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Mingi’s heart raced as he entered the practice room. It was just going to be the members today, shoring up their chorography for a few hours before getting a meal and going home. Should be pretty simple. He’d decided late last night that he wanted to make it interesting.
He was wearing a long coat as it had started getting pretty chilly out, but his bare legs still raised some eyebrows. The practice room could get warm. He could just be wearing shorts. “Ok, let’s start,” Hongjoong said, sitting by the computer and queuing up their music. Yunho got to the front to observe them and Mingi removed his coat.
He was wearing a thin crop top and a pleated skirt that just barely covered his ass. It was obvious he wasn’t wearing anything underneath as soon as he took a few steps and he felt the air freely caressing his balls. Wooyoung made a choking sound and turned away, covering his face. Everyone got a good eyeful of him in the mirror, but he acted as normal as he could, pretending like this was the normal practice they’d all expected. It wasn’t like it was anything they hadn’t seen before. They started fucking each other not long after debut. He just wanted to make it a little fun and interesting.
Yunho picked up on his vibe immediately and cleared his throat, determined to carry on like normal. They started the practice, but there was a charge in the air like lightning was about to strike. He saw eyes linger on him through the mirror. He couldn’t help the gleeful grin on his face every time he spun and fully exposed himself. Even when standing still, his skirt had ridden up just slightly enough that the tip of his dick hung down just below the hem and Yeosang was not even pretending not to stare. He couldn’t believe this was the first time he’d thought to do this. He was a genius.
They actually made a lot of progress during the two hours of practice, despite the distraction. The longer no one mentioned it, the more turned on Mingi got. Anticipation was burning in his veins. Nothing got him harder than attention and adrenaline. And he was reveling in both right now. The fabric started to lift as his cock filled out, the tip glistening as it was curtained by the pleats in his skirt. Yunho was acting the most normal out of anyone, only glancing below his face a few times out of the corner of his eye, but the obvious tenting in his grey sweatpants told a different story.
“I think that’s as good as we’re going to get it today,” Hongjoong said, wiping the sweat from his face with a rag. Mingi’s heart pounded in his ears.
“Yes, good job everyone,” Yunho agreed, grabbing his water bottle.
“I think we should order in instead of going out,” Jongho suggested, holding up his phone.
“Ah, yes. Good idea,” Yeosang gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, always the worst at pretending to be nonchalant. Mingi’s face scrunched at how cute it was.
“Hey Mingi. Come here. You should stretch after practice,” Yunho said with an authoritative voice that made Mingi’s blood run hot. He sauntered over to him, trying not to look too eager with his hard cock bouncing between his legs with every step, the skirt only framing him at this point. “Here, put your hands on the mirror,” Yunho said, placing his hands where he wanted them, Mingi easily going along. “There we go. Bend over. Arc your back more. Spread your legs. Feel that stretch? Hold it.”
Mingi blushed all the way down to his neck as his bare ass was exposed to the whole room and all pretenses dropped. Wooyoung pulled a couple packets of lube out of his wallet and tossed them to Yunho, always prepared. Mingi watched in the mirror with rapt attention as Yunho ripped the packet open with his teeth. He swallowed hard.
“Lean into the stretch,” Yunho purred, flipping the skirt up onto his back and spreading his cheeks with one hand. Mingi’s breath caught in his throat when a cold, wet finger pressed its way inside of him. “Oh? You did some stretches before practice I see.”
“I wanted to be prepared,” Mingi mumbled as he arced his back more. He’d pretty thoroughly stretched himself out with his toys before leaving for practice.
“Such a good idol,” Yunho smirked, adding a second finger. Mingi’s eyes rolled up as he felt them deep in his guts as she scissored them apart. “Taking your job so seriously.” Mingi heard his whimpers echo around the practice room, sounding so much louder in this environment. “Ok, he’s ready,” Yunho smacked his ass hard enough to jolt him forward, dropping the pretext. “Who’s first?”
Mingi stayed in position and watched in the mirror as everyone played rock paper scissors for the privilege of fucking him first. He saw Yeosang gleefully jump up and down, clapping his hands as he won in a rare stroke of luck and he couldn’t help but give an endeared smile. He loved having sex with Yeosang. They all did. It didn’t matter how they did it, he was always so reactive and enthusiastic.
He pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his heavy erection to hang free. No matter how many times Mingi saw it, it always surprised him how big Yeosang was. “Oh come on! Take them all the way off,” San loudly complained, straddling a chair and leaning on the backrest to watch the show.
“Yeah, you’ll get them dirty, Yeosang,” Jongho faked concert as he came up behind him and pulled his sweats all the way off. “There. Much better,” he said, giving Yeosang’s firm ass a cheeky pinch. Yeosang gave one pouting look over his shoulder, but didn’t protest further, his attention much more focused on Mingi.
He spread some extra lube around his thick, veiny shaft and nudged the blunt head against his hole. He gripped his strong hands around Mingi’s small waist as he pushed inside, throwing his head back and moaning softly as his cock was enveloped in Mingi’s squeezing heat. Mingi hung his head as his guts were rearranged to make room for him, the pressure feeling delicious deep down in his stomach and all the way up his spine.
He looked up to watch Yeosang’s face fall into sweet bliss as he nudged his hips forward in little, jerky thrusts. He always wanted to do a good job when he was topping, but always got too distracted by his own pleasure to have much control. And there was nothing the rest of them loved more than watching him fall apart. He let out little whiney moans in time with his pulsing thrusts, enjoying the much needed stress relief during their comeback preparations.
Mingi felt the mirror start to fog up under the rising heat in his palms as Yeosang’s cock dragged deliciously against his prostate, stimulating it just enough to have his cock leaking onto the practice room floor.
“How’s that ass feel, Yeosang?” San taunted, leaning forward with interest, watching the way Yeosang’s muscles flexed with every movement.
“It’s… good,” Yeosang panted, unable to come up with anything more elegant at the moment.
It didn’t take long before Yeosang was pulling Mingi back against him, his plush ass smacking against his firm pelvis with loud slapping sounds as Yeosang’s grip tightened around his waist. His moans raised in pitch before completely cutting out. He came breathlessly deep inside Mingi, his seed painting his insides white as he ground in as deep as he could get.
Yeosang caught his breath and gave Mingi’s exposed and flushed ass an awkward pat. “Thanks,” he said, catching his eye in the mirror.
The room broke out into giggles as they played again for who would go next. San fist pumped hard as he won the next round, stepping out of his sweats so fast he almost tripped. “Oh Yeosangie’s cum,” he moaned as it spilled out around him as he bottomed out. He caught a glob of it on his fingers as it dripped down Mingi’s balls and licked them clean, moaning wantonly at the taste.
“Move,” Wooyoung bullied his way between Mingi in the mirror.
“Hey, it’s my turn,” San whined, wrapping his arm around Mingi’s waist and pulling him up, burying himself to the hilt to claim his property.
“You can still go. I want his dick,” Wooyoung dismissed, grinding his bare ass against Mingi’s throbbing cock.
“Fine,” San pouted. Mingi hadn’t even noticed Wooyoung opening himself up, but he had been a bit distracted. San reached around and aimed the weeping head of his dick to Wooyoung’s glistening hole and slowly pressed them both forward.
Wooyoung whined high in his throat as he was penetrated. “Oh fuck yes,” he sighed, leaning his head back against Mingi. “Fuck me with his dick, Sannie.”
Mingi moaned loudly, his knees starting to tremble as San slowly pulled out before sliding back home and pushing Mingi’s hips forward into Wooyoung’s sinful ass. He loved feeling like a doll being posed and positioned for the other’s pleasure. He loved being used. The combination of all of the attention he was getting, San’s hot breath against the back of his neck, getting his ass fucked and his dick sliding in and out of a wet, tight hole smoothly, was having his balls tighten up against his body as he flailed for purchase.
“Don’t you dare cum!” Wooyoung scolded, reaching back to pinch his thigh. “I’m still using that dick.”
Mingi swallowed hard and nodded, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes in the mirror. Wooyoung could get MEAN when he wanted to. He flashed back to the day off they had where Wooyoung had his cock and balls bound while he fucked him with various dildos and vibrators for hours. He only stopped when Mingi safe worded out. Stuff like that was great, but the thought of doing that right now while he was poised to burst dumped enough cold water on his boner to keep himself at bay.
Wooyoung grabbed Mingi’s sweaty, limp hand and pulled it forward, wrapping it around his own erection. All Mingi had to do was hold it as San fucked them both forward and jolted the dick back and forth in his hand. He was picking up his pace as he moaned even louder, watching both Mingi and Wooyoung closely in the mirror. He was the ultimate service top and being able to fuck both of them at the same time was driving him wild.
“How’s that Woo?” He panted, snapping his hips forward. “You like the way his dick feels?”
“Fuck yes,” Wooyoung moaned, pushing his hips back with every thrust. “I fucking love his dick. You fuck me so good with it, Sannie.” Mingi felt drool drip past his lips as his eyes went hazy. The other two were completely in control of his pleasure and he was drowning in it. “Faster,” Wooyoung ordered, his eyes screwing shut as he wrapped his hand around Mingi’s to add pressure. San did as he was told, fucking Mingi forward with abandon as he pistoned his hips forward as hard as he could. Wooyoung swore loudly as he painted the mirror with his cum, his ass squeezing around Mingi’s shaft as San ground him forward to milk him dry.
Mingi whimpered as they both stepped back, only realizing San had cum when he felt it drip out of him and down his thighs. He had just barely managed not to cum, and his orgasm had been snatched away at just the last second. His cock was throbbing and red with the need to release.
“It’s ok, Mingi,” Seonghwa soothed as he came up behind him, fixing his mussed up skirt with careful fingers. “I’ll let you cum.” Mingi gasped as Seonghwa pushed into this sloppy hole and wrapped his deft hands hand around his shaft. “You look so pretty in your skirt,” he murmured in his ear as he pulled Mingi’s back flush to his chest. “I should put your collar and leash on you so I can walk you around the neighborhood. They would match so nicely don’t you think? Wouldn’t you want everyone to see what a pretty puppy I have?”
Mingi moaned loudly as his dick twitched in Seonghwa’s soft, warm hand. It certainly was something wonderful to imagine. Whenever he handed Seonghwa his leash, the best thing he can do is walk him around their small apartment. His eyes rolled up as his orgasm sneaked back up on him, making him gasp for air.
“Look in the mirror, Mingi,” Seonghwa gently chided. “Watch your pretty face.”
Mingi watched himself as he released all over the mirror, adding to Wooyoung’s earlier load. His face was fully flushed and drool and tears were dripping down his face as it went slack with pleasure.
“There you go. Good boy,” Seonghwa praised him as he bent Mingi over, his face pressing into the glass of the mirror, immediately smearing it with his drool and sweat. Just because Seonghwa was a naturally clean person didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy making a mess. He pulled out and jerked himself off for a few stroked before shooting his cum all over Mingi’s back, staining his skirt and his crop top that had ridden up to expose his heaving chest and perky nipples that were rubbing against the cool glass.
He wanted to sink to the floor and call it a day after that, but he still had three members left and he was not a quitter. He glanced behind him to see Hongjoong sitting in the office chair by the computer like a throne, his dick standing at attention. Mingi sank to his knees and crawled forward as Hongjoong gave him the ‘come here’ motion with his finger.
“Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Hongjoong murmured as he rubbed the head of his dick around Mingi’s wet face, smearing it with precum. Mingi didn’t hesitate to wrap his plush lips around the head of his dick and sink down to the hilt. He gagged as the head of his cock nudged the back of his throat, but pushed through, drooling down his shaft. His brain was nothing but static and his form was sloppy. All he could think about was the feeling of cock in his mouth and the salty taste of precum on his tongue.
He felt someone come up behind him and spread his legs for whoever it was, more than willing to take another. “That’s my pretty princess,” Yunho murmured. “Keep on sucking off the captain while I use this perfect ass of yours.”
Mingi arced his back as Yunho’s huge cock was buried inside of him. Even after all the cock he’d taken already, he still felt the stretch as Yunho was able to get even deeper than anyone else. He squeezed around him, enjoying the burn as Yunho bullied his way into his guts. He was already so stretched and relaxed he didn’t need any work to get the whole thing in.
Yunho put a hand on the back of Mingi’s neck and pushed him down until his nose was buried in Hongjoong’s pubes. He gurgled around his cock, going limp and letting the two of them use his body in any way they liked.
Hongjoong held both sides of his head and fucked up into his open mouth, bruising the back of his throat with his dick. “Fuck. So good,” he groaned.
Mingi completely lost himself to the sensations as his eyes fluttered shut. His dick flopped uselessly with every thrust as it tried to get hard again. The immense pressure on his prostate stung so close after cumming, but that sting also turned him on.
“It’s ok, princess,” Yunho said, reaching around him to fondle his too sensitive cock. “You don’t need this. Not with us.”
Mingi whined loudly, the sound reverberating around Hongjoong’s cock so much it had the captain swearing up a storm and pulling Mingi’s hair, which only had him moaning more. He opened his eyes to see Jongho jerking off right next his face, having no idea when he’d even approached.
Jongho didn’t always love to be touched, but he did like to participate. He was so distracted by his thick cock just inches from his cheek that he was caught off guard when Hongjoong’s cum hit the back of his throat. He choked and gagged as it flooded his mouth, unable to swallow any of it before it joined the drool pooling past his lips, adding to the mess on his chin.
Jongho grabbed his messy hair and pulled him off of the captain, pointing the head of his dick at Mingi’s messy, slack mouth. “Open wide,” he said before shooting his load all over his face. He caught some on his tongue, swallowing it down greedily and opening his mouth for more.
“That’s my pretty princess,” Yunho praised him, his thrusts getting rougher. “Letting your face get painted all pretty just for us. So good for us, aren’t you?” Mingi nodded, completely overwhelmed by everything as his whole body twitched and jolted with every thrust from Yunho’s powerful hips. “That’s good. Take it,” Yunho grunted as he pulsed in deep and spilled, adding one last load to his body.
Mingi sank to the cool floor in a puddle, letting his members move around him. He felt cool rags clean him up and heard the sound of cleaning products sprayed over the mirrors and floor as they erased the evidence.
He didn’t know when the food had arrived, but before he knew it, he was being fed his favorite fried chicken. He chewed his food slowly as he got upright and tried to get his head back on straight. Everyone looked so much happier and more relaxed and he beamed with pride. He was so happy to be able to do that for his members when they so needed it.
Once everything was cleaned up, they headed back out to go home. Mingi had to walk out into the crisp autumn air with only his coat on since his clothes had gotten too dirty. He felt his dick start to stir from the thrill of it as he stepped into the car, hoping they were down for another round when they got back.