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Should I get more piercings??
Oh wow there’s a lot of different types of piercings
Ok
I have decided
To not do anything hehee
Chan smirked down at his phone, satisfied as he watched messages from Stay come pouring in. He loved teasing Stay like this, loved seeing how invested they were in him, how curious they were about him.
Later that night, he was a little disappointed that none of the members had said anything to him about his top-tier bratting, so he decided to try to kick the hornets’ nest, so to speak.
Using as an excuse that he wanted to visit Felix, Chan went over to the other dorm.
When he let himself in, his eyes immediately fell on Minho, who was sitting on a couch looking at his phone, chewing gum.
"Hey!” Chan said cheerfully, closing and locking the front door behind him. “Is Felix home?”
Minho’s eyes flickered up, but he didn’t lift his head. “Yes, but he’s busy.”
It was then that Chan picked up the muted sound of Felix whimpering coming from his room. “Jisung?” Chan asked, gesturing in that direction.
“Jinnie,” Minho answered, then blew a bubble with his chewing gum.
Chan hummed knowingly, then plopped down onto the other couch.
“Aren’t you really here for your punishment, though?” Minho asked casually, eyes looking back down at his phone.
“Punishment?” Chan asked, doing his best to sound like he honestly didn’t know what he might have done to deserve a punishment. “What for?”
A small, subtle smirk appeared on Minho’s face. “That’s how you’re choosing to play this?”
Chan felt excitement spike in his veins from Minho’s calm tone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, lying blatantly. He heard a door open and saw Seungmin and Jeongin coming down the hallway, making his excitement spike even higher. He knew that Minho must have texted them.
You see, Minho had taken Seungmin and Jeongin under his wing, and had been teaching them how to be good doms. They were his dom-minions, if you will. They were both naturals to begin with, but their hyung’s expert guidance was really turning them into a force to be reckoned with.
And Chan loved nothing more than reckoning with them.
“Channie says he doesn’t know why he’s about to be punished,” Minho said with a hint of amusement, setting his phone down and casually crossing his arms as the two maknaes took a seat on either side of Chan on the couch.
Jeongin laughed sardonically as he set down his iced coffee and then lightheartedly said, “What a fucking brat!”
Chan turned to Jeongin to defend himself against the completely accurate allegation, but Jeongin grabbed Chan’s jaw with one big hand. “Get on the floor,” Jeongin ordered, and Chan complied immediately, kneeling on the floor in front of the maknae. Chan’s pupils dilated as Jeongin squeezed lightly to get him to drop his jaw open so he could reach in and grab his tongue between two fingers, one on top and the other on the bottom, and pull it so Chan stuck it out of his mouth. “A tongue piercing would be a nice addition…” the maknae mused, pinching his fingers together just enough to cause a little pain.
Chan whined, eyes looking pleadingly up at Jeongin to show him mercy, because he knew that the maknae liked to see him plead. Because he knew it would make him be rougher with him.
Jeongin tilted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow. “What, are you sorry now?” he asked, pinching his fingers together a little tighter. “Only sorry now that you’re about to get punished?”
His tongue stayed still between Jeongin’s fingers as Chan nodded fervently, and he willed tears to well up, knowing how much Seungmin liked to see him cry.
Jeongin scoffed and released Chan’s tongue, and the older pulled it back into his mouth on instinct.
But that was the wrong move, because Jeongin grabbed the back of his hair and tilted his head back and asked roughly, “Did I say you could close your mouth? Tongue out, now.”
Chan complied instantly, but his inner brat compelled him to not comply as intended, and he stuck his tongue out straight between his lips, as if in defiance.
Surprise flickered across Jeongin’s face, and his eyes darted to Minho, seeking guidance. In a kind of response, Minho just pointedly tapped his foot, arms still crossed. Jeongin understood though, and rested the toe of his boot against Chan’s crotch.
Feeling the pressure on his hard cock, Chan immediately course-corrected, hanging his tongue out with his mouth open just like Jeongin wanted.
Up until this point, Seungmin had just been observing quietly, but at that moment, he quietly yet firmly said, “His mouth is mine.”
Chan felt a chill run down his spine; Seungmin had certainly come a long way from being too shy to speak.
“That’s fine,” Jeongin said, slowly rotating his foot and watching the way it made Chan tense up. “I want Minho hyung’s seconds.”
Seungmin scooted closer to Jeongin and reached out, pushing two of his long, slender fingers onto Chan’s tongue. “Next time you’re going to tease Stay…” Seungmin said, tapping his fingers on the wet muscle, “You should put your naughty little fingers in your mouth instead. Now suck.”
Chan obeyed immediately, closing his mouth and sucking fervently on Seungmin’s beautiful fingers. Seungmin appraised him for a few moments, then got out his half-hard cock, eyes not leaving Chan’s face. Then he pulled his fingers out of Chan’s mouth, scooted back to the other end of the couch, and patted his thigh. Chan clambered up onto the couch, laying with his hips on Jeongin’s lap and his face over Seungmin’s. He opened his mouth and took Seungmin in all the way without any hesitation.
Minho scoffed, and muttered, “Eager whore…”
Seungmin let out a small chuckle, and laced his fingers in the back of Chan’s hair. “Always is…”
“Wants everyone drooling over him…” Jeongin added, pulling down Chan’s sweatpants and then drizzling spit between his cheeks.
Chan whined around the cock in his mouth, spurring Seungmin to push him down farther. He was fully hard now, and Chan gagged a little around his length, but he didn’t use his safe gesture, so Seungmin didn’t let up, handling Chan up and down by his hair. At the same time, Jeongin started opening Chan up on his long fingers, moving from one to two quickly and making Chan groan around Seungmin’s cock.
While the maknaes worked on debauching Chan, Minho went back to playing with his phone, chewing his gum like nothing out of the ordinary was happening just feet away from him.
Because it wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary.
Seungmin and Jeongin had done a lovely job of making their leader their plaything of late. And Chan seemed to be enjoying it, because he’d been bratting more and more, knowing that it would compel them to try to tame him. Minho loved taming their Chan-shaped brat, but he had been able to spend more time with their Hyunjin-shaped brat, who had been getting away with way too much lately.
A few minutes later, Seungmin pulled Chan’s head up and admired his face, all wet with tears and snot, plump lips red. Seungmin groaned. “So pretty, hyung. You’ll keep being pretty for me with or without more piercings, right?”
Chan gulped down air and nodded, bleary-eyed.
“Answer him,” Minho prompted, his pitch lifting in an almost sing-song way on the second word, then blew a bubble with his gum, never lifting his eyes from his phone.
“Yes, always pretty for you,” Chan answered, voice already a bit hoarse, as he looked up into Seungmin’s face pleadingly. Pleading for what exactly, he wasn’t sure. He just wanted more.
And they were always happy to give him more.
Jeongin pushed in a third finger with a fresh glob of spit, making Chan gasp from the stretch, and allowing Seungmin to slide his fingers back along his tongue. Chuckling the maknae said, “We’re just giving him exactly what he wants. Maybe we should just leave him alone.”
“Can’t leave a brat unpunished,” Minho said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, but still looking at his phone. “They’ll just act out more to get your attention.”
Seungmin pulled his fingers out and pushed Chan’s head down onto his cock again, making him gag. “Can’t let him forget he’s just a couple of holes for us to use,” he said smugly, smiling once Chan regained himself a little and tried to slide his tongue along Seungmin’s shaft, whining in desperation at his words.
Chan also started pushing his ass up, trying to get Jeongin’s fingers in deeper, but the maknae wasn’t having it. He pulled them out and smacked Chan’s ass hard.
Being a bit of a painslut, even if he didn’t want to admit it, Chan moaned around Seungmin’s cock, making the younger groan too. He tightened his fingers in Chan’s hair. “Do that again, Innie.”
Jeongin spanked Chan again, who was turning into more and more of a mess as he moaned and tried to lick around Seungmin’s length, all while being manhandled up and down it. He dimly realized he didn’t really have much control of his mouth anymore, probably wasn’t stimulating Seungmin in any organized way, mostly just slobbering all over it at this point… but damn if he wasn’t going to get an A for effort.
And he received his A when Seungmin pulled him up and came all over his face, the first spurt landing half in his mouth and on his lips, the second getting his cheek, and the third getting the bridge of his nose and a little in his eyelashes.
“You’re prettiest like this, hyung,” Seungmin said, admiring Chan’s cum-smeared face.
Chan nodded and tried to lick some of the cum off his top lip.
“How’s your end, Innie?” Minho asked.
Jeongin had been gently rubbing the red skin he had spanked, trying to soothe it. Upon Minho’s words, he pried one of his cheeks aside and pressed against his rim with his fingers, and watched the muscle loosen to try to accommodate them, but his spit had mostly dried up. “I think it’s ready!”
“Hyunjin! Lube!” Minho called.
After a small shuffle followed by a loud crash in Felix’s room, Hyunjin came running out with a bottle of lube in hand, wearing only a t-shirt, the hem of which was being pushed up by his hard dick. He handed it to Minho wordlessly, then started walking backwards towards Felix’s room.
“Uh uh uh…” Minho said, and Hyunjin slowly shuffled forward again. Minho looked up at him and grabbed him by the balls, squeezing just enough to make the tall blond squirm. “Treat Felix nicely, understand? He’s been very good lately.”
Hyunjin quickly nodded his understanding, and, after a lingering glare, Minho let go, letting him scramble away in peace.
Minho tossed the bottle to Jeongin, who squirted a generous amount between Chan’s cheeks, making him jolt from the cold. Then he used two fingers to push a glob inside him, and scissored his fingers to make sure he was nice and ready.
“Hold him up for me,” Minho directed as he stood up, finally setting his phone down.
Seungmin and Jeongin picked Chan up, each with an arm around his back and another under one of his bent knees, and held him suspended in the air, ass at the same level as Minho’s crotch. Minho slid his sweatpants down, letting his hard cock spring out – it turns out he wasn’t as unbothered as he had appeared.
They were Minho’s dom-minions, and they had dominion over Chan completely, holding him up in the air for Minho to use. He couldn’t do anything but watch as Minho reached behind Chan to grip his ass cheeks, and then teased his cock inside… before slamming in and making Chan cry out, his own cock slowly dripping pre-cum onto his abs.
Minho took his gum out of his mouth and stuck it in the middle of Chan’s left pec like he was the underside of a school desk.
“You should get your dick pierced, Channie,” Minho said as he started thrusting, gripping Chan’s ass cheeks hard and digging his nails in. “It might as well look pretty since it’s purely decorative.”
Chan blushed horribly. Minho wasn’t wrong; he’d become such a slut for cock of late that he couldn’t remember off the top of his head the last time he’d topped anyone, even though that’s all he used to do.
These three had ruined him.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Minho knew that his dom-minions probably couldn’t hold Chan up for very long, so he decided to make quick work of his hole and move on; this wasn’t about Chan’s pleasure, anyway. At least not yet. So he fucked him just so he could get off, snapping his hips in the best way for him to chase his own pleasure.
But Chan was being too quiet, so he moved his left hand up and harshly squeezed and twisted his right nipple, making him groan and fresh tears spring up. “You shouldn’t get these pierced, though. They’re too fun to play with for me to wait for them to heal.”
Chan whined and nodded. His body was theirs, as far as he was concerned.
Minho dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of Chan’s plush butt, hoping he might leave little bruises, and started really pounding into him, eyes flicked up to watch his cum-covered face as he just took him.
Sticking his tongue between his teeth, Minho felt his high wash over him, but he kept thrusting, wanting to make as much of a mess as possible. And sure enough, some cum slipped out, and when he pulled his cock out, he pushed Chan’s ass cheeks together so they somewhat cleaned it off on the way out.
After all, Jeongin liked his seconds very sloppy.
Minho plucked his gum from Chan’s chest, popped it back into his mouth, pulled his pants back up, and then sat back down on the couch, getting his phone out again and quickly re-immersing himself in it.
Once Seungmin and Jeongin carefully laid Chan down on the floor, Jeongin finally got his prize. He prompted Chan to flip over, pulled Chan’s hips up a bit, and gently but expectantly said, “Open for me…” and Chan’s hole did just that, letting a viscous white line of cum slide out, adding to what was already quite a mess. Jeongin watched, mesmerized, as it made its way down toward Chan’s balls, but then snapped out of it and buried himself inside in one thrust.
Chan already felt so used and pliant that he just relaxed and let the maknae have his way with him like he was nothing more than a warm hole to use, not even bothering to hold himself up. Each thrust forced a small grunt out of him. As he was fucked into the floor, he dimly registered that they needed to sweep.
Jeongin leaned over him as he got close, and he bit Chan’s ear a little harder than the stylist noonas would probably appreciate as he came with a whine – a sound that was near and dear to Chan’s heart.
And to his cock, because the sound pushed him over the edge, and he spilled his load onto the floor. They were going to have to mop, too.
“There you go, baby…” Chan praised the maknae, feeling Jeongin slump against his back and bury his face in his neck, probably feeling a little shy and already seeking cuddles.
So while Minho went off to see what Hyunjin and Felix were up to, Seungmin and Jeongin took Chan to the bathroom and cleaned him up.
“Are you really not going to get any more piercings, hyung?” Seungmin asked him as he used a washcloth damp with warm water to carefully clean off Chan’s face.
Chan smirked. “Not any that Stay will see.”