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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)-Sadist!SevenxMasochist!Yoosung

YEP YOU READ THAT RIGHT
THIS IS A KINKY LITTLE FANFIC MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

SO TRIGGER WARNING: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY KINKY STUFF (AKA BDSM BECAUSE THATS KINDA IN HERE) PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. i dont wanna trigger anyone ;;;;

but anyways, if you dont follow me on instagram, then you probably havent seen this yet. if you do follow me on instagram, yes im not using the kinky picture of seven x yoosung that i have because i lowkey dont know if im allowed????
anyways this was actually a request by my lovely friend Wendy5050 on my fanfiction instagram post (i still havent started the other requested ones whoops)

anyways im rambling, enjoy!!

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"Hey Seven, what's with the leash and collar?" Yoosung asked nervously, as Seven slowly unlatched the collar. He threw it to Yoosung, who caught it.

"Just put it on." Seven commanded.

"Seven, I'm not a dog, though..."

"You are for tonight."

"W-What?" Yoosung blushed furiously at his friends' words, "I-Is this because I accidentally stole a bag of Honey Buddha Chips from your room?"

"Yes." Seven said bluntly.

"Hey, you know I said so-"

"You must be punished, Yoosung." Seven said, glancing up at him. His eyes glinted with lust and sadism. Yoosung gulped as his heart started racing with excitement. Punish? Oh, did he like word.

Yoosung put the collar around his neck, and Seven held on to the other end, and pulled on it once it was attached to Yoosung's neck. The poor boy yelped and almost lost his footing, but got his balance quickly and walked towards Seven as he pulled him by the leash. Yoosung stood in front of Seven with his heart pounding inside his chest. Seven opened one of the drawers on his desk, and pulled out a pocket knife. Flipping it open, he looked at Yoosung,

"Do you like that shirt?" Yoosung gulped and slowly shook his head. He didn't know what Seven was planning but boy was he kind of excited. Seven wrapped the leash around his hand, pulling Yoosung closer. He tugged the collar of his shirt towards him and with the knife, slowly made a long cut down to the bottom of it, revealing Yoosung's bare torso underneath. Seven put the knife down on the desk behind him, and proceeded to take off Yoosung's cut up shirt.

"Turn around." Seven commanded, his voice monotone. Yoosung turned around, and felt Seven's hands grab his. He felt something metal tighten against his wrists and upon realization, he found his hands handcuffed behind his back.

"S-Seven..?" He asked nervously.

"Don't talk." The other said, "Don't turn around." Yoosung heard some noises from behind him, "Close your eyes." He did what he was told, and then felt Seven's hands on his crotch, fumbling with the zipper.

"S-Seven!!" He exclaimed, "W-What the hell are you doing?!"

"I said don't talk. You're getting punished, you aren't allowed to talk about or refuse, Yoosung." Dear Lord the way Seven said that made the poor boy blush and get excited. Seeing this, Seven smirked as he pulled down Yoosung's pants, and undressed him. Seven pushed Yoosung away from him, making him bend over, and raised his hand, and with all his might he--

*computer clicks*

"WHATTHEHELL" Yoosung exclaimed, covering his face in his hands, "Mei, what the hell did you just make me read?!"

Mei was laughing hysterically on the floor, clutching her stomach.

"That's kinda hot." Seven smirked at the male at the computer, "We should try that, Yoosung."

"NO WAY!" Yoosung yelled, getting up from the computer, "I'M NOT LETTING YOU CUT MY SHIRT!"

"But you'll let me do the other things?"

"NO!"

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LOLOLOL IM SORRY THIS WAS BAD IM NOT GOOD WITH WRITING KINKY STUFF BUT THIS WAS PRETTY FUN TO WRITE TBH HAHAHAHAH

if yall dont already know, im more of an angst author, and i love writing plot twists and shit.

i have a story that's unfinished and all but i might rewrite it to make it an original because i still have the whole plot figured out and stuff.

it's called Breaking Point btw if any of yall wanna check it out and give feedback.

-mei