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The Dressing Room

SVT Hip Hop Unit (no reader)

Word Count: 4415

Contents: no reader, foursome, sub Seungcheol, dom hhu (particularly dom Wonwoo), teasing, marking, hand job, fingering, hair pulling, mentions of spitting (use lube kids), over stimulation, unprotected anal, spit-roasting

Note: I feel like it’s been ages since I posted but I finally finished something (and now I gotta sleep ooo) but this is the first of the cumslut leader line one shots.

Seungcheol slumped back into the couch, letting out a sigh. The other three were taking their time coming back to the change room but he was exhausted. He didn’t have even the energy to strip off his sweaty clothes and throw something else on. There was time to rest, it would take a while for the fans to leave the venue before they could even think about heading out to their vans. At least now he could be lazy for a few moments.

He let out another sigh and ran his fingers through his hair as the other members entered the room. His eyes traveled over each of them slowly, taking in their forms. Mingyu and Hansol were chatting happily, Mingyu pulling his towel tight against his neck and letting his head fall back as Hansol stretched out his shoulders. Seungcheol’s eyes fell on Wonwoo as he followed them into the room. His eyes slid shut as he sighed, rolled his head back. His skin was glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead.

Seungcheol took a deep breath, looking away from the three. They were attractive, he could admit that much. But it had to be something about the adrenaline or the excitement. Something about how good they all looked. How busy it got on tour and how they all had very little time to themselves. Maybe he was just pent up.

Maybe that’s why just the sight of them was turning him on.

Seungcheol shifted a little awkwardly, his eyes downcast to his lap and he tried to think about anything else. His fingers dug into the material of the couch as his ears picked up on the sounds of their voices, the low smooth tones only making him more worked up. He shifted his legs a little as his pants started to get tighter. The more he tried to push the thoughts away the more present they became.

“You’re quiet,” Wonwoo’s words caught his attention and he looked up in surprise, knowing his face was flushed and hoping they thought it was from the concert.

“Yeah, I’m tired,” he hoped the weakness in his voice didn’t let onto how he was really feeling. “We worked hard.”

“It was a good show,” Mingyu grinned, leaning down to hang over Seungcheol’s shoulders. He did his best to keep his breathing steady as his head started to spin. The more his mind jumped from one of his members to another the more it started to form ideas of all of them at once. Was that what he really wanted? Or was he just pent up from touring and all of the energy of the concert? Regardless of the reason his feelings were getting harder to ignore.

“Definitely,” Seungcheol breathed.

“The audience was fun, I felt so energized,” Hansol said, dropping down onto the couch next to Seungcheol. His thigh pressed against the older man’s and Seungcheol found his grip on the couch tightening. He tried to keep his breath even as his mind wandered away from the conversation. He was getting more pent up by the second and he shifted, hoping the bugle in his pants wasn’t too obvious.

“Are you okay?” Hansol’s voice brought his mind from it’s wandering. His eyes shifted between the three younger men, finally landing on the ghost of a smirk on Wonwoo’s face.

“Yeah, I told you I’m tired,” he cursed himself as his own unsure voice rang back in his ears.

“Is that so?” Wonwoo mused. Seungcheol tried to keep his expression even as his heart started beating faster, Wonwoo’s tone doing nothing for the thoughts going through his head.

“You don’t think he’s tired after a concert?” Mingyu snorted.

“Oh I don’t doubt he’s tired,” Wonwoo hummed. Seungcheol felt his cheeks burning as he felt Wonwoo’s finger under his chin and he let the younger man tilt his head up. “But that’s not what’s bothering him.”

The smirk was getting far more evident on Wonwoo’s face and Seungcheol pressed his lips together tightly. Wonwoo’s attitude and the way he spoke had Seungcheol slipping further and further, arousal and desperation starting to build up inside him. He couldn’t even try to deny how much he wanted all of them now and the thought that Wonwoo was about to call him out on that only turned Seungcheol on more.

“C-Couldn’t it be?” Any confidence or surety in Seungcheol’s face was fading quickly as he gazed up at Wonwoo. He saw both Mingyu and Hansol shift out of the corners of his eyes, turning to watch him. He could feel the heat rising higher in his cheeks as he focused his sights on Wonwoo. The embarrassment burning in the pit of his stomach was so closely tied to his arousal it had his head spinning.

Wonwoo’s eyes slipped down to Seungcheol’s lap for just a moment before meeting his gaze again. He fought to keep his breathing even, knowing his heart was racing anyway. “Why don’t you tell the other’s what you’re thinking?”

“I-I’m just- I-It’s just from th-the concert,” he choked out, knowing already that it was no use. Wonwoo would make him admit it and he would be lying if he said that wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

“You know that’s not true,” Wonwoo purred.

“What are you two talking about?” Mingyu chuckled.

Wonwoo smirked. “Look at his pants.”

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut, taking in the quiet sounds of surprise from the two sitting next to him. A part of him wanted to sink into the sofa and disappear but at the same time knowing all of their eyes were on him was only making him harder.

“Look at me, leader,” Wonwoo’s voice was a smooth murmur with a teasing edge to last word and Seungcheol did as he was told, letting his eyes open and looking up at Wonwoo again. “Tell us what you’ve been thinking.”

“You all- You all just l-looked so hot c-coming back from the stage. I-I mean w-we’ve been on tour f-for a while and th-there’s n-no time alone s-so…”

“So you got horny because of us?” Hansol had genuine confusion in his voice.

“So he’s probably been thinking about being fucked,” Wonwoo guessed correctly.

Seungcheol choked back a moan as he broke Wonwoo’s gaze, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. It was only occurring to him now that he didn’t know the purpose for Wonwoo’s teasing. He’d been fantasizing about being used by them, about finally getting out all of the pent up energy but he didn’t think it would actually happen.

Unless Wonwoo was planning more than just calling him out on his neediness.

“Leader,” Wonwoo cooed. Seungcheol looked up at him obediently, hanging on the edge of expectation. “Is that what you want, to be fucked and covered in cum?”

The whimper that left Seungcheol’s lips was the most pitiful and desperate sound he had ever heard himself make. He felt his heart racing as Wonwoo’s lips curled into more of a smirk. His eyes moved to the other two men on the couch.

“Well?”

“Sure,” the grin in Mingyu’s voice was evident as he spoke.

“Yeah,” the breathiness in Hansol’s voice did nothing to help Seungcheol’s horniness, only turning him on more as he shifted his gaze between the three younger men. His eyes finally landed on Wonwoo again.

“Get up on the couch on your knees.” He smirked.

Seungcheol did as he was told quickly, the fatigue having disappeared from his body. Excitement and nerves bubbled up inside of him as Wonwoo turned him to the side, facing Hansol who had a similar look of anticipation on his face. He felt a hand on his jaw and his head was turned sharply towards the back of the couch to meet Mingyu’s grin.

Mingyu’s lips crashed against Seungcheol’s and he kissed the younger man back eagerly. Whimpers and gasps passed his lips as Mingyu kept a hold on his jaw, kissing him roughly and greedily. The couch dipped behind Seungcheol before he felt hands running up his sides that left a shiver of arousal running through him. Another pair of hands met his thighs tentatively and he gasped against Mingyu’s lips, allowing him to slip his tongue past the older’s lips.

The hands moving along his body started to pull up the hem of his shirt. Mingyu broke away from the kiss and Seungcheol caught a quick image of Mingyu’s kiss swollen lips and dark, intense eyes before his shirt was pulled over his head. Hansol’s fingers started to move more quickly, undoing Seungcheol’s pants and pushing them down his hips along with his boxers.

A shiver ran through his body as the cool air of the room hit his bare skin. Nervousness bubbled up inside of him but Mingyu was quick to pull him back in for another heated kiss. Seungcheol held onto the couch to keep himself steady between Wonwoo and Hansol as he felt their hands slip down his body. Hansol’s lips pressed to the base of his neck as his hand wrapped around Seungcheol’s cock.

His whine was captured by Mingyu’s lips and fingers slipping into his hair. Mingyu held him close, only pulling away for moments at a time to drag Seungcheol’s bottom lip between his teeth. Hansol pumped his cock slowly, grinning against his skin each time the man bucked into his hand. He felt Wonwoo press slow kisses to the back of his neck as his hands kneaded at Seungcheol’s ass.

“Mingyu, you should let us hear his pretty moans,” Wonwoo purred. Seungcheol felt a thrill run through him from the sound of Wonwoo’s low voice. Mingyu pulled back, giving him a heated look before attaching his lips to Seungcheol’s neck. Wonwoo’s hand moved into Seungcheol’s hair and he pulled the leader’s head back roughly, chuckling at the whimper he let out. Wonwoo brought a finger to Seungcheol’s mouth.

“Get this nice and wet for me, leader,” he hummed.

Seungcheol did as he was told, sucking the finger into his mouth, muffling the whines falling from his lips, but only for a moment. All too soon the finger was gone, Wonwoo letting praise fall on his ears as he moved the hand away. He felt Wonwoo push him forward just a bit and gasped at the sudden feeling of a finger pressed to his ass.

“You still want to get fucked, don’t you?” Wonwoo teased. “You still want to take our cocks?”

Seungcheol answered with a whine as he pressed back against Wonwoo’s hand a little shyly. Both Hansol and Mingyu were palming themselves now, Mingyu groaning while Hansol let out small grunts and sighs. Seungcheol’s breath came faster as Wonwoo pressed the tip of his finger inside of him, murmuring to him to relax until his finger was buried deep inside.

The whines Seungcheol let out as Wonwoo started to curl and thrust his finger were nothing short of beautiful. His eyes fell shut as he moved his hips sloppily, trying to thrust into Hansol’s hand and take more of Wonwoo’s finger with his movements.

“You’re cute like this,” Wonwoo teased. “You’re getting so desperate for us.”

Mingyu’s lips pulled away from Seungcheol’s neck, his voice thick with lust as he spoke. “You really did want to get fucked, didn’t you?”

Seungcheol nodded quickly, whimpering and Wonwoo moved his hand faster. Mingyu took over for Hansol as Wonwoo prepared a second finger, leaning down to spit on it before slowly working it into Seungcheol’s ass. Hansol started to hastily pull his clothes off as Mingyu pumped Seungcheol’s cook, much faster than Hansol had.

Seungcheol cried out, his movements messy and growing more desperate as he got closer to release. He could feel the coil in the pit of his stomach growing tighter and tighter as he bucked into Mingyu’s hand. Wanton moans fell from his lips as Wonwoo’s fingers started to hit his prostate with each thrust.

Whines mixed with his moans as Mingyu’s fingers teased over his tip before pumping him quickly again. His chest heaved with breaths as he gripped the couch, his movements ever sloppier. Wonwoo spit on his hand again before leaving kisses just under Seungcheol’s ear. He let out a desperate whimper as he felt Wonwoo ease a third finger into his ass.

“You’re going to feel so good when I finally sink my cock into you,” Wonwoo purred. The words drew more moans from Seungcheol’s lips as his thighs started to tremble, Mingyu pumped both Seungcheol’s and his own cock quickly. Seungcheol let his head fall back, letting out wanton moans, taking in the way Mingyu and Hansol sucked at his chest and Wonwoo’s fingers, moving ever faster and more roughly into his ass.

“You’re such a mess and you haven’t even been fucked yet,” Wonwoo purred. “Why don’t you cum for us? Cum like you’ve been so desperate to do and you’ll get fucked just the way you want.”

Seungcheol cried out and his legs shook as he released. Thick ropes of cum covered Mingyu’s hand as he bucked his hips desperately. Pleasure washed over his body in waves as he fell against the back of the couch panting and moaning as their fingers kept moving until the over sensitivity had him shying away from the contact.

Mingyu was panting as he stripped off the last of his clothes and cleaned off his hand. He started to scramble around the couch as Wonwoo curled his fingers inside of Seungcheol, stroking his cock slowly and drawing a whimper from his lips.

“Fuck, that sounds even better than your moans,” Hansol’s voice was breathy and his hand was moving lazily on his cock as he rested at the end of the couch, his eyes raking over Seungcheol’s form, much more hungry than the older man had ever seen him. Seungcheol whimpered again, his hips jolting as Wonwoo’s hands moved gently.

“You sound cute,” Wonwoo murmured in his ear. “You can’t be all tired out already.”

Even as Seungcheol shook his head tiredly Wonwoo was already pulling his hands away and moving him as Mingyu settled on the couch. Seungcheol looked up at Wonwoo as the younger man moved in front of him, the sight making Wonwoo’s breath hitch.

Seungcheol’s eyes were glossy and his gaze hazy as he moved up onto his knees and Wonwoo guided him back over Mingyu’s lap. His gaze was already so fucked out and yet so sweet, trusting Wonwoo’s every move and his own expression softened just a tad as he took in the hair sticking to Seungcheol’s forehead with sweat and his plush lips slightly parted, cheeks stained pink.

“If you do a good job for Mingyu, I have a treat in mind for you,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice a little more strained from the sight in front of him as Mingyu grabbed Seungcheol’s hips and pulled him back, aligning him with his cock.

A whimper escaped Seungcheol lips in response, both to Wonwoo’s words and Mingyu’s cock teasing his entrance in such an enticing way. A smile tugged on Wonwoo’s lips as he took in Seungcheol’s reaction. Hansol settled back, sitting up on the back of the couch and biting his lip as he stroked himself slowly and Wonwoo sat back to do the same.

Mingyu’s grip on Seungcheol’s hip’s tightened as he started to guide the older man down on his cock. A string of moans came from both of their lips. Seungcheol’s eyes rolled back before fluttering closed as Mingyu’s cock filled him, his legs trembling from the feeling as he slowly sunk to the bottom, chest heaving with quick breaths.

Mingyu let out a string of curses, his grip tight on Seungcheol’s hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed, rolling his hips slowly and drawing whiny moans from Seungcheol’s lips. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You should move for him, leader,” Wonwoo teased, meeting Seungcheol’s gaze as he opened his eyes. “Show us how badly you want to get fucked.”

Seungcheol bit down on his lip but it didn’t last long as he started to grind down on Mingyu’s cock. Small cries fell from his lips as Mingyu’s cock brushed against his prostate with each movement. His second orgasm began to build slowly, his cock growing hard against his stomach again.

Hansol let out a groan at the sight, shifting closer and pumping his cock faster. His free hand moved to tangle into Seungcheol’s dark locks and tug his head back gently. The actions of the youngest making Seungcheol whine again and grind a little faster on Mingyu’s cock, who let out more curses behind him and began to guide Seungcheol to properly bounce on his cock.

Wonwoo let out quiet groans as he stroked himself very slow and took in the sight in front of him. Hansol’s chest heaved as he kept a tight grip on Seungcheol’s hair, his hips fucking into his own fist as he watched Seungcheol’s face. Mingyu’s head was thrown back as loud curses and moans fell from his lips. He moved Seungcheol faster and faster on his cock as his high came closer and closer. Seungcheol was letting out high, whiny moans each time he came down on Mingyu’s cock. He struggled to keep his eyes open and meet Hansol’s gaze, getting a tug to the hair each time his eyes closed, Hansol’s hair pulling getting rougher with each passing moment.

Seungcheol’s legs trembled and he gripped the couch, trying to stay steady as he rode Mingyu faster, feeling the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach. His eyes darted between Hansol and Wonwoo as he took in their moans and the dark, lustful looks in both of their gazes, watching how Mingyu’s cock disappeared into him with each movement.

Mingyu let out a loud moan as his fingers dug into Seungcheol’s sides as he started to fuck up into him harshly. Seungcheol’s eyes screwed shut as his body started to shake and he let out broken cries at the feeling, meeting Mingyu’s thrusts as best he could. His cock was hard and flushed red, standing against his stomach and leaking precum in pearlescent beads down his length.

Mingyu’s moans grew louder and his thrusts rougher until he released deep inside Seungcheol with a final, hard thrust. He held the older man down on his cock, feeling Seungcheol tremble in his grasp as he was filled even more with Mingyu’s release, letting out broken whimpers and trying to move his hips, so close to his own high.

Seungcheol let out a whine, his eyes pleading with Wonwoo and Hansol as Mingyu lifted him off his cock. Wonwoo leaned forward with a calm expression but hungry eyes. His hand found Seungcheol’s shoulder and he pushed him down roughly onto his hands. Seungcheol whimpered as he heard them all moving around him and felt Wonwoo’s fingers tangle into his hair. A gasp left his lips as Wonwoo pulled on his hair sharply, making Seungcheol look up at him.

“Oh we’re not done with you yet,” he said, his voice even and steady. “I know you want to cum again.”

“Please,” Seungcheol whimpered, the needy tone of his voice only turning the other three on more. He gasped as he felt Hansol grab his hips and start grinding his cock against his ass. Wonwoo moved closer, bringing his cock to Seungcheol’s lips as he gazed down at him intensely and Mingyu moved to sit on the back of the couch, his fingers ghosting over his now sensitive cock, lightly and slowly.

“Be a good boy and open your mouth,” Wonwoo murmured.

Seungcheol did as he was told, a moan quickly falling from his open mouth as Hansol gripped his hips roughly and thrust into him in one smooth movement. Wonwoo kept a hand in his hair, keeping his head up as Seungcheol’s arms trembled and his eyes rolled back from the quick pace Hansol set. Curses and moans fell from Hansol’s lips, only further tightening the coil in the pit of Seungcheol’s stomach and he fucked Mingyu’s cum deep inside of him.

Wonwoo eased his cock past Seungcheol’s lips, cursing at the sweet, desperate look in Seungcheol’s eyes as he gazed up at the younger man.

“Keep you mouth open for me, just like this,” Wonwoo’s voice was breathy as he started to thrust shallowly into Seungcheol’s mouth, Hansol’s thrusts doing most of the work of moving Seungcheol onto his cock. Wonwoo’s grip in Seungcheol’s hair tightened as he gazed down, enjoying the view and the feeling as Seungcheol tried to suck him off amid his moans.

“G-God you feel good,” Hansol stuttered through his words as he chased his high, so close from teasing himself and watching Seungcheol. His hips snapped into Seungcheol, making the older man cry out and moan around Wonwoo’s cock, his fingertips digging into the couch below him as he tettered on the edge of his release again.

“F-Fuck,” Hansol’s moans and curses brought the whole room closer to release as his hard thrusts grew a little more sloppy, fingers holding onto Seungcheol’s hips, nails digging into the soft skin. He threw his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he thrust and ground into Seungcheol, hitting his prostate with each movement.

Seungcheol’s broken moans slipped out around Wonwoo’s cock as the man started to fuck into his mouth properly. Drool dripped from Seungcheol’s lips and onto the fabric below as he started to cum, thick ropes of his hot release coating the couch underneath him as his body shook and pleasure washed over him.

Hansol pulled out of his ass and pumped his cock quickly, cum spraying across Seungcheol’s ass and lower back as low moans left his lips.

Seungcheol whined as Wonwoo moved out of his mouth and he felt Hansol’s release drip down his back. He gazed up at Wonwoo, his expression somewhere between fucked out and needy and Wonwoo smirked, tightening the grip in his hair and leaning down, still speaking loud enough for the other two to hear.

“Did you want him to cum inside you?” he teased.

Seungcheol felt the burning on his cheeks as he nodded and whimpered.

“Did you hear that? He wanted to feel you cum inside him, Hansol.”

“Our leader is a little cum slut,” Mingyu groaned, the words drawing another whimper from Seungcheol’s lips.

“Then we definitely have some more for you,” Wonwoo grinned.

He moved around behind Seungcheol, wasting no time in sinking his cock into the older man’s ass and leaning over him. Seungcheol let out a cry and Wonwoo wrapped a hand around his sensitive, cum-covered cock and pumped it quickly, easily making him hard again.

“You’re still so fucking eager,” he breathed.

“You really wanted us all to fuck you, didn’t you?” Hansol teased breathily.

“Ye-” Seungcheol’s words were lost to a moan as Wonwoo gave him a hard, quick thrust.

“That’s definitely a yes,” the smirk in his voice was evident as he brought a hand to the space between Seungcheol’s shoulder blades and pushed him down roughly until his face was pressed into the fabric of the couch.

Wonwoo pulled almost fully out before slamming his hips back into Seungcheol, drawing broken cries from his lips at the pleasure that burst through his body. Wonwoo’s pace was rough and fast and groans started to seep from his lips as he sunk his cock into the older man over and over, chasing the high that he had been teasing the whole time.

Seungcheol’s moans only brought Wonwoo closer to release as he focused on the sounds, on the way his cock fit snugly into Seungcheol’s ass and how it felt as he thrust into him roughly. His hands gripped Seungcheol’s hips tight enough to leave bruises as Seungcheol shook below him, trembling in his grasp.

Seungcheol let out gasps and moans and broken cries as he squeezed his eyes shut and tears started to stain his cheeks, his whole body over sensitive and his cock again hard against his stomach. He could hear Mingyu and Hansol let out breathy moans and groans as they stroked themselves quickly while gazing down at him getting fucked and the thoughts worked him up again so much more quickly.

“Are you going to cum again for us?” Wonwoo teased, his deep voice now thick with lust. “Show us how good we’re making you feel, how well we fuck you.”

The sounds that left Seungcheol’s lips were nothing short of exquisite as he started to release. Stars burst behind his eyelids and his body shook violently as his cum soaked into the fabric of the couch and dripped down his chest. Pleasure crashed over him in waves, only heightened as Wonwoo started to release inside him too, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into him and fucking it deeper despite his own sensitivity.

Seungcheol’s moans turned to broken whimpers as he tried the pull away from Wonwoo’s relentless pace as the younger let out much higher moans, working himself up again until Seungcheol was whimpering out, babbling “pleases” and “too muchs” and Wonwoo finally pulled out of his ass.

The younger held Seungcheol’s ass up and the Mingyu and Hansol moved closer, groaning at the view as their cum dripped out of him. A shiver ran along Seungcheol’s body and Wonwoo let him down gently. They helped him slip to the floor as his eyes gazed hazily at their cocks, still hard. They rested him back against the couch and he looked up at the three surrounding him each of them pumping their cocks.

“Be good and open your mouth,” Wonwoo murmured. Seungcheol did as he was told, letting his mouth fall open and his tongue loll out, drawing groans from the rest of the group.

They each pumped their cocks quickly, Mingyu releasing first, his cum spraying across Seungcheol's face and into his mouth. Hansol followed suit and then Wonwoo. Hot cum covered Seungcheol’s face and dripped into his mouth and down his throat, running along his neck and onto his chest. He let his eyes flutter open to look up at them, licking some of the cum from his lips.

Wonwoo leaned down and ran his fingers through Seungcheol’s hair. “That was fun,” he breathed.

“We have to do that again,” Hansol sighed.

“Definitely,” Mingyu hummed, dropping onto the couch next to Seungcheol.

Seungcheol leaned against Mingyu’s leg. “Absolutely.”

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