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The Fact Music Awards (TMA) might not be the most anticipated ceremony, but it still drew major idols to the red carpet, and ATEEZ was right there among them. Fresh off recent award show wins, the members were buzzing with excitement, eager to see if they’d take home anything this year, and as expected, they’d light up the stage with their rebellious ‘Guerilla’ performance.
Right now, they were all getting ready, outfits and makeup coming together. “Do your magic, Noona!” Wooyoung beamed as he settled into the chair, earning a soft chuckle from the makeup artist. He was especially hyped for today’s event thanks to his new hair color. Twirling a strand between his fingers, he giggled. “I look like a cherry. Hope I can keep this color for a while.”
He struck a peace-sign pose, the dancer as hyper as ever, grinning and giggling nonstop. The others just smiled and shook their heads at his usual antics.
“Yeah, this hair color suits you well.” A calm voice cut through his chaos, instantly silencing him and turning his face the exact shade of his hair. “Bright colors suit you well, Woo.”
The speaker was Park Seonghwa, checking himself in the mirror with a serious expression while adjusting his platinum blond hair. Wooyoung wasn’t the only one who’d gotten a makeover. He unconsciously pressed his thighs together, growing shy and red, barely able to keep still in his seat. “You’re looking good too, hyung.”
Seonghwa only hummed, focused on making sure not a single imperfection showed.
Wooyoung’s heartbeat picked up at how casually Seonghwa spoke to him. Normally, the dancer thrived on being the center of attention, one charming smile and people melted at his feet. So why did this one member’s cool lack of focus make him so nervous?
They’d known each other for years. This was just how Seonghwa got when he was stressed and needed full concentration. Wooyoung knew himself too well: he got off on hot people ignoring him. But why now, and why toward him of all people? Why did his eyes keep stealing glances at Seonghwa?
Once his makeup was done, Wooyoung flashed the artist his signature cheeky smile. “Thanks, Noona.”
Seonghwa’s beauty had always been ethereal, but the platinum blond took it to another level. When his makeup was finished, Wooyoung let out a soft gasp, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs.
Park Seonghwa was surreal.
His slicked-back platinum hair, the sharp eye makeup intensifying his gaze, Wooyoung had never felt so shy in front of anyone. He pressed his legs together even tighter. Why was he doing this? Why did he feel so needy?
His eyes raked over Seonghwa’s lean figure in that outfit, a beautiful nightmare.
Where were his thoughts going? Why was his mind drifting to being bent over, fucked relentlessly from behind by Seonghwa while begging for no mercy? Wooyoung groaned and buried his face in his hands, shaking the images away. They’d been so busy with practice and variety shows that he hadn’t had any time to relieve the tension, everyone just collapsed exhausted after schedules.
How long had it been? A week? Two? He didn’t even know anymore, but right now he felt painfully needy.
Seonghwa glanced back, catching Wooyoung staring. The younger froze like a kid caught stealing cookies and quickly looked away, cheeks burning even brighter.
“Alright guys, let’s move! We’ve got to make it count. Anyone done with makeup can head out first,” Hongjoong called. Everyone nodded, staff included, except Seonghwa and Wooyoung, who were both taking mirror selfies for Twitter.
Wooyoung posed with his usual wink, poking his cheek. He grinned at the photo, then jolted when he felt someone very close behind him. He spun around, standing up fast, only to bump his head against something solid.
He looked up. It was Seonghwa, staring down with an unreadable expression. “Are you alright, Wooyoung? You’re all red.” Seonghwa leaned in closer, inspecting his face. Wooyoung turned even redder, stuttering nonsense.
For once the talkative Wooyoung was speechless. Seonghwa reached out, brushed something off his cheek, Wooyoung flinched at the cold touch, and flicked it away. “You’ve got something on your face,” he said, voice still strict. “Can’t have your pretty face ruined.”
Then Seonghwa left the room, leaving Wooyoung stunned and drowning in unholy thoughts.
When he glanced down at his lap, his eyes widened. He was visibly hard. He whined out loud, “Are you fucking kidding me.”
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Their performance was finally over. Holding onto their happy exhaustion, the members stumbled backstage and collapsed onto the couches, heavy pants escaping their lips.
“Damn, it feels so good performing like that after so long,” Yeosang panted, a weary smile lingering on his face.
After resting for a while, they gathered themselves and headed to the van, taking their seats as it drove them back to the dorm. Once they arrived, everyone prepared for well-deserved showers.
“Ughh,” Wooyoung drawled, stretching his sore muscles. “A good shower is much needed. I’ll post some pictures first, you all can go ahead.”
Wooyoung threw himself onto his bed and uploaded his mirror selfies to their Twitter account. The thirsty comments flooded in quickly, and he giggled at them. He tossed his phone aside and went to shower.
When he returned to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and another on his head as he dried his hair, his fingers found his phone again. He scrolled through Twitter, laughing at the memes and thirst tweets. He giggled like a kid, but on the next swipe, he nearly dropped the phone.
It was the red carpet photos, and one of Seonghwa caught his eye. The elder looked like a fantasy prince from a forgotten snow kingdom or a snow demon ready to devour him whole, and Wooyoung wouldn’t mind at all.
He held himself together, though.
Pretending he was too tired to join the others for food, Wooyoung stayed behind, left alone in the dorm with nothing but his unholy thoughts and the hot pictures of Seonghwa waiting for him.
After making sure no one else was in the dorm, he closed the door behind him and sat on his bed. His cheeks burned red at the thoughts that had tormented him for so long. Without wasting time, he lay back against the bed, the blanket covering only half his body.
Phone in hand, he scrolled through the saved videos people had made for his private pleasure: TikToks of Seonghwa in that sinful platinum blond look, set to “Unholy” by Sam Smith, with added moaning sounds layered in to make the dancer even harder.
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There was no one in the room, and he needed this release or he would lose his mind. So he shoved the blanket off his body and lay there, spreading his legs wide as his dick sprang free from the covers. Wooyoung had propped his phone on a nearby chair.
His hand drifted to his chest, fingers trailing lightly over his nipples before rubbing them softly. The image of Seonghwa’s face so close flooded his mind. His moans filled the quiet room as he pressed harder, then pinched, turning the soft sounds into needy whines. He squirmed and twisted, gasps and moans blending on his tongue.
Wooyoung drew out the pleasure for a long time, torturing himself slowly. Finally, his hand slid down to his now half-hard cock. He pumped it lazily while his other hand continued teasing his nipple. Breathy moans spilled from his lips. “Ahhh~ Mhhmmm…”
“Fuck…” he cursed, spreading his legs even wider as the bliss intensified.
He threw his head back. “Fuck, fuck… fuck.” The words became a rhythmic chant as he gradually picked up speed, though never too fast.
His fingers wrapped tightly around his length, tracing the veins as he stroked harder, hips bucking up into his own fist.
Gasps, grunts, and moans turned into desperate pleas. He arched his back, forcing more pleasure on himself with harsh, slow pumps, exhaling staccato moans. “God… Mhhmmm… Yes…”
His thoughts drifted along with his hand movements, slow and deliberate. He remembered walking in on a nearly naked Seonghwa after the gym, the elder’s body toned and glistening with sweat. Fuck, the memory almost pushed him over the edge, but he refused to come yet. He wanted that sinful image to torment him longer. He slowed his strokes and whined. “Seong…hwa…”
He whimpered at the denial, aching for the feeling of Seonghwa’s skin against his, pounding into him without mercy. He was too far gone, and he knew it. What was it about that platinum hair that made him so impossibly attractive?
His whimpers grew louder, his pumping more erratic. His mind replayed moments when Seonghwa praised him for doing well, but also the disappointed look with one raised eyebrow when he misbehaved. That gaze alone made him harder. “Seonghwa…” His cheeks flushed deeper as he moaned the eldest’s name, stroking himself even more desperately. “Fuck… God…”
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“Quite a show you’re putting on, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung froze. No, no. This could not be happening. He prayed it was his mind playing tricks. But it wasn’t. There stood Seonghwa, the very man who had made his cock throb so hard.
Seonghwa leaned against the doorframe, wearing that intense gaze, the same scorching look he always had during performances, the one Wooyoung had been fantasizing about while stroking himself. Now it was fixed on him.
“Hyung!!” Panic flooded Wooyoung’s voice, matching the pre-cum leaking from his aching dick. He scrambled to cover himself, hands shaking in front of his horrified face. “This…” His eyes darted everywhere, cheeks burning brighter. He yanked the covers over himself, shame flooding his features. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.”
“You’ve been staring at me shamelessly for a while now, Wooyoung. In a way that screams you want to be fucked raw.”
The strict tone made Wooyoung feel weak, and when Seonghwa’s cold eyes raked over his exposed, toned body like he was something to judge, Wooyoung shrank. He felt small, fragile, and yet… he loved the degradation.
“Do you want my help, Wooyoung? Looks like I interrupted at the worst moment.”
Wooyoung’s gaze snapped to Seonghwa. The elder’s face was serious, but a glint of lust sparked in his eyes. It made Wooyoung harden even more. When the blanket grazed his cock, he couldn’t hold back a needy moan. Was this real? Or was his mind torturing him?
Seonghwa stepped away from the doorframe and scoffed. “Looks like you don’t need me then.”
As he turned to leave, Wooyoung threw every shred of dignity aside. “No! Please… I…” He stumbled over his words, cheeks blazing, eyes down like a shy schoolgirl confessing. “I want you to stay.”
A slow grin spread across Seonghwa’s face. He turned back, closed the door, and locked it with a sharp click. “Tell me, Woo…” He walked toward the bed with deliberate steps. “Why do you want me to stay? Do you want me to fulfill your desire? To fuck you raw like you’ve been craving?” His voice dripped sin, like the serpent tempting Eve. “Do you want me to grip your hips hard and pound into you mercilessly while you cry and beg?”
“Yes, yes please.” Wooyoung begged. “Want you to split me apart with your hard cock.”
“Good boy.” Seonghwa advanced, humming as he yanked the covers away. Wooyoung gasped, cheeks flaming as his leaking, hard dick was fully exposed.
“Look at you, Wooyoung. All open and vulnerable, doing nothing but waiting for me to take you roughly.” Seonghwa cupped his cheek harshly, voice low and husky. “Do you even deserve to be fucked? Have you been a good boy?”
Seonghwa’s hand trailed softly over Wooyoung’s toned muscles. The younger groaned. “What a rare sight…” Seonghwa lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. It would be a lie to say Seonghwa wasn’t aroused by the sight: naked Wooyoung, flushed, trembling, panting. His smirk widened. “The loud, shameless Wooyoung, now so shy and quiet. Many would kill for this view.”
“Hy…hyung…” Wooyoung breathed. “Please don’t tease me.” He tried to sit up, but emotions overwhelmed him. He collapsed face-down on the bed, his dick brushing the sheets. He whined, never imagining he could look so needy.
“No worries, hyung will take good care of you. What do you want, Wooyoung?”
Wooyoung’s mind spun in chaos, thoughts scattering. But one thing was clear. “Please, no teasing, just fuck me—”
A sharp moan tore from his lips as Seonghwa delivered a hard slap to his ass. The sting felt so good he craved more.
“You don’t get a say in this, Wooyoung. You’ve been too much of a brat. I’m going to teach you. On your hands and knees. Now.”
Wooyoung scrambled into position, ass presented, dick dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. He spread his legs wider. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
“Bend down more.” Seonghwa tugged his hair harshly. Wooyoung whimpered, obeyed, cheek pressed to the sheet, ass pushed high.
Seonghwa grabbed the lotion bottle from the bed, poured a generous amount onto his fingers, and slicked them.
A shiver raced down Wooyoung’s spine as cold, lotion-coated fingers circled his entrance. “Look at you, already so loose for me. No need for much prep.”
Without warning, two long fingers slid inside. Seonghwa’s thumb teased the rim while he worked him open slowly, using Wooyoung’s own slick. Soon all fingers were buried deep.
“Fuck. Fuck, hyung. God… Mhhmmm, please hyung… So good.”
Seonghwa curled his fingers. Wooyoung nearly screamed in pleasure, body shaking with staccato moans and grunts. “Fuck… so good.” The thrusts turned harder, faster. Wooyoung felt tears prick his eyes, his insides throbbing, release so close.
“Look at you, Woo… You like that, right? Being nothing but a hole begging to be fucked?”
Wooyoung pushed back desperately, chasing every spark of pleasure. The fingers slowed. He whined.
“You’re too greedy to be obedient. I could leave you like this, wet and needy. Should I?”
Seonghwa’s other hand wrapped around Wooyoung’s cock, stroking slowly, torturously. “Such a whore, fucked like a bitch in heat. You like it, right? Being handled like this, dripping cum from your ass?”
The hand sped up. “Yes hyung. Yes, yes, please more. I’m a needy whore.” Wooyoung’s body trembled violently.
Seonghwa kept stroking, feeling every vein as Wooyoung babbled incoherently, near tears from the bliss. “Nothing… nothing but a hole for you to fuck.”
“Good boy. You’re learning, though still so desperate.” Seonghwa mocked, pulled his hand away, and slapped his ass hard. Wooyoung moaned, almost crying.
Lost in pleasure, Wooyoung didn’t hear the belt unbuckle. He only registered when something hot and thick pressed against his thigh. Seonghwa was huge, already slicked.
The touch made him harder. Seonghwa spread his thighs wider, rougher.
“You’re crying now, Wooyoung?” The condescending tone sent shivers through him. The cold, degrading demeanor drove him wild. He sobbed softly. “If you cry, I’ll think you don’t want to be fucked like a bitch in heat. You wanted this, right? For me to pound you hard?”
“Yes… yes hyung, please fuck me hard. I’ll obey.”
“Ah fuck!” Wooyoung screamed as Seonghwa slammed in with one brutal thrust. His mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, fuck, yes, yes please more. Oh! God!”
“Good boy. You’re taking me so well.” Seonghwa praised, holding back his own groans.
He gripped Wooyoung’s hair, pulling his head up as he set a slow, torturous pace. “Look in the mirror, Wooyoung. See how needy and pathetic you look.”
With tearful eyes and trembling lips, Wooyoung obeyed. Fuck.
The slow rhythm turned rough and feral. Wooyoung’s body jolted forward with every thrust. Seonghwa’s sinful smirk, mouth parted, was devastating as he pounded deeper.
Wooyoung’s mouth hung open in moans and pleas. He knew he was a sight, being used like a hole, but the man of his wet dreams was perfect.
He pushed back, taking him fully, fingers clawing the sheets as Seonghwa’s animalistic thrusts split him open. The thick cock dragged over every sensitive spot.
“Love it… love it when hyung fucks me.” Wooyoung’s voice shook, crying into the sheets, nails digging in as he was rammed hard. Every thrust hit his abused prostate. “Fuck!”
Seonghwa’s warmth consumed him. Nails dug into his skin. Skin slapped skin, filling the room with filthy sounds. “Ah, ah, right there, yes, more hyung!”
“Should I let you cum now, Wooyoung? Or go slower?” Seonghwa’s deep voice sounded demonic, but his dirty talk was lethal. No way he was a bottom with that cock pounding like this.
Wooyoung tried to answer, but a precise thrust made him cry out. “Hyu…hyung please make me cum.”
“Do you deserve it? Have you been a good little whore?”
Wooyoung groaned and sobbed. “Yes, I’ve been a good little whore for you.”
“Good answer, Woo.” Seonghwa bit into his neck, sucking and marking as he slammed harder, hips erratic, driving them both toward the edge. “Such a tight hole. Guess you’ve never been filled like this.”
They chased release together. Wooyoung’s curses filled the air. With one final deep thrust, Wooyoung’s vision blanked. He came with a cry of pure bliss. It was too much, too fucking much.
Seonghwa filled him, hot cum flooding deep, leaking out and running down his thighs onto the sheets. Overwhelmed, Wooyoung collapsed, panting harshly, vision blurry.
Seonghwa pulled out and adjusted himself. Wooyoung rolled over, watching through half-lidded eyes. Then realization hit. Was Seonghwa really about to break the first rule? He wouldn’t leave without aftercare. He cared, right?
But he did.
Without a glance, Seonghwa walked out. In shock, Wooyoung didn’t notice the elder’s subtle gulp. Tears poured down his face. The door shut. Painful sobs filled the room. He had been used.