[fic] Stumbling Whip (Donghae/Ryeowook)
Title: Stumbling Whip
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Summary: When he'd stumbled for the fourth time on stage, Donghae took Ryeowook by the wrist and roughly dragged him through the dorms and into his room, slamming the door shut behind them.
Warning: Whipping, non-con?
Notes: I'm in a crack pairing mood me thinks. I've NEVER written this sort of kink before, but a friend threw the prompt at me and I had to oblige *ded*
When he'd stumbled for the fourth time on stage, Donghae took Ryeowook by the wrist and roughly dragged him through the dorms and into his room, slamming the door shut behind them. "Donghae, what are you--" The stronger boy pushed Ryeowook onto the bed face first and moments later a sudden pain erupted from Ryeowook's rear, making him jump, the soft cloth of his dance sweats not at all dissipating the sudden whip of pain that spread. "Donghae?!" He turned his face to see Donghae standing with his belt dangling in one hand and an expression much more serious than the one that he used on stage marring his face. It scared Ryeowook more than he wanted to admit.
"What...What are you doing?" Ryeowook made an attempt to stand, but Donghae would have nothing of it. He took a hold of Ryeowook's wrists and roughly pinned them behind Ryeowook's back. Donghae's breath tickled Ryeowook's ear as he whispered huskily "I'm teaching you a lesson."
The next hit was unexpected and had Ryeowook wincing, face hot with embarrassment as small whimpers escaped his lips. He hoped that none of the others were home yet. Hoped so badly that no one would walk in and see this. Fire burned through his body, and each whip sent him lurching forward and made him rub himself on the sheets, eliciting a response that his brain protested. "St...stop..." The plea came out as a moan, the whip tracing liquid fire over him. "Oh god, stop...Donghae!"
Eventually the other did stop, throwing his belt at Ryeowook. "Next time you think of stumbling, you think of this." Donghae turned and walked out, leaving Ryeowook lying there, panting with tears falling down his eyes and over cheeks flushed crimson. Not from the pain, but from the need pulsing through his body.
As soon as the door closed, he pushed his pants down, wincing and moaning as the cloth came in contact with his blushing behind. His hand ventured over his shame and tugged at it until pleasure washed over him in waves.
Slumping over the aftermath, Ryeowook's not sure if his dancing skills just went from bad to worse.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Summary: When he'd stumbled for the fourth time on stage, Donghae took Ryeowook by the wrist and roughly dragged him through the dorms and into his room, slamming the door shut behind them.
Warning: Whipping, non-con?
Notes: I'm in a crack pairing mood me thinks. I've NEVER written this sort of kink before, but a friend threw the prompt at me and I had to oblige *ded*
When he'd stumbled for the fourth time on stage, Donghae took Ryeowook by the wrist and roughly dragged him through the dorms and into his room, slamming the door shut behind them. "Donghae, what are you--" The stronger boy pushed Ryeowook onto the bed face first and moments later a sudden pain erupted from Ryeowook's rear, making him jump, the soft cloth of his dance sweats not at all dissipating the sudden whip of pain that spread. "Donghae?!" He turned his face to see Donghae standing with his belt dangling in one hand and an expression much more serious than the one that he used on stage marring his face. It scared Ryeowook more than he wanted to admit.
"What...What are you doing?" Ryeowook made an attempt to stand, but Donghae would have nothing of it. He took a hold of Ryeowook's wrists and roughly pinned them behind Ryeowook's back. Donghae's breath tickled Ryeowook's ear as he whispered huskily "I'm teaching you a lesson."
The next hit was unexpected and had Ryeowook wincing, face hot with embarrassment as small whimpers escaped his lips. He hoped that none of the others were home yet. Hoped so badly that no one would walk in and see this. Fire burned through his body, and each whip sent him lurching forward and made him rub himself on the sheets, eliciting a response that his brain protested. "St...stop..." The plea came out as a moan, the whip tracing liquid fire over him. "Oh god, stop...Donghae!"
Eventually the other did stop, throwing his belt at Ryeowook. "Next time you think of stumbling, you think of this." Donghae turned and walked out, leaving Ryeowook lying there, panting with tears falling down his eyes and over cheeks flushed crimson. Not from the pain, but from the need pulsing through his body.
As soon as the door closed, he pushed his pants down, wincing and moaning as the cloth came in contact with his blushing behind. His hand ventured over his shame and tugged at it until pleasure washed over him in waves.
Slumping over the aftermath, Ryeowook's not sure if his dancing skills just went from bad to worse.