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Just Let Me Whisper in Your Ear~

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warnings: dom reader and sub yuta, toys (vibrators), face slapping (once), cock slapping (once), degradation, overstimulation and masochism

word count: 2.9k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: do you KNOW how hard it is to remove two more people from a scene and turn bxb into y/n all simultaneously and add in the world-building from a 13k story all at once??? you guys are so lucky i do this for you! reader is gender neutral, no mentions of your genitals/race/majorly identifying features. it is implied that you and 127 are in a giant poly relationship but it's not really plot necessary!

Yuta has been a little bitch as of recent, a teasing mess who has been pretending that he's the hardest dom ever, when both you and the entirety of the 127 members know that Yuta hardly doms at all.

Sure, perhaps when he's in a particular mood he'll dom, and it's true that he's pretty mean about it—you're never on the receiving end of it, but you've watched him with some of the other members and he's definitely a hard dom—but he's far more of a sub leaning switch than anything else.

So it's obviously laughable that he's been posturing like he has, but you have no tolerance for the obnoxious way he's been doing it.

The rest of NCT may let him get away with it, after all, he'd eventually give up when he decides he wants to get railed within an inch of his life.

So, it's no matter when you drag him away and throw him into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and shoving your lips against his.

Yuta kisses back eagerly, desperately, because that's what he is. Beneath grandeur, he's a desperate slut, eager to please, filled with dirty kinks and desire to be fucked.

"Strip and get on the bed, slut." You hiss, no tolerance, because you've had plenty up until this point.

Yuta's grin glints with mischievousness. "Make me."

"Ah, careful slut, you don't know what you're getting into."

Yuta giggles, "Hmm, are you sure?"

In fact, you were sure, and you were right, because Yuta is now two orgasms in with the promise of more on the way, absolutely incapable of understanding whatever was said.

Well, blame his own little dirty kinks.

He loves the idea of being spoken to entirely in English, finds the language incredibly sexy and always prefers when you use it while you fuck him, even if at times he barely understands it.

He certainly doesn't understand much of it now, his brain leaking out of his ears and coated in arousal with each orgasm he's lost to. He's been in Japan as of recent and so he's been refreshed in his native language, of course with still good Korean.

His English did not benefit from this stint, and so honestly, anything past the word "colour" is lost on him. He, however, doesn't want to admit it out loud and make you go back to speaking Korean, not when English was so much sexier, even unintelligible to him.

"What do I do with a bitch like you?" You ask rhetorically.

"You're such a whore that you'd let all of NCT fuck you at once, and it still wouldn't be enough for you. You're nothing more than a kinky little slut for all of us to use whenever you decide you want to be fucked stupid. You could never get enough of our dicks, even if we kept you on one at every moment of the day."

Yuta just shudders, hips rolling on the bed.

"I'm going to make you cum so many times you plead with me to stop, Yuta." You tell him, purposefully saying it in Korean just so that Yuta can moan again at the words, just so he can fully understand.

And he does, and he swears that you are intent on murdering him in cold blood during sex.

You could talk to him dirty for an hour and without even touching his dick once—in English or Korean—and Yuta could cum from it, he knows it, and you do too. Hell, you've tried it with minimal stimulation before and Yuta did cum.

You are just like the rest of the doms, using all the clues you have about Yuta and the way his body works to make him lose his mind with need, and it was fucking working.

You've made him cum from your fingers twice, once opening him up and another by simply finger-fucking him and shoving a vibrator in him, which has sat idly in him until now, until your hand ghosts back over the remote control while Yuta is distracted, and you finally touch that little power button.

Suddenly Yuta's body was racked with vibrations.

Though the pattern was lower than anything it's usually set on, with the added overstimulation of two orgasms behind him, it feels so much more intense even at a lesser volume.

Yuta's limbs twitch, jerking in your loose hold of him, a high whimper slipping from his throat. He knew even though it'd only been seconds with the vibrations going that he probably wouldn't last long—maybe not even through whatever you were intending to do with him.

"Ngh~ fuck, gah—" he chokes, and he was rapidly realising that his vocabulary was incredibly limited in Korean; he needed to use too much thought to formulate a sentence of coherence.

"Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?" You coo, and Yuta may not really understand what was said, but he knows that you're pretending to seem sympathetic from just the tone used.

You may have a soft dom side that you show to your other subs; he's pretty sure that Mark is on the receiving end of it quite frequently, but that type of care is never reserved for Yuta.

No, whenever you dom Yuta it's with cruel words and even crueller actions, not with soft praises blending with mild degradation and soft demands.

When you were with Yuta, you both preferred it to be mean, to leave Yuta completely satiated by ripping out all of his stress in tears and sore throats.

Yuta knows your tone is fake and it's only confirmed to him when he feels a sharp slap against his cheek.

The burn leaves Yuta feeling heady with whiplash, a brutal moan getting forced out of him as though he'd been punched, shame swirling around in his stomach for enjoying something as dirty as being slapped in bed.

"Fuck, Fuck, Yuta you're so hot, you're so fucking pretty." You gasp, slipping out of your persona, only for a mere moment, your voice displaying the pure want that you keep hidden for the scene.

Yuta's moaning too at the words as though it was himself in awe.

Yuta lolls his tongue out, you're almost sure that it's subconscious, that he doesn't even realise it, but you're simultaneously focused on the way his abs tense and release every few seconds, the way Yuta's legs keep rustling on the sheets as the vibrator goes to town on him.

You are staring, eyes lidded at the sight of him, and you mess with the vibration movement to change it to a setting that feels more like Yuta is getting fucked, rather than just a simple vibration, and now Yuta is openly sobbing.

He cries out again, "please, please, please!" and he's not sure if he's pleading for you to keep going, to stop or to cum, but he's past the point of really thinking how to say more.

He doesn't need to, because you fully understand what he wants.

"What a little slut, you want to cum that bad do you? I knew you were desperate but you always seem to surprise me with how much you'd willingly debase yourself just for dick."

You actually slap his cock. Not nearly as hard as you did his face, since the skin is so much more sensitive there, but it makes Yuta scream.

The pain contrasts so harshly with every other feeling rushing through his body and it's overwhelming, as Yuta begins to break again.

He feels as though he could cum at any moment, humiliating because it can't have been that long since his last orgasm before the vibrator started, but he can't control himself anymore.

Yuta's entire body really is shaking now, unable to contain his pleasure when he feels so good, so wanted; making you so aroused and being the reason why you're so flushed, even with the dom persona alongside it. Not to mention the tone of voice you have and the words that he can barely process, all of which are adding up to be an incredibly intense experience.

You do what Yuta does frequently (if only because he knows how sexy it is in general, but also because all of 127 get off so much on the idea of cum eating, which is something else entirely) and drag your hand through his previous release that was coated on his stomach, with one hand you pry open Yuta's mouth and with the other you gather up the cum on Yuta's abs, shoving your fingers deep into his open mouth.

Yuta's eyes are rolling in his skull, tongue swirling around your long fingers, and when you start to fuck them deep into his mouth, into his throat, it once again feels like Yuta's last straw.

His borderline screaming moans don't sound like anything, not Japanese or Korean around the fingers inside of his mouth and he's not even sure what they would be even unobstructed. He actually feels as though his orgasm is bordering on more painful than pleasurous as he body twists on the bed. He hasn't managed to leave your reach but it feels as though his limbs have all left his control as he cums so hard it hits his neck and chin.

The vibrator cuts off and Yuta looks up to see your chest heaving and you staring as though you want nothing more than to take him and fuck him stupid.

He opens his mouth to say anything, whether it be smart or not, but nothing comes out as he goes to express himself in Korean.

He tries to think of what he was trying to say but his brain feels coated in syrup and his tongue feels as heavy as lead in his mouth.

You speak for him, however.

"Good slut. You're almost done, but you can take a little more, can't you?" You asks, but it's English and all Yuta can do is stare at you with dumb eyes, empty of recognition.

You tsk, "Poor slut, you really don't have a brain of your own. That's okay, it's a good thing you don't have to think, all good little whores have to do is open their legs whenever they're needed."

You say it in Korean, and Yuta can barely understand that, but the utterly broken moan that falls from his lips is worth breaking the English rule established.

"Give me a colour, Yuta. Can you take one more?" You ask.

"Green!" the sub squeals, and you groan lowly in response before replying with, "I need it in Korean, Yu." Genuine softness comes from the tone for the first time since their scene began and it makes Yuta realise that he'd said his answer in Japanese.

Korean, because you don't speak Japanese, but Korean is your second language, and you have to make sure that he's okay still.

"Green." Yuta replies, accent poor and word slurred but (barely) comprehensible nonetheless and you press a light kiss to his cheek before falling into character again.

"Remember, you said you could take one more."

This time, Yuta is as prepared as he could be for the vibrator to start up again, and braced himself accordingly.

It still didn't feel like enough, and Yuta was almost sure that nothing he did to prepare could've been.

"Oh! Uhnng~ Shit— ah!" It spilled out as gibberish, moans as his hips bucked.

One more orgasm felt so easy and yet so difficult to him, his cock felt absolutely spent and he was really overwhelmed by his arousal even after having cum so many times. He felt like his body was really at his limit but if you wanted him to do more, then he would.

He would be a good boy. He wanted it more than anything.

"That's it, Yuta. Focus on the feeling of that little toy inside you, I bet it feels good. It will never be as good as I would be, my body splitting you open and fucking you in every position I could think of, but I know it feels good and I know it can make you scream."

Yuta's not listening anymore, how can he be when he can barely even think.

His poor body is really at it's limit, his hips uncontrollably twisting in the air as if he could escape the assault on his prostate, his throat forcing out moans so high they might as well use them for the background high adlibs in one of their songs.

Yuta isn't going to last more than four minutes at the maximum and it's evident from the way he keeps fisting the sheets and convulsing.

He's trying too hard to not cum in seconds flat to think about what you are doing on top of him—though, if he should know anything from hooking up with you, it should be to never let you catch him off guard—that the feeling of lube dripping over top of his semi-hard erection makes him jolt in shock.

Why are you pouring lube on him? You can't surely expect Yuta to stay hard enough to fuck anybody and he can't take much more than what he's at right now.

"Yuta, can't wait to watch you wail and beg me to stop."

You are simply speaking Korean now, seemingly discovering that English was a lost cause when Korean itself poses the same difficulty that English did for him at the beginning of their scene.

Yuta can't process what was said before he hears a louder buzzing, and he can't process the sound before he feels a bullet vibrator touching his shaft.

And boy, does Yuta scream.

It's louder than any of them have ever made him before, a combination of shock and finally reaching a point beyond overstimulation really forcing it out.

"Y/n! Stop, fuck— I can't— AH!" Yuta babbles, finally in Japanese and even still unable to formulate a proper sentence.

You start to drag the bullet up and down, and Yuta really feels like he's losing his mind.

His body is fully convulsing now, hysterical sobs and his hands flailing around as though he was in search for his already flying body.

"Pretty." Is all you have to say, drinking in the sight of Yuta so far gone by your hands—by all of your collective efforts on him.

"Y/n! Stop, stop, too much! Too much, god— can't take it, please!" Yuta wails, his head flopping from side to side, fragments of Japanese that he can't manage to fully get out constantly spilling from his mouth.

Yuta can't bite back a single one of his noises, stop one of his movements, his body has entirely left his control.

"So good! It's too much— fuck, God!"

Yuta no longer can focus on anything at all, even you. All he can feel is the two vibrators brutally going against him, just his body and the feelings against it.

The bullet shifts, moving from his shaft to press against his cockhead and the moment it does, Yuta feels whatever rubber band inside of him snap.

"Gonna cum—Y/n, I'm cumming! Cumming! Fuck, fu-ck!"

Each word is a scream, and even after he wails out that final fuck, his mouth still hangs open in an unintelligible scream. Yuta's body writhes against the sheets so violently that you lose control of him, his body twisting in what feels like hundreds of different directions. His back arches so hard it looks as though it is about to snap in the middle and then he twists all the way over until he's flipped from his back to the bed to his stomach.

Yuta's brown irises aren't even visible, fully white with pleasure and Yuta is the pinnacle of someone who is entirely lost to their orgasm, consumed by it fully and overwhelmed entirely.

Yuta's orgasm goes on for what must be at least a minute, and you are nothing more than enraptured by the sight even after all you can see is Yuta's unblemished back.

Yuta screams, his cock shooting white all over his stomach and chest, few drops even hitting his neck, and he shakes until the end of his orgasm, when he goes entirely limp.

Yuta remains unmoving on the bed after his orgasm has passed through and you have the mind to roll him back over into his back and check to see if he passed out.

Yuta hadn't, however. He was still awake, though staring at the ceiling and reeling from what he just experienced.

You felt a little bit of relief at that, grateful to see that Yuta was still awake, even entirely distant, and you crawl onto the bed beside Yuta, ignoring the mess—you're definitely laying on Yuta's cum right now—to hold Yuta in your arms and begin the physical touch portion of the aftercare process.

Mark says something about getting some towels, water and some energy bars for them, and with that slips out of the room.

"I love you, Yuyu." you say, pressing a kiss to Yuta's lips that's barely reciprocated because he's so tired he's borderline asleep curled up against you.

"You're such a good boy, so perfect for me, so pretty." You murmur, raking your hands through his hair.

He hums, gravelly, and buries his head in your hair.

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yukittywrites · 7 months

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Take My Lips (You Leave Me Tongue Tied)

warnings: dom reader, sub yuta, top reader, bottom yuta, hes pathetic, reader is kinda a dick, mild degradation, getting walked in on, gender neutral reader.

word count: 3.3k read the full story here (30k words)

a/n: gender isnt mentioned, nor genitals, but you fuck him. it's up to reader to decide whether its with a strap or a real dick! also, this is technically in the high&low universe too (reader is basically Amagai if you've seen the movie)

Yuta is exhausted, after training all the students in the school, part of the job you delegated to him, by specifically allowing them to land punches and kicks on his body (the way you specifically requested him to train) he is tired and honestly, in a lot of pain.

Even breathing hurts, and he can't help but wonder if one of the students kicked a rib.

Even being top fighter doesn't make him invincible, though for some reason, you seem to think that it does.

Or maybe you don't, maybe you just do it for fun, just to see him hurt.

He doesn't really care about the reason though. He'll do it anyway.

After his training session, he slips into your shared bedroom upstairs, the secret top floor of Senomon High, and sighs in relief when he sees that you're not around.

You're busy, thank God. The last thing he wants to do is spend time trying to explain to you how the training went and not say the wrong thing to get hurt further.

He runs a scalding bath and sinks pleasantly into it; hoping that the water will take the edge off the pain. He knows that you will be angry at him for not being useful.

It doesn't matter that he took over a hundred hits to his body, or that he did exactly what you asked, or that the Senomon boys are improving their skills.

Yuta has already learned that it's difficult to please you. Even if he completes what was asked…it's still difficult, and you complain about him more and more as of recently.

Even when he is the most loyal of all the people you hired, even when he always completes whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability and he tries not to talk back to you even when he disagrees so deeply with whatever you do. Even when Yuta is the reason you even got an opportunity to become the top school in the district or even had a chance of overpowering Oya High for that spot.

Yuta submerges his head beneath the water and hopes that all his thoughts will wash away just like the dirt on his body.

He stays in the bath until his fingers get pruney and the water gets colder, and he finally gets out.

He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door. He is startled when he sees you sitting on the couch.

After his calming bath, he forgot that you were actually at school. He managed to make his mind blank of everything within the bath, and now you are sitting in front of him.

"Y-y/n—" he stutters, gripping the towel around his waist.

You blatantly stare at his chest as he speaks. "So that's where you've been. I was looking for you, but the guys said you left immediately after you finished. I thought maybe you stepped out. What, you've been in the bathroom for this long?"

"Yeah, I was feeling hurt after the session. The bath helped." His voice gets progressively quieter as he finishes the sentence, because he knows that you aren't pleased.

You don't need to voice it anymore; Yuta can tell now when you're disappointed.

"You couldn't do anything productive with your time?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to be lazy."

You sigh. "Fine, Nakamoto. How was the training session?"

"It was good, they learned everything well. They got a lot of good hits in." Yuta replies.

He pulls on underwear and a shirt. "Do you have anymore use for me today?"

"Right now, you can go get us dinner. I'll have plenty of use for you later." You say, your voice turning sultry at the end.

Yuta turns away before he can flush, the implication of what the use for him will be later turning him red.

You usually only want to use him for oral pleasure, but he always loves it when you gets like this.

When you're willing to touch him, even if it's only with the goal of your own pleasure.

A sick part of him deep inside clings to your sexual touches, morphing them into something more. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from a dream of you and him together—truly together, romantically—it is the moments of you fucking him, no matter how quickly and dismissively, that fuel them. He feels your hands on his body and his mind imagines you pressing deep kisses to his lips and fucking him tenderly, even though it’s nothing more than a wishful fantasy.

You give him 5,000 yen and tell him to pick up something for himself. You don't remind him to order anything for you, but he knows your usual already.

And, well, if he gets the order wrong, he'll find out quickly.

His body aches more and more the more he walks, but he gets your food regardless, and gives you back the change.

Yuta knows that nothing of significance is happening, so he tries to force himself to relax. There's an internal voice within his head telling him that he was too unproductive today, because he knows that it's what you would tell him any other day. He worked out, did a training session, took a bath and now he is eating food that you paid for.

You come back to the room at eight.

"Strip." You say, and Yuta stands up immediately to pull off his clothes.

His first time truly having sex—was with you, of course. Every first that he’s had so far has been at your hands. you've had a chance to see how he works and how he ticks, knowing what arouses him better than even what he can comprehend.

You weren't a virgin when Yuta got you off for the first time, as you'd bragged about time and time again, reminding him that you lost your virginity in the bathroom of some fancy work gathering your father dragged you to. You were quick to tell him about all the times you'd made out with people and when you had your first kiss, laughing when Yuta would only nod because he had nothing to say in response.

Not when he’d never so much as kissed someone. He still hasn’t; you won’t kiss him, certainly not make out with him. So, Yuta has given head more times than he can count on his hands, been fucked by you just as much, but he’s never had the chance to so much as kiss another person.

The version of you he sees at night is meaner than how you act during the day, and it makes Yuta shiver. In fear, or in anticipation, he's not truly sure—it might be both—but when you demand things from him in this sense, he can accept it more than the demands during the day.

You smirk as you push him onto your bed.

"God, your fucking body line is insane." you curse, reaching under the bed to get lube.

There is no patience for Yuta, there is usually no time for any kind of foreplay, and Yuta doesn't need any, because he is already hard the moment you asks him to do more than just give head, and if he isn't asked, it is just him pleasing you without it being reciprocated, and there's no need for him to be hard at all.

Of course, he is. But it's only because it's you.

You flip him over onto his stomach with force and he moans.

He hears the uncapping of a lube bottle and seconds later feels your first finger at his entrance, pushing into him without much resistance.

It doesn't take long before you're working him open enough to take your middle finger along with your pointer, and Yuta moans again at the intrusion.

Yuta's is not even the biggest fan of sex like this, but, anything you could do to him would arouse him, and despite you hating taking the time to do actual foreplay, you can find his prostate with ease, and that's enough to keep him satisfied.

Yuta buries his face in his arms with a quiet whine as you push two fingers onto it.

You laugh. "Found it, didn't I?" you ask, rhetorically, rubbing on the gland at making his body tense.

"Y-Yeah" He gasps anyway, his voice wobbly.

"God, you're so easy, just two fingers and you're already like this for me." You say and you remove them from Yuta's hole to apply more lube.

Yuta's legs twitch when you pushs in three fingers and curl them all the way to his prostate immediately. His voice pitches higher as a moan spills from his lips freely.

You lean close to him, biting on his ear and murmuring, “You’re acting like such a slut today, moaning so much and I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”

Your fingers don’t slow down against his prostate, in fact they speed up. Usually you get to the main event as quick as possible, while asking him to remain as silent as he physically can, but it seems you're feeling a little different today.

"Haah, f-fuck! Y/n!" he stutters, his eyes slipping closed as he buries his head in the pillows beneath it.

"Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

Your fingers massaging his prostate leave him gasping for air. He wonders if this even counts as foreplay, when you're just rushing him to an orgasm as quickly as he possibly can with your fingers, but whatever you're doing, it's working.

"Oh my God—" Yuta moans, meaning to say words after that, but the rest of his sentence just spilling out like gibberish as his body refuses to cooperate with him.

"Already? You're already fucking cock drunk and it's barely been five minutes." You tell him, slapping his ass with your free hand.

"Hnng~"

You laugh condescendingly. "Maybe I should do this more often. If I knew you could cum on my fingers in five minutes like a desperate bitch then I would've been trying to do it all along.”

Yuta bites his lip to prevent himself from responding, even though your words send lightning shooting down his spine. He focuses on the way your fingers move in tandem to make him feel so insane.

Your fingers aren’t particularly long, Yuta's own are much longer, but they’re thick and you knows how to use them well.

It’s as if you're intertwined, and maybe you are, after all, you know exactly how he ticks. You know how to get under his skin, whether that be mentally or physically, pushing all the right buttons to leave him a scrambled mess. You know the right words to say to cut Yuta to the core and leave him hurting, and you know what to say to leave him gasping and moaning. You know the spots that make him bruise easily just as well as you knows the spots that have him falling undone.

You knew how to find his prostate instantly, even the first time that you'd fucked him open with your fingers, despite telling never actually having done it before.

You are always harsh with your efforts and one to take, take, take, until Yuta is gasping for breath and clamping down on his mouth to keep quiet.

“You’re a pretty toy, Yuta. Always so pleased with whatever I do to you-” You tell him, “or, whatever I don’t.”

Yuta moans, gasping at the praise. His eyelids flutter and he can’t help the way that he reacts to your words. Praise from you always leaves him flustered, and during sex that desire to be praised is even more intense. When he gets it, it’s like a rush of pleasure bursting beneath him.

“Fuck, 'm so close”

“I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. I didn’t even have to touch your dick” you say sardonically,

“Fine, cum for me then.”

You asked him to, and so, he does. His body locks up and his legs spasm as ropes of white cum shoot in between his stomach and the bed. His eyes rolled back into his skull as pleasure overcomes his senses, his vision going white as he moans, “Ah— Y/n!”

His voice is pitched higher than either he or you have heard it before, raised as he gets lost in the throes of his pleasure.

His orgasm crashes over him hard but fast, just as your fingers moved inside of him.

When his body completely melts into the bed, he registers the fact that you're is still sitting in between his spread legs.

“Hhh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Don’t worry, you squealing like a pornstar on my fingers was enough to keep me entertained for a little bit.”

You pull his hips up into the air and tug his head up by his hair as a whine falls from his lips.

"You're usually so quiet, because I tell you to be, but I think I enjoy you moaning like a slut for me just as much. You can barely keep your mouth shut, and it's hot that I turned you into such a mess so quickly."

"But now it's time for me to enjoy myself." You say, lowering your voice.

You push into him in one go, and though Yuta is already thoroughly stretched from the three fingers you gave him, your cock stretches him more.

His eyes fly open and he slaps a hand over his mouth to avoid nearly yelling at the painfully pleasant feeling of your cock splitting him open, whatever amalgamation of words that were forcefully spilling from his lips thankfully muffled by his fingers.

“Ah, fuck. You’re tight even after three fingers.” you moan, and begin to fuck Yuta with no wait.

“Oh my God!” Yuta gasps again, breathless, because it feels like that’s the only word that will come out of his mouth at this point.

Your hands on his waist and hair are the only thing keeping him up in the air, as his legs feel weak and his thighs keep shaking.

“Fuck, uhng—” Yuta groans, his eyes falling closed as he slips away into euphoria.

“Y/n, Y/n, please!”

“Please what, bitch?” you grit out, hips already pistoning into him with abandon.

“Fuck me, oh fu- ah!” He gasps, his voice quickly pitching up with pleasure as you keep going.

He’s already past his first orgasm, and the second one is going to come much much faster, whereas you haven't even hit your first yet, still coherent and entirely in control as you'll likely remain, even as Yuta continues to fall apart in front of you.

His mouth spills high pitched “ah, ah, ah’s” in time with your quick thrusts, rhythmic and staccato as he can’t keep them back. He feels so aroused that he feels dizzy; all the moans and words spilling from his mouth come out involuntarily and he can’t control the way his voice sounds or what he says anymore.

“It’s so good, Y/n!”

“You’re so fucking loud, Nakamoto.” you moan. “You want everyone left in the school to know you’re my bitch?”

“Fuck, fu—” Yuta chokes, his eyes blown back with lust, his iris’ barely visible.

“You can’t even keep your mouth shut for a second, what would people say if they knew you were such a cockslut, Nakamoto?”

“Love it—oh fuck—when y-you fuck me—shit, Y/n,” Yuta whines, eyes halfway rolled back into his skull when the door opens.

Within seconds, before he can even process the door opening, the hand you had in his hair to pin him to the pillows throws him off the bed and onto the ground.

He hits the floor on his hurt left side with such force that it sends him rolling over twice. Disoriented, aroused and confused, he doesn’t even hear the students words, or your yelling at them to leave, though he knows that you are. Instead, he curls in on himself, hiding his dick from the view of the student that entered the room.

He doesn’t even know who that is, but they know him, He doesn’t need to look at the student to know that they probably are disgusted, looking at him, naked on the floor.

Because, you threw him off the bed to save your own ass. It would’ve been so easy to throw the sheets over you both, instead, but that would leave you in the bed together, and to you, being caught in bed with him probably isn't any better than being caught fucking him.

He is just disposable to you.

The student leaves and the door closes and he finally unfurls himself and rolls onto his back on the floor.

Once again, you are glaring at him.

He parts his mouth to say something, anything; to apologise to you for what happened—

But, you beat him to it. “You couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, now you got us both caught and I didn’t even get to cum.” you sneers.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t— we can continue if you'd like, I-I can get you off or we can go back to having sex if you'd prefer." Yuta tells you, his voice far past desperate and into the pleading territory as he tries to do anything to make it up to you.

He was loud, unable to hold back his noises as he purposefully would every other time you had sex, and it resulted in the two of you getting caught by another student. He's always quiet, intentional with his noises, gasping and panting and never allowing more than a hitched, muted moan to spill from his lips, because you always wanted him like that.

Today was the only, only, day he was loud and uninhibited with his moans and the one day he thought it was okay because he made himself useful to you today during that training session.

But he'd ruined everything for both you, and there was no doubt within his mind that when he went downstairs to mingle with the rest of the students tomorrow, they'd look at him with disgust for enjoying being fucked like a bitch.

They'd finally have a reason for why he hangs around you, either they'll think you're dating or that Yuta is your willing cockslut, and with it being rumours, it's not like he'll be able to disprove them.

You could shut them up while he was in the room, quickly, but it wouldn't stop them from talking once he was gone, and they would, undoubtedly.

You scoff at him. "Fucking shut it, Nakamoto," you say, and Yuta nods.

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, but that doesn't stop you from stalking across the room and shoving his head down on you.

The second you cum, you grip his hair and shove his head towards the ground, walking away to get in the shower, leaving him with a softening hard on, sweating, hurt and open.

He curls back up on the floor, his tears dripping onto the hardwood. He doesn't want you to see him cry, not when this was his fault anyways, but it hurts.

But he's grown used to that. He's accepted it, just as he's accepted his place as your loyal lapdog, eating your scraps with pleasure, because it's all he'll recieve.

You're just his old childhood friend, turned aloof boss. You're just the person who give him a place to stay. That's all you are, at least in practicality. But to him, you are his everything, his reason for life, his purpose. Without you, he would be nothing, he would have nothing.

But that doesn't change his heart. It doesn't change his feelings.

Loving you hurts, because he knows you won't ever love him back.

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I Want to Feel You Near~

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warnings: dom reader and sub taeyong, dom reader and sub yuta, toys, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (im talking in the dorms but in front of the members), mild masochistic yuta, a little bit of degradation but its mild!

word count: 3k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: this is my first time ever converting a story into y/n im sorry if its a little stilted i usually write mlm! also reader is gender neutral, no mention of their genitals whatsoever to make sure people arent uncomfy. also no mention of skin tone/identifying features.

You loved all the 127 boys, they were all perfect in their own rights, whether you were fucking them or getting fucked by them, whether they were a sub or dom, kinky or not, you loved them all.

Of course, you treated them all differently accordingly, and the person you were always the most hesitant with was Yuta. It was no secret amongst all of you that he was constantly switching between dominant and submissive, topping or bottoming, even his interest in sex at all would wax and wane.

So you always made sure you could cater to his current needs—and that he felt comfortable with sex at all—before you ever engaged in anything with him.

But, when Yuta was in the mood, after that initial conversation, you could go as crazy with him as you wanted. Yuta was down for it all, anything you could give, he would take it gladly, and his desire to please alongside his obvious kinkiness was so perfect for you that you could never help yourself.

Taeyong, contrastly, was always a set constant. He was a sub, he loved pleasing you but he wasn't nearly as kinky. Taeyong needed praises and sweet words even alongside cruel actions, and you could provide that for him, but Yuta wanted anger. He wanted to be treated so cruelly that he sobbed, that he felt every ounce of his stress get forcibly yanked from his body.

Like you said, different but perfect all the same.

Taeyong and you together were originally thought to be the most vanilla couple within the main 127 dorm, but the boys quickly discovered through waltzing into your bedroom unannounced more than once that it was not the case.

While you could never get as kinky with him as with Yuta, Taeyong certainly was in his own right.

And those two dynamics led you to the current moment, Taeyong's lower body and your own covered under the blanket in 127's living room, both pretending to watch the movie that had been turned on, when, in reality, both of you were more focused on each other than the screen.

Your own eyes continued to watch with no problem, but Taeyong's continuously flitted around nervously, slipping closed momentarily only to reopen when your hand, slowly jerking him off up under the sheets, reaches a particularly good spot.

Taeyong risks a glance at you, and you don't even glance back at him, continuing to watch whatever was going on. It must've been the genuine indifference to his plight—or maybe the way you sped up the hand on his cock—but Taeyong's head lolls, his eyes rolling backward a little.

At that moment, Yuta laughs.

And you don't think anything of it. Honestly, maybe whatever was on screen was funny, or maybe the boys said something funny. Who knows. You weren't really paying attention.

But you see Taeyong's head snap over to look at Yuta, even through whatever pleasure he's experiencing. Whatever Yuta does in reply makes his hips cant forward, enough to be noticeable even under the blanket.

Taeyong's head comes closer to your own, and he whispers. "Yuta k-knows."

Yuta knows, and Taeyong loves it. He loves the feeling of being caught, the dirty sub that he is.

And you love the way it makes Taeyong feel, you love the power it gives you.

So, you turn your body, enough to look like repositioning, but really just turning so you can stare Yuta dead in the face as you continue your ministrations.

"You're doing so well, my pretty boy." you murmur into Taeyong's ear, and it sends his eyes rolling in his skull again.

Your hand slowly jerks at Taeyong's hard cock, looking at him directly as if to challenge him. As if to say 'do something about it, you won't.'

And Yuta won't.

He can't help the shiver that runs up his body as he looks at you and feels your dominating aura focusing on solely him. He can't believe that you're doing this, not that you're having public sex with Taeyong—honestly that's a pretty normal occurrence—but that you'd flaunt it so boldly in front of him.

He'd been in a bit of a domming period for a while, so it was strang ethat you would challenge him like this, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't want to see what happened next, that he wanted to fight back against you.

Taeyong's head is slumped over, his body imperceptibly rocking as he undoubtedly begins to lose control, his face flushed red with arousal, embarrassment and heat.

Your hand stops on him. Yuta can tell because Taeyong's eyes fly open, his hips twitching again, silently looking at you with a plea to let him cum.

But you don't think about that right now. No, now you're thinking about Yuta. You have two boys pliant for you to toy with them, and you're going to use the situation to the fullest of your advantage.

Your lidded eyes trail down to Yuta's prominent bulge, and then back up to his eyes, which have been watching you and Taeyong ever since he caught onto your little game.

You continue to stare at him, making it clear that your goal is to make Yuta as wrecked as Taeyong is under your hands, even if you can't touch him.

You all have been watching this movie for at least an hour, and Taeyong is certainly reaching the final stages of remaining subtle while getting a handjob and being edged repeatedly. His hips keep bucking into the sheets, only lightly stopped by the leg that you've thrown over his and a sharp glare that keeps his lips parted.

But, you decide that he's had enough of a grace period. So you bring your hand back onto him. Taeyong's teeth clamp down on his lip in an effort to keep from moaning out loud, his head falling back down as he continues to get pumped in their shared living room, in front of nine different sets of eyes.

You jut your head at Yuta for Taeyong to follow the motion, and Yuta's tongue prods at his cheek in reaction to Taeyong's ruined expression.

You can't say that you don't feel the same, but you hide it better.

Taeyong's usually large bright eyes are lidded and nearly black with arousal, his cheeks redder than any blush could make them, his mind and body both crumbling.

Yuta can't stop staring at him, as though he was entranced by the scene playing out in front of him, and as if on command, you make direct eye contact with him again and you lean down into Taeyong's ear again.

"Such a patient boy for me. You can go ahead and cum, you earned it."

The second the words fall from your mouth do Taeyong's eyes roll back to fully reveal the white.

"Oh, fuck!" He whines, his voice loud and high-pitched.

You watch as Yuta bites down on a gasp, and you tear the blanket off Taeyong's legs at the same time the rest of the members turn to stare.

Taeyong's hard, red, dripping cock shoots cum all over his clothed stomach, his hips bucking wildly in the air as he gasps, breathless, seemingly losing all control of his body when he was allowed to cum.

Yuta himself can't stop staring at Taeyong's face, the wantonity of his expression, the way his mouth hangs open as he gasps, the way his eyes roll back and flutter closed.

It makes him shiver, muscles clenched to avoid cumming in his pants like a teenager at the scene.

The aftershocks of the orgasm leave Taeyong twitching and nobody dares to speak for a moment or two while Taeyong collapses into your lap, exhausted and out of breath.

"Dude... that's what they were doing? I thought Taeyong was just feeling bad," Mark says. A hum of agreeance from the rest of the group rings out.

"Pause the drama," you grin.

"Yongie wants you to watch us play today, and enjoy the view for a few minutes while I get something."

"It's too much!" Taeyong whines, grabbing at your shirt, and the breathiness in his tone makes Yuta's hard cock twitch in his pants.

Your hands grip Taeyong's face, "Colour?" you question.

Taeyong's 'green' is breathless.

"Then you'll fucking take it."

Right before you leave the living room to get your things, you looks pointedly at Yuta.

"And nobody touch what's mine while I'm gone."

But Yuta doesn't, still reeling from what he just watched.

Taeyong will use the time as a reprieve, to catch his breath from his rushing orgasm and Yuta will try to use it to psych himself up for whatever is in store when you get back, knowing he won't be able to.

The boys have all quickly abandoned the drama for the promise of a scene they'll get to watch, and Yuta had stopped paying attention twenty minutes prior.

You come back with two vibrators and lube, quickly uncapping it and pouring some onto your hand.

"I had to jerk him off dry, but my pretty slut was so horny he couldn't stop dripping, so the slide wasn't too bad."

Taeyong chokes on his spit as you wrap a lube covered hand around his sensitive cock.

"Isn't that right, Yongie? You were so turned on that they could figure out your dirty little secret at any time that you couldn't help but leak everywhere?"

"Yeah! Couldn't help it, y/n, you make me- ah! Crazy," Taeyong whines, hips rolling.

"Oh baby, I know I do."

Your hands land on the magic wand vibrator that you brought, turning it on the first setting and pressing it to the base of Taeyong's cock.

Taeyong's body jolts with the vibrations, whining loudly.

"Aw, Yongie, you're already dripping again," you tsk.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, y/n. It just feels so good!" Taeyong babbles, his hand gripping onto your arm.

"Oh no, baby, don't apologise to me, apologise to them." You say, gesturing around.

"Just look at what you've done to poor Mark"

Taeyong glances around to find Mark, only to catch him with his head tilted back, Johnny's hand languidly stroking him under his pants.

"Jaehyun too." he smirks.

Jaehyun who's got his hand down his own pants.

And now, your chance to toy with your other boy.

"Of course, let's not forget about you, Yuta. Your cock has been hard in your pants for the better part of thirty minutes. You just sat there hard, watching me play with my pretty boy without saying anything like a good bitch."

Yuta scoffs in reply, but it comes out weaker than he intended for it to.

"Look, Yongie, you made him so hard." you murmur, wand still pressed to Taeyong's cock, who lolls his head over and smiles. "'m glad, glad to please you, Yuta."

Yuta smirks, the same one he does when he's domming, but you won't let him gain back his confidence in those abilities so quickly.

"Or maybe it was me, hmm? Me staring at you as I jerked Yongie off because I knew you wouldn't dare say anything?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Yuta bites back, unconvincing to his own ears.

"I don't need to flatter myself, I know it's true. You think we don't know your tells by now? You think that we can't tell when you want to dom and when you want to sub? You may be a good actor, Yuta, but you aren't that good."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe instead of antagonising me, you could put that focus on your slut. He looks like he's about to pass out." Yuta replies back, a pretty desperate attempt to avoid the conversation.

You passively glance back over at Taeyong, moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, revelling in his gorgeous moans.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. He's taken worse, and I'm a good multi-tasker."

"Shut up, y/n." Yuta dismisses, looking to dodge whatever you're plotting to yank him full force into the subspace that he's been oscillating in and out of.

"Is that the Nakamoto Yuta backing down from a challenge?" You grin, moving the vibrator closer to the head of Taeyong's cock.

"Y/n!" Taeyong damn near squeals, and it makes Yuta's breath noticeably hitch.

"You're only backing down because you know you'll lose if you keep going, isn't that right, Yuta?" you ask.

He scoffs again, rolling his eyes, "Maybe I'm backing down because I want to watch the show in peace and enjoy myself?"

"Yeah, just like you were when the movie was playing? When you kept locking eyes with me and practically withering under my gaze from across the room? Just like the way you tried so hard to maintain eye contact earlier and broke it because you couldn't?"

Yuta feels breathless, out of his element. He wasn't prepared for you to get deep enough in his headspace to call him out like this, he wasn't really prepared to start feeling subby when he caught the two of them under the blanket. He's been hard for too long and he wants to touch himself like the rest of the members are doing but he knows that the second he touches himself he'll lose the already slipping control of the situation.

The vibrator reaches Taeyong's cockhead and within a second he's already stuttering. "Y/n! Can't— I-I'm close, going— need-"

"It's fine, go ahead and cum for me, love." You permit, watching as Taeyong's legs lock up and begin to spasm, pretty cries falling from his lips with pleasure, blending in with Jaehyun's groan as he cums simultaneously.

He looks so pretty, so wrecked between the two intense orgasms he had, seeming now as if he's half floating with pleasure and it makes Yuta long for that same feeling.

You and him are the only ones who haven't touched yourselves since this whole thing started and you can tell that Yuta wants nothing more to feel the same sort of ecstasy that is crashing through Taeyong's body, the feeling that comes from being toyed with for so long and finally getting to experience that ear ringing orgasm.

He gulps and clenches his fist into the side of his sweatpants.

When Taeyong is done, you click the vibrator off.

"Can I take care of Yuta for a moment, baby?" you question him lowly, always ready to give the option of immediate aftercare to Taeyong, Yuta be damned, but he nods, and then slumps again to catch his breath.

With that, your unwavering attention is back on Yuta, walking closer to his spot on the couch adjacent to you.

"You're lying to me, Yuta. Just admit it, just say that you're slipping into subspace, that you don't want to challenge me."

"I'm not admitting shit, because it's not true."

"Yuta, for someone who's an actor, you're really shitty at it right now." you lean in closer, placing your hands on the couch between Yuta's head, caging him in.

You tower over top of him in this position, you standing and Yuta sitting, his body caged in and trapped.

If he tried to stand up, it'd be so easy for you to push him back down, to keep going as though Yuta never tried to protest in the first place and god is that incredibly arousing for the both of you.

He gulps, eyes flickering all over your amused face. His cock feels rock solid in his pants, and Yuta wonders if you would jerk him off or put the vibrator on him if he caved.

"Just admit it, Yuta. You've slipped. You're not domming anyone and you know that you don't want to. You want to be toyed with until you cry you want to be fucked stupid. You're horny and you want relief, and you know what the easiest way to do that is?" You lean in far enough that your mouth is right beside Yuta's ear, and you dig your tongue into the sweet spot right below it, the one that makes Yuta clamp down on his mouth to suppress a sound which would surely spill out as a whimper or higher moan.

Then, you simply whisper, "Admitting that you want nothing more than to be a good little slut for your dom, because everyone knows that's what you are."

With that, the moan mixed whimper that Yuta worked so hard to bite back spills from his mouth, and you pull back with a grin.

"There we go, Yuta. Isn't it better now that you've admitted what you want? Now say it."

Yuta wouldn't, not to everyone. Not when he'd fought back with you so much about not feeling like a sub, not when he'd outright denied it so many times. It would be embarrassing and humiliating to give in to what you told him he was with such ease and— fuck, all of that sounded incredibly hot. Curse his humiliation kink.

You roll your eyes, grabbing Yuta's chin between your tumb and pointer fingers and pull him up from the couch, bringing your faces close.

"Say. It." You demand.

The words spill from Yuta's mouth unwillingly, "I want to be good."

You weaken the grip on his chin, but hum nonetheless, clearly prompting him to say it louder.

Well, it was obvious that he'd cracked anyways, Yuta reasons.

So louder, loud enough for the room to hear, he repeats "I want to be a good sub for you, y/n."

His voice comes out whiny, though it's only a bit higher than usual.

"That's a good boy," you smile, and you push Yuta with both of your hands back onto the couch.

"I'll ruin you just like I did Taeyong, you slut." You coo, and Yuta whimpers, eyes casting around the room.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time, even tonight that the other boys had gotten a great view, and he would be the best show.

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Motorcycles and Bad Boys~

this time i didn't forget about you guys! ive been writing about yuta from nct on my ao3 and not focusing on threadfics so i havent reformatted any for a while!

check out my ao3 @Yukitty_Writes for longer oneshots! (im talking 15-50k words)

warnings// nothing, just some sexy teasing!

700 words, minhwa, 3rd person POV

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"I'm going to kill myself, I'm never showing my face again, I'm moving to America." Seonghwa moans, collapsing onto a table in the college cafe. "

Why?" Hongjoong asks. Yunho laughs, "Someone overheard Hwa ranting about how much he wants Mingi to fuck him—" "

Song or Lee?"

"Song. and they filmed it, then posted the video and tagged like half the student body so now everyone has seen."

Hongjoong winces, "Really Hwa? Bad boy, player, Song Mingi?"

"But he's hot though!"

"He's never even going to look at you."

"I know that! Which is why I was fine with just crushing on him, but no!" Seonghwa says melodramatically.

Yunho laughs, "At least it's not the worst you've ever told us you wanted him to do."

"I could've spent my whole life without anyone knowing that I wanted Mingi to fuck me against his fucking motorcycle!" Seonghwa hisses.

Hongjoong chokes on his coffee "Holy shit, that's what everyone heard you say? That's so embarrassing for you." he gasps.

Seonghwa whines, "Wow, I couldn't tell, the fact that I had four different people call me a variation of 'slut' today didn't clue me in!"

"I think there's a solution to this." Yunho says.

Seonghwa looks up, hoping for the solution.

"Just confess to him."

"No! What the fuck? You want me to just walk up to him and say "Hey, you heard me say I wanted you to fuck me against a motorcycle, and I really want to date you?" Like that's not creepy?" he whispers.

"Well he just entered the cafe, so you have a chance." Hongjoong says.

"Oh fuck, kill me now. Hide me from him."

"He's walking towards us."

"No, no, no, no." Seonghwa says quickly, sliding down in the chair as Mingi moves closer.

When the man of the hour finally arrives, Seonghwa sits up despite wanting to crawl under the table the second he stood in front of them.

"Hey, sweetheart, I see you have a little crush on me." a deep voice purrs from behind him.

Yunho practically snorts as Seonghwa's face goes bright red at the voice.

"Oh don't ignore me Seonghwa, you know you're beautiful, right?" Mingi says, now standing directly beside him. Seonghwa makes the mistake of looking Mingi in those beautiful foxy, lined, eyes and now he can't even speak.

"Oh wow, you're really cute." he grins. Seonghwa's lips part in shock.

"Are you gonna say something back to me, baby?" Mingi smirks.

Seonghwa's lips part further as his eyes widen. He jolts when Yunho kicks him in the shin, saying, "Please say something before you embarrass yourself further."

One would think he would manage to make a coherent sentence, or say hello like a normal person. Instead the words that tumble out of his mouth are "You're hot."

His hands reach up to slap over his mouth at the same time Hongjoong and Yunho groan simultaneously.

Mingi laughs, his deep voice sending waves over Seonghwa's body and getting him embarrassingly aroused. "Oh I've heard that from a lot of people, sweetheart. I've heard it from your mouth before. After all, weren't your words 'Mingi could bend me over his motorcycle with everyone watching and I'd tell him 'yes sir, more''"

Seonghwa's face goes redder, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Do I look uncomfortable, baby? If you're into it, then almost anything is possible." Mingi grins, gripping Seonghwa's face between his thumb and forefinger.

Seonghwa resists the urge to moan, his eyes lidding as he gulps. "Aw, would you look at that. You look like you're about to cum in your pants." Mingi murmurs, his lips close to Seonghwa's.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hongjoong yelps, slightly horrified.

"This is a public place, not a bedroom." Yunho laughs.

Mingi's smirk only deepens and darkens, "Well then what do you say, Seonghwa? Want to come to my bedroom?"

"Oh god, please." Seonghwa gasps. Mingi pulls him up from his seat as Seonghwa almost stumbles into him.

"Then let's go." Mingi murmurs.

"And do me a favour, sweetheart, try to cover that big problem you have down there."

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oneshot book containing this one and more linked here

#park seonghwa #song mingi #ateez #kpop bxb #sub!idol #bottom!seonghwa #top!mingi #minhwa #dom!idol

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Public Pleasure, Private Secret

uh....hi tumblr people...i forgot about yall again...

warnings// exhibitonism, toys, vibrators in public

2.4k words, 3rd person POV

The way that Seonghwa gets his experissions for Halazia good is not the way that anybody would expect.

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Admittedly, Seonghwa's a bit of a perfectionist.

This aspect of his personality is not compartmentalised just to performing, of course, but it does carry over into that aspect of his life as well. The fact that his perfectionism is not isolated to simply performing is what sets him apart from the other members. But it is worse when it comes to his job.

He's his own harshest critic, looking back on his performances and filmings and taking down every mild thing he dislikes, noting how he could change it in the future. He strives to be the best he can be, and he'll do a lot to make sure that he achieves the best he can, and be the closest to perfect he can be.

If there's something else Seonghwa is, it's a slut. He loves men, and he loves dick, and he loves being fucked by large ones. He has a long list of kinks (some of which his friends are privy to, some of which he would take to the grave) and he loves being treated like a whore almost as much as he loves fucking himself with extremely large dildos.

This fact is common knowledge in their dorm rooms, after Wooyoung stumbled upon his large collection of toys and made sure to embarrass him for them. These two aspects of his life, of perfectionism while performing and being a cockslut were not things he would think would ever mix together, but anything is possible when you're a k-pop idol who makes sexy music sometimes.

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It started the moment he got directions for what they wanted the choreography to look like while filming the music video. He'd learned the choreography before the filming, but when he got there and they were shooting, the director told him that while he was doing his centre part, he needed to have a more "euphoric" expression on his face.

After asking for clarification he was told "similar to someone experiencing very intense pleasure".

They took a break while he considered what to look like, and San laughed "dude, he wants you to act like you're being railed."

Well, he could do that.

The director told him that the next time he shot was fine, after taking into account San's interpretation of what was said to him. But he was also told "you could also make the expression more intense. Fans would love it. It also fits the aesthetic well, and your original expression looks a little resigned." That was simply due to the fact he was scared that going to "euphoric" would look a little too pornographic but he decided he'd go a bit further with it next time they shot.

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He'd practiced in the mirror for a while, trying to get a more organic look to the part, but he felt like it looked a little too forced every time he tried to make his expression look more orgasmic. He usually didn't struggle with his expressions while dancing, but this was more difficult because it was inherently sexual, and anything too extreme bordered on aheago. The more he practiced though, the better it got, even if it wasn't still where he wanted it to be, and when he watched back their first live performance he was a bit annoyed that it didn't look as good as he wanted, but it was fine.

He wanted better than fine, though.

Practicing though, he thought about ways he could make it more organic. The idea he ended up going with came to him while he was fucking himself on a dildo in the shower. In the throes of pleasure, he lolled his head and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Eyes lidded and slightly rolled back, mouth parted and cheeks slightly flushed, it was exactly how he wanted his expression to look during his centre part. The thought of maybe putting in a small (or medium) sized plug when he performed to get some true arousal felt a little ridiculous, but the more he thought about it the better it seemed.

Nobody would be able to tell. They'd all just think he was really good at looking like he was orgasming on the spot. Maybe it was a little wrong to basically get himself off on stage just for a better look during one part, but it was also extremely arousing and he found himself masturbating and cumming even harder with the idea of dancing in front of thousands (and anybody who watched on TV or the internet) with a plug in him.

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He decided to do it next performance. It was also his favourite one so far, when he watched it back he loved the way he looked, his eyes foggier and a little less focused, a little more lidded, his mouth a little more slack-jawed than usually. He looked good.

The extra humiliation of what he did also left him with a fire in his stomach for hours, and when he got home, he could barely last for a few minutes in the shower with how much he'd worked himself up. He came exceptionally hard that time, and that was just a bonus. He wondered if he stuck a bigger plug in, if the result would be even better next time, and he wanted to keep pushing. He wanted someone to suspect that he was doing something, but have no way to prove it. He wanted that expression of pure pleasure to be as authentic as he could make it, he wanted it to look like he was on the precipice of cumming.

What better way to do it than to do it like this, where he is truly on the verge of that?

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He loves the next one even more. Dancing with the larger plug in left his legs a little weak when he stepped off the stage, but he felt great. Adrenaline mixing with arousal, humiliation and pride, both at the fact that he felt good with his performance and the fact that nobody could tell his dirty secret, made him feel dizzy with desire. He stripped himself of his stage outfit quickly and pulled on a different outfit, then beelined straight for a bathroom and entered a stall.

If he came in there, in public, by mouthing at his arm to silence his moans as he held the handrail and fucked himself on the plug inside him? Then nobody had to know that dirty secret either.

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Maybe this exhibitionism streak he had going was getting a little out of hand, he noted, as he considered for another time that millions of people were watching him get off on increasingly large sized plugs. But...he didn't really want to stop. He'd gotten a taste of this and now he felt addicted. He wanted to go bigger. He'd seen a few fanpages on Twitter going insane over his visuals in this comeback, and he wanted them to go even crazier. He wanted them to be even better. Even Hongjoong, who'd seen a bit of their performance had looked at him and told him that he looked like he was "seeing god" in his centre part.

He wanted more praise, and even more, he wanted to push himself further.

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That's how, two performances later, he finds himself pushing a vibrator in, rather than a plug. This is as far as he'll go, especially because there's not much further than this he can go. But, he's never been more excited for a performance than this one, and as he feels the delicious buzz of the vibrator begin when he turns it on before putting on his stage outift, he can't wait for the next thirty minutes of makeup, hair and then performing.

He's never been hornier. Each second, he can feel the vibrator inside him buzzing insistently. He can feel his cock hardening and he's grateful he tucks well, because if he didn't, it'd be too obvious what was going on. Too revealing of what he's doing. Though as the clock ticks, he finds himself shifting more and more in his seat, the buzzing that slowly gets closer and closer to his prostate with each passing minute working him up more and more, he begins to worry.

He's so hard. He already feels more turned on than he has ever felt while performing like this, and they aren't even in queue yet. He's terrified that he's bit off a little more than he can chew this time, and there's nothing he can do about it now that he's recognized it, because it's too late to ask to go to the bathroom so he can turn the thing inside him, progressively turning his brain to mush, off.

Each step he takes shifts the vibrator a little further in, a little closer to his prostate, and standing in line with his members bouncing around him, it already feels a little too maddening.

He stood too close to the sun and now he's going to be burned.

He steps on stage and into position, and that's when he feels it. The vibrator shifted again, and it's on his prostate. Not near it, or even just resting close to it. There's a vibrator pulsing on his prostate, and he can't turn it off or take it out, he's standing in front of thousands of people, more who are going to see later, and he's going to have to dance.

His hands start trembling just a little bit, his body warming up even further.

This is not just mild arousal anymore, but when he hears the first cues of the music he knows to dance. He's thankful for the muscle memory that drilled the dance into his mind and the lyrics into his head, because he can barely focus on anything that isn't the tight coils of want that are being wound up in his stomach.

His head is full with the ideas of the vibrator in him and what it's doing to him. He feels it with each move he makes, as it brushes across his prostate and leaves him a little more shaky. He feels his mind melting with nothing but thoughts of pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, and he can't even bother to be worried by it much at this point. Not when he feels so, so, good. Not when the pressure inside him makes his head spin. Not when his body and mind are both screaming at him that he feels like he's getting ever more close with each movement.

He slips into the centre and he lets his expression go lose for a while, allows himself to show off the desire that has been building up in him. He knows it might be a little too much this time, like he used to fear, but he's too deep now. His part is over. Then the song is over, and he's heaving for breath, but he no longer has to dance. Though he can feel it, that coil inside him getting even tighter, ready to snap at any given moment. He feels relief the moment he steps off the stage, though he rushes the members back to their dressing room quickly.

"Hyung?" Yeosang says. Seonghwa blinks at him, incapable of doing much more than that, almost drunk on his pleasure. "You look sick."

"'m not sick." he denies, but apparently the slur he's sporting doesn't really do much to convince any of them, and he sees Hongjoong frown.

"Maybe you should sit down and drink some water." Yunho suggests. No, no, no. Sitting down is the last thing he should do, what he needs to do is get the damn vibrator out of him before he cums, and sitting down is going to push it further against him, and if that happens he's not sure how much longer he can hold on. Flushed bright red, he shakes his head and grabs some makeup wipes to pretend he's busy. "I'm fine." he murmurs, and starts wiping off his sweaty skin. That too was a mistake, because the moment it comes off, someone is gasping about how red he is and that he looks like he has a fever and then one of them agrees. He's too weak to really do much of anything but insist that he's not sick and that his fever is not there (it's really a combination of sweat and his arousal.)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don't need to sit down guys—" it's rushed but a little too late because Hongjoong has pushed him into a chair and when he hits it, the vibrator pushes into him with intensity he swears he's actually seeing god.

His vision whites out for a moment and he makes some strangled noise that's in between an pornographic moan and a loud cry, he thinks he grabs Hongjoong's wrist but he's unsure because he swears he's cumming so hard he's gonna pass out afterward, and his body is shaking so hard he may as well be convulsing. Eyes rolled back, unfocused, jaw entirely slack, later he'll discover it was the same face he made during his centre part but now much more obscene.

By the time he finally is able to see again and isn't wrapped up in the most intense orgasm he's had in his whole twenty four years on earth, he stares up at Hongjoong's wide eyes and across the room at the others wide open mouths of shock. Humiliation licks at his insides now that the high is over and he's sure he might be an even brighter colour of red now, and the vibrator is pushing him into over sensitivity.

"What the fuck was that?!" someone yelps and Yeosang says very deadpan that it looks like he just came in his pants. What's more embarrassing is that he's right. Deciding that he's already embarrassed himself enough for the day and with no more shame—or decorum—left, pushes a hand behind him and inside his underwear to click the horrible vibrator to the off position, then collapses in exhaustion.

"Holy shit. That's because he did!"

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Seonghwa can barely look at any of them for the next few days, but after they get over the awkwardness of it and promotions have ended, Seonghwa finds himself in the shower masturbating, and maybe he cums thinking of that memory and the way they teased him for days upon days afterward.

The bonus is that he got the best expression ever during a live performance.

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#bottom!seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #sub!idol #sub!kpop #vibrators #sex toys #exhibitionism #ateez smut #kpop bxb

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The Warehouse Pt.1

guess who forgot about their tumblr account AGAIN.

warnings// kidnapping, torture (physical and mental), mentions of depression, a very very lightly implied mention of SA, weapons.

2.8k, 3rd person POV

Seonghwa gets captured during one of the rebellion missions.

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Seonghwa always knew that their little rebellion could cost them their lives. He knew it every time he saw his masked face amongst the others on the wanted posters. He knew it every time they began a mission and it was the final stage where the guards of whatever place they were breaking into finally noticed them and they had to run away from the scene.

He always knew that there was a chance that one of them—or maybe all of them—would get caught in a mission that went wrong. There was a chance that they got shot on scene. There was a risk that came with their fight, and each of them had accepted the possibility of death when they began. No matter how cocky they acted while they were broadcasting media and taunting the government while they donned their hats and masks, they were all aware of the imminent threat.

The government was angry with them, they were out looking, and each mission was more and more difficult as the government realised just how much of a threat Ateez posed to them. Last time it was San who got hurt, the time before that it was Wooyoung and Mingi.

Each of them were willing to sacrifice their life, and they’d all agreed on one thing. “If I go down, don’t stop.”

Don’t stop the mission and don’t stop the fight. Mourn me, but don’t let it get in the way of our goal. Seonghwa said the same thing.

They’re in the middle of a mission, one that was going wrong from the very beginning. They almost got caught by security three separate times getting in, and the firewall on the computer system was so strong that Yeosang couldn’t get into it and it tripped an alarm.

Get out was the order that Hongjoong gave them through their earpieces. But it was so difficult. Security officers were closing in on every exit and nearly every hall and dread began to fill Seonghwa. He was in the middle of the facility, and he wasn’t even sure how he was going to avoid all of them.

Jongho came through the mic. “Wooyeon and I are out. Near the van.”

A relief.

“Me too. South. Headed there.” Yunho said.

That meant that four of them were confirmed to be safe. (Yeosang was in the van.)

Seonghwa heard the loud clomping of the guards' shoes. They were coming towards him, and he was at the end of a hallway. Looking up, he saw the air duct, and he climbed the wall, knocking the panel out and hauling himself into the duct just seconds before the guards came. Safe, for now.

“Out.” San.

Seonghwa crawled his way through the air duct, inhaling dust and getting it all over his body. There’s barely enough space for him inside, not spacious like some of the other ones he’d been in.

He’s not sure if he’s headed closer to an exit but surely if he keeps crawling he’ll get further towards one of the many facility edges, rather than the middle.

“Who’s still in?” Yeosang asks over the earpiece.

“Just got out, close to the van.” Mingi says.

“Just Lucky and Mars left then.”

“Lucky, turn left, the next hallway is empty. Go through it and there should be an exit on the next one.” Yeosang reports.

“Mars, location?”

“Vent.” he whispers. It echoes.

“Fuck.”

Vents are never good. They’re last resort options for when there’s nowhere left to go because Yeosang doesn’t have eyes on you anymore. But there was no other option for him.

Seonghwa reaches another panel, but he can hear voices, so he knows the room below him isn’t empty. He keeps moving, sweat dripping down his face. Anxiety is really setting in now, moreso than ever.

“Out.” it’s Hongjoong.

Seonghwa sighs quietly. At least everyone else has made it out. At least everyone else is safe.

“Just Mars left.”

It takes four more minutes to reach another panel. Seonghwa presses an ear to it. There’s silence. He peers through it and tries to look around the room. He sees nothing.

He moves the panel out as silently as he can, and he drops down into the room.

The sight of two guards in the corner that he couldn’t see startles him and dread fills his body as he whips out his gun.

“Comp.” he speaks through the mic.

He doesn’t get a shot in before he feels stabs of electricity shooting through his body, and he looses grip on the gun as he hits the ground.

The voltage amps up as the guard moves closer and his body starts convulsing as his vision blurs.

It turns off, and then a boot kicks him in the face. He blacks out on impact.

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Seonghwa knew death was the risk that came with being the right-hand of a resistance group. He’d come to terms with it.

He knew that he’d likely be tortured for information for a little while before they gave up and killed him.

Seonghwa thought he knew what was to come if he was captured.

He did not.

He woke up in a dark room, his mask and hat gone.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mars. Or should I say Pxrk Seonghwa?”

“I’m not talking.”

The politician laughs.

“Plenty of people say that.” “Ateez is going to take down you pathetic fucks.”

“Oh I’m sure they will.” the man says sardonically.

“You say you won’t talk, but you don’t know what’s in store for you.”

“I’m not selling out my family. I’d rather die.”

“You’ll wish you died soon enough.”

Seonghwa spits in his face.

The man punches him in his.

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They try to get him to talk. He rip out his fingernails and half his hair. They threaten to kill his family, but Seonghwa doesn’t even consider them family.

They break his fingers one by one, then his legs. They punch him in the face until he’s spitting out blood and they waterboard him until he blacks out. They starve him. They cut him. He screams but he doesn’t talk, no matter how hard they try.

He doesn’t know how many days or weeks it’s been of them demanding he tell them who the other members of Ateez are, where their hideout is, where their next move is. But Seonghwa only laughs at them.

“K!ll me. I’m never going to talk, no matter how hard you try, so just do it.”

Then they take him to the warehouse.

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He woke up in a purple room that had various weapons in it and even meaner looking guards.

“You brought me to a different place just to torture me the same way?” he laughs.

“No. I brought you somewhere else to torture you in a completely different way. This is the best it gets.”

“You’re not going to break me.”

“We will.”

Seonghwa would learn that statement to be true.

The purple room was his favourite.

Seonghwa asked them why. Why they kept him here. Why they were doing this when they weren’t even asking him for information anymore.

The politician told him simply, “It’s not about that anymore.”

The yellow room is the room that he got electrocuted in. The politician liked that one. He liked the way it made his tongue involuntarily loll out and his body convulse after a while of the shocks running through him.

The guards liked the pale orange room. It was the one where they were allowed to beat him with their fists until he passed out. That was Seonghwa’s second favourite.

The white room was his least favourite. The white room was padded all the way around and the lights never once turned off. The lights were always bright and it was always so silent that it made his body fill with dread. The lights would go up so high they’d damage his eyes every once in a while, and other times they’d flicker or they’d go to strobe and Seonghwa would cry in the corner as he rocked back and forth on his knees and hyperventilated. It didn’t matter anyway, the room was soundproofed. The white room made Seonghwa question everything he knew.

The blue room was the room where he had to stand on the stool with his neck in a rope for hours upon hours. If his legs wobbled a little too much he could die.

He kicked the stool out from under himself intentionally one time, the guards pulled him down before he could die and then he was dragged into the pale orange room.

The green room held the ice water and the hot water. They’d strip him naked and submerge his body in the ice water barrel until his teeth were chattering and everything felt numb, then they’d rip him out and push him to the floor. Sometimes they’d dump the barrel of hot water on him to shock his body painfully, other times they’d drag him over while he was shivering and then they’d waterboard him with the hot water.

The lights in the warehouse never went out, he never could sleep consistently and he wasn’t fed on a schedule. Every time he managed to fall asleep he’d be kicked awake at some point. Every time they allowed him to eat they’d take him into a room and then he’d throw it all up instantly.

He tried to keep himself optimistic with hopes that Ateez would rescue him. But maybe they thought he was dead. Maybe they weren’t even looking. Seonghwa didn’t know how the rebellion was going but maybe they were all dead. Maybe they were being tortured like he was.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure what day it was, or how long it’d been. It must’ve been months. Maybe it’s been a full year.

Seonghwa swore to himself that he’d never break.

He was wrong.

Seonghwa crumbles.

The politician comes sometimes. He laughs. Seonghwa doesn’t react to him anymore. He doesn’t react to much of anything. That is until they violate him in a way they never had before.

Then they don’t stop.

Seonghwa cries, and the idea of hope fades from his mind as he accepts what’s happened. He will be tortured like this forever.

When a guard enters the white room he scrambles up to them and stutters through pleas for them to let him leave.

It never goes well.

Seonghwa’s wrists have set broken and moving usually causes pain in his ribs. The blue room is used less and less because he falls off the stool so quickly.

The yellow room has left him with hand tremors.

His mind is pliant from the white room and his vision is poor from the eye strain.

His body is scarred from the knives and beatings. His back hurts from the way they abuse him.

They don’t call him by his name. They call him traitor and bitch.

He wonders if anyone will ever use his real name again. His codename fades away. He never hears of the rebellion anyway.

Plus, as the politician reminds him, they’ve moved on. Nobody is coming to save him, so the rebellion doesn’t matter, nor do the people leading it.

Seonghwa doesn’t question him. He’s got bigger issues anyways, like the tremors and the permanent back pain and the fear of what they’ll do to him next.

The fear of the white room.

No Seonghwa lets the thoughts of his friends and of the cause he worked so hard to fight fade away, as he resigns himself to his fate.

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The red room is his new favourite. It has a dog cushion in the corner. They let him use it as a pillow when he tries to sleep.

There’s a TV really high up. He can’t reach it. It plays water sounds and shows pictures of landscapes.

It’s the only sun Seonghwa’s seen in who knows how long. He misses the grass, and trees, and even the bleak landscape of the city he lived in.

Seonghwa likes the red room. Usually they don’t do much more than violate him here, and his mind drifts as they do it anyways.

He spends more time in the red room now, now that they say he doesn’t need the other ones as much. It’s not much fun when he’s like this.

Though they’ll still use the green and yellow rooms. The green and yellow rooms are the physical pain rooms that he can’t get used to.

He mostly stays in the red and the white room.

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Seonghwa screams in the white room. He’s not sure how long the flickering lights have been on but he wants them off, and it’s too quiet.

At least the screaming lets him hear something, even if his voice is hoarse and fading.

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Seonghwa’s voice breaks when he screams now. He only screams when they put him in the white room, and any other time he whispers. They like him better when he doesn’t talk, and he doesn’t have anything to say of importance.

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There’s yelling from around him, and Seonghwa flinches. He doesn’t know what he did wrong. He was in the red room, so he couldn't have been that bad.

It takes another ten minutes of yelling for Seonghwa to realise that they aren’t yelling at him. Something is wrong.

It doesn’t matter. Nothing ever concerns him.

Seonghwa hears gunshots and screaming, and he backs up into the corner of the red room, covering his ears.

He doesn’t know what’s happening, but he knows it’s not good. When everything calms down he’ll be in trouble, even though he’s not sure what’s wrong.

Seonghwa whimpers as he rocks back and forth. Maybe they’ll put him back in the white room. He doesn’t want to go back. He’d rather one of the guns that keeps firing fire straight through his skull and put an end to his misery instead.

The door to the red room flies open and Seonghwa looks up in fear, but there’s not a guard standing in front of him.

It’s a man in a mask and hat. He yells that he’s “found Mars.”

Seonghwa knows that he’s supposed to know the man and what he’s talking about, but he doesn’t.

He just knows that he’s in trouble, new people don’t come for him often but when they do it always hurts.

More men with the masks appear in front of him. Seonghwa only cowers in the corner.

“What did they do to him?”

What didn’t they do to him? He’s sure they’ve hurt him almost every way possible.

“Why…where are his clothes?”

An alarm starters blaring from somewhere in the warehouse and Seonghwa presses his hands to his ears to make the noise stop ringing in his ears. Two of the men with masks grab him and haul him up.

Somebody is kidnapping him again.

The men in the masks hug him and it makes his skin coil. He doesn’t know why they seem so happy.

“We knew we’d find you eventually. We never stopped looking.”

Seonghwa picks at the skin on his arm.

“Does he not speak anymore?”

“If it’d please you, I can.” he whispers. It’s best to try to get on their good side, they were willing to kidnap him from the politician they could be meaner than he was.

The cursing from inside the van makes him flinch.

“What the fuck happened to him?”

One of the men in the mask tears off both his hat and his mask.

Seonghwa stares as he racks his brain to come up with a name. He knows this person.

The other men take theirs off too.

“Hwx, do you remember us?” one of them asks.

Seonghwa thinks and thinks and thinks as he stares at the man.

They seem to get sadder as he looks on, and one of them begins to cry.

“H-Hong…Hongjoong?”

“Yes, yes that’s me. You remember the rest of them?”

He slowly does.

“How long has it been?”

Wooyoung stares at the floor of the van. “A year and two months.”

“We couldn’t get a single trace of you for eight months. We never stopped looking.”

Seonghwa nods. A year and two months. That’s how long he was in the warehouse. That’s how long it’d been since he’d seen anybody other than the politician and the guards, that’s how long it’d been since he’d seen the sun. That’s how long he’d been tortured both physically and mentally.

That’s how much of his life had been violently ripped away from him. This was the cost of the rebellion, the rebellion that faded from his mind. This was the cost of the rebellion, Seonghwa thought as he cried in the van, and he fears that he’ll never recover from the warehouse.

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Drink. It. All

I interrupted my usual Ateez programming to put out a depressed Draco Malfoy fic but now we're back on the Ateez posts!

warnings// omorashi (piss kink), dom Yeosang, sub Seonghwa, exhibitionism, public sex (in a bathroom stall)

1.7k// seongsang, 3rd person pov

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Let's set the scene, Seonghwa and Yeosang are dating. Seonghwa is Yeosang's boyfriend, as well as his sub.

Seonghwa is obedient, a good boy through and through, and any accidental disobedience is accidental as he hurries to apologize instantly. That doesn't mean that he doesn't want punishments, because he does. It's just he wants them unjustly, he craves being good and that praise, but he wants to be punished even if he's done nothing wrong. Not a funishment, but just their dynamic.

Yeosang loves to indulge him, and this is the best way to please both him and Seonghwa when they're not in private.

It's also insanely humiliating for Seonghwa, and they both know about his humiliation kink.

So, when the two of them and the rest of their friends decide to take a long road trip, it's perfect. Seonghwa sits in the passenger seat of the van while Yeosang drives, the rest of their friends in the back.

Everything is calm, music playing quietly while the other gusy are on their phones and slowly falling asleep. Yeosang is relaxed as he's driving. The only thing not calm is Seonghwa, whose knee is bouncing up and down. He's nowhere near his limit, yet he's full enough that it's mildly uncomfortable. He's fidgeting with his pants when Yeosang clamps a had over his thigh, telling him to "stay still." Seonghwa whines back that he knows why he's like that.

All he gets a glare in response and he shivers.

As they continue to drive further, Seonghwa's desperation grows, and he clenches his thighs together. He knows that Yeosang is watching him with no regrets, his thoughts only confirmed when Yeosang reaches back blindly to pull out a water bottle from their snack bag and hands it to him.

The implication is clear.

"I'm not thirsty."

"I didn't ask. Drink it. All."

"I can't, I've already had two coffees and a water. I'm so full." The last part came out bordering on a moan, and Seonghwa glances back in the side mirror nearest to him to check that none of the boys noticed him.

"I told you to drink it, so fucking drink." Yeosang says aggressively, shoving the water bottle into his hands.

Seonghwa swallows, picks up the water bottle, and chugs the whole thing in a minute, trying to ignore the way that it feels like it's instantly entering his bladder. He knows he'll regret the decision to chug it in a little while, but the idea of slowly sipping the water felt even more daunting than what he chose to do.

Yeosang grins at him, running his free hand over Seonghwa's waist, digging in slightly where his bladder is, just to make Seonghwa needier.

It doesn't even take 30 minutes later before Seonghwa feels far more full than he was. His jeans are tight around the waist from where his bladder has slightly enlarged, only adding to his desperation as it digs into his bladder, applying constant pressure.

Yeosang pulls into a gas station and Seonghwa unbuckles his seatbelt to get out of the car, but Yeosang quickly asks, "Can you pump gas, we're gonna stop at the gas station for a bathroom break."

Seonghwa would say no, but he knows it's not a question, and he's good. So he says yes, and when he gets out the car he can feel all the liquid in his bladder slosh around, narrowly resisting the urge to cross his legs.

His need only gets worse as he pumps gas, the idea of a bathroom being right beside him, but not being able to only makes the need to worse.

When Yeosang walks back to the van holding a bottle of lemonade, he already knows what's going to happen.

"Thanks, love. I got you a lemonade as a thank you."

"I'd appreciate it more if you let me got to the bathroom," Seonghwa muttered (louder than he intended.)

Yeosang's eyes harden as he lowers his voice. "Listen here, slut. You're going to drink this fucking bottle, and you're going to get back in the car, and you're going to shut the fuck up and suffer. Got it?"

Seonghwa only whines out a "Yes, Sangie."

A bottle of lemonade and thirty minutes later, Seonghwa is writhing in the passenger seat. "Oh god. Please pull over" he hisses under his breath.

"No."

"I need to use the bathroom!"

"We just stopped, if you had to go you should've said something." Yeosang says.

"You're being so mean. Just let me go—" he gets ready to say, but Yeosang slams on the breaks hard enough to cause his seatbelt dig into his bladder.

While hot pleasure courses through his body as his eyes roll back, clinging onto the dashboard of the car as his other hand shoots into his lap to grab his dick.

"F-Fuck, you can't just sl—"

"Shut up. You love it anyways." he grins, then glances at Seonghwa. "Don't make me get you more water."

"N-No, I'm sorry, Sangie."

It feels like it takes forever for them to get to a rest stop. Or anything whatsoever. If he were anybody else, he probably would've asked Yeosang to pull over on the side of the road and let him piss in the plenty of woods that they drove past.

But he's not. That sounds gross, and he's a masochist more than anything else.

While he wasn't given anything more to drink in the final length of the drive, he was plenty full enough already. Two coffees, two waters and a lemonade, almost 100 ounces of liquid while driving on bumpy roads in a car for hours borders on sheer torture.

Getting out of the car, Seonghwa keels over. His whole bladder throbs with the exertion of holding back when the need to go is so bad, and he can feel all the liquid inside him drop.

"Fuck" he whines, trying not to grip himself in public, but quickly rushing to the bathroom as fast as he can without looking suspicious.

He speedwalks into the bathroom and closes the stall behind him, but he knows that just because Yeosang gave him access to a bathroom, doesn't mean that he's allowed to go.

The proximity to a toilet is making his need to go even worse, and his control over his bladder quickly begins to wane, even with a hand around himself, squeezing his cock.

He could go now, sure he'd get in trouble with Yeosang but there's only so much he can do when they're in a car and the toilet is right there—

He cuts his thoughts off, he wouldn't. But his bladder likes that idea, relaxing slightly at the idea, and he feels a spurt of piss dampening his boxers.

He squeezes his cock even harder, hoping that Yeosang will appear some time soon enough because he really needs to go to the bathroom.

The second Yeosang opens the door to the bathroom and Seonghwa sees his shoes, he's begging.

"Oh my god, sir. I need to go so bad, it hurts. I've already leaked, please." he begs.

Yeosang's grin is cruel as he presses a kiss to Seonghwa's neck and wraps his arms around Seonghwa's middle.

"You have to go?" he asks, and Seonghwa nods quickly. "Yes, yes, so fucking bad, sir."

"Well, you've been so good for me, you should cum first, right?"

Yeosang asks, but they both know it's not a real question, so he just moans in reply.

Yeosang unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out of them, his length twitching in Yeosang's hand.

"Aw, your pathetic little cock is leaking all over the place," Yeosang says in fake sympathy, working his hand up and down Seonghwa's length, quickly getting him from halfmast to fully hard.

Seonghwa's body twitches as he bites down on his lip.

Everything feels like too much, his full bladder making him feel too close to the edge of everything, a step away from hitting a high so euphoric that it'll blow their cover. He can barely keep his legs from giving out on him as his knees weaken, eyes rolling back into his head as he clings to Yeosang's thighs.

"S-So close" he whines, because he is. It feels like his whole body is a lightining rod, and honestly he can't tell if the pressure building up inside him is the need to piss or cum but it's all too much.

"Close already hmm? It's only been like two minutes, that pent up for me?"

But Seonghwa can't care, not when whatever he's working up to is getting closer, his head falling back onto Yeosang's shoulder as he moans "I-I gonna— gonna."

He can't seem to form a coherent sentence, all thoughts racing out of his head, and Yeosang chuckles. "Gonna what, hmm? You're gonna cum, or are you gonna piss all over yourself?"

Seonghwa doesn't hear him, as that high finally hits him. "haah~ ngh! fuck, fuck fu—" he cries, his hands flying from Yeosang's thighs to hit the walls of the stall as his legs give out on him. Yeosang's arm around his waist keeps him supported while Yeosang's other hand continues to stroke him to overstimulation.

His orgasm has him seeing white, and leaves his ears ringing as it doesn't fade, because as soon as he finishes cumming, his bladder gives out on him and he starts to piss.

The feeling of relief is so good that it's almost like a second orgasm, leaving him twitching as his mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

"Yeah, that's my good boy, such a good fucking slut for me." Yeosang growls, grinding against Seonghwa's ass.

And as Seonghwa's high fades, he cringes, taking his hands off the dirty bathroom stall."Ew, it's filthy in here."

"Wowm you weren't concerned about the sanitation of the bathroom when you were begging me to let you—

"Shut up!" Seonghwa yelps over top of him, flushing the toilet and opening the stall door.

He washes his hands for a solid minute and a half and dries them just as Yeosang smacks him on his ass and whispers in his ear, "Now get back in the car. When we stop at a hotel for the night I'll have plenty of fun with you."

Seonghwa shivers as he nods and opens the bathroom door.

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Hongjoong's Acrimony (Blind Love vs. Blind Rage)

Did I forget that I had a Tumblr again and that I had this in the drafts, only I shall know. This story has break lines like a chapter title, detailing Seongjoong's relationship, you may need a dictionary to understand the chapter names.

warnings// toxic relationship, anger issues, emotional abuse

3k words, seongjoong (side jongsang), 3rd Person POV

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[Inexorable]

Seonghwa should've listened. He should've known better, and he thought he did. He thought that he was going to have the perfect relationship, that Hongjoong was nothing like what people warned him he might be like...

Yet his friends told him otherwise, and Seonghwa didn't believe them.

Hongjoong has anger issues. Intense anger issues.

But he and Hongjoong were close friends, and he knew that Hongjoong had these issues. Though he didn't understand the full extent of them, he was conscious of them.

In hindsight, while Hongjoong would always have that anger, he'd calm down so quickly when Seonghwa spoke to him. It was so simple, as if even Seonghwa's presence could calm him down.

So Seonghwa didn't believe that the anger would get worse. If anything he'd hoped that it would get better...

That's where he failed. He deep down, believed that he could fix Hongjoong in that moment. His blind love, his raging crush, coated his mind in a thick syrup. I can fix him.

That's lesson number one. You can't fix somebody. They have to fix themselves, through therapy and acceptance and sometimes medication.

But it is not your job to do so.

Hongjoong gets angry easily, and when he does, it's like a forest fire. Nearly unstoppable, and it only gets worse with time.

He'll get so angry that all he wants to do is set the world on fire and watch it burn, beat someone to a pulp and destroy everything that he can, regardless of who he hurts or takes down in the process.

One time, Hongjoong's older brother pulled him to the side and told him "Hongjoongcan get so angry that he'd set a house on fire with himself locked in it, just to take down another person."

Seonghwa laughed, but he wasn't being funny.

He later learned that it didn't even have to be something big that upset him. A mild inconvience, when left untamed, could turn into that house fire, and it's the way that Hongjoong is.

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[Bewail]

Even in the early stages of their relationship, Seonghwa had figured it out.

It was undeniable that Hongjoong was possesive, and mixed with his anger it could become serious. But he looked past that possessivness to see the good. He saw the Hongjoong that joked around with him and feed him popcorn by hand when they saw movies.

Every time somebody brought it up to him, he dismissed them with ease. "Everyone has their flaws, just like I do. It's not bad at all."

He saw through his rose coloured glasses, and now he's paying for it.

Seonghwa's guilt keeps him here, with Hongjoong.

Maybe it's guilt that he should've known better, that he dated Hongjoong at all.

Maybe it's guilt that he's endorsed it for so long, allowing Hongjoong's anger to fester and build until it overflows like a volcanoe.

Maybe it's guilt that he's abandoned his friends for Hongjoong, or that he surrendered to the possessiveness and stopped going out at all.

Maybe it's guilt that he still loves Hongjoong, even though he knows he shouldn't, even though his boyfriend leaves him tired and sometimes crying, constantly fearing for another meltdown. Even though he shouldn't love him anymore. Not after all of this.

Maybe it's guilt that he didn't leave when it was mild. When everybody told him to. When everybody sat there and told him constantly that he shouldn't date Hongjoong, that he's not stable enough. He should've backed out once Hongjoong started yelling at him.

He pays the price for his guilt, far more than he'd like to admit to anyone outside of their relationship, to any of his friends. But he can't bring himself to leave.

Hongjoong truly is a nice person...at least when he's not angry.

Of course he is. That's why Seonghwa feel in love with him.

But he doesn't see too much of the Hongjoong he fell in love with as of recent. Rather, he sees the Hongjoong that makes him wish he didn't.

He'll come back home to Hongjoong, already bristling with rage, and as soon as he sets his stuff down, that anger will turn on him. It's as if the noise of the front door opening will set him off.

Hongjoong will instantly begin to scream at him, he'll throw things at the ground or against their tables and he'll punch the couch, or worse, the wall, and Seonghwa will cry.

He'll whimper when Hongjoong grabs a glass vase from across the room and throws it at the floor, and he'll flinch at the shattering noise of the glass. He'll stare at Hongjoong, even through his blurred eyes, and he'll placate, no matter how upset he is. Apologies will fall from his lips between his broken sobs as he tries futiley to tell Hongjoong that it's okay, that he's sorry, even though he hasn't done anything.

He'll offer to make them both dinner and says he'll wash all the dishes afterward, he'll even clean up their place tomorrow, so that all Hongjoong has to do tomorrow is his work—his freelance stuff, that they make virtually no money from, because Hongjoong can't do a 9 to 5—even though that means Seonghwa will be busy all day tomorrow after his.

After Seonghwa finally gets Hongjoong to calm down from his explosive rage, Hongjoong will press a kiss to his lips and apologise. the day after he'll wake up to a package of his favourite food or a brand new plushie, and he'll stare at it for a moment before continuing to get ready for work.

He knows that it's bad for both of them, the way that Hongjoong takes all his anger out on Seonghwa every day, and then gives him gifts to make up for it. He knows it's wrong.

But he's complacent.

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[Disquietude]

Seonghwa loves the Hongjoong that's happy. But he's never sure if he'll get that when he walks in the door.

More often than not, he won't.

It's always a toss up as to whether or not Hongjoong will be having a good day.

Seonghwa will walk home and stand outside their front door, bracing himself before he even enters the door. He almost dreads it, and before he opens it, he begs "please, please, let him be in a good mood."

Hongjoong has never once hit him in his anger. He's never thrown anything at him, only thrown things in his general vicinity.

Most people would say "that doesn't make it better," and Seonghwa's pretty sure that they're right, but it makes him feel better inside.

That might make him selfish; sticking around when he knows he should leave. But he can't help it. He hopes for it to get better instead.

Hongjoong never acts cruel towards him, at least never intentionally—though he is—and he's not a bad person.

Hongjoong is not a bad person, Seonghwa swears, but he needs some help mentally. A therapist would be great for him, someone to help him, better than Seonghwa ever could. He brought it up once.

It ended in a screaming match—or more accurately, Hongjoong screaming at him—so he didn't bring it back up.

Sometimes it's a good day, more often it's a bad day.

He should leave, he knows that he should, but he won't.

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[Enervation]

Seonghwa can't take it anymore.

He cannot handle this anymore.

All he'd done today was enter their house, and he hadn't even managed to speak to him before Hongjoong started to scream. Just a step inside, and already, Hongjoong was on a rampage. The door hadn't even closed before he heard the loud crash of something hitting the floor, and he runs a hand over his face in absolute exhaustion.

He's just so, so tired.

Today was a rough day for him too, he works a job in customer service and today most of his customers were unruly. That doesn't matter to Hongjoong, however, he only sees his own issues.

Seonghwa is tired, not just because of his job. He's also tired of this, he can't keep coming home to his partner screaming over nothing, after he's spent hours busting his ass for their rent.

He's sick of cleaning their whole house, cooking every day, washing all their clothes and dishes, being the only one of them paying for their utilities and their house and any extra expenses. Yet he's the one who gets screamed at.

He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to spend his nights crying over his crumbling relationship, not by any fault of his own. He's spent these past months working his hardest to keep them afloat and make this work. He just can't anymore.

"Please Hongjoong, please don't do this today!" he begs.

It's futile.

"Do this? What? Do you think my anger is a chore, you think that I'm a chore."

Seonghwa flinches as a figurine goes flying across the room. He runs a hand through his hair and feels the tears quickly building and dripping onto his face, as he feels the start of a breakdown.

"God, please stop it Hongjoong! I can't calm you down today, I can't fucking handle this today!" he sobs. His voice cracks as he raises it.

Hongjoong only screams at him even louder, Seonghwa scoffs.

"Why did I think you'd pay attention to me? You never do."

He heads to their bedroom and flops face first onto their bed. He's still in his work clothes, and he can't stop crying.

He should've listened to what they all said.

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[Lassitude]

Seonghwa is tired.

He's so tired, and there's nothing left in him anymore.

The anger and the screaming and the crying has finally broken him, and his apathy convinces him to make the right decision.

Seonghwa exits their room once the loud crashing stops, because it's not worth the battle to him anymore. A quick glance at the clock tells him it took two hours for Hongjoong to calm down, and he knows that he should've done it so that the raging ended sooner.

But deep down, he can't bring himself to care much.

It's not worth fighting with Hongjoong endlessly for one good day, not when Hongjoong is barely even nice at all.

"Hey Hwa, welcome ho— have you been crying?" Hongjoong asks him. He's sweeping up glass. Seonghwa doesn't even care what he broke. It's always something new. He stopped caring about any of their possessions once the fourteenth thing that meant something to him ended up shattered.

This time, he can't help but laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I was crying. I'm always crying."

"Y-You are? What happened?"

Seonghwa actually laughs out loud this time, "You didn't even notice this time. I came home, and you were already yelling, and I begged you to please calm down, and you just kept yelling. You didn't care that you were the thing to make me cry."

Hongjoong sighs, emptying the glass into the trash bag (he's not supposed to. Seonghwa's always the one who cleans up the glass, so Hongjoong wouldn't know.) "I'm sorry Hwa, it won't happen again."

"It won't happen again? Hongjoong...how many times have you told me that?"

"Hwa, baby, I know I say it but I promise—"

Seonghwa cuts him off. He wouldn't usually, it only makes Hongjoong angry.

Everything makes him angry, what's the point in trying to stop the anger anymore?

"I'm not your therapist."

"What?"

"I'm not your therapist. I'm not your psychiatrist. I'm just a guy who works at a restaurant, I'm just your boyfriend. I'm just your partner, and you never treat me like one."

"Wha- What are you talking about? I treat you well, what about all of the things that I buy you?"

"What about all the times you scream at me? What about every single time you need me to babysit and micromanage your life so that you don't get angry? What about every single time you stormed out, leaving me to pick up the pieces of your anger?"

"Hwa, you know I get angry, but I always try to make it up to you, what are you saying?"

"Joong, I'm saying that you need help. I'm serious this time. I'm not going to do this anymore. This relationship is killing me now. I can't keep calming you down. You've thrown, or worse, broken everything in this apartment at least once. You scream at me almost every day, and you insult me and make me cry when you're angry. I've tried—god, I've tried so hard—to look at the good things about you and ignore all the bad things like I did. I— I just can't anymore. I'm over this. You have to see some mental health professional, a therapist, a psychiatrist, just anyone who isn't me. Because I'm not."

"Hwa—"

"No. Don't interrupt me this time. If you don't go to a professional then I can't be with you anymore." Seonghwa sighs. He hates the way that tears begin to build up in his eyes.

"I already told you once, Seonghwa. I tried to speak to a therapist, but I don't have anything to say to them. I'm not fucked up, I don't need one, I just get angry, but everyone else gets angry."

"No they don't!" Seonghwa yells. He shocks himself.

"People don't get angry the way you do. Most people aren't getting so angry that they have to throw things every day. Can you ever remember a time that I started yelling the way you do? Have I ever thrown your possessions at our walls, slammed my fists into them? You know there hasn't been, because I don't have those issues. Most people don't! I love you Hongjoong, but I can't stay with you if you don't want to help yourself."

Hongjoong scoffs at him. "It's been two years Seonghwa, two years you've been with me, and you've never complained, and now you want to end it?" Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa can hear the way that his voice starts to rise. He sighs again. He's waiting for this to turn into a screaming match (which will just be Hongjoong screaming at him.)

"Yes! Yes, I do want to end it, because you won't help yourself, I finally see it now, Hongjoong. I was always scared of leaving you, and I'm still scared! I'm scared every day to walk home because I know that it will be another day where you scream at me, even though I've done nothing for you to yell at me. I'm scared that one day you're going to hit me, and I shouldn't have to live my life being scared that your anger will turn to you physically striking me. Every time I bring this up to you it confirms more to me that you won't change, and that you don't want to. I don't deserve this, at least I'd like to hope so, but I don't even think I can stay with you while you try to begin your recovery. "

"I love you, Hongjoong. But I don't love all of you. I love the part of you that treats me like I hung the moon, but I rarely get that. If you go to therapy and you find some good coping mechanisms or you get medicated and you aren't having outbursts every day, then we can try again, but until then, I'm going to stay with Yeosang and Jongho. I'll come back to get my stuff and move out soon."

"Seonghwa, you can't do this to me. There's nothing wrong with me, please. I promise I'll stop taking it out while you're here," Hongjoong begs, as if he's reached a compromise.

"I don't believe you. I've heard that from you far too many times, and you can't convince me that it'll be different. It's been too long. I'm done." Seonghwa says. He's crying.

He grabs the keys to their car (his car, which he basically gave Hongjoong, since he needed one and Seonghwa could walk to work,) as he hears Hongjoong rounding the corner of thie foyer, still begging for him to be reasonable.

All Seonghwa does is glance back, and he opens the door and leaves the apartment, for what won't be the final time, but the last time as Hongjoong's partner.

He doesn't look back even as Hongjoong calls his name, and he doesn't waiver.

The end has finally come.

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[Epilogue: Sunder]

Seonghwa sits in his car as the number he dialed rings.

Ring.

Pick up. Pick up please.

Ring.

Please, Yeosang.

Ring.

"Hello, it's Yeosang, if you're—"

Seonghwa presses the end call button. His breathing feels ragged in his chest.

He pulls out of their parking garage and drives to Yeosang and Jongho's shared apartment, even though he couldn't get them to answer.

He parks in their parking lot and walks through the lobby, getting on the elevator.

The world feels bleak and strange like this. He wonders how long it's taken him to realise that it always feels like this now.

Where did his passion and liveliness go?

He moves on autopilot as he heads to apartment 215A, and when he knocks on the door, Jongho answers.

"Who's at the door?" Yeosang yells from inside.

"Seonghwa? What are you doing here?"

"I..."

He can't even say anything before he starts breaking down in their doorway.

Jongho ushers him inside but he can barely make it through the doorway before he crouches onto his knees.

Yeosang sits down in front of him. "I just noticed your call, I'm so sorry. Was it about Hongjoong?"

He nods.

"Did...did he hit you? Are you hurt?" Yeosang asks him, tilting up his head.

"I broke up with him...I didn't know where else to go"

"You can stay with us, hyung. It's going to be okay." Yeosang says.

"You made the right choice. Hongjoong's not in the mental space for a relationship." Jongho sighs from behind them, and Yeosang pulls him into a hug.

"We're here for you, as long as you need."

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#ateez #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #choi jongho #kpop bxb #angst #seongjoong #jongsang

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Closets After Concerts~

Did I forget I had a tumblr?? Who knows????

warnings// top san, bottom seonghwa, choking, exhibitionism (?),

800 words, sanhwa, 3rd Person POV

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After their concerts, San is always filled with adrenaline. He lives on a high while he's on the stage, soaring in the clouds. After, it's hard to bring him back down.

As the members often laugh about, he ends up hard on stage from his adrenaline quite often, and the stylists arent the greatest at hiding it when he is. Just like how they fail to hide Yunho and Yeosang as well.

Regardless, the easiest way to bring his adrenaline level back down and rid himself of his erection at the same time is by having sex.

So after their most recent concert, San grabs the hand of his prettiest hyung, Seonghwa, into one of their dressing closets, eager to get all of his remaining energy out somehow.

As he pins Seonghwa against the wall, he wraps his fingers around his throat. With the other he frantically begins unbuttoning their shirts, their coats abandoned before they even made it into the closet, yanking them off at a rapid pace. Beyond eager to have Seonghwa screaming under his touch.

Seonghwa hisses beneath his breath, in between his gasps for air, that it's probably not smart for them to fuck in here, but they both know that Seonghwa's just as eager as he is.

So, Sannie ignores him with ease, tugging off the remaining pieces of their clothes and fucking Seonghwa open on his fingers, listening to his pretty gasps with every moment as he covers Seonghwa's mouth with his hand.

He gets the job done quickly, getting three fingers in Seonghwa in record time, and after a while, Seonghwa lacks the energy to try and keep quiet.

Each little quirk of his fingers, pressing onto Seonghwa's prostate, has little whines being pushed out of Seonghwa's mouth, until his cock is hard and dripping onto the floor.

As Seonghwa keeps gasping, whimpering endlessly into his hand he tried to keep quiet with, it begins to fail, and he gets louder.

Seonghwa's post concert high has always faded before San's does.

When he finally pushes in, San groans open-mouthed into Seonghwa's neck, and Seonghwa himself mewls, his back arching against the wall.

By the time he bottoms out, Seonghwa is moaning into his hand, his chest heaving, and when he starts thrusting, Seonghwa's moans only get louder with each one.

Every press hits Seonghwa's prostate with ease, a skill that San's perfected after they've fucked so many times, and he uses it to his advantage.

San removes his hand, the only thing muffling Seonghwa's whiny moans, to grip onto Seonghwa's waist instead, leaving Seonghwa to either grip the wall to keep standing or have his legs give out and cover his mouth.

He ends up grabbing the wall, and pleasure slowly overcomes each one of his senses as San fucks him like a wild animal. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping together is vulgar, almost as much as Seonghwa's moans are, and he knows that there's no way anyone doesn't know what they're doing here.

His voice is sore from performing at the concert, yet that doesn't stop him from moaning like a pornstar as San ramps up his thrusts to an impossible speed, his legs shaking beneath him as his eyes start to close, his moans pitching higher and higher.

When Seonghwa finally orgasms, he almost screams, his eyes rolling back, and San groans against his skin as he cums inside.

Their post concert fuck in the closet brings San's energy level back down to his baseline, yet it depleted Seonghwa's energy into the negatives, and the moment that San lets him go his legs buckle in and he collapses on the floor.

His limbs refuse to cooperate with him as he lays there, and San has to help him get his clothes back on. The closet reeks of sex when they finally leave the closet, and the rest of the members, who took their makeup off in the amount of time it took them to fuck, glare at them annoyedly.

A single glance towards their crotches is a clear explanation, the obscene sounds of them fucking leaving them hard.

And San knows that he doesn't look that bad, or at least not any moreso than he did once he stepped off stage, but Seonghwa is a different story.

It's a testament to just how worked up he is after a concert that he can leave their hyung like this; his voice absolutely shot, hair sticking up madly in every direction, flushed cheeks, wobbly legs and a limp.

His complexion gives away, without a single doubt, what they were doing...that is, if it wasn't obvious by the squeals that Seonghwa made as he was railed into the next dimension...

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#sub!ateez #dom!ateez #dom!san #sub!seonghwa #top!san #bottom!seonghwa #kpop bxb #ateez smut #sub!idol #sub!kpop #choi san #park seonghwa #dom!idol #mild exhibitionism #ateez

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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The Innocent Ones~

If you cannot tell, I am not a graphic designer. Anyways! <3

warnings// sub Seonghwa, dom Hongjoong, sir kink (only towards the end), bottom hwa, top joong!

1.7k, seongjoong, 3rd Person POV

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"Kim Hongjoong, if you tell me one more time, about how much you want to fuck your pretty, bubblegum, twink boyfriend, I will roundhouse kick you in the face, and you know how hard I kick" San groans, pressing his hands over his ears. Hongjoong is on another rant about how unknowingly hot his boyfriend, Seonghwa, is and how sweet and innocent he acts at the same time.

"San, you don't understand, I'm literally dying. Do you know how difficult it is to be with him on a daily basis? You watched him deep throat that popsicle a few weeks ago, and I have to live with that every. single. day. He's so hot and he's so fucking oblivious to how sexy the things he does are, and I'm going to lose my mind. I'm masturbating every day and it's still not enough, my dick is going to fall off." Hongjoong hisses.

San winces at the mention of The Popsicle IncidentTM he witnessed. Never in his life has he seen someone deep throat a whole popsicle, with so little effort. He's also never seen anyone who's done so be oblivious to the people gaping wide eyed at them as they do so, because how are you that innocent?

He's not even into Seonghwa romantically, or sexually, even though he can admit that he is hot—Hongjoong's also dating him, so he's off limits—but he can't lie and say that the image of Seonghwa doing so didn't creep into his mind when he jerked off a day or two later (and he promptly banished that away.)

"Here's a thought, just walk up to him and say 'Hey, we've been dating for months, we haven't had sex, but you're blueballing me with your existence, so can I please fuck you.'" San suggests (still trying to re-banish The Popsicle IncidentTM)

"I'm gonna fucking scare him away! He's literally so innocent that I wouldn't be shocked if he told me he was a virgin, I'm not going to walk up to him with all cannons firing and tell him 'hey, I want to tie you up and spank you and fuck you until you scream,' he'd probably run away and hide in a corner or something!" Hongjoong groans.

"Even still, of course I tried to tell him I wanted to fuck him! I can't get much more explicit in my hints before I end up reaching the point of flat out saying it!"

San simply shrugs at him, steals a french fry from Hongjoong's plate, and says "Well, that sounds like a you problem then, I gave you my advice. Just tell him. I doubt he'll break up with you for telling him you want to have sex, just as long as you don't bring out the whips and chains immediately."

Hongjoong groans and slams his head onto the table between them, "You're literally fucking useless."

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Seonghwa shrieks, jolting from beside him and burying his face in the crook of Hongjoong's neck.

"Why do you keep picking scary movies for movie night, Joongie?" he pouts.

"Because I love scary movies?"

"But I hate them though! I don't like getting jumpscared!" Seonghwa whines, taking a peek back at the gruesome gore scene in front of them.

"But I love it when you get scared, you're so cute." Hongjoong grins.

"But Joongie—Ah!" Whatever Seonghwa was planning to say gets cut off by a mix of a squeal and whimper when a character's head gets axed off.

Hongjoong's dick twitches in his pants when he hears it.

"N-Next movie night I'm gonna pick Frozen!" Seonghwa says, burying his head back in Hongjoong's neck

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By the end of the movie, Seonghwa has migrated from beside him, to straddling his lap, fully facing the other direction of the TV in an attempt to avoid the movie.

Which means that Hongjoong has his pretty boyfriend, who he's been wanting to fuck for months in his lap, and in result, his dick is very hard.

It also means he is trapped, hoping that Seonghwa doesn't notice how incredibly turned on he is from his whimpers at the weight of his body in his lap.

As the credits finally begin to roll and ominous ambient music begins to play, Seonghwa sighs and mutters a "finally" into his neck. The feeling of his warm breath against his skin makes Hongjoong jolt a bit in his seat, and Seonghwa sits up to look at him.

"What, are you scared, Joongie?" he asks, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Of course not. Don't be silly." Hongjoong replies, rolling his eyes.

Seonghwa hums and shifts in his lap, obviously getting ready to get off, before he pauses, going very still. "Joong, you're hard," he gasps.

"Sorry, Hwa. I can just go take care of it in the bathroom, it's not a big deal—" Hongjoong begins to say, flustered for once, but he's cut off by Seonghwa rolling his hips down, grinding against his own.

His hands immediately reach out to grip Seonghwa's waist, stopping him from moving anymore. "Sorry, Joongie," Seonghwa giggles, but he leans back down to press a few open mouth kisses to the side of his neck, at the juncture where it meets his shoulder.

"S-Seonghwa." Hongjoong moans, his hands moving up to rest at Seonghwa's obscenely tiny waist, "Fuck, what are you doing?"

"Mmh, I'm just helping you out a bit." he replies, rolling his hips back down, a small moan spilling from his lips.

"Hwa, stop." Hongjoong says.

Seonghwa pulls off immediately. "Do you not want us to do anything? I thought I was getting those vibes from you but I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or—"

"No, Hwa. I want to have sex with you, god, I want to fuck you so bad, but I don't want to accidentally hurt you...well...I actually do want to hurt you, and that's kind of the problem and I don't want to scare you away." Hongjoong says, his hands tightening on Seonghwa's waist.

He thinks he imagines the way Seonghwa's eyes lidded when he said it, until he moans, loudly.

"Oh Joongie, I want you to ruin me. I want you to hurt me, break me. What would you say if I told you I was so kinky, I probably want more than even you can give me? What if I told you, that after our second date, when I went home I pulled out my largest dildo and fucked myself until I couldn't take it anymore, imagining that it was you fucking me so hard, hm? That I spank myself and slap my cock and I deny myself over and over again until I'm writhing, constantly thinking about how I ache for you to bend me over and force me to take your cock until I can't anymore?" Seonghwa asks, breathless.

His hips begin to roll again, grinding their cocks together a little bit harder his eyes slowly slipping closed as his lips part in pleasure, and one of those fantasies plays out within his head.

Hongjoong's eyes widen, after a quick moment of shock, and he thrusts his hips up to meet with Seonghwa's, growling.

"You want it, do you? I thought you were innocent, all this time you've been fucking yourself, imagining it was me? You think you can take me? I want to tie you up to our bed and fuck you until you're screaming, until you can't even speak anymore, and my cock has made you so dumb that all you can think about is me. I want to see you sobbing and convulsing out of the pleasure that I'm giving you, and I'd fuck you until you passed out."

The moan spilling from Seonghwa's lips is so vulgar it sounds pornographic, "Oh my god, Hongjoong, Joongie, please, please. I want you to fuck me like you say you want to. I want your cock in me, I want to feel it for weeks, I want to not be able to walk for days." Seonghwa moans desperately, grinding against him quicker.

Hongjoong doesn't even say anything, as he grabs Seonghwa's ass with both his hands and picks him up, carrying him to their bedroom.

He doesn't miss the way Seonghwa moans as he walks with him.

He has a strength kink.

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Seonghwa cries as Hongjoong fucks him so hard he sees stars, his thrusts pushing him up the bed.

"Nnh ah! F-fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!" He squeals, and Hongjoong groans.

"God, Hwa. You're fucking sinful."

The sight of his boyfriend, tears dripping from his eyes that keep closing, unable to even make a sentence because Hongjoong is fucking him so good, makes him only thrust faster.

"Hhh sir! H-harder, uh!" Seonghwa squeals, his legs spasming.

"Oh my god. You want it even harder? Fuck, we're gonna break our bed." Hongjoong grunts, the title doing even more to him, but he drops himself onto his forearms, pulling Seonghwa into a kiss that Seonghwa just moans into, unable to even make his mouth kiss back.

"Ngh~ Sir! I'm gonNA—" Seonghwa wails, breaking himself off as his orgasm hits him midway through announcing it, his back arching into the air as his eyes roll back, spit pooling in his mouth. His cock shoots ropes of translucent cum all over their chests.

That's Hongjoong's last straw, though he didn't even truly dom Seonghwa this time, between the title and the obscene picture he makes while in the throes of his pleasure, Hongjoong loses himself in it as well.

He pulls out and barely makes a single stroke with his hand before he's cumming all over Seonghwa's chest, his hips twitching as he moans loudly in pleasure.

The first thing he hears when the white noise fades is Seonghwa telling him "Next time, you should cum on my face."

He laughs at the absurdity of this. Less than a few hours ago, he still thought Seonghwa could be a virgin, that he'd scare him away.

He's actually a fiend.

It's always the Innocent Ones.

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#sub!ateez #sub!seonghwa #dom!hongjoong #dom!ateez #dom x sub #kpop bxb #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #bdsm #bottom!seonghwa #top!hongjoong #ateez smut #dom!idol #sub!idol

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Concert Chaos~

warnings// exhibitionism (?), praise kink, subby Seonghwa with dom Hongjoong, implied bottom hwa and top joong.

1.4k// Seongjoong, 3rd person POV

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Hongjoong is the leader of Desire, a hard rock band that is notorious for their extremely sexual lyrics. Most of the band members are either gay or openly dating, even in their conservative environment. Same with their openly pansexual main singer, who flirts with everything that breathes. He'll scream lyrics about how hard he fucks, until his partner is screaming and unable to walk, all while he climbs and borders on fucking all of his members on stage. He'll make out with them, grind on them, sometimes moaning into the mic. The crowd eats it up, and he enjoys it for fun.

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Seonghwa is a famous idol. This is his last year as a rookie, only his third, yet somehow more collectively famous than many third and second generation idols. He came out onto the K-pop scene with a glitter pop concept that didn't stand out, fit his voice, or fit his visuals very well. He blended into the crowd. But then, his company pulled him away from that. They tugged him towards a sexier concept, one that allowed him to use his deeper voice and rap, more well suited to his style like he wanted originally. The person who inspired him to want that sound in the first place? Kim Hongjoong, the leader and main vocalist of desire.

So, he attends every concert that's in his area, regardless of how famous he is. He's one of Desire's biggest fans. He slips on a mask to cover his features and heads out to the concert. He doesn't know whether it would be a scandal, golden boy Park Seonghwa attending a hard rock concert of an openly queer band, but he'd rather not find out.

The company didn't even want him attending to begin with, be he swore to be careful, and they let him go.

And to be fair, he was really fucking careful, only pulling his mask down to sip from his water (so that he doesn't blow out his precious voice.) But turns out, that was what screwed him over.

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Hongjoong has been eyeing the boy in the front row since the moment he entered the venue. He wore a black face mask, and his eyes were wide open and rapidly looking around, but filled with panic and excitement. His outfit was gothic; his style amazing. Yet despite his gothic attire he was still cute, adorable even, based off the bone structure he could see, he probably was hot too. And if he continued with that streak, he was probably good in bed as well.

He just so happened to be watching the pretty boy when he quickly pulled down his mask to sip some of his water.

What. The. Fuck?

Park Seonghwa, famous idol, standing right in front of him, front row at his show, screaming for him.

If that isn't a fucking ego boost. He doesn't even listen to Kpop, yet he knows who Seonghwa is. So taking his opporunity, after the boy puts back on the mask and the song ends, he takes a few gulps of his tea and addresses the crowd.

"Well, well, well. It seems like we have someone important here today!" The crowd cheers. "It's someone that you guys wouldn't expect to be here. He's hot, famous. HIs face is all over billboards. You've heard of him before." Seonghwa's eyes go wide, and Hongjoong bends down in front of him to hold his hand out for him.

"Come on darling," he purrs.

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Fuck, would the company not be happy with Seonghwa.

For a solid three seconds he just stared Hongjoong's outreached hand, his mind buffering with the crowd going apeshit around him. He decided to take it, who was he to let the chance to stand on stage beside the Kim Hongjoong pass him by. His biggest idol and long time crush? His head feels like it's spinning as that one word plays in his head on repeat, Darling. Darling. Darling. Oh fuck.

Hongjoong tugs him onto the stage.

"Everybody say hi to Seonghwa!" he shouts, and Hongjoong's hand pulls his mask down.

Oh god.

He's going to lose it, he's going to absolutely go crazy or die of shock. Hongjoong is standing a mere foot away from him, grinning at him after pulling him out of the crowd. Which means he was paying attention to him enough to notice him in the crowd with a mask on, to begin with.

"Well, you're even prettier in person. You look really cute like this, with your eyes all wide in shock. Your gothic attire doesn't seem to match you all that much."

Seonghwa gulps, his mouth dry. Pretty, cute. He can't stop staring.

"Oh darling, you should say thank you when someone compliments you, you wouldn't want everyone to think that you're rude, would you?" Hongjoong winks at him.

Seonghwa's 'thank you' in response is breathless, his voice not even picking up on the microphone in Hongjoong's hands. Hongjoong giggles at him, that sexy giggle he does right before he gets ready to go absolutely insane on a song.

He is so much more intimidating and domineering in person than he is on screen.

"Aren't you all wide-eyed and worked up. What? I don't bite...at least without your consent I won't." Hongjoong says, his voice so smug.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Kim Hongjoong for putting that idea in his head. Now he's staring at Hongjoong's lips with such a strong desire to kiss them, and he wants the man to bite him too. Oh please.

"Sweetheart, you look like you want me to bite you. Your eyes are all lidded now. Am I turning you on? Are you getting aroused by the fact that I'm talking to you like this, in front of such a large crowd?"

Seonghwa's lips part, going to reply, but his brain feels like mush and his tongue feels like lead.

"Tell me, Park Seonghwa. Do you want me to kiss you right now, in front of everybody? Good boys tell me. exactly. what they. want. Do you want to give up your reputation right now for me? Do you want to be my good boy?"

Hongjoong has taken a step closer, his voice a bit darker, looking up at Seonghwa yet having all the control in his hands. And Hongjoong tilts the microphone towards him, something in his eyes still telling him that it's okay to say no, even if his career is probably already fucked.

But he can't.

"Yes. Yes, I want you to kiss me, I want to be your good boy." He whispers, barely picking up on the microphone, but loud enough for the crowd to hear, since they all scream.

Hongjoong grins, grips him by his waist, tugs him forward, crashing their lips together. Seonghwa can't bring himself to be embarrassed by how needy he's acting. His whiny moan catches loud on the microphone even over all the crowds screaming, as Hongjoong shoves his tongue down his throat.

Seonghwa's head feels dizzy and his legs feel weak, unstable up under him. He's making out with his idol, Kim Hongjoong, on stage in front of thousands of people.

That's when his legs buckle, giving out under his weight, and Hongjoong holds him up by his waist, still making out with him. The band behind them finally shouts for them to either stop or get off the stage to go fuck, and only then does Hongjoong pull away from him.

"I'll tell you what, love. Why don't you go sit over there, look pretty and enjoy the show. When I'm done, I'll take you back home with me." Seonghwa nods immediately, nearly tripping over himself in his attempt to hurry to go sit down.

Hongjoong simply chuckles, "Good boy" he purrs. Seonghwa feels shivers all over his body, crossing his legs to hide the clear erection he has.

His company was going to be pissed.

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Drop, Drop, Drop~

warnings// hypnosis [consensual], master kink, degradations, humiliation, exhibitionism (kinda?), obedience kink, (any other tags pls comment)

Dom Hongjoong/ Sub Seonghwa~ 3rd Person POV ~2k.

I've had so many thoughts for MONTHS of this I'm excited to elaborate upon. Here we go!

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Within the second that word comes out of Hongjoong's mouth, Seonghwa feels it, his mind is floating distantly, and he plummets immediately into his most submissive state. His most vulnerable, and all for Hongjoong.

He's left reeling with those words, all dumb on the instant rush of pleasure he receives when they're spoken, every thought in his head quickly draining with thoughts of his master and all of his desires, of which Seonghwa would fill endlessly.

It doesn't matter where he is, his mind is instantly blank. Only filled with thoughts of being a good cockslut for his master to use for his own pleasure, disregarding his own; Hongjoong's stupid little slut, his masters perfect slave to mold however he deems fit.

It's a Pavlovian response at this point, the second his mind blanks, his cock will instantly begin to harden, even if he doesn't know why. His master trained him like that, to be hard as soon as he drops, and whatever his master requests is what he'll do.

Whenever they have free time at home, in their room with no fear of their other members hearing and no time constraint, Hongjoong enjoys toying with him. He loves demanding that Seonghwa kneel on the floor in front of him, naked, his hands claspt behind his back, eyes level with Hongjoong's cock inside of his pants but knowing that he's not allowed to touch him yet.

He'll pull out the stopwatch they have and flip it open, something that once was a joke, before teasing Seonghwa by telling him to watch it as it swings. Watch, and watch, even though they both know it doesn't work. The flair for the dramatics, is what they both love, the slow buildup of Seonghwa being tortured, trying desperately not to squirm because he's aware that any moment Hongjoong could begin to actually drop him, but that he's not being led into hypnosis yet.

Hongjoong will snap the watch closed, walk around in a slow circle around him, and the sound of his shoes on their hardwood makes Seonghwa all the more submissive. Naked and kneeling while Hongjoong is in formal wear, walking around him, staring down at him. Mocking him, because he's so dirty for enjoying this.

"Such a slut," Hongjoong will purr, "You'd let me do anything to you, you wouldn't be able to stop me if I just left you like this, permanently stuck under my control. I could keep you under my control, day and night, like my perfect little sex slave. A 24/7 cum dump just for me, and you'd have to take it."

Hongjoong would never, and Seonghwa's always able to come up if he feels it necessary, their safe word also fresh in his mind at any moment. But Seonghwa loves the talk, possibly more than Hongjoong loves saying it, never failing to get him worked up even before their session begins.

Hongjoong will grin as he bends down, right into his ear, and bites it before whispering a simple, "drop."

Seonghwa's eyes will dilate and his mouth will part a little bit, he'll inhale a bit sharply. But it takes more, and Hongjoong knows it.

That's why he'll leave him dangling, the images of Hongjoong and master blurring in his head, fully aware that he's being hypnotised and that's why he's all the more horny than he was before, but at the same time beyond confused. Fidgeting slightly on his legs as he tries to resist the urge to move, or beg for more. A full drop, an orgasm, anything.

Hongjoong will giggle, sinister like always, and he'll get louder. "Drop."

Again.

"Drop."

"Drop. Drop. Drop."

Again and Again, until Seonghwa's tongue has lolled out of his mouth, and his cock is stiff and leaking so much precum it's getting onto his thighs, his pupils black, his head fallen back. Hongjoong will watch him with lidded eyes, smiling at what a cockdrunk, useless whore Seonghwa has become with just a simple word repeated a few times.

Seonghwa'd given him blanket consent to do whatever he pleased, between the trust in their relationship, their shared kinks and the knowledge that Seonghwa knew how to express his need to stop, it made everything all the better. He doesn't know what his master will ask of him until it's already spoken, and he'll do it. There's unpredicatability, no necessary planning involved, nothing there to break the illusion that Seonghwa has lost full control of his own thought processes.

So they relish in the idea that Seonghwa has no autonomy, he is Hongjoong's slave only. Mindless to do anything but his bidding, unable to protest at all, only there to be fucked until he cries and then repeated. Only there to do anything spoken.

Hongjoong takes pride in how well his slut is trained, to even ignore or force his own bodily functions (until the point his own body forces his acknowledgment.)

Fully under, he can demand that Seonghwa cum, no stimulation required, and within seconds he'll watch as Seonghwa's mouth falls open in a silent moan, his hips bucking up, eyes rolling back as white ropes of cum burst from his cock and make a mess all over his chest.

If he tells him he can't, then no matter how many rounds they go, Seonghwa's cock will remain hard with no orgasm, no matter how much the need boils up, or how many times Hongjoong has gotten to cum, Seonghwa will not. Even desperate, mouthing mindlessly against his neck, completely gone to the edging he's experienced, Seonghwa will not cum. Only once Hongjoong allows, demanding with a simple "cum," or sweeter by telling him he's allowed to, will Seonghwa's eyes cross in pleasure as his body locks up and he screams, shaking in Hongjoong's hold, lost to orgasmic pleasure.

Seonghwa will listen if his master asks him to get on their bed, strip and start opening himself up for his cock, or if he's asked to open his mouth, so he can be throat fucked until his voice is lost the next day.

Even the simple idea of doing a scene is enough to get Seonghwa buzzing with arousal, but after the scene he's left feeling more relaxed than ever.

Even if he's been teased mercilessly for beyond an hour, even when his master refuses to let him cum, working him up only to deny him, he still loves it. Even when master leaves him with the remnants of their play, working him up and teasing him relentlessly during a session but setting parameters for after it, telling him that he's not allowed to touch himself for the rest of the week, that he'll be stuck constantly horny and aching to reach down and relieve himself, but he won't be able to, he still ends the scene content, no matter how much he complains afterward.

He still loves it, no matter what, being a mindless slut, doing anything, anything his master asks of him, he'll obey. He's master's good little slave.

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Even when they lack the luxury of time nor privacy, his master will always find a way to leave him squirming by sending him under all at once.

If Hongjoong decides on a whim that he'd like to force him under, then he'll say "drop" quietly, a question for Seonghwa, whether he feels comfortable in this situation or not. If the answer is yes, then he'll say it louder, and Seonghwa will fall into his mind.

If they've agreed earlier, it's more sudden. One moment he's present, listening to the members bicker endlessly about one thing or another, and suddenly, he hears Hongjoong's voice cutting through all of them, that simple word, a demand. Then he's floating. Arousal flooding his body like a current threatening to sweep him off his feet. His master will find ways to use some of their more casual trigger phrases while he talks, and Seonghwa will shiver as he's pushed further and further down with each one.

When he gets a little too dumb, too spaced out to focus on anything more than his need for his master, someone will notice and Hongjoong will dismiss it. Only briefly giving them the time of the day to them that Seonghwa's been a little out of it recently, that he has a headache.

But then when the conversation picks up again, he'll murmur one in his ear, and his body will tremble and shake with need as another current hits him.

When his master feels particularly bold, he'll grab him and whisper to him, "stay completely silent, don't give us away," and Seonghwa will nod obediently before his head is pushed into master's chest and he hears another demand, "cum."

He's obedient, like he always is. He can never disobey his master. So even as he cums in his pants, no concept of humiliation when he's this deep under, he stays silent. He grips his masters pants as his mouth parts open but he doesn't gasp or moan, he doesn't tremble or shake.

But it's so good he feels like he might pass out.

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Their trigger phrases come up in normal conversation quite frequently, especially with their jobs centering around music, frequnelty the word drop will be spoken but in reference to a band releasing new music.

The others say it with no knowledge of their play, and it's fine because Seonghwa pays them no mind. They aren't important.

They aren't his master, they can't control him like Hongjoong can. They would never be able to, nor would he let them have him like this, completely open for them. Nevermind the fact that they'd tease him relentlessly if they knew he liked being controlled like this.

Seonghwa loves when they speak a trigger phrase, and he'll lock eyes with Hongjoong as he grins, cocking an eyebrow at him because it's their dirty little secret, what that word means to them.

Whenever Hongjoong speaks a trigger phrase, though he's careful to tiptoe around them, he'll pull Seonghwa out immediately, whether inconspicuously or not. His safety and comfortability always come number one for Hongjoong, even if it means interrupting his train of thought with a random phrase that doesn't make sense, just so that Seonghwa isn't stuck with a quickly hardening cock, his brain going a little absent but not fully.

Hongjoong may be a great master, but he's a great boyfriend first and they both know it. Seonghwa would never have let him hypnotize him if he wasn't. Hongjoong will pull him up from a drop and hold him for those first few moments after an intense one, where he's left a little confused and out of his element, the idea of making decisions for himself too overwhelming and his emotions running so high he might cry.

Hongjoong will hug him and he'll tell him that he did a great job, smiling as he presses fluttering kisses to Seonghwa's skin and tells him that he's so proud, that he's so good, so perfect, so beautiful and pretty. He reassures him that he did a good job, and Seonghwa will shiver from the praise.

Hongjoong will carry him to their bathroom and have him stand while he begins to run a bath, asking Seonghwa small questions to remind him that he's actually to express his opinions now, but when he shakes his head, asks Hongjoong to pick for him again because he doesn't want to quite yet, he will.

After, Hongjoong will give him cuddles in bed while he's still a bit floaty from all his submission and they'll fall asleep in each others arms.

Seonghwa loves their scenes, he loves the hypnosis, he loves his master, but more than anything he loves his boyfriend, Hongjoong.

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yukittywrites · 2 years

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Drunken Admissions

Pairing~ Seonghwa x Hongjoong, sub seonghwa and dom hongjoong

warnings~ mentions of drinking (but characters are only tipsy), choking kinks and hand kinks, fetishes, sir used once.

If you asked Hongjoong what he would be doing on the night that he and Seonghwa got drunk together, he would not be saying this. He would've laughed in your face if you told him that Park Seonghwa, the same one who wears thick eyeliner and goth attire would be pinned up under him. Yet, here they were.

They weren't drinking too much. Soju can get you fucked up with just one bottle, so they were drinking very slowly. When it happened, the both of them were only just drunk enough to have loose lips. But you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.

He reached out to grab his soju bottle and Seonghwa looked at him. "You know, your hands are really hot."

The sudden admission startled Hongjng, and right as he was responding "Thank you?", Seonghwa spoke.

"They're really veiny, you should wrap them around my throat." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to get flustered by his own words, quickly averting his eyes and mumbling "Sorry, you weren't supposed to hear that...my brain to mouth filter is fucked right now."

And Hongjoong was just drunk enough to cast his own inhibitions aside, because in his mind all he could imagine was wrapping his hands around Seonghwa's throat and squeezing.

How would Seonghwa moan up under his touch? Would he whimper, or beg for Hongjoong to fuck him? He's found the idea of being a dominant hot for a while, but he would've never pegged Seonghwa for a sub. If anything, all the rumours of him having an oppa kink would make him think that Seonghwa was a dom.

He flexed his hand and looked at Seonghwa with a smirk. "You think they're hot?"

"Well I thought that me accidentally saying I'd let you choke me kinda proved that point—" Seonghwa says, still avoiding eye contact with him. Hongjoong doesn't even recognize that he's moved until he's straddling Seonghwa's lap, looking down at Seonghwa's face and his wide, shocked, eyes.

"Well, tell me Hwa, do you think I'm hot?" he whispers. Seonghwa gulps. "Y-Yeah?" Seonghwa poses it like a question, and he laughs.

"Oh, you're cute. I wouldn't think you'd be into being choked. Wouldn't you prefer wrapping your big hands around my neck? Or does that not get you off?" Hongjoong questions, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's neck and feeling the way he shudders.

"N-No. I w-wouldn't want to choke you...it doesn't make me feel anything."

"So you get horny when you think of me choking you? You've gotten off to it before? You're such a pervert, Hwa."

"N-No, I'm not." Seonghwa stutters, his face a dusted bright red.

"So you don't fantasize about me choking you? My veiny hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing until you can no longer breathe, making you all light headed?"

He can feel Seonghwa's cock twitch through his jeans, the soft moan that he lets out at the mental image only confirming the truth. "Hwa, you're so dirty. You have a hand kink and a choking fetish?"

"I-It's not a fetish!" Seonghwa protests.

"Oh? It's not?" he cocks his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow. "Then I'm sure it wouldn't turn you on that much if I did it?" he says, running his hand up Seonghwa's torso until he places a thumb right into the spot directly above Seonghwa's sternum and presses, hard.

Seonghwa's eyes fall closed, his hips rolling up to meet Hongjoong's and a loud whimper falling from his lips.

"I haven't even choked you yet, you poor thing. I'm sure you could cum just from choking. I probably wouldn't even have to touch your pathetic cock before you burst." Seonghwa moans again, loudly, his hips rolling up again.

"Please" he gasps. Hongjoong laughs cruelly. "Please what? You'll have to do better than that, doll."

"Please, please choke me!" Seonghwa begs, his head falling back further, leaving Hongjoong with full access to his neck. And Hongjoong does. He wraps his hand around Seonghwa's throat and slowly applies pressure, not even shocked when a breathless moan leaves Seonghwa, his whole body shivering in pleasure as his eyes roll back. Hongjoong feels how Seonghwa's cock jerks against him as the air deprivation gets to him, and when he removes his hand, Seonghwa gasps in inhales, looking thoroughly wrecked, despite still being clothed and his cock not being stimulated at all.

"Please. I'm so close." Seonghwa sobs, tears slowly starting to leak from his eyes.

"Oh sweetheart, if I make you cum right now, then we aren't stopping until I receive my pleasure too. Even if that means you're sobbing and twitching by the time I finish." Hongjoong says, his hand still resting against Seonghwa's throat, his eyes lidded, aroused.

"Yes, Yes. Use me however you want, just please let me cum, sir." Seonghwa begs. Hongjoong personally sees, between how his head spun with the shock of enjoying being called sir, how Seonghwa's eyes glazed over.

How his head must've gone dumb with pleasure as he slips into subspace.

He's going to absolutely ruin Park Seonghwa.

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yukittywrites · 2 years

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Veins and Hands~

Pairing~ Seonghwa x Hongjoong, sub seonghwa, dom hongjoong

Word Count~ 1,276

Warnings~ masturbation, choking kink, hand kink, vein kink

Veins.....just veins.

Yeah, maybe his obsession is getting out of hand. As in, his obsession over Hongjoong's hands.

When Hongjoong told him that he was planning to start going to the gym more, he told him to go for it and get the body that he wanted. In hindsight, he should've lied and told Hongjoong that it was a bad idea. Because it was definitely bad for him and his crush on Hongjoong. He definitely had not connected the dots that his preference for bad boys would completely wreck his life as he watched Hongjoong's body get buffer before his eyes.

Now all he can think about is Hongjoong using his new strength to fuck him up against every wall in their dorm. He's obsessing to the point that Yeosang (who knew about his crush) pulled him aside to tell him "Dear god, please stop eye fucking him, you're being too obvious."

That was really embarrassing, but unfortunately, did not stop him. He gave a valiant effort, but then he ran into Hongjoong exercising in the dorm because the gym was closed and he saw Hongjoong shirtless. The nice abs weren't even the main thing that made him...horny. It was Hongjoong's hands.

They're still small, but watching Hongjoong exercising, his small hands holding up a weight, the black nail polish on his perfectly manicured nails, and the veins protruding from his workout running through his hands and arms.

Fuck.

He's always seen Hongjoong as attractive, but not like this. He wants Hongjoong to absolutely obliterate him. He wants him to wrap those sexy hands around his throat, around his waist. He wants them to jack him off and make him cum, he wants those fingers inside of him and fucking him, holding him up, pinching his nipples. He wants them all over him.

"Hey, Hwa!" Hongjoong gasps, and that draws him out of his thoughts, his face turning redder than it already is.

Hongjoong is panting and sweating with his chest heaving in breaths. God...he's not going to survive.

"H-Hey...I just came to get something to eat!" he lies, rushing out of the living room and to the kitchen. Fuck, had Hongjoong seen him staring? He glances down at his pants. The sweatpants he's wearing aren't doing a whole lot to hide the glaring problem in his pants. He needs to pray that Hongjoong is just oblivious, so he didn't see just how down bad he is for him.

He grabs the first thing he sees in the fridge, which happens to be a bottle of soy sauce, but he takes it and leaves, breezing past Hongjoong at a speed that could be considered running just so he doesn't have to face him again.

Then, promptly runs into Yeosang again.

"Where are you going?" Yeosang wheezes, steadying him and staring into his dilated eyes.

"I-I've gotta go shower!" he stutters, backing off and moving towards his room.

"Showering in the middle of the day with a bottle of soy sauce?"

"Y-Yeah?" he says, but it sounds like a question. When he turns back around to face Yeosang he hears him choke on his spit and then a "Shower, my ass."

Yeah, he must be really hard, if it was that noticeable. He knows he is hard, because he's so horny he can barely think. He grabs a change of clothes and sets the bottle of soy sauce on the nightstand, entering the shower and sighing with relief. Alone.

The hot water against his skin only makes the fog in his mind worse. His whole body trembles against the shower wall as he tries to make sure his legs don't give out underneath him. Taemin's solo music plays in the background, sexy songs that Seonghwa can't even discern in his haze. He hasn't been this worked up since he was a hormonal teenager getting off on idols he didn't know.

But none of those idols are in his mind right now. Instead he sees a very familiar face when he screws his eyes shut. His roommate, Hongjoong. He does try to ignore the images and pretend like they don't exist. His little crush doesn't need to get out of hand by...masturbating to him...he's already doing it because of him.

Yet, the closer he gets to his release and the shakier his legs get, the harder it is. Hongjoong's fit body starts to come to mind, his pretty lips and memories of him jokingly running his hands through his hair and winking like a fuckboy play on repeat through his mind.

His hand moves faster on his cock. He's so close.

Hongjoong's veiny hands trailing down his body, his black nails digging into his slit and teasing his head. Hongjoong's short fingers being stuffed into his mouth. Hongjoong's hands tugging at his balls and pressing against his hole.

"Fuck! Hongjoong~" he moans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he rapidly fists his dick as white ropes of cum shoot from his cock. His hand gripping the shower railing is the only thing keeping him from falling onto the floor as aftershocks of one of the best orgasms he's ever had hits him. Then the shame does, as he frantically cleans away all of the evidence of what he's done.

He shouldn't've moaned Hongjoong's name that loud. He shouldn't've been thinking of him at all, yet he came imagining Hongjoong's hands on him. Yeosang is right...this is getting out of hand. He puts back on his clothes, takes a deep breath and prays not to run into Hongjoong when he reenters the bedroom.

He does.

Hongjoong is sitting on the bed, on his phone. Probably waiting to get in the shower after his workout. "S-s-sorry, I didn't mean to hog the bathroom." he apologizes, cringing at how flustered his voice sounds.

"Did you have fun?" Hongjoong asks instead, locking his phone.

"I-I'm sorry? What?"

"Cute, but don't play dumb with me Seonghwa, I heard you moan my name."

"M-maybe you misheard me?" he replies, slowly backing up as Hongjoong begins to crowd his space.

"Oh, I'm sure there are a lot of words that sound exactly like 'fuck, Hongjoong!' But, do you want to know something? I think about you too, Seonghwa, I think about you all the time. I imagine you falling apart up under me and crying in pleasure. I imagine you screaming my name in pleasure." Hongjoong whispers in his ear, and he trembles.

"J-Joongie" he whimpers.

"Just tell me if you want me Hwa, and you can have me. You can have me almost any way you'd like. I'll fuck you until you scream if you want. All you have to do is beg."

Seonghwa gasps when one of Hongjoong's hands brushes against his still sensitive, yet hardening cock.

"Please, finger me, choke me. I want your hands everywhere, all over me. They're so hot, you're so hot." he begs, moaning softly.

"Oh, Hwa, is that what you were thinking of the whole time you were in the shower? Did you cum imagining my hands?" Hongjoong says, clearly mocking and pitying, yet Seonghwa can't bring himself to care, desperately moaning "Yes, yes! Please, Joong!"

"Oh, don't worry, Hwa. I'll make you cum so many times with my hands that you'll scream, and then I'll fuck you absolutely stupid and cockdumb." Hongjoong grins, cupping his cock and slowly palming him.

Seonghwa's head falls back as he moans loudly, and Hongjoong's fingers are stuffed in his mouth to keep him quiet, only making him moan more.

"Sweetheart...I'm going to ruin you." Hongjoong grins, flipping him around and slamming him onto the bed.

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yukittywrites · 2 years

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Classroom Fun~

Pairing~ Seonghwa x San, sub! seonghwa, dom! san

Word Count~ 2.8k

Warnings~ vibrators, exhibitionism, language kink, degradation (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch, etc.), brief sexting, dirty talk, master kink.

Seonghwa is the college's high level literature professor who everyone squeals over and is definitely topping the list of all of his students' hottest teachers. Mainly because he's only 25, not that much older than a lot of them and he's really fucking hot. He shows up to class in button ups tucked into skinny jeans with piercings and a lot of necklaces (sometimes even chokers).

The first day of class he sat in his chair and crossed his legs, staring at all of them with a bright smile and instantly had them all falling at his feet, not that it was ever really his intention. His looks and dress however, don't discount the fact that Seonghwa is also very smart. His native language isn't even Korean. His first language is English, and in school in America he became semi-fluent in French while he learned Korean. His parents wanted him to be fully fluent in English before they taught him Korean so he only began learning in his freshman year of highschool.

When he turned 18 he moved to Korea and pursued teaching in literature of all things. He's good at his job too, even though Korean is not his first language. He tends to read the books that his students read in English first to get an understanding of it and then read the Korean original. He's mostly fucked, unfortunatley, when it comes to understanding old Hanja books. His solution to this is to mostly ignore them in his cirriculum, just not teaching them because they're mostly pointless—don't tell his studen'ts he said that—

That being said, Seonghwa is almost so good at Korean that you can't tell he's not from Korea. The first day one of the students asked him "Are you from Seoul? You have a dialect that I can't place but it's not Satoori."

They'd been pretty floored when he told them. Sometimes—more times then he'd like to admit—he forgets basic words in Korean and has to explain what he's trying to say before a student can remind him of the word he's thinking of, or he googles it (one time he had to google what the word 'bird' was in Korean.) Other times his pronunciation is way off, some words he just can't say, and his students correct him.

They talk mostly casually in the classroom, and he's gotten a good reputation for being a laid back but good teacher who's very nice.

Well he's very nice to everyone but Choi San, who he's notorious for being very snippy with, if not downright rude and bitchy. Of course the students know that teachers sometimes don't get along, but normally they don't outright showcase that, those rivalries tend to stay behind closed doors.

It was quite literally the talk of the campus when Seonghwa hissed at San to "take your art books and get out".

Most people just believe that they can't stand each other (their theories are that they hate each other because they're in competition for the hottest "single" professor), but there's a small cult belief that the two have unresolved sexual tension and want to fuck each other. An even smaller percentage who believe that they're dating.

Technically all of them are wrong. They're actually married.

They met in college and bonded over wanting to become teachers and then started dating, they began teaching at the same college and it's pretty much history from there. They just don't wear their rings in school.

San loved how passionate and determined Seonghwa was to understand all of the things they were learning in class, even working double time to learn more than them.

Seonghwa loved how much San admired art, even pieces that just seemed like scribbles to him, and how he could go on for hours about every brushstroke in a painting, sculpture details and anything art related.

If their students actually paid a lot of attention, they'd see that they pulled up in the same car and went home at the same time. All the half-hearted glares must be convincing enough for the students who eat up their rivalry, so much so that they don't realize every time San enters Seonghwa's classroom he stares at his ass and sometimes Seonghwa stares at San's broad chest. There was also that one time San walked behind him and squeezed his ass, almost making him moan and cutting it dangerously close to being very inappropriate for a school setting.

Even mentioning that, is irrelevant when faced with the challenge San faced him with today. In the morning San was scarily insatiable, not just fucking Seonghwa's mouth, but also his ass, and then proposing the "fun activity" he had. The aforementioned fun activity had been putting a new buttplug in him to wear to work.

That's fine, they've done that before. Seonghwa always feels a little dirty teaching students about motifs when he's got a plug in him, stimulating him slightly and giving him pleasure, but he loves a little exhibitionism and the thrill that comes with it. He was already a little worked up just sitting in the car, but when San was driving he suddenly tapped a button on his smartwatch and the plug he had started vibrating.

Seonghwa was caught so off guard that he moaned rather loudly, his knee jerking and knocking into the dashboard.

"That- That's not a plug!" he gasped, and San simply grinned.

"Technically, it is plugging you—"

"Sannie!" he whined.

"Jagiya~" San mocked, tapping his watch again and grinning when Seonghwa whimpered.

"Aw, Hwa, you have to be quieter if you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your students."

"S-Sannie, you can't keep a vibrator in me while I'm teaching, we're at school!"

San simply grinned, "Well, then you better keep quiet darling." San luckily didn't turn it on for the beginning of class, allowing him to begin the lecture without being tortured, instead forcing him to simmer with anxious arousal. About 30 minutes later he felt the vibration come on, luckily enough he sunk his teeth into his lips just before San turned it on.

The first class went okay, he stuttered a few times. The vibrations weren't high enough to make him cum and San would never actually risk him cumming in class— neither of them particularly want to lose their jobs—so it was tolerable.

Second class was when his leg began twitching, the feeling of the vibrator making his leg quiver as he bit back gasps and moans. He sighed in relief when San decided to grace him with a break, turning the vibrator off. After handing out the assignment for the day and sitting down at his desk he saw his phone and glanced at it, opening the messages from San.

I'll give you a little break :) You're lucky I'm not in a dommy mood Oh ho, this student is testing me. I might take it out on you.

The last one is from only minutes ago and the messages send tingles down his spine, just thinking about San in a dom mood is enough to get him worked up. As if the gods graced him once again, that's when the vibrator started up again, not catching him off-guard. The bell rang and the students left, smiling and waving goodbye at him.

Third class is when it gets bad. San has turned the vibrator up a setting higher and he's trying really hard not to get hard in his pants. His mind slowly starts to zone out a bit, arousal clouding his mind as he gets further into the day. He starts stuttering midway through class. By the end of class he starts to forget some of his words, which is only making him annoyed as he has to rephrase his sentences. Now he's pissed and horny, his face would definitely be noticeably red if he hadn't put on foundation this morning.

Fourth class is literal torture. He stands with his legs in ballerina position only so he can clench them together and his hand is gripping the edge of the smartboard so hard that his knuckles are going white. He's losing his words at a startling speed, closing his eyes as he tries to remember the word he's missing and trying not to get lost in the sensation of the vibrator. His stutter gets worse and his pronunciation gets poorer, teetering on the edge of sounding like someone who sounds like they just started speaking, though with the vocabulary of a 13 year old he has right now it fits pretty well. His legs feel shaky as he gives out the assignment and setting back down at his desk he bounces his leg to try to shake off some of the energy coursing through his veins. Class feels like it's passing at a torturous speed as he attempts to grade papers, luckily reading is easier than speaking.

San and his lunch blocks don't match up, but Seonghwa's grateful that at the bell he turns off the vibrator so he doesn't choke on his food. He can feel his hard cock through his jeans, and his hand is right there, he could easily just reach down and grab it, after hours of the vibrator in him going it'd feel so good to reach his release, he'd skip lunch just to do it—

A quiet buzz. He grabs his phone.

I know that you want to touch. Don't. Good boys don't cum without permission or touch themselves without their master.

Oh god, how did he know? The words have Seonghwa whimpering into his hand. San said he wasn't in a domming mood.

You're going to be good for me, got it? Students are pissing me off and if you disobey me, master is going to be VERY angry when we get home.

Oh, Seonghwa loves when San gets like this, when someone makes him angry and he takes it out on him. It's so hot to be thrown around like a personal fuck-toy. He stabs salad on his fork and stuffs it into his mouth, trying to ignore the messages in his phone and how his cock is even harder in his pants.

Fifth block is thankfully the last one, which is great because Seonghwa thinks he'd be damn near incoherent by the time he got to the end of sixth block. He's barely holding on right now, the vibrator inside him feels good and it's getting hard to think clearly when his mind is clouded deeply by arousal. Hell, his lecture is probably god awful by this point.

"A-as you can s-see, the changes in the diction s-show the difference between the...uh...uh...upper class and lower class. W-Why do you think the author chose this...choice?"

Wow, great job staying coherent Seonghwa. Chose this choice? Really? His students don't even answer the question, staring at him with wide eyes and he wonders if it's because they don't understand the topic or his lecture is so awful they're lost.

"Seonghwa? Are you feeling alright? Your accent is really thick so I'm having trouble understanding some of what you're saying and you're forgetting a lot of Korean." a student says, eyeing him suspiciously. Oh god, do they think he's drunk right now? That's not good at all. "Y-yeah, I'm just having a lot of t-trouble focusing today. I'm just going to give you the...the paper...for today. If you have any questions you can ask me, I-I'll pick up the lecture t-tomorrow." he stutters, his shaking hands filing through the papers as he walks to the front row on his wobbly legs. Now he's really grateful for putting on extra makeup.

He jerks as he sits down at his desk, the vibrator pressing further on his prostate and the vibrations feeling more intense. He works through an impressive length of one paragraph before his thoughts drift again. Only until the end of this class and then San will come in the room, and he'll get to go home where San can take out all his frustration on him and fuck him until he really does go incoherent. God, San's cock is so thick and big, it fills him up so well, better than the vibrator does. Or maybe San could take him right on his desk, make him scream and make all the teachers hear how well his master fills him—

Oh no, that's dangerous territory. He resists the urge to groan and slump on his desk, instead he clicks off the paper he was grading (he barely was grading it) and turns on a youtube video instead, putting in one earbud and hoping he can get distracted enough by it that he doesn't lose himself in thoughts of sexual pleasure again. He could cry in relief when the bell rings, his students wishing him to have a good weekend and he nods back at them, not trusting himself to speak back. Only a few more minutes, he thinks, closing his computer.

"S-Seonghwa? If you don't mind and have some time can I ask you a question?" it's Yeosang, one of his favourite students. Though he's definitely not right now. Seonghwa resists the urge to curse at him to get the fuck out, just because he's so done with the work day.

"S-sure, what do you need? I-Is it about the a-a-assignment?"

"No, I'm having some trouble understanding the book we're reading, as a non-native speaker do you have any recommendations for places I can see simplified versions of the books we read?" Seonghwa nods, clenching his thighs together.

"Y-Yeah, there are some good ones on t-the—Oh Merde!—I'm s-sorry, I'll j-just uh...email them to you w-when I get h-home okay?"

Yeosang nods, his brows furrowed as he walks off confused. Seonghwa's face burns with humiliation as his student leaves the classroom, his hips bucking up uncontrollably as he covers his mouth with his hand. Oh god, it's so good, holy shit he's gonna cum if San doesn't turn the toy down again. San must've thought everyone had already left when he turned it up full-speed. It's been so long since he slipped into French. But he's grateful he didn't swear in a language Yeosang could understand, or heaven forbid, moan in front of him.

But he's so aroused, he feels so good. God, if San and his monster cock doesn't get here right now he's going to cum in his pants, in his classroom.

"haah~" he moans, his head falling back against the chair, gripping the arm rest. He can't control it, oh fuck, he's so close. He'll cum without permission. He wants to, he wants to cum so bad. He'll be so bad for master, let him be angry, fuck him until he screams for misbehaving and he'll take it all like the whore he is—

"You're being a slut. Stop it. You're such a pathetic whore." San says, and the vibrator turns off. He hadn't even realized San entered his classroom.

"O-Oh! Oh master, master please, please, s-so good- so close. I need you- need you to make me cum—" he babbles.

"I can't understand you, whore, I don't speak English." San spits, venomously, and Seonghwa cries out again in desperation, moaning at San.

"You stupid bitch, I thought as a lit teacher you'd be able to speak, but you're just a dumb slut. I haven't even touched you yet, a little toy has you begging like a bitch in heat." "Hnng~ master please, please turn it back on make me c-cum like a dirty slut...I c-c-c" Seonghwa moans, getting louder when San walks up to him and grips his hair, tugging it and pulling his head to look up at him.

"You whore, the only thing you can say is filthy things now? You can't even remember half my language but you can beg for a toy to fill you when I'm right in front of you? You'd rather satisfy yourself with a toy then with master's cock? And you were so ready to cum without me even here, you're being very bad for master." San growls, gripping his hair with one hand a pinching one of his clothed nipples with the other. Seonghwa cries in response.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry master, not trying to be bad. Wanna be good for you, just for you!"

"If you want to be good, then you'll stop grinding all over your chair like a whore and get up to go to the car." San scoffs, letting go of Seonghwa's hair and walking out of his class.

His knees practically buckle as he stands up, scrambling to rush out the door, fumbling with his keys to lock the door and completely ignoring the fact that he left half his belongings at his desk. He just wants his master, wants him to fuck him stupid and make him cum until he can't feel his legs, can't speak and can only scream out of pleasure as the overstimulation makes him forget anything he knows, French, Korean, English, all of it. Only his master, only San.

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