seventeen oneshots

unsated (wonhuigyuhao)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11683158
Summary:

Junhui comes without permission. Wonwoo, Minghao, and Mingyu can't let that go unpunished.

we all need half of the rapper unit and half of performance unit in our lives. also known as we need to read a foursome in our life

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Junhui squirms on the bed, his arms are tied above his head and his legs are separated by the spreader bar between his knees. In his ass, the vibrator is maddeningly slow; just enough to keep him wanton and desperate, but not enough to push him over the edge.

His cock is rock hard, straining, dripping precum around the sound that protrudes just slightly from the tip. He is aware of nothing but the desperate need rushing through his body, leaving him shivering and much-too-warm. The ball gag in his mouth prevents him from speaking and it muffles his helpless sobs as well, and the black strip of silk tied around his eyes prevents him from seeing anything. His breathing is fast as he shuffles slowly with what his bondage would allow, and he swallows a gasp when the vibrator moves just a tiny bit. His hips are moving up and down in a desperate attempt to find some sort of friction and reach some sort of release, and his right hand clutches tight to the stress ball in his hand (it changes colour depending on how tightly he squeezes it, and is the perfect item to use when saying his safeword isn't an option). He hears himself make a choking sound around the gag, a whine of complete frustration and agony. On the other side of the room, he hears the shuffling of a deck of cards and the soft chuckles of Mingyu.

"Well someone looks like they're ready to apologize," Mingyu says teasingly, and the shuffling stops for a moment before continuing.

"I don't know," Minghao pipes up, "I think he can still be a little more desperate."

Junhui sobs brokenly as if to contradict his words, and Minghao's husky chuckles fill the room. A chair scrapes back before a set of footsteps slowly make their way towards the bed. The mattress dips down under the new weight of an added person, and Junhui jolts up with a muffled cry when a pair of fingers reach out to pinch his right nipple.

"Well?" Wonwoo's deep voice asks before he twists Junhui's nipple harshly. Junhui whimpers pathetically in response. "Are you ready to apologize?"

He nods empathetically, soft moans of desperation squeezing their way around the gag, and Wonwoo moves his fingers to fondle with his left nipple. As Wonwoo is busy torturously playing with Junhui's oversensitive body, Junhui can hear two more sets of chairs pushing backwards before two more bodies join them on the bed. The jostling of the mattress knocks the vibrator against Junhui's walls, and the Chinese man cries.

"Shush," Wonwoo tells him before delivering a soft slap against his raw chest. Sniffling, Junhui does his best to swallow down his wails, though the occasional hiccup still sounds from behind the gag.

"You look so good like this, hyung," Minghao says. "All trussed up with your ass and cock completely stuffed. You're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" Junhui can hear the soft click of a cellphone camera, and he sniffles. "Don't worry, hyung, this is just for us," Minghao tells him. "We wouldn't want something like this getting out, would we?"

Thick fingers work at the straps holding the gag in place and the plastic is finally removed from his mouth. Junhui can feel the spit pooling over his lips and trailing down his chin, and he feels just as dirty as Minghao had called him.

"Okay, go on," Mingyu says, and Junhui shivers when a pair of hands begin fondling with his shaved balls while someone else resumes playing with his sore nipples.