Hyunjin Oneshots <3

Aftercare

Hyunjin couldn't really hear too much over the intense buzzing sound and the roaring in his ears- like the rush of water- and the whimpers that were forcefully ripped from his chest with the punched out breaths. He couldn't make much other noises or whine in a wanton way as he normally would, with the cloth in his mouth.

Couldn't see much, either, with the blindfold covering his eyes.

The only thing he could focus on was the smell. The smell of sex lingering in the air and the touch. The touch of everything encompassing him and swallowing him hole to reduce him into something that wasn't even human. Something so soft and pliant and bendable at will that it tinged both a spark of fear and arousal.

(It didn't really matter anyway, because he was already rock hard and had been for what felt like hours now. Was it hours? Or days? How long had Hyunjin been like this? Tied to the bed with rope just slack enough to not leave indentions in his skin? Wiggling around at the hot feeling of the vibrator pummeling right against his prostate to edge him. Chan held the controller to change the settings quite frequently to keep him on his toes.)

Chan?

Where was Bang Chan?

Was he at the edge of the bed, watching him drool over his bottom lip and struggle against his bonds because he was simply a bad sub who couldn't take what was dished to him? Was he out with all of the others, enjoying dinner while Hyunjin lay all alone?

Suddenly- the pleasure intense enough to push him right over the edge and into a blissful mind state wasn't as fun anymore. It morphed and shifted to a ball of anxiety that settled low in Hyunjin's gut right over his aching groin.

Chan. He needed Chan.

Yet he didn't even know where he was.

The tears that Hyunjin had cried earlier were from the pleasure of being edged so thoroughly- though these new ones that slid past his blindfold and down his cheeks were ones of pure desperation and anxiety that threatened to eat him inside and out. Consume him.

He was so bad- for feeling this way. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. Would he still be good if he called out for help and struggled against the ropes? Would Chan be ashamed of him?

Luckily- before he could continue to catastrophize, there was a warm hand pressing against the nape of his neck. The gesture that Chan always used to calm him down when he was spiraling. It was something that was normally meant to be a show of dominance, but it simply made him feel safe instead.

"Hyunjin," Chan said, over the reeling of his thoughts, and it brought him back down to his body momentarily because for the past who-knows-how-long he had only been referred to as 'whore' or other words of the sort. He squeezed on his neck even more, but not in a suffocating way. "Hyunjin, baby, how are you doing."

Hyunjin didn't realize that he had been sobbing loud enough to be audible until he tasted his salty tears on his lips. Suddenly, the vibrations of the toy in his ass ceased and Chan grabbed onto his hand, "remember your safety? Squeeze once for no and twice for yes?"