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Soft leather traces over the crisp line of his tailored suit, from the tip of his shoulder across his nape and back.
“San,” Jongho tries to say sternly, praying that the other man can’t hear the waver in his usually confident tone.
“Hi baby bear,” San’s voice is a ghost over his ear, hot breath tickling him and sending heat creeping down his chest.
Jongho’s eyes flick around the room. He’s terrified that a wandering make-up artist or--god-forbid–- another member may still be within ear shot but the room is blissfully empty. His wide brown eyes flick back up to the reflection of the large man towering over him in the mirror.
San has a smirk on his lips, eyes predatory as they stare down at him.
“What’s wrong, baby?” San chuckles.
Leather clad hands looping over his shoulders and playfully tugging on his tie, twirling it around his finger like a siren luring him in for the kill.
“Worried someone’s going to hear us?” He taunts.
Jongho’s cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He’s not worried about the other members finding out they were having sex –-they were all in a polyamorous relationship after all-- no, what he was worried about was them finding out that he liked to bottom.
Jongho was the strongest member, the sturdy, serious, and modest member–- which came with the expectation that he liked to be dominant. Insecurity and shame had nestled under his ribs and taken root leaving him with not many members he felt comfortable with sharing this part of himself.
But San… San was different.
San made Jongho feel wanted. He sought out Jongho at every available chance, hanging off of him and letting his fingers trace over every inch of his body that Jongho allowed. San was lovey with all of the members, free with his love and affection, but he was also intuitive.
Like Jongho, San also enjoyed quite the opposite of what was expected of him based on appearance alone. Broad shoulders, intense and dark eyes, and that impish smile, but behind closed doors he was soft, sweet, obedient.
A similar predisposition leading him to be more intuitive to Jongho’s cause, he supposed.
Because, when it became clear to all of them that fucking each other was easier and safer than going outside of the group and when having sex soon turned into a committed relationship, San, of course, showed an interest in him.
Jongho considered just fucking San the way he knew the other expected him too, the way he had sex with the other members, with dominance and strength, but for some reason he just couldn’t with San. With his other boyfriends Jongho was able to fake it. He made it clear to them that he wasn’t into Bdsm and not being dominant helped make it easier to top but it still wasn’t what he craved. But with San… Jongho just couldn’t help staring at him in practice and watching fan cams of him after their shows in his room with one hand on his dick and the other muffling his cries. Jongho didn’t want to top San, he wanted to be topped by him.
Jongho was sure that San wouldn’t be interested as he had really only bottomed and been submissive with the others and so he avoided having sex with San at all. But the older man was relentless-– restless in his attempts.
One day he snapped and had finally had enough of Jongho avoiding him. He confronted Jongho in his room after a stressful day of promotions, anger and hurt clear on his face. San accused him of disliking him and not wanting to be in a relationship with him any more.
He paced the room, venting his frustrations, anger rolling off of him in waves and every second was agonizing. The older man was clearly agitated, and a petulant San was trouble for Jongho.
Jongho sat on the edge of the bed, back straight and hands folded neatly in his lap-–mostly to conveniently hide the growing bulge in his pants-–and tried not to whimper at the tone of voice San was using with him.
Until he did whimper.
A small, whiny note ripped straight from his throat and then those intense eyes were on him and that shocked face cracked into a knowing smirk.
Confused eyes turned into understanding and desire.
The other members had learned. They had learned that San was a submissive bottom and they accepted him for that, loved it even.
They hadn’t learned about Jongho, they had instead assumed that his lack of eager participation was simply lack of interest in any of them, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. He yearned to be with them, to be wanted by them.
But San had learned the truth and Jongho would be lying if he said that the idea that no one else had San this way didn’t turn him on.
A strong gloved hand grips his chin, wrenching it up from where it had fallen, forcing him to look into the mirror. The leather creaks from the tightness of San’s hand restraining Jongho and he whimpers, like he always does.
“Answer me,” San snaps, displeasure written all over his features.
“So–sorry. Y-yes, I’m worried,” Jongho heaves.
His chest was already feeling tight with a sob lodged in his throat and his heart beating loudly in his ear.
San scoffs and winds his other hand into Jongho’s hair, pulling him harshly up out of his seat and forcing him forward. He presses Jongho’s head down onto the cool counter in front of him and his lips are suddenly pressed to the shell of his ear.
A sob rips out of Jongho’s lips at the rough treatment and his hands shake as he tries to grip onto something and ground himself. San just lets him squirm.
“‘Yes, I’m worried’ who?”
San’s voice is ice and Jongho feels his dick rapidly filling at the cruel tone. He must take too long to answer because the hand in his hair tightens and more pressure is applied to his head. His cheeks squish under the pressure and force his lips into a slight pucker.
“Daddy! S–sorry, daddy.”
The grip in his hair loosens and he sighs a little in relief as San places a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. Goosebumps raise in the wake and San blows on them, huffing out a laugh.
“That’s my good bear.”
Jongho looks up at him hazily in the mirror as San reaches down and flips up his suit coat, gloved hands squeezing his ass harshly. The older man exhales sharply and tilts his head back slightly at the feeling.
“God, you look so good, little bear.”
Jongho can feel San’s hard cock pressing against his ass as San ruts against him and groans.
“Fuck, I wanna take you right here, right now. Wanna see my little bear crying on my cock.”
A whine immediately leaves Jongho’s throat, pleading for his hyung to do exactly that. San just laughs in disbelief, squeezing him again and rutting harder. Jongho feels himself start to sink fully into that headspace, relinquishing control to San and trusting him to let him fall safely.
“Yeah? You’re so worried about someone finding out about your little secret but you’re willing to let me fuck you right here in the middle of the dressing rooms where anyone could walk in?”
Thinking about Wooyoung or Mingi walking in while San degrades and fucks him with tears running down his face has him moaning and hiding his face in his arms. The embarrassment and humiliation of that thought only making him harder.
San laughs again and pulls at his hips, reaching under him and unbuttoning his pants before tugging them harshly down just past the curve of his plump ass. He groans again and pulls Jongho’s cheeks apart before spitting down onto his pink hole.
Jongho moans at being exposed in the most intimate place, it’s a kind of vulnerability that Jongho doesn’t take lightly, San being the only one yet to be allowed the sight. San grabs the sore tendrils of hair again and pulls his red face out from its hiding place, forcing him to take in the scene of San taking him apart.
Jongho watches raptly as San goes to take the gloves off, presumably to finger him but before his logical brain can stop him from further embarrassment-– he’s whining in displeasure.
“Yellow,” Jongho breathes so quickly.
San immediately loosens his grip on the black stands and slows his grinding, eyes softening and attentive on Jongho’s in the mirror.
“Jjongie, what’s wrong?”
The sincere tone causes his eyes to close momentarily. He needs a second to collect himself and admit that this is what he really wants. He struggles, in general, to ask for what he wants but it’s even harder when it comes to sex. The worry that he’s being a burden or asking for something unreasonable haunts him; he’d rather grin and bear it than ask for something and get rejected.
But this is San. San is patient and kind, his fingers combing through Jongho’s hair in a slow and relaxing repetition while he thinks.
The older man is one of the most nonjudgemental people Jongho has ever met, he takes everyone’s opinions into consideration and is always hounding the other members to lean on him when they need someone. He wouldn’t judge Jongho for something like this.
“D–don’t take off the gloves,” Jongho whispers so quietly that San has to lean in closer and strain to hear. “Please.”
San’s eyes darken again as the thought of gripping Jongho’s hips, the black leather indenting the golden skin, sinks in.
“Of course, my love. What’s your color, baby?”
San pulls the gloves back on and flexes his fingers causing Jongho to involuntarily keen at the action, burying his burning face back into his arm.
“Green,” Jongho’s voice is muffled in his arms but San hears him loud and clear.
The first slap jolts Jongho forward, quick and out of nowhere like San couldn’t help himself, like he was as desperate as Jongho was to hear the sound of leather on skin.
Jongho cries out and quickly bites down on his jacket sleeve to try and muffle his moans, the fear and exhilaration that someone might hear them fueling his whimpers.
Two more hits come down on his ass in quick succession one on each cheek. Smooth leather against unblemished skin. San groans and pulls at the skin, yanking it apart and kneading at it.
“My little bear looks so pretty covered in my hand prints,” San praises.
The leather is high quality and soft when San squeezes his skin but it's stiff and unyielding as his hand comes down over and over again while Jongho tries to cry quietly into his arm. He’s sure the loud, crisp slaps and moaning can be heard down the hall but that thought only furthers the fuzziness in his head.
San is more brutal than usual, loving the crack that sounds when he makes contact and watching the pretty skin bloom red under his palm, but he’s also weary of the limited time they have before someone comes back into the room. He wishes he could spend an hour turning his baby bear’s ass bright red and watching him squirm; another time.
Jongho’s dick leaks pre cum onto the floor at each smack, a small puddle forming beneath him. It feels good, beyond good, but he’s starting to feel the ache in his stomach, he wants to be filled and he wants it now.
“M–more, please daddy,” Jh whines.
San looks over his shoulder to confirm that they haven’t been discovered. The thought of taking Jongho, here, out in the open has his dick rock hard and aching but he worries they’ve already been too loud, that it’s only a matter of time before someone catches them. While that thought only further turns him on, he’s not sure how Jongho would actually feel about someone catching them. The urge to protect the younger man and provide him with the best experience hangs over him but he trusts that Jongho will use their safeword if he no longer wants to continue.
The click of the cap should be a familiar sound but in the silence and with the threat of intrusion hanging over them, the sound sends chills down Jongho’s spine in anticipation. He squirms on the counter and mewls an incoherent mixture of San’s name and in, in, in.
San chuckles darkly and squeezes the red and sore flesh of his ass. He lets his gloved hands wander and tease the red flesh, alternating between squeezing harshly and lightly tracing. Finally, one leather finger strokes over his hole repeatedly, watching it blink and clench, desperate to suck him in.
“I just want to watch you squirm for me until someone comes in here and finds us,” San’s deep voice is suddenly in his ear. “You look so pretty whining to be filled by daddy’s cock.”
“D–daddy please. Wan’ you,” Jongho slurs out.
“What do you want?”
Jongho groans and buries his face further into his arm as embarrassment flares up once more and coats his already red cheeks darker.
“W–want daddy’s dick. Inside.”
San curses and then a cool wetness is circling his hole. The creamy but cold feeling of San’s fingers still covered by the leather gloves sends a wave of pleasure down his spine. He hadn’t expected to be so turned on by the gloves but something about the power they held made his toes curl. Or maybe it was the way they made the feeling of San’s fingers pushing against the puckered skin of his entrance almost… shameful, like he was too disgusting for San to touch with bare hands. It was cold, harsh, and impersonal and it made Jongho dizzy with arousal.
The sound of wet squelching filled the room as San thrust one finger into the tight ring of muscle. The glide was smooth with the generous amount of lube San poured over his hole and the assistance of the sleek leather gloves. San hunches over him and pants into his ear as his free hand snakes into his hair and pulls his head up once again. They’re cheek to cheek as they gaze into the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” San says.
Jongho moans at his fucked out expression in the mirror. His eyes are red and tears are flowing down his face. “You like the idea of someone catching us don’t you?”
San had clearly picked up on the reaction he had earlier to the idea of someone catching him bent over and submitting to San. He tries to hide it, shakes his head no and bites his lip to keep a moan from escaping when San suddenly crooks his finger and hits his prostate.
“No? Really?” San’s voice is sickly sweet and a cheshire grin pulls at the corners of his lips. “You don’t like the idea of Wooyoung walking in here right now?” Jongho shakes his head again even when his subconscious is screaming at him to say yes, to be good for San and just agree with whatever will make him smile and press on his prostate again. “I bet he’d laugh at how pathetic you look. He would laugh about the fact that you’re letting me of all people dominate and degrade you.”
A second finger nudges at his hole before San slides it in with little resistance. His fingers are thick but not very long, almost reaching where Jongho needs them most but the man purposely avoids it only stretching him open with his own pleasure in mind. Jongho is just a hole, a fleshlight, for him to fuck and cum in.
“I bet Wooyoung would tell everyone what he saw. He’d tell them how pitiful you looked getting fucked on my small cock. They’d all laugh about you, with your big, pretty dick, bending over and taking it like a slut for someone like me.”
The hand in his hair tightens and Jongho pants at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and humiliation San is giving him. Jongho watches San turn red in the mirror, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, the humiliation not only affecting Jongho. San mostly bottoms and not just because he enjoys it more. The man is broad and large in every aspect except for what hangs between his legs and Jongho knows how much the older likes when his doms degrade him for it.
A third finger pushes in beside the other two. The stretch is tight as it isn’t often that Jongho is allowed to indulge in his preference, however San doesn’t give him a chance to adjust to the added pressure as he roughly presses the digits in over and over. Jongho inches up the counter with how brutal every thrust is.
“Admit it,” San barks. His dark eyes are staring Jongho down in the mirror, the glasses only making him look more stern. “Admit that you like the thought of them catching you like this, with me.”
Jongho wants to shake his head again–-wants to continue denying the obvious but the thought of San subsequently denying him his orgasm has him immediately nodding.
“Use your words, baby bear, daddy’s running out of patience,” San shakes Jongho’s head around a little bit with the harsh words.
“Yes, I like it,” He cries.
San scoffs and the hand in his hair is suddenly pressing his face down onto the counter. He’s forced to turn his head sideways as San puts pressure on the side of his head. It feels constricting but Jongho can feel how San makes sure not to put too much strength into it for his safety allowing Jongho to sink further into the slight fear that he feels while simultaneously knowing that he’s safe. Jongho looks out of the corner of his eye up into Sn’s dark ones–-irises almost completely blown out by his pupils.
“Like. What?” San punctuates each word with a press down on his head.
Silent tears stream down his face and he clenches around Sn’s fingers that have stilled inside of him. Despite the harsh treatment, Jongho’s brain feels fuzzy and free. He feels safe in San’s care. He wants to please him because he knows San will make him feel so good; he wants to please him because giving up control feels so good.
“I–I like the thought of Wooyoungie-hyung seeing me like this,” Jongho sobs. “Puh–please~ daddy,” He begs, his dick twitching and so close to the edge. “Please fuck me.”
San sighs happily and pulls his fingers out. Jongho whines in displeasure at suddenly being empty, his hole clenching around nothing. San shushes him gently and then the sound of San’s belt buckle jingling and the lube bottle clicking open quiets his cries.
San unzips and pulls his pants down just enough to pull his dick out and slick up his small length before he’s pressing the tip against Jongho’s tight rim. San slides his dick in on one thrust and Jongho exhales sharply at the, still novel, feeling of being full. San groans above him and doesn’t move. He bites down on his knuckle and just stares at where they’re connected–-at the round fullness of Jongho’s ass sucking him in. It’s a sight he doesn’t often get to see and every time he does it hurtles him towards the edge faster than he expects. He takes deep breaths, gloved hands kneading Jongho’s hips-– if someone asked he’d say it was because he wanted to help the other adjust but he knew truthfully his length was not difficult to take, that it was mostly to soothe himself, to keep himself from cuming prematurely.
He did not want to cum prematurely and risk disappointing the younger.
“Are you gonna cum already, Sannie?”
They both snap their heads to the side to see Wooyoung standing a few feet away with his hard length already in his palm as he slowly strokes it and observes them with an intense stare.
“W–Wooyoungie,” San stumbles over his words, the mean and domineering man completely gone under Wooyoung’s aura of authority. “I wasn’t– we weren’t–”
Jongho clenches down on San, the embarrassment only furthering his need for the man to fuck into him under Wooyoung’s condescending eye. San moans at the feeling and the crisp leather grips into his hips, holding him still. Jongho squirms on his cock, mewling for him to move. The fantasy they had just talked about was actively coming to life and Jongho was more turned on than he had ever been.
“You weren’t what, Sannie?” Wooyoung walks closer, still pulling on his length and letting his eyes wander over their bodies. “Weren’t gonna prematurely cum and leave our poor baby bear horny and disappointed?” Wooyoung giggles but the sound is nowhere near playful–-it's amused.
Jongho squeezes his eyes shut and in desperation to relieve some of the pressure building he fucks himself back onto San, unable to help himself when he’s so close to orgasming.
San grips tighter and slaps a firm hand down onto his ass at the movement.
“Stop moving– I didn’t say you could do that.” San grits out, a feeble attempt to reassert his dominance.
Wooyoung laughs, he laughs at San again.
San grumbles at the newcomer, still refusing to give up his authority of the situation. “How long have you been here? You weren’t supposed to see this–he doesn’t want anyone to know.”
Jongho keens at the way they talk about him like he’s not even there, like he’s just a sex toy for them to fight over and use.
“Long enough to see your sad attempt at topping,” Wooyoung clips.
San flushes and looks away but his hips betray him, kicking forward at the hurtful words.
“I–I did good, he likes it,” San tries to argue.
Wooyoung sneers and stalks up behind San. He wrenches San’s, previously, barely undone pants down to his ankles and pushes him forward, kicking his legs open, until he’s hunched over Jongho’s trembling form.
“He’ll like getting fucked right, better,” Wooyoung spits.
Wooyoung grabs the opened lube from the counter and coats his much larger and veiny dick with it before immediately prodding at San’s entrance.
“You’re still open enough from this morning right, Sannie?” Despite asking, Wooyoung doesn’t wait for an answer and just pushes into the tight heat. “Sluts like you are always loose, huh Jagi?”
San shrieks at the pressure and the burn from taking Wooyoung without any prep, the pleasure from the pain launching him towards his orgasm. San enjoyed bottoming as much as Jongho but what he enjoyed more was being submissive, especially for Wooyoung. The younger man had a certain brutalness that itched San’s desire to be owned and used just right. And now between Jongho clenching around his length and Wooyoung mercilessly pushing into him, he nearly cums with a shout. Instead he bites down on Jongho’s shoulder, the fabric of his suit muffling his near scream.
“Shut up, you're going to get us caught,” Wooyoung seethes. “You can take it.”
Once Wooyoung has bottomed out in San he reaches around and squeezes Jongho’s sides, the younger man is dazed and floating in pleasure but gazes up lovingly in the mirror.
“Still with us, little bear?” Wooyoung checks in.
Jongho nods slowly, a blissed out smile shining up at him. Jongho should have known that his Wooyoungie-hyung would accept his preferences with ease, he should really trust his boyfriends more.
“So fucking sweet aren’t you, baby? Hyung will help Sannie fuck you so much better.”
Jongho nods again and sighs dreamily.
Wooyoung’s endeared smile leaves his face as he turns his attention to the man shaking in between them. He presses his lips against San’s ear.
“You’re gonna hold still and take it and you’re not going to cum until I say you can,” Wooyoung whispers harshly. “Got it?”
San nods quickly, “Yes, Sir.”
Wooyoung rewards him by slipping two fingers into his eager mouth and allowing him to suck on the digits as he reels his hips back and drives into him.
The forward motion causes San to press further into Jongho and the younger wails out at the feeling. San remains perfectly still, allowing Wooyoung to pound into him and forcing his dick to grind into Jongho’s heat. His hands clench tightly onto Jongho’s hips to avoid cumming before Wooyoung allows him too, the indents sure to leave behind dark marks.
“Fuck Jagiya, you feel so fucking good around me,” Wooyoung moans. “How does he feel, huh?”
San whimpers and squeezes Jongho’s hips again.
“He feels so good, sir. H–he’s so warm and tig–tight. He keeps clenching around me and sucking me in.”
“Can’t believe someone wants your pathetic excuse for a dick inside them,” Wooyoung chides. “Our little bear is so kind, letting you have him.”
Jongho moans loudly at the clear jealousy and possessiveness in Wooyoung’s tone and in a desperate attempt to fix it he sobs out, “Y–you can have me too, Hyung. A–any time. Please.”
Wooyoung pounds into San harder as a reward for Jongho’s words, the younger screaming out in pleasure as the pressure in his gut increases.
“I’d make you feel so good, baby bear, can’t you see how good I’d fuck you?” Wooyoung pleads.
Jongho nods rapidly, “Yes, H–hyung would fuck me so good.”
Wooyoung moans and speeds up his thrusts as he pictures Jongho speared on his cock. San whines around his fingers and Wooyoung thrusts the fingers in San’s mouth in time with his hips, seemingly attuned to every need of the older.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and touch our baby bear, hmm?” Wooyoung pants into San’s ear, lips trailing down his neck and then back up again.
San reaches around Jongho and takes his length in his gloved hand. Jongho moans at the feeling and clenches his thighs together as the pleasure reaches its peak.
“I’m go–gonna cum, daddy, hyung, p–please can I?”
Wooyoung presses a kiss to San’s cheek and pulls his fingers from his wet mouth, wiping the excess spit on his cheek in a filthy act of possession.
“What do you think… daddy?” Wooyoung questions mockingly.
San keens at the term leaving Wooyoung’s lips. He struggles to wade through the pleasure and form a coherent answer.
“Daddy’s too cock dumb to think right now, baby. Go ahead and cum darling, you did so well,” Wooyoung coos.
Jongho finally looks into the mirror again and the scene sends him over the edge. Wooyoung is mercilessly pounding into San’s lax body with a look so intense that Jongho struggles to breath. His dick spurts cum onto the floor as San continues to pump him through his orgasm. Jongho sees stars. His eyes roll back into his head and all he can see is the reflection of Wooyoung’s cocky smirk and San’s pink lips wrapped around his fingers.
San groans as Jongho’s hole flutters and tightens around him repeatedly.
“Oh, o–oh my g–god. Can I cum, sir? Please. He’s so fucking tight, I’m not gonna last,” San blabbers as the panic bubbles up in his chest.
Wooyoung continues fucking into San to help Jongho ride out his orgasm, ignoring the older man’s pleads for permission.
“Not until I do. You know the rules, Jagi,” Wooyoung moans as he edges closer to his own peak. “You did so good, my little bear, so good for daddy and hyung. Do you want Sannie to pull out?”
Jongho whimpers but shakes his head no, enjoying the feeling of being full too much to relinquish it quite yet.
“I need a verbal answer, baby,” Wooyoung says gently, a sharp contrast to his tone when talking to the man between them.
Jongho feels the familiar sense of dread filling him at the thought of asking for what he wants, especially as he comes down from his headspace, but he also feels more confident and safe. Just like San had welcomed his every whim and want, Wooyoung had gracefully accepted Jongho’s preferences without question. He loves San and Wooyoung and the rest of his boyfriends and they deserve to know him fully. He deserves to have his needs met.
“Wan’ daddy to cum inside,” The younger whispers.
Wooyoung smiles fondly at him and reaches down to pet his hair in the most aftercare he can do while continuing to rail into San.
“I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Don’t worry, Sannie will fill you up.”
Jongho hums happily and feels more at peace than he had in a while.
He is so loved.
Wooyoung, satisfied with Jongho’s state, focuses on San. One of his hands wanders up and pinches San’s nipple, twisting the pink bud between his fingers. San hisses at the pain and lets his head drop back onto Wooyoung’s shoulder.
Wooyoung trails kisses down his neck before pushing him back down to hunch over Jongho’s body. He tightly grips Sn’s small waist and thrusts hard and deep just like he knows San likes it. Dragging his dick almost all the way out before ramming it back in. San cries out when Wooyoung hits his prostate and Wooyoung continues to relentlessly drill the spot over and over.
San’s velvety walls hug his cock making it almost difficult to pull out, like his hole is greedy for him to stay lodged deep inside keeping him full.
“Jagiya, such a good slut for me,” San moans at the praise, his dick twitching inside of Jongho and leaking precum. “Is your little dick gonna fill up our baby bear, hmm?” San nods dumbly, mouth open and tongue lolling out. “You gonna try and breed him, Jagi?” San moans out and nods rapidly.
“Gon’ breed him, s–sir, please let me breed him.”
Wooyoung throws his head back pushing into San’s tight heat twice more before he bottoms out and cums deep inside him. San cries out and Wooyoung feels him squeezing around him, milking his dick, as San cums.
Wooyoung fucks them through their orgasms and then they still for a few moments as Jongho mumbles incoherently about being filled.
Once San comes out of his haze and pulls slowly out of Jongho, he realizes the mistake he made.
Hot breath puffs out over his neck. Wooyoung’s intense presence seeming to wrap around him like a boa constrictor with its prey.
“You didn’t have permission to cum, Sannie,” Wooyoung seethes into his ear.
San sucks in a sharp breath and his heart stops beating for a moment.
“You’re gonna regret that.”