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Jeno burns with embarrassment at the sound of Donghyuck’s laughter. Donghyuck isn’t laughing at him, but at Chenle, who’d come so quickly it was almost endearing, lost in the tight clutch of Jeno’s ass. But no matter Donghyuck’s intention, Jeno still feels it. It’s hard not to be humiliated when you’re face-down on your boyfriend’s mattress, presented all nice and pretty for his friends to use.
This isn't the first time he’s entertained one of Jaemin’s fantasies. Jaemin has always been more adventurous than Jeno, whispering in his ear about all the things he’d like to do to him, to see him do. Jeno is always ready to follow along with Jaemin’s every whim– they’ve made sex tapes and fucked in club bathrooms, had threesomes and tried increasingly athletic positions. Jaemin’s made him crawl around their apartment like a dog, sell his dirty underwear to strangers on the internet, wear a collar out in public so everyone would know he was owned.
Jeno loves it, lives for it. He has the collar on now, reminding him of who he belongs to, even as he lies there and lets himself be taken by other men.
He flinches as he feels a finger trail up his perineum, scooping up Chenle’s spend and pushing it back into his hole. He arches into it, eager to be touched, and his breath hitches when he hears Donghyuck huff out a laugh.
“Jaemin was right, you really are easy for it,” he teases. Jeno can hear the click of the lube bottle opening and Donghyuck’s soft swear when he spreads it over himself. He gasps when he feels Donghyuck’s cock press against him, hot and insistent against his hole.
“My turn,” Donghyuck drawls, pushing in.
Jeno’s hands clench where they’re tied behind his back. Donghyuck’s cock is thicker than Chenle’s, stretching Jeno even further. He doesn’t give Jeno time to adjust, fucking into him without warning, pulling a sharp cry out of his mouth. Donghyuck sets a fast pace, eager and overexcited. Jaemin isn’t allowing Jeno to come yet, so he tries to relax; he’s already much too far gone.
Donghyuck’s rougher than he would’ve expected, swearing and grunting as he shoves his cock inside Jeno. He grabs Jeno’s bound wrists for leverage, driving into him with more force. Jeno loves the harsh treatment, moaning and arching his back even further.
“See what happens when you know how to fuck him right, Chenle?” Donghyuck goads, cocky as ever.
“You don’t know anything about fucking him, Donghyuck,” Jaemin sneers. “What, you made a lucky guess that a slut likes getting fucked like one? I’m letting you put your nasty little hands on something that belongs to me. Don’t forget that.”
Jeno’s body goes hot at Jaemin’s words, hotter when he feels the way Donghyuck’s pace stutters. He loves when Jaemin gets possessive, loves the reminder that no matter how many people Jaemin loans him out to, Jeno will still be his.
Donghyuck starts to speed up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic. For all he teased Chenle, it looks like he won’t last much longer. Jeno doesn’t mind — he loves when men come too fast because of him. He loves when they get so desperate that they let go of any sense of politeness or reciprocation, using him to find their own pleasure. Jaemin loves it too — nothing makes him feel more powerful than watching Jeno make other men fall apart.
Donghyuck manages to last a few more minutes, his pride overpowering his need. He moves his grip from Jeno’s wrists to his hair, pounding into him so hard Jeno’s jaw stays hanging open. Jeno’s starting to get closer, moans forcing their way out of him with every thrust — but he can’t. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jaemin.
Thankfully, Donghyuck pulls out in a rush before Jeno reaches the edge. Jeno can hear Donghyuck jerking off behind him, muffled whimpers leaving his mouth as he works himself. After a few seconds, his cum splatters on Jeno’s lower back, sticky and viscous, running down his sides.
They seem to give Jeno a moment to catch his breath, sitting in silence as he gathers himself. When he finally feels like he’s got a grip, he turns his head, looking up at Jaemin as well as he can without the help of his hands.
“Who’s next?” he asks, voice rough from use. Jaemin smiles down at him, indulgent, and runs a hand across his cheek.
“Eager puppy. Mark’s next, and I think he wants to use your pretty mouth,” Jaemin says. Jeno preens under Jaemin’s attention, pushing his head against his hand. Jaemin giggles and complies with his silent request, stroking Jeno’s hair. “Cutie. You ready to go again?”
Jeno nods.
Since Mark wants to fuck his mouth, Jeno has to move to the floor where it’ll be easier, so Jaemin helps him stand on wobbly legs and kneel down by the foot of the bed. When he’s settled, Mark walks over, his gait nervous but his eyes dark, with what looks to be a pretty substantial cock tenting his jeans. Jeno’s body pangs with need.
If Jeno’s honest, Mark is the real reason they’re doing this. Jaemin’s known about Jeno’s little crush on Mark for years, and would be lying if he said he didn’t harbor one of his own. He can’t count the number of times they’ve talked about something like this, how many times Jeno has stolen guilty glances at Mark when they’ve been changing in the locker room of their gym, or secretly drooled over his dickprint in those grey sweatpants he always wears. He almost wishes he could kick the rest of them out so he and Jaemin can keep Mark for themselves. Jeno wants Mark to fuck him, too, to watch Mark get fucked by Jaemin, he wants everything. But Jaemin says that they’re playing the long game with him, so for now, Jeno will have to be patient.
Mark hesitates in front of him, just out of reach. He can’t use his hands to pull Mark closer, so he lets out a frustrated whine. Mark smiles at him, far too soft and adoring for the circumstances, but it pleases Jeno nonetheless. When Mark finally steps forward, Jeno leans in, nuzzling at Mark’s cock through his jeans. It smells like Mark and musk and boy, and Jeno’s mouth waters—Mark’s scent is so potent here, even past two layers of clothes. Jeno wants it all. He looks up as he breathes Mark in, blinking slowly in the way Jaemin loves. It has the same effect on Mark, who swears and tugs Jeno’s head back.
“You want it that bad, baby?” he asks, voice gravelly with lust.
Jeno nods. “Please.”
Mark unbuttons his pants with one hand, the other still gripping Jeno’s hair. Jeno licks his lips in anticipation, trying not to drool everywhere at the thought of finally seeing Mark’s cock. He can’t help but whine when Mark finally pulls it out, heavy and fat in his hand, precum steadily leaking from the tip. He stares at it so hard he goes cross eyed, mesmerized by the sight of the very thing he’s been dreaming of for so long. Mark softly laughs at his reaction, stroking himself as he looks down at him.
Jeno knows his angles, so he tilts his head up, widens his eyes, and sticks his tongue out. It works like a charm—Mark cusses and taps the head of his cock on Jeno’s tongue.
“You ready?”
Jeno makes a needy noise of affirmation.
Mark slides his cock into Jeno’s mouth, already stretching his lips. He fucks shallowly into him, carefully, like he doesn’t want to hurt him. Jeno appreciates the caution, but it’s unnecessary. He wants it to hurt.
Jeno tilts his head back, pulling off of Mark. Mark’s brow furrows.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Jeno replies, pouting. “Go harder, hyung, please? I can take it.”
Mark’s brow creases further, concerned. “But, Jen, I–”
“He can take it.”
Mark lets out a soft gasp as Jaemin presses up against his back. Jeno suppresses a smile, quietly thrilled about Mark’s reaction.
“Here, baby,” Jaemin purrs, right into Mark’s ear. “Let me show you.”
Jaemin slithers his hand from Mark’s hip onto Jeno’s head, gripping his hair tight. Jaemin steers Jeno forward, so he follows, obedient, as Jaemin guides him back onto Mark’s cock. He shoves Jeno’s head all the way down until his nose touches the thick thatch of hair blanketing Mark’s groin.
Jeno watches through teary eyes as Mark gasps, leaning his head back on Jaemin’s shoulder, sandwiched between the two of them. For a moment he meets Jaemin’s gaze, and knows they’re both thinking the same thing: we got him.
Jaemin keeps holding Jeno’s head steady as Mark fucks into his mouth with abandon, spurred on by Jaemin’s whispered encouragement. Jeno just does what he does best: lies back and takes it, tears and drool dripping down his face and onto the floor as Mark buries himself in his throat.
Mark keeps at it for several minutes, pace unfaltering, using Jeno to get himself off. Jeno’s secretly pleased that Mark can let himself go like this for them, giving in to his most base urges with only a bit of coaxing. His heart warms as Mark fucks his cock into Jeno’s mouth, bruising his throat. Jeno probably won’t be able to speak for days, but he thinks it’s worth it.
“Jaemin’s told me so much about this,” Mark mumbles, his eyes trained on where Jeno’s lips stretch around his shaft. “Always bragging about how well he’s trained you. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees like this for me?”
Jeno keens at his confession, mouth still full, blush spreading all the way down his chest. He surges forward, swallowing as much of Mark as he can, but his urgency makes him gag. Mark is past caring, his grip in Jeno’s hair near-agonizing as he holds him down on his cock, watching snot and tears slide down Jeno’s face and fall onto the carpet.
Jaemin moves his hand from Jeno’s hair up to Mark’s waist, staring enraptured as his friend wrecks Jeno’s throat. Jeno watches, eyes blurry, as Jaemin licks sweat off of Mark’s neck, humming in satisfaction at Mark’s resulting gasp. Mark leans further into Jaemin’s embrace, letting Jaemin ruck up his shirt and claw at him beneath it. Jeno watches as Jaemin noses at Mark’s neck like a predator preparing to feast, a chill running through his body at the display. Jeno knew Jaemin wanted Mark, but he hadn’t realized how much.
Mark doesn’t last much longer after that. Jeno can’t blame him—Jaemin’s intensity can be overwhelming. Between that and Jeno’s practiced mouth, it’s a miracle he lasted more than five minutes. After a few more short, hard thrusts, Mark pulls Jeno off, stroking himself with his lip bitten in concentration. Jeno watches as his muscles lock up, sticking his tongue out in preparation. He closes his eyes just in time to feel spurts of Mark’s cum hit his face, trickling down his cheeks. Mark comes loudly, just as Jeno thought he would, groaning so intensely he’d think that Mark was exaggerating if he didn’t know him so well.
Mark drags his fingers across Jeno’s face after he’s finally finished, collecting his cum and smearing it on Jeno’s lips and in his mouth. He finally opens his eyes and meets Mark’s gaze, still hot despite the fact he’d just come. Jeno closes his lips and sucks on Mark’s thumb, and is pleased when he hears a soft swear.
“You wanna get up?” Mark asks, caressing Jeno’s tongue.
When Jeno nods, Mark slides his thumb out of Jeno’s mouth, reaching under Jeno’s armpit to help haul him up. His legs are weaker than before, knees bruised even through the plush rug he and Jaemin have in their bedroom. He coughs as he steadies himself, throat rough and scratchy from the abuse.
Mark frowns, bringing a hand up to Jeno’s face. “Are you okay?” He asks, lips pouted in his concern.
For a moment, Jeno is overwhelmed. He doesn’t want to speak, he doesn’t think he could even if he tried, so he leans in and captures Mark’s lips in a kiss.
Mark answers the kiss like he’s spent the whole night waiting for it, immediately licking into Jeno’s mouth and tasting himself on his tongue. He cups Jeno’s neck with his other hand, cradling his head as if he’s something to be cherished. It almost feels like an apology for his rough treatment earlier. It almost feels like something more.
Jeno separates their lips, nuzzling their noses together before he pulls back. He glances at Jaemin, with his pleasant expression and dark eyes, his gaze trained on the two of them. Jeno isn’t allowed to kiss other partners without asking, so he knows he’ll be punished, but he can tell Jaemin isn’t angry. He runs a loving hand through Jeno’s hair, silently, and Jeno knows that he’s forgiven.
“So greedy, puppy. You didn’t have permission to do that,” Jaemin chides, still stroking Jeno’s hair. Mark’s brow immediately furrows.
“I’m sorry,” Mark says, looking genuinely apologetic. Jaemin smiles indulgently at him, pulling his hand from Jeno’s hair to pinch Mark’s cheek.
“It’s not your fault, baby. He knows better,” Jaemin assures Mark. Jeno bows his head in an admission of his guilt. Whatever punishment awaits him, he knows that the kiss was worth it.
Instead of making Jeno plead for forgiveness like he expected, Jaemin reaches his hand out and jerks his head up. Jaemin grips Jeno’s jaw and makes him watch as he pulls Mark into a kiss of his own. Jeno watches the way Mark lurches his head forward, eager, as Jaemin licks into his mouth. Jaemin doesn’t have the same rules as Jeno does — he can kiss or touch whoever he wants — but it’s rare for him to do either of those things. He much prefers to sit and watch, jaw clenching in frustration and arousal, until whoever they’ve invited into their bedroom is done ravaging Jeno. He’d done exactly that earlier when Chenle and Donghyuck had their turns, but it seems like he couldn’t resist getting his hands on Mark when he had the chance.
Speaking of Donghyuck and Chenle—he’d almost forgotten they were there. He glances towards the small loveseat where the two of them must be sitting. Chenle is literally on the edge of his seat, hands clasped, eyes trained on Mark and Jaemin, a wolfish grin splitting his face. Donghyuck, on the other hand, is leaned back, eyes half-lidded as he bites his lip and slowly works himself over his pants. Jeno shudders.
“Do you like how much they want you, puppy?”
Jeno turns back to Jaemin, whose hand is now curved around the base of Mark’s neck. They’re both gazing down at him, but Mark’s eyes are unfocused, fuzzy, like maybe he’s not quite seeing Jeno at all. Jeno’s used to Jaemin’s laser-focus by now, but a chill still runs up his spine as he takes in his hungry stare.
“Mm,” Jaemin hums, voice rough with need, “But you’re all mine now.”
He reaches down and cups Jeno’s face with his hand, a last adoring gesture, before shoving his thumb in Jeno’s mouth and gripping his jaw, prying it open like he’s a dog who ate something he shouldn’t have.
“Markie, won’t you help Jeno clean up?” Jaemin asks, pulling back his hand.
Mark nods rapidly at his command, seemingly shaking himself out of his daze. He grabs a wet wipe from the bedside table and wipes the remaining cum and spit off of Jeno’s face. When he’s done, he turns to Jaemin for more direction.
“Good boy. Go sit down.” Jaemin coos, patting Mark’s cheek. Mark obeys eagerly, crossing the room to sit in the chair that Jaemin dragged in earlier.
Jaemin watches him go with a smile, but his expression sharpens when it’s directed back at Jeno.
“Turn around,” he instructs. Jeno follows, antsy, expecting to be punished. As much as he usually likes that, there’s limits to what he’d like their friends to see. But instead of being forced to bend over like he’d expected, Jaemin pulls at the soft rope that binds his wrists until it unravels, freeing Jeno’s hands.
Jaemin stands there for a few moments, massaging Jeno’s wrists to ease the soreness that came from keeping them in one position for so long. Jeno awaits his next command, fidgeting in discomfort as Chenle and Donghyuck’s cum dries on his back and his legs.
“Sit on the bed,” Jaemin orders, finally dropping Jeno’s wrists.
Jeno obeys, eager to please, sitting on the bed with his back straight— Jaemin has always disliked bad posture. He sits still as Jaemin admires him, silently running his hands across Jeno’s shoulders, his pecs, his arms. Jeno focuses his eyes on Jaemin’s hard cock straining through his pants, mouth watering at the thought of finally getting it inside him.
“My pretty boy,” Jaemin finally murmurs, grasping Jeno’s neck. “Are you ready?”
Jeno flicks his eyes up to Jaemin’s face to see his boyfriend’s adoring gaze, a last sweet moment before Jaemin has his way with him.
“Yes,” Jeno rasps, voice barely audible after Mark’s rough treatment.
Jaemin hums, leaving a final sweet caress down his neck, before pulling his hand back and slapping Jeno hard across the face. Jeno’s head whips to the right, cheek burning, eyes scrunched shut in pain. He hears a gasp from his left, but Jeno doesn't look— he knows Jaemin won’t want him losing focus while he’s receiving a punishment.
Jeno’s eyes are wet when he finally opens them, one tear slipping out and falling down his cheek as he looks up at Jaemin. Jaemin coos and wipes under his eyes, cupping Jeno’s face with both hands.
“You did a good job, puppy. That’s all, I promise,” Jaemin assures, kneeling down so their eyes are level. He leans forward and plants a sweet kiss on Jeno’s mouth, and Jeno meets it gladly, pain soothed by Jaemin’s attention. “Gonna fuck you now, yeah?”
Jaemin giggles as Jeno nods repeatedly, eager to finally give Jaemin his release as well as be granted his own. “Need it. Please, mommy.”
A cheshire-cat grin takes over Jaemin’s face. He probably didn’t expect Jeno to go this far tonight. If Jeno’s honest, he didn’t expect to either. He hears a quick fuck from Donghyuck, who—Jeno can see from a quick glance—has pulled his cock out again.
“Yeah? You want mommy to fuck you?” Jaemin teases, straightening back up and unbuckling his belt. Jeno whines as he continues to nod, starting to get too needy to really care about what their friends will think. He just needs to come.
Jaemin rips his shirt off, revealing sculpted abs and biceps, a gold necklace dangling between rounded pecs, nipples tight with arousal. Jeno pants, cock throbbing against his stomach. He knows he has a nice body, but he loves the way Jaemin’s makes him feel so inferior.
Jeno watches as Jaemin pulls his cock out of his jeans, red and angry, not even bothering to pull his pants all the way down. He reaches forward and shoves Jeno on his back, tugging Jeno’s body forward so his ass is just off the bed. Jaemin pulls his thighs wide open so they bracket his hips, leaving Jeno to hold himself up as Jaemin grabs the lube.
Jaemin pulls one of Jeno’s asscheeks to the side and squirts lube directly on his hole, causing Jeno to cry out in surprise. Jaemin laughs as he spreads it around Jeno’s rim, shoving three fingers inside of him to get Jeno nice and wet.
“Ah– Jaemin,” Jeno cries, writhing under Jaemin’s touch. “Please.”
Jaemin removes his hand and wipes the excess lube on his cock, stroking himself as he stares at Jeno’s hole, loosened by the two men who’d used it before him.
Jaemin guides his cock right against his hole before sliding in in one smooth thrust, pushing a high-pitched moan out of Jeno’s throat. His body sings, so wound up from being so close for so long; he’s been teetering on the edge since Donghyuck had his turn.
“Feels good,” Jaemin says, stretching Jeno’s legs even further apart. “Not as tight as I’m used to, but it’ll do.”
He punctuates his last sentence with a sharp thrust. Jeno shouts, but it’s too late— his cock jerks, spitting come all over his abs and his chest, body seizing with the force of his orgasm. He sobs as he finishes, tears springing from his eyes as aftershocks wrack his body, fearing Jaemin’s disappointment.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, please,” Jeno wails. Jaemin shushes him as he cries, grabbing one of his hands and holding it tight.
“It’s okay, honey, I’m not mad. Do you want me to pull out?” Jaemin soothes, voice sugar sweet, his brow furrowed.
“No!” Jeno exclaims, “No, please. Wanna be good— please!”
“You’re so good,” Jaemin whispers, pressing a kiss into Jeno’s jaw and beginning to thrust his hips. “So good. Does my puppy like taking care of me?”
Jeno nods, feeling himself calm in Jaemin’s embrace. “Love taking care of mommy.”
Jeno can feel it when Jaemin grins, his mouth pressed up against Jeno’s face. “Mommy loves it too, baby. My good boy. Taking me so well, taking us all so well. Did you like being used, Jeno?”
Jeno gasps at Jaemin’s words, canting his hips up. “Y-yes,” he stutters, his voice failing him as Jaemin’s pace increases. He relaxes into the bed and lets Jaemin fuck him, his pace harsh in his desperation. Jeno’s far too overwhelmed to get hard again, so his soft cock bounces uselessly on his stomach, his body rocking into the bed as he lets himself be taken. Jaemin spreads Jeno’s legs further back until his knees nearly touch the mattress, staring down at where his cock spears Jeno open.
Jeno smiles as he watches Jaemin lose himself, even as overstimulation leaves him raw, so in love he’s nearly sick with it. He turns to the right to look at Mark, who’s watching them wide-eyed, his cock spitting precum all over his hand as he strokes himself. Almost as if he senses it, he meets Jeno’s eyes— Mark’s are dark and almost crazed. Jeno gasps, a spike of arousal making his hands curl.
When Jeno turns back, he finds an amused expression on Jaemin’s face. He must’ve seen the way Mark looked too. For such a chill guy, Jeno didn’t expect Mark to be so hungry.
“I’m close,” Jaemin grunts after a few moments, his thrusts getting sloppier.
“Mm, come inside,” Jeno requests, letting his eyes fall shut.
“Yeah? You want mommy to give you a litter?” Jaemin teases.
Jeno chokes out a laugh. “You’re so fucking weird.”
“You love it,” Jaemin replies. Jeno opens his eyes just in time to see Jaemin come, his deranged grin breaking into a gasp as he fills Jeno up.
When Jaemin’s finished, he slumps onto Jeno’s front, softening cock still tucked into Jeno’s hole. Jaemin nuzzles his face into Jeno’s neck, leaving soft kisses on his shoulder.
“Next time,” he whispers, “let’s just invite Mark. Can’t wait to see him fuck you.”
He nips Jeno’s neck as he pulls back, his face hovering over Jeno’s as he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Good plan.”
Jaemin stands up, seemingly uncaring of the sweat and cum that now covers his torso, looking down at Jeno with a question on his face.
“So,” Jaemin begins, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Who wants round two?”
“Mm, please,” Jeno purrs, lolling his head to the side where Mark sits, one hand still on his dick, other hand gripped tight on the seat of his chair. “Mark still hasn’t fucked me yet.”
Thrill courses through Jeno’s body when Mark finally stands, stalking over to where he and Jaemin lie still connected.
Jeno takes a deep breath and begins to brace himself for a much longer night.