Seongjoong Oneshots🔞

asmr: part 2

CW: blowjob, seonghwa does body asmr (with hongjoong😏)

It was a Friday evening and the members just got home from dance practice.

"Psst. Joong-ah, are you busy?" Seonghwa asked, peeking into hongjoong's room. The younger kicked an empty water bottle under his bed before looking up with a guilty expression.

"Um, just cleaning up heheh-"

"Right," seonghwa slipped into the room and dug the bottle from under the bed. He used it to gently bonk hongjoong on the head, giving him a soft peck on the cheek afterwards. "I wanna do a live for Atiny."

Hongjoong made a pouty face. "But...we just came home. Can't you spend some time with me?" As soon as he said that, his face went red and he immediately took back his words. "Gosh no, what am I saying? Of course! Atiny comes first yaaa."

"Hey. Why do you think I'm here? You see, it's been a while since I did an asmr video, so I was thinking of doing one live." Seonghwa replied, swinging hongjoong's arms side to side. "And...I was hoping you'd help me with something."

"With what?"

The older leaned forward to whisper his plan into hongjoong's ear. "Let me use your body."

"WHAAT?? Hwa, what kind of asmr is that??" Hongjoong yelped, feeling both shocked and flustered by seonghwa's words.

"Oh just some tapping, brushing, and stroking. You'd be surprised to know that the sound is actually quite satisfying. And don't worry, it's an audio-only live, so atiny won't know it's your body I'm using."

"Stop saying it like thatttt, it's got double meanings you know." Hongjoong whined.

"No I don't know, tell me?"

"Ugh fine fine, how bad could it be right? I'll help you. Just this once."

Seonghwa picked hongjoong up and spun him around. "Yayy thank you joong-ah!"

They proceeded to the older's room where he'd already set up his microphone on the desk. He grabs a spare chair from the living room for hongjoong to sit on, before closing the door and locking it.

Hongjoong's thoughts were in complete shambles. The idea of hwa touching him for atinys to hear was terrifying yet exciting. All it takes is one noise from hongjoong and he'd be gone. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted agreeing to do this.

"Joong...you look like you've seen a ghost. I don't wanna force you to do this," seonghwa pulls him in for a hug. His embrace is warm enough to calm hongjoong's pounding heart. "Promise to tell me if you want to stop. Okay?"

"Mm, okay."

Hongjoong took his seat next to hwa's desk chair, his eyes wandering over to the tray of supplies seonghwa had prepared: hand cream, hair brush, and a small towel. Seonghwa knew what he was doing, and hongjoong knew he could trust him.

To communicate secretly during the live, they had to rely on hongjoong's phone to type out their sentences.

Once they were ready, the older activated the voice-only live on his phone.

"Hello atinys! It's seonghwa. It's been a while since I went live huh? Today it's just audio because I'm not wearing makeup haha." Seonghwa greeted, taking some time to answer atiny's burning questions. "Ah, recently I got back into asmr, so I want to show atiny my skills. You can set your phones somewhere while listening to the asmr."

Hwa typed on hongjoong's phone:
take your shirt off.

Hongjoong obeyed, exposing his upper torso, where a faint love bite marked his right pec.