Minho’s too far gone to ask why the stuffed bunny rabbit with the beady eyes is placed on the middle of his desk in front of the vanity mirror, or to question why Chan was so insistent to fuck with the lights all on.

Chan’s fucking Minho from behind, hand slung over his chest, before he grabs Minho’s chin and forces him to look at his reflection.

“Look, baby,” Chan says. “Look how good I fuck you.”

Minho stares at himself, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. “Hyung—“ he breathes out, “feels so good.”

“Mmhmm,” Chan nods, pulling Minho’s body down onto his cock, fucking him deep, fast, erratic thrusts sending Minho’s breathing higher and higher. Chan stares at the bunny rabbit, right at the eyes. He smirks at the plush doll, the two of them in on a little secret.

“So full,” Minho whines, gasping for breath, “so full.”

“Look at you,” Chan says again, grabbing Minho’s jaw to prevent his head from rolling back against Chan’s shoulder. It’s important he stays looking ahead. At the doll. At the mirror. “Call yourself ‘pretty.’ Stare at your reflection.”

Minho obeys, body already shaking from the effort to stay straight. “I’m pretty,” he breathes out, “I’m so pretty.”

Chan relishes in his obedience, the way that Minho gives him everything—even the things he doesn’t want. He fucks him harder, grip tightening.

It took awhile for Chan to get Minho like this, soft and wet and pliant. To get him to break those walls down, to turn to Chan like a hyung. It’s been worth it though, all the effort. Chan squeezes Minho’s nipples between his fingers, and is rewarded with a sob. His cock twitches thinking about how that will turn out on video.

Minho just goes lax against Chan’s body, as Chan continues to fuck him to orgasm.

Minho cums with a shout, body tensing under Chan’s hands. He gets cum everywhere, the sheets, his legs, the bed. Chan runs his fingers through the mess, before shoving them into Minho’s mouth, pressing hard against his tongue, feeling the way Minho’s throat flexes around him.

“So good, baby,” Chan breathes, thrusting a few more times before spilling inside Minho, filling him up. He’s not even really looking at Minho anymore, too occupied studying his own reflection, smiling at himself. “So good for me.”

Minho whines as Chan pulls him off his dick, laying him down on the bed. He pets Minho’s belly for a second, wiping his hand on the skin, before pushing the hair off Minho’s face and tucking it behind his ears. “You were amazing,” Chan says softly, grinning.

Minho laughs, reaching up and squeezing Chan’s shoulder. “So were you.” He smacks his lips together for a second before getting up, making his way to the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower and wash this all off—wanna join me?”

Chan grins, ready to reply, before his phone goes off with a loud ring on the dresser. “Yes, of course,” he says, “I’ll be right there.”

Minho nods and walks towards the bathroom, while Chan picks up his phone.

Upload Completed!, the screen says, tap to view your recording.

Chan moves the video to the hidden folder on his phone before getting off the bed to meet Minho in the bathroom.

He can’t wait to watch it all later.

“Is this position really going to make it more likely?” Seungmin says, holding Felix’s hips up off the bed, his legs thrown over Seungmin’s shoulders.

“I saw it on Reddit,” Felix comments, neck craned against the pillows, “it was on r-slash-omega fertility.”

“Felix.” Seungmin huffs. “Half the shit on there is just bull.”

Felix at least has the decency to look chagrined. “C’mon, Seungmin-ah. Do you wanna be a daddy or not? Hold me up while your cum sinks into my cervix—it’ll work this time. I can feel it.”

Seungmin’s dick twitches against his hip, something that does not go unnoticed by Felix. He barks out a laugh, small hands letting go of the bedsheets to reach up and touch Seungmin’s cheek. “You like that, huh? You wanna be a daddy?” Felix starts laughing, body pressed against the sheets. “Stop saying that,” Seungmin groans, “you make me feel weird.”

“It’s hot,” Felix giggles, “because of how much you hate it.”

“Ugh, you’re a freak.” Seungmin sighs, but he hikes Felix up bed higher, bringing Felix’s small cock and cunt closer to his face. Seungmin sniffs, pressing his mouth against the skin of Felix’s inner thigh.

“You’re ready for another round again, aren’t you?” Felix asks. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Seungmin licks his thigh. “I don’t see why I have to hold you up in this position,” he groans, “I could just keep fucking you—I’ll knock you up either way. Stuff you full.”

Felix’s little cock beads precum at the tip, his cunt oozing out slick, mixing with the release Seungmin buried in him earlier. “Ah, fuck—Seung— you can’t just say things like that.”

“Yeah, I can,” Seungmin grins, moving his mouth from Felix’s thigh to lick over his cunt, between his folds. He soaks his tongue in the slick, rubbing his nose against Felix’s cock. Seungmin licks a fat stripe up from Felix’s hole, sucking down the slick and his own cum that spills out. Felix shakes in his hold, nowhere to move.

“Are you done with this position now?” Seungmin pulls his face away, chin shiny with slick. “Can I fuck you again?”

Felix moans, light and breathy. “Yeah, please.” he laughs, thinking about their future where there’s a mini-Seungmin running around. He touches the bite mark on his hip, grounding himself, while Seungmin pushes his legs open, sliding his cock deep inside Felix’s cunt. He moans around the thrusts, muscles sore, but rocks into the movement, delirious with pleasure as Seungmin stuffs him full.

“More,” he begs, tangling his fingers in Seungmin’s hair, looking up into his eyes, “more.”

Seungmin grins, and gives Felix what he wants.

“I c-can’t cum anymore,” Jisung whines, sweat dripping off his brow. His hair is stuck to his forehead, legs open and body loose against the sheets. 

“Sure you can,” Seungmin grins, fingers deep in Jisung, grazing right over his prostate. “You can give me a few more.”

“N-No, S-Seung, I can’t</>.” Jisung sniffles. “It’s too much.”

Seungmin keeps fingering him, pushing Jisung to another painful orgasm. <Number five. The movement of his hand burns. Jisung’s back arches off the bed when he cums, but it doesn’t even feel good. It’s like Seungmin’s put him through a wringer, twisting and squeezing out every bit of himself Jisung has to offer.

It’s not his orgasm anymore. It’s not his body anymore. It’s all Seungmin’s—his pleasure, his pain, his desire.

It’s all Seungmin.

Jisung settles back aginst the sheets mind untethered, floating above the bed. The sound of a zipper, the weight of Seungmin between his legs, the press of a warm, hard cock against his already tender hole.

Seungmin wipes the tears from Jisung’s eyes with his hands. Jisung leans into the touch.

He thrusts himself fully into Jisung, and he whines around the intrusion, dick twitching in Seungmin’s grip, nothing more than flecks dripping from his tip.

“Six,” Seungmin smiles, bending down to kiss Jisung on the lips. He pushes his tongue into Jisung’s mouth. He takes anything he wants. “See, baby?” he says, caressing Jisung’s cheek, “I knew you could do it.” He smiles at Jisung. “You make me so proud.”

“C’mon, Hyunjin-ah, you should smile more.”

Felix holds the camcorder in one hand, while he fucks into Hyunjin in short, harsh thrusts, pushing his body further up the bed against the pillows.

Hyunjin’s face is streaked with tears, body covered in bite marks—deep purple bruises from the night before, yellow and mottled patches from a week earlier. Felix keeps thrusting, relentless. His eyes are focused between Hyunjin’s thighs, watching and recording the way he fucks into him.

The hand holding the camera cuts up quickly, focusing on Hyunjin’s face. He stares at that little red light, licking his lips, trying to muster up a smile. He licks his teeth, throwing his head back, black hair fanning across his face. He breaks out into a grin, even if it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“There we go, baby,” Felix croons, “there’s that smile I love to see.”

“Yongb-Yongbokkie,” Hyunjin groans, hands tangling in the sheets, “Yongbokkie, please.”

Felix takes the camera and focuses back on Hyunjin’s red and puffy hole, zooming in up close. “Your hole is so fucking slutty, so fucking hot.” Felix takes a finger from his freehand and pushes it into Hyunjin, right alongside his cock. Hyunjin groans against the added intrusion, fresh tears pooling in his eyes.

Felix can’t miss this. He goes back to recording Hyunjin’s face, the red of his lips, the sweat on his brow, the dip of his collarbones.

“Baby,” he says again, keeping the camera leveled on Hyunjin’s body, capturing everything his eyes see. “You’re so sexy like this. All for me.”

He removes his fingers and grabs Hyunjin’s dick in his hand, jerking him off to completion. Hyunjin can barely get any come out, dick chafed and hurting, spurting out only a few droplets of release.

He cries a little more hand reaching out for Felix. He never stops smiling.

Felix holds his hand, showing the camera their interlocked fingers.

“You look perfect, Jinnie,” he laughs. He zooms in on Hyunjin’s wrecked face. “You were always born to be a star.”