the cracked sidewalk doesn’t do much but dig into eunseoks backside as he sits on the edge,eyes scouting. for something. he’s not sure what,yet. the street stretches out in front of him,littered with big oak trees and toparies,sprinklers sizzling in the muggy summer air. the houses sit tall,arrangement of flowers leading to the front doors. he knows behind those doors the families all dislike each other. the mother thorws a passive aggressive comment to the father,who ignores it while he comments on his son’s performance in school and how he didn’t make the football team. but when they open their doors,their smiles wide,they’ll welcome you with open arms,painting a picture of a perfectly normal,happy family. even if their eyes will avert with disgust if they see a hair out of place,or a speck of dirt on your shoes.
it’s why he sits on the sidewalk. to soak in the superficial air of these happy suburban families. he’s picking at the skin of his thumb,hair falling in his eyes,a little damp from sweat. the crackle of pebbles makes his ear jump though he doesn’t react. she strides along the street in her pink converse who were taking on a shade of brown from how often she wore them. she doesn’t look at him,eyes averting anywhere but the dark broody boy on the edge of the sidewalk. he does though. he lifts his gaze from his bloodied thumb to look at her.
“i like your dress” he comments softly,as to not scare her. she feels the heat rising in her from his compliment. this dress? the one she got at clearance down at the mall? that sits frumpily on her frame? that doesn’t complement her complexion at all? this dress? she ponders. how come he liked this ugly piece of clothing. she nods a thank you. her crooked smile decorates her face as she finally makes eye contact with him. the air is knocked out of the stomach. he teases,“cat got your tongue?”. a strained giggle escapes her,and he can barely hear it,but his ears pick up the lovely chirp anyways. oh how he’d love to hear more of that,how he’d love to pull out sweet little giggles from her all the time. slowly,but surely,he’s getting there.
“can this pretty girl hang out with me for a bit?” he looks up at her as she fiddles with the hem of her dress,smiling again,obviously flustered by his flirting. she sits beside him,the concrete digging into her thighs,scratching her skin. she doesn’t complain. she never does. eunseok turns to look at her up close,admiring how her features all blend together in perfect harmony. he knows she can’t see it,she’ll shake her head and look away if he tells her that. she never tells him why she doesn’t like her face,just always dodging his compliments. so he doesn’t say anything.
instead he’ll say things like,”i like your earrings”. and again she’ll wonder how he likes these rusty earrings that turn her ears green. she doesn’t understand why he looks at her with stars in his eyes when her mouth begins curving upwards after his comment. she’ll have the courage to ask him one day. eunseok will answer,everything he’s been bottling up,he’ll spill it. all for her. for now they were content with his flirty remarks and her sweet glances.
pairing. xiaojun, wonbin, sion x 7th member!reader
warnings. gangbang, dubcon to noncon (it's implied that reader's been conditioned to like it), recording, pet play, dom/sub dynamics, dumbification, choking/breath play, reader's a member of wayv, mention of physical abuse, everyone's mean and perverse :c
a.n.: i actually did write it, this pic haunted me for days so yeah. may peace find you after reading this <3
“look up here, baby,” xiaojun snaps his fingers and you blink, your gaze drawn back to the phone in his hand recording you.
you squint your eyes, blinded by the flash shining bright in your face, accentuating the drool running down your chin and the black mascara smeared around your eyes. you’re a bit dizzy already, not really registering what’s happening—why xiaojun is filming you on his phone, why wonbin and sion are standing around you.
they’re all looking down at you, on your knees with your hands in your lap, opening your mouth for xiaojun who pushes his fingers down your throat once more. his bracelets hang around his wrist and you can see the veins pulsing out along his arm, your eyes following up to the sleeves of his shirt rolled over his biceps.
xiaojun’s fingers press down on your tongue, reaching far inside your mouth, feeling your gag reflex coming in, but you try your best to ignore it. stand still, take it.
“she takes it pretty well,” you hear a voice saying from your right. you feel a hand gently stroking your hair, a hand that belongs to sion, you realize as you look to the side.
“she had the best teacher,” xiaojun says from above, watching you through the screen of his phone. “huh, didn’t you?” he shakes his hand from side to side, making you move your head as well like a dumb puppy.
your eyes sparkle while looking at him, you’re sure of it. you want to say yes, sir, but how do you do that with his fingers inside your mouth?
you can barely form another thought that the pressure on your tongue disappears and you receive a sharp slap across the face. your head follows the fast movement, a whimper slipping past your lips. xiaojun takes a hold of your face immediately after, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.
“yes,” you manage to croak out, your face still stinging from the strike, skin on fire. “the best.”
“i know,” xiaojun grins. “such a painslut.”
as if to confirm his words, you feel your core heating up, your panties wet against your pussy. you’re meant to take it.
“check her panties, you’ll see how well i’ve trained her.”
someone kneels behind you—wonbin, you think—and your torso is pushed down, both of your hands landing flat on the floor. cold fingers hook under the hem of your leggings and they’re being pulled down not long after, resting at your mid-thighs, your sex exposed, bare to the eyes of the three men surrounding you.
“dripping wet,” wonbin confirms, humming as he pulls your pussy lips apart, inspecting you, seeing how your folds glisten under the dim light of the gym. two thick fingers enter you and you gasp out, the intrusion foreign, but you find yourself liking it, longing for more.
the drag of wonbin’s fingers between your walls is painful at first, dry and slow, but your slicks help to ease it up. you whimper and your thighs shake, pussy clenching around him out of instinct. you hear wonbin hissing, saying something about your pussy sucking his fingers in, and then a hand grips your hair, pushing your head down. your ass remains in the air, but your back is arched, cheek pressed against the cold floor.
“stay down, pup. no grabby paws, m’kay?” xiaojun softly instructs you, though his grip on your hair is starting to sting your scalp. you pout, bobbing your head up and down the best you can.
you hide your face behind your arms as the fingers inside of you start to move, thrusting back and forth, xiaojun holding his phone up and filming the whole scene. sion is standing not far away from you, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, watching you getting fingering right in the middle of the empty gym.
you want to reach for something so badly, hold onto someone—maybe sion’s leg? it’s so close to you. or reach behind to grab wonbin’s hand? but you remember; no grabby paws. xiaojun wouldn’t be happy if you disobeyed him.
after a few thrusts of his fingers, wonbin pulls them out of you, leaving you confused and empty, but you let out a gasp of surprise when you instead feel his tongue prodding at your entrance, nose buried in your pussy. after dipping between your folds, tasting you, his tongue moves to your clit, which makes you moan, the shy sound muffled by your arm covering your mouth still. wonbin holds the back of your thighs firmly, preventing you from moving too much, keeping an inch or two of distance between each other. it’s a lot to take in, especially the moment he digs his teeth into the flesh of one of your ass cheeks, definitely leaving a print behind.
you feel so exposed in front of them, scrutinized and watched. you’re not even completely bare and you still feel the humiliation of being naked, three pairs of eyes on you at the same time. it makes you dizzy, makes you feel so, so dumb. useless, only worth being the object of their desires—but you don’t mind as long as you’re being good for xiaojun.
when you cum, you’re barely recovering that they’re switching positions and you have a hard time catching what’s happening. your pulse is going quick, legs shaking, feeling your wetness dripping down your inner thighs and the moisture of wonbin’s tongue still on your cunt.
you’re placed on your butt and someone pulls you to his chest, recognizing sion’s legs on either side of your body. you look up at xiaojun, then wonbin, wondering for a second what will happen next, but you’re caught off guard when sion wraps his arm around your neck. you gasp out audibly, hands flying up immediately to grasp sion’s arm, trying to pull on it, but it does nothing at all. he squeezes more and more until your eyes fill up in water and you fight for air. you kick your legs on the floor, attempting to push yourself up somehow, and you’re in utter distress as wonbin sits down in front of you and catches your ankles between his hands.
“shh, shhh. come on, pretty,” sion whispers, his breath fanning across your cheek. “don’t be so difficult,” he chuckles and you can hear the others laughing, too. you want to behave, you really do, but you physically can’t. your body is telling you to fight, anything to get some air.
why is xiaojun letting this happen? he hits you, yes, countless times and really hard sometimes, but depriving you of air? it’s a first and you’re not sure if you like it.
you think xiaojun says something that makes the others laugh again, and you can see him grinning, making fun of you. you feel defeated, hoping that it’ll end soon.
sion tightens his arm, his bicep flexing around your neck, tilting your head to the side. your mouth closing and opening, clawing at his arm, wriggling in his hold. it’s long, so long until he unfastens his arm from around your throat and you immediately gasp for air, but it doesn’t last a second before he squeezes again, this time taking a chunk of your hair in his other hand. you look at xiaojun, silently begging him with your tearful eyes.
“she looks so dumb,” sion says, his tone light-hearted, as though enamoured of you.
“wait for when she gets fucked,” xiaojun adds in, getting closer to you, recording how his friend holds you in a headlock, leggings down to your mid-thighs, making it so humiliating for you. “she’s even dumber than that—cock makes her so stupid.”
the moment sion lets go of you, you roll off to the side, coughing and crying, massaging your neck. it hurts so much, there’s no way you don’t have it bruised by tomorrow. you really thought this would be it, if sion only held you for a little longer, but he stopped at the right moment. you don’t know if you’ll recover from this, ever.
“here, take the phone.”
it’s blurry all around you and your head feels heavy, it’s like their voices are really far away from you, when you know in reality they’re all very close to you. hands grip your leggings while another pair yanks your top, both undressing your legs and revealing your boobs at the same time.
the head of a cock is pushing at your entrance, and you almost scream as he bottoms out, filling you up to the brim, walls spasming around him. you don’t need to look behind your shoulder to know who it is, you already recognize him by his size and his shape, his familiar hands grabbing your hips.
“fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” xiaojun moans, palm traveling up your back and fingers closing around the hair at the back of your head, rising it up from the floor. “look at wonbin, pup. tell him what it’s like getting your little pussy fucked.”
your eyelids are heavy, threatening to close, but you force yourself to look up, finding wonbin crouched down in front of you, xiaojun’s phone in hand. the flash of the phone blinds you once again, making you squint your eyes. sion is a little off to the side, probably the one who pulled on your top earlier.
“i- i like it,” you sniffle. your voice is hoarse and talking hurts your throat a lot. “ngh- feels so good!” you squeak as xiaojun pounds into you, sounds of skin against skin echoing in the room.
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less nasty and gross as i said it'd be, i hope you guys aren't too disappointed... let me know what you thought of it please! don't forget to reblog <3
why do i genuinely think eunseok is a bully in bed like good boyfriend and sweetheart yeah like how you wrote it but he’s the type NOT to apologize because he genuinely see nothing wrong with it… he says it’s “give and take” and it’s normal for relationships to have something like ‘that’
I get what you mean 😭 the give and take is so accurate. he thinks because he’s a sweetheart to you in every other way he deserves to belittle and bully you in bed and you should take it because it’s your duty. also feel like he’d hold it over your head like if you don’t let him do what he wants during sex then he wont be the sweet and loving boyfriend outside the bedroom
guys I want to announce that I won’t be writing any asks for a little while because I’m focusing on writing something longer I’m sorry please understand
possessive bf!eunseok taking his anger out on you when another man catcalls you in public, fucks you so hard and you just take it bc after all, he is your bf and he still loves you no matter what he does to you right? :(
eunseok’s sigh is agitated as he goes to pull your skirt down with the same energy. his hands are rough and clammy,his movement is flustered and something sinister is brewing underneath him. you can feel it. his skin is way too hot,his brows furrowed and it seems like they’re staying that way for a while. “i knew i shouldn’t have let you wear this skirt…” he mumbles to himself but you still hear it as you two continue walking down the sidewalk.
your stomach does a flip when you hear his tone. he’s pissed,and it’s your fault. his eyes are darting around nervously,quietly inspecting if anybody else is eye fucking his girlfriend. he sighs again. you two reach a corner store and he goes in to buy some cigarettes. then it all happens too fast. as you wait for him outside two guys approach you,snarling at you. in a second one of the men sneaks his hand under your skirt and smacks your ass,disappearing around the corner as fast as they appeared. all of this happens in front of eunseok as he sits frozen at the door of the store.
“eunseok!” you yelp at him to do something,still shocked from the whole ordeal. disgust and shame creeping up your back. he’s still frozen,looking at you. the look in his eyes is terrifying. it’s that look that makes you want to cower away from him,to make yourself as small as possible so the impact isn’t so big. he starts moving and just like that,his hand lands on your cheek. the lingering sting making your face throb as you stumble back a little. “i fucking told you” he says through gritted teeth,”i fucking told you not to wear that thing”. he slaps you again,a few people pass you by looking curiously,but they don’t intervene. eunseok’s crazed look in his eyes and calm but infuriated voice would make anyone look the other way.
“cmon” he grabs you harshly by your wrist,”we’re not going to that damned bar”. then he starts pulling you to your shared apartment,ignoring your pleas and cries. “eunseok let’s talk-“ but his grip around your wrist just tightens. “im not talking to you while your ass is hanging for everybody to see and do as they please” he bites back and your heart swells. you hate it when he’s like this. “you just never listen to me” he talks to himself as he pushes you into the apartment,slamming the door behind him.
a twinge of guilt settles in his chest when he sees you on the floor,mascara running down your face,snot dripping from your nose as you sob and beg for him to forgive you. he can’t help it. you just make him so fucking angry.
his boot collides with the side of your head,making you fall over completely. you look up at him standing tall and proud in front of you. he starts walking over to you,the floor creaking under the hard soles of his boots. then he strikes your stomach with a grunt. your skirt rides up the more you move and the sight makes him even more hostile. “fucking slut” he spits on you,his boot once again meeting your ribs. your screams don’t deter him,in his mind this is how you deserve to be treated if you wear skirts that short. you deserve to be underneath him,taking whatever he gives you.
the image of that guy’s hand under your skirt fondling your cheeks flashes in his mind and he groans. in anger or disgust he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know if he’s disgusted that somebody else dared touch what’s his and only his,or angry at you for parading yourself around like that and not listening to him. “you bitches are all the same” he starts,”always going with that stupid head of yours”. then he kneels down on the floor grabbing you by your ankles and pulling you to him. “what would you do if it weren’t for me?” he inquires,but it’s more of a rhetorical question. you open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up with a harsh slap across your face.
“you probably would’ve been long gone by now” he settles in between your legs,that little scrap of clothing you call a skirt now bunched at your waist. his fingers ghost over your clothes cunt before he pulls your underwear to the side. “raped in some alley by a bunch of low lives,always waiting around for some innocent peace of meat to fall into their jaws” he tuts,the hypothetical scenario making you scrunch your eyebrows. you hear the clink of his belt buckle and the zipper.
“your dead body discarded in the sewers,and at the end what? those dogs would only get 3 years jail time” he continues,laughing at the last part,as if it’s some cautionary tale. in his head it is. eunseok thinks this is teaching you a lesson. he takes his already hard cock out of his boxers,the tip of his head slapping against your clit. he rubs the head around your folds for a bit before he settles for your entrance. he groans,biting his lips as he tries to enter you without any lube. but he breaches in eventually.
“are you listening?” his hand grips your jaw,making you look at him. “if it weren’t for me you would just be another cautionary tale on the news” he stuffs himself to the brim,his other hand gripping your thigh,nails digging into the skin. “-fuck-“ a loud groan erupts from him,his hips flush against yours. “eunseok…” you find strength to call out to him,to snap him out of his rage,”it hurts”. your voice is small,quiet,you’re not even sure if he hears it as he relishes in your tight walls squeezing around him. he does it hear it. and it makes him even harder. it urges him even more.
“i can’t bear the thought of another man having this” his voice is hoarse. his hips set a gentle rhythm as he starts thrusting into you. the friction hurts,you’re far from being aroused and your body tries to push him out. he crouches down so his face is inches from yours. his gaze is different now. his lids are hooded and his eyes are clouded with lust,and something else. “you belong to me okay?” he breathes out and you nod. “only me” his grip on your jaw gets impossibly tight as he starts thrusting harshly.
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS58jDgrU/ eunseok looks too good in every clip of this edit ughh and they somehow remind me of the eunseoks from your fics 😭 /tucks hair behind the ear
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HE DOESSS! 😭 I get what you mean that is how I imagine him too when I’m writing
to be honest, eunseok never actually caught my attention at first, but when I read ur fanfics about him I was just— 😮💨 that man is fine as hell, I can't get him out of my head now !!!! I'm not sure if he's taking sungchan's place as my bias, but he's definitely a bias wrecker now 🙏🏻
HAHAHA I’m so glad anon! my underlying mission to turn everyone eunseok biased is working! I’m curious what fic cemented that for you? 😆
