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The door clicks shut behind Jisung, who walks in right after Chan.
Of course, Chan did an amazing job at keeping Jisung hard and restless during the trip back to the dorms. His hand rested high on the inside of Jisung’s thigh, kneading here and there every once in a while, making Jisung swallow down whimpers.
Still, he hadn’t said a word the whole ride, but tension was high and circling inside the car. In the front seats were Changbin and Minho, shifting in their seat every so often.
Jisung could tell they had a plan. Obviously, he could tell way before they were on their way back home, but if it hadn’t had dawned on him by then, that was the moment that it would have.
Chan still had yet to have his way with him, and if there is something Chan likes, it is to share.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch, Jisungie?” says the leader without looking back at him, walking towards the rooms. “I have something for you.”
Jisung knows it’s not a suggestion but an order. He gulps. “Alright.”
The second he sits on the couch, he allows his hand to press over his bulge, hissing at the feeling. He has half the mind to wonder where his other roommates are. He had even ridden the same car as Changbin, yet he’s nowhere to be seen. The dorm is eerily silent.
It all makes him anticipate whatever is coming his way all the more.
He gropes his shaft over his pants just the slightest bit, to release some pressure. It’s a bold choice to do it with Chan so nearby—he’d probably punish him for touching without permission. But he can’t help himself, nor stop once he has started. He tries to rub over his tip, letting his head fall back on the couch at the pleasure coursing through his veins.
He’s so wrapped up in his momentary relief and the diligent building up in his tummy he almost jumps off of the couch when he hears footsteps in the hallway, announcing Chan coming back. He straightens his back and lets his hand fall at his side, albeit regretfully.
When Chan comes into view, he gifts Jisung a dimpled smile, but Jisung’s eyes are too busy trying to decipher what Chan carries between his hands. It couldn’t be—
“Here’s a little gift Jisungie,” while Chan approaches Jisung, he gets to the conclusion that it definitely is what he thinks it is. “From Stray Kids. We know you’ll wear it well, won’t you?”
Chan offers a pile of clothing to him, which Jisung takes with a pitiful twitch of his cock.
On his hands now lies a maid outfit and, on top of it, a black collar with white letters engraved on it. Jisung sets the pile of clothing down on the couch right next to him and picks up the collar carefully, eyeing it.
As he expected, a chill runs down his spine when he reads Stray Kids’ whore . They had gotten him a customized collar to wear and show off who his owners are. He lets his index finger trace each letter slowly, mouth falling open without realizing it.
Chan walks even nearer him, standing between his manspread legs. One of his hands makes its way under Jisung’s chin, coddling it gently. His fingers dig ever so slightly in Jisung’s cheeks.
“Do you like it, Jisungie?”
Only then do Jisung’s eyes move from his new collar and towards Chan, looking up at him with wide, sparkly, innocent eyes. God, Chan can’t wait to ruin him.
“I love it,” Jisung whispers, entranced by Chan’s gaze. His grip on Jisung’s face hardens the slightest bit, adding some pressure. It almost makes Jisung’s hips thrust upwards. “Thank you.”
Chan hums in reply, tilting his head to the right. “And your new set of clothes?”
Jisung tries to look to the side towards his brand new maid outfit, but through his grip, Chan doesn’t let him move away from his lustful, dark eyes.
“That too, thank you.”
“So pretty, isn’t it? How about you try it on for me, Jisungie?”
“Yes, da–”
“I wasn’t asking,” Chan interrupts him in a low voice before Jisung gets to finish. “Go and change. Leave the collar here, I’ll put that on for you.”
Finally, Chan lets Jisung go. He steps back, eyes not leaving Jisung’s figure at all. It makes Jisung break into a cold sweat, feeling beads of it running down his nape—or maybe he had been sweating all along. He sets the collar aside on one of the couch’s arms and picks up the clothing at his side. Without meeting Chan’s addictive eyes, he waddles into the hallway.
“Oh, and,” Chan’s voice resonates within the dorm, making Jisung halt and his guts stir. “Don’t you dare put it in you. We’ll put it in you.”
Jisung’s brows crease and he looks down at the clothing, suddenly feeling a weight he hadn’t noticed before. Maybe even feeling a certain… thing amidst the clothes.
Oh .
“Okay.” He replies, keeping in the low moan he would’ve let out.
The clomp of his boots against the wooden floor is all to be heard until he closes their bathroom door. There, when he sees his reflection, he whimpers. He looks nothing short of sinful, the walking image of a desperate, needy man. His pupils are blown beyond repair. His hair is tousled, long strands standing against gravity. His lips are red and bitten, glistening with saliva. He still wears that god forsaken Balenciaga choker—the one that started it all. The one that would be replaced soon.
With one hand, he closes the toilet lid and sets the clothes over it, choosing to ignore - for his own sake - the loud clang! noise that clothes would certainly not make. He inhales before taking the first item—a black dress. The ends of its sleeves and skirt are flown beautifully.
Jisung undresses, taking off his clothing at last and feeling the cold air hit his heated skin. He tries his best not to trace his hands over his body, afraid it’d be too good of a feeling. His dick is still painfully hard, and he watches in the mirror how it curves over his v line, a single drop of precum running down its side. He itches to touch—but ultimately doesn’t, deciding it’s best to not break any rule. If there’s something he likes to be, it is obedient.
The dress, simple and alone, already looks good on him. It could be the horniness talking, but it looks really good.
Then, he grabs a white apron and ties it around his ridiculously slim waist. They got his size right, surprisingly. Most of the time, he had to get every item of clothing especially sewed for him. Afterwards, he slithered into a pair of black knee high socks, and finally, he stepped into an elegant laced pantie, preening at how sensitive it felt against his cock.
He looks one last time at the mirror, fixing a couple of loose hair strands, before meeting eye to eye with it . The criminal behind the unnatural weight of his pile of clothes, and of the harsh sound when he set it down.
A heart shaped glass buttplug.
“Don’t you dare put it in you. We’ll put it in you.”
Those had been his leader’s words, and he had to follow. No matter how pretty it looked. No matter how good the stretch would feel. No matter how badly he’d enjoy opening himself up just to place it inside him.
He’s good. He’s a good, obedient boy. He’s going to walk out of there, maid outfit on and glass buttplug in hand, not having touched his dick once despite how tempting it was.
He’ll leave his orgasm at Chan’s hands. Orgasms , probably. At Stray Kids ’ hands, probably.
When he walks into the living room again, the first thing he hears is a low whistle.
And it didn’t come from Chan.
“Now, now, I didn’t know we hired a new maid!” Hyunjin says while he unabashedly lets his eyes rake all over Jisung. Jisung, who feels all of their gazes on him. A shiver courses through him. “And such a slutty one at that!”
“I should come to this dorm more often if I get to see such a pretty thing every day,” Felix adds. No one is looking away.
“I second that,” Seungmin.
“I third that,” Jeongin.
“I’d say I fourth that,” comments Minho easily, voice sounding completely unaffected—but when Jisung meets his eyes, he can feel how they penetrate his soul. It has him twitching. “But I see this angel pretty often.”
Felix turns to him, indulging in his teasing. “You do?”
“Yeah,” he huffs in a breath. “You’d be surprised how easy he is. Bends over for everyone, lets about any dick inside—as long as he gets something, he’ll say yes. Such a willing whore.”
Jisung whines, thighs coming together in an attempt to give himself some relief.
Changbin tches, letting out a short laugh after. “Oh, he’s gagging for it already. I bet he’s drooling under his panties.”
Suddenly, a hand sneaks under Jisung’s dress from behind him and he jumps, letting out a loud gasp. The anonymous hand - not anonymous at all - dives into his front, pressing on his bulge over his underwear, making a high-pitched moan spill from Jisung’s mouth. He feels a body press against his back, hardon right against his ass.
“Oh, he is,” Chan says wetly right against the shell of Jisung’s ear, breathing hotly into it. “He definitely is.”
“You know, I thought,” Chan continues, unclasping Jisung’s Balenciaga choker with his free hand while speaking, his other hand delivering continuous pressure on Jisung’s dick. Jisung’s breathing gets more laboured, small whimpers leaving him occasionally. “I thought with the way you were whoring yourself out all day today, you’d be satisfied by now,” he carelessly tosses the choker away. Jisung’s vision is blurring due to unshed tears, pleasure quickly building up. He hears more than sees someone approach them - Hyunjin -, handing Chan Jisung’s new collar. “But you never are, are you?” Skillfully, with one hand, he clasps on the new collar, and then grinds his hard cock against Jisung’s ass. “You’re always,” a thrust. “Always,” another. “Begging for our cocks, aren’t you?”
Jisung nods his head rapidly, blinking tears away to see how close Hyunjin is to him. “Yes, yes,” he whispers desperately into Hyunjin’s mouth. “Please, God, please.”
Chan snickers lowly into his ear. “I’m not God today, baby. Call me the Devil.”
Hyunjin swallows down the moan Jisung lets out at the words, crashing his lips into his. They kiss messily, Hyunjin always loving to make a show for their members. Spit wets Jisung’s chin as Hyunjin sucks on his tongue, humming pleasantly. All the while, Chan keeps grounding his cock against Jisung, grunting almost animalistically in his ear.
“You know I like to share my preys,” he then says into Jisung’s ear in a raspy voice. Jisung barely catches it over the wet sounds of him and Hyunjin making out. Everything is so much, and his skin is on fire. “But I’ll be the one you dream of tonight.”
Distantly, smacking sounds and whimpers add onto the filthy mess, the rest of the members not falling behind on the fun. Seungmin grinds his crotch right over Minho’s as he straddles his thighs, lips working his neck diligently. Felix kneels before Changbin, one hand cradling the back of his head. Jeongin presses on his bulge over his pants, gasps leaving his lips when he puts on the right weight.
Hyunjin is the one to pull away, lips glistening with saliva. “You taste good, Jisungie. Say aah for me.” He eyes Jisung’s mouth as he obediently parts his lips, tongue lolling out.
Then, Hyunjin spits into his mouth. More than spitting, he stands slightly on his tippy toes and lets a glob of spit drip into Jisung’s mouth leisurely. Once on his tongue, Jisung closes his mouth and offers Hyunjin the most sinful look he can master.
One of Hyunjin’s hands squishes his cheeks. “Good, now swivel it around,” he orders. Jisung mixes Hyunjin’s saliva with his, making gurgling sounds. “Perfect. Good boy. Now swallow for me, whore.”
Jisung swallows with a whine before opening his mouth again to show Hyunjin he’d followed through. Right before Hyunjin can praise him for it, Chan parts from his back, hands still possessively gripping his hips.
“Good job!” Hyunjin’s tone drips with faux enthusiasm. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t ya?”
“How about we move to the couch, Jisungie?” Chan whispers just as Hyunjin grasps Jisung’s hands and pulls him to their side, towards said couch.
Hyunjin turns him so his back is flushed to his front, also feeling how hard he is against his lower back. Chan sits on the couch in front of them, legs deliciously spread. Jisung can finally see him in all his glory–the way his eyes give him a once over, swallowing him in a maid outfit. It’s filthy, and Jisung can feel the way the front of his panties are wet with precum.
“Ass up over my lap, Jisungie,” Chan pats on his thigh. “It’s high time someone teaches you a lesson for tempting us as bad as you did today.”
Being pushed gently by Hyunjin, Jisung lies over Chan’s lap, in position to be spanked. He’s been through this many times before, always enjoying testing their leader to the point of being punished.
“Hyunjin, darling, could you get me some ice cubes from the freezer, please?”
Ice cubes? That’s new. Jisung gets to think amidst his horniness.
“Coming right up, hyung.”
And then Hyunjin is gone, and a hand is caressing the back of his thighs under his dress.
“Now, now, how many do you think you deserve? Hmm…” Chan thinks out loud, and Jisung whimpers. He knows he’s not meant to utter a word. “Hey, Changbin-ah.”
Jisung turns his head to the side, cheek squishing against the couch cushion, only so he can witness his further downfall.
Felix’s mouth engulfing Changbin’s cock entirely, right next to Minho and Seungmin, whose pants are not on their bodies anymore. Changbin separates from quite literally consuming Jeongin’s mouth to look at Chan, eyes lustful. He nods his head to let the leader know he’s listening.
“How many hours did we spend today at the photoshoot?”
“Oh, that’s a tough one,” Changbin replies, eyes darting from Chan’s to Felix on his knees for him. “I’d say about ten for sure.”
Chan leans down to graze the shell of Jisung’s ear with his lips. “Hear that, baby? You’re coming out of this almost unscathed. Twelve is so little, but it’ll be enough with how I’m ruining you afterwards.”
Air hits his behind as Chan flips his skirt upwards, both his big hands groping and kneading his asscheeks, separating them to blow on his hole. He spends a good amount of time doing just that, having Jisung lose his mind slowly.
“Ready, Jisungie?”
“Please, daddy.”
Chan huffs a laugh, and then his hand lands on Jisung’s right asscheek hard , without warning. It has him squealing, and the sound echoes in the living room. Enough to have all eyes on them, on Jisung, watching closely as Chan positively makes a mess out of him. Humiliation bubbles in his stomach, but he loves the attention.
“Count.” Chan barks.
“One,” Jisung says with a trembling voice.
Chan hums pleasantly, and then spanks his left asscheek. The hits sting so good.
“Two.”
They keep going like that. Chan delivers slap after slap, and Jisung’s moans grow louder and higher in pitch. He holds back his desire to grind down on Chan’s leg, hoping his good deeds grant him an orgasm soon.
Somewhere between spank seven and ten, Hyunjin comes back with a small bowl filled with ice cubes.
“Thank you, darling. Set them on the floor, there,” orders Chan while his hand massages on Jisung’s asscheeks. Jisung can’t wait to see the handprint left behind. “And do me another favor and fetch the buttplug we bought for this little whore. Tell Hyunjin-ah where you left it, Jisungie.”
Jisung whines lowly before speaking. “T-toilet lid.”
Hyunjin crouches and his hand cups Jisung’s cheek, wiping away tears he hadn’t realized had fallen. “Oh, baby, that’s no way of addressing your hyung, is it?” He asks. “How about you try again?”
“I– Ah! ” Right then, Chan’s hand hits harshly over his ass again, making him scream. Jisung takes a second to recover, breathless, fire coiling in his lower stomach. “I left it over the toilet lid, hyung.”
However, Hyunjin keeps staring at him, an amused eyebrow lifted. Jisung scrambles to think of what he’s missing, what else he needs to say, when he hears a disappointed sigh from Chan.
“You forgot something, Jisungie,” he all but tuts, and then strikes Jisung’s left asscheek, harder than he had done previously. Another scream rips Jisung’s throat, his hips canting downwards despite his efforts to keep back.
“Eleven, and twelve .” He whispers harshly in Jisung’s ear, who moans wantonly, desire coursing through his veins in insane amounts.
“Please, please, I’m sorry, please let me come.” Jisung begs mindlessly.
“Oh? Already?” Chan says amusedly before addressing Hyunjin again. “Before you go retrieve that, hand me an ice cube while his ass is still this hot.”
Oh. That’s what the ice is for.
Jisung is too lost in pleasure before he can prepare himself for the feeling of freezing cold ice on his scorching hot asscheeks, creating a difference in temperature that feels illegally good. He’s always been so sensitive–and this is almost what has him accidentally tipping over the edge.
Unfortunately, Chan seems to notice how close he is, and traces the ice cube right over his crack before he leans into Jisung’s space and says, “you know, I won’t stop you from coming. You’re allowed to. But I’ll keep playing with you until I’m satisfied.”
It’s like a drill punching a hole in the dam that was holding back Jisung’s orgasm. Suddenly, everything is enhanced: the contrast of cold and warm, his cock accidentally getting friction against Chan’s thigh, the view of Minho coming inside of Seungmin and of Changbin fuckig Felix’s throat ruthlessly, the rope in his lower stomach getting tighter and tighter and impossible to ignore–
Finally, after an entire day of not being able to come, Jisung comes so hard it blinds his vision. He loses all control over his body, mouth falling open in a silent scream, lungs holding all their air in. Chan presses the ice cube right against his hole as he rides his orgasm, adding onto the immense pleasure he feels. It feels like minutes before he can reel himself back to reality, eyes blinking open to meet Felix’s fond ones and a single cold finger tracing his pucker.
Felix pats his head. “Did that feel good, baby?”
“So good,” Jisung pants, overly sensitive as Chan finally pushes his finger in. He mewls. “Thank you, thank you.”
The members slowly gather one by one around the scene, looking down on Jisung. Some of them sit on the floor, like a sleepy Minho, with an equally sleepy-looking Seungmin lying his head on his thigh.
They know Jisung likes praise after coming, even when he’s being overstimulated. It gets him hard again way too quickly.
“You felt so good earlier, baby,” Jeongin comments. “Your walls hugged me so tight, you took me so well,”
Jisung whines as Chan adds another finger, opening him up using the water from the melting ice cubes as lubricant. The stretch burns deliciously, and Jisung can feel his spent cock twitch.
“You look so pretty now, too,” Felix adds. “Wearing that outfit and with our collar on.”
“You’ll wear it well, won’t you, Hannie? You’ll let everyone know who your owners are.”
Changbin’s raspy voice make the hairs on the back of his neck stand.
“Yeah, of course.”
Chan adds a third finger. “Who owns you, Jisungie?”
“You,” Jisung breathes.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear that,” he starts to speed up his fingers, now fucking them in an out in a ruthless pace, curving them to always make sure to hit Jisung’s prostate. He starts to turn into a puddle of moans and twitches again. “Who?”
“Y-You!” Jisung yells in between moans. Chan doesn’t cease his attack, bringing Jisung close to a second orgasm with relentless speed.
“Who?”
With a scream of ‘ Stray Kids’ spilling from his mouth, he comes for a second time that evening, hearing some of the members cuss at the image. Who wouldn’t, when your pretty member, wearing a maid outfit and a collar screams the name of your group while he tips over the edge?
“There you go, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he distantly hears Chan say before he maneuvers him to straddle his thighs, back stuck to Chan’s chest. That way, all the other members will enjoy the show. Especially Hyunjin, who’s frantically getting off in the couch in front of them.
He almost misses that Chan’s legs are bare, meaning his dick is probably out. Finally. He’s been dying to sit on Chan’s cock all day.
“Jisungie, baby, lift the end of your dress and put it in your mouth, would you? That way they’ll all see your pathetic cock twitch while you bounce on me.”
Jisung whines in response, cheeks flushing red at the prospect. His members’ eyes are all over him, completely focused on him , still showing lust and want. They want him. He’s always aware and never questions it, but whenever he gets to see it so rawly, so vividly, it has butterflies springing in his stomach.
Despite feeling the tiniest bit ashamed, he complies. The moment he’s chewing on the fabric and feels the air hit his slowly softening dick, he sees his members’ barely concealed reaction.
“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so beautiful, honey.” Minho breathes, eyes stuck on Jisung’s cock.
“I want to mark you everywhere, pretty thing. Want to bend you over every surface until you can’t remember your name.” Hyunjin says between pants, his hand moving over his shaft at a crazy speed. Jisung whines, feeling his blood rush south once again.
“Ready for me, Jisungie?”
“Daddy,” he starts despite it sounding muffled. “I’ve been waiting all day, please, wan’ feel you.”
“Shit,” Chan hisses behind him, guiding his dick at Jisung’s entrance while he lifts his hips up. “Fuck, I’ll give you what you want.”
And then he brings Jisung down on his cock with a hand on his hip.
They both moan, having waited so long for this moment. Jisung’s eyes roll back at the stretch, Chan’s cock hitting all the right spots with how big and long it is. They all fill him up so well, they always do, but he has just a tad of bias for Chan.
“Tell me when I can move, baby,” Chan says strained, holding himself back.
Jisung already feels a tightness in his stomach, again. “Move.”
With a grunt, Chan wraps both of his hands on Jisung’s hips and lifts him up, almost close enough to slipping out, before slamming him back down again. Jisung keeps his eyes closed the whole time, head slightly tipped back and reveling in the feeling of Chan fucking deep into him.
“Good, so good, daddy,” he mouths around his skirt, now opening his eyes to meet with the members’ again, whose eyes are trained on them both like their lives depend on it.
“Yeah? You feel so good too, baby. I’m pretty close, actually, fuck.”
Jisung moans, eyebrows pinched together to express pleasure. His eyes get glassy again, dick hard and red. Chan starts to move him with more force, fucking up as well, growling in Jisung’s ears.
Everything feels so hot again as the knot in his belly makes itself more present, a third orgasm approaching.
“Shit, I’m so close. Ready to feel it up your guts, baby? You’ll have it in you all night.”
“Please, daddy, please, I wan’ it.”
“Come inside our doll, hyung,” someone mutters in front of them, but Jisung can’t tell who as he feels the dick inside him twitch and Chan shoots his load, making Jisung come as well.
It’s borderline painful, a dry orgasm, but Jisung loves being filled more than anything. He’s still too aware of the pretty glass plug next to them, the one that’ll probably keep Chan’s cum in him all night.
For a few seconds, it’s all breathing in the room as they both recover, Chan’s dick still settled inside him. Then, as quickly as it all ended, Chan’s hands are over him, caressing every crevice of skin and even over his outfit.
“So well, darling, you did so, so well for us, all day.” Chan whispers into his nape, pecking it afterwards.
Changbin slots between Chan and Jisung’s tangled legs and bends over to pepper kisses all over Jisung’s face, hand right over his heart.
“You were so good, you always are. And you have no idea how pretty you look, Hannie. You’re the prettiest maid we’ve ever laid eyes upon.”
Jisung giggles, dropping the dress and feeling giddy and sleepy. “Thank you, hyung.”
“Alright, I’ll lift you up a little, angel. I’ll put the buttplug in you, okay?” Chan utters from behind him.
Jisung simply hums in response, closing his eyes and letting his members care for him. He feels as Chan slips out, not letting a single drop of his cum fall before he’s plunging the glass buttplug in, making Jisung whimper. Then, he places him again on his lap, further down his thighs.
“Here,” he hears Jeongin say, probably handing Changbin a wet cloth. And he’s absolutely right, shuddering when he feels Changbin lift his skirt once again and clean his stomach and spent cock.
“I’m sorry, love, I’ll be quick, I promise.”
“‘s okay. Thank you, hyung.”
“Thank you , pretty thing,” he distantly hears Minho say. “You made us all feel so good today. You were perfect, as always. Our perfect, pretty whore.”
Jisung’s heart skips a beat. “Mmhm, yours. You’re all pretty, too.”
Changbin huffs a laugh and plants a kiss on Jisung’s cheek before pulling away altogether. “You’re so cute, baby.”
“Should we all cuddle together on Binnie’s bed?” Chan chirps in.
Jisung opens his eyes to see Changbin’s face fall, and he snickers. Everyone hollers, getting up and running towards Changbin’s room. Chan lifts Jisung up, one arm under his knees and the other hugging his shoulders. Jisung squeaks, arms moving unconsciously to wrap around Chan’s neck.
Chan delivers a wet kiss to Jisung’s cheek before excitedly yelling, “let’s go!” And childishly running to Changbin’s room as well, Jisung in his arms.
Behind them, they hear Changbin protest. “Wait, I never allowed this!”
Jisung’s cheeks hurt from smiling. In the end, Jisung thinks he came out a winner.
Technically, Stray Kids’ plan to ruin Han Jisung wasn’t successful. Jisung wasn’t ruined. Jisung is full of love.
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