Chapter 1: The Proposition
The air in the ATEEZ dorm was thick with unspoken tension, a simmering undercurrent of desire that pulsed through every room. Seonghwa, with his sharp jawline and lithe, exposed physique, was the undeniable center of attention. His tight shirts and low-slung jeans left little to the imagination, and the other members—Yeosang, Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Yunho, and Jongho—couldn’t tear their eyes away. Hongjoong, his partner, was the opposite: always draped in oversized hoodies and baggy pants, his body a mystery. Though loved as their leader, Hongjoong’s allure was buried beneath layers of fabric, and the members’ carnal cravings were reserved for Seonghwa. Hongjoong knew it, and the jealousy gnawed at him, his protective grip on Seonghwa tightening with every lingering glance the others threw his lover’s way.
Tonight, the tension reached a boiling point. The members had gathered in the living room, sprawled across couches and the floor, the dim lighting casting shadows over their hungry expressions. Seonghwa sat beside Hongjoong, one hand possessively on his thigh, while the others exchanged loaded looks. Finally, Yeosang broke the silence, his voice smooth but edged with intent.
“So, Seonghwa,” he drawled, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, “we’ve been thinking. How about a little… group activity? All seven of us. You know we’ve wanted you for ages.”
Seonghwa’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, I know. I’ve seen the way you all stare, practically drooling. But what about Hongjoong?” He squeezed Hongjoong’s thigh, drawing a soft, nervous hum from him.
The room went quiet, the members shifting uncomfortably. Mingi scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “Well, uh, he could… watch?”
Yeosang nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, let him sit in the corner and enjoy the show.”
Hongjoong’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing, but before he could snap back, Seonghwa laughed—a low, dangerous sound. “Watch? No, no, no. If I’m in, Hongjoong’s in. All the way. You want me? You take us both.”
San and Wooyoung exchanged a glance, their eager nods immediate. “Deal,” San said, his voice husky, his gaze flicking to Hongjoong with a curiosity that had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. Wooyoung smirked, leaning closer. “I’ve always wondered what’s under all those layers, hyung. Let’s see what you’ve been hiding.”
The others hesitated, but the intrigue was palpable. Yunho tilted his head, studying Hongjoong like a puzzle to be solved. “Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Hongjoong’s cheeks flushed, his voice a low growl as he leaned into Seonghwa. “I don’t like this. You know I’m… vulnerable right now. What if—”
“Shh,” Seonghwa cut him off, his lips brushing Hongjoong’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “I’ve got a plan. They think they want me, but by the end of the night, they’ll be begging for you. Trust me.”
Hours later, after a heated discussion and reluctant agreements, the stage was set. Seonghwa had disappeared into the bathroom to ‘prepare,’ leaving Hongjoong in their shared room, trembling with nerves. Despite his protests, Seonghwa had dressed him in sheer lace panties and a matching bralette, the delicate fabric clinging to curves no one had ever seen. Black cat ears perched on his head, and a sleek tail plug nestled in his backside added a playful, provocative edge. Hongjoong’s breath hitched as he caught his reflection—his body, usually hidden, now on full display, his chest heaving with anxious anticipation.
“Seonghwa, I can’t—” Hongjoong started, but Seonghwa emerged, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight.
“You can, and you will,” Seonghwa purred, stepping close, his fingers tracing the lace over Hongjoong’s hip. “They’re going to lose their minds when they see you. And I’m going to make sure they know who you belong to.”
The door to the living room swung open, and the members’ chatter died instantly. Their eyes locked on Hongjoong, wide with shock and raw, unfiltered desire. San’s jaw dropped, his voice a rough whisper. “Holy shit, hyung…”
Wooyoung was already on his feet, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Damn, look at you. All this time, hiding this?”
Before Hongjoong could respond, hands were on him—greedy, desperate. Mingi’s fingers brushed the lace over his chest, while Yunho’s gaze burned into him, his voice low. “Didn’t expect this. You’re… fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Hongjoong’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his mind spiraling as their touches overwhelmed him. He was slipping, falling into a hazy subspace, when Seonghwa’s voice cut through the fog like a blade.
“Hold on, boys,” Seonghwa said, stepping into the room, his presence commanding. “You can have his mouth, his ass—make him scream. But that pretty little pussy? That’s mine. I’m the only one who gets to claim it. Understood?”
The members nodded, their eyes glazed with lust, already too far gone to argue. Hongjoong’s heart raced, his body trembling as hands and lips descended on him, pulling him into a storm of sensation. Seonghwa’s smirk widened, his voice dripping with taunt as he watched. “Look at you all. So reluctant to include him, and now you can’t keep your filthy hands off. Pathetic.”
The room filled with heat, the promise of something explosive hanging in the air as Hongjoong’s gasps turned to moans, his body arching under their relentless attention. The night was only beginning.
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