Requested by wufouxeuk
CW // some degrading.

A young male strutted down a runway with tall, skinny black heels as music burst through the speakers, though many would argue the music was barely audible over all the bass.

The man paused as his hand wrapped around the polished stripper pole. His shiny heel kicked around so his calf could hug the metal. He grinned flirtatiously at the spectators below him in velvet loveseats with money in their wrinkled hands. It was a weekday, meaning the old ones came in.

Wooyoung tossed his head back as he pulled his tight red corset up and over his exposing chest. No peeking. Not yet. Surely the men were turned on now.

Wooyoung swung himself with ease in a front hook movement. It was a simple movement, but that still wooed his viewers.

Wooyoung sighed as he made eye contact with multiple masked men. It was the mandate of the club: to be mysterious and preserve both the workers' and customers' identities.

His audience was never left hungry. They enjoyed this enigmatic character Wooyoung played. A beautiful, coquettish diva who danced smoothly and powerfully. There were even instances where regulars paid for lap dances and attempted to ask Wooyoung for his name or phone number. Anything to get to know him.

"Mm, well, my boyfriends call me princess," Wooyoung softly says.

"Boyfriends?"

"That's only when I'm good. When I'm a brat..." he shrugs nonchalantly. "I can be called many things when I'm a brat," the dancer giggles.

His client would fall silent from then on.

Wooyoung wrapped his legs around the pole, letting go and teasingly biting his lip at the men. He watched as one specifically placed a hand over his crotch. Poor thing. It must be a new customer.

The dancer extended an arm to help himself down, but as he set one leg down, his world shook. Wooyoung held onto the pole for stability.

Then the music crossfaded to another track—time for another dancer.

Wooyoung saw how their eyes shifted to the incoming dancer on the runway. He inhaled and started back. His coworker touched his shoulder reassuringly, and he was now backstage.

"Wooyoung! Are you alright?" a familiar voice called.

"I'm fine, Yeosang! Who changed the music?" Wooyoung gritted through his teeth. "I could've kept going."

"I did."

"Why?!"

"You stumbled and look sick! Look at you! Your face is flushed!" Yeosang wrapped his strong hands around Wooyoung's wrists to hold him. "Let's go home. You need to rest."

"I'm alright."

"You're not."

"You need to be bartending-"

"Wooyoung!"

The dancer fell quiet at his boyfriend's assertive tone. He rarely heard him like this.

"I'm sorry, baby... I just want you to get rest. You overwork yourself a lot." Yeosang pulled the younger into a hug. "I don't want to see you fall when I'm ten feet away and could've done something to prevent it."

"S-Sorry, Yeosang."

"It's okay. Why don't we go home? I'll treat you to a snack on our way."

"Thank you."

The pair was allowed to leave early that night. And when they arrived home, the members were worried yet thankful Yeosang had brought Wooyoung home.

"Have you been eating okay, sweetheart?" Seonghwa asked.

"Mostly..."

"Slept well?" Hongjoong arched an eyebrow.

"Eh."

"There's our answer," San muttered. Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

"I said I'm okay."

"Yet you almost collapsed."

"But I'm fine now," Wooyoung groaned. "You don't need to worry about me so much."

Mingi felt his heart sting at the sentence. "We shouldn't? Isn't that why we're dating?"

Wooyoung bit his lower lip with remorse. "Wait, no, Mingi- I didn't mean it that way. Babe, come back!"

Wooyoung glumly looked down at his lap when he heard Mingi's bedroom door shut.

"He thinks about us a lot," Yunho softly said. "Mingi cares about our health more than we think."

"I know." Wooyoung sighed. "I need to talk to him."

Wooyoung felt for Mingi's door. He pushed his hands against the wood and stepped into the dark room.

"Min?"

"Hm?"

Wooyoung stepped towards the voice, climbing into bed and caressing Mingi's body. The older turned to wrap an arm around his waist. Now it was quiet, just Wooyoung and Mingi staring at each other in the darkness.

"I love you, Wooyoungie."

Wooyoung tapped Mingi's nose. "Ditto." He laughed.

"I want you to stay home tomorrow. You've been working too many extra shifts. I know it's for us, but..."

Wooyoung sadly smiled, then nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"What?"

Mingi caressed Wooyoung's cheek. "You didn't answer me like a brat this time. That's shocking."

"A brat?" Wooyoung repeated. "You want a bratty Wooyoungie?"

Wooyoung suddenly hoisted himself up, threw a leg over Mingi, then straddled him with a sick grin. He leaned forward, pressing his veiny hands to Mingi's chest.

"Do you think so lowly of me, Min?" he whispered.

"F-Fuck you."

"Mhm, fuck me." Wooyoung buckled his hips and peered down at his boyfriend. "Are you hard already, sweetheart?"

"Yeah... Shit." Mingi slipped his hands under Wooyoung's loose shirt. He could feel the soft flesh under his cold hands, ready to be grabbed.

And suddenly, he couldn't feel the pleasant weight of Wooyoung's ass on his erection anymore.

"Goodnight, Mangi. Sleep well."

"Wooyoung-"

"Love you." Wooyoung blew him a kiss, opened the door, then left. His heart was palpitating at the excitement of getting one out of seven boyfriends aroused. It became his mission for tonight, as it was more stimulating than a restful night of sleep.

"Everything okay?" Yunho asked once he walked out.

"Yeah. I'm taking tomorrow off."

"Good." Yunho raised an eyebrow as Wooyoung lifted his arms.

"Take me to bed." Yunho playfully stuck his tongue out, obeying his boyfriend's orders. He scooped an arm beneath Wooyoung's muscular thigh as the other held onto his lower shoulders. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, kissing his cheek.

As Yunho lowered Wooyoung into bed, he felt a tug from the other that made him stumble into bed with him. Wooyoung grinned, lifting Yunho's chin.

Their lips touched softly... at first. Wooyoung's hands then moved to feel Yunho's hardworking body. His broad shoulders, firm chest... his boyfriend's form was a dream.

"Babe... I always love your kisses," Wooyoung moaned. His hands fondled Yunho's hair, digging through the soft strands with ease.

"Shit, don't talk to me that way," Yunho growled. His hips rolled front and back, loving how they brushed against Wooyoung's bottom. He couldn't imagine their clothes off, bodies colliding with each other, one smack after another.

Wooyoung snuck a hand down and felt the hardness in Yunho's pants. He played with it — squeezing the long length with his pretty fingers and buckling his hips to touch.

Yunho couldn't stop shaking. What was he doing to him? From a mere touch over his jeans.

"It's so big, Yunho... Fuck, will it fit inside me?"

"I can make it..."

Wooyoung leaned up to suck on Yunho's bottom lip. "Cum, babe."

Yunho released a short sigh as he came. He was embarrassed to have done it in his jeans. All because of Wooyoung.

But the younger dismissed him with a smile. "I should go shower."

San let a soft moan leave his lips as the warm water brushed against his honey-toned skin, rinsing his blonde hair for the first time. He shut it off and started scrubbing the fruit-scented shampoo through his locks.

Wooyoung bit his lip at the sight. What a fucking man. The way his eyes closed while washing his scalp. His sculpted body...

"H-Huh?" San opened his eyes when he heard the shower door slide.

"Shh..." Wooyoung lifted his arms to massage his boyfriend's scalp. San exhaled with comfort.

"What are you doing to me, baby?"

Wooyoung didn't respond as he turned on the showerhead again, water running over them. But he was caught off guard when San turned and trapped him against the cold wall.

"Is this a joke to you, Wooyoung?" San whispered. Wooyoung caressed the back of his neck and flashed pure eyes.

"What's a joke?"

"You're up to no good, Young-ah."

Wooyoung pouted his lip. "I just wanted to shower with you, Sannie." He innocently gasped at the poke on his hip.

"See what you've done?" San lifted Wooyoung's chin.

"I didn't do anything," Wooyoung retorted. "You can't control yourself."

Wooyoung pushed San away as he stepped out of the shower. As he took the towel to dry himself, he made sure to bend down and provoke the older. After all, he just wanted to make sure he was dry.

Then he tucked one edge of the fluffy white towel around his waist and left for the kitchen.

"Hey, hyung." Wooyoung casually opened the fridge.

Seonghwa didn't spare a look from where he was washing dishes. "Hm?"

"I said hey, that's all." Wooyoung shrugged and grazed past him. Seonghwa casually lifted his eyes, curious to see what Wooyoung was planning to eat, but his attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Ugh, there's no bowls up here. Maybe down?" Wooyoung bent down and craned his neck to peer into the cabinet.

Seonghwa swallowed hard. The towel was much too short to cover. Much less as the boy bent 90 degrees. He hummed in excitement.

"There's one! I can get ice cream now." Wooyoung excitedly opened the freezer above and extended an arm. Seonghwa drooled at his boyfriend's pretty form. He was a dancer, and he kept in good shape. Yet many tended to ignore the pressure Wooyoung felt while trying to uphold this every day with no rest.

"Ah! Did you wash my costume, honey?" Wooyoung set the ice cream bowl down.

"The maid outfit? It's... dried, I think." Seonghwa couldn't help but crane his head to see Wooyoung on all fours, searching through the dryer for his outfit.

His ass was on full display — perked up as his chest dropped low. His pink hole was puckered and ready to swallow anyone's dick in. What a slut, Seonghwa explicitly thought.

Seonghwa couldn't eliminate the infinite scenarios playing in his head, which involved ripping that damn towel off and fucking him over the kitchen island. Not even as Wooyoung thanked him with a kiss and skipped into the living room with his ice cream.

"What are you guys watching?"

"An action movie," Jongho replied. His eyes were glued to the screen. "The main character's a badass and..."

"...And?" Wooyoung sucked the spoon as he plopped down between Jongho and Yeosang. The couch was only made for two, essentially a loveseat, so when Wooyoung sat down, he was practically sitting on two muscular thighs.

"Just... watch."

"Hm." Wooyoung sighed and shifted upward. He didn't acknowledge how his towel dragged up a few inches as the slit exposed more of his inner thigh.

No, he didn't notice it as he lapped the sweet strawberry ice cream off the spoon and licked it clean. The movie was just too entertaining.

At last, Jongho couldn't resist and casually set a hand on Wooyoung's thigh. His slim fingers softly gripped the flesh beneath it.

Wooyoung was the inimitable, ethereal angel sent from the deepest, darkest crevices of hell.

The affection didn't last long. Wooyoung turned his legs to one side so he could cuddle Yeosang by wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Then he shook his ass to rub against Jongho's upper thigh.

"Woo," Yeosang called. "You're not watching the movie."

"I know. I want to watch you." Wooyoung poked Yeosang's cheek.

Jongho's look killed anyone who even dared a glance at him right now. It wasn't fair. Unfair to have Wooyoung play with them like this. Unfair that his beady, fox-like eyes weren't staring into his right now.

"Angel..." Jongho groaned and gently placed a hand on Wooyoung's waist. "Don't do this to me."

Wooyoung was too busy kissing Yeosang's neck to reply. He wiggled his ass a little more to tempt to younger. And it did.

Jongho trailed his hand down to the curve of Wooyoung's bottom. The towel barely covered him anymore. He licked his middle finger and ran it over his rim.

"A-Ah." Wooyoung panted against Yeosang's lips. The both of them were in a battle of tongues, fighting for dominance. Yeosang, frustrated with the work Wooyoung was putting up, finally grasped his damp, black hair.

Wooyoung's heart skipped with joy. Yeosang was never a big talker during sex. On the contrary, he demonstrated his discussion through action. And sharp, careless tugs were a result of heated anger. It was as if his deep brown eyes were calling Wooyoung all the most vulgar names to describe his game. Whore, slut, bitch, brat.

Wooyoung happily divulged in the attention.

"They're c-cold, Jongho..."

Jongho rolled his eyes pitilessly at the complaint. "You like it when things are in you, though, hm? Your pretty hole just wants anything up there."

Wooyoung exhaled at the lack of touch his dick cried about. He knew the person who put him through this was himself, but he still wanted to mess with the boys before he could finish on his own.

Cue Hongjoong's room.

Wooyoung, now disheveled and whining at his throbbing dick, stumbled into the older's room and locked the door. Hongjoong immediately made some room for him to lay down.

Hongjoong ignored the almost nude state his boyfriend was in. "Tough day?" he whispered while brushing black strands aside.

"It's... u-ugh..." Wooyoung moaned as Hongjoong drew circles around his inner thigh. "Hyung..."

"I'm not even touching you there, and you're still melting for me."

"It's still... s-so good."

Hongjoong lifted Wooyoung's chin to observe his dreamy bedroom eyes. Cute.

Fingers still skimming his honey skin, Hongjoong kissed Wooyoung's lovely lips. It was short, but at the same time, Wooyoung loudly groaned. A single tug from Hongjoong's fist sent him over the edge. The younger rolled his hips and exhaled to calm himself down.

"There you go, princess. Hey." Hongjoong felt Wooyoung's tongue run over his thumb to lick his cum. Dirty brat.

Wooyoung watched as Hongjoong stood and tenderly wiped his lower region clean, threw blankets over his bare, curled up figure, then crawled into bed in the dark.

"You've had a long day. Go to sleep." Hongjoong pressed his lips to Wooyoung's temple and hugged his waist. It didn't take long for both to drift into a deep sleep.

Wooyoung smiled to himself. He felt proud of his actions.

But it wasn't to his surprise when in the morning, Hongjoong was no longer at his side, and Wooyoung was cuffed to the bed instead.

A little bit of a different ot8... the end is up to you ;)