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Sometimes, it even happens in the living room or in the middle of the kitchen, with tons of people at the party simply watching them fuck him raw.
Hongjoong purposely dresses extremely feminine, knowing how these types of guys are. It’ll get them more riled up if he puts his hair in pigtails, or throws on one of his skirts and a pair of panties. He always hopes they’re already a little drunk by the time he approaches them, too, because he knows it’ll make it easier for them to agree to fuck a guy.
Getting felt up on the dance floor is nearly his favorite part, if he didn’t know what was coming after all the public foreplay. It’s as easy as whispering how much he’d like to suck the guy’s dick right there to get them to snap.
He kneels with his back to the sink, hearing the shock and whistles from the people watching them over the counter. He knows how he looks with a dick in his mouth; these people are lucky to watch.
The guy grabs his hair and uses it to fuck harder into his throat. His eyes roll back from the way he chokes, and it feels so good that he’s reaching into his skirt to touch himself.
He’s so wet from having such a large audience, and more people have gathered in the kitchen since he got down here. Hongjoong can hear the way they’re talking about him as he hollows his cheeks to blink up at the guy.
He’s pretty, with thick lips and high cheekbones that let Hongjoong know he would look hot if the positions were reversed. He thinks the guy’s name might be Keeho, or Kai. Something with a K.
His name doesn’t matter, though. None of his friend’s names do, not with the way they’re whooping and cheering as Keeho-Kai calls them over.
They’re slapping him on the back, pretending to laugh at the way Hongjoong looks as he drools on their bro’s cock.
He can see it’s all for show, though.
The way they watch him gag and sputter isn’t the way a fully straight man watches another guy suck a dick. They look hungry, plainly, and Hongjoong pulls off to grin, opening his mouth wide enough for come to spill down his chin and drip onto the tile below him.
One of the blond ones clutches the back of his neck to get his attention. He knows this one; a dance major, shy and sweet, who’s been his partner in a few bio labs last semester.
Shota is nice, nice enough that Hongjoong wouldn’t expect him to pull out his cock in front of a hundred or so people.
He’s surprised, but pleasantly so, and Hongjoong just opens his mouth further when his lips touch the tip of Shota’s cock.
He's gentler than the first guy was, preferring to press slow and deep into Hongjoong’s throat to really feel the way it constricts around him.
Hongjoong’s jerking himself furiously now, tearing up and close to orgasm with the way he’s being watched from every angle.
He feels other hands on him now, the other members grabbing and pulling on his clothing to try to undress him.
He knows they’re from the frat as well, with the way they’re all wearing their lettered muscle tees in the douchiest way possible. They look good, though, and Hongjoong follows pliantly when they pull him off the floor and push him against the kitchen island.
There’s bottles and cups and shot glasses littered all along the dark marble. The other blond clears a space in the middle just for Hongjoong’s chest to lay down nicely, and he gasps as his panties are pulled down without any teasing.
He’d fucked himself in the car before making his way into the house, and he can tell when the one behind him catches on when he groans out a curse. There’s fingers probing his rim a moment later, and he can’t help but moan a little at how unhygienic this all was.
They take turns, fucking him properly. The guy opening him up goes first. He's pretty, with long, red hair that reaches his shoulders. He's gentle where he holds onto Hongjoong’s shoulders for leverage, but rough when he bullies his way inside once he deems Hongjoong loose enough.
Hongjoong can’t help his broken whimper at the first few thrusts. He whines out that it hurts, that he’s too big and needs to wait, and moans high in his throat when he’s ignored.
The people standing across from him are filming his face as he comes, and something molten and fucked up curls happily in his chest. The knowledge that these would definitely be seen on people’s stories or timelines later made him burn with arousal.
His legs shook where they tried to hold his body up. The guy finally finished, shoving his chest down and holding him still as he comes inside. He pulls out quickly after being ushered and teased by his friends, mumbling something about how ‘the slut was too tight.’
Hongjoong knew the next guy from the track team. He always saw him trying to pick up girls while in his tracksuit, the blond and black in his hair giving him that cool oreo color style that was popular now. Hongjoong thought it made him look a bit gay, but he wanted the guy to fuck him, not beat him up.
He was a little thinner than the redhead, but longer, and his cock bumped Hongjoong’s prostate easily as he slid to the hilt without giving him a second to think. Hongjoong gasped on each thrust, feeling come drip down his cock and run down his thighs as he was pounded into the counter.
More people were recording him now. He swiveled his head back and forth, making eyes at each phone he could see, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes to really sell his whore persona.
Nothing got him off more than knowing how fucking desperate they all knew he was. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
Another load down, and the guy pulled out with a firm spank to Hongjoong’s gaping hole. The sudden pain made him cry out and leak against the counter.
He was hard again, grinding his wet tip just a little against the cold stainless steel. He couldn’t feel much from his angle, but the cold shock had him panting desperately at each little movement of his hips.
It was the other blond’s turn now. He looked the youngest out of all of them, but he was easily the most demanding by far. He gripped Hongjoong’s hips roughly, pulling him up and shoving him to the floor again in a daze. He landed on his knees, crying out at the pain of the hardwood.
Hongjoong was so hard it hurt. Someone shoved his back so he’d fall on his hands, and he gasped once he figured out what they were doing.
There was one last member. He was pretty, of course, with dark hair and a small, cute mouth. He looked sweet, a little fox-like. Hongjoong was excited to swallow his come.
His ass was filled at the same time as his mouth, and Hongjoong belatedly realized he’d achieved a long-term fantasy of his.
Being spitroasted in front of so many people; getting fucked stupid by guys he didn’t know on the floor of their shitty frat. He came again once he tuned in to the way his audience talked about him.
Whore, slut, pervert. Saying he was desperate, yelling about how good he looked, how hot this was.
His knees hurt from the way he’d landed. His throat hurt from the abuse, gagging hard at every other thrust. His chin felt disgusting, the fresh spit dripping over the dried cum he hadn't been able to swallow before.
Someone spit on his back. Another hand pulled his hair so hard his eyes stung with a fresh wave of tears.
The guy behind him came first, slapping his ass hard with both hands once he’d pulled out. His cheer was juvenile, but the way he pulled Hongjoong’s loose hole even further open made him moan loudly around the cock in his throat.
Hongjoong could feel the mess he was making on the floor. So much come dripped out of him that it felt as if it was coming from himself, like some sort of self-lubricant he couldn’t control. A few camera shudders went off behind him when the guy pulled his skirt down just enough to frame his used hole.
Guy-in-his-mouth jerked a few times before he pulled out. He came all over Hongjoong’s face, hitting his lips, eyelids, cheeks. Hongjoong cringed at the uncomfortable pull on his lashes as he swallowed the little that got near his mouth. This guy came a lot. Hongjoong’s dick twitched at the mental vision he had of himself right now.
Now that he’d been used thoroughly, the guys seemed to become uninterested quickly. They filed out of the kitchen one by one, grabbing drinks and laughing with each other the whole way. All except one.
Shota was nice enough to slip his panties back up his shaky legs after he helped Hongjoong stand up. He smiled gratefully as Shota carefully wiped down his face with a towel. It wasn’t the softest, but Shota’s caring demeanor made up for it.
“I can't imagine this feels comfortable…”
His cheeks were flaming as he wiped the come from Hongjoong’s skin. He made a quiet noise before wiping at Hongjoong’s eyes, and Hongjoong giggled at the way his hand shook with each pass.
“I think you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever fucked. I promise I’m okay, cutie.”
He knew how he looked. Fucked stupid, with rumpled clothing and smudged eyeliner. Shota’s face was mostly impassive, but his eyes were expressive and bright as they watched Hongjoong smile.
They made eye contact for a moment. Hongjoong leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Shota’s cheek. The blond squeaked, jumping back, a hand still cradling Hongjoong’s jaw. He looked at Hongjoong with wide eyes before closing the distance between them.
His kiss was unimaginably sweet after everything they’d just done. Hongjoong was shocked that this gentle, genuine guy was kissing him so nicely after just watching him get fucked by six guys in a row at a frat party. He was surprised anybody was kissing him at all, to be honest. He knew the rumors going around about him.
Shota pulled back first, staring at Hongjoong with something he could only describe as wonder.
“Why are you so nice to me, hm? I'm sure everybody here thinks I'm sick in the head for getting off on this.”
Hongjoong really was curious. He'd never been treated so nicely by someone who knew what he got up to.
“You’re… you like what you like. I can't judge you for that. And you’re obviously… good at getting what you want.”
He was so endearingly cute when he blushed. Hongjoong knew he was being honest; he didn’t think this guy could tell a lie if he was paid to.
“I know this is insane, but would you like to leave with me? I'm really craving that burger place by the library.”
Shota’s mouth dropped open in the cutest fish-like gape. Hongjoong bit his lip, getting hit with a sudden cuteness aggression like no other.
Ever if Shota never wanted to fuck him again, he really hoped they could be friends. Hongjoong needed someone this good in his life, and really wondered how Shota had gotten involved in such a testosterone-aggressive environment.
“Me? You’re asking me?”
He nodded, carding his cleaner hand through Shota’s hair. It was surprisingly soft despite the dark roots and bleach. Hongjoong wondered what hair products he used.
“Nobody's ever asked me out before… I’m, uh, n—not the best with people.”
Hongjoong snorted.
“You’re pretty good at fucking throats, baby. We don’t need to talk if that’s something you’re bad at.”
Shota stuttered so cutely when flustered, too. Hongjoong kissed his other cheek, holding him gently by the neck to show that he was serious.
“We can just chat, or watch a movie, or hang out in silence. Whatever you want, if you want it.”
Shota looked puzzled. Genuinely confused, and so, so cute with that little crease between his brows.
“You really want to hang out? Even if I don't want to have sex again?”
Hongjoong wanted to kiss him again.
“I might be a little insane, but I don't need nor expect sex from everybody I hang out with. I like you, Shota. With or without sex, whether it stays like that, or you change your mind.”
A small, nearly imperceptible smile lifted Shota’s lips. His voice was soft when he spoke, eyes sparkling in the shitty kitchen lights.
“You can tell me about your other interests while we eat!”