ritza ☆

"P-please...please!"

A small chuckle escapes you, nearly drowned out by the electric buzzing coming from the vibrator you're currently pressing against your boyfriend's cock. He looks like a damn dream, lithe body trembling, hands gripping the sheets below him so tightly that his knuckles are white...and that gorgeous satin blindfold wrapped around his eyes.

"You've only cum twice, baby. You know our rule," You hum, your hand wrapping around the base of his length, moving the vibrator up to his angry red and leaking tip. He cries out, his abs tensing at the almost unbearable pleasure coursing through him. "You have to cum at least five times."

His face twists up, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he frantically shakes his head. "I c-can't...nngh...p-p-please!" He cries out, although his hips betray him as he tries to buck into your hand.

"Shh, yes you can, angel. Mommy's right here to take care of her sweet boy. Just three more and then we can stop."

The sight of his painfully hard dick standing taut against his lower abdomen is always so beautiful to you, and sometimes you wish you could have it etched into your eyelids. The feeling of his cock twitching and leaking all over your hand might serve as competition though.

"Fuck, f-fuck!" His voice comes out in a whine, his entire body writhing as the third orgasm rips through him. His cum coats your entire hand, making a small moan escape you. "M-mommy please..." He whimpers, one of his hands letting go of the sheets and blindly reaching out for you - a rule he's not allowed to break, but it's obvious that he's more overwhelmed than usual, so you intertwine your hand with his to remind him that you're there.

"I'm here, angel, I'm here." You say sweetly, but his grip only tightens on your hand.

"I-I need it...o-off! Nngh- ah! Please...p-please!"

You're confused for a moment before realizing that he's talking about the blindfold, a loud whimper escaping him at the painful overstimulation from the vibrator still buzzing against his tip. You don't want to push him too far since the aftermath is never fun for either of you, so you remove your hand from his length and reach up to carefully pull the satin material off from around his head, though your breath gets caught in your throat as your eyes meet his.

Gorgeous, sparkling tears have welled in his wide eyes, now slipping down his flushed cheeks. His swollen lips are parted, desperate pants escaping him as he tries to fight off his fourth orgasm. He looks ethereal.

"You're so pretty when you cry..." You murmur, removing your hand from his so your thumb could gently grace the side of his face, eliciting the sweetest sounding moan from him at your mere touch.

His eyes squeeze shut, wet lashes sticking to his soft skin as the tears continue to paint his cheeks. His hips buck yet again, his eyes opening to find yours.

The sound of his whiny, raspy cries almost puts you into a damn trance, but his words are quick to keep you grounded. "I- ah~! I n-need your...fingers." He desperately tries to bring your hand up to his mouth. "F-f-fingers, please."

Normally you're in full control over him, but in times like this, you can't help but give him what he wants. Besides, he sounds beautiful when he begs.

"Open up then, baby, they're right here." Your voice makes him whimper yet again, mouth falling open as you slip two cum covered fingers inside, his plush lips closing around them. It makes sense why he needed them as his fourth orgasm washes over him the moment your fingertips are meeting his tongue. "That's my good boy...fuck, you sound amazing." A groan escapes you as his body trembles and shakes, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head at the now painful pleasure, but he loves it so much.

He begins to cry harder, tears wetting his sweaty neck, his tongue working on your fingers like they're the sweetest lollipop he's ever sucked on. He can taste his cum that was coating your fingers, his cock twitching as a result. He's completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with himself as he helplessly sucks on your digits and cries.

"One more for me, Hwa. Be my little angel and cum for me one last time." You coo, knowing that he needs the extra support to push him over the edge.

He's desperately pulling your fingers from his mouth as your words help his fifth and final orgasm slam into him, his cum shooting up and coating his stomach. "Mommy!" He cries, body falling forward into yours as he shakes, his muscles aching with the strength of the pleasure coursing through him.

You only leave the vibrator long enough to help him ride out his high before quickly turning it off and tossing it aside, gathering him into your arms. "Shh, take deep breaths...you did so good for me, baby." You whisper, one of your hands soothing over his hair.

His entire body is trembling, cock numb, hair damp, and tears still streaming down his face, but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else in this moment. "I love you." He whimpers out, hands weakly rubbing your back as he grounds himself.

A small smile appears on your face as you turn to press a feather light kiss against his temple. "I love you too, Hwa."

Once he's completely back on earth, you whisk him away for a calming bath, and if anyone were to see you two whispering sweet words, tangled in each other's arms beneath the warm water, they wouldn't have the slightest clue that he was a shaking mess for you only minutes ago.

"You made it all too easy for me, doll." The words echo from behind the terrifying mask that has consumed the man before you, an uncanny face so void of real human emotion staring back at you. Eyes empty. Smile stretching so wide, like it physically hurts.

You know that voice. You can only sit there and let the tears that have welled in your eyes fall onto your cheeks, the denial no longer comforting you. You know that voice.

"Seonghwa?"

The silence is sickening.

He doesn't move or make a sound, like he's waiting for the right moment to attack. You can feel your blood run cold as a dark chuckles erupts from his chest after a moment that feels like eternity.

"Clever girl."

Your breath quickens, becoming erratic as you struggle against the ropes binding your wrists behind your back. "This isn't funny." You state, desperately trying to bring the denial back. You want it to hold you again, to make itself at home in your stomach and your head. "This isn't funny! I don't know what kind of a sick joke you're playing but I don't fucking like it, let me go!" You're turning into a madman, thrashing around as if this is a nightmare you can wake yourself from.

His head tilts as he watches you, amused at how quickly you succumbed to your fears. He was once your timid best friend, always at your beck and call, always willing to throw himself to the wolves for you. But now he's got you where he's always wanted you.

At his mercy.

And he wants more of it.

He clicks his tongue, moving the knife in his hold closer to his mask adorned face, the blade glinting in the faint moonlight leaking through the broken windows surrounding the two of you. His eyes trail over it like it's made of rare diamonds, and he can feel himself growing antsy. "You're right. This isn't funny. It never has been, doll." He hums, slowly approaching you now.

"Get away! Get away from me!" You scream desperately, turning into a sobbing mess that makes his eyes glimmer.

He grips your jaw with bruising force, fingertips soaking in the warmth of your skin against his cool touch. "You can scream all you want. No one can hear you out here." He takes a moment to relish the tears dripping down his fingers before speaking again. "You don't know how long I've waited for this. All that time I spent watching you palm guys during movies or suck them off in dark parking lots. All those pictures I have of you touching yourself and whining into your pillow at night so that your parents won't know you're just a filthy whore."

You feel sick. Every word coming out of his mouth makes you feel like you're going to pass out, your eyes practically bulging out of your head. "P-please stop..." You murmur mindlessly, needing the denial to hit you like a truck. You need it to consume you again.

"I've waited so long to finally show you how much I care about you. How much I treasure you. You're a prize to be won, love...but I can't win a prize without playing a game first, right?"

"A...game?"

He releases your face, his hand slowly moving to peel the terrifying mask off, but all you see is another monster underneath. You don't even recognize who you're starting at, a sinister smile tugging at his lips. He looks just like your best friend. The resemblance is uncanny.

But this isn't your best friend anymore.

"Oh, my pretty girl..." He slowly rounds to the back of the chair, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it back harshly, chuckling at the yelp that escapes you. The blade presses against your neck, his eyes growing darker at the fear in your own. "I know you're smart, so I'm sure you'll enjoy this game." He hums, pressing his stomach against the back of your head to keep you in place as his hands moves down to begin tracing the neckline of your low cut top. He adores the way you tense, goosebumps rising on your skin. "It's like hide and seek. You hide, and I seek you."

Your lip quivers as you listen to him, wishing that he would just let you die right now. But succumbing won't do you any good, so you let out a shaky breath, gathering whatever semblance of yourself is left.

"What if I win this...game?"

Something flashes in his eyes that you can't make out, his lips still curled into that damn smile.

"Then you get to make a phone call."

"And if you win?"

You're terrified of the answer.

Seonghwa's eyes grow impossibly darker, the blade pushing further against your neck as his fingertips finally dip below the neckline of your top, tracing the edge of your lace bra.

"Then I get to enjoy my prize."

His prize.

You.

His hands slides deeper into your shirt, now cupping your breast, giving it a light squeeze as you begin to cry harder. But it only eggs him on to grope and fondle your chest, and he can feel himself get excited at the thought of molding you into his perfect little plaything.

"Stop!" You scream, now a complete sobbing mess.

His actions stop abruptly, his hand pulling out from under your shirt to grip your jaw once more. You can't even process anything before he's slicing your chest, just deep enough to create a minor gash above your breasts and below your collarbone. A scream rips through you, but you're so blinded by the pain that you don't realize he'd cut you free as well.

"I'll stop if you win, doll." He taunts, shoving you out of the chair and watching with satisfaction as your body falls to the floor. "It's easy. If you're clever enough to have figured out it was me behind that mask, then you're clever enough to win. But you're nowhere near home and there's not a soul for miles out in this place...maybe it'll be a little challenging for you."

"Fuck you!" You hiss out, hand pressing to your chest, your heart pounding at the warm blood that coats your palm.

"I'm sure you'd love to, slut. You had no problem being a little whore for all those dickheads that you were stupid enough to satisfy." He hums, admiring the crimson liquid coating the blade of his knife now. "After all, you have said before that you'd do anything for your best friend."

You will yourself to look up at him, tears streaming down your face, and you nearly want to gauge your eyes out at the way he's looking at you. "You're not my best friend. You're a fucking monster." You hiss.

Seonghwa simply laughs, slowly moving towards you now, and loving how you begin to scoot back with every step he takes forward, knife twirling in his hand.

"Oh, I plan on showing you just how much of a monster I can be, doll." His lips curl up into that sickening smile yet again, and that's all it takes for you to get on your feet, stumbling back as he continues to advance towards you. That is until he brings his free hand up lazily, placing it over his eyes as he begins to count. "One...two...three..."

You feel all the color drain from your face, and suddenly it feels hard to breathe.

HONGJOONG - hard dom

don't be fooled by his small size and gentle nature, i think hongjoong is the biggest dom in all of ateez. he thrives when he's in control and loves having that power over his partner. he's incredibly teasing and will push his partner to their limits all for his own satisfaction. but of course that gentle, loving nature comes out every so often.

SEONGHWA - versatile switch

seonghwa is undoubtedly the most versatile out of all members in my opinion. he can range from being a hard dom to the most submissive boy ever - it all depends on his headspace! he loves to be cared for and babied, but also loves to be in charge and take control just as much. it always changes depending on the day.

YUNHO - soft dom

yunho is a gentle giant, and especially because he's so big, i think he likes to be careful when being intimate with his partner. however, this doesn't mean that he won't absolutely love to turn his partner into the biggest mess possible. he adores being able to affect them in a way no one else can.

YEOSANG - soft sub

in my opinion, he is the one and only sub in ateez. while he shows off his confidence on stage, he's extremely shy in the bedroom. while he's not always the one in control, he never misses an opportunity to make his partner feel good and will do everything in his power to make them fall apart. he just needs a little guidance!

SAN - versatile dom

san is versatile in all that he does, and i think that goes for pleasuring his partner as well. he definitely loves to be in control, and he can switch between rough fucking and gentle love making like nobody's business. he loves to care for his partner and isn't afraid to show all sides of himself to them while making them fall apart.

MINGI - versatile switch

like seonghwa, i think mingi is very versatile in the sense that he can take control but also give it up with ease. i think he leans more soft dom, but is as nasty as they come (we've all seen how he uses his hips). but of course he adores being babied, so i think he'd like to take turns with his partner often in the bedroom.

WOOYOUNG - bratty switch

all i have to say is that this man is a brat. b r a t. doesn't matter if he's fucking the living daylights out of his partner or whining to get what he wants, he's a little demon. he finds satisfaction in pushing buttons to get the reactions he wants, and it doesn't matter if he's domming or subbing, he's always the one in control. (this little shit)

JONGHO - soft dom