#scribblequills

SWITCH. switch leaning sub, but service top service top

things that get him worked up : a bit of manhandling, a bit of possessiveness, a bit of begging eyes — when he knows he’s wanted, all of him, and not just his body, that’s what turns him on — the groans of relief after a massage, his partner carrying his bag or his food, innocuous things that show that they care about him

so so so sweet, would hesitate to bring it up, but such a shivery person like this man could look super put together but is just shaking once you get close

just like on stage, when he switches to a more dominant mode, it’s harder to get him out of it . he’ll stay in that space for hours after, taking care of his partner, being a lil bit possessive, but after sleep, he’ll settle down into soft hwa again

doesn’t know his own strength sometimes — forgets that he’s bigger than a lot of people, and often isn’t aware of size difference until it’s staring him in the face

he has a bad dom drop :( if he feels like he hasn’t made his partner feel good, or if it was too quick, or something went wrong, he’ll work so so hard to make it up to them . he often wants to take the care of his partner into his own hands, and if he’s in a dom space while doing this, if his partner rejects him or dismisses him, he can have a pretty bad drop

hips waist hips waist he is so sensitive there — he loves the slide of a soft cotton shirt up as his partner caresses his torso, his stomach, his waist, he loves it all. sometimes he’s a little self conscious, but they can make him feel especially sexy with compliments about his torso, stomach and waist

loves morning sex, waking up next to his lover, soft morning light and messy hair, hot kisses and dry humping through pajamas .. much more clingy in the morning, because he can hardly see with his bangs in his eyes — he’s much more submissive in the mornings

very worshippy will kiss every inch of his partner’s body and comments on them, always seems to know what to say about their insecurities

is weak for the contrast, rough manhandling with whispers and soft compliments, loves being pushed back onto the bed, hands pushed up, pulled, PULL HIS HAIR HOLY, he will stop breathing

ropes, restraints, bdsm SHIT he is into that — leather harnesses are his absolute favorite — secretly really loves collars and harnesses, leather gloves, friction with any fabric surface (he’s a pillow humper sorry not sorry)

bruises please bruise him he wants them everywhere

is a crier, wants his partner to wipe his tears and hold him

he’s so so invested into it, wants to please, wants, wants, wants — he sometimes gets lost in the intimacy, with just how vulnerable it all is

generally won’t initiate because he also loves cuddles and just existing with his partner, being loved

switch switch switch

a VISUAL person. the worst thing you can do is take away his ability to see his partner

a power bottom

he doesn’t need to be taller than them to make them weak, all he has to do is look up, lips parted and eyes dark and he has them wrapped around his finger

the easiest way to get him worked up is light touches when he doesn’t expect it, he’d generally avoid if he’s conscious of it, but if they are in the right places…

and speaking of right places…

his ears. he is weak for his partner’s kisses there, behind his ear, on his jaw right next to it, running their hands through his hair

his hands. his palms are sensitive to scratches, soft thumb circles, pinned hands, tongue, anything — one of his favorite things is running his fingers along his partner’s jaw, into their mouth, just watching his fingers disappear into their obedient mouth

he’s not super sensitive on his chest, but his back. his lower waist and lower back are perfect spots to kiss, to rub, to grab

going back to the visual aspect…

mirrors. blindfolds. videos. photos. mutual masturbation.

the easiest way to overwhelm him is with either so much visual stimuli or none — putting on a show vs. blindfolded; he adores the thrill of mirrors or photos of his partner, though he makes extra sure to secure them so no one but him can see them

consent king consent king

he will almost never approach them first to initiate because he is so awkward but his gaze betrays all , both sides of switch

he would hold himself back for both of their sakes, so he gets really pent up and when he finally gets to let it go, his shoulders are so tense and his stomach is tense, and he really just falls apart

possessive. a little bit like a guard dog — clingy when emotional

oral fixation.

horny at the dinner table, horny in the studio, horny at dance practice … but he has really good self restraint, so his partner’s tongue curling around a piece of food, their cheeks as they suck a straw, the shape of their mouth as they sing, teasingly close to the microphone… lollipops, lip rings, bitten lips, tongue piercings… this man is always staring at his partner’s mouth

which goes right along with his favorite type of sex : oral

literally ANYTHING with his partner’s mouth : finger sucking, gags, blowjobs, being eaten out (only occasionally, but holy shit the tongue…)

his favorite noises are the quiet ones, the murmurs, the whispers, the gasps, the staccato breaths of them as they’re trying to be quiet — the fact that he is close enough to breathe in all of these noises and no one else can is intoxicating

although height and size don’t generally matter to him at, he can get a kick out of dominating someone taller and bigger than him — adrenaline rush, just the thought of looking up at them, then getting them down on their knees, shivering with want has him hot all over

but when he really needs to let go, being led and arranged and talked to, so he can just drink it all in, that’s his ultimate vulnerability. letting his control go so they can just hold him as they know he likes, giving and taking and letting him melt into putty in their hands

he would be a washcloth and pajama type of aftercare person - as someone who gets little sleep anyway, he thrives in the late hours, and would have everything set up beforehand, because that time with his partner is so rare

softly stroking their hair, giving them his oversized long sleeve pajama shirts and holding their hands

but he needs that aftercare too, and his greatest weakness is being brought to bed, curled on a chair while his partner changes the sheets into cool soft new ones, and just drifting into sleep behind his partner’s back, arms around their waist, hands softly clasped over their stomach

morning neck kisses, worrying about hickeys, he is so sweet and so sleepy

he is loved.

hongjoong's pov

hongjoong yawned, feeling his body spread out, go taut, and retract again. he cracked his neck to the side, wincing at the gritty set of cracks that followed. he scrunched his eyes shut and pressed the palms of his hands flat against the spots that danced across his vision, weaving around each other like fireflies.

he glanced at the clock.

two am.

he closed his eyes again.

well. there was hardly much he could do about it now. hongjoong stared blankly at the monitor in front of him and began to absentmindedly poke at a key on the electronic keyboard mat. as he pushed it over and over again, he wondered whether he should head home. it was god-awfully late and god-awfully early at the same time, and although the other members were used to it by now, he hated to wake them up coming back to the dorm. he could always sleep on the couch.

it wasn't as if he hadn't done it before, in fact that couch had become hongjoong's recent resting space despite the claim that he "had a bed in seonghwa's room". that bed had been made perfectly by seonghwa-hyung weeks ago, and he hadn't used it since. on the rare nights he didn't spend at the studio, he would often just sleep on the couch anyway after drifting off during a movie night with all of them together.

he rubbed his eyes, turned off the monitor, and grabbed his coat on the way out the door.

the dorm was quiet, and hongjoong tried to be quieter.

he dropped his messenger bag down on a chair in the common area, and collapsed on the couch. it let out a loud creak and hongjoong winced.

alright. he was home, he was back.

and he was so tired. holy fuck.

hongjoong let his head fall back onto the throw pillow, and was asleep within minutes.

the next day, he awoke to the sound of the coffee maker and vibrations against his stomach. muffled voices filtered through the fluff in his ears, and he rolled over slowly, dully registering the ache gripping his back.

"hongjoong-hyung~" the voice was clearer now, and closer.

"go away, wooyoung." hongjoong groaned into the cushion.

"nuh uh-" wooyoung poked him in the shoulder, hard. "time to get up, we have a schedule at ten."

hongjoong squinted, blinking at the sunlight coming through the window next to the couch.

"why are you being the responsible one?" he asked. "is yunho dead?"

wooyoung pouted, sweeping his fingers through his hair.

"no, but seonghwa-hyung made breakfast, so you should come eat."

"aiyah, fine..." he groaned and sat up. san and yeosang sat at the table, quickly eating their kimchi pancakes. san was done before hongjoong could even sit down, and ran off into the hallway to grab the shower before mingi woke up.

"hey, did you hear that eden is taking on a new producer?" seonghwa called from the kitchen.

a new producer? it had been just him, maddox, eden, buddy, leez, and ollounder for years. six or seven producers for one group seemed like plenty. of course, a new face was always welcome in the kq family, but ... why? maybe a new project eden-ary was working on?

"no, i didn't ... any particular reason?"

seonghwa shook his head.

"no idea. maybe an intern? eden might train then and send them off somewhere else."

"unlikely, he likes to keep good people here." hongjoong replied. "doesn't trust big companies."

which was totally fair. hongjoong didn't trust them either. a twinge of bitterness stirred inside him. it was no secret that the rest of the korean music industry shunned kq despite ateez's global success, threatening to buy up their resources and force them out of certain typical k-pop show circuits. still, it ... seemed that so many people weren't aware. or just didn't care.

seonghwa contemplated that, turned back to the stove and flipped the pancake that had browned deliciously in the time they had exchanged words.

"true…”

“do you know whether they’ll be working with us? or with the trainees?” hongjoong rested his face on one hand and glanced back towards the hallway where the others had disappeared to. seonghwa smiled, dark hair falling into his face.

“considering the trainees won’t be debuting for at least another year and a half…” he trailed off, and pulled the pan off the stove to walk towards hongjoong at the table. spatula in hand, he pushed the kimchi pancakes onto the waiting plate and turned back around to return the pan to the kitchen before circling back with his own portion.

“so us… i’m guessing.” hongjoong focused intensely on the rocking of his knife on the pancakes, tuning out bits and pieces of seonghwa’s next sentence. they really didn’t need another producer. the six of them worked nearly seamlessly on their own. he had no idea whether the new person was even their age. would they be fresh out of high school? mid thirties?

hongjoong had no idea what to expect when he walked into the studio later that afternoon, but he certainly didn’t expect … this.

in their normal recording booth stood a person with long, dark hair tied up in a half bun at the top of their head, singing softly into the recording mic. their silver rimmed glasses sat at the very tip of their nose, seconds away from falling off, and their hands, adorned with chunky rings, grasped at the bottom of their black oversized sweater as they faded in and out of head voice, a smooth tenor like nothing hongjoong had ever heard.

hongjoong blinked. he looked towards the producer booth, and caught a glimpse of eden’s long nose and brown hair.

the violent peak of a microphone nearly caused hongjoong to jump out of his skin, and he whipped back around to the window of the recording booth to see that the glasses had indeed slipped forward off their nose and into the microphone guard, seeming to startle them so badly they backed up and hit the soundproofed wall. the person seemed to come out of some sort of stupor, and dropped out of sight to search for the glasses.

“it’s alright. i really love your tone. you will have no problem at all with demos, as your range is pretty impressive already.” eden spoke calmly and objectively, compliments sounding like simple facts to take in stride. hongjoong poked his head around the divider and nodded at the producer sitting at the desk, who turned and gave him a look before turning quickly back to the window presumably to answer something the person had said. “no, no… not immediately. i want you to get a feel for the family here at kq before jumping straight into work. before meeting… the members.”

eden shot another piercing look at hongjoong, whose eyes widened and he retreated to the couch at the back of the room and sunk into it, pulling out his phone to look busy.

how was he supposed to know that they would be in his typical recording booth? and why was eden so determined to keep this person—the new producer, hongjoong assumed—separated from ateez before they got used to the … building? odd.

“you’re free to go,” eden said, headphones still secure on his head. “i’ll meet you in the lobby in a few minutes to show you the upper floors. gotta take care of something.” he paused for a second, listening to the man on the other side of the window. “yeah, there’s some vending machines around the corner on the right side.”

the lead producer got up out of his seat, took his headphones off with a sigh, glanced over his shoulder at hongjoong, who simply shrugged, and disappeared around the divider. he heard the sound of a door opening, a few muffled voices, and a door closing. eden’s shuffled feet found their way back around to the back area again, and he settled into the cushioned swivel chair across from hongjoong’s position on the couch.

hongjoong paused. his stomach was an odd mixture of watercolors, orange anxiety, yellow curiosity, blue confusion and pink fascination.

“who was that?” he asked, putting down his phone and looking up at eden, who had a vaguely amused expression on his face.

“our newest staff,” eden replied, leaning back in his chair and gesturing at the computer on the desk. “a new addition to eden-ary.”

“huh.”

“don’t be too enthusiastic, hongjoong-ssi.”

“what’s their name?”

eden paused, as if preparing to say something difficult.

“matsuoka seiji.”

he took a second to sound out the name silently. his tongue stumbled over the ‘tsu’ and missed the ‘i’, but it was… pretty.

“and…”

“he’ll be in this room every day for an hour for the next… week or so,” eden remarked, spinning around in his chair. “then we’ll bring him into one of our meetings, and see how it goes from there.”

hongjoong nodded, a small contemplative frown forming on his face. he was curious to see what this new person could do. seiji. a small tug in his chest send his mind spiraling. what if he hated it here? what if he just didn’t fit cohesively with the team? they’d have to wait and see, i suppose.

“would you hate it if i sat in the corner during your guys’ … lessons or whatever it is he’s here for?”

eden frowned.

“i would prefer you didn’t. just for… his comfort.”

hongjoong nodded, disappointed.

“well, either way, you’ll get to meet him properly soon,” eden said. “don’t you worry.”

taking that as his queue to leave, hongjoong stood up from the couch, tucked his phone in his pocket, and stepped towards the door.

“see you soon, eden-ssi.” he nodded at the older man with a smile, and stepped out.

seiji’s pov

matsuoka seiji collapsed against the wall as soon as the door to the recording room closed.

matsuoka seiji was going to lose his fucking job. he could not believe he broke his glasses on the first day.

matsuoka seiji could not go back to osaka.