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Seonghwa distinctly remembers the first time it happened.
It being the pivotal shift in his dynamic with the captain, the moment something deep and carnal had awoken inside him. The first moment he’d referred to him as mommy.
It was during an interview, and while Hongjoong hadn’t necessarily called him that directly, the insinuation was most definitely enough to have Seonghwa feel a foreign tug in his gut at the words he’d never necessarily felt before. He’s always had some sort of pull to the captain, perhaps the fact that he was so stoic made Seonghwa desperately crave his approval, but he’d never let himself marinate in the fantasies. Never put a name to the feelings.
So when Hongjoong referred to them as the parents of the group, it was easy for Seonghwa to cross the line he’d subconsciously made for himself.
“Some fans say that you and Seonghwa are the two that take care of the members the most, as the oldest,” The interviewer reads from the cue card, most of the members nodding their heads in their agreement.
“Yep,” Hongjoong laughs charmingly when the fans begin their screaming at the confirmation.
Wooyoung pipes in from beside him with a youthful smile, poking his elbow into Hongjoong’s side in jest. “You’re like our parents.”
The interviewer hums in interest, urging Hongjoong to elaborate and explain.
“Yeah! I guess you could say I’m the father and he’s the mother of the group,” Seonghwa’s cheeks flush at the captain's words, coughing into his fist when the crowd begins to shriek at his shy expression. Hongjoong reaches his fingertips up to smooth over Seonghwa’s black velvet suit, almost fondly.
“He’s much more motherly I’d say.”
Seonghwa isn’t proud of how intensely that notion affected him from that day forward. He wasn’t proud of how awkward he’d become around the captain, and he sure wasn’t proud of how at any moment he found himself alone after that day- granted it wasn’t as often as it could be- he’d stroke himself to completion at the thought of the name leaving the captain.
He’d be taking that one to the grave.
It wasn’t the only time he was referred to as such either, not nearly.
The members had also taken a liking to the nickname, and while at first he thought it was wholesome that the youngest kids would come to him with every problem they had because Seonghwa was simply ‘ their mom away from home,’ it wasn’t long before it turned into something far more troublesome for the oldest.
“Hongjoong, can I have the last strawberry milk?” Wooyoung asks sweetly, in an attempt to butter up the captain in that cute way he knew best. He leans over the back of the couch to peek at Hongjoong’s fingers diligently working across the keyboard of his Macbook.
Hongjoong sighs, rolling his neck to soothe the sore muscles with a few sickening cracks.
“Ask mom, it’s his.” Hongjoong throws back, distracted.
Seonghwa’s hands freeze against the half diced beef on the cutting board, and his head whips over to the two figures in the living room, within eyesight of the kitchen with a bewildered expression. Had he just heard that right?
Wooyoung sucks his teeth, looking over to the tall, aproned man standing at the kitchen island. Wooyoung flashes his big, pleading puppy dog eyes at Seonghwa
“Please, mommy?”
Seonghwa chokes on a breath when he sees Hongjoong’s lips quirk into an amused smirk at the usage of the name. Seonghwa clears his throat.
“Fine, I guess. Just don’t spoil your appetite, I’m making dinner.”
Wooyoung practically sprints to the fridge to swipe the last carton of strawberry milk with a giddy grin, and as he’s ducked down out of eyesight to shuffle through the refrigerator, Hongjoong turns his head to meet Seonghwa’s own wide ones.
Hongjoong’s drowsy eyes flick down to the blush hued, lace trimmed apron tied tightly around Seonghwa’s sinewy waist, then his smooth boxer clad legs, and then back to his laptop like he hadn’t just been borderline eyeing the oldest up.
Seonghwa’s heart rate starts to pick up, now feeling eerily exposed in his own home, and he returns to chopping the beef with dangerously trembling hands, much for fervently this time.
“Thanks mama,” Wooyoung jokes as he slams the fridge shut, throwing his arms around Seonghwa’s waist to squeeze before ripping open the milk carton and shuffling his slipper-covered feet back to his bedroom.
It leaves just Seonghwa and Hongjoong respectively. Seonghwa tries his best to ignore the stifling presence typing away on the laptop keyboard, but it gradually grows far too overwhelming and he ends up slicing the tip of the knife into the pad of his index finger with the arousal causing his hands to tremble.
“Fuck!” He hisses to himself, dropping the knife with a metallic clang, cradling his sore finger to his chest. The commotion seems to alert Hongjoong, who ceases his typing in favour of making sure the older man is alright.
Seonghwa pulls the injured hand away from his chest, and he sees the crimson beads of blood pooling at the surface before spilling over, droplets splattering onto the wooden cutting board.
He feels Hongjoong at his side a moment later, who reaches for Seonghwa’s wrist to bring the wounded digit within his line of vision.
“What happened?” He questions quietly.
Just as Seonghwa is about to respond, the explanation dies in his throat as Hongjoong surges forward and captures the digit between his lips , laving a soothing tongue over the cut.
Seonghwa’s cheeks light instantaneously with a flush, and his stomach lurches in that telltale way from the interview. At first he very nearly yanks his hand free from the grip, considering was just slicing raw beef, it was entirely unsanitary, but he finds that he’s unable to do so when Hongjoong looks…this good. He winces when Hongjoong’s tongue digs particularly roughly into the tender flesh, swiping every ounce of blood from the gash, and Hongjoong raises his eyes to meet Seonghwa’s own wide ones.
He releases the hurt finger with a sick pop to gauge the depth of the wound, and Seonghwa has to fight the arousal from taking over his form with every fibre of his being. Despite being much taller than the younger boy, Seonghwa suddenly feels ridiculously overpowered.
“Gotta be more careful, Hwa.” Hongjoong chastises, and Seonghwa can see mirth swimming in the cunning man’s inky irises, he very nearly scoffs at Hongjoong’s gall.
Hongjoong drops Seonghwa’s wrist upon noticing the wound is only fairly shallow, looking down at the cutting board holding a few stray droplets of the crimson with a quirked brow.
“I don’t think the kids will appreciate their beef with a side of blood.”
Seonghwa narrows his eyes. “I’ll take care of it.”
Hongjoong smiles. “I know you will.” He says, and if Seonghwa didn’t know any better, he’d mistake the condescending tone for fondness. “Such a good mommy.”
Seonghwa would like to say he handled that situation well, but with his cashmere sweater tucked beneath his chin, his boxers yanked below his balls, and his fist flying over his hardened length, he’d have to say Hongjoong got the better of him. Again.
He comes with a choked gasp that sounds eerily similar to the consonants of the captain's name, painting the planes of his abs with hot ropes of semen and then he slumps against the bathroom door, spent, chest heaving with exertion. The shame floods his gut almost instantaneously.
Seonghwa cleans himself up as quickly as he can, disposing of the tissues in the trash can, soaping up his shaky hands beneath the faucet, and slipping out of the bathroom as inconspicuous as he can manage. When he joins the rest of the members at the table, he does his best to smile brightly at the members enjoying the finished dinner.
A chorus of ‘thank you momma Hwa!’ fills the dining room, and Seonghwa actively avoids Hongjoong’s eye for the entirety of the meal; he misses the way Hongjoong gazes at him over the rim of his cup the entire night, wholly aware of the glow to the eldest member’s cheeks that wasn’t there before.
The next time it happens, Seonghwa is caught entirely off guard.
They’re at the grocery store of all places, ridiculously unsexy yet Seonghwa has to sneak off to the restroom not even twenty minutes into their shopping to take care of himself.
Hongjoong had accompanied him alone this time around, none of the other members feeling up to shopping on their day off. Seonghwa curses those asshole’s right about now.
“We need avocado’s. Could you pick out a few?” Seonghwa mutters to Hongjoong, bagging a handful of lemons and placing them onto the metal scale to print a label.
“Mm.” Hongjoong agrees, walking off quietly to fetch the avocados.
Seonghwa pushes the cart down the aisle after slapping the barcode label onto the baggie of lemons, eyes glancing at the written list in his hand every few moments.
A shrieked giggle snaps him from the monotony of plucking produce from their crates, and when he whips his head in the direction of the noise, he finds a child and her mother giggling together fondly.
He feels his heart tug at the sight, and a small smile graces his lips.
He watches the interaction for a few moments with adoration, zoning out entirely and he nearly jumps from his skin when the rustling of a plastic bag sounds from directly near him a bit later.
“Here, their avocado’s suck so I did the best I could.”
Seonghwa breathes out at being startled, turning to take the bagged fruit from Hongjoong’s grip.
“Thank you.”
He turns to toss the fruit in along with the rest of the produce, and Hongjoong clears his throat from beside him.
“You want one?”
Seonghwa turns his head back to him in confusion, wrapping his hands around the metal handle of the cart.
“Want what?”
Hongjoong smirks. “A baby.”
Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrow and his lips part in surprise, looking back to the spot where the child and mother were previously, only to see them no longer there.
“What?”
Hongjoong shrugs when Seonghwa’s eyes meet his own.
“I’d make you one if you asked.” A moment of shocked silence. “You’d make the best mommy.”
Seonghwa stills, frozen, and his eyes dart over Hongjoong’s smug expression. He feels his stomach tug once more, and briefly he panics. The fuck does that mean? He’d… make him a baby? Did that mean…
Seriousy? In a grocery store?
“I- I don’t-“ Seonghwa hisses, embarrassed.
Hongjoong snickers at Seonghwa’s expression, turning to toy with the lemons like he didn’t just insinuate he’d impregnate Seonghwa at the given chance, considering it were even possible.
The eldest growls, shoving the written list against Hongjoong’s chest.
“Here, make yourself useful. I’m going to the restroom.” He mutters, annoyed and practically burning up.
“Behave.” He throws over his shoulder.
Seonghwa practically throws open the restroom stall in his haste, slamming it shut behind him to shove a fist below the waistband of his joggers. He’s so thankful it’s still relatively early in the morning, the store is mostly empty and thus he’s alone in the bathroom to lose himself in the hastened pleasure.
He’s unsure how much longer he can take this torture. It’d started off innocently and tame enough, but now he’s convinced the man is doing this on purpose, he had to be.
He comes with a muffled scream against his bitten fist, thoughts plagued with a certain captain fucking into him with the clear intention to breed him, flooding him with heat and claiming him as his own. Seonghwa throws his head back against the stall door with a groan as he comes down, flooding with that now well acquainted feeling of all encompassing shame. He’s so fucked.
“Feel better?” Hongjoong questions innocently when Seonghwa rejoins him with that signature flushed glow, and Seonghwa huffs impatiently, snatching the cart from Hongjoong’s hands and stomping down the aisle.
It’s been weeks since the initial interview, and Seonghwa can feel his patience thin dangerously. That, and he’s starting to chafe.
Hongjoong has gotten far too used to the nickname for Seonghwa’s comfort. He uses it every chance he gets to fuck with Seonghwa’s head, and the fucker knows it gets to the eldest. Despite sneaking off to the bathroom multiple times a day, Seonghwa only feels his dissatisfaction grow. He’s sore, cranky, and to only make matters worse, the other members have begun to notice something is off.
“You’re so uptight lately, Hwa.” Yunho comments, and Seonghwa curses the boy for being so observant.
“Is it the schedules? Maybe you should rest today, skip the gym.” San hums, worried. Bless his heart.
Seonghwa pours himself some of the cheap, ground-filled coffee in desperate hopes of ridding his under eyes of the god awful dark circles that have coincidentally taken home there. He hears footsteps pad their way onto the linoleum of the kitchen floor, and the members greet the leader with pleasantries, but Seonghwa only groans to himself.
“It’s okay, really. I need to tone up for the comeback anyway.” He shrugs, sipping the caffeine and sighing in relief that no one questions him further, too focused on their conversation with Hongjoong. He avoids Hongjoong entirely, mingling with the other members for just a few moments as to not seem too in a hurry to get out of there, and then he dismisses himself to his room to get ready for the gym.
He’s shoving a towel into a duffel bag when a fist raps against the door, and he freezes. He knows that knock, he ducks his head in defeat.
“Dammit…” He whispers, clearing his throat. “Yes?”
The door clicks open as Seonghwa is shoving a pair of gym shorts along with the towel, he doesn’t turn around to greet the object of his suffering, but he feels his presence nonetheless. He only stiffens when the door shuts and he’s left alone with him. He oddly feels…like prey.
“The boys are heading out to the gym, told me to tell you they’d meet you there.”
Seonghwa hums his confirmation, zipping the duffel bag shut with a tense sigh, and he hears the man shuffle on his feet behind him. He tenses when he speaks again.
“Something wrong, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa wants to scream, to throw the duffel bag at the demon and curse him all to hell but he only chuckles to himself in disbelief.
“Not at all, why?” Seonghwa responds, partly sarcastic although he tries his best to sound gentle. Like normal Seonghwa.
Hongjoong hums.
“You’re a lot more disciplined than I expected, it’s kind of disappointing.”
Seonghwa twirls around at the words, frowning. “What?”
Hongjoong shrugs, that goddamn smug look grating on Seonghwa’s nerves.
“You know what I mean.” He blinks. “Mommy.”
Seonghwa narrows his eyes at the shorter man, fists balling. “You fucker.”
Hongjoong chuckles. “God, it’s so fun to toy with you. You get so red.”
Seonghwa feels embarrassment flood his gut, and he vaguely feels some sort of hurt at Hongjoong confirming he was just fucking with him.
“Get out.”
Hongjoong pouts at that. “Come on, Hwa, you know I’m just joking.”
Seonghwa sighs, irritated. “That’s the problem, just leave. I don't wanna- do this right now.”
Hongjoong takes a few steps forward, and Seonghwa takes a step back on instinct.
“Aw…” Hongjoong whispers, eyes darting over Seonghwa’s features to take in the shyness of his eyes, the now familiar flush dusted overtop his cheekbones. He’s so cute.
“That’s not what I hear coming from the bathroom lately, what happened to ‘please Hongjoong, yes Hongjoong, right there Hongj-”
Seonghwa cuts him off with a growl. “Shut up- oh my god-” Seonghwa is mortified, and part of him is disgusted at himself upon realising he likes it. And Hongjoong simply chuckles, cooing at Seonghwa’s discomfort. Sadistic bastard.
“So is that why you started this whole… thing? To make fun of me?” Seonghwa hisses.
Hongjoong tilts his head. “Initially, no. But you made it pretty obvious that you got off on it.”
A shuddered breath leaves Seonghwa. “I don’t.”
Hongjoong scoffs out a laugh.
“Could have had me fooled, with the way you ran to the bathroom every time with your tail between your legs.”
“Stop.”
“It was so cute, you getting all hot and bothered.”
“Stop.”
“Cumming your pretty little brains out to the thought of m-“
“St-“
“Bet you’re hard right now, aren’t you?”
Seonghwa sobs, a pretty wrecked sound, because he is. He’s been hard for weeks, aching and he needed some sort of relief or something. No, not something. Someone. Hongjoong. Hongjoong got him into this mess, he’d get him out of it.
Seonghwa chest heaves and he swipes his hair off his forehead, lengthy and unkempt from their busy schedules. Fine, if Hongjoong wants to be that way.
“So fix it for me.” He mutters. But Hongjoong never gave him any leeway to have the upperhand, he wouldn’t start now.
Hongjoong’s lips twitch. “Ask nicely, maybe I will.”
Seonghwa takes a stuttered breath, he takes his chance.
“Want daddy to fix it for me.”
A beat of silence.
“Please.”
And then Seonghwa is backed into the wall, a knee parting his thighs and pressing against the growing, seemingly permanent bulge beneath his thin sleep pants. Hands find themselves everywhere, gripping and massaging any portion of flesh they can get their eager fingers on.
“God, been wanting you to break for so long.” Hongjoong whispers, leaning forward to capture the flesh of Seongwha’s throat between his teeth. It’s entirely too fast paced for Seonghwa, he was used to his lovers being ever so gentle and considerate of him but Hongjoong took what he wanted, Seonghwa finds the change of pace ridiculously welcome.
Seonghwa lets out a choked gasp when he feels teeth sink into the flesh of his pulse, licking and sucking bruises into the supple flesh of his neck and collarbone. His heart is practically thumping out of his chest, and his own fingers wind their way through Hongjoong’s soft tresses. They tighten into fists, yanking the hair at the root and Hongjoong growls in appreciation.
“You taste good.” He breathes against ivory flesh, kissing his way up the lengthy expanse of Seonghwa’s neck, over his jaw, until Seonghwa grows impatient and surges forward to connect their lips in a heated kiss. It’s all tongue, messy and nasty but Seonghwa finds himself grinding onto the knee propped between his thighs regardless. He humps his hips forward, tangling his tongue with Hongjoong’s own enthusiastic one.
Kissing Hongjoong is so much better than Seonghwa had expected, his lips were soft and the sheer lust could practically be tasted in every desperate lick. When Hongjoong sucks on Seonghwa’s tongue, he makes a pretty little broken sound in the back of his throat that makes Hongjoong’s hips surge forward, and oh.
A bulge presses against Seonghwa’s own, and Seonghwa breaks the kiss with a wet smack to peer down at their connected pelvises in awe. Seonghwa’s dick twitches at the sight of Hongjoong being equally as wrecked as him, perhaps the game had gotten to him as well, he can admit he feels a little proud.
“You’re so hard.” Seonghwa whispers. Hongjoong smirks at a particularly harsh grind that makes Seonghwa keen.
Their hips gyrate against one another, until Hongjoong impatiently flattens his palms against Seonghwa’s hipbones and shoves him backward so that he’s pinned against the wall, and then he’s practically fucking his hardened, clothed length against Seonghwa’s own.
Being unable to move, Seonghwa is simply forced to take the brutal and constant agonising pressure with broken, shocked wails. It felt so good, he felt like he could cry at the relief. It was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough all the same.
“Relax, mommy. Let me take care of you.” Hongjoong whispers, breath fanning over Seonghwa’s spit slicked lips. Seonghwa throws his head back at the name with a dull thunk that rattles his skull, letting Hongjoong use his body.
Hongjoong lets up slightly, opting for slower, more thorough rolls of his hips, keeping his eyes glued to the way Seonghwa’s mouth hangs open in that addicting, fucked out expression. His hands feel their way up, catching on the hem of Seonghwa’s buttoned nightshirt, and he shoves it upwards to expose Seonghwa’s chest to the cool bedroom air. His abs contract when blunt nails scratch their way over the divoted plains of his taut, alabaster flesh, appreciating the narrowness of his petite and toned waist. The skin is unmarred, perfectly blemish free, and Hongjoong distantly thinks that it just won’t do.
Seonghwa hisses when his pectorals are then grasped in harsh hands, and his hips stutter pathetically when his left nipple is enveloped in a sudden searing heat. Hongjoong’s tongue twists and flicks over the now hardening bud, sucking on the brown flesh until it’s perfectly puffy and pink with arousal.
Hongjoong breathes out over Seonghwa’s chest, licking a trail to his right nipple and giving it the same attention until both areolas are stiff and swollen, then he presses the flesh forward so that the plushness of his muscles create faux cleavage.
“Pretty tits.” Hongjoong groans, once again engulfing the sensitive buds into his awaiting mouth. He nibbles this time, and the spark of pleasure hits Seonghwa right in the gut.
Seonghwa wants to come, he wants it so bad. But he’s not entirely passionate about coming in his pants unenjoyably early like a teenager, so his hands press against Hongjoong’s covered abdomen and he pushes gently to cease the gyration of his hips.
“Bed. Bed.” Seonghwa gasps out.
Hongjoong takes a moment to register the request, and then once he understands, he pulls away from Seonghwa only for a second to yank his trembling body from the wall and shove him by the shoulders toward the bed.
The back of Seonghwa’s knees knock against the end of the bedframe, effectively tripping him until he’s bouncing off the mattress with an oof, back flat. And then Hongjoong is on him once again, shoving his body further up the bed with his hips against Seonghwa’s ass.
Seonghwa’s thighs find their way around Hongjoong’s waist and despite being taller, he’s made so incredibly small under the firm captain.
Hongjoong pulls back to unbutton Seonghwa’s shirt, and apparently he gets impatient halfway through, because Seonghwa then hears the sound of threads popping, ripped apart forcefully and buttons ricocheting off the nearby furniture. He gasps in shock, offended.
“Hongjoong you asshole this is Dior-“
Seonghwa’s eyebrows are furrowed with anger, but quickly his mouth drops open in a hiss when Hongjoong rolls his hardened length against his balls.
“Just- shut up and I'll buy you however many you want.” Hongjoong groans, thrusting his hands below the waistband of Seonghwa’s matching night pants, and tugging his lower body free of the offending material. He’ll make Hongjoong keep that promise.
Seonghwa helps Hongjoong shimmy the silk lined pant legs off, tossing them elsewhere, and then Hongjoongs palm splays over the prominent bulge Seonghwa’s cotton briefs fail to conceal.
“God-“ Seoghwa gasps when Hongjoong rolls his thumb over the concealed tip of his length, pressing against the leaking slit sadistically.
“So wet.”
Seonghwa keens, canting his hips upward wantonly.
“Need you so bad.”
Hongjoong leans back to remove his own shirt, he’s leaner than Seonghwa, but his arms are buffer and Seonghwa’s mouth waters at the sight.
He loses his pants next, leaning back onto his heels to shove the fabric down so his own bulge is exposed. Seonghwa’s never wanted to get fucked more in his life, and if Hongjoong doesn’t give him something soon he’s going to lose it.
“Touch me.” He demands.
Hongjoong huffs, amused. “That's not how you ask and you know it.”
Seonghwa whines, back arching off the mattress impatiently.
“Touch me, please.”
Hongjoong shakes his head in denial, very nearly removing his hands from Seonghwa altogether.
“Try again.”
Seonghwa groans. “Please touch me, please,” He gasps, tears prick at his eyes and he feels ridiculously pathetic, if not painfully, insufferably horny.
“Mommy needs daddy to fuck her, please, please fuck me.”
Hongjoong growls, leaning forward to practically wrench Seonghwa’s briefs off his hips, over his ass, exposing Seonghwa’s weeping cock to his blown out eyes. Seonghwa’s tip is an angry red, and there’s a pearly bead of pre-cum seeping from the slit in his arousal.
When Hongjoong leans down to lick the sticky substance free from Seonghwa’s tip, he’s entirely caught off guard and he practically screams at the scalding, silky pressure against the most sensitive part of him.
Hongjoong has to press his palms to Seonghwa’s hips once more to keep him still, pliant.
“You’re so squirmy. Stay still.” He orders, and Seonghwa does his best to not flood Hongjoong’s mouth with his climax right then.
Hongjoong’s tongue licks broad stripes over the veiny girth, ducking down to tongue at Seonghwa’s tightened balls to coat every inch with his drool.
“God- fuck, nng!” Seonghwa is embarrassingly loud, hot gasps leaving him when he peers down to see Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed on his flushed face.
His eyes well with tears when Hongjoong pulls away just an inch to see Seonghwa’s cock throb in agony, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive, deprived flesh. His tight mouth right there.
The captain then has the audacity to chuckle.
“You’re so fucking desperate.”
Seonghwa’s teeth clench so harshly he feels a dull ache in his jaw. “Please.”
Maybe Hongjoong has mercy on him, or maybe he’s just as equally wound up because he then finally, finally raises up to free his own length from his boxers. And Seonghwa’s mouth pathetically floods with drool at the sight.
While he’s not as thick as Seonghwa, he's definitely longer. He’s at least two inches longer than Seonghwa and his nerves buzz with unadulterated lust, he needs Hongjoong to spear him on his cock something terrible.
“Gonna fuck me with it, daddy? Or are you all bark no bite?”
Seonghwa gasps out. He himself is all bark no bite, but if it finally got him fucked, so be it.
Hongjoong smirks. “Lube?”
Seonghwa gestures to the drawer to the left of the bed, and Hongjoong leans forward to yank it open with a quirked brow.
“Easy access, you never know.” Seonghwa shrugs at the unusual look Hongjoong throws his way, wiggling impatiently.
When Hongjoong’s palms wrap around the small bottle, he leans back onto his heels, uncaps it, and drizzles a small amount onto his fingertips, spreading it between them.
“Turn over.” He commands, no room for argument, though Seonghwa would be crazy to deny himself the pleasure he was finally about to receive.
He eagerly rolls over onto his tummy, slightly jutting his hips backward to present his behind to the man.
When cold, nimble fingers find his entrance, he hisses slightly at the stark temperature difference. Hongjoong massages the viscous substance onto the pucker to warm it, and then he’s pressing the tip of his thumb forward to barely breach the right ring of muscle.
Seonghwa’s head falls forward into his forearms, clawing slightly at the white duvet with a shuddered gasp.
“So sensitive for me…” Hongjoong says with wonder, as the tight walls practically suck the knobby knuckle of his thumb in.
“Safeword?” He whispers, and Seonghwa peers over his shoulder at the man with furrowed brows.
“I-I don’t-”
Hongjoong understands, he’s never needed one. He smirks.
“Avocado, then.”
Seonghwa chuckles with a nod, and then he’s quickly choking on a pleasured gasp as Hongjoong yanks his thumb free only to replace it with his index and middle finger instead.
It’s a drastic difference in girth, and Seonghwa clambers to ground himself, as Hongjoong wastes no time fucking him open with the digits. When Seonghwa’s hands flail, Hongjoong reaches forward to gather his wrists in one of his own, using the other to scissor the tight, silky walls open with punishing, bruising thrusts.
Seonghwa kicks his feet when Hongjoong eases in a third to join the two, a sobbed, wrecked gasp of Hongjoong’s name leaving his lips. Hongjoong’s fingers are a bit shorter than his, but they have no issue prodding against the swollen bundle of nerves deep inside him, and he feels like goo after just a few pointed jabs.
“Feel good?” Hongjoong rasps, leaning over Seonghwa’s form to place hungry kisses and nibbles to the exposed flesh there.
Seonghwa nods, desperate, muttering incoherent thank you, thank you, thank you’s with every twist and prod of Hongjoong’s digits.
Seonghwa’s toes curl painfully on one particularly harsh nudge against his prostate, and he clambers away from the fingers upon first instinct. Hongjoong, however, yanks him mercilessly right back onto his unforgiving fingers.
Seonghwa had already been so tightly wound from weeks of torment, so when he feels the stirring in his lower belly once more, he’s powerless to stop himself.
“G’na cum, please, please-”
Hongjoong ignores him, simply pinning Seonghwa down by the wrenched arms pressed against the square of his back and fucking his fingers deeper into him.
Seonghwa wails, and just as he’s about to be thrown over the edge and finally have the earth shattering orgasm he’s been craving after weeks of dissatisfaction, the fingers leave him altogether, along with the pleasure.
His eyes spring open in panic, and then he’s thrashing under Hongjoong’s weight in anger, the latter still holding him down.
“Fuck-! You asshole let me cum.” There are tears pricking at his eyes, his voice is whiny and tense, and Hongjoong is having absolutely none of it.
A palm meets Seonghwa’s left asscheek with a resounding and sick crack that has Seonghwa lurching forward in shocked agony.
His head whips over his shoulder to send the most scalding, enraged glare at the younger man, who’s wearing that same annoyingly smug grin on that stupid face of his.
“Did you jus-“
He’s cut off as Hongjoong lands another smack to the opposite cheek, he watches the flesh jiggle with rapt attention and a sadistic glint in his eye. The biting sting of the contact causes the tears welled on Seonghwa’s waterline to overflow, rolling down his cheeks in thick rivulets that have Hongjoong cooing. It hurts, but with the way Hongjoong soothes over the throbbing flesh with gentle palms, Seonghwa could quickly find himself addicted to the pain.
“Shh…”
Seonghwa wants to curse, to cry and throw a fit. But he simply ducks his head and sniffles instead.
“Please…”
Hongjoong presses an uncharacteristically gentle kiss between Seonghwa’s shoulder blades, an apology, or a reward, Seonghwa is unsure.
He realises quickly, it’s neither, when Hongjoong once again dips his fingers beyond his entrance and thrusts.
“God-! Fuck Hong-“ Seonghwa blubbers, desperate to cum and so high wound he can barely think straight. He very well might, if Hongjoong kept giving it to him like this, his permission be damned.
He distantly feels Hongjoong lean back onto his haunches, the mattress dipping under his weight, the fingers slow a bit and then-
He slides his cock in next to the fingers, the stretch has Seonghwa freezing, stunned. He inhales sharply- exhales in a borderline shriek when Hongjoong stretches his hole around his ridiculous length without so much as a warning.
Just when Seonghwa thinks Hongjoong’s finally bottomed out, there’s more, fucking deep into his guts and dicking the anger right out of him.
His eyes roll back into his skull when Hongjoong rolls his hips impatiently, unable to wait until Seonghwa is fully adjusted to start fucking into him, and he feels his thighs shake under the mind-breaking waves of pleasure.
Honestly, Seonghwa doesn’t care either way. The tip of Hongjoong’s dick grinds incessantly into his prostate and he finds it makes his brain fuzzy around the edges, he wouldn’t complain even if he could.
“Yes yes yes-“
He sounds like a whore, biting down on the flesh of his forearm to muffle the wanton, guttural groans. A last ditch effort to preserve some of his dignity, but Hongjoong isn’t having it, reaching forward to splay a palm over Seonghwa’s forehead and yanking him away from his forearm. Seonghwa is unable to muffle himself this way, the boisterous sobs echoing through the now empty dorm. Thank god no one was home, they’d think he was dying in here.
“Feels so good you can’t even think straight, cock got you all stupid.” Hongjoong groans, mouth latching onto Seonghwa’s earlobe and licking against the shell. His hips snap, grind, fuck against Seonghwa’s ass, cock buried to the absolute hilt and Seonghwa can barely take it all. He’s nothing if not a trooper though, so despite the pleasure making him practically numb, he takes it like the good bitch he’s desperate to be for Hongjoong.
“Cock splitting open this pretty pussy, gonna fuck a baby into you like this.”
The words have Seonghwa seizing against Hongjoong, legs trembling in overstimulation and he’s carnally hungry for his orgasm.
“Make me cum, please, fill my pussy, make mommy cum-“ He’s blubbering, Hongjoong thrusts his fingers into the cavern of Seonghwa’s hot mouth, drool soaking the digits until it’s dripping down his chin.
“ Cum, milk my balls dry until you’re pregnant-“
Seonghwa inhales with a high pitched whine, his muscles lock against Hongjoong’s punishing thrusts and then he’s cumming so hard he sees white.
It’s by far the strongest, and longest orgasm he’s ever felt in his life, incomparable to any lousy climax he’d ever brought himself to in a hurried blur, he trembles wildy against Hongjoong with hypersensitivity, but the younger man doesn’t stop, he simply fucks Seonghwa through the spasming until Seonghwa goes limp beneath him.
Seonghwa’s so pliant like this, fucked wide open and gooey after cumming so hard he’d gone numb, he’s the perfect fuckdoll for Hongjoong to plough into. He’s gone mute, the occasional hot gasp against Hongjoong’s fingers the only sign the man is still conscious enough to feel himself being fucked.
It doesn’t take long for Hongjoong to reach his climax afterwards, he snaps his hips forward in one last thrust, burying his entire length into Seonghwa’s twitching hole, uncaring if he was too sensitive to take it. He’d take it.
Rope after rope of thick semen floods Seonghwa, he can feel the throb of Hongjoong’s balls against his tender cheeks and he gently clenches in a mindless to milk him.
A few moments pass before Hongjoong slowly moves to unhook their bodies, Seonghwa shivers slightly at the overstimulation.
Once Hongjoong removes his softening length from Seonghwa, he soothes his palms over the trembling flesh of Seonghwa’s body, massaging, uncharacteristically gentle, until the eldest has come down fully. He groans at the soreness of his muscles. And his ass for that matter.
“You asshole.” He blinks the spots from his vision.
‘Milk my balls dry until you’re pregnant,’ You’re pretty sick, you know that?” Seonghwa slurs, glaring at the man over his shoulder now that the animalistic lust ebbs from his veins. Hongjoong chuckles, diving into the covers next to Seonghwa, spent and sated.
“Mmm, but you came so hard you went dumb, so what does that say about you?”
He pulls Seonghwa close by the hips, dropping his forehead onto his exposed back with a gentle, soothing kiss. A reward this time.
“Nothing good, that’s for damn sure.” Seonghwa throws back.
Hongjoong smirks, and Seonghwa wiggles in his grip.
“I’m also not too enthusiastic about having cold cum drying on my ass.” He growls, and Hongjoong groans. He slides from the bed nonetheless, disappearing for a moment only to return with a warm, dampened towel to swipe at Seonghwa’s thighs and sensitive entrance, cleaning him of his release.
“Fuck- I have to meet the boys at the gym soon.” Seonghwa raises his head, slightly panicked at having lost track of time, far too fatigued to do so.
“Uh- about that.”
Seonghwa rolls over once he’s thoroughly cleaned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion at the to tone. Hongjoong tosses the soiled washrag onto the floor, forgotten, and Seonghwa makes a mental note to chew his ass out for it later. Gross.
“What do you mean, ‘about that,’?”
Hongjoong first looks sheepish, then cocky as he lays his tousled head on the pillow and smiles brightly at Seonghwa.
“I maybe sort of told them you’d be staying back with daddy.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then Seonghwa lifts his pillow to thwack the captain dead in the face with it.
“You shithead!”
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“Do you think they’re done?” Mingi asks, petrified, sat on the bench press with his arms wrapped around himself, soothing.
San’s palms are flattened over his eyes, looking equally distressed, and Jongho shakes his head at the group who wear similar traumatised expressions.
Wooyoung shudders to himself. “Lesson learned; no more calling people mommy.”