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you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”