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Idol Yeosang and his Manager Wooyoung had a very clear agreement. When they entered into their relationship as lovers and not just manager x Idol, they had laid out some rules. Yeosang needed them to feel okay. Most of the time he was fine. He could do his schedules and complete his work.
But sometimes when he was getting exhausted, he would get snappy and act out. Usually he would fall apart and apologize later. He hated hurting anyone's feelings and it would eat him up inside. That was when Wooyoung would firmly remind him why it was important to use his words before things escalated. Usually, their dynamic only followed them into the bedroom and never out in public. Yeosang just needed those moments where he didn't have to think or do anything and Wooyoung would take care of him.
But one day, Yeosang had been bugging Wooyoung to play despite how busy they were. Wooyoung promised him that after his concert they could take three days off and do whatever they needed to reset and recharge.
At the time, Yeosang had agreed. But the day of the concert arrived and he was feeling on edge. He had asked Wooyoung for a quick scene just to settle him enough to handle it. But Yeosang had refused to get up on time. Refused to shower, refused to eat when he needed to.
So now there simply wasn't time. Wooyoung reminded Yeosang that he hadn't done what he needed to in order to have time before the show. So now he needed to wait until after. He hated having to make him wait, but Yeosang’s career was on the line. It hadn’t caused issues for them before. Not to mention they still kept their relationship a secret. It could blow up in the media if word got out. And as much as Wooyoung didn’t mind a big fuck you to his own job, he couldn’t stand the idea of ruining Yeosang’s career.
Upset, Yeosang stormed away to get his final makeup done. Wooyoung could see it in his demeanor. Yeosang really needed the settling. But he couldn't be late to his own concert. He just hoped he would be okay until the end. Usually, once on stage, Yeosang was fine. He could push through anything and Wooyoung would be waiting to take care of him and pamper him.
Unfortunately, Yeosang decided to push boundaries during his performance. He was especially teasing and gave Wooyoung all sorts of looks whenever their eyes met. When he left stage to change, he would slide his hands along Wooyoung’s arm or back. Lean a little too close. Far too risky. Then when Wooyoung would try to warn him, he would stick his tongue out and continue on his way back to stage.
Normally, Wooyoung would chalk it up to Yeosang's stage persona but this felt different. He was challenging Wooyoung. Being an absolute brat all knowing his boyfriend/manager couldn't rip him off the stage and put a stop to it.
Wooyoung had never used his dynamic with Yeosang to punish him. He always pleasured him and made him relax which in turn, settled something inside Wooyoung. But tonight....Yeosang was really pushing it and Wooyoung wasn't about to let the bratty behavior slide. Wooyoung didn’t feel the need for his own sake. But Yeosang needed to understand that what he was doing could ruin his career as an Idol.
Finally, when the show was over, Wooyoung told the stylists he would take care of the Idol. They were happy to have an early night off and left him to it. When Yeosang showed up to his dressing room, he was surprised to find an angry Wooyoung waiting for him. He knew in that moment, he fucked up.
“What did you think you were doing?” Wooyoung asked. His hands remained crossed over his chest as he stared down the Idol who looked like a deer in the headlights.
Yeosang seemed to have a sudden clarity. “I- I.”
“Not only did you throw a fit when you know full well it’s your own fault we couldn’t do anything. But you continuously acted like a brat the entire show.”
“W-Wooyoung… I just…”
“Mm-mm. No excuses. I think you are in need of punishment. Don’t you?” Wooyoung stepped closer.
Yeosang backed up. His heart was racing both with anticipation and dread. He knew Wooyoung would never hurt him. Never do anything he wasn’t actually okay with. But he had never seen him this angry with him before either.
Wooyoung caged him against the vanity. His hands gripped the edges as he stared Yeosang down. “Now then. Since I’m nice, I’ll give you a choice.”
Yeosang blinked then nodded his head quickly.
“Option 1. We go home. You get nothing from me. No cuddles, no sharing the shower.”
Yeosang whined at that. He really hated that idea. Wooyoung held up his hand to stop his complaints.
“Or, you take your punishment like a good boy. And then, I’ll take care of you when I think you’ve learned.”
“T-that one. Please…I can’t—I can’t go another night. Please.”
Wooyoung nodded with a relieved smile. He was glad Yeosang chose the second as well. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to deny him otherwise. “Good choice. You remember your safe word?”
“Y-yes.” Yeosang stammered out.
“Good boy.” Wooyoung then turned Yeosang around and bent him over the vanity. He pulled Yeosang’s scarf from his attire, tearing it where it was stitched to his shoulder. He then pulled Yeosang’s hands behind his back and tied his wrists together.
“What are you—”
“Your punishment, remember?” Wooyoung teased with a hot breath over his ear. He then turned Yeosang back around. The flush to his cheeks was intoxicating but he had to remain strong. They weren’t even home yet.
Wooyoung put Yeosang’s jacket over his shoulders, hiding his bound hands. He then placed his mask on for him and took him by the arm to lead him out. He carried both of their bags on his shoulder and led Yeosang out to the car. With tinted windows, he wasn’t afraid of anyone seeing inside.
He put Yeosang into the passenger seat and buckled him in securely. He then slid into the driver seat and started to leave. Yeosang remained quiet for as long as he could. He had no idea what Wooyoung had planned for him. Then suddenly, there was a pressure between his thighs.
“You were playing a dangerous game today.” Wooyoung kept his eyes on the road while his hand continued to press and knead at Yeosang’s thighs. He knew how sensitive the Idol was. He let his fingers ghost across his crotch then away again. He smirked when Yeosang jerked. This was the reason he tied his hands. No interference.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Mm…that’s not good enough. I need you to understand.” Wooyoung this time rubbed his knuckles against Yeosang’s sensitive cock and smirked again feeling it harden while he drove and rubbed at him. “Acting like that in front of so many people…what if Dispatch figured us out? Hmm?”
Yeosang grit his teeth as Wooyoung continued to rub him into hardness. He couldn’t use his hands to relieve himself or try and block Wooyoung’s touch. He knew he could safe word out of it, but he was determined to take whatever punishment Wooyoung gave him so he could get what he truly needed before the night ended.
Wooyoung continued his tortuous ministrations all the way home while he lectured Yeosang on the importance of maintaining decorum while in public. Yeosang was in near tears by the time they reached home. He was never more happy than in that moment to know his elevator was private.
Once upstairs, Yeosang was sadly mistaken in thinking it was over. Wooyoung sat him in a chair and told him to stay there no matter what. He made Yeosang sit and watch while he cleaned up a bit. He rubbed at his cock every few minutes to make sure he stayed hard. “No cumming.”
“Wooyo—” Yeosang whined only to be hushed with a finger to his lips.
“You’re a good boy aren’t you?”
Wooyoung sat on Yeosang’s lap, grinding against him while he cleaned the Idol’s face of his makeup. Yeosang did his best not to squirm but it was impossible. Wooyoung ignored him each time. He got Yeosang all the way to the edge then stood up and walked away. Once again reminding him not to cum. Frustrated, Yeosang bit back a bratty response. He knew he messed up. He knew why Wooyoung was angry. He hated that he had brought it on himself and was feeling remorseful. He apologized over and over again through his tears.
Finally, 2 hours and 39 minutes later. The exact length of his concert, Wooyoung kissed him gently on the lips then whispered in his ear. “Good boy. Go ahead and cum for me.”
With a cry, Yeosang came into his already damp underwear and pants. Wooyoung reached around and untied his hands then took Yeosang into the bedroom where he gave Yeosang all the love and intimacy he craved until he was sound asleep from exhaustion but fully satisfied.