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“Hyung, truth or dare?”
Soobin looks up from his phone to glance over at Taehyun with a frown. “Huh?”
“Just hurry up and pick one,” Yeonjun cuts in, waving him off from his side of the couch. It was just the three of them in the dorms tonight, having wrapped up their recording early while Beomgyu and Hueningkai stayed behind at the company.
Soobin sets his phone down with a scoff. “Aren’t we a little too old for those kinds of games?”
“If you have anything better in mind, feel free to let me know. But I refuse to sit through another episode of JJK while you cream your pants over that white haired guy.”
“Okay one, his name is Gojo Satoru. Put some respect on my husband’s name. Second, there are plenty of things we can do besides truth or dare.”
“..I’m not playing another round of Tekken against you either.” Soobin opens his mouth, immediately shutting it with a loud huff. Taehyun giggles at him, muttering something about how “freaking cute” he is, causing Soobin’s face to flush red.
Alrighty then. Truth or dare it is.
The game starts off tame, Taehyun revealing how he exacted revenge off Hueningkai by using his toothbrush after the group had gotten back from the Minisode 2 Idol Human Theater shooting, purposely neglecting to dry it off like the younger had—or Yeonjun’s vague secret of how he recently started to forgo wearing safety shorts underneath his skirts, Taehyun simply shrugging it off and triggering Soobin into wondering all the times he’s unknowingly sat on dick and ball sweat while they huddled up together during a live. After a while, it’s Yeonjun’s turn to ask Soobin.
“Uh, I pick truth.” He replies, playing with a loose thread on his worn out sweats.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Yeonjun scoffs, narrowing his eyes at him. “You’ve chosen truth for every round of the game!”
“Okay.. I still pick truth.”
Yeonjun shoots him an annoyed look before smirking widely. “Fine. Tell us about the last time you got laid.” Soobin chokes on his spit when the words leave his mouth, and Taehyun reaches over to pat his back as he slightly hacks his lungs out.
“Never mind, I chose dare.”
“Alright. I dare you to tell us about the last time you got laid.”
Soobin glares over at him with a scowl, wanting nothing more than to wipe that shit eating grin off his face. There’s a quick beat of silence that fills the room, then another, and another before Taehyun steps in to break it, a small smile on his lips as he puts a hand on top of Soobin’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, hyung.” Yeonjun rolls his eyes from the other side of the room.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” He says, taking a quick sip of his can of beer. “We’re all adults here. If it makes you feel better or whatever, my last time was last week with Taehyunie and his was with me.” Soobin blinks slowly, eyes threatening to bulge out of his head. Yeonjun—Taehyun- together. Soobin gapes at them, eyes threatening to pop out of his head.
Both his head and chest hurt.
Not like he’s actually in pain—moreso along the lines of ‘ my bandmates fucked each other. Where the hell was I in that equation?”
He supposes it makes sense. They didn’t necessarily have any type of dating bans within the group, but with the industry they worked in being as cutthroat and unforgiving on an idol whenever they’d go out and have the slightest bit of fun. His only worry now was if he was the only virgin in their group now and oh my god, have the other two members done this before too?
What if they were they somewhere fucking right now?
Yeonjun clearing his throat takes him out of his reverie, the eldest’s brow ticked up as he glares over at Soobin expectantly. Soobin tucks the thought away in his memory bank for later. Another set of material to overthink and obsess over at 5am in the morning, he guesses before swallowing around the lump in his throat.
“ i haven't had done it yet.” Taehyun blinks at him in confusion, not quite hearing him. “What was that, hyung?”
A pained, distressed noise bubbles up out of Soobin’s throat.
If he has to actually spell this out for them he’s actually going to commit die.
“I’ve never gotten laid before, okay??” Another silence falls on the three, this one more suffocatingly awkward than the last as the two men’s brow shoot up once the realization hits them. Soobin stares down at his lap silently, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip.
God, he can practically hear the netizens typing away now:
A crippling introvert AND a virgin weeb?! HA!
Choi Soobin really is a bitchless loser, isn’t he??
He really wasn’t going to be able to live this shit down, was he? His poor sex symbol reputation (if not the one he’s attempting to build on) would be tarnished. Yeonjun and Taehyun will tell Beomgyu and Hueningkai, Beomgyu would tell his friends and Hueningkai would possibly tell his sisters since he didn’t have any friends outside their friend group—Bahiyyih would never look at him the same again, he would have to live with the shame for the rest of his life—
Yeonjun’s voice cuts through the air, a few traces of surprise still laced in his tone.
“So you’ve never done ‘it’ before? Not even once?” Soobin shakes his head at him glumly, avoiding eye contact.
“Why?” He hears Taehyun ask, genuine curiosity laced in his voice.
“Was never the right time, I guess.” Soobin shrugs, digging his toes into the carpet while he lies straight through his teeth. Probably the fact that he was simply allergic to any kind of physical contact besides his own.
Well. Possibly. Maybe? Fuck YES He was an absolute pussy about giving up his v-card in the past, okay?? Damn! Beat it out of him, why don’t ya?
Yeonjun and Taehyun exchange looks with each other, and for a brief moment Soobin actually starts bracing himself for a verbal bullying session from the two of them.
Then, clear as day, “Do you want to?”
Soobin’s neck cracks with how fast he turns it. “ W-what?” He manages to squeak out.
“Your virginity,” Yeonjun smirks, already sliding off his side of the couch and making his way over to him. He towers over Soobin, breath fanning against his face with how close they are in proximity. “Do you want to lose it?”
Soobin goes silent for a while, mouth gaping and then shutting like a fish out of water as he wordlessly stares at them like deer caught in headlights. It wouldn’t be so bad to just—finally get it over with, would it? Besides, he trusts Yeonjun and Taehyun—he’s fairly certain he wouldn't have agreed to debut and live with them for six plus years if he didn't, so what made this any different? Soobin takes a deep breath, exhaling it out slowly before quietly nodding his head in response.
“Good boy, but I need you to use your words, hm?” Taehyun praises into his ear, pressed into his side with his hand laced with his. “Yeonjun hyung and I can’t do anything unless we hear you say you want this too.” He whispers, warm breath fanning Soobin’s lips as he noses along his neck.
Taehyun kisses up his neck, trailing open mouthed kisses along his chin and the side of his jaw. He presses a small kiss against the column of his throat, every press of his lips sending chills up Soobin’s spine and heat between his legs.
“Yes, please,” Soobin whines out softly, pressing his body close until he’s sitting in Taehyun’s lap, flush against his broad chest. Taehyun grabs his face roughly, smashing their lips together while he feels up underneath his shirt, a sharp gasp falling from the leader’s lips as he lightly tugs at one of his pebbling nipples.
Taehyun smirks against his mouth in triumph, reaching down to toy with the waistband of Soobin’s sweats, wandering down to breach his underwear and wrap a hand around Soobin’s cock, pulling the rest of his pants down in one smooth motion.
He starts stroking at Soobin’s cock, cooing softly at how easily and perfectly he fits into his hand. “Such a pretty little cock, hyung,” He praises, grinning widely when Soobin bucks his hips upwards when he dips his thumb into the slit. He pumps his cock slowly, calloused palm giving just enough friction to work with as Soobin shamelessly fucks up into his hand.
The last of his breath gets punched out of his lungs when Yeonjun hikes his shirt up again, circling the tip of his finger around one of Soobin’s nipples, wrapping his lips around it while tweaking and pinching at the other one with a quiet hum. Soobin’s brain can’t pinpoint the exact moment the elder came to join them but really can’t make much of an effort to care.
He makes the daring decision to peek his eyes open and look down, eyes immediately glazing over when Yeonjun makes eye contact with him just before swiping his tongue around the sensitive patch of skin surrounding the rosy little bud before alternating to the other one. Taehyun is not too far away, off the couch and on his knees now as he bobs his head up and down on Soobin’s dick. Yeonjun goes down to join him after a while, lapping his tongue along the short and tiny vein running down the base of the pretty little cocklet.
There’s even a moment where both of their mouths are on Soobin, lips ghosting and mouthing along either side of it, taking turns greedily letting it slip into their mouths, tonguing at the small beads precum that trickle out from the tip. Another instance was where the duo started playing with each other instead, mapping out the inside of each other’s mouths while Soobin’s poor cock pathetically lying between them, the tip flushed from the base down.
“Please,” Soobin hears himself breathlessly plea—for what, he’s not sure of. He just knows he needs Yeonjun to not stop doing that thing where he completely covers his cock with his spit and blows cold air onto it and for Taehyun to keep doing that thing with his tongue because fuck, feels so good and he’s close, oh god he’s so close, he’s gonna—
A sob tears out of his throat when they both simultaneously stop, the noise quickly replaced with a sharp cry when Yeonjun grabs a fistful of his hair, tugging his head upwards. An evil grin spreads across his face as his eyes lock onto Soobin’s face, the poor leader glaring up at him with tear filled eyes.
“Poor bunny. You were gonna cum, weren’t you?”
A sweet smile curls into his lips as he drags Soobin down off the couch by his hair, getting him down on his hands and knees. He finds the eldest towering over him again, sweatpants and boxer briefs tugged all the way down to his ankles. Yeonjun’s cock is huge, lengthy and girthy with a pretty pink tip that’s currently tinged an angry red.
It’s not so comically large as the ones in the hentai Soobin watches religiously but big enough for the leader to wonder how in the world he was going to be able to fit it inside his mouth, much less getting it all the way up his ass .
A loud hiss falls from his mouth when Yeonjun tugs at his hair again, a cruel smile on his lips as he holds the tip of his cock up to Soobin’s lips. “You know how to give head, little bunny?”
Soobin doesn’t even get the chance to answer properly, only getting a few kitten licks in before the eldest grabs another handful of his hair and forces him down on his cock, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Soobin gags on him, tight warm throat completely enveloping his dick.
Yeonjun pulls out for a split second, loud curses leaving his mouth when Soobin blindly chases after his cock, tears already spilling from his eyes.
“Fuck, look at you taking my cock so well. Look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me, bunny. Isn’t he pretty, Taehyunie?” He coos, turning Soobin’s head to the side to show the second youngest, squishing his cheeks together between his hands.
“So pretty,” Taehyun slurs dreamily, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses up the slope of Soobin’s back and along his neck and the back of his shoulders. His lips move further and further down, Soobin jolting forward when his large hands start to knead at his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his puckered hole. He circles a finger around the tight ring of muscle, teasingly dipping the tip inside before pulling it out.
“Our little Binnie is the absolute prettiest, aren’t you baby?”
He adds another finger soon after, pushing it in alongside the first one the same time Yeonjun stuffs his cock back into his mouth, throwing his head back when Soobin lets a moan out around him, stimulating his cock even more. He puts both hands on either side of Soobin’s head, thrusting his hips up as he fucks his throat with fervor.
Tears start to pool at the corners of his eyes, stinging as they spill down the sides of his face while Yeonjun uses him like a human fleshlight. All of this paired with Taehyun finger fucking him like his life depends on it making Soobin’s mind go completely blank, brain melting into slush and pooling down to the ground below.
Yeonjun slows his pace down enough for him to suckle at the tip of his cock, letting out a sob when Taehyun’s fingers hit his sweet spot, clawing at Yeonjun’s thighs as he cums untouched, spurts of cum erupting from his own cock. The sight sets Yeonjun off as well, tangling his hands onto his head before cumming deep down Soobin’s throat. Yeonjun combs a hand through his hair, pushing back the black sweaty bangs out of his face when the latter drops his head onto his thigh.
He tilts his chin up, something dark splitting across his face for a moment before Taehyun pushes into his ass, ripping a silent scream from him when he pulls out and slams back into him, repeating the rhythm with more and more force than the last. He stills himself inside while Soobin adjusts to his size, leaning down to kiss up his back again, rubbing the small of his back and thumbing over his hips.
Soobin turns around and nods at him when the pain finally subsides, the feeling slowly starting to bleed into ecstasy. Taehyun leans in and whispers in his ear, quiet enough for Yeonjun to miss but just loud enough for him and Soobin to hear.
“ Wish hyung wasn’t here so I could have you all to myself.”
He slowly pulls out again, making sure to deeply look Soobin in the eye before slamming back inside, dragging a choked up moan out of him. Eventually he finds a rhythm, drilling his cock in and out of Soobin’s hole over and over again, indents on the sides of his hips from how bruisingly tight he’s been gripping at them.
“Doing so well for me baby,” He praises, littering kisses all over Soobin’s back. “Sweet little bunny, taking my cock so well, fuck.”
Soobin mewls at him in response, too fucked out for his brain to form a single coherent thought at the moment, just ones of Taehyun’s cock fucking him silly flickering about and fogging up the walls of his brain, of the younger man filling him up to the brim with his cum.
Taehyun reads his mind like a book, leaning forward to tug Soobin backwards by his hair and crashing his lips onto his, lapping at the small beads of leftover cum at the corners of his mouth and scaling the inside of it with his tongue.
“You want my cum, baby? Huh? Want me to breed this tight ass and make you mine?” He brings a hand down onto Soobin’s right asscheek, grinning into his neck at how Soobin jolts forward with a yelp.
“Say it then.” Taehyun growls into his skin, biting at the dip of one of his collarbones. “Beg for me to breed you like the little slut you are.”
“Yes! Want you to breed me, hyung! Want your cum inside me, fuck~!” Taehyun snaps his hips into his ass faster, the sudden kink inflating his ego over by ten million. “Yeah? You want hyung to breed you, baby? Want me to give you my cum?”
Soobin sobs out at his words, unintelligibly babbling as he fucks himself back onto Taehyun’s cock.
“Mmh yess, want to bred so bad! Want you to ruin me with your cum—won’t need anyone else— shit, oh my god, just want you , Taehyun hyung!”
Taehyun cracks his hand down onto his ass again, a throaty moan falling from his lips at how the plush flesh jiggles back into place afterward. He runs a hand over it, rubbing soothing circles into it to relieve the sting. Yeonjun reaches down and takes Soobin’s cock into his hand, fisting it roughly until it eventually drives him over the edge, painting the eldest’s palm white with cum, hole tightly fluttering around Taehyun’s cock. Taehyun follows soon after, gripping onto Soobin’s hips as he cums deep inside his ass, painting the walls of his insides with white hot seed simultaneously helping Soobin ride out his orgasm.
“That’s right, take it, take all of it—take all of Hyung’s cum, baby—that’s a good boy, yeah fuck, just like that —“
Taehyun pulls out of him a few moments later, Yeonjun handing him a wet washcloth to clean himself with. The eldest wipes between Soobin’s legs while Taehyun gently cleans out the cum starting to leak out of Soobin’s ass before wiping himself down, getting up to discard the towels in the trash. He carefully lifts Soobin up into his arms, lying him down on the couch on his back.
Soobin doesn’t move once, face blank while he stares up at the ceiling above them. The duo frown at each other, looking at each other worriedly.
“Bin? You alright, baby?”
Soobin blinks up at them slowly, a deep sigh leaving his lips.
“ We have got to do that a lot more often.”
Taehyun and Yeonjun look at each other and let out a laugh, leaning down to ruffle Soobin’s hair, pushing the sweaty black mess from out of his face, pressing kisses on both of his blush filled cheeks. They carefully squeeze in on either side next to him, Yeonjun grabbing a large wool blanket he brought out from his room and draping it over the three of them.
The front door opens a few hours after all three of them have dozed off, Beomgyu and Hueningkai standing in the threshold of the dorm, the third oldest stunned in shock.
“Told you they’d be fucking when we came home,” The blonde maknae says, turning to Beomgyu smugly. “Pay up, noona.”
Beomgyu scoffs, fishing a crisp two hundred won bill out his front pants pocket, unceremoniously slapping the money onto Kai’s outstretched palm with a roll of his eyes.
“I really need to stop betting money on obvious shit.” He mutters under his breath, stomping towards his bedroom with a sigh.