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It all started with this:
“ Hyung , stop asserting your dominance.” Seungkwan whines from beside him, wrestling Jeonghan’s arm off his shoulder.
“What?” Jeonghan asks, a little bit incredulous. Asserting his dominance ?
“Yah,” The younger finally shoves his arm back into Jeonghan’s own space, “Your dominance .” He sneers.
Jeonghan breaks into laughter at the look on Seungkwan’s face. “How am I asserting my dominance?” He asks between gasps of breath.
The younger frowns, turning to him. The show they were watching begins to fade into background noise.
“You like—“ Seungkwan sighs dramatically, bringing up his hands to help explain, “You do certain things to make yourself like, bigger? If that makes sense.”
“Bigger?” Jeonghan tilts to the side, shifting his legs into a more comfortable seat.
“There! You just did it!” Seungkwan yells, pointing at him. The older looks down at himself. He opens his mouth, about to say something when Seungkwan cuts him off.
“You have to make yourself bigger, take up more space. You can’t just, like, sit normally. Or do things normally.” The younger explains, and Jeonghan’s face slowly shifts into understanding, before he finally takes offense.
“Excuse me?” He stands, “I don’t—“
“Yeah you do.” A new voice chimes in from behind, and Joshua walks into the living room, taking a sip from his water bottle.
Jeonghan whips around, glaring at the newcomer. “So what? I do some weird male posturing?”
Joshua lays a hand on his neck for a moment, squeezing his nape and giving him a look. Jeonghan shivers.
“Pretty much.” Seungkwan chirps from the couch.
The oldest glares at the both of them, “That’s— no. No I don’t.”
“But hyung . You literally did it a second ago.” Seungkwan points out, wrapping his arm around Joshua’s shoulders when he comes to sit down.
Jeonghan takes a step back, fully prepared to make a break for it when he hits someone’s chest. He bounces off it, squeaking (later he’ll chide himself for the embarrassing noise) and almost falling forward.
Hands grab his hips, helping him stay up. “Careful,” Seungcheol murmurs, letting Jeonghan gain his balance before letting him go.
Jeonghan’s cheek light aflame, and he turns away right as the older says, “And Seungkwannie’s right Han, you do do this weird posturing thing.”
Seungcheol walks to the couch, sliding right in next to Joshua and placing a hand on his knee. The younger doesn’t seem to notice, invested with whatever show he changed on the TV.
“I— ugh, you all suck.” And Jeonghan storms off, ignoring Seungkwan’s high pitched laughs.
~
And now he’s here:
“Relax.” Seungcheol hums, smoothing a hand down his back.
Jeonghan hisses through his teeth, “There’s no way I can relax you douche—“
“Hannie-yah.” Joshua clicks his tongue, crossing his arms from his position leaning against the dresser.
“Oh shut up— “ The palm that comes down quiets him, the impact reverberating through his whole body.
When Jeonghan looks back up, the younger is smirking. His throat goes dry, and Seungcheol speaks, “Be quiet Han.” He rumbles.
The glare he throws Joshua is scathing. If he can’t speak, he might as well communicate through his eyes.
Joshua shakes his head, chuckling softly. “You aren’t really in a position to glare at me either Jeonghan.”
Said man glaring immediately averts his gaze, Seungcheol’s hand moving south to warm his backside.
It still stings a little, the spank, and Jeonghan’s reminded of how his choices led to this in the first place.
~
But this is what happened in between:
Jeonghan tugs at a strand of his hair, pushing around the food uselessly on his plate.
He sighs, dropping his chopsticks, and Mingyu shoots him a concerned look.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” The younger asks, diligent as ever, and Jeonghan waves him off, taking a drink of water.
Joshua laughs from across him, running a hand through his hair. “He’s upset at what Kwannie said earlier.”
“What did Seungkwan-ah say?” Mingyu asks again, going back to stirring the noodles he’s cooking in the pot.
Jeonghan shoots Joshua a glare, willing a plead into his gaze. He’d rather not everyone in the dorm knowing about how he ‘asserts dominance’ if they don’t already.
The younger stares at him for a moment longer, mouth turning up into a small smirk. “Nothing Mingyu-ah, let’s go Jeonghan.”
Joshua stands, yanking Jeonghan up with him and walking out the door. Not before waving goodbye to Mingyu, who looks so innocent it makes him want to cry.
“What are you doing?” He hisses, stumbling as Joshua drags him through their dorm. He’s only let go once they push into Joshua’s room, the younger leaving him by the door.
He looks up through his lashes, personifying innocence through one look alone. Jeonghan scoffs, sitting across from him on the bed.
Pulling out his phone, the older mindlessly scrolls through Instagram before something in the air shifts, and he realizes something is wrong.
He perks up, turning off his phone. Looking around, he realizes it’s eerily quiet. Usually Joshua has light music playing, something orchestral as background noise.
Nope. Completely silent.
Jeonghan squints at him, thoroughly ignored by the younger. His head whips behind him when the handle to the door turns, and someone slowly walks in.
At the sight of Seungcheol, Jeonghan stands up. “What’s going on?” He points at the both of them, suddenly feeling cornered.
“Nothing Hannie.” Seungcheol smiles gently, walking closer to sit next to Joshua on the bed, slinging an arm over the youngest’s shoulders.
But not before locking the door.
“Woah woah woah woah— no. Something’s wrong. What are you doing?” Jeonghan backs up, pushing himself up against the wall.
The two stare at him, Joshua’s head quirked in confusion. But Jeonghan knows he knows , it’s present in the lightness of his eyes, the barely-there smile he’s trying to hide.
Seungcheol looks less manipulative, brows furrowed in concern. “Jeonghan-ah, calm down. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want us to.”
Jeonghan stays frozen, mouth open, squeaking out a, “What?”
Very slowly, as if he’s a frightened animal, Joshua stands, keeping his infuriating smile off his face for now.
“Why don’t you sit, Hannie.” The youngest says, Seungcheol pats the side of the bed next to him, keeping his expression light.
Jeonghan lets Joshua place his hands on his shoulders, steering him to the bed.
“What…” Jeonghan looks at the both of them, the confusion emanating off of him. “..did you guys plan…?”
Usually he’s on top of this kind of stuff, doesn’t let people get the edge on him. But now— he’s completely off guard, off his game because of what Seungkwan said earlier.
And now Seungcheol and Joshua are ganging up on him? This whole day is a train wreck.
Joshua sits back down, laying into Seungcheol before saying, “We wanted to try something.”
That sentence alone has him nearly bolting out of the room, but Seungcheol clasped his wrist in a strong grip, keeping him from tugging away.
With his wrist still hostage, Seungcheol pulls Jeonghan close, surprising him enough that he falls onto the bed.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Joshua grabs his waist, tugging him even closer.
“Hi,” Jeonghan breathes, caught surprised.
Joshua giggles, “Hi, Hannie-yah.”
Seungcheol, now behind him, travels his hands up his back to his shoulders, massaging the tensed muscles.
“Relax,” the older murmurs, “Just tell us if you want us to stop.”
Joshua kisses him, taking his chin in his hand and pulling him closer. Seungcheol’s hands soothe down his sides, squeezing his waist.
He knows something’s up when Seungcheol attempts to grab his ass.
Pushing Joshua away, Jeonghan gasps for breath. “Tell me.”
“Hm?” Joshua hums, quirking his head to the side.
Jeonghan glares, “Tell me what you’re trying to do. You can’t avoid it, so tell me.”
Seungcheol leans in from behind him, sudden breath on his neck making Jeonghan shiver.
But it’s the words that the older whispers that makes him freeze.
“I—“ Jeonghan thinks he stops functioning. “What?”
Joshua laughs, running his fingers through the older’s hair. “It’s because of what Seungkwan said. You’re always trying to ‘assert your dominance’ so we want to do the opposite.”
“Shua wants to assert his dominance.” Seungcheol chuckles, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“...you want...to spank me…?” Jeonghan’s voice is small, quiet, still processing the information he was given.
“Only if you want us to.” Joshua reassures, his own hands wandering from Jeonghan’s hair to the older’s hands.
Jeonghan swallows, looking down. This...this has never been something he’s thought about before. In the whole of their relationship, not once has spanking come up in the conversation.
“Let’s just try it, hm? See if you like it?” Seungcheol whispers into his skin, fingers traveling up the edges of his shirt to tap on his stomach.
“This is…this all because of what Seungkwan said?” Jeonghan asks, finally looking up.
“Yeah,” Joshua starts, “And maybe I wanted to see you all red, too.”
Promptly, the older goes red. But he knows Joshua means in more ways than one.
“What about the kids?” He dares a glance at the door, thinking about how Mingyu was literally stirring noodles when they left.
“If they hear us, they hear us. And if they complain, Seungcheollie will shut them down.” Joshua answers, turning Jeonghan’s chin back to him and tapping him on the nose. “Right, babe?”
“Yep,” Seungcheol chimes in.
Jeonghan lets out a long breath of air, letting Seungcheol and Joshua maneuver around him. The youngest goes to stand across from the bed, leaning against one of their dressers.
Seungcheol sits back onto the bed, near the edge. He looks Jeonghan deep in the eyes, giving him time to back out before pulling him into his lap.
Over his lap.
His legs dangle off the side of the bed, feet drumming against the floor as he gets used to the position.
The oldest’s hands run over his back, thumbs digging into the muscles of his lower back. Jeonghan tenses, holding his breath as Seungcheol’s hands dip under the waistband of his pants, tapping lower.
When Jeonghan meets Joshua’s gaze, he feels embarrassment flash through him. The youngest is staring at him, taking an eyeful.
“No more asserting dominance with us, Hannie, got it?” Joshua says, eyes running up and down and back and forth over his body.
Jeonghan glares at him, one of his hands going to flip him off before it’s clamped shut.
“No can do sweetheart. Hands to yourself.” Seungcheol orders, pushing his hands into the sheets.
“I’m— I’m not a three year old.” Jeonghan spits, the anger coming out of nowhere. It’s futile, though, because he can’t act on it.
And Joshua’s an arrogant asshole.
“Yeah, honey,” the youngest starts, a fake frown adorning his annoyingly beautiful face, “you’re acting like one. Hands to yourself Han.”
Jeonghan takes a moment to seethe, lets the anger roll through him before taking a deep breath. Seungcheol sights, “Joshua, no antagonizing.”
“That’s the whole point, is it not?” Joshua responds, “Hannie here needs to be knocked down a couple notches.” The youngest kneels in front of his face.
“Don’t think I won’t do the same to you, Shua. We can switch the positions right now.” The oldest threatens, his hands momentarily stilling on Jeonghan.
“I’d like to see you try, Cheollie.” Joshua answers, smiling in a way that he knows makes him look like a brat.
“Go sit down.” Seungcheol orders, pointing to the chair in the corner.
“I prefer to stand.” The youngest walks back to his position against the dresser, sharing a long look with Seungcheol that has him rolling his eyes.
“Fine. Sorry Jeonghan-ah, I’ll stop ‘antagonizing’ you.” He uses air-quotes, and Jeonghan feels the brief need to pummel him with his fists.
He’s not used to not having the upper hand. Or Joshua being a brat to him. Usually they’re brats together.
Usually.
But this is anything but usual.
~
Now:
“You okay?” Seungcheol asks, rubbing his thumb up and down Jeonghan’s lower back.
“Yeah,” Jeonghan chokes out, squeezing his hands into fists.
His mouth is dry, and every second that ticks by with Joshua staring at him makes him want to curl up and hide.
Seungcheol seems to follow his gaze, calling over the now quiet youngest.
“I want you to sit in front of Hannie, Shua.” The older orders, patting the space in front of Jeonghan’s lying form, “And hold his wrists down.”
Jeonghan’s head whips up, eyebrows furrowed at the command. “What—?”
“Okay.” Joshua’s voice is chirpy, high-pitched. Jeonghan wants to smack him.
The younger skips— skips over, sitting down criss-cross applesauce in front of him. Soon his wrists are enveloped in Joshua’s warm hands, held tight.
“We’ll do five more, and then we’re taking your pants off.” The oldest’s deep voice rumbles, and Jeonghan tenses once more.
The room is quiet, and he prepares himself for the hit. When Joshua’s smile grows, he shuts his eyes tight.
Smack!
He bites his lip to avoid making noise, eyes only opening when Seungcheol rubs his cheeks, soothing the covered skin.
Smack!
“Ah—!” Jeonghan pulls one of his wrists out of Joshua’s hands, covering his mouth. The youngest’s eyes widen, surprised, before he yanks it back.
“No can do Hannie, we have to hear your sounds.” Joshua informs, distracting Jeonghan so he’s unable to prepare for—
Smack!
Jeonghan pushes his face into the sheets, one of his legs momentarily kicking behind him at the sudden pain.
Seungcheol grunts, pushing his forearm against his lower back, keeping him down. “You okay, baby?”
The younger takes a deep breath in, “Y-yeah.”
Smack!
His nails dig into his skin, and Joshua softly unfurls his fingers, rubbing his sore hands.
“Don’t do that.” He orders.
“Sorry,” Jeonghan gasps out, the beginning of wetness gracing his lashes.
“Lift your chin sweetheart.” Joshua says, letting go of his wrists for a moment.
The older shakes his head, trying to melt into the feeling of Seungcheol’s warmth.
“Jeonghan.” The older says, and only then does he let Joshua lift his head.
“Still good?” The youngest asks, stroking his hair out of his face.
Nodding, Jeonghan searches for Joshua’s hands, grabbing hold of them and squeezing. The younger doesn’t go to hold his wrists again, but he makes sure that he can’t move his arms regardless.
Smack!
“Good job baby, that was the last one.” Seungcheol murmurs, sitting him up and on to his stinging ass.
Jeonghan hisses, letting himself be laid back against the oldest’s chest. In reality, the spanking wasn’t bad. It’s going to be worse once he’s bare.
“Now take off your pants.” Joshua says, clapping his hands together. His soft demeanor seemed to have changed from a minute ago, immediately channeling back the brat in him.
Jeonghan sends the younger a look , barely containing his want to hit him. “I’m getting there, brat .”
“Hannie…” Seungcheol warns, pinching the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Jeonghan jumps, whipping his head back to glare at him.
Seungcheol does it again.
Jeonghan pushes them away, stumbling off the bed to angrily shuck off his pants. He ignores their blatant staring and gets fully naked, as much as it embarrasses him to do so with the both of them fully clothed.
When he’s done, he doesn’t bother to be elegant, splaying himself back over Seungcheol’s lap. The older’s jeans are rough against his skin, but he finds himself liking the friction.
Joshua bites his lip, staring pin point at his ass. Jeonghan flushes, hitting the younger’s thigh.
It seems to snap him out of his reverie, blushing before speaking, spite in his eyes, “Cheollie, can I try? Just once, when you get him warmed up.”
He pulls out the puppy eyes, clasping his hands together to beg. Jeonghan doesn’t see Seungcheol, but rarely does the older ever deny Joshua, so he automatically assumes it’s going to happen.
“Not unless Hannie can spank you back, baby.” The oldest says, running cold fingers over the expanse of his ass and thighs.
Joshua’s eyes go wide, red overtaking his face. “What—?” He squeaks.
Smack!
Jeonghan gasps, tears coming a lot faster than last time.
“I want to see if we can make it to fifteen, okay Hannie?” Seungcheol starts, “We’re gonna switch halfway through and Shua’s going to do seven of them.”
Joshua eyes the oldest warily, not keen on the idea of being spanked back.
“O—“ Jeonghan takes a deep breath, “Okay.”
Smack!
Tangling his fingers into the sheets, Joshua strokes the inside of his wrists, giving him contact as his ass is beaten.
Jeonghan’s toes curl, breath shuddered. He closes his eyes to gain semblance of control, but it doesn’t work when the next spank comes.
Smack!
“Wait—“ he chokes out, and Seungcheol’s hands leave his body.
“Hannie? What’s up, baby—“ The oldest starts, and Jeonghan fumbles for words.
Joshua seems to understand though, helping to pull him up so he’s seated again. The younger cradles his face, concern slipping through his facade of indifference.
“What’s wrong?” Joshua asks, and Jeonghan lets himself lay back against Seungcheol again.
“Hurts.” He responds, and Seungcheol lets out a sigh that sounds more amused than anything.
“You had us really worried there baby.” The oldest says, “Next time say yellow, okay?”
Jeonghan looks behind him, making eye contact before nodding. He isn’t as overwhelmed as before, so maybe he’ll actually be able to get through this.
He shifts for one minute, intending to splay a leg out in front of himself when—
“Jeonghan.” Joshua’s watching him closely, “You’re doing it.”
“I—“ Jeonghan looks down at himself, and then around him. “No I’m not!”
“Back over my lap.” Seungcheol’s tone of voice changes, authority entering. Jeonghan shivers, refusing the instinct to flip Joshua off.
Once over, Jeonghan tries to—
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Jeonghan’s go out, reaching. Joshua finds them, clasping them tight in his own.
Smack!
Smack!
The first year drips down Jeonghan’s finds startlingly fast, and he pushes his head into the sheets to hide it.
“Shua-yah, it’s your turn now.” Seungcheol says, pulling Jeonghan up. Joshua gasps at the sight of him.
“Oh Hannie.” He lets out a little giggle, wiping his thumbs over the tear track.
Jeonghan scowls, pushing the younger away. But as soon as Joshua and Seungcheol switch, he’s yanked over Joshua’s lap.
Seungcheol watches him now, gaze wary. The older’s cock is starting to strain through his pants, and Jeonghan looks away. His own cock is starting to chub up, but not enough that anyone noticed while they were switching positions.
Who knows what Joshua would’ve said. Probably something along the lines of—
Smack!
Jeonghan feels himself physically pushed forward with the force of the spanks. At least Seungcheol’s hits had been aware of the fact that this is the first time they’re trying.
Joshua? Nope.
“What the fuck—!”
Smack!
Smack!
Jeonghan hisses, and Seungcheol strokes his hair, worrying his bottom lip.
Smack!
He’s given a moment's reprieve.
“A little heavy handed, are ya?” He seethes, attempting to calm himself. Now his cock is really kicking, and he never found himself to be a pain kind of guy.
But here he is.
Smack!
Jeonghan’s glad he was graced with a response.
Smack!
Smack!
“A-ah—!” Jeonghan pushes his face into Seungcheol’s leg, fighting back the tears in his eyes. A few slip through though, and Seungcheol keeps consistent with his hand in his hair.
Smack!
He tries not to heave at the final hit, strong arms pulling him up and into someone’s chest. He faces Seungcheol, so he’s assuming he’s with the asshole.
“Good job, baby.” Seungcheol murmurs, wiping away the rest of his tears.
“Well that was nice if I do say so myself.” Joshua says, breaking any semblance of quiet comfort.
Jeonghan reaches a hand back to yank at the younger’s hair, but Joshua splays his hands over his inner thighs, fingers creeping up to his cock.
The older stiffens immediately, and Seungcheol smiles at him. Everyone’s still clothed except him, and he’s feeling sufficiently ganged up on by now.
“You know,” Jeonghan struggles out of his hold, “why don’t we—“
“Nope.” Joshua cuts him off, grabbing his dick tightly at the base.
Jeonghan’s hands fall to the younger’s thighs, squeezing as Joshua slowly starts to move his hand. His own thighs tense, Seungcheol rubbing them with his palms.
He tries his best to hold in his sounds, biting his lip to spit Joshua. The younger doesn’t seem to notice, speeding up the stroke of his hand.
“So pretty,” Seungcheol whispers, sneakily rubbing his thumb over the head of his dick.
“Ah—“ Jeonghan covers his mouth, head falling back onto Joshua’s shoulder.
The youngest lets go for a moment, “Hands up here.” He grabs Jeonghan’s arms, hooking them up and around his neck, out of the way of their ministrations.
“Keep them there.” Seungcheol adds, tapping his fingers on the top of the sensitive head.
Jeonghan’s thighs roll inward, trying to close his legs. The older pushes them away, hooking his ankles outside of Joshua’s to keep them apart.
He’s always been a little more sensitive than others, and with the added stimulation of the spanking (god, the spanking. He’s never gonna live that one down) he feels like his skin prickles with each touch.
Joshua’s hand returns to his cock, fingers diving down to fondle his ball. Jeonghan groans loud, hips raising to follow.
“Is this—“ Jeonghan takes a breath, “it?”
“Hm?” Joshua hums, hand tightening meanly.
“I said,” The older breathes hard through his nose, “Is this it ?”
Seungcheol chuckles, “Do you want more?”
Jeonghan works up the courage to nod, hips bucking when Joshua digs his thumb into his slit, voice breaking on a moan.
“Greedy.” The older berates, pinching a nipple.
“We’ll see how well you do. If you’re good for us, maybe we’ll give you more.” Joshua compromises, attacking the sensitive spot right under the head.
Jeonghan barely registers the words, hips bucking up once more. “Please— please -“
When Joshua’s hand goes frighteningly slow from before, Jeonghan cries out. He feels like his skin is crawling, and he desperately needs more stimulation if he ever wants to cum.
“Joshua.” Seungcheol says, keeping his hands to himself. For now.
“What?” Jeonghan can practically hear the eye roll from the younger.
“Give him what he wants.” The oldest orders.
The hand on his dick speeds up fast, too fast. And Jeonghan’s nails dig into his skin, hips bucking up erratically as he feels a rush of heat travel down his core.
“Sh- Shua— “
“You can do it baby, I believe in you.” The younger says, adding pressure.
Jeonghan comes a second later, noises muffled into Joshua’s neck.
When he can see again, the white having cleared out, he’s laying against a new person, Joshua taking off his clothes in front of him.
“You think you can suck me off Hannie?” The youngest asks, now bare. Jeonghan takes his eye full, reclining further into Seungcheol.
“Make me.” He scoffs, and Joshua smirks.
“You two are brats. Behave.” Seungcheol says, pushing Jeonghan off of him to sit against the headboard.
Joshua sits on the edge of the bed, “Get on your knees.” Jeonghan rolls his eyes, settling onto the hard floor.
Seungcheol throws a pillow at Joshua, to which the younger hands it to him. Jeonghan snatches it out of his hands, glaring and placing it under his knees.
The youngest scoots forward, pulling Jeonghan closer. Grabbing his dick, Jeonghan slowly starts to sink his mouth down. Joshua groans, fingers threading into the older’s hair.
Seungcheol scoots up behind Joshua, taking his hands out of Jeonghan’s hair and putting them to the side. He whispers something in the youngest’s ear before pushing Jeonghan’s head down to deep throat Joshua.
Jeonghan breathes through his nose, staying still as the head hits the back of his throat. Joshua looks pained, hands clenching and unclenching the sheets. The older realizes he’s holding back from bucking, to not choke him.
How considerate.
Seungcheol pushes his head back, giving him a moment to breathe. When Jeonghan comes back, he’s given no time before he’s back in the same position as before, a cock down his throat.
Seconds go by where everything is still, and then Joshua pushes forward, shoving his hips toward Jeonghan’s mouth.
The older pulls back, coughing. “Fuck.”
“Sorry,” Joshua smirks lazily, “Accident.”
Jeonghan flips him off, “Hold him back please.” He says to Seungcheol, and promptly starts sucking again.
One of Seungcheol’s hands stay on Jeonghan’s head to guide him, but the other travels up Joshua’s torso, beginning to play with his nipples.
Forcing himself to take more, Jeonghan closes his eyes, trying to open his throat. He can feel the tears bead on his lashes, and knows that in any moment they’ll come spiraling down his cheeks.
Joshua’s breathing picks up, near panting. He’s close, and Seungcheol tilts the youngest’s head to kiss him, helping him buck forward into Jeonghan’s awaiting mouth.
He cums, and Jeonghan swallows it, even though he knows Joshua will be all smug about to later.
The younger pants, trying to control his breathing. Seungcheol doesn’t let him, kissing him before he’s forcefully pushed away.
Jeonghan stands, sitting on the bed. “Well that was nice if I do say so myself.” He mocks, voice high pitched stupidly.
Joshua laughs, “Yeah, it was.”
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. “Isn’t it your time to get spanked now?”
That has Joshua upright with his eyes wide. Jeonghan has to nearly stop him from bolting out the door.
“Maybe next to time.” Jeonghan placates, yanking him back down to the bed.
Joshua still regards Seungcheol with wariness, but sits down anyway.
“Cheollie,” He starts, “What do you want us to do?” Jeonghan asks.
Seungcheol swallows, looking back and forth between the two of them.
“I came in my pants.”