Archive of Our Own

“All day? Are you sure?”

Seungmin nodded. “All day.”

“Anything?”

“Everything,” he corrected. “I want everything.”

“Seungmin… that’s—”

“I know, I know. Trust me on this.”

Chan looked at him skeptically, eyeing him up with a clearly uncertain expression.

Seungmin sighed before relaxing his posture and stepping closer.

“Hyung,” he said softly, resting a hand on the front of Chan’s chest. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I just—” he cut himself off with a shake of his head, placing a hand on top of Seungmin’s and squeezing softly. “I want you to be safe.”

Seungmin smiled, endeared and amused in equal measure.

“How could I possibly be unsafe when you’ll be taking care me?”

Chan rolled his eyes but tightened his grip on Seungmin’s hand. “I need your word that you’ll tap out if it's too much.”

Seungmin laughed.

“I’m serious. Don’t push it—I need to know that you’ll call it off if necessary.”

“It sounds like you don’t trust me.”

“Seungmin…”

“Alright, alright. Jeez, I promise. I’ll safeword if I need to, and you can check in on me throughout the day. Is that good enough for you, daddy?”

“Eugh,” Chan’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Do not call me that… but yes, that’s all I needed to hear.”

Seungmin beamed then, looping both arms around Chan’s neck and tugging him into a sweet, soft kiss.

“Thank you.”

“When were you thinking?” Chan asked.

Seungmin pulled back enough to shrug.

“As soon as possible, really. Tomorrow? The day after?”

“Fuck—okay. Okay, I’ll text the guys for you.”

“Thank you Channie~” Seungmin’s voice got high and playful as he leaned into Chan’s hold.

“Anything for you, Seungminnie.” Chan held him close. “You know that.”

Seungmin hummed. He leaned into the embrace, tucking his head into the juncture of Chan’s shoulder before brushing his lips against the older man’s neck.

“Anything?” 

He could feel the shiver that ran through Chan’s body, followed by shakes of silent laughter.

“Anything,” Chan confirmed, amusement in his tone. “Why? You gonna make me regret saying that?”

Seungmin shook his head, nuzzling against Chan’s neck.

“No,” he said. “Just wondering if you want… a preview.”

Chan’s head tipped back with a groan as Seungmin began licking across the skin of his neck.

“A preview, hm? And what would that entail?”

Seungmin nipped at Chan’s adam’s apple in a way that made the older man’s breath catch.

“First, you let me make you feel good,” he said, hands sliding down Chan’s chest as he lowered himself to his knees. “And then I let you use me however you want.”

He looked up at Chan with a smirk. “Doest that sound good?”

Chan swallowed, hand automatically sliding into Seunming’s hair. He nodded.

“Fuck yes. Absolutely.”

“I’m so turned on just thinking about it,” Seungmin admitted, undoing Chan’s belt. “All of you using me—whenever, however, you want.”

He unbuttoned the older man’s pants, making short work of pulling them down along with his underwear. Chan’s cock sprang free, already mostly hard. Suengmin licked his lips.

“Who do you think will take me first?” He wondered out-loud before taking Chan into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Chan groaned. “Christ, baby, probably me at this rate.”

Seungmin hummed happily around his length. He pulled back, letting strings of saliva drip messily between his lips and Chan’s dick. He looked up with a grin.

“Good. I want you first, hyung.” He kept his hand pumping Chan’s length as he spoke. “I want your big cock to be the first to stretch me open. You won’t even have to prep me—I’ll be ready for you.”

“Holy shi—ah—”

Chan’s words died on a moan as Seungmin swallowed him down again, bobbing his head until Chan’s cock was pushing into his throat. But he didn’t stop there. He kept going until he was effectively deepthroating Chan, not an ounce of hesitation or struggle showing on his face.

Chan watched, enamored, as Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut and he lost himself in his task. It was as if there was nowhere else he would rather be than on his knees with Chan’s cock down his throat.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” Chan said, the words slipping free without a second thought. He carded his hand through Suengmin’s hair, not pushing or pulling, just grounding. “I would never be able to resist you. You want me first? I’m there. You want me again—ah—after that? I’ll stay. You want me now? You have me. A-always. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything you want—fuck. Everything.”

The promises fell from Chan lips as easily as breathing. It was true. The entire team could ask anything of him and he would move the heavens and earth to make it happen.

Seungmin shifted on his knees, letting out a small noise around Chan’s length as he pressed the heel of his hand against his own aching cock.

He pulled away again, gasping for air. He already looked wrecked, but when he blinked up at Chan it was with another grin. “Now. I want you now, Channie.”

He stood up, holding onto Chan for support as blood returned to his legs. “Now, and tomorrow, and the day after. I always want you. All of you.”

“You have us.”

Chan maneuvered them so that he could gently guide Seungmin onto his back, settling above his slim frame and taking a moment to just admire him.

Seungmin arched under his gaze, hands automatically flying up to undo his shirt and tug off his pants until he was bare.

Chan followed suit, swiftly getting his own clothes out of the way.

They met in a heated kiss, far more intense than the one they’d shared earlier.

“I—mmm,” Suengmin moaned as Chan’s hands found his waist, sliding across his skin. “When we do it—whatever day is it—I want you to fuck me awake.”

Chan felt his dick jump at the suggestion.

“Shit, you mean it?”

Seungmin nodded. “I want to wake up full—being used. I wanna know you needed me so badly you couldn’t wait.”

“Fuck,” Chan practically growled. He flipped Seungmin over, pressing his chest against the smaller man’s back and speaking directly against his ear. “You’re a fucking menace, Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin only laughed delightedly, his words riling Chan up exactly as he’d hoped they would.

Chan reached down without looking, stroking his own length a few times before pressing it forward between Seungmin’s ass cheeks. There, he felt the slick presence of lube—an excessive amount, if he were honest. But at least Seungmin meant what he said. He was always ready for them.

Chan rubbed the head of his dick against Seungmin’s ass, relishing in the smooth slide of skin against skin, knowing that was only a mere preview of what it would feel like inside.

Seungmin pushed his hips back, letting out a noise of frustration as Chan’s dick slid repeatedly across his hole, without pressing in.

“Hyung, stop being a fucking tease,” he cursed, annoyance evident in his voice.

Chan chuckled.

“Sorry, you’re… it’s just unbelievable how perfect you are.”

Seungmin huffed. “I’d be even more perfect if I had your dick in my ass.”

Chan laughed again, but positioned himself to start pushing in.

“You’re lucky there’s seven of us,” Chan said, voice tightening as the head of his dick pressed against Seungmin’s hole. “All willing to take care of you. What would you do without us?”

“Probably whore myself out to—ha—strangers,” Seungmin said, trying to sound bored, but falling short of the mark as Chan pushed forward and made his breath hitch. Still, his words had their intended effect.

Chan cursed under his breath, hips jolting forward. He buried himself to the hilt.

“Never,” he said, dragging his length back out slowly, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re ours.”

Heat coiled in Seungmin’s core as Chan bottomed out a second time, hard, hot, and pulsing inside him.

Finally.

Chan’s thrusts became short, quick, and deep. Exactly what Seungmin liked.

“Nobody else can touch you.”

Seungmin’s limbs were turning to jelly, he could feel his muscles going slack in Chan’s hold.

“Yours,” he said. “Only yours.”

“Ours,” Chan echoed. “Whenever we want you, however we want you. That's the dream, isn’t it?”

His thrusts were brutal, punching gasps and moans out of Seungmin who could only make vaguely affirming sounds in response.

“You’d have at least one of us inside you twenty-four-seven if it was possible, wouldn’t you?”

Seungmin didn’t answer, lost in the rhythm of Chan’s thrusting—until he suddenly pulled out.

Seungmin was left empty, gapping around nothing.

“Wouldn’t you?” Chan asked again, teasingly pushing himself against Seungmin’s desperate hole, watching the way it fluttered open and closed.

“Yes, fucking yes, Hyung. Please,” Seungmin huffed out.

Chan grinned, pushing just the head of dick in before pulling out again. Seungmin’s hole was shining with lube and pre-cum, practically begging to be fucked.

“And if you couldn’t have our cocks, you’d want to be stuffed full of cum and plugged. Never empty—not even for a second.”

Seungmin groaned, dropping his head onto his arms. “Pleease.”

“You would go to practice with a plug in, wouldn’t you? Interviews, press… even… a show.”

He teased another short thrust, marveling at how easily Seungmin opened for him.

“Yes, obviously yes. Is that what you want to hear?” Chan could hear the eyeroll in Seungmin’s voice. “I’m a whore, okay? Desperate, filthy, etcetera, etcetera. So are you going to treat me like one or not?”

Chan answered by slowly feeding his dick into Seungmin’s hole, rewarded by another low groan and Seungmin’s hips canting back to meet him.

“It’s true. You are a whore,” Chan said, leaning over Seungmin and wrapping his arms around the slim man. “But you’re our whore.”

With that, he pulled Seungmin up so that they were both on their knees, Seungmin being held up purely by Chan’s strength and maneuvered such that he was practically falling onto Chan’s dick with every single thrust.

Chan’s pace quickly picked up again, dirty talk falling to the wayside as he finally focused on bringing them both to the height of pleasure. One hand snaked up Seungmin’s torso until it rested loosely around his neck.

Seungmin let his head fall back against Chan’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the hold, letting Chan use him freely.

It was bliss.

Chan continued pumping into him until it became obvious he was close. His other hand made its way to Seungmin’s dick, stroking him in tandem with his thrusts until they were both moaning and trembling and so fucking close—-

Seungmin came first. With a shout, his entire body jolted and his dick pulsed in Chan’s hand, releasing a string of cum across the floor.

Chan came shortly after, releasing deep inside Seungmin who shuddered at the feeling of warmth filling him.

They remained pressed together, panting as their bodies gradually relaxed.

“Channie,” Seungmin breathed out, head falling back onto Chan’s shoulder again. “More.”

Chan gave an exhausted, half-hearted chuckle.

“I know, Minnie.” He let his hand trail down to Seungmin's body until it rested atop his stomach, where he drew small circles with his thumb. “You want a real preview, huh?”

Seungmin’s head moved in what Chan figured was meant to be a nod.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to the exposed column of Seungmin’s neck.

“Okay.”

And then he let go. His slowly softening cock was still nestled inside Seungmin, and it only took a moment for the post-orgasmic haze to relax the muscles of his bladder.

Warmth and wetness encased his length within Seungmin’s body.

Seungmin’s only reaction was to sigh contentedly, his limbs going limp in Chan’s hold.

Chan continued kissing along Seungmin’s neck until his stream eventually tapered off.

“God, Seungmin,” he whispered between each press of his lips. “You’re unbelievable, love.”

Seungmin turned his head at the perfect moment to catch Chan in a proper kiss—sweet, slow, and gentle.

When he pulled away, Chan was met with Seungmin’s signature grin—the one that said he was incredibly proud of himself for getting exactly what he wanted.

“I know,” Seungmin said.

Outwardly, Chan sighed at the younger’s arogance, but internally he knew he would do anything to keep that stupid grin on Seungmin’s face.

And if “anything” included fucking him awake as the start of an entire day full of sex and depravity… Well, Chan wasn’t about to complain.

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Seungmin woke up to a gentle rocking motion pushing him into his mattress. The first thing he registered was the shifting of fabric against his skin. The second thing was a hard dick repeatedly pushing into him—which explained the consistent movement.

He let out a soft noise of pleasure as his sleep-addled mind began to clear and he realized he was actually being fucked awake, exactly as he’d requested.

“Morning, baby.” Chan’s voice rumbled beside his ear. “Like your wake up call?”

“Mhm, so fucking much,” Seungmin muttered, melting further into his bed as Chan slowed his thrusts so that Seungmin could feel every inch of his cock dragging against his walls.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to wake up,” Chan said, rolling his hips languidly. “You didn’t even twitch when I pulled out your plug.”

“I was having a good dream,” Seungmin sighed out.

Chan chucked, despite himself. “You’re so used to being touched, it didn’t even wake you up, hm?”

“Yeah,” Seungmin breathed out.

“Good thing this is just the start of the day then.”

“Fuuuck.” Seungmin had almost forgotten. This was only the beginning. “I want it.”

“I can tell.” Chan punctuated his point with a particularly deep thrust. “You were nice and tight, even when you were asleep. But you’re tighter now. I can feel you getting worked up and desperate. Fuck, Minnie, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Seungmin moaned, clenching his fists into the sheets as Chan’s thrusts sped up again.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. First load of the day—first of many.”

“Ah—yesss.”

“You feel—so—fucking—good, baby.”

Chan continued thrusting until his hips jolted and he buried himself deep, coming in Seungmin’s hole with a groan.

“Fuck, ah—” Chan fucked his cum deeper with a few short thrusts before finally stilling.

“Warm,” Seungmin mumbled happily.

“I have more for you, baby. We all do.” Chan held him close, peppering kisses against his skin. “I’m so lucky to be first. Everyone else gets my seconds.”

Seungmin gasped as he felt another wave of warmth spill into him, this time with more pressure and far more volume.

“They’re going to fuck it back into you later,” Chan said. “You’ll be full all day. We don’t leave you empty for a second. Piss. Cum. Everything you want, you’ll get.”

Seungmin moaned. “Yes. Fuck yes. Thank you.”

“You’re so filthy, Seung.” Chan canted his hips, fucking his piss into the younger man.

Seungmin choked on a whine before gasping out, “y-you too.”

Chan’s laughter shook both of their bodies. “Only for you.”

His hand found Seungmin’s leaking cock, stroking him as he trembled in Chan’s arms.

“C-close. Fuck, I’m close Channie.”

“I know, love. I was fucking you for ten minutes before you woke up. Come for me—squeeze me dry.”

Seungmin keened. His muscles collectively clenched and his orgasm washed over him.

He came across Chan’s hand and his own sheets, breathing heavily as Chan stroked him through it.

“Damn, you’ve already started?” Jisung’s mildly surprised voice carried in from the doorway, which Chan apparently hadn’t bothered to close behind him.

The elder looked over at Jisung with a grin. “Seungmin wanted a memorable morning, so the day actually started before he even woke up.”

Jisung’s eyes widened.

“That’s… Holy shit, Minnie, when’s it my turn to fuck you awake?”

Seungmin smiled a dopey grin. “Whenever you want. If you play your cards right, maybe you can fuck me back to sleep.”

That comment had Jisung striding to the bed. With a surprising amount of strength for his small frame, Jisung tugged Seungmin out of Chan’s hold and into his arms.

Both Chan and Seungmin groaned as Chan’s cock slipped free of his hole, a mess dripping out after it.

Jisung didn’t seem to care. He simply slung Seungmin over his shoulder.

The younger man yelped and laughed.

“Bye bye, Channie hyung.” Seungmin gave a little wave as Jisung carried him towards the bathroom. “I’ll see you later, right?”

“Of course.” Chan flopped onto his back, watching with amusement as Seungmin got whisked away to the next endeavor of his day.

“I hope you were serious, Minnie,” Jisung said, pushing open the bathroom door with his foot. “Cause I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you to sleep.”

“Completely serious,” Seungmin confirmed. “I meant it when I said all day—from before I’m up to after I’m out.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot.” Jisung set Seungmin down on the bathroom rug, being careful to continue supporting some of his weight. “Do you even know how hot that is?”

“Well… yeah.” Seungmin laughed lightly. “That’s kind of the whole point.”

Jisung shifted around, keeping one arm around Seungmin and turning on the shower with the other. “You know what I’m gonna do?”

“What?” Seungmin raised an eyebrow, almost in challenge.

“I’m gonna fuck you against the wall,” Jisung answered, casually testing the water temperature with his hand before pulling Seungmin under the stream. “I’m gonna let gravity do the work and drop you onto my dick until your ass is molded to my shape. I’m gonna fuck Channie hyung’s cum so far inside you that it’ll never come back out. And then I’m gonna make my own mess of you. And you know what else?”

Seungmin swallowed, eyes widening as Jisung went on.

“I’m gonna leave the door open so everyone can hear.”

Seungmin shivered at the implication. Anyone curious enough to follow the sounds would walk directly into the sight of Seungmin getting fucked. Actually, they might not even need to hear it—they could just be heading to the bathroom as usual and stumble right into things. And then what would happen? Would Jisung stop in the middle of fucking him just to let someone piss inside of him? Would he fuck it right back in? Keeping Seungmin as full as he promised?

His head started spinning at the possibility. He’d dreamed of this day so many nights, and it was already turning out better than he could’ve hoped.

Jisung scoffed as Seungmin’s eyes unfocused and his brain ran wild.

“Such a brainless little puppy, you can only think about getting fucked, huh?”

Seungmin nodded only half-consciously.

Jisung scoffed again and wasted no time lifting Seungmin into his arms and pressing him against the cool tiled wall.

The sensation was enough to snap Seungmin out of his own head, just in time for him to feel Jisung push his dick into his ass in a single, smooth motion. There was hardly any resistance, with leftover lube and Chan’s cum slicking the way.

Jisung made a sound of approval, letting Seungmin simply sit on his dick for a moment, and pressing their foreheads together as the warm water of the shower rained down around them.

“You’re such a gift, Minnie.” Jisung whispered before looking up and meeting Seungmin’s eye. “Our own personal slut.”

Then he started moving. Jisung didn’t thrust so much as he used his arms to lift Seungmin off his cock before letting him fall back onto it. The result was a series of rough, deep impacts that left Seungmin fighting to catch his breath amid all the steam and water in the air.

His back slid against the smooth tile as Jisung continued using the wall for leverage, bouncing Seungmin along his length without breaking rhythm.

“Ah, I can feel Chan-hyung. You really let him use you while you were still asleep? Can’t even make it through an entire night without some dick?”

Seungmin smirked, somehow managing to pull off an entirely mischievous expression while being completely manhandled against the wall. “You sound jealous.”

“Fuck off.”

“But jealous of who?” Seungmin went on, his words coming out between pants and gasps. “Channie-Hyung… or me?”

Jisung responded by kissing him—well, devouring might be a more apt description. Jisung attacked Seungmin’s mouth like it had personally offended him, which, in a way, it had. Seungmin was particularly gifted at doing that, and he used it to his advantage as often as possible.

And then there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Seungmin broke the kiss to look over Jisung’s shoulder and see Changbin standing just outside the open shower door, unabashedly watching them. Seungmin let his head fall back against the tile, bathing knowledge he was being seen in such a state.

Jisung registered the new presence, but didn’t falter.

“Someone waiting their turn?” He asked. “Guess I should hurry up then, huh?”

A moment later, he was releasing inside of Seungmin with a groan.

Seungmin jolted as he felt another wave of warmth fill him, followed almost immediately by a stream of piss as Jisung let out a noise of relief.

“I waited, you know. Didn’t go this morning because I knew you would want it. You want it all, don’t you, baby?”

Seungmin nodded frantically, clutching Jisung’s shoulders as he filled him completely. As Jisung’s finished, Seungmin felt himself being passed into someone else’s arms, held up against the wall by careful hands.

He was left empty for less than a second as Jisung slid out and Changbin took his place.

“Morning, love.” Changbing smiled as he took Seungmin’s weight into his arms effortlessly.

“Morning,” Seungmin replied, certain that his expression was once of bliss and delirium.

Changbin brushed a thumb across Seungmin’s cheek, holding his body up with only one arm.

“You look so gorgeous—fucked out already. Who’s had you so far?”

“J-just Channie and Jisung.”

“And here I thought I might be first.” Changbin chuckled. “Tell me how they used you, babe.”

“Channie hyung f-fucked me awake, and t-then Jisung fucked me here.”

“No, baby,” Changbin said softly. “Tell me how they used you.”

Seungmin shuddered. “Th-they both came in me, and then…” he trailed off, cheeks flaming.

“And what?” Changbin prompted. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Seungmin forced himself to meet Changbin’s eye and not stutter over his next words. “And they pissed inside me.”

Changbin grinned devilishly.

“Well that explains why it’s so warm and wet here.” He shifted his hips, just enough to remind Seungmin that he was sheathed inside of him, keeping him stretched.

“Are you ready for more?’

“Yes,” Seungmin answered without hesitation.

Changbin laughed at his enthusiasm. “Okay, good. Cause I’ve been needing to go since I woke up. But I held off for you.”

He released his stream inside of Seungmin without any further comment, keeping his gaze locked onto the younger man as he whined at the pressure and fullness building inside of him.

“Do you want to be cleaned out after this? Or keep it inside?” Changbin asked, almost conversationally, as Seungmin fought to keep his mind on track.

“I–I... k-keep it.”

Changbin laughed again, making Seungmin turn his head in embarrassment.

“Of course you want to be dirty all day—I should’ve assumed.”

Seungmin whined.

“Hey, look at me.” Changbin grabbed his jaw, turning Seungmin’s head. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. We all find it hot as hell, or we wouldn’t have agreed. Okay?”

Seungmin nodded, but he could feel that his cheeks were still glowing red.

“Precious baby.” Changbin leaned in for a quick peck. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

Seungmin frowned. “You’re not going to…”

“Fuck you?” Changbin shook his head. “Not right now. I want to take a real shower, and I think Minho is almost done with breakfast. Plus, I have all day to enjoy you. There’s no reason to rush.”

Changbin finished his statement with a playful bite to Seungmin’s shoulder.

He lowered Seungmin until his feet touched the shower floor. 

“Fuck,” Seungmin muttered under his breath, marveling at the feeling of liquid escaping his now loose hole. He braced himself against the shower wall as he took on his own weight again.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Changbin offered.

Seungmin nodded.

They went through the motions of showering, which consisted mostly of Changbin washing them both while Seungmin did his best to remain upright.

Once they finally wandered out into the kitchen, Seungmin was dressed in only a butt plug and oversized t-shirt that fell to his upper thighs—offering the mere suggestion of modesty on his otherwise bare frame.

He was greeted by a chorus of whistles upon arrival. All seven men were looking at him with hunger in their eyes.

It was Felix who spoke first, a bright, teasing lilt to his voice.

“Hi, Seungminnie. How’s your morning been?”

Seungmin grinned back, strangely proud to be the center of everyone’s desire. He pretended to think about the question, bringing a hand to his chin in mock thought.

“Hmm. It’s been pretty good… but it could probably be better.”

Felix arched an intrigued eyebrow, several of the others copying his expression.

Minho was the exception, letting out a sharp laugh and walking towards Seungmin.

“Well, good timing. I just put breakfast on the table. Let’s sit down, shall we?”

He pulled Seungmin by the hand to their rarely used dining table, which Seungmin was surprised to see had been cleared off so they could all eat together. Everyone sharing a meal at the same time was a rare occasion, and an unintended bonus of Seungmin’s request.

Minho let go of Seungmin’s hand long enough to sit down, taking a moment to untie his sweatpants and pull out his fully hard cock. He gave a significant glance between Seungmin and his length.

“You said the morning could be better, didn’t you? Is this what you had in mind?”

Seungmin smiled. To be known is to be loved.

It was, admittedly, a ridiculous thought to have in the context of Minho asking Seungmin to cock warm him during their group breakfast—but that didn’t make it any less true. Seungmin reached back and removed his plug. The small pop it made was audible to the entire room, and Seungmin knew without looking that everyone’s attention was still on him. But he didn’t make a show of it. In fact, he hardly even pulled up his shirt, moving it just enough to ensure it was out of the way as he aligned himself above Minho’s dick and sunk down until he was fully seated on the older man’s lap.

Instinctually his hips rolled a couple times—barely a grind—but Minho’s hands found his waist and forced him to be still.

“Eat first,” he directed, pulling two sets of plates in front of them.

It didn’t take long for meaningless conversation to build up across the table. With eight people present, there was always something to be discussed. At various points, Seungmin caught each member’s eyes pausing on him, flicking down to where his and Minho’s bodies were hidden beneath the table.

Even without any movement or friction aiding him, Seungmin could feel himself getting harder throughout the meal. The normalcy of it got to him. The way nobody acknowledged or talked about what was happening, and yet they knew, and they liked it.

Hyunjin and Felix both independently caught Seungmin’s attention just to wiggle their eyebrows and grin at him before returning to whatever conversation was at hand—as if Seungmin’s situation held no more significance than whatever game they wanted to play later.

Even Minho showed no reaction to Seungmin’s intermittent shifting and clenching. He talked and ate over Seungmin’s shoulder as if it was all perfectly ordinary, alternating between bringing a bite to Seungmin’s lips, and then one to his own.

Only as the meal wound down did Minho turn his attention to the man on his lap.

“Good boy,” Minho praised as Seungmin accepted the last bite of food.

Seunming choked on the bite, scowling at Minho for his choice of words.

Minho only smirked. “What? You’ve been good.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes, despite the fact that he was still very much impaled on Minho’s dick. “Spare me the dirty talk, I’m not Jisung.”

“Obviously not.” Minho scoffed. “Jisung would be far more grateful if I let him cock warm me for an entire meal.”

“It’s true,” Jisung called out from the other side of the table.

Minho sighed. He pushed their plates aside, giving himself adequate space to push Seungmin forward against the table and stand up behind him.

The change in angle gave him perfect access to hit Seungmin’s sweet spot with each thrust, which he went for immediately.

“We should put a mark on you each time you get filled. Just to see how depraved you really are by the end of the day.”

Seungmin liked the image, but he shook his head.

“No?” Minho sounded surprised. “I thought you would like a tally.”

“Wa—wanna lose count,” Seungmin said by way of explanation.

Minho’s movements paused, and then Seungmin heard an amused exhale.

“Of course you do. And somehow that’s even filthier, isn’t it?”

Seungmin nodded, well past caring about whether he would be judged for it. Everyone’s rapt attention as Minho fucked into him was proof enough that they were just as into it as him.

“Who’s next?” Minho asked, his voice a bit tighter than before. The only sign that he was getting close.

“Me,” Jeongin said, “I have to piss.”

“Come over here then, I’m almost done.”

Seungmin loved this about Minho—he didn’t do anything by half measures. If Seungmin said he wanted to be nothing more than a fleshlight for the day, Minho would treat him exactly as such. He didn’t ask what Seungmin wanted, he didn’t try to make Seungmin come, he barely even acknowledged him.

It was perfect.

And it was perfect when he came, filling Seungmin’s ass with another load before stepping aside and letting their youngest member take his place.

Jeongin pushed into him right after Minho pulled out, but it wasn’t just for Seungmin’s benefit.

Jeongin had meant it when he said he needed to piss. The moment his cock was securely set in Seungmin’s ass, he began to go.

He wasn’t even fully inside, just far enough to create somewhat of a seal—which was quickly rendered useless as Seungmin was so full that piss began leaking out of him where he was stretched around Jeongin’s dick.

“Look at our maknae using his Hyung.” Chan’s voice. “They take such good care of each other don’t they?”

Seungmin managed to lift his head enough to see Chan standing behind Hyunjin, cheek pressed against the taller man’s shoulder, one hand down the front of his pants where he was clearly working over his cock.

Hyunjin’s eyes were glued on the point where Jeongin and Seungmin were connected, widening as Jeongin finished pissed and tightened his grip on Seungmin’s hips to being fucking him properly.

Seungmin’s hole was red and puffy, already thoroughly used well before noon. A mixture of piss and cum dripped out of him as Jeongin’s cock bullied its way in, forcing liquid out in order to make room for itself.

“Fuck.” The curse fell from Hyunjin’s lips unconsciously, as if he were hypnotized. Seungmin wasn’t even sure he’d even blinked in the past thirty seconds.

Chan pushed Hyunjin’s waistband down and pulled his cock out, wrapping his hand around it and matching his strokes to the pace of Jeongin’s thrusts.

Seungmin knew he wasn’t supposed to have favorites—and he didn’t, really—but Hyunjin’s cock was undeniably beautiful. Long and thick, with an upwards curve to it. Was it even possible for a dick to be graceful? He wasn’t sure. But if so, Hyunjin’s was. It was mesmerizing, watching him lose himself to pleasure. His eyes clouded over with lust, a heat rising across his cheeks in a rosy color that almost exactly matched his flushed cockhead.

Seungmin got so lost in watching Chan and Hyunjin that he only vaguely registered Jeongin’s grunts as he came.

“Come on, Jinnie,” Chan coaxed. “He wants more.”

A high, whiny sound escaped Seungmin’s throat. Of course he wanted more. Of course he wanted Hyunjin. Of course he wanted that beautiful dick inside of him.

Chan guided Hyunjin closer, shifting into Jeongin’s recently vacated position.

Seungmin felt himself being stretched open again as Hyunjin’s cock pushed into him. But it didn’t sink in entirely like he’d expected. Only the head was notched inside.

Seungmin could feel Chan’s hand brush against his ass—he was still jerking Hyunjin off, even with the tip of his dick in Seungmin’s hole.

“Fill him up. Look how badly he needs it.”

Hyunjin gasped, his cock twitched, and then he added to the mess inside of Seungmin.

Holy fuck. Seungmin felt his brain short-circuiting. Hyunjin hadn’t even fucked him. He just—just came inside him. Used him as a cum dump. Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Chan replaced Seungmin’s plug once Hyunjin stepped away.

“Do you want to come, Min?”

The question floated through Seungmin’s brain, the words hitting him with a delay.

Did he want to come?

He could feel himself trembling, his cock hard and weeping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum—or, an amount that would’ve been embarrassing, if it weren’t for the triple creampie he’d just received. Circumstances considered, it was a perfectly justified amount of pre-cum, and he was a perfectly justified amount horny.

But did he want to come?

In a way, it was kind of incredible he hadn’t already. He was close. He felt the telltale tautness of his muscles. The edge was right there, all he had to do was nod and Chan would send him tumbling over it. He was so close to an orgasm, but he didn’t feel the usual desperation that came with it—just a pleasant buzz that had him feeling somewhat high. He felt like a guitar string still wavering after its last note. For some reason, he wanted to let it linger.

Seungmin shook his head. No, he didn’t want to come. He wanted to bask in the near-high.

Chan smiled and shrugged. He turned to the rest of the group. “Anyone wanna watch something?”

The general consensus was yes, everyone wanted to lounge in the living room and spend their rare free day being entirely unproductive couch potatoes. Of course, with the unspoken acknowledgement that Seungmin would remain available to them throughout it all.

In his typical fashion, Chan had the foresight to move their coffee table from its usual spot in front of the sofa, leaving a large empty space in the middle of the room which was covered in towels and easily washable blankets, all atop a final waterproof layer which covered their rug—which was also washable, if really needed.

It was more than clear where Seungmin was meant to go: front and center, both for prime visibility and ease of access.

And he’d only just gotten settled on the floor, resting with his back to the couch and front to the TV, when he felt someone lie down behind him.

A firm hand landed on his waist and Jisung’s voice hit his ears.

“Loved the show at breakfast.”

Seungmin laughed lightly, but smiled at the compliment.

Jisung removed his plug and pushed into him without fanfare.

Even though it was still early in the day, Seungmin already felt more used to having a dick inside him than not. He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him as Jisung bottomed out.

Rather than chase his high immediately, as Seungmin expected him to, Jisung set a lazy pace. He pulled out almost all the way before slowly pressing back in.

The TV clicked on in front of them, and Seungmin heard the sounds of everyone else settling into the sofa. He knew they must be watching, but Jisung, for once, didn’t seem interested in showing off. He kept a leisurely pace, occasionally pausing to pitch in a comment about what they should watch. The group continued to bicker over what show to put on as if two people fucking on the living room floor where nothing out of the ordinary.

Seungmin loved it. That is what he wanted—to just be another object in the room. He felt Jisung shift behind him, propping his head up on the hand that wasn’t holding Seungmin’s waist, presumably so he could see the TV over Seungmin’s head.

His thrusts slowed, growing shallower and inconsistent as the show of choice stole his attention.

For some reason, it only turned Seungmin on more, knowing Jisung was happy and comfortable, relaxed enough to enjoy some stupid anime while distractedly fucking into him.

As the show droned on, so did Jisung's movements, rocking Seungmin into an almost trance-like state. There wasn’t enough friction for either of them to be approaching an orgasm, but still enough pleasure to keep Seungmin in the hazy fucked-out headspace he’d been floating in since breakfast.

He had no idea how much time passed before something finally changed. Just a small adjustment.

Jisung’s hand circled further around Seungmin’s waist, stopping on his lower stomach and using the new point of leverage to pull Seungmin flush against him, nestling his cock nice and deep.

The movement jostled a soft gasp out of Seungmin.

Jisung only hummed, idling tracing patterns across Seungmin’s stomach.

Figuring Jisung simply decided to swap his half-hearted fucking for cock warming, Seungmin resettled himself, relaxing his head against his outstretched arms.

Another few moments passed with indecipherable conversation happening behind him, the anime continuing to hold the attention of the room, including Jisung.

And then Seungmin felt it—a warmth spreading inside him.

Jisung made no indication that anything was happening, even as Seungmin craned his neck back in surprise.

The brunette’s eyes remained locked on the TV as he pissed inside Seungmin, silently, easily, as if he barely even knew he was doing it.

A shiver went through Seungmin’s body. Could the others tell?

Jisung went about it so calmly, not even acknowledging Seungmin as he filled him up. Seungmin felt his dick twitch. Involuntarity, he clenched around Jisung’s cock. The flow stopped. Only then did Jisung glance down at him, hand still moving in soothing motions across his abdomen.

“Relax, Minnie,” Jisung said, low enough that it was only audible to Seungmin. “Let me finish.”

Seungmin nodded, laying his head back down and doing his best to listen—to relax.

Jisung started up again. It didn’t last for much longer, but every second that Seungmin could feel the stream filling him made him feel like he was going insane.

“So warm.” When he finished, Jisung ducked his head down, pressing a soft kiss against Seungmin’s neck. “I’m going to finish fucking you now, okay?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Jisung chuckled.

“Whore,” he said softly, with only love in his voice.

He started small, with short motions similar to how he’d been fucking Seungmin before. But based on the way his fingers started digging into Seungmin’s skin, pulling him back into every thrust, Seungmin could tell Jisung needed more. Sure enough, seconds later, Jisung reached down and hiked up one of Seungmin’s legs, pushing the younger man forward onto his stomach, which allowed Jisung room to shift halfway on top of him, still thrusting.

There was an annoyed “don’t block the view,” from behind them—Minho, probably—but Jisung paid it no mind. He braced himself by planting his elbows on the floor above Seungmin’s shoulders. The new position allowed him to finally roll his hips freely, and oh—

Seungmin could feel a mess escaping him around Jisung’s dick, each thrust pushing more out, causing it to drip down the seam of his thighs. He knew it must’ve been visible to the rest of the room, given the way Jisung had spread him out. But since his chest and face were pushed against the floor, he had no way of knowing if anyone was actually watching.

More than just feeling it, Seungmin quickly realized it was audible. Each time Jisung pulled out and pushed back in, Seungmin could hear the wetness of it. As the volume of the TV fluctuated, the sound of skin meeting filled any available silence.

He moaned. The sound slipped free without permission, but nobody chided him.

Jisung’s breathing picked up, but he kept a consistent, rolling pace. And then he was groaning, ducking down to bite Seungmin’s shoulder as his hips stuttered and he came inside the younger man. Jisung shifted them again, returning to their prior position so that he didn’t crush Seungmin as he collapsed. He gave a few more short thrusts that sent electricity sparking up both their spines.

Seungmin wiggled happily. He still hadn’t cum, but he didn’t feel like he needed it yet. He was just happy to be of use.

Jisung sighed contentedly, breath fanning across Seungmin’s neck.

“Are you done?” A whining voice chimed up behind them. “It’s someone else’s turn.”

Jisung groaned. “Let a guy enjoy the afterglow, why don’t you?”

“Felix is just upset he keeps losing at Mario Kart. He needs a lucky charm,” Chan piped up, clearly amused.

Felix made a sound of annoyance but didn’t deny the statement.

“Alright, fine.” Jisung pulled out with a quiet hiss. He gave Seungmin’s ass a light slap before standing up. “Try not to miss me too much.”

Seungmin jolted, both at the contact and at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He didn’t like it at all, especially as he felt the mess inside him start to drip out, no longer contained by Jisung’s presence. He sat up, taking a moment to brace himself, and turned around.

Someone’s nintendo switch had been set up on the floor. One controller was in Jeongin’s hand, the other in Felix’s, both of them sitting on the ground, leaning against the couch.

The blonde had already removed his pants. His cock was standing at attention, red and leaking.

“Come on, Seungminnie, help me out.” He gestured Seungmin forward impatiently.

Seungmin crawled over, careful to avoid the switch and trying to contain what mess he could by clenching. He climbed onto Felix’s lap.

“Can’t win without me?”

“Shut up,” Felix said. “I can, but your tight ass is certainly going to make it easier.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Seungmin said, positioning himself above Felix.

“You won’t see shit,” Felix countered. “You’ll be a good cock sleeve and stay still.”

Seungmin laughed. The action caused a mixture of piss and cum to slip out of him, landing directly on Felix’s dick.

“Fuck.” Felix shuddered.

Seungmin grinned.

He lowered himself down, letting out a long breath once his ass was resting atop Felix’s thighs.

The blonde groaned as Seungmin’s heat enveloped him.

The younger smiled and gave a small bounce, causing Felix to curse under his breath.

“Sure you don’t wanna abandon Mario Kart entirely and fuck me instead? The game might be a lost cause.”

“You wish, you little slut.” Felix scoffed. He squeezed Seungmin’s hips. “Now stay still. I’ll fuck you after I win.”

“So… I’m going to be stuck here forever.”

Felix smacked the back of Seungmin’s head.

Seungmin laughed again, but settled in, wrapping his arms around Felix’s slender frame and hooking his chin over the blonde’s shoulder.

Chan was sitting above them, slightly to the right, while Minho was to the left. Beside Felix was Jeongin, who had been chuckling at the entire exchange before turning his attention back to the game at hand, cueing up the next grand prix.

As Felix wrapped his arms around Seungmin—not to hold him, but to reach his controller—another hand landed on Seungmin’s head.

He looked up to find Chan grinning down at him.

“Still good?”

Seungmin grinned back.

“More than good.”

“Did Jisungie treat you well? Give you everything you wanted?”

Seungmin nodded.

“Good.” Chan continued running his hand through Seungmin’s hair absent-mindedly, turning his attention back to the TV, or the Mario Kart game, or something else Seungmin couldn’t see.

Seungmin made a genuine effort to sink back into his hazy mindspace. Chan playing with hair helped, but there was one major problem that kept snapping him out of it.

Felix wasn’t peacefully watching a show like Jisung had been. He was actively playing a game, which meant that he subconsciously leaned into his virtual turns, jolted when he crashed, and shifted in annoyance every time Jeongin won another race. The movement was inconsistent and unpredictable enough to keep Seungmin on edge. Every time Felix jostled him, Seungmin’s dick got pinned between them, the constant friction keeping him hard. He could feel his hole pulsing around Felix’s cock every time the blonde shifted in a way that pressed against Seungmin’s prostate. It was maddening. Seungmin could feel himself building towards an orgasm at a glacial pace, but at such an inconsistent rate, he definitely wasn’t going to get there anytime soon.

He squirmed, unable to help it.

Felix cursed, tossing his controller aside and gripping Seungmin’s hips.

“You’re terrible at this. You can’t help but beg to get fucked, can you? Can’t stay still for more than five whole minutes.”

He started thrusting up into Seungmin, immediately setting a brutal pace.

“You—you were moving too,” Seungmin argued, pointlessly.

Felix didn’t even bother responding, expressing his frustration by fucking roughly into Seungmin who felt like a ragdoll being thrown around.

“Fuck, at least you’re useful for this.”

Seungmin’s fingers dug into Felix’s shoulders. Tension was coiling in his gut, building up far faster now that he was getting some much needed friction.

Felix’s harsh movements kept Seungmin’s cock pinned between their bodies. He pummeled Seungmin’s hole with reckless abandon, a wet mess gathering below them as the combination of Felix’s dick and gravity worked to push everything out of Seungmin.

Seungmin came suddenly, with a shout, his cum spreading between their bodies, slicking up the space between them.

Felix didn’t even pause, giving him no time to breathe. He continued fucking him, keeping Seungmin close, his dick still pressed between them, now under constant friction as he was bounced atop the blonde’s lap.

Seungmin could feel himself clenching erratically as he was pushed into over stimulation, his entire body shaking. He felt like a live wire, but Felix didn’t care, only focused on reaching his own high, regardless of what it did to Seungmin.

“H-ha—holy shit,” Seungmin gasped out.

“God, Seungmin. You’re such a mess. So fucked out and loose. Can you hear it?”

Felix moaned as Seungmin clenched involuntarily. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep doing that. Perfect fucking fleshlight.”

Seungmin couldn’t stop if he wanted. His muscles were entirely out of his own control, electricity coursing through him with each one of Felix’s thrusts.

“Yes, fuck yes. A-Almost there.”

All Seungmin could do was hold on for dear life as Felix repeatedly bottomed out before holding himself deep and releasing with a long, low groan. His head fell back onto the couch, sweat beading across his skin from the effort he’d exerted.

“I—” Seungmin fought to speak as he caught his breath. “I think I like it when you lose.”

Felix groaned in annoyance and unceremoniously pushed Seungmin aside, letting him fall to the floor beside him.

Seungmin giggled, knowing he was being a brat, but able to stop himself. Honestly, if he got fucked so well when Felix was on a loosing streak, why would he ever want the blonde to win?

“Felix," Jeongin whined, "you said if I won—”

The sound of the following argument faded away as Chan gathered Seungmin into his arms and carried him out of the living room.

Seungmin didn’t even have the energy to ask where they were going. He trusted Chan enough to know his actions always had a reason. Soon enough he felt a warm stream of water across his back. Briefly, irrationally, he panicked, not wanting to be cleaned out until the day was over. But he quickly realized that somewhere along the way, Chan had replaced his plug for him, keeping whatever hadn’t been fucked out him safely inside.

Actually, once he was paying attention to it, he realized Chan must’ve grabbed a new plug—a bigger one. It definitely felt larger than earlier.

“‘m’ I loose?” he mumbled as Chan began gently scrubbing his body.

Chan laughed. “Maybe. You’re certainly looser than you were this morning. And yes, that’s a bigger plug, but it’s nowhere near the size of anyone’s dick. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, love.”

“M'kay.”

When Chan finished washing him, he meticulously dried him with a big fluffy towel before wrapping him in an equally soft robe. He didn’t tie the robe, and Seungmin was about to do it himself when Chan lifted him up, guiding Seungmin to wrap his legs around his waist. Once he confirmed Seungmin could hold himself up, Chan reached a hand down and pulled out Seungmin’s plug, swiftly replacing it with his semi-hard cock.

Seungmin let out a pleased sound. The warmth of a real dick would always beat the metal of a plug.

Chan walked them back to the living room, keeping himself inside Seungmin the entire way, even as he sat back on the sofa, arranging them both so Seungmin could remain comfortably on his lap, wrapped around him like a koala.

“Food,” he said, carding a hand through Seungmin’s hair. “And then nap time.”

Seungmin’s first instinct was to argue that he didn’t need a break, but he realized his case probably wouldn’t hold up if he was too exhausted to even open his eyes, let alone lift his head to say the words.

Besides, Chan was letting him warm him, which he recognized was a bit of a compromise.

He half-consciously accepted the small bites of fruit, cheese, and crackers that were brought to his lips, presumably prepared by someone while they’d been in the shower. Seungmin wasn’t even sure who else was in the room, but he couldn’t be bothered to check. He could feel himself fading—tired, thoroughly fucked, and content for the time being.

—----------------

When he blinked his eyes back open, he found an entirely different body beneath him.

How the hell he slept through the exchange, he'd never know. Especially considering—he shifted—yep, someone else’s dick was now pressed inside of him, meaning not only had he been moved into someone else’s lap, his hole had been moved to a different dick—one that was now gently thrusting into him.

“You’re so pretty when you’re asleep. I wasn’t sure when Chan-Hyung said I should try it out but—shit—you were so relaxed and easy for me.”

Changbin. It was Changbin’s dick inside him.

Seungmin rolled his hips in return, not yet trusting his voice.

“You know, he came inside you while you were sleeping,” Changbin chuckled. “I think he felt a bit bad about it, but you were moaning in your sleep and it was just so cute—I don’t blame him.”

Seungmin tucked his head into Changbin’s neck. Jesus Christ, Chan came inside him and he hadn’t even woken up?

“You’re so warm and wet. We’ve really made a mess of you, huh? Haven’t had to use lube all day.”

Changbin moved them around as he spoke, laying Seungmin down sideways on the couch—which was now covered with its own waterproofing, towel set-up. The next roll of his hips was long and deep, drawing Seungmin’s attention to the sensation of being fucked for the… damn, he didn’t even know what number of the day it was. There was a slight sting as Changbin moved, dragging his length out nearly all the way before steadily pushing back in. The older man watched Seungmin’s face closely, probably looking for any sign of discomfort.

But Seungmin loved it. He wanted to be used, and the rawness of his hole was confirmation that his desire was being fulfilled. The touch of pain only served to heighten his pleasure—making him feel even more like an object of service.

Changbin eyed him as though he could read the thoughts right off the surface of Seungmin’s mind.

“I can’t believe how much you love this—love us, letting us have you like this.”

Seungmin’s back arched, he met Changbin’s next thrust with a roll of his own hips. Unlike Minho’s teasing praise at breakfast, Changbin’s words hit him straight in the chest.

“You’re so perfect—for all of us. So willing to offer yourself up. You go from one to the next without hesitation. Even letting us use you in your sleep.”

Seungmin’s mouth opened on a silent gasp as Changbin slid home again, perfectly filling him.

“And you love every second of it.”

Seungmin nodded.

“Y-yeah. I do. I love it—love you.”

Changbin leaned down to kiss him, slow and sweet, matching his thrusts.

They came at the same time—a feat Changbin managed to pull off more often than any other member, and one that left Seungmin loose-limbed and breathless every single time.

“There’s one more thing I didn’t tell you, Minnie.”

Seungmin looked up at him and cocked his head.

“Chan passed you to me when he was done because I needed to piss.”

Seungmin’s breath caught.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, I did. Half-expected you to wake up in the middle of it, but you didn’t. You just let it happen.”

“Oh my god…”

Changbin grinned at Seungmin’s stunned expression.

“He said you’d love finding out after the fact. Knowing you took such good care of me, even without being conscious for it.”

It felt impossible for Seungmin to still be turned on after everything, especially right after another orgasm, and yet he felt himself hardening again—at the thought of being used in his sleep, as a cum dump and urinal. He could feel the fullness, Changbin’s dick doing little to contain everything inside of him. He’d long since reached capacity, now every new load he received pushed just as much out of him as in.

“Another Hyung wants you next.”

Seungmin blinked at Changbin’s words.

“I told him he had to wait until you woke up—that you were all mine until then."

Changbin brushed a hand along Seungmin’s jaw, staring at him as though he were the most valuable thing he’d ever touched.

"Forgive me for being a little selfish.”

“W-who is it?”

“Minho-Hyung. He’s been very patient.”

Changbin looked sideways and Seungmin follow his gaze to find out that they weren’t alone in the room.

Minho was sitting in the nearby arm chair, gaze heavy on Seungmin and Changbin, leisurely stroking his cock to the sight of them.

“Hyung…” Seungmin breathed out, reaching his arms towards Minho.

Minho grinned, standing up and crossing to the couch.

Changbin happily slipped away, leaving Seungmin to groan at the emptiness.

Rather than immediately take his place, Minho stood beside Seungmin, his cock at eye level.

“I wanted to use your mouth,” he said. “Wanted to wake you up choking on my dick.”

Seungmin groaned, eyes locked on Minho’s length.

“But Changbin said you needed the rest.”

“Fuck me,” Seungmin said, interrupting him.

Minho chuckled.

“Of course you don’t want to do any of the work. Just want to lay there like a little pillow princess, don’t you?”

Seungmin swallowed. The truth was, he would take Minho any way he could have him—but right now, his hole was clenching around open air and it was driving him insane. He was promised a full day of fucking and he was decidedly un-fucked at the moment. It was a problem that demanded attention. He could suck Minho off another time.

As if he knew exactly what Seungmin was thinking, Minho shook his head and perched himself between his spread legs.

“What princess wants, she gets,” he said with a teasing smile.

He pushed in smoothly, easily bottoming out within the sea of cum and piss inside of Seungmin. The noise it made was sinful and felt particularly loud now that there was no TV noise in the background.

Minho seemed to love it. For a moment, he just took in the feeling, tilting his head back with eyes closed. He pushed into Seungmin’s ass with a couple short thrusts, just to feel the way he opened so easily—the ideal combination of tightness, wetness, and heat. Then he pulled out, watching the way Seungmin’s hole gaped, Changbin’s cum dribbling out of it.

Minho pressed his head against the entrance, teasing in and out, watching Seungmin’s rim pulse, trying to hold onto his length and draw him in further.

“You’re filthy.”

The words were harsh, but the way Minho said them sounded almost reverent and had Seungmin spreading his legs wider with a frustrated whine.

“I know, I know,” Minho chided him, uncharacteristically gentle. “I just want to enjoy myself.”

And enjoy himself he did.

Minho fucked Seungmin slow and deep, almost as if he wasn’t even chasing an orgasm, but just enjoying the sensations enveloping his dick. Every time Seungmin felt pressure building in his core, Minho would slow to a near-grind, until Seungmin was reduced to a whining, whimpering mess beneath him.

He was moments away from demanding Minho fuck him properly before he left to find someone who could when he heard—

“Oh… I was hoping he would be free.”

Hyunjin was standing at the end of the couch, a small frown on his face as he took in the sight of Minho and Seungmin tangled together.

“I have to piss,” he said, sounding annoyed.

Minho’s movements came to a stop. He tilted his head at Hyunjin and then a smile spread slowly across his face—one that warned Seungmin he was up to no good. 

“I can share,” Minho said easily.

“Okay…” Hyunjin shifted from foot to foot, waiting for Minho to say something more.

Minho hummed and leaned down to lift Seungmin up, positioning them upright on the couch, with Seungmin straddling him.

“I think he’s plenty loose by now.”

Minho traced a finger along Seungmin’s hole, where he was still spread open on the other’s dick. He pushed against the rim with his finger until it slipped in, sinking immediately to the second knuckle.

“See?” He said brightly to Hyunjin.

“Are you sure it’s—”

“Please,” Seungmin whispered, barely audible against Minho’s shoulder. He was tired of the slow fucking. He wanted to be taken apart at the seams and if it took two people to make it happen, he’d happily accept it. He’d accept anything.

Minho’s laughter shook Seungmin.

“Yeah, I think he's fine with it.”

A second finger joined his first. Seungmin moaned, canting his hips further back.

“Alright,” Hyunjin shrugged, "but I really can’t wait long."

Minho dipped a third finger in briefly before pulling them out.

“That’s okay, not even sure he needs stretching. He’s so open already.”

Shame burned hot and heavy in Seungmin at Minho’s words. It traveled straight to his dick.

And then there was pressure—more than a finger—against his already stretched hole.

Hyunjin had knelt in front of the sofa and was pushing himself in beside Minho. It took a bit of effort to get the head of cock to pop past the rim—and when it did, Seungmin wailed.

He couldn’t help it, the stretch was so intense and sudden. But was was even more incredible was the way Hyunjin slid into the hilt almost immediately after, as if Seungmin’s hole had been waiting for more.

Hyunjin groaned and wasted no time relieving himself.

Seungmin’s eyes widened as he was filled with another stream of piss and two cocks at once.

Even Minho hummed in pleasure at the feeling of Hyunjin’s warm piss surrounding his length within Seungmin’s ass.

Hyunjin was still going when we started moving, unable to help the jolting of his hips as he reveled in the experience of pissing inside Seungmin and over Minho’s cock at the same time. He couldn’t help but fuck into Seungmin while still filling him up.

“Holy shit, you feel incredible.”

“M—I’m s-so full. It's so much.”

Hyunjin ran a hand along Seungmin’s back.

“But not too much, right? Nothing is ever too much for you, is it, baby?”

Seungmin nodded, forcing his lungs to cooperate so he could speak. “It’s perfect. Everything I wanted. Please. Fuck me.”

Minho tsk’ed softly. “Never satisfied, are you?”

Seungmin shook his head and let out a choked, half-moan, half-laugh.

“No,” he admitted. “But th-this is pretty damn close.”

And then they were both moving. Minho could only do so much from his position beneath Seungmin, but he did his best to kick his hips up.

In the process, his length rubbed against Hyunjin’s, who finally finished pissing and was now completely hard and actively fucking Seungmin with a full range of motion. For every short and sharp thrust of Minho’s, Hyunjin delivered a long, rolling one.

The contrast drove Seungmin wild.

Thankfully, neither of the men inside him seemed to fairing much better.

In short order, both Minho and Seungmin were panting. Minho, having been inside Seungmin for longer, was quickly brought to the edge, shuddering as he came, his cum immediately frothing around the base of both lengths as Hyunjin continued moving.

Minho hissed, his dick sensitive directly after coming, but he urged Hyunjin to continue, knowing the other man was also close.

A few moments later, Hyunjin buried himself beside Minho and came.

At this point, Seungmin could hardly feel it among the torrent of input to his sensitive nerves.

Hyunjin moved to pulled out, but Minho stopped him.

“Hold on, I wanna—”

He cut himself off, concentrating for a moment. Slowly, Seungmin felt more pressure building, a direct line of heat stimulating his prostate.

“Fuuuuck,” Minho groaned.”Oh, fuck. It feels so good—you—both of you feel so good.”

Seungmin fell apart as Minho pissed inside of him, Hyunjin softening cock still lodged in there with him. The heat. The fullness. The depravity of it. Seungmin shook through yet another orgasm, nails digging into Minho’s shoulders. He was being loud—he knew, but he didn’t have it in himself to contain his moans anymore, finally reaching the point he’d been chasing all day—losing his mind to pleasure.

Of course, the volume of his shout as he came gathered attention.

Felix rounded the corner, already grinning.

“Hey, Channie wanted me to let you guys know dinner is—oh… wow.”

He stopped short once he circled the sofa and was able to see both Hyunjin and Minho’s cocks plunged deep in Seungmin’s hole.

“Yeah,” Seungmin breathed, heaving in lung-fuls of air. “Wow.”

“Uh… well, once you can move again, I guess, dinner is ready.”

Minho let out a long sigh, composing himself again. “Thanks, Lix. We’ll be there soon.”

Felix hesitated, as if he were debating stepping closer, before shaking his head and returning swiftly to the kitchen.

Seungmin tried not to freak out as Hyunjin and Minho lifted him off their lengths and he could feel himself gaping.

He reached instinctually for his plug, but Minho caught his wrist and shook his head.

“You really think you won’t have a seat of honor?”

Seungmin paused. Right. Of course, he’d probably be sitting on a nice hard dick throughout the meal but… he still had to make it to the kitchen. With the collection of fluid already dripping down his legs, it was bound to be a messy trip no matter what, he might as well try to contain things as much as possible.

But Minho was already shaking his head.

“Let them see how well we used you, baby. Show off a little.”

Well… Seungmin could hardly say no to that. So with the support of Minho on one side and Hyunjin on the other, he was taken to the kitchen and immediately met with chaos.

“---but you fucked him more recently, and had him warm you while he slept.”

“I don’t really think tha—”

“Shut up, Chan. You got him first and again earlier, there’s no way you get him for dinner.”

“I think I’ve earned a turn for cock warming,” a different voice argued.

“No way, what do you call that shit you pulled when we were watching anime?”

“I was fucking him!”

“It was glorified cock warming and you know—”

The noise died down as Seungmin and co entered. Felix stopped mid sentence to turn towards them.

He stood at the entrance of the kitchen, obviously freshly-fucked, still dripping, and barely able to stand without support. But still, Seungmin couldn’t help but smile at everyone’s enthusiasm.

When he’d first raised the suggestion, he feared he’d be met with judgement at worst, and a gentle denial at best. To see everyone so eager to use him, no matter how many people had gone prior… it was all he could’ve ever asked for.

“Why not let him pick?” Chan suggested from where he was arranging food on the table.

Jisung and Felix, the loudest members of the debate, seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding.

“Okay, sure. Seungminnie, who do you want to cock warm for dinner?”

Again, Seungmin knew he wasn't supposed to have favorites—and seriously, really, he didn’t—but some situations had obvious conclusions. After being fucked mindless, Seungmin knew exactly who’s gentle hands he wanted to hold him for the next hour.

“Innie,” he said, reaching a hand to the maknae, whose eyebrows rose in surprise.

Both Felix and Jisung grumbled, but one look from Chan shut them up.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin and Minho passed Seungmin to Jeongin who swiftly pulled his cock free and guided Seungmin to his chair.

Seungmin sank onto his length with a mortifying amount of ease. Not to say there was no stretch at all—he was still very much securely wrapped around Jeongin’s thick cock. But his rim accepted the stretch with not an ounce of resistance or pain.

He felt like a fuck doll, sitting at the dinner table with a dick up his ass, nothing but a loose t-shirt hanging off his frame, and copious amounts of bodily fluids across his lower half.

The only tragedy was that he wasn’t hungry. No matter the fact that Chan’s cooking looked incredible, as always. He just didn’t have an appetite. Maybe being pumped full of cum all day could do that to you—he didn’t actually think so, but he didn’t really have anything else to blame.

Chan frowned when Seungmin said as much, but eventually nodded and accepted it, if only for one day, and with the promise that Seungmin would eat a solid three meals the next day.

Dinner went just as peacefully as breakfast, but this time, Seungmin could only think about the end, knowing that far more was in store for him. He’d picked Jeongin, not only for his calmer energy, but because he hadn’t seen much of the man all day and knew he had plenty left to give. He wasn’t disappointed when the meal wound down and Jeongin suddenly pushed his chair back, putting himself and Seungmin in full view of the others.

“Yes—absolutely, yes.” Seungmin grinded down onto him, causing Jeongin to tighten his grip on Seungmin’s waist.

“Okay,” he said calmly, “ If you want it that badly, go ahead, help yourself.”

Seungmin falter then. Did Jeongin seriously expect Seungmin to ride him?

He looked over his shoulder to catch the maknae’s eye and was met with a single cocked eyebrow and an expression that said: if you really want it, you’ll do it yourself.

Seungmin steeled himself, planted his feet, and lifted himself up. He didn’t have the strength or coordination to lower himself slowly, so he dropped back down heavily, impaling himself on the entirety of Jeongin’s length with a groan. His pace was shaky at best. Slow, gradual rises followed by swift drops that punched the breath out of him every single time. Jeongin’s hands remained firmly on his waist, but the younger did nothing to help. Seungmin scanned the room to see everyone else enraptured by his actions, the majority of eyes locked onto where his raw, red hole was stretched around Jeongin’s cock, dragging up and down and up and down. Most of them already had their hands down their pants, stroking themselves to the sight of Seungmin chasing his own pleasure.

“Seems like Jisung-Hyung is already close—he thinks you’re so pretty,” Jeongin whispered into Seungmin’s ear, directing his attention.

Jisung was chewing on his lip with his pants pushed down enough for his cock to spring free. His hand moved rapidly along his length, which was red and shiny with pre-cum.

“Should I let him interrupt us?” Jeongin wondered out-loud.

Seungmin didn’t bother answering, knowing Jeongin would make the choice for him no matter what he said.

“Jisung-Hyung,” Jeongin called across the table. “Want to come inside of him? I could use a bit more lube.”

Everyone knew that was a lie. Seungmin was so wet he’d been dripping nonstop for hours. Nonetheless, the thought of Jisung’s sloppy seconds serving as lubrication for someone else’s fucking caught everyone’s attention—especially the rapper himself who sprung into action immediately.

In a few blinks, Jisung was standing directly in front of Seungmin.

Without thinking Seungmin leaned forward and started sucking his dick, which was conveniently level with his face.

He only got a few solid bobs of his head in before Jeongin was yanking him back by the hair.

“Uh uh, I want him in your ass, not your throat. You can have someone else’s dick afterwards if you insist on being a slut.”

Jeongin wrapped his arms under Seungmin’s legs, putting him even more on display as he lifted him off his cock and spread him open for Jisung.

“Be quick,” Jeongin said to Jisung. “He’s my sleeve right now, you’re just here to help out.”

Jisung nodded, not one to question a gift, and stroked his cock rapidly as he positioned himself at Seungmin’s hole. As soon as the head of his cock popped inside he was coming with a groan.

He pulled out and Seungmin was immediately lowered back onto Jeongin’s dick.

“Thanks. Anyone else?”

Seungmin gaped at the casual way Jeongin offered him up. Like he was just a party favor to be passed around. He hadn’t known what to expect from the maknae in such a setting, but once again, his members continued to surprise him in the best of ways. Much like Minho, Jeongin didn’t appear to be pulling any punches.

Chan stood up next. The leader’s expression was one of pure amusement, with a hint of pride. Pride for him, or pride for Jeongin, Seungmin couldn’t tell. He didn’t really think it mattered.

They repeated the process of Jeongin lifting Seungmin off his dick and spreading him open for Chan, who came inside while capturing Seungmin in a heated kiss. As he stepped back, Felix was there to immediately follow suit, barely getting himself inside of Sengmin before coming, shallowly fucking into as he did so.

“Feeling properly used yet?” Jeongin asked, once he had Seungmin back on his throbbing cock.

“So fucking used. Perfectly, completely, amazingly used,” Seungmin rambled. “Please Innie, you next. I want you, please. Use me. Use m—fuck, yes!”

Jeongin used his grip on Seungmin’s wait to lift him up and drop him back down.

Seungmin’s rambling continued as his filter fell away and he was left exposed to the room. Jeongin had hooked Seungmin's legs on either side of his own knees so that everyone could watch as he got repeatedly impaled on the youngest member's dick.

His own dick bobbed against his stomach with each of Jeongin’s moves, leaving strings of pre-cum spread across his flawless skin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was getting fucked wide open at their kitchen table, completely on display by arrangement of their youngest member.

“You want me to fill you too?” Jeongin prompted, voice tense with the effort of continuously bouncing Seungmin on his cock. “Everyone else not enough? You need me too?”

“Need you. Yes. Yes.” Seungmin echoed, the words punched out of him every time Jeongin bottomed out.

“Tell me how badly you need it,” Jeongin pushed.

“So much—need you so badly. Please. Hyung—”

The honorific escaped Seungmin’s lips without permission, falling out amidst his desperate begging, saying anything he could think of to get Jeongin to come inside of him.

Jeongin slammed him down, burying himself deep and biting into Seungmin’s neck as he came, his cum mixing with everything else still inside of Seungmin.

Seungmin happily bared his neck to the bite, swiveling his hips as Jeongin rode out the high.

When Jeongin finally loosened his hold, Seungin was left with visible finger prints on his hips—one’s that would probably fade before the days end, but caught the eye of several others around the table—and a pretty set of teeth marks just below his pulse point.

Jeongin panted heavily against his back, taking a moment to gather himself as Seungmin took in the rest of the room.

Always the practical one, Chan had already begun cleaning up the table. Changbin was sitting with a dazed expression on his face and cum covering one of his hands. Hyunjin was in a similar state beside him.

But Minho… Minho was the only one still making noise, and the source of it became clear when Seungmin’s gaze travelled down and found Jisung between his legs dutifully deepthroating his Hyung.

Minho had a hand tangled in Jisung’s hair and was muttering unintelligible praises as Jisung bobbed his head. Just as Seungmin became aware of the sight, Minho’s eyes flicked up and caught his own. With their eyes locked, Seungmin watched as a shudder went through Minho’s body and he came down Jisung’s throat, holding the younger man down on his cock until he was completely finished. Jisung lifted off his length with a gasp, resting his cheek against Minho’s knee and delivering gentle kisses to the older’s thigh, his eyes half-lidded.

“See what you do to us?” Jeongin said quietly. “You’re not the only one who’s a mess.”

Seungmin wiggled on top of him, making Jeongin hiss.

“Nuh uh,” he slapped Seungmin’s hip. “Go find someone else to torture. My dick needs a break or it’s going to fall off.”

Seungmin couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but he obeyed and carefully lifted himself off Jeongin’s lap. A glob of cum immediately fell from his hole, landing on the other’s dick, which twitched valiantly in response.

As soon as Seungmin was standing on his own two feet again, Felix was there to support him.

“Minnie. I’ve got you, come on.”

Felix returned him to the living room where Seungmin gratefully found his plug, stopping to give Felix a questioning look as he picked it up.

The blonde nodded. “I just want to hold you for a while.”

Seungmin slipped the plug back in, sighing as it settled into place.

Felix tugged him into a two person cuddle pile in the corner of the sofa, pulling a blanket over them and wrapping himself around Seungmin as the big spoon.

“Sorry I was so mean earlier,” he mumbled into Seungmin’s hair. “You know how competitive I get, and I swear Innie’s been practicing without me.”

Seungmin laughed. Leave it to Felix to apologize for fucking someone into the fourth dimension because he was upset about a video game. God, their little sunshine really was too precious for this world.

“It was fun,” he said. “Besides, I might have been intentionally riling you up.”

Felix groaned. “That's almost worse. I can’t believe I fell right into it. I made it so easy.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with being easy,” Seungmin teased with a little wiggle of his ass.

“Ha. ha.” Felix deadpanned, but Seungmin could hear the genuine smile in his voice.

The others joined them shortly thereafter, crowding on and around the sofa, swiftly expanding the cuddle pile from two to eight. Felix stayed glued through Seungmin’s back, refusing to give up what he described as “prime real estate.”

The movie choice for the night was easy: A Star is Born, one of Seungmin’s favorites. It was Changbin who suggested it, which warmed Seungmin’s heart, especially since he notoriously disliked documentaries or anything documentary-adjacent. But everyone unanimously agreed it was the proper choice without Seungming even speaking up—as if they could spoil him anymore today.

They made it about halfway through the movie before things devolved again. It was only a matter of time, really. Seungmin hadn’t expected them to get so far.

By the time Felix’s nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt, he was so enamored in the movie that the contact actually made him jolt in surprise, but a second later he relaxed into the blonde’s hold, curious to see what his intentions were.

For a while, his hands simply wander the expanse of Seungmin’s skin, spreading flat against his toned stomach, tweaking one of his nipples, idling tracing hearts here and there. Eventually the hands retreated and Seungmin could feel Felix pulling his own pants down until the hot length of his cock was freely pressing against Seungmin’s bare ass.

Seungmin shifted in excitement, still bundled beneath the blanket. He figured Felix would go for his plug next before sliding home. But the blonde surprised him again by returning both his hands to Seungmin’s torso and holding him close.

With a single shift of his hips, Felix’s cock slid right between Seungmin’s thighs, the tip of it rubbing along Seungmin’s balls as he pushed forward.

Seungmin’s thighs were still covered in cum, making the glide smooth and easy. He bit his tongue as the blonde rocked against him, breathing shallowly against his ear.

Felix’s length was dripping and hard, repeatedly pushing its way through the plush, giving muscle of Seungmin’s thighs, teasing the underside of Seungmin’s balls with each drag back and forth.

Seungmin wasn’t sure why Felix opted for his thighs when he knew he could just fuck Seungmin, but he wasn’t about to complain. Not when he was perfectly bundled up, legs pressed close together.

He tried to stay focused on the movie, but even more distracting than the slick slide of his cock, was the proximity of Felix’s face to his own. He could feel Felix’s breath gliding across his cheek, particularly when he sighed on a slow, deliberate grind forward.

Felix nudged Seungmin’s head just enough for him to turn his head and get caught it a slow, sensual kiss.

Physically, Seungmin knew Felix wasn’t actually fucking him—but, god, with his arms wrapped around him, his tongue mapping his mouth, and every vein of his dick viscerally tangible against his sensitive skin—it felt like he was getting fucked.

He felt loved, adored, cherished. It was the complete opposite of how Felix had handled him earlier in the day. Seungmin guessed it was the blonde’s way of making it up to him, even though Seungmin had said it was fine. But again, he wasn’t about to complain.

He let himself melt into Felix’s hold and mouth, becoming pliant as a familiar haze washed over him. When he said he wanted the members to use him for an entire day, yeah, he’d mostly meant his ass… but this was nice too. Unexpected, but nice.

“I love you, Minnie,” Felix whispered against his lips, well below the hum of the movie.

He let Felix feel the smile that crossed his mouth and whispered back, “I love you too.”

Felix tipped his head forward, resting his forehead against the side of Seungmin’s. His hips paused and one of his hands retreated, travelling south.

Seungmin felt his plug slide out of him with a single deft motion, and then Felix was pressing in.

“Third times the charm,” he muttered, before coming with barely a whimper, pushing his head against Seungmin as his face scrunched in pleasure.

He stayed inside Seungmin for the remaining twenty minutes of the movie, both of them basking in the closeness of the moment.

“Can you handle one more before you’re done for the night?”

Seungmin gave a soft smile. “You don’t have to ask.”

Felix breathed a silent laugh. “Silly me.”

Seungmin felt a telltale warmth spill inside of him, but unlike the rest of the day, this time his dick didn’t rise to immediate attention. Instead, he closed his eyes and let the warmth build, allowing it to rest inside of him with a calming weight. Just another reminder of how undeniably loved he was, a sentiment echoed by the chaste kiss Felix pressed against his cheek as he finished up.

“I know it’s a special occasion… but, selfishly, I really hope we do this again sometime.”

“I have a feeling we will.”

The credits rolled and everyone stretched themselves out, groaning and grunting as they guided blood flow back into sleeping limbs and cracked stiff joints.

Felix slipped Seungmin’s plug back into him before unwrapping them from their blanket burrito.

Seungmin sat up and rubbed his eyes, feeling the length of the day in his bones and his bed calling him in the distance.

Jisung's face popped into his field of vision. The brunette was perched on his knees in front of the sofa, seemingly waiting for Seungmin to pay him attention.

“So…” he began.

Seungmin scoffed. “Yes, I was serious. You can fuck me to sleep—but I need to clean up first.”

“Okay!” Jisung beamed, dragging him up and to the bathroom.

As they went, Seungmin’s gaze caught Chan’s. The elder was already stripping the waterproofing off their furniture and floor, creating a neat pile along one edge of the room. Chan looked at his eyes traveling to where Jisung was clasping Seungmin’s hand and dragging him along before finding his face again.

“I love you,” Chan mouthed.

“I know,” Seungmin mouthed back with a smirk, just before Jisung tugged him around the corner.

For all his goofiness and eagerness, Jisung could be careful and meticulous when it was called for. He took his time washing Seungmin down and cleaning him out. He mindfully avoided his prostate as he fingered the mess out of him and rinsed him clean. After the shower, he even lathered Seungmin in lotion, claiming that three showers in a day was enough to dry anyone out. And then he bundled him up in yet another massive towel and ushered him to his room, where they found clean, fresh sheets adorning his bed.

Yet another item added to Seungmin's endless list of reasons to give Bang Chan crazy head later.

Jisung guided Seungmin onto his stomach on top of the sheets and straddled his back. His hands found Seungmin’s shoulders and he began kneading them, not unlike a cat.

It wasn’t the best massage Seungmin had even gotten in his life, but it was undeniably the most endearing. Jisung rattled on tirelessly about how amazing Seungmin was, only one third of his words registering. But sometimes, Jisung talked just to talk, and this seemed like one of those times.

He worked his way down Seungmin’s body, pressing the heel of his palm into every individual muscle he could find, loosening the tension in Seungmin's limbs and effectively relaxing him. Only when Seungmin was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness did Jisung gently urge him to roll over enough to untuck the covers.

Jisung maneuvered Seungmin until they were chest to chest, and then he continued pulling until Seungmin was about half-way on top of him

Seungmin had one leg bent and draped across Jisung, with his head pressed against the older's chest.

He could hear Jisung's heartbeat, Seungmin noted faintly. It was like a deep metronome right against his ear, and he smiled at the thought that Jisung quite literally had music hidden within his chest.

Distantly, he felt Jisung’s fingers dance along his entrance, which was, at this point, blissfully, perfectly sore.

Jisung was gentle in opening him up, not that Seungmin needed much prep, and when Jisung finally slid home, it wasn’t a harsh punch, or a deep grind—it was a slow thrust that left him perfectly seated within the younger man. He rocked his hips slowly, barely any motion at all—just enough to remind Seungmin that he was there.

It was just enough to lull Seungmin to sleep—exhausted, satisfied, and loved.