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The following morning, after Hyunjin casually brought up Jisung wanting the other members to fuck him while they were fucking, he brings it up again. Jisung, now in a clearer headspace, is confused.

He thought Hyunjin was just trying to get him going, not that he wouldn’t like it, he just doesn’t think they’d be down.

Him starting to fuck around with Hyunjin just kinda happened on a whim. Now that Hyunjin and Jisung shared a bathroom, they often showered together. In the beginning, it was all innocent but then they started sharing kisses until neither could deny the obvious sexual tension anymore and they’d fucked it out.

It was a regular thing now, Hyunjin would just absolutely ruin Jisung. It was wonderful.

So this was a Hyunjin-Jisung thing, as much as Jisung would love this to be a Stray Kids-Jisung thing.

He doesn’t know what to say when Hyunjin asks him if he’d really want it and if he would be up for it.

“I mean… obviously. I thought I made that clear but… you’re enough if that’s what you’re asking,” he assumes maybe Hyunjin doesn’t think he’s enough to satisfy him. He is, he’s perfect but there is some truth to Jisung being a slut and all the other members are attractive men who Jisung has seen naked enough times to know that he wants each of them to ruin him.

“That’s not it, Jisungie. I know I’m enough. What I’m saying is, all of the other members, they’d love to fuck you,” Hyunjin giggles at the shock on Jisung’s face.

“N-no, they wouldn’t. Well, I don’t know, probably no-,” Jisung starts denying it but Hyunjin cuts him off.

“I know this for a fact because I asked them and they all said yes. In fact, they all jerked off to your sounds in the living room last night.” It sounds so outrageous that Jisung doesn’t believe it at first.

“What? You’re joking, right? Hyunjin, don’t say shit like that, I’m serious. This isn’t funny.”

“It’s true. In fact, you can go out and ask any of them what I just told you. I’m sure they’d love to recount the details for you.”

Jisung searches Hyunjin’s face for any signs that he’s lying, that he’s just fucking with Jisung’s head but he doesn’t find any.

“You’re serious?” He asks, once more just for confirmation.

“Dead serious.” Hyunjin smiles.

“They wanna fuck me and they told you?”

“I asked them and they all said yes and I told them they were allowed to get off to your sounds,” Hyunjin smirks.

“You were trying to get me to be loud on purpose,” Jisung realizes.

“Mhm, I’m sure they loved your pretty whimpers and moans and cries very much. I think we should go ask them.” Hyunjin’s smirk grows wider as he sees how Jisung visibly shudders at the thought. “Wouldn’t you like that? To hear them talk about how pretty you sound? You could tell them how you were thinking about them, confess how much of a slutty princess you are, I’m sure they’d give you what you want,” Hyunjin keeps taunting.

And the thing is, Jisung would love to do what Hyunjin’s suggesting but he feels shy and nervous about asking any of them. So scared to embarrass himself, what if all of this is some cruel prank on him and they’ll laugh in his face?

He doubts they’re mean enough to do that but there’s always that little voice in the back of his head, coming up with all the worst-case scenarios and making him question everything.

“Hey, Sungie, get out of your head. What’s wrong, baby?” Hyunjin looks at him in concern as he’s finally pulled out of his thoughts.

“Nothing, it’s fine… it’s just… I’m nervous and scared. What if they were joking or something and they don’t actually want me?” He spills his insecurities.

“Oh, Sungie, I promise you they weren’t. Of course, they want you, anyone who doesn’t would be stupid. God, you don’t have any idea how hot you are, do you?” Hyunjin smiles. Jisung is so sexy, so irresistible and he doesn’t even see it.

“It’s- uh- no?” He hears it often of course, from fans and Hyunjin tells him but he’s always had a hard time believing them. He doesn’t think he can compare to the other members.

“You are, princess. Come on, let’s talk to the others, yeah? I’ve got you,” Hyunjin encourages. Jisung nods, right, he can do this. Hyunjin being with him helps.

He comes out of the room to the living room, where a sleepover was held by the others to see all of them already up, though it looks like Minho and Felix are in the kitchen, making them breakfast.

The first thing he notices when he walks in is how Chan flushes red upon laying eyes on him and it’s all he needs to believe Hyunjin’s words from earlier. They got off to him and his sounds. Seungmin also seems to be averting his eyes. The others are acting as if nothing happened but he still notices Jeongin hiding a smirk behind his hand.

“So…” Hyunjin starts, laughing at the awkward atmosphere.

It helps a little, all of them chuckling a little. No one knows how to bring up what they did, or what they plan on doing still.

“Minho! Felix! Get in here,” Hyunjin yells for them which is a good first step, everyone needs to be present. Jisung feels relieved that Hyunjin’s taking the lead here.

Only 5 seconds later, Minho and Felix are walking in, upon seeing Jisung, Felix ducks behind Minho. All of them laugh, cute.

“You all are hopeless. Jisung, you are very hot, we all heard you last night, we all jerked off and Hyunjin told us you want us to fuck you, right?” Minho addresses what everyone has been failing to say, thank god for him.

“Y-yes,” Jisung stutters, this is all so surreal.

“Great, we all want that too.” He now looks around at the others, some nodding in affirmation, some actually saying yes. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Minho grins.

Jisung suddenly realizes how he’s still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room while everyone else has sat down and crawls into Hyunjin’s lap, hiding in his chest and whining. They all coo at him.

Chan clears his throat, the attention instantly on him.

“N-now that we have established… that. We kinda have to plan the logistics of it, like when, where, is Jisung okay with all of us at the same time, or will that be too much?” Chan takes the role of a leader once again. Good, the others aren’t very good at that.

“No! Uh, I mean I want all of you, at the same time, please,” Jisung speaks up, blushing at all the eyes on him again. He can’t believe they’re discussing a fucking gangbang.

With him as the gangbangee and the others as the gangbangers. His members who he loves very much and has drooled over for ages want to fuck him. It’s a dream come true, the ultimate dream of a man who identifies as a slut.

“You’re adorable,” Changbin chimes in for the first time this morning and it’s not the first time he’s said it but in this context, Jisung can feel himself grow hard in his shorts already. He really looks at Changbin for a moment. He’s so hot, muscles straining against his shirt and thighs on display, only in a pair of boxers.

“We all have two days off next week so we could plan it then?” Seungmin gets them back on track.

“Thank you, Seungmin, that would work,” Chan smiles.

“W-we could have it here, in my room. I think I’d be most comfortable there,” Jisung says. As much as he trusts and loves them all, he doesn’t think he’d feel as safe and secure somewhere else, not yet at least.

“Okay, Sungie, your room it is.” It’s Minho who speaks now.

“Oh, since we all recently got tested, do you want us to use condoms or not?” Chan asks, ears red.

Jisung flushes red completely.

“N-no condoms please,” he squeaks. Hyunjin laughs at him, running his fingers through his hair.

“Jisungie loves when you cum inside him. He’s a bit of a dirty slut, hm?” Hyunjin taunts.

Jisung jumps off his lap and instead goes to hide in Jeongin’s arms who’s still sitting alone.

“Stop teasing me,” he whines. He’s so hard and all they’ve done is talk about it a bit. He knows his shorts aren’t doing a good job at hiding it either.

“Aww, Jinnie, look what you did, he’s so hard already,” Felix coos. Everyone chuckles.

“Poor baby,” Minho leans down to whisper in his ear.

He gets up and stands kind of awkwardly in the middle of all of them with wide eyes, his thighs pressing together.

“You are all so mean,” he pouts.

“Is that how you speak to the people who are gonna make a pretty little mess of you, Sungie?” Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. Jisung knows that look, he needs to be careful about what he says now or he’ll get punished.

“No, I’m sorry, sir,” he lowers his head. Several groans sound through the room.

“Mhm, that’s right, baby, but it’s not me you should be apologizing to,” Hyunjin grins.

“Sorry, everyone. I’m thankful that you all want to ruin me,” Jisung breathes out.

“Fuck,” he hears someone say but he’s so turned on, that he can’t even tell who it is.

“You are so hot,” that was Changbin. He looks up and into Changbin’s eyes at those words.

“Thank you,” he giggles.

“As fun as this is, we can’t actually do this right now. We need to have breakfast and get ready. We were gonna go to the studio and I know Seungmin and Jeongin have vocal lessons later,” Chan makes them stop before anything can escalate, “and besides, we haven’t discussed any boundaries which we’re definitely gonna do before anything happens.”

Felix whines but gets up to return to the kitchen with Minho anyways.

Jisung plops down in his place now, curling up and hiding his hard-on. He sighs. He can’t believe he’ll need to wait another week. He doesn’t know if he can hold out that long now that they’ve put it in his head.

He softens when Chan cuddles up to him, poking him and making him laugh.

By the time they all have breakfast his hard-on has calmed down and he starts joking around with everyone again.

*

The week leading up to the gangbang is torture for Jisung. Everyone keeps teasing him and even Hyunjin hasn’t fucked him since the last time.

The others keep whispering dirty things in his ear during practice. His dorm mates crowd him in the kitchen, running their hands along his sides, his neck, his thighs… everywhere but where he needs them.

Minho’s slaps to his butt happen more frequently and they're harder, purposeful.

Even Felix, the sweetheart, ends up “accidentally” knocking Jisung over onto the couch, ending up with his knee dangerously close to Jisung’s crotch.

Jisung hates it but loves it. They all know exactly how to rile him up, leaving him aching to be touched.

Somewhere in the middle of the week, they do actually sit down and discuss boundaries. Jisung tells them all that he loves degradation, humiliation, and praise all at once. He loves being tied up, loves being blindfolded and so many other things. Hyunjin also chimes in with things he knows Jisung loves such as choking, having his throat fucked, and dumbification too.

The other members also tell him some of their kinks to which he replies if he’s okay with it or not.

They discuss his safewords. His safeword is ‘sunny’ and he taps when he can’t talk. Two taps to slow down, three to stop completely. If he’s able to talk and wants to slow down and not stop, he assures them he’ll just tell them. They can also use the traffic light system so they can ask for his color anytime. It’s also easier if any of the other members want to stop. They can all use it without each of them having to remember 7 other safewords, they probably could but it’s not as easy to think when something like a gangbang is going on.

It’s a lengthy conversation, thorough with everything and by the end, most of them at least have a semi, thinking about wrecking Jisung. Jisung has more than a semi but before he can do anything about it, he’s dragged to the studio by Chan and Changbin. He almost cries. He just wants to get off.

Even when they’re in the studio and supposed to be working, Changbin lets a hand rest on his thigh. Chan pulls him onto his lap as they go over the recordings.

Sometimes Jisung wishes they would just fuck him right there but he has to remind himself that it’ll be so much better when the first time is all of them together.

He jerks off in the shower because as much as he can wait to get fucked, he is far from strong enough to keep himself from getting off altogether. He’s never been good at restricting himself and especially not with the knowledge that seven hot men want to fuck him.

He imagines what each of them would be like. He can’t wait to find out for real.

If Jeongin is really as mean as he imagines him to be and if Felix is still just as endearing as he always is. If Chan is always a bit worried about going too hard and if Minho will have no mercy and will make him cry (he probably will, they discussed dacryphilia).

He makes up these little scenarios in his head but he tries not to get carried away, he thinks it’ll be better if he’s mostly surprised. It’ll be fun.

He knows it’ll be fun and good because he trusts them all. He knows they’ll take good care of him. 

*

When the day comes, Jisung is restless. The others have decided to give him space and to let him be alone until they start.

So now, he’s pacing in his room, thinking about what to wear. Should he dress up for the occasion? He has a few skirts that he could put on. Or does he go more casual, just his usual sweatpants and shirt he wears at home? Or maybe he forgoes clothes altogether, they’ll get him naked pretty quickly anyways.

He yells for Hyunjin in his room. He needs some reassurance and Hyunjin knows him best in this context.

“Hey, Sung, what’s up?” Hyunjin leans against the doorway, smirking at him.

“What do I wear?” Jisung asks, straight to the point.

“Sung, baby, whatever is comfortable for you. Why, do you wanna wear a skirt?”

Hyunjin is the only one who knows about the skirts hidden in his closet. He’s worn them for Hyunjin a few times before.

“Maybe? I’m not sure. Do you think the others would like it?” He asks, nervously tapping his foot.

“They’d love it, Sungie. I’m sure of it. I think you look gorgeous in a skirt, but you already knew that, hm?” Hyunjin smiles. And Jisung does know; Hyunjin always fucks him within an inch of his life whenever he puts on a skirt.

“I-I think I’m gonna wear a skirt then,” he says.

“Good, is that all?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yes. Wait, no. Can I just have a kiss?” Jisung asks, kisses calm him down and he really needs to calm the fuck down right now.

Hyunjin smiles and nods, walking over to him and tugging him closer by his waist.

He connects their lips and it’s soft, slow, there’s nothing sexual about it. Hyunjin brings one hand up to his cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Jisung relaxes, he needed this.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks when they pull away.

“Yeah, just… nervous and excited,” Jisung answers. He feels a lot better now though.

“I’m gonna go back to my room but you can always yell for me if you need anything.”

With that, Hyunjin leaves and Jisung lays all his skirts out on the floor to choose one. He has a variety of colors, pink, black, blue, and purple. Different styles too.

In the end, he decides on a black miniskirt, it’s really cute with bows on the front and lace on the bottom. When he puts it on, he feels sexy. To go along with it, he has a white crop top somewhere. He even has a choker that also looks like a collar that would go great.

Now that he’s in the flow, he has lots of fun, putting together his outfit and making himself pretty. He knows it’s going to be ruined later but that just makes it even more fun, he’s going to be all pretty just to be wrecked, just to fall apart at the hands of his members.

He can’t wait.

Jisung doesn’t really own any makeup so he’ll just have to be barefaced. What he does own, though, is nail polish so he sits down at his desk and gets to work painting his nails.

He doesn’t do a great job, he usually gets someone else to do it for him, the stylists or Chan, but it’s good enough.

He doesn’t really style his hair, just brushing through it and letting it fall messily over his face. His hair is at a good length right now, a little longer than he usually lets it grow but perfect for someone to pull on it. He remembers Changbin asking if he could pull on his hair. He was quick to tell him that he’d love that.

When he’s done, he sees that he still has a little over an hour left before everyone is coming over. He sits down on his bed, he grabs his phone, trying to distract himself from the excitement he feels.

He opens Youtube but only gets through one 5-minute video before closing the app, and trying a game instead. He doesn’t last long with that either. He closes his phone again and just closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a few deep breaths, hoping to calm his rapidly beating heart.

It works a little bit. He passes more time by going to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth again even if he already did when he got ready. He looks at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair despite his decision not to style it.

He tries not to bite his nails like he normally does because he can’t ruin the nail polish.

He sits back down, closing his eyes and trying to relax. This is fine, he’s fine. This is gonna be great.

He needs to get it together, he’s been so excited about this that it almost doesn’t feel real that it’s actually gonna happen today. Soon.

It’s not very long after that, as he’s settled down with his phone again, that he hears the other members arrive.

He doesn’t come out of his room yet. Is suddenly unsure if he should leave his room at all or if they will just come into his room.

He doesn’t let himself dwell on it though and after 5 minutes, he walks out, peaking around the corner before finally stepping into view.

When they see him, a few gasps are heard, and after the initial shock, some whistling and cheers. He flushes completely red.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Minho says. Reaching for his waist as he’s sitting closest and pulling him onto his lap.

“Hey, I want Sungie on my lap,” Jeongin protests, a few others also agreeing.

“Then we should let him choose, hm?” Minho suggests and they all nod.

Jisung thinks for a bit, looking around the room. It’s silent and tense and everyone is curious about who Jisung will go for.

Jisung makes up his mind so he stands up and goes to straddle Chan. Chan is a little wide-eyed, seemingly not expecting it but he recovers quickly and places his hands (God, his hands) on Jisung’s waist, smiling at him.

The others groan but watch with rapt attention.

Jisung leans in timidly but not far enough for them to be kissing, waiting for Chan to close the gap. The others are all quiet. The sight of Jisung in their leader’s lap is so hot and a few of them can already feel their pants filling out.

Chan brings one hand up from Jisung’s waist to cup his face and leans in as well, finally kissing him. Jisung instantly melts. He thinks this is long overdue, having known each other for this long. Jisung has thought about kissing Chan more than anyone. His lips are so pretty, Chan’s pretty.

The kiss is soft, and timid, both of them having to grow used to it. Somehow Jisung feels like this is a bigger deal than the fact that Chan’s dick is probably gonna be in him soon. It’s more intimate.

It continues like this for a while but then Chan’s hand squeezes his waist and Jisung’s lips part in a silent moan, Chan dives in for more, pushing his tongue in and squeezing more, sighs and quiet whimpers already coming from Jisung.

“Chan, come on. Don’t keep him all to yourself.” It’s Changbin who says it and the part, both flushing red as they remember they’re not alone.

Jisung giggles then as he processes what Changbin just said and gets up to go to Changbin now.

“Don’t be jealous, Binnie,” he teases and plops down on Changbin’s lap.

“I feel like there’s favoritism for 3racha in place,” Minho says.

“Mhm, been wanting to kiss them the longest,” Jisung says. It earns him a groan from the man underneath him.

Jisung looks at Changbin then, smirking a little at the reaction he got out of him. He falters a little at the dark expression on Changbin’s face.

Changbin doesn’t wait for Jisung to initiate, just grabs the back of his neck with both hands and pulls him closer until they’re kissing. A soft noise escapes Jisung from the surprise but he slips his eyes shut and relaxes further at the feeling of Changbin’s lips on his. Changbin is a bit rough, his hands almost immediately trail down to grab Jisung’s ass over the skirt and make him moan.

Their tongues meet and Changbin pushes and pushes and pushes and it leaves Jisung breathless. It’s so good.

Jisung can’t help moaning. He’s losing his mind already.

Changbin then goes under the skirt and it’s obvious that they can all see (and in Changbin’s case feel) his panties underneath if the groans, gasps, and Changbin’s moan are anything to go by.

All of a sudden, he’s being pulled away and thrown over someone’s shoulder. He yelps. Minho laughs and carries him to his bedroom, the others trailing behind.

Minho drops him on his bed unceremoniously and looms over him.

“You sneaky little brat, teasing is with that short skirt and the panties under it, pretending to be innocent. Fuck, I wanna ruin you,” Minho says, his voice a tad deeper than it usually is and making Jisung’s head spin with need.

“So why don’t you?” He asks.

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry. I will, everyone will until you don’t even remember your own name,” Minho chuckles darkly but then he pulls away, leaving Jisung confused and so so hard. He whines, he needs something, someone.

Only a second later, Hyunjin is on the bed, hand in his hair and pulling until he’s sitting up, tears already in the corners of his eyes at the sting in his scalp. Hyunjin smirks seeing it.

“Hi, princess.” He whispers and Jisung thinks he’s the devil. When Jisung doesn’t answer he pulls harder. “You know I expect an answer, baby. You know what happens when you don’t.”

“Ah, sorry sir,” he whimpers.

The other members have all settled down, either beside them on the bed, some in the chairs they were smart enough to put there in advance.

“Good boy. Now before we do anything else, I need your safeword, baby,” Hyunjin says, a lot more sweetly, the hand in his hair has loosened its hold as well.

“It’s sunny, sir,” he answers obediently.

“Good and when you can’t speak?”

“I snap my fingers,” he breathes out, and then it all goes so fast. He’s pulled off the bed and pushed to his knees in front of Hyunjin, his knees hitting the ground harshly and making him wince but they both know he likes it.

“Now you’re gonna be a good princess and make sir feel good, hm? If you do good, you’ll get a reward but if not you get a punishment. We don’t want that now, do we?” Hyunjin asks, his voice all seductive. He has all the attention on him now. Shock crosses some of the members’ faces, they didn’t know Hyunjin had it in him to be this dominant, usually so delicate and almost timid.

“N-no sir, princess can be good,” Jisung answers, as much as he doesn’t really mind his punishments, with all that’s already going on tonight, he’s not sure he could handle it.

“That’s right.” Hyunjin smiles and unzips his pants, he pushes his pants and boxers down only just enough to free his cock.

Jisung’s mouth waters at the sight, no matter how many times he’s sucked Hyunjin off before, he will never get tired of it. Hyunjin’s dick is objectively beautiful, much like the rest of him. It’s long, not thick but not necessarily thin either, and has a slight curve. Jisung loves it, either in his ass or his mouth, he’s not picky.

Jisung leans forward instinctively and Hyunjin laughs at him. Jisung feels the humiliation burn but it only serves to make him even more turned on.

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

“Please, sir, need you,” Jisung begs. Hyunjin scoffs but pulls at Jisung’s hair to guide him closer. Jisung lets his tongue dart out to lick at him and Hyunjin moans, the first sign that he’s also affected by this.

Jisung is once again so immersed in his moment with Hyunjin that he forgot the other members were there until he hears Felix’s deep voice croak out a quiet ‘fuck’, a few hums of agreement following right after and Jisung flushes red, he knows all of the attention is on him again. He loves it.

Hyunjin pushes his thumb against his lip, pushing until Jisung takes the digit into his mouth. Jisung sighs in contentment, he loves to have his mouth filled, no matter how little or big the thing in his mouth actually is. (He prefers a little bigger than a thumb though.)

He whines, like the brat he is, because he wants more, so much more, already. He’s rock-hard and he feels like he’s gonna die if Hyunjin doesn’t push his cock in his mouth in the next 30 seconds.

Hyunjin glares in warning but takes mercy on his and pulls his thumb out to replace it with his cock. Jisung moans happily, immediately trying to sink down further but quickly being yanked back by his hair.

“For one fucking second, can you not be such a slut and have a little patience? God, you’re so greedy,” Hyunjin nearly growls. Jisung doesn’t know if he wants to moan or cry at the harsh words combined with the painful grip on his hair, both probably.

“Please, sir. I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise,” he pleads for Hyunjin to let him off this time. Hyunjin sighs at the pathetic sight of Jisung.

“Last chance, princess. No more after this.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you,” Jisung babbles but he’s quickly shut up by Hyunjin shoving his dick down his throat. Suddenly all at once and too much. Jisung gags loudly, tears brimming his eyes at the sudden assault on his throat. Hyunjin and what sounds like Minho just laugh at him. Despite Jisung struggling Hyunjin doesn’t let up, keeping his head down until Jisung squeezes his leg and Hyunjin pulls out, leaving Jisung gasping for air as drool and tears stream down his face.

He looks so debauched already. Chan coos at him.

Hyunjin doesn’t let him recover for long and thrusts back in, this time Jisung is prepared though and he takes it a lot better, still choking slightly as he hasn’t had time to adjust to the sheer length of Hyunjin yet.

This time Hyunjin doesn’t keep him down and keeps thrusting, it’s not long before Jisung is taking him with ease. He just sits there and takes it, occasionally humming and moaning because he loves this, loves the weight in his mouth, the way his throat lightly constricts with every thrust. It’s one of his favorite things in the world, maybe just after getting his ass filled.

And then suddenly Hyunjin pulls out and Jisung can barely bite down the whine threatening to escape, remembering Hyunjin’s earlier words just in time.

He looks up at Hyunjin with a frown, confused.

“Look at you. So messy,” Hyunjin wipes at his tears, his soft smile almost giving Jisung whiplash from the change in demeanor.

“Please, sir. ‘M so needy,” he tries. As much as having his throat fucked is amazing, he still hasn’t gotten any relief himself, his hard cock still straining against the tiny panties his wearing, he can feel the panties are wet, by now he’s probably already leaking on the floor.

“Oh, you poor baby. That’s just too bad then because this isn’t about you now, is it? It’s about me and about them,” he gestures to the other members all watching them, “you don’t get to feel good until you’ve made us feel good,” Hyunjin says, tone sickly sweet and making Jisung want to cry more than he already is.

“Please, please, just want something,” he tries again. He’s pushing his luck but he’s so desperate.

All of a sudden, there’s a harsh pain in his cock and he cries out, he quickly realizes Hyunjin’s boot is pressing down on it, hard.

“Ah ah, sir, it hurts!” He screams. Instead of lessening the pressure though, Hyunjin twists his foot and pushes harder.

“No complaining now. You should be thanking me, you asked for something, I gave you it so you’re gonna be a good boy and thank me,” Hyunjin says, in that dark, sexy voice of his and Jisung is a goner.

“Hyunjin-” it almost sounds like someone is about to protest, maybe worried for Jisung. He can’t tell who it is, too far gone but he interrupts.

“Ah, sir. Thank you! Thank you, sir,” he says, slightly rolling his hips now. Hyunjin lets up a bit at the words and lets Jisung hump his boot for a second. When he sees Jisung isn’t paying attention, his eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open, he guides his cock back into Jisung’s mouth. Slowly this time, careful.

He continues his slow thrusts like this, pressing down his foot a little harder occasionally just to feel Jisung’s little cries around his cock. It doesn’t take much longer until he’s cumming and with a hand cupping Jisung’s jaw, he forces him to swallow it all down. Removing his foot and taking away all pleasure for Jisung, who cries in protest. Humping the air in search of more friction.

Jisung falls forward onto the floor, breathing heavily until gentle hands are pulling him up, pulling him into an embrace and stroking his hair.

“Shh, baby. What’s your color?” The voice asks as Jisung slowly comes back to reality.

“G-green,” he stutters, that was amazing. Hyunjin and he have done things more intense than this but never has he denied Jisung in the end. It’s overwhelming but he’s so aroused from it all that he thinks they should do it more.

He gets picked up and put down on the bed, he realizes the voice belongs to Chan now. Chan wipes his tears, looking at him with that fond smile he always has reserved for just the seven of them, maybe a tad bit fonder when directed at Jisung, his first stray kid.

He smiles back and he hears cooing from around him, his sole attention is on Chan though who giggles and leans in to kiss him, soft but firm all the same, the way he’s always imagined.

Chan pushes him back until he lands with his back on the soft sheets of his bed. He sighs into the kiss, he could kiss Chan forever and he’d never get tired of it. He’s already addicted, he hopes Chan will let him kiss him more, in the studio maybe or when Jisung feels particularly sleepy and needy.

Chan’s hands wander down and caress his sides under his shirt. Jisung squirms, always very ticklish but it feels good. He moves his hands to touch Chan too, eagerly pushing up his shirt and whining for him to take it off. He’s trying to see how far he can go with Chan, if he can be a bit bratty or if he will be put in his place like with Hyunjin.

Chan just giggles though and leans back to take off his shirt. It’s then that Jisung notices Chan’s state. His shoes and socks already off, his pants unbuttoned, and his dick visible through his boxers. He must’ve been touching himself, Jisung realizes, he was touching himself watching Jisung and Hyunjin. Jisung glances beside Chan to see the others and safe for Hyunjin everyone has a hand on their own or someone else’s dick. Oh fuck. They’re all looking at him.

Jeongin must be the first to notice his shocked expression because he speaks up first.

“You’re so cute, Sungie.” And Jisung just squirms more.

Chan leans back over though and Jisung zones in on him again. Chan is so attention-grabbing, so attractive without even realizing it, he wants to get his hands on him. So he does, he reaches out and pulls so that Chan just falls on top of him, the older man tries to get up but Jisung doesn’t let him, clinging to him like a koala. He wants to just enjoy this for a moment. The weight of Chan on top of him is comfortable, almost like a personal weighted blanket.

He loosens his hold just a little to feel up Chan’s broad back, Chan laughs and lets him do as he pleases, something Hyunjin would never allow.

It doesn’t take very long for Chan to get a little impatient too so he gets up despite Jisung’s hands trying to get him down and pins his hands down.

“Don’t push me too far, babyboy. I will let you get away with a lot but you don’t wanna get on my bad side,” Chan whispers, just for his ears to hear and he moans, eyes almost falling shut.

He doesn’t talk back now but stores the information away for later, maybe he’ll piss Chan off sometime just to see what happens, as a bit of a (read: a very big) painslut, he’s almost certain he’ll enjoy it.

Then Chan is pulling away again and Jisung almost whines until he sees Chan pull his pants and boxers down and off. He’s seen Chan’s dick before of course, but never like this. Standing hard and red, because of him of all people, he is the reason for that.

He tries to reach out again, to get a hand on his dick but Chan is faster and pins his arms down again.

Chan leans over him to kiss him again, positively distracting him and flipping them so Jisung’s on top now. Jisung yelps but belatedly moans at the show of strength, Chan just did that with so much ease.

Chan sits up then, bringing Jisung with him so that he’s straddling him.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby, I’m gonna work you open, and then you’re gonna ride daddy and make him feel good, yeah?”

Jisung could cum from Chan calling himself daddy alone but he refrains.

“Please.” Chan’s idea sounds amazing. Chan then looks for the lube, it’s Seungmin who throws it his way.

He opens it and Jisung buries his face in Chan’s shoulder while Chan pushes his skirt up so he can start squeezing his ass and teasing a dry finger at his hole through the panties. When that makes Jisung whine in his neck, he teases the panties aside before ordering Jisung to sit up so he can pull them down for easy access. It’s embarrassing, the way he knows the other members are all sitting behind him, getting a full view of his ass as Chan pulls the panties off him. He can hear the slick sounds of lube and the moans and groans behind him grow louder once Chan has revealed his ass.

He starts biting and sucking on the skin of Chan’s neck, definitely leaving marks. Not the smartest move but he isn’t exactly thinking straight and Chan isn’t stopping him so he can pretend it’s not his fault.

Jisung finally hears the bottle of lube being opened, he takes in a deep breath, he’s not exactly nervous to be fucked but they have an audience and this is Chan who he kissed for the first time only earlier today. Probably less than an hour ago but Jisung isn’t sure, time is an illusion.

Then he feels Chan tease his finger at his hole, the other hand keeping his skirt up to give everyone a good view.

Jisung instinctively pushes back to get the finger to slip inside but Chan pulls the finger away and instead uses the hand to smack his ass, Jisung bucks and moans. His head is spinning, he loves that Chan is getting a little rough with him. He can also hear the other members react, appreciative words, and pleased sounds coming from them.

“Keep still, babyboy, and take what you’re given, understand?”

“Yes daddy,” he says, quietly, timidly. He’s never called anyone daddy but damn, has he wanted to.

“Fuck, Sungie, you’re perfect,” Chan says, his voice sounding strained.

“Please, daddy, want you, please,” with every word, Jisung grows a little bolder, a little louder. He wants Chan so badly.

“Okay, babyboy, you’ll get what you want, just a little patience.”

And then the finger is back at his hole, teasing his rim. This time Jisung keeps still and then finally, the first finger is pushed in. Jisung moans, he almost can’t feel it, there’s no stretch but the feeling of having something, anything, in him is so good.

Chan begins pumping it in and out, Jisung not letting out anything more than some breathy moans and soft sighs.

So only a minute later, Chan pushes a second one in without warning, and this time Jisung grows louder, finally feeling the stretch. Jisung sits up straight and tangles his fingers in Chan’s hair, grabbing it but being careful not to pull because he doesn’t want the fingers to be taken away.

Chan starts moving his fingers a little quicker, scissoring his fingers to properly open him up now and Jisung feels like he could cum just from this. He desperately wants to rut forward for some friction but he will cry sad tears if he doesn’t get Chan’s cock in him so he stays still like a good boy.

“Daddy, more please,” he begs, he needs Chan to speed up a little. He’s pretty much recovered from Hyunjin’s aggressive demeanor, he can handle more now.

Chan easily complies and after adding a bit more lube, he adds another finger, and now Jisung is full-out moaning, and then Chan suddenly hooks his fingers up, right against Jisung’s prostate, and this time he can’t help but push back as a high-pitched whimper leaves him.

Chan now really starts his assault, fingerfucking him and hitting his prostate the whole time, holding his waist with his other hand, the view isn’t that clear for the others now but the view of Jisung trembling and crying out is enough that it doesn’t really matter.

“I’m so close, ‘m so close, please, daddy,” Jisung slurs. He’s gonna come, untouched too and he’s not even been fucked, or at least he thinks so but then Chan’s pulling his fingers out and stopping all the stimulation and Jisung is crying again. “No, no, no, daddy, so mean.”

He hears laughing, from Chan but multiple others are too, he’s not sure who else. He was so close.

“Oh, you think I’m mean? Hm, well if I’m so mean, you don’t deserve to be fucked.” Chan moves to get Jisung off him but Jisung clings to him.

“No, daddy, sorry, Sungie’s sorry, please, fuck. Need you so bad, please,” he’s ugly crying for sure but he doesn’t care. He needs Chan.

Chan stops trying to get away eventually and Jisung sighs in relief. Thank god.

“Okay, but if you want me, you’re gonna have to work for it. You’re gonna ride me and I’m just gonna watch, don’t you dare cum unless I give you permission,” Chan threatens and Jisung just nods, excited at the prospect of finally being filled with cock. This is what he’s been wanting. “Alright, go on then, I’m waiting,” Chan urges him on.

Jisung nods eagerly and lifts himself up on his knees, reaching for Chan’s cock so he can line it up, and then, in one swift movement, he sinks down. Fucking hell, finally.

He doesn’t move immediately, letting himself enjoy the stretch, the feeling of being full, of being this intimate with Chan after he’s been yearning for it for so long. It’s incredible.

“Come on, Sung. Are you gonna make your daddy wait? He’s given you so many chances so you better make him feel good,” that’s Hyunjin. Fuck, okay, yes, he can do that.

He lifts himself up again on shaky legs so he can start bouncing, slow at first, getting used to the feeling but as Chan starts getting a bit more vocal, he grows more confident and he starts moving in earnest, bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth. His thighs are burning, and he’s panting but he can’t stop, he needs to make Chan feel good.

He’s proud of himself for doing so well but then he shifts and Chan brushes up against his prostate and it’s like he loses all power in his legs. He falls forward against Chan with a little cry. He tries to get back up and continue but he can’t do it, at the realization some sobs wrack from his body. He wants to be good, needs to be.

“Oh, you pathetic baby, can’t even make his daddy feel good,” Chan shakes his head in disappointment and maybe that should make Jisung feel bad but it doesn’t, it never does, he feels his cock twitch instead.

“I-I’m sorry, ah, please, daddy, Sungie’s sorry,” he apologizes, needs Chan to know that he tried, that he isn’t purposefully trying to be a brat. Chan then pushes the skirt up so that the other members have a clear view of his ass without Chan having to hold the skirt up. Chan gives him a slap and Jisung yelps and arches his back, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut and the sting.

It’s not bad, though, spanking might be one of his biggest kinks, only it is one they agreed to keep to a minimum so as to not overwhelm him too much but he keeps in mind to discuss it with Chan (and maybe Jeongin because he also has really nice hands) later.

Then Chan scoots forward a little so he can let himself fall back against the pillows and plants his feet so he can start thrusting up into Jisung with some deep grunts.

“Guess I’ll have to do the work myself then if the slut can’t even do that right,” Chan breathes out between pants, Jisung is actually fully collapsed on top of him, moaning as he lets himself be used. He barely registers that Chan is only person number 2 and he has 5 more to go after this. This is gonna be a long night but possibly the best one of his life. He loves to get fucked and wrecked and ruined until he can’t think and that’s that.

Now that Chan’s setting the pace with his hands holding Jisung’s waist in a tight grip it doesn’t take long for Chan to be close. He grips a little tighter and Jisung panics as he realizes that Chan will cum before him.

“Daddy, daddy please, let me cum, please,” he begs but when he looks Chan in the face, he’s met with an evil smirk.

“Oh? You thought I’d actually let you cum, that’s cute,” Chan laughs and Jisung cries as he’s filled up only a few thrusts later. Chan doesn’t even let him bask in the feeling, pulling out as soon as his high is over and leaving Jisung panting on the bed as he tries to recover from the intense pleasure being taken away from him a second time.

He can’t believe they’re being so mean to him, especially because he told them all that he can cum at least 4 times, he thinks he’s deserved it by now but apparently, they don’t think so.

Then soft hands are pulling him up and cradling him, whispering soft praises in his ear and playing with his hair and he’s pulled from his thought, relaxing in the embrace. When he finally comes to, he realizes both Seungmin and Jeongin are with him. He’s pulled against Jeongin while Seungmin runs soothing hands along his sides and wipes away the tears that are only just stopping now.

They also use some wet wipes to clean him up. His skirt is stained by now but he thinks he can maybe goad one of them into buying him a new one. Chan would probably indulge him, Minho might too and he thinks Felix would also be happy to give him one. Changbin definitely; Changbin’s never ever said no to Jisung, he’s a big softie.

“Are you with us, princess?” Jeongin asks and Jisung hums. “Can you use your words for us?”

“Mhm, yes. ‘s okay. Just intense,” he giggles, it sounds a little broken from the way he can already feel his throat starting to hurt a little from Hyunjin’s earlier treatment. He can’t deny that it all adds to how sexy this whole situation is though, however frustrating when they won’t let him cum.

“Good boy,” Seungmin says next. Seungmin seems different. He’s less playful, less joking. He’s soft-spoken and caring, almost loving in the way he looks and touches Jisung. The gentlest of them all, something Jisung wasn’t really expecting but it’s something he appreciates after Hyunjin and Chan.

Even Jeongin, who he’d expected to be one of the roughest among them, is handling him with so much care. Giving him time and waiting until Jisung gives them the okay to continue.

Something all of them do but not always paired with a soft smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand.

“I’m okay,” he breathes out, verbal confirmation that they can continue. Jeongin starts by pressing a kiss to his cheek, Seungmin following with a kiss on his other cheek and then his forehead and his nose and everywhere all over his face and then his lips until Jisung is fully relaxed and giggling.

The sounds around him are those of cooing and a whispered, “fuck, they’re so cute,” that he thinks comes from Changbin but he’s not sure in the haze of all the affection he’s receiving.

They maneuver Jisung so he’s lying with his back against the soft sheets again and each takes one of his sides, kissing more of his face and then his neck and shoulder.

“Can I take off your shirt, Sungie?” Seungmin asks and it hits Jisung that Seungmin must also be on the submissive side, it makes sense with the way he’s also softly whining, looking at Jeongin as if to ask permission and not calling Jisung by any pet name.

“Yes, please,” Jisung manages. For some reason, now is when his mind chooses to go all fuzzy and he feels amazing, the softer treatment and affection pushing him into his subspace in no time as he finally lets himself be completely vulnerable. Vulnerable in a different way than he was with Hyunjin and Chan where he gave his body, now he also gives his mind. Giving it to Seungmin and Jeongin to do as they please.

As Seungmin takes Jisung’s shirt off him, Jeongin’s hands move to his nipples, first just rubbing over them and then giving a teasing pinch, making Jisung whimper high in his throat.

He distantly hears some giggling but it’s not coming from the men on either side of him so he pays it no mind.

Then his skirt is once again pushed up as Jeongin rubs his hands on his inner thighs, Jisung left squirming and whining a little. He feels so good despite the lack of stimulation on his cock.

Then Seungmin is leaning over him and kisses him, Jisung feels tears brimming at the corners of his eyes again already, he feels so overwhelmed but in the best possible way. Seungmin licks at his lips and Jisung opens his mouth to let him lick inside, they’re both eager and a bit messy but Jisung likes it, he feels spit on his chin from the drooling but doesn’t care.

Then Jeongin’s hand is around his cock and his back arches off the bed, his moan muffled as Seungmin keeps licking into his mouth. Jisung is barely responding to the kiss just letting his mouth fall open for Seungmin to do what he wants as Jeongin starts stroking him.

Jisung just relaxes against the sheets, letting them do the work for now.

“Minnie, stop for a second,” Jeongin says and Seungmin whines a little (he’s so cute) but does as told.

Jisung opens his eyes, he didn’t realize he closed them and sees Jeongin and Seungmin make out. His breath hitches, they are so hot.

“W-wow,” he stutters, it causes them to part, Jeongin smirking and Seungmin looking at Jisung with a blush.

“Wow indeed.” That was definitely Changbin and Seungmin flushes even redder, Jeongin shooting him a wink, causing some of the others to laugh.

“Innie,” Jisung starts but Jeongin shakes his head.

“Uh-uh that’s sir for you, princess,” Jeongin says.

“Please, sir,” he corrects himself. God, he loves when they call him princess, something the fans have also picked up on but he doesn’t think they know to what extent.

“What do you want, princess? You gotta use your words.”

He groans, he’s not sure what he wants. He just wants them to make him feel good but most of all, he wants to please them, wants to be good.

“Wanna make you and Minnie feel good, please? Can use me however you want,” he says and he sees Jeongin’s gaze darken slightly.

“Yeah, you wanna be our slutty toy?” Jeongin asks and Jisung nods and then remembers that he needs to use his words.

“Yes,” he says softly, quietly.

“Alright, baby. I want you on all fours. Minnie, come here. Sungie is going to suck you off. Is that okay?” When Seungmin nods, he continues, “You can fuck his throat and pull his hair, do whatever you want to feel good. Jisungie is going to be a good boy and take it, right princess?” He asks Jisung who’s maneuvering himself to be on all fours.

“Yes, sir. Wanna be your good boy,” he says and Jeongin smiles, petting his hair.

Then he turns back to Seungmin, kissing him again, Jisung can’t see them but hears the sounds and hears the zipper of pants. He assumes it’s Jeongin opening Seungmin’s pants when he hears a moan from Seungmin.

His assumption is confirmed when only a few seconds later, Seungmin is setting in front of him. Jisung is now on all fours between his legs. He looks at Seungmin’s dick, it’s not big but not necessarily small, it’s about average Jisung thinks. Only a little smaller than his own.

“Go on then, we don’t have all day,” Jeongin urges him on from behind, pushing his head down so he’s buried in Seungmin’s crotch, it’s humiliating and he groans.

Jeongin lets him go quite easily and Jisung finally starts licking at Seungmin’s length, one of Seungmin’s hands shooting up to his hair, not pulling or pushing him but for purchase. Jisung starts with just licking, he’s sure none of the others would allow him to tease like this so he enjoys the little bit of freedom and the beautiful sounds it pulls from Seungmin.

He almost forgets Jeongin is there until he feels his hands running over him again, over his back and his sides, and then on his thighs again.

Jisung takes Seungmin in all the way if only to keep in his sounds. Seungmin moans louder now so the tiny noises coming out of Jisung go unnoticed.

But he has to pull off for just a moment when Jeongin licks at his rim. He moans loudly, not expecting it at all. He’s not complaining though. The tongue fucks into him and he whines from where his head is lying on Seungmin’s thigh. Not even holding himself up anymore, only his ass up but then the pleasure is taken away.

“Minnie, you pull him up and fuck into his throat, okay? He’s clearly too dumb to do it himself so you’re gonna have to take charge, is that alright?” Jisung whimpers, Jeongin acting like he’s not even here. It’s hot.

“O-okay,” Seungmin says and then the hand still on Jisung’s head is tightening it’s grip and pulling him up so he’s forced to lift his head. His mouth opens automatically and Seungmin guides him down on his cock. Seungmin then keeps his head still and he timidly fucks up into it. At least, at first, it’s careful, but after only a few moments, Seungmin loses his inhibitions and speeds up. Jeongin also goes back to fucking him with his tongue and Jisung officially stops thinking at all. He feels like he’s floating, everything feels fuzzy and he just slacks his jaw and relaxes as he gets used. Only whining when Jeongin pulls away.

Then Jeongin’s cock is lined up and he moans loudly when Jeongin starts pushing in. His knees buckle and his thighs are trembling but Jeongin’s hands are keeping him up by the waist.

Seungmin’s hips falter and Jisung can tell he’s close, he lets the both of them just do what they want. Jeongin is going slow which Jisung is thankful for because as much as he loves this, it’s very overwhelming.

It doesn’t take much longer and Seungmin is coming into his mouth. Jisung isn’t able to swallow it all but he tries his best. He gets most of it but as he pulls off some of the substance spills on Seungmin’s thighs. Seungmin pets his hair and gets out from under him. Jisung collapses entirely. Only held up a little at his hips by Jeongin’s strong hands. Jeongin has stopped his movements for now.

“Color?” He asks, needing to know that Jisung is still okay. He trusts that Jisung would safeword but they’ve not been careful with him.

“G-green, just… gentle,” Jisung says, he’s still so so desperate. He’s so horny. When will he get to cum?

“Of course, baby,” Jeongin says and he starts moving again, slow and gentle like Jisung asked. Jisung whimpers, he loves this so so much but he’s so overwhelmed.

“Please, please, sir, wanna cum, can Sungie cum?” He begs, he thinks he needs to.

Jeongin turns around, asking the other members’ opinions. When they all look at Hyunjin, he chuckles and nods.

Jisung can’t see it so he whines in confusion when Jeongin suddenly stops moving but his eyes close when Jeongin suddenly wraps a hand around him and starts moving his hand at the same speed that he’s fucking into Jisung at.

Jisung pushes his face into the pillows and lets himself enjoy the intense pleasure he feels.

It takes just a few more thrusts for Jisung to come, and Jeongin is not far behind. Jeongin keeps moving, riding out his orgasm. When he pulls out, Jisung falls down on the bed, breathing heavily. He feels so good, he really needed that orgasm. He feels okay to keep going now.

He’s manhandled on his back by Jeongin, who kisses him gently, and Jisung whimpers, Jeongin is so good.

“Thank you,” he mutters when Jeongin pulls away.

“Oh, baby. You’re so cute,” Jeongin giggles and it makes Jisung smile.

“Good luck,” Jeongin whispers, and he’s confused for just a moment until he sees Minho and Felix crawl onto the bed. He understands now, Minho is actually terrifying.

Before they do anything though, Felix is wiping his stomach with a cloth he must have gotten from the bathroom just before.

“Hi, love,” Felix whispers and he’s so sweet as always, he’s scared of what the combination of Felix and Minho will do to him.

“Hi,” he says back. Minho is just looking at them and Jisung catches his gaze.

“Hey, babyboy,” Minho says then. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, a little scared,” he admits, it makes everyone laugh.

“Mhm, you should be,” Minho winks, and Jisung swears he’s not gonna make it. Minho is too much.

“Uhm, what do I call you?” He asks, he’s curious, not only about what Minho will say but also about Felix, he can’t really imagine what Felix is like in a more dominant role, if he even can be.

“I like master,” Minho answers and Jisung fights back a laugh at how predictable that is. It’s so Minho.

He then directs his attention to Felix.

“Daddy or master but Minho’s taken that one,” Felix playfully glares at Minho. Jisung giggles but nods. He’s a bit surprised by Felix’s preferences but he doesn’t show it. He’s been proven wrong several times tonight.

“Okay, daddy,” he says, happy to have something to call them by.

“You’re so fucking cute, stop it,” Minho says.

Jisung turns to him, makes his eyes a little bigger, and pouts a little, “or what?”

He knows that was a mistake when he sees Minho’s eyes darken. Or maybe it was the best thing he could’ve done.

Minho gives him a slap on his thigh. Jisung yelps but laughs. He’s mostly doing it to taunt him some more, see what he’ll do.

“That all you got?”

Minho goes to loom over him, leaning down until they’re nearly kissing but not fully.

“You have no idea what you’re in for, babyboy,” Minho says and he means it. Jisung tries to lean up to kiss him but Minho leans back, not letting him, it makes Jisung whine.

Felix pushes Minho away then and leans down to actually kiss Jisung. In the group, Jisung is probably the biggest slut for kisses but Felix is definitely a close second. They melt into each other, ignoring everyone around them as they get lost in just kissing and making out until Minho speaks again.

“Felix, come on,” he says, Felix pulls away with a smirk and a quick “good luck” to Jisung. Jisung is a little scared but mostly turned on. Minho pulls the now dirty skirt off him. Maybe it’s for the best, it was barely on him anymore anyway. Minho then gives him a quick peck but doesn’t let him kiss him properly.

“On your knees,” he orders and Jisung thinks about being bratty for just a second until he decides against it, he figures Minho and Felix will do enough without him acting like a brat. He sits up on his knees, waiting for further orders.

Minho tells him to turn around just so he can’t see them. He’s confused but doesn’t question it and instead does as asked. He can hear them strip behind him, he wants to look but he’s trying to be a good boy right now.

Felix comes back in front of him, smiling brightly. Jisung gives a hesitant smile back, he’s so curious about what they have in store for him.

He gets his answer (or at least part of it) when Felix lays down in front of him, legs spread on either side of Jisung to show off a pretty purple plug nestled inside him. Jisung’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. Is… Is he expected to fuck Felix?

Now it’s not like Jisung has never topped, but it’s been a while since he figured out he preferred being a bottom. He’s not very experienced in the art of topping. If they were gonna make him top anyone though, it makes sense that it’s Felix. Felix is definitely the smallest in terms of dick size.

When Jisung stays like that frozen, Felix’s smile turns a bit uncertain. Does Jisung not want to fuck him?

“Hey, is this okay?” Minho whispers in Jisung’s ear and Jisung jumps but eventually snaps back to reality.

“Oh uh yeah, just… haven’t topped in a while, don’t wanna be bad,” he admits his insecurities. Felix's smile is right back.

“Aw poor baby. Such a useless dick, hm?” Felix taunts. It makes Jisung whimper but then Minho continues.

“Don’t worry, baby. While you fuck Felix, I’ll be fucking you so I’ll be right here to guide you,” Minho lets him know. Jisung nearly cums from that thought alone. He’ll be fucked while fucking someone? That sounds like a dream. It’s definitely something he’s fantasized about but has never wanted to admit. Never thought would come true.

“O-okay,” he breathes out. As excited as he is, he’s also very nervous.

“Relax, baby. Are you sure you wanna do this? We can do something else as well?” Minho asks.

“No, no. I want it, just a little nervous but really want it. Please,” he can’t pass up on this opportunity. “I’ll use my safeword if I need to, I promise.”

“Alright, baby. Can you fuck Felix with his plug then? Just to loosen him up a little?” Minho asks, gentle for now. Jisung wonders when or if Minho will go back to his harsh and kinda mean demeanor. He hopes so.

He scrambles to grab the bottom of the plug, eyes transfixed on the way Felix’s hole spreads around it when he starts pulling on it. He’s kind of in a daze as he starts fucking it in and out. Only slightly distracted by Minho biting, sucking, and kissing along the back of his neck and shoulders.

“Come on, babyboy, I’m ready. Are you gonna fuck daddy? Make him feel good?” Felix teases and Jisung thinks he’s gonna die. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” He scoots a little closer, putting the plug to the side. Minho guides him forward and wraps a hand around him with more lube to slick him up and line him up before Jisung can do it himself. Minho strokes him a few times just to rile him up more. When he’s properly lined up he takes one deep breath before pushing forward, Minho helps him.

Fuck, Felix feels so good around him. So warm and wet. He can’t lie, he’s missed this just a little bit. He’s a proud bottom but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like topping.

He goes slow as he’s bottoming out, he doesn’t wanna cum in .2 seconds. He needs to keep it together. He doesn’t need any extra fuel for Minho and Felix to bully him with (even if he’d probably like it).

When he’s finally fully inside, he realizes he’s been holding his breath so he breathes out, trying to get used to the feeling. He allows himself a moment to just relax but then Felix starts moving for him and he moans. When he feels ready he tentatively starts moving by himself, Felix stops to let him do what he wants. He slowly starts to get into it.

“Are you ready for me, babyboy?” Minho asks then and Jisung stops when he feels Minho’s dick pushing against his rim.

“Yes, master, please. Want you inside, please,” he begs, he needs this so badly. 

Minho starts pushing in and Jisung keeps whimpering when he does. It’s so much. It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced. He feels oversensitive but not in a bad way. A tear falls down his face.

“Oh, baby, you look so pretty when you cry. Our pretty whore, hm?” Felix says and he sounds so sweet it makes Jisung’s head spin, trying to process the words. He hears Minho chuckle from behind him. 

Minho is the first to start moving again, jostling Jisung with him and making him thrust into Felix. Minho is pulling his hips back as he thrusts in and pushing him forward into Felix with every thrust out. The stimulation is enough to make Jisung cry more even if the pace is still slow.

Jisung is using every bone in his body to stop himself from coming.

Just when he thinks this cannot get better, Minho thrusts in hard and speeds up. Jisung falls forward onto Felix, he didn’t expect the sudden change.

“Oh, you dumb little slut, can’t even stay up. It seems like I have to do everything himself,” Minho mutters. He sounds so disappointed, Jisung sobs.

“Please, master! ‘M sorry, ‘m dumb, too much,” he cries. He wants Minho to keep talking to him like that. To keep using Jisung the way he and Felix are. 

Minho keeps fucking him hard and fast, pulling his hips so Felix gets fucked into as well. Jisung lets himself be manhandled and just takes it.

It doesn’t take long for Jisung to cum at all. Minho goes to pull out but he doesn’t want him to, he needs to keep going.

“No!” He yells, “Master, please please, I can take it, please, keep going, please.” Minho can’t stop. He wants to experience this for longer. At least until either Felix or Minho cums, preferably both.

“Pretty whore, can’t get enough. Look at you, so wrecked and you just keep wanting more. Such a greedy boy.” Minho just keeps taunting him but thrusts back in, making Jisung moan.

Felix takes Jisung’s face in his hands, wiping his tears.

“Pretty boy. You look so fucked out, our little slut,” Felix says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. All Jisung can do in response is whine. Tears keep falling from his eyes, he doesn’t have the power to stop them. Felix reaches between them to stroke himself and Minho goes impossibly faster. It’s Minho who cums first, Felix not long after and as Felix clenches, Jisung is sent over the edge once more. It feels like he’s not even in his own body anymore, that was insane.

He collapses completely on top of Felix, still crying, hiccupping, and shaking hard as he tries to calm down. Minho and Felix whisper to him, kissing him and rubbing his sore muscles to try and coax him back to them.

When Jisung stops shaking, he lifts his head to look into Felix’s eyes which are gazing at him with so much love, he feels like his heart is gonna burst.

“Hi, baby. Are you with us?” Felix asks, his deep voice soothing.

“Yes,” his voice is hoarse, it almost sounds like someone else entirely. Minho pulls out and it’s then that Jisung realizes he’s also still buried inside of Felix and despite having come twice in quick succession, he’s still hard. He pulls himself up on shaking legs as he goes to pull out. Falling on his back next to Felix instead. He’s greeted by Minho’s beautiful face and his unfairly pretty smile.

“Hyung…” is all Jisung can think to say. Minho’s smile gets even wider and he leans down to kiss Jisung. Laying down on his other side and cuddling up to him for just a moment, Felix doing the same on the other side as Jisung finally gets his breathing back to normal. When Minho pulls away he whines but Felix shuts him up with a kiss and in seconds, Minho is back with another cloth to clean them up. He lays limp as Felix and Minho tend to him. They coax him to sit up so he can drink some water as he recovers. His eyes dart around the room. Everyone is looking at them with fond gazes and then his eyes meet Changbin’s.

Changbin. The last person. Jisung feels his soul leave his body. Of course, Changbin is last. They’ve definitely done this on purpose. They know how weak Jisung is for him. They know about his soft spot. They know that as much as he adores all of them, there is still that special place in his heart reserved for Changbin alone.

Changbin feels the same about Jisung and everybody knows. Jisung included. Their feelings aren’t exactly a secret.

Their relationship is a bit complicated, they’re not dating, they aren’t boyfriends, they aren’t exclusive and before today they hadn’t even kissed but they love each other more than anyone. 

They spend quiet nights together in Changbin’s bed, cuddling, relaxing, and winding down from their busy days. The words don’t need to be said for both of them to know how strong the feelings are.

Maybe their relationship is weird but it’s them. It’s Jisung and Changbin and that’s perfect.

Jisung makes grabby hands for him and he laughs as he comes over. Jisung doesn’t have time to mourn the loss of Felix and Minho’s arms around him because he’s quickly enveloped by Changbin’s instead.

He lets himself by doted on as Changbin pats his hair down, wipes the last remaining tears from his face and kisses him on both cheeks, forehead nose and then finally his lips.

It’s just a quick peck at first, Jisung can’t help but giggle. Changbin is his favourite. Their lips meet again in a soft kiss, but it’s messy, Jisung just can’t stop smiling which in turn makes Changbin smiles and then their teeth are just clashing together.

“This is the softest shit I’ve ever seen,” Hyunjin whispers and Jisung remembers they’re not alone but he doesn’t really care. This is his moment with Changbin.

“Hyung, want you,” he whispers.

“You’ll get me, love,” Changbin replies, moving from his side to hover over him. Jisung throws his arms around Changbin’s neck, gazing up at him lovingly. He’s incredibly sore and sensitive but he needs Changbin more than he’s ever needed anything in his life.

“Not too sensitive, doll?” God the pet names are gonna make Jisung pass out, it’s like Changbin knows all his weaknesses without having to ask.

“No. ‘M sensitive but need you. I can handle it, hyung, promise.” He also pouts his lips, laying it oon thick so Changbin can’t deny him. Changbin can never deny Jisung anything.

‘You’re gonna be the death of me, love. Can you spread your legs a little more for me?” He’s so gentle and sweet. Jisung obeys, his legs widening more so Changbin can settle between them. Changbin massages his thighs and Jisung moans quietly, his body hurts and it’s gonna be a pain tomorrow but Changbin’s hands massaging him feel amazing. Changbin’s hands move up to caress his sides up, teasingly brushing over his nipples. It makes Jisung’s breath hitch but the hands don’t linger. 

They move up more, massaging his shoulders, brushing his hair out of his face and cupping his face before one hand wraps loosely around his throat. Jisung’s eyes fall shut as he moans, even with no pressure, he’s already going crazy. Changbin squeezes for just a brief second and Jisung whimpers. His hips bucking up slightly. When he opens his eyes again, he sees Changbin looking down at him with an infuriating smirk. He knows he’s proclaimed it a lot tonight but if Changbin doesn’t get inside him soon he will actually die. No more Jisung.

“Hyung, hyung, please,” his voice comes out breathier than he means it too but they seem to have the desired effect either way. Changbin’s hands briefly leave his body to get the lube. He slicks himself up and then guides his dick against Jisung’s rim, looking at Jisung with questioning eyes. When he gets a nod, he pushes in, one hand wrapping back around Jisung’s throat and the other squeezing his waist. Jisung’s mouth falls open in a silent moan.

He doesn’t know why this is so intense. If it’s because this is Changbin or because this is the last person and he’s incredibly oversensitive. Maybe it’s a little bit of both. That’s probably it.

When Changbin bottoms out, the hand around his throat tightens, squeezing until his breathing is completely cut off. Changbin pulls out and pushes back in harshly, letting him breathe again after. Jisung moans louder than he has all evening. Changbin goes on like this, constricting his breathing as he gives Jisung deep thrusts. He finds Jisung’s prostate and hits the spot repeatedly.

When he’s positive he’s riled up Jisung enough to make him completely relaxed, he lets go of his throat and instead plants his elbows on either side of Jisung’s head and thrusts like that.

He somehow reaches even deeper like this and Jisung is delirious with pleasure. His mouth hangs open and moans keep tumbling from his mouth. Changbin is also letting out moans by now. Then Changbin leans down and kisses Jisung. Jisung tries to reciprocate the best he can but he mostly just lets Changbin lick into his mouth because he struggles to do anything other than let his mouth hang open.

Changbin doesn’t seem to care though, kissing him and giggling as he keeps fucking into him. Changbin also misses his mouth sometimes as he focuses on fucking Jisung and eventually gives up on kissing too, just letting their foreheads rest against each other.

“So good for me, doll,” Changbin praises, and Jisung just whines in response. He’s up in the clouds.

Changbin keeps whispering little praises like that, his voice getting higher as he gets closer to his orgasm. When he gets close he starts stroking Jisung in time with his thrusts.

It’s Changbin who cums first but as Changbin thrusts a few more times to ride out his orgasm Jisung comes too with a soft cry. They stay the way they are for quite a while, panting against each other. Jisung eventually wraps around Changbin so Changbin has no other choice than to rest his full weight on Jisung.

Changbin indulges him for probably a minute before he leans up, presses a kiss to Jisung’s lips, and then pulls away completely. It’s not an easy feat with Jisung clinging to him and whining but Changbin is stronger and Jisung is not really at the top of his game all things considered.

“I’m sorry, baby. Come on, we gotta clean up,” Changbin says as he’s pulling out. Chan throws him a clean cloth to clean up once more. Changbin wipes them down as best as he can. Jisung is whining the whole time but Changbin ignores it.

Then all the others are on the bed with them. All of them leave kisses along Jisung’s body, some are scratching his head, some holding his hands and some massaging his body. It feels good and Jisung starts to feel like himself again.

“Here, eat a little, love.” Changbin hands him some fruit they’re prepared beforehand. Jisung needs to at least eat but they knew he wouldn’t be up for a proper meal so soon. He then hands him more water and Jisung drinks it obediently.

“Let’s go take a bath, sweetheart. We can have a big cuddle pile after, how does that sound?” Changbin asks. As much as he wants to allow Jisung to sleep, he’s dirty and they’ll regret it tomorrow. Besides, his sheets are gonna need to be changed before they can crash. Someone will do it while they go clean up.

Some of the other members leave to shower, some together, some separately. Only Chan and Hyunjin stay behind to change the sheets. Changbin carries Jisung to the bathroom. He sets Jisung down on the toilet while he gets the water running, putting in lots of bubbles to make it as enjoyable as possible for Jisung while he’s in this state.

“Hyung?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thanks for doing this for me. It was… really nice and… I wanna do it again. Maybe not with all of you at the same time but you all took care of me and I liked it. Do you… do you think the others liked it?” Jisung asks, suddenly insecure. He loved every second and he wants to fuck around with every single member again, he’s just not sure if everyone else would want to.

“Of course, love. I’m sure they all loved it. I loved it, Sungie. I’d gladly do it again if you’d have me,” Changbin smiles.

“Yes! You know I would, hyung.” Jisung smiles back, so happy.

“Get in the bath, sweetheart,” Changbin says and Jisung obeys, sighing as he lowers himself into the water.

“You too, hyung.”

“I don’t know if I’ll fit, doll.” Changbin tries to refuse but Jisung won’t stand for it and seconds later he’s climbing in too. He can’t resist Jisung, everybody knows that.

They don’t take too much time. Jisung is very tired and Changbin doesn’t want him to fall asleep in the bath. He helps Jisung wash up, washing up himself when that’s done. It’s a bit awkward because the bath is a bit too small for two grown men to fit into but they make it work.

When they get out, Changbin wraps the softest towel he can find around Jisung and helps him dry off. Jisung insists on helping him too so he lets him, giving him a little peck because he can’t resist. He can’t believe he can just do that now. Jisung sneaks another peck as well before going back to his room. Changbin goes to his own to get clothes, some for Jisung too because he desperately wants to wear one of his hyung’s hoodies. He goes to Jisung's room to find almost everyone already back. The sheets changed as well.

Jisung lying on top of them as he waits for Changbin. It looks like only Chan is still missing, the man probably let everyone else shower first. He gets dressed quickly and helps Jisung get dressed as well.

The bed is probably too small to fit all of them but Jisung just lies on top of him, Seungmin and Jeongin are entangled into a weird mess of limbs, Hyunjin has fit himself as closely to Minho as he can and they all know Felix will claim their leader as his personal cuddle buddy as soon as he comes back.

When Chan finally finds a way to fit in the bed with them, they all relax. It’s cramped and definitely not ideal but it’s exactly the kind of comfort they all need right now.

“Goodnight, love you,” Jisung croaks, clearly only about a second away from sleep. A chorus of goodnights and more I love you’s are exchanged before all of them drift off.