Desired Yet Hated | Han Seojun X Lee Suho Oneshots [Complete]

S E S S I O N

Suho walked inside the locker room once again, knowing that he would meet up with Seojun there eventually. He wasn't planning on losing and being bottom again. But then again, looking at how he reacted last time...

Hearing the door open and close, Suho looked towards it, knowing who had just come inside. 

"Come on over, Seojun."

Seojun walked out from behind the lockers, leaning on one of them, "You're gonna lose today, babyboy."

Suho smirked, looking back at the locker that he was putting his stuff in, "Try me."

Seojun quickly walked over and grabbed his hand, slamming him onto one of the lockers. Just as he was about to put his lips on the boy's neck, he was pushed onto the locker. Kissing him roughly, Suho put his hands dangerously close to his ass. 

Seojun smirked into the kiss, flipping him over once again. The two tossed and turned until Suho could sense himself losing strength. He panted, being pinned to the locker by his hands at the current moment.

"Oh? You're tired already?" He chuckled, coming closer to his body, a mere centimeter away from touching, "You're weak to me. You can't change that."

Suho hung his hands around the other's shoulders, "Now, should I let you take over, or should I keep trying?"

His tone nearly made Seojun shake, but he had experience already with Suho's kind of teasing. He chuckled, "I know you're not gonna give in until I make you."

Suho smirked, trying hard to turn them around but instead being pushed down onto the same bench from before. He tried with all his strength to get out of Seojun's hands, but instead was pushed down farther, giving him zero control over the situation.

"You tried, baby," Seojun teased. He held both of Suho's hands in one, getting something from his pocket. Suho looked at his hand, seeing the things hanging from his grasp.

"Handcuffs... Wait, you're not-"

"I am," Seojun opened the locks of the handcuffs, trying to get them onto the boy's wirsts as he struggled. He frowned, "Lee Suho, if you don't stop moving, there's no guarantee you'll get up tomorrow." 

Suho sighed and stopped moving, giving up his fight over dominance. Seojun chuckled in satisfaction, winning once again. He put the handcuffs on his wrists, closing them tightly, but not too tight. Suho laid there, hands above his head, staring deeply at the one above him. 

Seojun began to take off Suho's clothes, starting with unbuttoning his shirt. As he went down and down, he kissed him and left hickies over the ones that were finally starting to heal. He unzipped his pants, taking them off along with his undergarments. 

"Han Seojun."

Seojun looked up at Suho, "Hm?"

"Kiss me."

Seojun smirked once again, "As you wish."

He moved up, kissing him deeply. Suho inserted his tongue, soon being explored by Seojun's tongue as well. Suho moaned into the kiss, some of the moans meant to tease the other. Seojun backed away from the kiss, leading his hand down to the area he desired. Soon, he inserted his finger deeply into Suho's hole.

Suho threw his head back in pleasure. Seojun thrusted slowly inside and out, hearing and feeling just how wet Suho was. He had no idea that the boy would become so wet because of him. Suho swore as he was finger-fucked, the clicking noises almost becoming embarrassing. 

"You're so wet... It almost makes me think you were wet before I came in..." Seojun spoke as he thrusted, hearing moans from the one under him and continuing to fuck him. Suho's moans quickened as he felt Seojun go deeper and deeper with every thrust.