through a kiss, unbothered by his own taste over his tongue as both of his hands found their way behind your thighs, lifting you up against the wall as your legs were left dangling above his veiny arms and wide open for him.

It only took a single, powerful thrust to make you scream his name, your back slamming forcefully against the wall as Hongjoong started to hammer himself into your soaking wet cunt, his throat vibrating against your shoulder as he growled out of complete bliss, loving the way you swallowed him entirely and the obscenity of your skin slapping together mixed with the thundering sound of your body crashing against the wall everytime he pinned you back into it. He was merciless, as usual, only this time there seemed to be something different, your heart skipping a beat the moment your legs attached behind his back so he could grab both of your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he kept it firmly against the wall while pounding at a brutal pace.

Panting heavily, pins and needles all over your legs, your eyes finally locked with his, his lips slightly red from sucking on your neck for too long as his face seemed painted with a newly found type of adoration, eyes filled with love as his mouth curved into a soft smile to match his decreasing pace. The longer you stared into each other's eyes, the softer Hongjoong seemed to become, his hips rolling slowly against you as he barely pulled out anymore, finding his peak in the way you seemed to keep him inside your warmth, never letting go. Tilting his head to the side, his mouth found yours one more time, his kiss a lot softer yet deeper this time, tongues rolling over each other as you both hummed in perfect euphoria.

Lifting you up and off the wall, Hongjoong made sure you were tightly attached to his hips as he walked you towards the couch, crashing his back against it while you straddled his lap, his cock never slipping out as you started to bounce slowly, enjoying every inch of him while his hands pushed your shirt past your shoulders, lips all over your shoulders, throat and chest.

“Fuck—Joong…” You moaned as soon as his lips smacked around your tit, pulling at it slightly while rolling his tongue over your erected nub, your back arching naturally into his palm as you could feel yourself getting closer to climax.

“I’m close” There you were again, whimpering into this man’s arms, cunt full of him, both of your hands framing his perfect face as your eyes dived into his soul while he drove you to the most blissful state, just like days before.

Only this time he didn’t ask for you to wait for him.

Both of you had already waited long enough to be there.

At last, you were home.

#hongjoong x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #rockstar!hongjoong

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syncoflove · 2 days

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KIM HONGJOONG

OUR ROCKSTAR! INDEED!! 🔥🔥

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riprenn · 1 month

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#nothing to say really #this hongjoong just reminds me of this song every time i see him #idk whyyyy #he's so rockstar coded #bring the mullet back for the love of god #kim hongjoong #ateez #atz #hongjoong #songtext #arctic monkeys

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thelargefrye · 1 year

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Doing rocker!hongjoong’s makeup before a show and starting to make out and all of his lipstick gets messy🥹

[ PROMPT ] —— things get a little heated while you and hongjoong do his makeup.

pairing : rocker!hongjoong x rocker!f!reader (background poly ateez) genre : rocker au, kind of not really suggestive, fluff warnings : make-outs

hongjoong could only let out a small laugh as you straddled his lap, lipstick in hand. his hands immediately find purchase around your waist.

“let me do your lipstick before you go on stage, joongie,” you say and hongjoong hums as you start applying the lipstick to his lips.

once you were done, you smiled at how it turned out. hongjoong couldn’t help see how pretty you looked with your smile and immediately cupped your face in order to crash his lips against yours.

at first the kiss caught you off guard, but you quickly fell into the rhythm of his lips against yours. your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer.

his lips moved with a purpose against yours, his hands moving to pull your body closer to his and your own tangling in his hair.

at one point his tongue slipped inside of your mouth causing you to moan as his hands slipped underneath your shirt to press into your skin.

when you finally pulled away from his lips, you were both breathless and panting heavily. hongjoong looked at you with hooded eyes and your own traveled down to his lips.

his lips which know had smudged lipstick all over. you pouted a little at seeing how your work was now wasted and the unofficial leader of the group could only grin at your expression.

“don’t pout, baby,” he says.

“but your lipstick is smudged now.”

“don’t worry about it. i’m sure it looks even better now,” he says trying to assure you.

before you could say anything else, a stage manager came and announced that hongjoong and a few of the others had five minutes before they are due onstage.

hongjoong kisses you one last time before moving you off his lap and grabbing his guitar as he joins seonghwa, wooyoung, and mingi. san walks by you and snickers a little bit before saying, “are you and hongjoong matching makeup tonight?”

“what?” you are quick to get up and walk over to one of the mirrors where you see your lipstick also smudged like hongjoong’s was.

you let out a gasp as you are quick to try and fix it while san and yeosang are left laughing behind you.

“kim hongjoong how dare you ruin my makeup!”

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ROCKSTAR!HONGJOONG ▶︎ LET'S BURN THE STAGE!

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alisateez · 2 months

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hongjoong🤝🏻bleached brows & hair

the following song rlly goes with the pics

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we need more rockstar hongjoong stories i really love ur writing style

you see this? do you see this?? we absolutely need more rockstar!hongjoong fics. i have only written one, but i want to write more; because rockstar!hongjoong is one of my fav tropes!!

#rockstar hongjoong is actually manifesting before our very eyes #and thank you sm!!#hongjoong hard thoughts #joongie #anonymous

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Ateez as Rockstar's~ Pt. 2

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader(f), Kim Hongjoong x Reader(f), Choi Jongho x Reader(f) x Kang Yeosang ღGenre: Rock Band! Au ღWord Count: 1,468 ღWarnings: public sex, sub/dom dynamics, double penetration, strength kink, oral (m receiving), cum shot ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: in which ateez are in a band and you just joined and… it’s a little bit more convenient to have a girl member than find a groupie…

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland because what’s a thirsty stan without her thirsty stan sisters :’( also thank you for always helping me brainstorm and fluffing out my ideas

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

Mingi as acoustic guitarist

The practice room was silent except for the small noises coming from Mingi. You were on your phone, after Hongjoong called for a break, and some of the other band members went out for a smoke and a piss. Mingi opted to whip out his notebook and work on a song that he had been perfecting for the past few days.

The soft guitar noises from his acoustic were low and soothing, to which you pretty much drowned out, scrolling needlessly through some social media and changing to a clothing website, trying to figure out your next outfit for your next gig. It wasn’t until you heard a whine escape Mingi’s lips, that you knew you were in trouble.

“Having trouble?” You spoke up and Mingi’s shoulders tense. “I can’t match up the lyrics to the melody I have.”

You decide right then and there to help out yourself and Mingi. “Maybe I can help.” Mingi looks up at you as you come around your drum set and in front of him, perched on a chair with his leg crossed over his knee. His eyes are big and brown and you cup his face. “Do you have some experience writing songs?”

You laugh under your breath at how cute he is. “No, I have some experience in inspiring others.”

You take Mingi’s guitar and set it aside on its stand and straddle him. You card his long locks out of his face and run your hands along his chest. Mingi lets out another whimper but he’s no longer thinking about writing his song. You lean into him, whispering into his ear like Temptation herself. “Let’s have a quickie before everyone comes back.” You gently take his earlobe into your mouth and suck on it and Mingi’s off to the races.

His large hands encompass your waist as he fucks up into you, eyes screwed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip. “Fuck,” he grunts as you clench around him, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking cute,” You giggle again. “Big softie with big hands. We gotta cum quickly or everyone will catch us. Don’t want that, hmm, Mingi?”

Mingi wraps his arms around your body and starts to jackhammer up into you. His whines are so pretty that you feel yourself getting wetter just because of them. “Wanna fuck you, wanna come, wanna get inspired. This cunt is so good. Fuck, it could inspire a thousand songs!” With one final thrust, Mingi paints your insides with his cum and sends you off on a climax journey of your own. His cute smile is reward enough but his thank you kiss is a cherry on top.

Hongjoong as rhythm guitarist

Your leader needed a little TLC. You could tell that he was working himself a lot, his tired smile greeting you when you showed up with some coffee and a fake excuse that you wanted to talk about the Jongho situation. Hongjoong was shocked, to say the least, when you fell to your knees and offered to take care of him.

“Let me give you the best suck of your life,” You purr, fingers running up and down his thighs. You’re on your knees and in between his legs, and so ready to hear this man moan.

Hongjoong swallows audibly, “I don’t think--”

“Then don’t think,” You cut him off.

Your fingers reach for his pants and make quick work of the button and zipper. He doesn’t protest again when he helps you pull down his pants far enough to coax out a chubby from his underwear. You rub him with the palm of your hand until he gets fully hard and that’s when you take him in your mouth.

Hongjoong’s cries are raw from his morning voice but high. You set yourself to the task, bobbing up and down on his length. You pay special attention to his head, lips tightening to suck there. Your actions are rewarded with Hongjoong putting his hand around your ponytail and pulling. He bucks into your face, not searching for control, but searching for his impending climax.

You pop off him and the look of defeat on his face is almost comedic. “It’s okay, Baby,” You reassure him, “You’re gonna cum. I was just wondering how you wanted it?”

His eyebrows furrow and a pout graces his pink lips. “How…?”

“Tits, face, tongue, mouth… where do you wanna come?” You persist.

“Tongue?” Hongjoong says more as a question than a statement.

You spit in your hand and then begin to jerk Hongjoong off quickly. He gasps loudly and his muscles strain at the sudden pleasure. Once you gauge that he’s close to coming, you stick your tongue out, still jerking him off, but now the tip of his head is hitting your tongue. That’s it for Hongjoong. He comes with a loud, drawn out cry, shooting more than enough cum to impregnate a crowd of groupies.

You do your best to capture it all, but some lands on your face. Hongjoong apologizes for making a mess but looks very well satisfied.

“I like it a little bit messy,” You tease him, hoping he’s imagining all the other ways you could look ruined for him.

Yeosang and Jongho as lead singer (low) and drummer

What started as an innocent “who’s arms are stronger?” question between Yeosang and Jongho while on the tour bus alone with them, has quickly turned into a not-so-innocent battle of the strong ones. While an arm-wrestling match wasn’t enough, it was soon suggested that Yeosang had the stronger arms, since he was confident he could fuck you against a wall while holding you up. Jongho scoffed at the idea, saying Yeosang’s thrust game was sloppy at best. Yeosang was willing to put his money where his mouth was and that’s how you ended up naked as the day you were born, between the two of them.

Your legs are wrapped around Yeosang’s thick waist, his hands bracing your lower back as you attempt to lean backwards into Jongho’s waiting arms. Jongho catches you gently, squeezing your shoulders as he holds you up and you lean all the way back to take the drummer’s dick on your mouth, upside down of course.

Once you relax into the hold of both the drummer and the lead singer, it’s not much work for you. Yeosang’s thrust game is not sloppy, it’s actually quite precise and slow. You appreciate the build up he’s giving you because the stretch to accommodate his fat cock was quite lovely. Jongho continues to squeeze your shoulders, because every time he does, you seem to open wider for him and take him deeper in your throat.

“Fuck, this throat pussy is so good,” Jongho moans above you. He also works at a snails pace, enjoying the drag of his cock against your tongue as well.

“Getting tired yet, Jongho?” Yeosang pokes at Jongho verbally. “I could fuck this pussy all goddamn night.”

You can’t see but you know Jongho is rolling his eyes at Yeosang. “I don’t think so, Sangie~” Jongho says in a singsong voice, mimicking you from earlier when you squeezed Yeosang’s bicep. “Just because I don’t show mine off, doesn’t mean you have more muscles than I do.”

“Fuck,” Yeosang quietly swears, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy. He giggles nervously.

“What’s wrong Yeosang, gonna come so quickly?” Jongho pokes back at Yeosang. The drummer is still fucking your mouth like it’s just another Tuesday night.

“You don’t understand--” Yeosang speaks through gritted teeth, “She clenches down every time we speak and--” Yeosang thrusts harder into you and you moan around Jongho’s dick, “--it’s everything.”

Jongho scoffs, “Of course you’d get off on someone else getting off on your voice.” His thrust gets a little sharper, however, indicating he’s also getting off on you getting off on his voice.

You whine around Jongho when Yeosang pushes a finger down on your clit. “We all might as well come quickly. It’s gonna be a few rounds before one of us gives up.”

Your cries get higher and higher pitch as Yeosang sends the both of you through your climax. Yeosang keeps fucking through his own cum, refusing to give up the game.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” Jongho murmurs under his breath, hand in your hair, thrusting shallowly into your cheek now, just to show his control, "I'll show you how long I can last."

"Hey!" Yeosang laughs in spite of himself. "Let's see how you do with her cunt."

Jongho laughs, "When you lose, I'll show my fellow drummer what it really means to be fucked."

"Yeah yeah," Yeosang says, sounding distracted by your pussy again, "See if you can make her come as well as I can."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly getting fucked, regardless of who one the strong arm contest.

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

#kvanity #ateez smut #song mingi smut #kim hongjoong smut #choi jongho smut #kang yeosang smut #ღatz #topaz's work #ateez as rockstars #i know i made them but the moodboards for this series are fucking sexy #also wheeeew jongho and yeosang wowie

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minhyuuk · 1 year

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who’s crying now // rockteez!seongjoong

⇀ genre: au, band fic, rockstars, music, general

⇀ word count: 1.7k

⇀ tw: explicit language

⇀ summary: Hongjoong won't sit back and let pretty-boy lead singer Seonghwa rip off his band's music.

“What do you mean they covered it? That’s our cover. It’s our finishing act!” Hongjoong asked between exasperated breaths. Those fuckheads, he couldn’t believe they would pull something like this. It was a slap in the face. The Guerrillas were known for their rendition of Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew. It was a classic that they rebranded for shits and giggles one day in the studio and it became a hit. The song was incorporated into their setlist faster than Hongjoong could strum.

Across town, their rivals named the ‘Pirate Kings’ were performing for their nationwide tour. The Guerrillas weren’t as popular as Pirate Kings but still garnered enough attention. Enough attention for Pirate Kings to rip off the very cover that launched them into relevance. The Guerrillas were finishing up their own concert and stepped behind the curtains to hydrate and freshen up before sending their fans on their way. San had checked his phone and noticed a flurry of messages informing him of the rival band stealing their thunder at a venue only 15 minutes away.

“I’m not surprised, Seonghwa loves the attention and he’ll do anything to get it. On the night of both our shows? Half of our fans are already over at their concert. Shit…” San’s head hung low and morale dipped among the exhausted rock group.

Jongho, their main singer, sat on the couch in defeat. He didn’t have any reason to feel more upset than Hongjoong. Hongjoong was their main guitarist and the lead vocal for their Cutting Crews cover. It was a slap in the face to all of them, but mostly him. Pirate Kings couldn’t stand to see a smaller band grow, could they? It was a stunt Hongjoong knew was the brainchild of their fame-obsessed lead singer, Seonghwa, who paraded his good looks and whiny voice around stage.

“We’ll cover Journey.”

One of Yunho’s drumsticks fell from his palm, “What?”

“If they wanna cover our covers, we’ll cover theirs. We cover Separate Ways as a big, you know, like a big ‘fuck you’ and then …” Hongjoong wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“And then?” San interjected, curious but not necessarily shooting down the thought.

“And then… Well, it might be the best or worst thing we’ll ever do.”

“We have five minutes to decide on something.” Jongho swiped at the perspiration on his forehead and grabbed his mic.

Hongjoong bit his lip. Fuck. He wasn’t lying when he said it could be the best or worst thing. If they were targeted by Pirate Kings for ripping off their cover, their contracts would be over. The band’s reputation would plummet and they’d have to work twice as hard to get to where they are now, let alone any higher…However, if it worked out… If their spontaneous revenge cover of Journey went anything like Cutting Crew…They’d earn some bragging rights and maybe even a few record deal offers.

And much to Hongjoong’s initial chagrin, he could rub the prominence right in the face of Pirate King’s Park Seonghwa.

“I’m down.” Yunho held his drumsticks out in between the four of them. San sighed and placed his hand over top. Nervously, Jongho stood up and joined. The three of them stared at Hongjoong expectantly.

“If you fuck this up for us, I’m NEVER going to karaoke with you again.” San laughed despite his shaky nerves. It wasn’t a question of whether or not they could play the cover or play it well, they knew they could do this. The implications of stealing their thunder back were what tempted reconsideration. Plus, losing karaoke night was a threat Hongjoong didn’t heed lightly.

“Let’s go show Pirate Kings whose ass they can kiss!” Hongjoong slapped his hand down on the circle and the four of them yelled ‘Guerrillas!’ in unison. The lights on the stage cued their entrance, the crowd going wild in the sudden darkness. Fans of The Guerrillas were few and far between but as loyal as they come. Their screams welcomed the rock band back onto the platform for their encore. Hongjoong and Jongho took center stage to prepare for the song. All the members exchanged a look of “here goes nothing” before they were illuminated.

“We’re gonna do something a bit differently tonight, is that alright?” Jongho asked the crowd rather formally, to which they replied in screams of confusion and excitement. “We’ve got some news that a band down the street took some inspiration from our classic rock covers…” He paused for dramatic effect. Some of the audience cheered, a majority booed, others remained completely ignorant.

“And we thought that in order to repay the honor we’d cover one of their pieces. I’m sure we’ve all heard ‘Separate Ways’ covered by the lovely Pirate Kings, it’s good, isn’t it?” His sarcasm was hard not to laugh at. Jongho was fronting the last minute decision as if he planned it himself and Hongjoong gazed at the singer admirably.

“But what about ‘Separate Ways’ covered by us? For this show only, we will be skipping our ‘Died In Your Arms’ rendition- I know, I know. Think of it as a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience?”

San chipped in at the mic while fixing his bass strap, “Promise me, you won’t want to miss out on this. You guys are recording, right?” His wink swayed the indifferent crowd in the right direction and they began to cheer. It might have also been because between sets the bassist managed to lose half his clothes.

To prevent them from sidetracking, Yunho began to kick a steady rhythm onto the bass drum to build the crowd’s anticipation.

Hongjoong strummed the infamous synthesizer opening onto his guitar. In an egotistical stroke, he stepped up to his mic and yelled into the crowd, “Take this, Pirate Kings!”

The music radiated from the stage in a wicked energy laced with revenge and the song’s undeniable notoriety. They were doing it, they were covering Separate Ways and no matter the amount of anxiety that ran through Hongjoong’s body, he wasn’t stopping. He was meant to play music. He was meant to be on stage to rile a crowd and play his heart out. No one was going to take that from him or his bandmates. Especially not over a Journey song.

Jongho took out his earpiece, not needing it for the anthem. He found his voice in the opening words of the song which gained more cheers from the crowd than he was expecting. The camera flashes and the sea of phones being held up stunned him. This really might have been the best thing they’ve ever done.

“Here we stand worlds apart, hearts broken in two...two…two,”

The crowd was electrified. Whatever the repercussions of this moment were drowned out to the sound of a bellowing theater begging for more. Hongjoong strummed on his guitar in a Journey-induced ecstasy. This is how music was supposed to make people feel. It was meant to tickle you from head to toe, to make you feel rebellious, daring, free… Alive. When he glanced at his band, their eyes were all closed to latch onto the moment’s bliss. Canceling one sense to heighten another. They played on. When his time arrived Hongjoong pressed his lips into the mic and belted out to his heart’s content the chorus:

“Someday, love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways!”

The music carried them to the end of the song. The bass drum’s beat cascaded like the heartbeat of a wave throughout the building. Hongjoong was unable to recall how long they played the refrain after the singing had finished. It felt like a crime to end the song with the crowd’s reaction only increasing. However, to give the members a rest, they lifted their hands off their instruments and followed Jongho to finish off the song in another round of a capella.

The holler from the audience tore the air asunder in a roar. The Guerrillas had concluded their concert with more pomp and circumstance than they ever had imagined. Their energy had made an irrefutable shift and it was palpable. More palpable than the sweat that dripped of Hongjoong’s cheek into his mouth and more intense than the spotlights that blinded his tired eyes. They were meant to make it big, even if it meant making a few enemies along the way. They were The Guerrillas, who could stop them?

Twenty minutes passed of the band waving and bowing to their fans, catching thrown gifts, dancing and singing until their feet burned. Off-stage Jongho noticed the group's manager ushering to them while holding up a phone screen. He was attempting to beckon the rock stars over after their departure from the stage. Judging by the shaking green phone icon, someone was calling the manager. Riding off the high, the members shook each other in anticipation. Was it a major record company? Was it the local news channel asking for an interview? Who was on the other end of that line that promised everything the four of them had ever dreamed of?

“Hongjoong, you take it. Tonight was your idea.” San laughed like a drunk man. He was elated.

Backstage they huddled around the phone and leaned in together. Hongjoong wiped away some beads of sweat before pressing the screen and holding the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this The Guerrillas?”

“Yes, this is Kim Hongjoong.”

“I’d like to speak with you about your performance tonight.”

Yunho and San stomped their feet, hyping each other up in unhinged excitement.

Hongjoong calmed them and kept his cool, “Of course, can I ask who is calling?”

Seconds melted into decades once Hongjoong’s question rolled off his tongue. The joy didn’t seem to end even as the sky’s limit was reached and they continued to soar. Whoever it was, Hongjoong would marry them. He was going to repay the person by placing a big, fat diamond ring on their finger. His dreams were coming true. Sold out stadiums, merchandise, photoshoots, studios with thousand dollar equipment. He could make the music he loved with his three most beloved friends in the entire universe. All he had to do was wait for a reply before he could pop the big question.

The speaker crackled and all four hearts stopped.

“This is Park Seonghwa, we need to talk.”

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this work is also posted on my ao3 so it is not stolen and the pic at the top is not mine so i do not take credit // tags: @thesafecafe

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