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San flushed as he considered what he was about to propose and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, he supposed.
He walked into the living room where the rest of his members were already gathered for movie night, which had unfortunately lessened in frequency as their schedules had become more cluttered. San had grown to truly cherish the quality time they could spend altogether, particularly with the development of the romantic relationship amongst the eight of them.
It was still in its infancy, only having evolved once Ateez had settled into a comfortable work and friendship dynamic amongst the entire group. One day they simply could no longer deny the attraction they felt to one another as mere crushes, or dismiss various interactions over the years as adolescent exploration. That fateful day, San had felt immense catharsis to finally name the aching yearning in his chest and have it reciprocated sevenfold. As he went to bed each night, memories of his first kisses with each of his partners (and the naughty, amazing touches those innocent pecks had devolved into) flashed through his mind, stirring warmth in both his heart and lower stomach.
Yes, San could say that he was truly happy with how the relationship with each of his members and amongst the entire group had developed.
And yet… he could admit that something inside of him was not quite content with their current dynamic, that something was hungry for more.
It had started three weeks ago when Wooyoung had suddenly sunk two of his (long, knobby, fantastic) fingers into San’s cunt while his thumb circled his clit, his smirk growing as San flinched and his breath hitched at the sudden burst of pleasure.
Wooyoung licked the shell of San’s ear, his voice pitching lower and breathier as he whispered in delight, “Oh? You like it when I’m rougher with you?”
San’s face reddened, and didn’t trust his words to not come out garbled and lust-scrambled, so he simply nodded.
Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed and his smile grew more predatory, intentionally stopping the rocking of his fingers into San’s dripping folds and lifting his thumbpad away from his clit. San’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden lack of stimulation, a whine slipping from his lips before he could stop it. He flushed even more at the realization that Wooyoung’s brief withholding of his pleasure had only made him wetter.
“Good boys ask for what they want, baby,” Wooyoung leered.
Yes yes please fuck me use me however you want give it to me take it away I don’t care how I’ll be good for you please–
San gasped as his derailing train of thought was cut off by the sharp pain of his lover’s teeth tugging at his lobe, the dark chuckle in his ear causing him to realize that he had moaned the entirety of that wanton stream of consciousness aloud.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it, hmm?” Wooyoung teased. “My poor Sannie, begging for me–”
San’s hips stuttered as Wooyoung suddenly curled his digits inside of him, pressing up against that spongy inner wall. The glorious spike in stimulation caused flashes of bright color behind San’s eyelids as he yelped out something between “Wooyoung-ah!” and “Sir!”
I didn’t even know I wanted to call him that, San deliriously thought as he lost himself in the rapid, rough assault of Wooyoung’s fingers from both the inside and outside of his pussy.
Wooyoung’s voice was positively dangerous when he began speaking again after a moment, and San was able to hear the razor sharp grin in his words.
“Sir? Is that right? You want to be beneath me? My little Sannie to use however I please? Mine to fuck with my fingers? Tongue? Cock?”
“Yes!” San choked out, mind flashing with images of being held down by multiple pairs of hands, adjusted into various positions to be of best service to all his boyfriends–
“Want all of you, please, want you to use me! Young-ah– Sir! ‘M not… wanna be your toy, want you all to take me, brand me, breed me…” he slurred.
“Shit,” Wooyoung groaned. His cackle was practically evil as he replaced his thumb with the drag of the heel of his palm against San’s clit, causing his entire body to jolt and his pelvis to grind closer to that glorious pleasure.
San’s voice rose higher and higher in staccato moans and gasps, pitching closer to what he’d sounded like in their early years when he was still transitioning. Wooyoung bit down hard on the racing pulsepoint of his neck, granting him his own legato moan in return.
“Yeah, shit, just like that, baby. Be a good boy and take it. Look how pathetic you are, humping my hand like a bitch in heat. You just want to be a good slut for me– for us– don’t you, Sannie? Your little holes belong to us to use however we want.”
The mix of degradation and praise swirled in San’s head, combining with the sweet sensation of Wooyoung’s fingers now bordering on pain–
“Yes, ’m yours! Please don’t stop Sir! Just your little fucktoy, yours–”
– And then he was cumming, clenched down on Wooyoung in the best orgasm he’d had since he’d started experimenting with his members. San’s eyes were wide but unseeing, saliva spilling over his lips and dripping onto his chin. He did not have the wherewithal to wipe it away, let alone realize it was beginning to trail down his neck and onto his sternum. His body was practically locked in pleasure, unable to do anything but let it wash over him and out onto Wooyoung’s flexed hand and deliciously veiny forearm.
He could distantly hear himself whine over the ringing in his ears as the fingers slipped out of him with an embarrassingly loud squelch, though he was incapable of doing much else than laying there and trying to process what the fuck had just happened.
There was a moment of stillness beside him as San’s chest heaved, before fingers slipped between his lips and he unconsciously parted them further, tongue lolling out to pillow the digits shiny in his own viscous release.
Both his and Wooyoung’s breath caught, San blinking in realization at what he’d done. For a moment Wooyoung pressed down slightly harder against his tongue, as if to check that this was really happening.
Then he pulled out and reached down to rapidly stroke himself, the combination of his own precome and San’s release and saliva more than enough lube to strip his cock a few times before he was coming between San’s spread legs and onto the soft patch of curls atop his pussy.
San shuddered at the warm feeling of Wooyoung’s come dripping down his labia, towards his asshole. His cunt was still pulsing, thighs trembling with the aftershocks, as his brain finally began to relay every dirty, embarrassing thing he had cried out in his ecstasy. He peeled open his eyes and slowly turned his head to the side, he and Wooyoung making silent eye contact for a long moment.
And then, slowly, Wooyoung’s lips widened into a grin somewhere between Cheshire and shit-eating, and he opened his mouth–
And San was bolting upright, stumbling off of the bed with legs as shaky as a newborn fawn’s, cheeks aflame as he hobbled out of the room as quickly as possible while Wooyoung’s high pitched giggle trailed behind him.
Since that encounter three weeks ago, each night he was plagued with memories of the pleasure before his dreams spiraled into further-fetched fantasies of submission and being used, and he awoke in the mornings clenched around nothing with his boxers sticky where they brushed against him. Afraid of slipping into that headspace and those dreams while with his boyfriends, he only allowed himself casual, platonically acceptable affection in public and brief presses of his lips to theirs in private. San had spent three awful weeks taking freezing cold showers and religiously avoiding Wooyoung’s gaze over breakfast. Which brought him back to what he had to discuss with his partners and–
San’s reverie of his recent self-imposed torture was broken by the clearing of Hongjoong’s throat, his captain’s eyebrow now arched in concern as San realized that the entire room had fallen silent, his boyfriends all wondering why he had marched into the living room like a man on a mission.
“San-ah? You said you wanted to discuss something before movie night starts?” his hyung prompted.
Right. He actually had a mission. San bit his lip, eyes unconsciously flitting over to Wooyoung, who looked back at him with a mischievous twinkle and lopsided, knowing smirk. Right– if he didn’t do it himself now, his best friend would certainly relish in revealing what he had begged for, that bastard, San thought, with both ire and affection.
“Right!” San clapped his hands together, cringing at how sudden and loud it was in the otherwise silent room. He quickly sat down on the couch, squished between the comforting presence of Yunho and Mingi on each side. Being stuck between Yunho and Mingi, feeling so small, forced to take their thick cocks and thanking them for whatever they give me– Focus, San! He could feel his heart rate rising as he stared down at his lap, fingers twisting together in nerves and embarrassment as he tried to reel in his runaway imagination and form a coherent, not-as-horny explanation of what he was thinking about.
Suddenly there was a pair of feet standing in front of him, kneeling to hold his anxiously fluttering hands still and the press of soft lips to his forehead finally grounding him where he was sitting.
“Breathe, baby. You’re okay. Are you okay?” Seonghwa was gentle as he cupped San’s cheeks to make him raise his head, searching his eyes for pain and discomfort.
San’s heart stuttered and he took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting out a long sigh, so grateful for his oldest boyfriend.
“Yes, hyung, I’m okay. Thank you.” San squeezed his hands back and Seonghwa flashed him a small smile, before he let go to curl up against Hongjoong on the loveseat again.
San took another deep breath and squared his shoulders. Fuck it. If anyone in the world were to understand and want to fulfill his fantasies, it was San’s members. If anything, they’d be delighted and more than eager to hear about his naughty dreams about them. It was just so fucking embarrassing to admit–
San coughed, sure that his entire face was bright red while six out of his seven boyfriends still waited for him to enlighten them on whatever the fuck had been going on with him for weeks now. He shot Wooyoung another half-hearted glare and decided it was now or never. He hoped he sounded more sure of himself than he felt.
“Okay, right, so, I wanted to talk to you all about something before movie night. And it’s going to be really awkward and hard for me to get out if I don’t do it now, so please don’t interrupt me.” San took another gulping breath and did a quick scan around the room– at least everyone looked encouraging and not like they were about to interject (even Wooyoung– San would count his fucking blessings).
“I’d like to ask for something that will shift our relationship dynamic, at least sexually. Not that I’m unhappy with what we’re currently doing! I really love having sex with all of you as is!” (That earned him a soft chuckle from his lovers, which eased some of San’s nerves). “But, that being said, I was in the middle of… sexual… activities… with Wooyoung a few weeks ago–”
Jongho wolf-whistled, and San briefly considered either throttling the maknae or fleeing the room and launching himself into space, though Wooyoung quickly shushed him and reached over to pat San’s knee, probably sensing his urge to defenestrate himself. And that’s why he’s my soulmate and I love him, San thought, before attempting to refocus on what he meant to say.
“ANYWAYS, during that… experience… Wooyoung and I were talking and he said and did some things and I had certain… ideas pop into my head of what I’d really enjoy. And I’d really appreciate it if you'd listen and at least consider them, without judging me…” San prepared himself to just spit it out and get it over with. He cleared his throat and raised his head, deciding that if he didn’t want his members to treat it as something shameful, he shouldn’t treat himself that way either.
“By now, we’ve all realized that I’m a bottom and that I enjoy taking on a more submissive role. But, the dynamic that I think would make me feel most loved and comfortable in our relationship is of… free use. Total submission. I would like for you all to use me whenever the desire strikes. Of course you can opt not to and I reserve the right to say no if it really comes down to it, but there will be general blanket consent to fuck me however and whenever. I get the most pleasure out of feeling like I’m being useful and good, and I’d encourage you guys to use your experiences with me to explore more out-there kinks and dynamics in order to optimize our mutual pleasures. Or not! A regular old fuck would be just as welcomed…” San awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of his neck, briefly cowed by the silence that had overtaken the room. He realized that he had started to stare at his feet while he rambled, and quickly looked up to get a read on everyone’s reactions so far, apologies on the tip of his tongue. But–
The apologies never made it past his lips, and it felt like his knees would've given out in relief if he’d been standing. Because all he saw in his boyfriends’ faces was acceptance and… desire?
“Thank you for telling us, Sannie,” Yeosang’s sweet baritone voice soothed him. “You were very brave to share that.”
“Yes, San-ah,” Hongjoong chimed in, a glint in his eye, “Yeosang is right. That was very brave. And I only speak for myself, but I would absolutely be interested in exploring that dynamic with you.”
“Really?!” San was on the verge of relieved tears, so unbelievably thankful that at least his captain and dear Yeosangie understood him. He whipped his head around to look at each of his boyfriends, his heart lightening as each began to rapidly nod their heads at him and assure him that they’d love to use him.
“Fuck,” Yunho rumbled from next to him, his voice dripping with arousal as the tips of his ears reddened. “You’d really want to be available all the time?”
San felt heat begin to simmer in his gut, finally starting to feel a little confident with the overwhelmingly positive response to his proposal. He pursed his lips as he tried to formulate which words and phrases would sound most teasing, most enticing to make his boyfriends consider getting a head start on fucking him.
“Yeah. I want to be available all the time,” he said softly, casting his eyes downward as if shy, though it should have been obvious by now to his boyfriends that he was playing coy. “I dream about being your well-loved… doll? Toy? To play with whenever you want. When I fall asleep, all I can think about is one of you… all of you… coming in to use me while I can’t resist you. My hands, mouth, thighs, tits, cunt, ass… any part of me, really.”
Mingi whimpered and reached out to grasp San’s thigh, and he nearly smirked in victory. Just push a little more and they’ll jump you right now, fuck you how you’ve been wanting them to for the last three weeks. Almost there, San.
“I fantasize about all of you forcing me to kneel, or bend over, or positioning me any which way… and even if I act like I don’t want it, you make me take it and thank you for it because we both know I’m nothing if not a willing whore. Just a slutty little thing built for you to break in and ruin. Or, better yet, you make me beg for it and admit just how easy I am. All of you use me one after the other to test how many times you can cum in and on me, how well you can claim and breed–”
Hongjoong held up a hand to silence San, taking a deep breath through his nose. With some pride, San noted the major tent that had risen in his pants.
“Thank you, San, for so… vividly sharing what we can do for you. How about you call it a night and start a list of what you like, as well as some hard limits. This is only the beginning of exploring what works for all of us, and we’ll need some time to communicate and best meet all eight of our needs.”
San nearly whined– He’d finally built up the courage to admit some of his darkest desires, and he wanted to get fucked tonight, damn it!
Seonghwa spoke before San could interrupt, his eyes kind even as they glanced over his body with clear interest. “Hongjoong is right, darling. This is enough conversation for tonight, and we’ll be sure to talk about what you would like while you get– what I assume is– some much needed rest. I’m very proud of you for trusting us enough to tell us about your fantasies, and I know that there’s nothing more that the seven of us want to do than fulfill them for you.”
“Okay, hyung…” San pouted.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Seonghwa smiled beatifically, the look in his eye making it clear he knew what game San had been playing. At least he had lost to a worthy opponent.
He stood up from the couch to give a chaste kiss to each of his partners, hoping to leave them dreaming of him (he narrowly dodged a wayward pinch to his nipple from Wooyoung, who had also whispered how proud he was of San in order to smooth it over).
And if San went to his room to play with himself for an hour and orgasm with a loud moan of all of his members’ names? Hopefully louder than the movie they were currently playing in the living room? That was nobody’s business but his own. But, soon, he thought giddily, soon it would be all of their business.