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“Damn it!” Minseok burst into the room and slammed the bottle in his hand onto the table. “That game was such bullshit. I’m still so fucking pissed.”
“Yeah, no, seriously though,” Junmyeon said, picking up the Solo cups that had been knocked off the table. “Losing like that is the worst. I’d rather get completely blown out. We were so fucking close.”
“And we even got to see Minseok-hyung swearing. What a sight.” Baekhyun added as he walked in, followed by Jongdae, Yixing, Kyungsoo, and Jongin.
They had all changed out of their jerseys and into hoodies after the game. Soon Junmyeon’s living room was crowded again, the familiar end-of-week chaos settling in. Three worn leather couches had been pushed together into a loose semicircle, leaving the center oddly empty. The coffee table had been shoved against the wall and was now piled high with Solo cups and wine bottles.
“Alright, let’s not talk about that shit," Jongdae said, rubbing his hands together as he paced around the room. "Since we’re all here, let’s actually have some fun. So—who’s doing it today?”
Yixing grabbed his arm and dragged him down onto the couch before he could keep pacing. Jongdae let out an exaggerated howl before collapsing into the cushions.
Junmyeon glanced around the room. Everybody looked restless. The game had left them all wired and frustrated, adrenaline still lingering under their skin. It was the same after every bad loss. Too much energy, nowhere to put it.
They all knew what came next.
“Ahem,” Junmyeon began. “Since everyone’s here, we might as well—”
His words were cut off by cheers.
Minseok, unusually, joined in with Jongdae and Baekhyun, yelling along.
“So no pledge today.” Baekhyun said. “Someone's gotta do it. Who’s taking it up the butt?”
Everyone looked to Junmyeon for the final decision, and the room fell quiet for a moment. As expected, his gaze drifted to one side of the couch.
“Today’s lucky guy is...Jongin.” He gestured. “Get over here.”
The room erupted.
“Come on, Jongin, you ditched us for the game, now you've gotta pay for it!”
“Hurry up. You broke your ankle, not your fucking butt.”
“Yeah, if you can't contribute on the field, you contribute to the club.”
“You better put in some real effort today.”
Knowing exactly where this was going, Jongin let out a quiet sigh and pushed himself to his feet.
His stomach tightened, half dread, half anticipation.
A cast wrapped around his lower calf made his foot look like an oversized white cocoon. Against the pale plaster, his naturally tanned skin looked even darker.
“We won’t make you kneel,” Kyungsoo said, already nudging him forward.”You’re injured. Just get on the couch.”
Baekhyun grabbed his shoulder and steered him along. Jongin sat down obediently.
Now that the choice had been made, everyone’s attention shifted to him at once. Jongin swallowed and fidgeted with his fingers on the couch.
Even though he hadn’t been part of this secret club for long, he had already learned how these nights went. Most of the time he was on the other side of it, watching alongside the others while some unlucky pledge tried to survive the evening.
But sometimes it was a member’s turn.
And tonight, apparently, it was his.
The club itself was made up almost entirely of guys from their soccer team and the surrounding friend group. They had started it sometime during sophomore year, half as a joke and half because none of them had much patience for rules once the dorm doors closed.
Minseok was one of the rougher ones during these nights, even though he barely spoke otherwise.
Junmyeon, the team captain, somehow ended up organizing everything despite being the most outwardly respectable among them.
Baekhyun was the worst of them, always coming up with new ways to make things difficult for whoever was in the middle.
Yixing looked gentle most of the time, but Jongin had learned not to trust that too much.
Kyungsoo rarely talked much at all, but when he did get involved, people paid attention.
Jongin had learned that pretty quickly.
Still, despite everything, a small part of him had always found these nights thrilling. There was something about being surrounded by all of them, watched and teased while they pushed him past his limits, that made his pulse race.
And if he was being honest, he had been looking forward to it a little. But tonight his ankle was broken. Jongin glanced down at the white cast around his leg and wondered briefly whether he would actually survive bottoming for all of them.
“Come on, Jongin. Don’t be shy. Come blow our fucking president.” The members teased and pushed Junmyeon forward.
Jongin shifted on the couch, his casted leg sticking awkwardly out in front of him. The stiff plaster knocked lightly against the cushion as he tried to get comfortable.
Junmyeon looked reserved but didn’t refuse. He stepped closer and lifted Jongin’s head up with one hand, then offered his already hard cock to Jongin’s mouth. Jongin opened his mouth and let him in, starting to lick and suck. After a while, his mouth and Junmyeon’s dick were wet and slick with saliva. Junmyeon grabbed the back of Jongin’s head with one hand and began to thrust gently. Jongin obediently held his mouth open and stuck out his tongue, letting the cock rub against it. His eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly whenever the cock was pushed deep into his mouth.
Junmyeon sighed in satisfaction, but the members around them protested loudly. “Hyung, come on, what are you doing? Deeper! And harder!”
So Junmyeon pushed a little deeper, and after a few more thrusts, Jongin had to pull back to catch his breath. The movement made him shift his weight again, his cast scraping against the couch.
“Fuck…” Somehow, being stuck in the cast and unable to move much was turning him on. He could feel himself getting hard.
Junmyeon had been very restrained throughout, and everyone started to boo.
“That’s lame, Suho hyung.”
“Hypocrite!”
“Phew, hurry up and let someone else go!”
Minseok walked over and patted Junmyeon’s arm. Junmyeon stepped aside with an awkward laugh, without any protest.
Seeing Minseok approach, Jongin flinched slightly. But he decided to take whoever it was, because the last thing he wanted was to look weak tonight. He turned his head and opened his mouth. Minseok shoved his cock right into Jongin’s mouth and started moving. Jongin groaned. Minseok was so much rougher than Junmyeon. Every now and then he slapped Jongin slightly on the cheek, the sharp sound making him blush. Then his fingers trailed down Jongin’s neck, teasingly tracing the saliva that had spilled from the corner of his mouth and run down his throat. That rough touch against the sensitive skin made him shiver.
After a while, Jongin had to pull back to gasp for breath.
Junmyeon shifted closer again, and Jongin blinked at them for a moment before taking both cocks into his mouth.
“Wow, this kid can take two,” Junmyeon said with admiration. Minseok laughed.
Jongin let out a slightly frustrated groan, because two dicks were a bit too much even for him and made him gag a little.
On his side, someone nudged the white cast with a sneaker.
“Careful with the ankle,” Jongdae giggled. "Don't break him more than he already is. There's a long line waiting. "
Jongin couldn't turn and look, but he could feel everyone's eyes on him. With his ankle trapped in the cast and Minseok's strong hand cupping his throat, there wasn’t much he could do except take it.
“Jongin’s mouth is indeed bigger than most. I saw Chanyeol try to shove his whole fist in,” Yixing said, lying on the couch and tilting his head toward Baekhyun. He was only wearing underwear, while Baekhyun’s jeans hung loosely on his hips. The rest of the members were sitting on the couch, drinking from Solo cups and watching.
Baekhyun chuckled. “I bet Park Chanyeol wanted to do this since the first day of college. Too bad he wasn’t invited.”
“Why didn’t you invite Chanyeol then? He looks really good at fucking,” Minseok said, talking without much difficulty even while thrusting into Jongin’s mouth.
“He said he won’t bottom, and that won’t do. If he wants to join, it has to be fair,” Kyungsoo said. He was the only one who hadn’t taken his pants off yet. Anyone else would have been teased for being too shy to strip by now, but this was Kyungsoo, so no one dared to say anything.
The members all sighed.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to try him,” Jongdae muttered, pouting as he leaned on Baekhyun’s other shoulder. His lips looked like a real cat’s when he pouted.
Minseok had been relatively gentle at first, but now his thrusts grew deeper and harder. Junmyeon pulled his own cock out to give him more room. Letting Minseok take control always meant things were going to get rough, but Jongin let him do it anyway. Minseok tilted Jongin’s head so he was facing him directly, holding him there without mercy as he thrust in hard, nearly all the way in. Gasps of admiration filled the room.
Jongin’s face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck. He had deepthroated before and knew to take a deep breath, relax his throat, keep his teeth apart, and exhale slowly with the thrusts. This produced a sound somewhat like gargling, which only made the moment feel more shameful and erotic. Sometimes, when the thrusts went too deep, Jongin had to pat Minseok’s thigh to get his attention and take a moment to catch his breath.
“Damn, bro, your mouth is amazing,” Minseok breathed, his hand still gripping Jongin’s chin.
Jongin, head tilted back, was pinned beneath Minseok, unable to speak. Not that he had anything to say. He was too busy trembling with pleasure from the rough treatment.
Yixing had been staring at Jongin for a while. Jongin was sinking into the couch with his legs spread wide, completely unguarded and exposed. The way he was being forced to deepthroat was already arousing. The expression on Jongin’s face, a mix of pain and pleasure, looked both lewd and strangely beautiful. It was exactly the same when he danced. Sometimes Yixing wondered if Jongin practiced those captivating expressions and smirks in front of a mirror.
“We should help take his pants off,” Yixing suggested to the others.
Kyungsoo stood up from the couch and marched over with the seriousness of an RA on duty. He grabbed the waistband of Jongin’s sweatpants and ripped them off. Jongin, in his haste, still managed to lift his hips so Kyungsoo could pull them off completely and toss them aside.
Next up was Jongdae. While Jongdae was using Jongin’s mouth and making him groan a little more, Kyungsoo knelt by the couch, feeling up Jongin’s dick through his white boxers. Jongin visibly hardened, the outline of his dick pressing clearly against the underwear, a damp spot beginning to appear where the fabric was being pushed outward. Kyungsoo looked like he was working on a pottery piece, intently watching Jongin’s reaction. Jongin looked somewhat flustered and shy, his cheeks flushed.
When Jongdae pulled out, Jongin tilted his head back, panting heavily, his lips glossy under the light. Jongdae stepped back, making room for Kyungsoo. But Kyungsoo was still on the floor, playing with Jongin’s dick. Jongin watched him while panting, his face turning red. He turned his head away, biting his lip and covering his face with one arm.
“That’s enough, Kyungsoo. Stop babysitting him,” Baekhyun grumbled from the side.
“He’s right. Now it’s time for some butt stuff.”
“Don’t keep Jongin waiting too long!”
The others chimed in. Junmyeon turned up the music and stepped aside to answer a phone call.
Kyungsoo stood up, pulled Jongin upright, and made him turn around and kneel on the couch. The couch was very old, its cushions long since sagging and worn out. The white cast stuck awkwardly off to one side, making it hard for Jongin to balance while kneeling there. Kyungsoo pulled his boxers down to his thighs, revealing the full curve of his ass, his balls resting on the fabric, his half-hard dick hanging loosely between his legs.
Kyungsoo turned back to look for some lubricant. Baekhyun, ever prepared, immediately handed him a clear bottle. Amid the loud music and the increasingly boisterous chatter of the boys, who were drinking more and more, the door opened and closed softly. As Kyungsoo reached for the lubricant, he noticed someone slip in out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and the guy raised his eyebrows and grinned at him. Kyungsoo said nothing, only shooting him a warning look. Then he poured an extra amount of lubricant into his palm and applied it directly to Jongin’s entrance. With his back to them and still struggling to keep his balance, Jongin remained unaware, letting out only a soft hiss and a low groan.
Kyungsoo’s fingers circled the rim, not in any hurry to go in. Jongin groaned softly, his entrance contracting slightly from the friction.
“Damn, no matter how many times I see it, I still have to say—Jongin’s ass is incredible,” Baekhyun muttered in a low voice.
“Yeah, whenever we practice together, I always end up wondering how he even trains. Why can’t I do that?” Yixing leaned in as well.
“What the fuck, dude? Checking out your brother’s ass while he’s practicing? You pervert,” Baekhyun laughed, giving him a light punch in the ribs.
Yixing flinched. “Don’t make things up. Why would I be thinking about my brother like that when we’re working?”
“Hey, Jongin, you’ve got the perkiest ass I’ve ever seen,” Jongdae said without hesitation, tossing out the compliment whether Jongin could respond or not.
Jongin clearly didn’t have the presence of mind to pay attention to their teasing. Kyungsoo’s index and middle fingers slipped inside him with ease, thrusting hard.
“Mmm…!!”
The fingers were fully inside now, the base of the knuckles striking his taint with a soft slap. Jongin arched his back, his hips lifting high. The heavy cast on his leg dangled in the air, rocking with the movement of his body. He had to lean against the back of the sofa and bury his face in his arms as he muffled his voice, breathing heavily.
The place where Kyungsoo’s fingers moved in and out, along with the taint below, was slick with glistening fluid, each impact producing a wet sound. Kyungsoo’s hands worked him open without mercy, exposing his lean, well-defined body to everyone in the room.
The scene was extremely arousing, and the crowd’s excitement was obvious, cheers breaking out.
“Well done, Jongin!” Minseok called out.
“You gotta work hard to stay in the club!” Baekhyun shouted fervently, and Yixing punched him in the ribs.
While everyone’s attention was fixed on Jongin, Junmyeon quietly moved to stand beside Sehun, who had been lingering in the corner since he entered the room. Completely at ease, Sehun was casually drinking from a red Solo cup, raising an eyebrow in greeting as Junmyeon approached.
“Drink, and shut up.”
Sehun choked slightly, struggling to suppress a grin. “But I didn’t say anything.”
“Do you know what happens to newbies here? You’re supposed to be in the middle. I’m making an exception for you this time, so behave yourself.” Junmyeon snatched the cup from his hand, took a sip, and then frowned. “Holy shit, this is straight vodka? Why aren’t you using proper glasses?”
“Well, I like it rough. By the way, when’s my turn, hyung?”
“Oh, don’t you even think about it.” Junmyeon shoved the cup back into his hand and shot him a glare. “Maybe after we’re done.”
Sehun only shrugged, still smiling, completely unfazed.
Minseok glanced at them and quietly mouthed to Junmyeon, “You spoil him too much.”
Their attention shifted back to the center of the room, where Kyungsoo had already grabbed Jongin by the shirt and tugged it up against his lower back. He pulled out his dick, spread Jongin’s ass, and thrust inside. It looked incredibly soft yet offered firm resistance. Jongin’s ass was full and taut, and when the dick pressed in, it sank deep, as though being slowly swallowed.
Kyungsoo patted Jongin and commanded, “Relax.”
Jongin had no choice but to lower his waist a little more and raise his ass slightly higher to make it easier for Kyungsoo to keep pressing in. Kyungsoo was now fully inside. He gripped the hem of Jongin’s shirt tightly, like pulling on the reins of a horse, and began to thrust, the lubricant making a wet sound at the rim. Kyungsoo gradually picked up the pace, each thrust driving deep into Jongin’s body and making him groan out loud.
The sounds Jongin was making clearly excited everyone. By now, except for Sehun lingering in the back, everyone had gathered around watching Kyungsoo fuck Jongin from behind.
“Fuck him hard, Kyungsoo!”
“Jongin likes it rough, doesn’t he?”
“Hurry up, Kyungsoo, you’ve had him long enough. Let the next one have a turn.”
Amid the noise, Kyungsoo seemed oblivious, keeping a steady rhythm.
“Fuck… ah… Jongin,” his breathing grew heavier, gradually dissolving into rapid, low moans as his movements quickened. The members could tell he was close, and the noise around him swelled. Just as Kyungsoo was about to cum, he pulled out, quickly jerked himself off, and came onto the rim.
“Ah… fuck…”
Jongin’s body seemed unsettled by the sudden emptiness, his hips shifting awkwardly.
“Inside! Cum inside!” Baekhyun and Jongdae shouted. That was their kink. To everyone’s surprise, Kyungsoo did what they said and slid back inside Jongin. Jongin could feel the warm liquid inside him, a slick sensation filling him from within. When Kyungsoo finally finished and pulled out, Jongin was left kneeling there, panting heavily.
“Sorry, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said sincerely, patting his shoulder.
Jongin’s eyes were still somewhat dazed. The feeling of being finished inside always made his stomach twist, leaving him both ashamed and aroused, like the uncontrollable thrill of secretly doing something forbidden. He wanted to touch himself, but he couldn’t; the rule was that the person bottoming was not allowed to cum on his own before making everybody else cum first. His body wasn’t satisfied, and he found himself craving to be filled again. The night was far from over, and he needed more.
Baekhyun squeezed in with a marker.
“There we go, one mark per guy. Keep’em coming, Jongin.”
He then drew a thick line across the white plaster cast on Jongin’s calf, the black mark stark against the pale surface. It was blatant, and somehow incredibly hot.
The members giggled. They were already secretly thrilled that Jongin, one of the hottest guys at school, was willing to let them have their way with him. As they got to know him better, they were surprised to discover a far more reckless and alluring side hidden beneath his innocent exterior.
Now, even as he was being pushed around by the group, he did nothing more than turn and shoot Baekhyun a glare. With his flushed cheeks, wet eyes, and pouting lips, it looked less like defiance and more like a shy invitation. No one could resist a Jongin like that.
Junmyeon and Sehun exchanged a glance, and Sehun gestured toward him with a subtle tilt of his head. Baekhyun had caught Jongin by the chin and kissed him fiercely; Jongin struggled, and the moment he pulled free, he wiped at his mouth as if trying to rid himself of the taste. Kyungsoo burst out laughing.
"Jongin, sit up a little, lean against the back of the couch," Junmyeon said, stepping behind him and giving him a light pat. Jongin obediently did as he was told, lifting himself slightly and shifting forward until his upper body rested fully against the back of the sofa, his waist subtly arched. Junmyeon steadied his hips, gently parted his buttocks to reveal the wet entrance, and then thrust into him from behind.
"Ugh... Ahh..." Jongin groaned as his hole was finally filled again. Junmyeon swallowed, gripped Jongin's waist to hold him firmly in place, and began thrusting steadily.
In truth, neither Kyungsoo nor Junmyeon could often reach his most sensitive spot. Jongin’s body seemed built a little differently, and they had come to realize that over time. More often than not, his groans were less about pure pleasure and more a reaction to the intensity of their teasing. But every so often, when the angle was just right and they hit the perfect depth, his whole body would shudder, soft whimpers slipping from his lips.
Baekhyun wouldn't let Jongin just sink into the couch and enjoy. He circled around to the other side, shoved his dick into Jongin’s mouth with a grin. “Hey, don’t zone out yet.” Caught between them on the couch, Jongin rocked back and forth with their movements. Little whimpers escaped from his mouth, but the sounds were muffled. Baekhyun’s fingers trailed down to Jongin's throat, teasing at the little bump there when Jongin swallowed. Jongin tried hard to balance himself on the couch, but the next push from behind made him wobble again. He groaned and whimpered, completely at their mercy.
For a moment, the sounds of their groans and gasps rose and fell around the room. Junmyeon started jostling Jongin harder from behind, and Jongin had to pull the dick out of his mouth with a gasp. Baekhyun just laughed and climbed up onto the back of the sofa, kneeling there so he towered over him. He reached forward and ruffled Jongin’s hair, steering his head playfully back toward his dick. Jongin squeezed his eyes shut and was a little overwhelmed. Even so, he leaned forward again and exaggeratedly sucked on the dick, as if determined not to lose this silly challenge.
Baekhyun grabbed his chin in mock seriousness and said, "Open your eyes and look at me, Jongin."
Jongin obediently opened his eyes, though he couldn’t lift his head properly with the dick still in his mouth. He exaggeratedly tilted his gaze upward instead, trying his best to follow the “order”. His eyes were slightly red from lack of air, shining with a thin layer of tears that made them look even softer. His expression, as he endured the discomfort of having something filling his mouth, was both innocent and almost longing.
"Jongin,” Baekhyun said with a satisfied sigh, “I really love your eyes."
Jongin’s eyes fluttered, eyelashes trembling while tears slipped down his cheeks. The dick pressed awkwardly against the inside of his cheek as Baekhyun mischievously adjusted the angle, making one side of his face puff out in a ridiculous way. Still remembering the “command,” Jongin kept his watery gaze fixed stubbornly on Baekhyun the entire time.
Baekhyun clearly wasn't finished with teasing yet. He gave Jongin’s cheek a few light taps, which Jongin didn’t resist. “Hey Jongin,” Baekhyun said, holding up his dick in front of him and giving it a few strokes. “If I cum into your mouth, will you catch it properly?” He meant to tease, but Jongin opened his mouth wide as if he didn’t care at all, like he was actually waiting for it. His pretty face looked so serious about something so silly, acting as though he had no dignity left at all. Baekhyun shivered a little. “Fuck, Jongin. If you keep staring at me like that, I’m really going to cum.”
Junmyeon was breathing heavily behind Jongin, moaning in an exaggerated, high-pitched way like he was the one being fucked instead of Jongin. When he was about to cum, he yanked his dick out first, gave it a good few strokes, then shoved it right back into Jongin's ass. Jongin felt the movement behind him and turned his attention back, immediately breaking into protesting whimpers. "Shh...it's okay," Junmyeon murmured between breaths, steadying him with his hands at his waist and lower stomach, squeezing lightly. “Jongin, you’re the best boy here.” Under the gentle coaxing and the intense physical pleasure, Jongin fought to hold back any noise, forcing himself to stay quiet and take everything he gave him.
"Hyung's really good at manipulating him," Baekhyun sneered from the other side. Then he hopped down and tossed a marker toward Junmyeon. Junmyeon caught it, hesitated for a brief second, then added a thinner line just beneath the bold stroke Baekhyun had drawn earlier.
“Jongin’s leg is injured. Take it easy on him.” Yixing said as he walked over and dropped onto the sofa beside Jongin. He patted his lap with a grin, gesturing for Jongin to sit. Jongin awkwardly lifted his leg, the cast making it feel heavier than usual, and carefully shifted himself to straddle him. Yixing steadied him by the waist, one hand firm at his lower back while the other reached below to slide his hard cock into the already waiting hole. Jongin was forced to sit down, taking in the entire dick, and grumbled under his breath. Yixing kept both hands at his hips, supporting him securely. He looked attentive, almost too gentle, breaking into a teasing smile. “Come on,” he said with a cute smile, “move your waist, Jongin. You’ve got to get it yourself.”
Jongin twisted his waist instinctively, pressing himself down as if trying to close every bit of distance between them. He began to ride Yingxing, his movements restless and impatient, clearly craving to be filled up again. Yixing looked up at him, eyes tracing every small change in his expression. Jongin’s lips were parted, breath uneven, his gaze unfocused in a way that made him look completely overwhelmed. There was nothing subtle about the longing written across his face. Yixing let out a quiet sigh and slid his hands along Jongin’s waist, fingers pressing into the firm lines of muscle there. He had admired that silhouette countless times in the dance studio—the clean curves, the strength beneath the skin—but feeling it beneath his palms was something entirely different. Up close, he could feel the warmth, the tension, and the way Jongin responded to every touch. That closeness made Yixing’s heart race.
"You're really flexible," Yixing murmured with a small smile, one Jongin probably didn’t even notice. Jongin’s energy didn’t last long; his movements gradually slowed as he started to tire. Yixing tightened his hold and thrust up, making Jongin shiver and let out a soft sound of surprise. Even though Jongin was gripping the back of the sofa for support, he still wobbled, losing his balance and collapsing forward against Yixing’s chest.
“Wow, this position looks really hot,” Jongdae commented from the side, clearly entertained.
“Jongin, don’t give up. He’s not even that big. You can handle him,” Kyungsoo said calmly, as if offering completely reasonable advice.
“Hey, fuck you,” Yixing shot back with a glare in Kyungsoo’s direction.
The angle made everything feel more intense, and Yixing was touching his sweet spot more often than Kyunsoo and Junmyeon did. Jongin couldn’t stop the sounds that slipped from his throat.
From the side, someone laughed. “You can tell he’s starting to enjoy it.” Jongin had no comeback.
Usually, the one bottoming didn’t say much. Staying quiet made it easier to pretend you were still in control. Jongin normally liked making noise, liked reacting honestly, but not when it felt like they were measuring how much he was enjoying it. He tried to rein himself in, forcing the sounds lower and softer, just enough to pass as controlled. But sometimes his body betrayed him, like just now. The teasing laughter made heat rush to his face. There was a difference between enjoying being held and being wanted… and enjoying it so openly that everyone could see. That felt dangerously close to being exposed.
Jongin’s cheeks burned, caught somewhere between pleasure and humiliation, wishing he could hide the way his body reacted so easily.
When Yixing came, Jongin's legs were too weak to stand up, so he let him cum inside him too. Yixing took the marker and added a mark to Jongin's leg as well.
After Yixing finally pulled away, Jongin's hole couldn't hold that much cum anymore. As soon as the dick was pulled out, cum started gushing out. The others drifted closer, curious and amused, murmuring excited comments under their breath. There were impressed whistles and exaggerated praise, but no one dared to say, "We should do that again next time." After all, next time it might be anyone else's turn. Jongin was the gentlest among them, the easiest to coax with soft words and patient hands. Perhaps only Jongin could be coaxed into being cum inside so many times, but no one said that out loud.
Jongdae slid into Yixing’s spot and patted his thigh invitingly. “Jongin, come here. I won’t be as mean as Yixing. I won’t make you do all the work.”
He pulled Jongin in, wrapped his arms around him as Jongin straddled his thighs, making it steady and secure for Jongin. Jongin melted almost immediately, resting his head against Jongdae’s shoulder. He was exhausted now, running on the last of his energy, and he really needed this warmth. Jongdae had never been the type to refuse affection.
Of course, Jongdae also had a dangerous amount of stamina. If someone said they could handle it, he would keep going, teasing and demanding more until they beg him to slow down.
Luckily, the awkward angle made it harder for him to move the way he usually did. He couldn’t go as fast or as hard without tiring himself out. So instead, he slowed everything down, grinding against Jongin in small, deliberate movements that felt more like a lazy sway than thrusting.
Jongin let himself go completely slack in his arms, leaning forward against the sofa, breathing softly with each gentle motion. The sounds he made were quiet enough that the others probably couldn’t hear much. Up close, Jongdae definitely could, but Jongin wasn’t that concerned.
Just as Jongin was starting to drift, lulled by the slow, steady rhythm and the comfort of being held, Minseok suddenly spoke up.
“Jongin,” he said lightly, stepping closer, “what if we try something a little more exciting?”
Before Jongin could fully process it, Minseok moved in behind him, pressing close. His dick poked at Jongin’s entrance where Jongdae’s was already stuck. Jongdae instantly caught onto what Minseok was planning and tightened his hands at Jongin’s hips. He steadied him as Minseok leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Jongin’s waist and pushing him against Jongdae’s chest.
"Oh…!" Jongin let out a sharp breath, his body tensing as his hole was stretched wider than ever before. The new pressure from behind made him gasp, fingers curling against Jongdae’s shoulder. The slight dull pain jolted him awake. "Fuck… Ah!!"
"Is it okay, Jongin?" Minseok asked immediately, voice low but concerning. Jongin paused, breathing unevenly. After a second, he gave a small nod. He liked intensity, liked the edge of it. As long as he could feel where his limits were, he wasn’t afraid of pushing them.
With Jongdae holding him securely from the front and Minseok guiding from behind, the rhythm changed. It was slower at first, then gradually stronger. The members’ voices rose in excitement, half cheering, half teasing, but the noise blurred together in Jongin’s ears.
Minseok did most of the moving, deliberate and controlled, while Jongdae anchored Jongin in place, arms firm around him. Each shift pulled a breathy sound from Jongin’s throat, the last syllable trembling every time. By the end, even he couldn’t tell whether the shake in his voice came from pain or pleasure.
Baekhyun nudged the stunned Sehun with his shoulder and winked at him. "Never seen a body like that before, huh?"
Sehun stood there with his mouth slightly open for a moment before swallowing. “Hyung… you’re the only one left, right?”
Baekhyun let out a scoff. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. I’m sure some of the members would love a second round, but too bad. I’ll have Jongin cum before he even gets a chance to touch himself.”
“Then if you fail, I’m stepping in,” Sehun said, raising an eyebrow.
“We’ll see,” Baekhyun replied lightly, glancing sideways at Junmyeon beside him. “Jongin’s too soft-hearted anyway.”
Junmyeon quickly turned his head away, looking oddly guilty as he muttered something under his breath. Sehun, meanwhile, followed Baekhyun’s gaze back to the center of the room with open anticipation.
Minseok and Jongdae came inside Jongin one after the other, making a mess. The scene was chaotic for a moment, milky white cum continuously dripping from Jongin’s hole. Jongin’s body trembled, his head tipping back with a strained, breathless sound. Jongdae rubbed a steady hand up and down Jongin’s back, grounding him, while Minseok reached for the marker. Without hesitation, he leaned down and added another line to the plaster cast on Jongin’s leg. Four horizontal marks now. Then, with a quick, decisive stroke, he drew a diagonal slash across them.
A full set of tally marks.
Jongin’s eyes dropped to the bold black marks near his ankle, and never felt so ashamed and aroused at the same time. Baekhyun hadn’t had his turn yet. He would almost certainly add another line. Maybe some members would like to do a second round. Jongin found himself wondering how many marks would be there by the end of the day. And what unsettled him even more was the thought that every time he glanced down at that cast over the next few months, he would remember this exact moment. The way he had let these guys cum inside him, the way he had been used, the way all the attention had centered on him. The thought should have made him shrink in embarrassment. Instead, it sent another quiet shiver of excitement through him.
"Jongin, turn over and lift your legs up." Baekhyun didn’t wait for much cooperation. He manhandled Jongin onto his back, pressing him down playfully and lifting his legs high enough that Jongin had to grab onto them himself to stay steady. The position left him completely exposed and vulnerable, drawing a low ripple of impressed murmurs from the others.
“I don’t care if your leg’s injured,” Baekhyun chuckled. “This angle works way better.” He leaned down and stole another kiss. Jongin immediately turned his head aside, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he were grossed out. In their unspoken understanding, this was supposed to be about give and take, not cheesy romance. Kissing like that felt almost ridiculous in the middle of everything. But Baekhyun clearly enjoyed making it ridiculous. He loved adding that dramatic, over the top affection just to get a reaction, and Jongin, despite himself, always gave him one.
Baekhyun reached down and gave him a few light smacks against his entrance, the sound echoing through the room. Jongin’s body reacted instantly, tightening as he gasped. The humiliation of being put on display like that felt almost worse than being slapped in public. He shot Baekhyun a glare, but there wasn’t much he could do in the position he’d been put in. Baekhyun made a show of it, drawing everyone’s attention, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting. Jongin’s body trembled under their gazes, unable to hide how sensitive he’d become after everything that had already happened. His rim was slightly red and swollen, tightening involuntarily but never quite closing, as if waiting for the next person to use it. Baekhyun slid his fingers in, giving Jongin’s hole a few good thrusts. The soft, wet sound was embarrassingly loud. Jongin whimpered and squirmed weakly, but he didn't have the strength left to escape.
"Fuck, it's unfair how good he looks like this," Jongdae muttered from the side.
Jongin squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed yet aroused as all the attention stayed fixed on him. Heat pooled low in his body, and he unconsciously contracted his hole. Cum that had been spilled earlier was squeezed out with each contraction. His already hard dick pressed against his lower abdomen.
Baekhyun pinched Jongin's nipple, smiling wider as he looked down at him. "Comfortable?" he teased, leaning down close enough that Jongin could feel his breath against his skin. Then he pushed his dick in.
After everything earlier, Jongin’s body responded too easily. Baekhyun slid in and out without resistance. His movements were slow at first, then more deliberate. Jongin shuddered and moaned with each deep thrust.
"Still so sensitive,” Baekhyun murmured. “Be good. Let me hear you." Jongin heard every word, his cheeks flushing deeper. Baekhyun added kisses along the way, brushing from his lips to his neck, then down to his chest, leaving wet marks on his skin.
Jongin tried to steady himself, but the angle left him folded awkwardly into the sofa, his legs trembling in the air. When he almost lost his grip, Baekhyun caught them easily, pinning him down before continuing to pound into him.
At the peak of it, Baekhyun pulled back briefly and let out a small noise, as if disappointed in himself. Then he went to jerk himself off, cumming onto Jongin's entrance. The hole was now covered in white cum and unable to close on its own. Then Baekhyun pushed back in, finishing while continuing to thrust. Jongin found himself biting down on his lip as he watched helplessly, hands clutching the couch, thighs trembling violently.
Then Jongin collapsed onto the sofa, dizzy and breathless, as if he might faint. Baekhyun was busy adding another mark to the cast on his leg. Just as Jongin began to think it was finally over, a pair of hands closed around his waist again.
He was lying face down and couldn’t see who it was, but he clearly felt something hard pressing close behind him, rubbing against his ass cheek. That was definitely a dick. It was hot and hard as a rock. His ass had grown cold from being exposed to the air for so long, and the sudden warmth made him shiver. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, arching instinctively toward the contact. Which hyung was it this time? Already?
The room’s laughter swelled, louder than before, and then the person behind him moved decisively, pushing into him with a firm thrust.
"Hnng…!" The sound burst out of him before he could stop it. Whatever this was, it felt different. It was thicker, longer, more overwhelming, pressing right against his sweet spot and making his breath hitch instantly. The sensation of being filled so suddenly felt different from before.
Chanyeol? The thought made him shiver.
But Baekhyun had clearly said he hadn’t invited Chanyeol.
Before his hazy mind could sort anything out, the person behind him began moving harder. The rhythm built quickly, and Jongin could tell it was going deep. Several times, it grazed his sensitive spot. Waves of tingling sensation spread from his groin, running beneath his skin like electricity. His strength drained all at once. His waist went slack, his thighs trembling uncontrollably, and before he could regain control, helpless sounds slipped past his lips.
"Ah…! Ha–ahh…the fuck…"
The person behind him learned quickly, soon finding the right angle, each thrust landing precisely against his sweet spot. The sounds Jongin was making climbed higher without his permission. He tried to force them lower, tried to keep them in the deep, controlled tone he usually used, but he couldn’t manage it.
He dimly realized he sounded almost breathless, the noises coming out closer to panting than anything else. Before he could adjust, the powerful thrusts behind him surged through his body, engulfing him like waves. He had always thought the exaggerated reactions in porn videos were fake. No one could actually sound that bad, right?
Apparently they could.
"Ah–ah–ah–nng–"
God knew how much he hated himself for needing to breathe. Because he had to keep his mouth open for that, every movement behind him pulled another unbearably embarrassing sound from his throat. The timing was humiliatingly perfect, the noises escaping him in sync with every motion.
Thankfully, the rest of the room was even louder. His brothers were shouting and yelling about something—maybe drinking, maybe playing some stupid game. The noise blurred together into chaotic background sounds.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. Just as the thought crossed his mind, another hard thrust sent a sharp wave of pleasure through him. Jongin’s thighs buckled, and his legs nearly gave out completely. The person behind him caught him immediately, one hand tightening around his waist to steady him.
He probably should have thought twice before doing it, but Jongin reached back and grabbed that hand around his waist. With only one arm supporting him, his upper body nearly collapsed into the sofa cushions, but he couldn’t spare the energy to care anymore. In what was probably a completely ridiculous position, he pushed back instinctively, thrusting his hips eagerly, twisting his waist as he moved against that hard, large dick, chasing the overwhelming feeling building inside him.
"Don't s-stop… please!" he gasped, the words tumbling out in a near-desperate plea.
The grip on his waist tightened. The rhythm returned faster and more deliberate than before. Jongin’s flexible waist bent into a deep arch, his body pressed into the sofa as the person behind him pounded into him. For the first time, the feeling of being completely dominated didn’t scare him. Instead, it overwhelmed him with pleasure.
Before Jongin could even reach down to touch his own dick, the tension inside him snapped. An electric, shock-like sensation surged through him, violently pushing him over the edge. He cried out as his body jerked, trembling helplessly as he came, cum spilling onto the sofa in uneven streams. His hands stayed where they were, fingertips digging unconsciously into the hand gripping his waist. The person behind him slowed down, moving gently through his climax until the tension finally drained from his body. Only then did the grip loosen.
Jongin sagged completely into the sofa, barely able to move as the person behind him finally pulled away. His mind was filled with nothing but shock. He had never known sex could feel this pleasurable. When he finally recovered enough to notice his surroundings, he realized the room was strangely quiet, the music the only sound playing.
"Whoa," Baekhyun said.
Then the room exploded. Everyone started shouting at once, the noise rising into deafening excitement.
"See? I told you guys you could cum without touching your dicks!"
"Holy crap, I’ve never actually seen it happen before!"
"Jongin, you’re seriously amazing!"
Jongin struggled to turn around to see who it had been. And then he practically saw stars.
"Oh Sehun?!" Jongin grabbed the sofa tightly to keep himself from sliding off. "What the actual fuck? Why are you here?!"
That familiar face. Those eyebrows. Those sharp eyes that crinkled unexpectedly when he smiled.
It was unmistakably Oh Sehun. The only difference was that this was the first time Jongin had ever seen him naked. Sehun was sitting there completely at ease, his still-hard dick resting proudly against his lower abdomen.
And he was big.
"Jongin, calm down. Sehun is one of our members too," Junmyeon tried to explain over the noise, though it did nothing to soothe Jongin’s wounded pride.
"But isn’t he new?!" Jongin felt like he might faint from shock and embarrassment. "Why was he even allowed here…?"
Sehun sat at the other end of the sofa, raising his hands innocently, though Jongin could swear there was a hint of wicked amusement in his smile.
No wonder Jongin had found him annoying since high school. If his whole body didn’t ache so much right now, Jongin would have kicked him already.
The members exchanged looks, then Kyungsoo said very seriously, "But Jongin, you get to be on top of us as a new member too."
"But…" Jongin started.
He wanted to say that he had to bottom for everyone first before enjoying any perks of being a member, but then realized that rule had never actually been written anywhere. Practically speaking, anyone admitted into the club had the right to participate. Just like everyone else who had been eager to recruit Sehun, Jongin had voted yes too. He had simply assumed Sehun’s bottom party would come first before he even met him at the club.
It was incredibly unfair that Sehun got to enjoy the perks immediately after joining. Jongin was convinced the members were biased toward him just because he was the prettiest and most aloof guy in school. Sehun had always kept everyone at arm’s length, the kind of person people admired from afar but never actually got close to. Now that the opportunity had suddenly appeared, of course everyone wanted to take advantage of it before it vanished.
As Jongin sat there pouting, Baekhyun rushed over and hugged him.
"Hey Jongin, why so serious? Just have fun! I saw you–Sehun was your favorite tonight, wasn’t he?"
Jongdae immediately protested. "Wasn't it me?"
"Of course not, you idiot." Kyungsoo slapped Jongdae lightly on the cheek. "Jongin would pick me. Right, Jongin?"
"Huh? What are you all talking about?" Junmyeon looked incredulous, like a tutor watching elementary school students write 1+1=3. "I was—"
The others ignored him completely.
"It was obviously me!"
"I'm the best!"
"Let's settle this with a one-on-one fight!"
Jongin found the whole thing so absurd that he actually chuckled. For the rest of the time, though, he tried desperately to keep his face from turning bright red.
Just as he started to feel cold from being naked for so long, a thin blanket was draped over him. It was soft and warm. He looked up and saw Sehun smiling.
"Looks like that's it for today," Sehun said. "Cover yourself and get warm."
“You know what?” Baekhyun said, waving a beer bottle as he gestured wildly. “Best part of today? We had an orgy without Park Chanyeol. Ha!” He popped the beer open, spraying foam all over Junmyeon.
Jongin sighed and muttered a quiet "thanks" to Sehun. Sehun sat obediently beside him, looking almost angelic. Maybe he wasn’t such a devil after all.
Exhausted from everything that had happened tonight, Jongin listened to his brothers arguing and laughing around him, almost falling asleep. In the comfortable haze after sex, he didn’t think much before leaning sideways until his head rested against Sehun’s shoulder. Sehun straightened slightly but let him stay there.
Half-asleep, Jongin felt someone tugging at the cast on his leg. He opened his eyes. Sehun was carefully drawing the seventh tally mark on it.
Jongin kicked him.