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191204 フジテレビ 2019 FNS (Jin) - Fake Love
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the roster | part one of three
pairing: christopher bahng + lee sangyeon + choi seuncheol x f!reader
summary: what happens when all the guys on your roster find out about each other?
warnings: see here (mdni!!!)
word count: 4.4k
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You’d been set up. You should have known something was off when Sangyeon texted you to come over. He never texted you first. He was the most reserved of the three, always letting you be the one to reach out to him if you wanted to hook up.
You shot him an accusatory glare but he pointedly avoided your gaze, choosing instead to stare at something on the ceiling that was apparently much more interesting.
Seungcheol was the first to speak, of course. “Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?”
You figured there was no point in lying. They already had you cornered. “Yeah, kind of.” The three of them scoffed in unison, making you hold up your hands in defense. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other like that!”
In fact, you had chosen each of them precisely because you thought there wouldn’t be any conflicts of interest. They were all in different groups, all the leaders of said groups which you thought would mean that they were almost always busy with their members. You didn’t think they had time for friends. Let alone friends who were of different ages and also leaders.
Chris was the biggest gamble. You knew that he knows almost everyone in the industry and has a lot of friends but you didn’t think he knew the other two guys you were fucking well enough to put together that you were actually sleeping with all of them.
Everything had been going so well. You had perfected your system over the months, using the boys’ schedules to your advantage so there was never any overlap. Seungcheol got weekends, Sangyeon got Wednesdays and Fridays, and Chris got 3ams on Tuesdays, Thursdays, (and sometimes Fridays if you weren’t sleeping over at Sangyeon’s) because that’s just when he was free. You keep your Mondays and the last full week of every month free so that you have time for yourself. Otherwise you’d drive yourself crazy spending all your time with men.
You had never agreed to be exclusive with any of them. You made it more than clear that wasn’t what you were looking for. Still, they must have thought you weren’t seeing anyone else because all three of them had shown up to this confrontation and all three of them looked pissed.
“Is it just the three of us?” Chris chimes in.
“How much time do you think I have?” you mutter.
“Just answer the question.”
You look away from them. “Yeah, there’s no one else.”
“Lucky us,” Seungcheol sneers.
“Hey, you’re the one who said you wanted something casual,” you remind him, your tone icy. “You wanted to sleep around with no strings attached and I agreed.”
You’ve known Seungcheol the longest. You were friends first, through your job, but it quickly turned into something more. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, spending nights and mornings together. Going to sleep and waking up and stealing kisses in elevators. Talking on the phone for hours and planning dates in the different cities he was touring in.
He shut you down before you could get too delusional about it, though, stating plainly that all he wanted was a strict friends-with-benefits sort of situation. You still remember the feeling of your throat burning as you fought back tears, telling him that was perfectly fine, that you felt the same way.
You couldn’t let yourself get too attached to a man who didn’t want you in the same way you wanted him so you looked for a distraction and found one in Lee Sangyeon. You met him through Jacob, a younger member of his group. Sangyeon was the perfect distraction. He was charming and funny, never one to take himself too seriously. He was a real gentleman and it didn’t hurt that he had a huge dick.
You were the one to broach the topic of nonexclusivity with him this time, wanting to beat him to it. You knew exactly what all of these idols wanted. Choi Seungcheol had taught you that lesson early on. Sangyeon took it well, at least, as well as you expected him to. He told you he was on the same page as you, that he was just looking for something casual and you believed him. Now, looking at the expression on his face as he listens to the two other men talk, you’re not sure.
And then Chris just sort of fell into your lap. You weren’t looking for anything else. Juggling two men was enough work. You just so happened to run into him at some after party, stopping him to compliment his music. One thing led to another and you were shoving your tongue down his throat in a dark closet. Apparently he had a thing for praise.
Neither of you had to be the one to friend(swithbenefits)zone the other. You brought it up one night as you laid in his bed together and he was quick to agree.
“Yeah, I don’t have time for anything more than... this, right now,” he sighed. He sounded a little regretful about it, like he thought he was being an asshole despite you voicing the same sentiment.
So you hadn’t been doing anything wrong- even if your brain liked to tell you otherwise sometimes. You defined the (non)relationships with each of them, used protection with all of them, you weren’t leading anyone on... it had just so happened to get a little bit... messy, for lack of a better word.
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“No strings attached doesn’t mean I want you to fuck my friends!” Seungcheol huffs, running a hand through his hair.
“I didn’t know you were friends with them!” you cry, throwing your head back onto the back of the couch in frustration and accidentally banging your head against the wall in the process.
“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks, wincing.
The other two side-eye him.
“I’m fine. But why am I here? Did you bring me here just to yell at me?”
“Not exactly,” Chris says, smirking.
You look to the other men for an explanation but neither of them offer any further explanation.
“Then why?”
Chris slides his hands in his front pockets and shrugs. “Well, if you’re up for it, the three of us thought we might have a little fun with you.”
“What does that mean?”
Seungcheol steps forward and mirrors Chan’s stance, cocking his head to the side for good measure. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, knowing it would only make things worse for you.
To be fair, all the posturing would be a lot more annoying if they weren’t the hottest men you’d ever seen in your life.
“I think you know what that means,” Cheol adds, supplying absolutely nothing helpful.
“Obviously I don’t or I wouldn’t have asked,” you argue.
Seungcheol whistles and then looks to his friends. “Is she this bratty with you guys?” Chris gives an ‘eh’ hand motion whilst Sangyeon nods outright. “Yeah, I figured.”
“Did you think you were getting special treatment?” you taunt, surprising even yourself.
He scowls but doesn’t respond, probably in an effort to maintain some semblance of self-control in front of the other two. If it were just you and him, you’d have a hand around your throat already. And maybe that’s what you wanted. Maybe your mouth was working faster than your brain in order to get a specific... reaction out of them like you normally would. Or maybe your mouth just liked to get you in trouble.
From the way they were acting, they obviously hadn’t lured you here just to hang out. It had to be some sort of sex thing, right? You certainly weren’t opposed, you just needed to figure out what game they were playing so that you could be dealt in.
“We were curious about which one of us you like the most,” Chris says finally. At least someone was interested in getting to the fucking point.
You blink at him then turn to look at Seungcheol who just nods in confirmation. “You want me to... rank you? Why?”
“You’re the one who has us on a little roster,” Sangyeon points out, sounding a little mean for the first time tonight. “Surely you’ve thought about it before.”
You shake your head. “I haven’t. I mean, I like all of you guys! I wouldn’t hang out with you if I didn’t.”
“We don’t care about hanging out, we want to know who you think is the best in bed,” Seungcheol clarifies.
“What?”
“You know, who’s the best fuck?”
“Why do you even care?” you ask. “Like what are you getting out of this?”
“Just a little competition between friends,” Chris assures you with a wink.
“I... wouldn’t even know where to start,” you insist.
“We thought you might say that,” Seungcheol hums as he steps closer to you. “Which is why we thought we could test it in real time.”
“In real time?”
“Yeah, let us fuck you, then you tell us who’s best.”
“Right now?”
Seungcheol shrugs. “You asked why we brought you here.”
“And you just assumed I’d be down?”
“Yeah,” all three of them say at the same time.
It’s your turn to scoff. So that’s what they think of you. You shouldn’t have expected anything different, to be fair. It wasn’t like you were a saint. You literally had your dick appointments with all of them penciled into your Google Calendar every week.
“C’mon, baby, we know you by now,” Chris adds, plopping down on the sofa next to you. He stretches his arm across the back of it like guys like to do, opening himself up for you to lean into him if you wanted to. “Are you saying you don’t want us to take turns fucking your brains out?”
You stay silent.
“Should we take that as a yes?” Sangyeon asks.
“I’d say so,” Chris agrees.
Seungcheol claps his hands together decisively and then points to the man sitting next to you. “Chan, you’re up first then, yeah? That’s how you do it in your group, right? Youngest first?”
He’s mocking him but Chris doesn’t acknowledge it. If there’s one thing you know about Bang Chan, it’s that he’s not one to back down from a challenge, and while going first in this sort of competition must be daunting he doesn’t look the least bit shaken.
“Are we doing this here?” he asks the older two.
Sangyeon considers it and shrugs. “We should probably move to the bed, right?”
“Dude, it’s your house.”
“There’s more room on the bed,” Sangyeon decides, offering you his hand.
You take it and he helps you up from the couch. You step in front of the boys and lead them to Sangyeon’s bedroom, calling “it’s this way,” over your shoulder just to be a menace. You can’t see the faces they make behind you but you hear Sangyeon chuckle under his breath.
You flick on one of his table lamps and make yourself comfortable on the bed, patting the spot next to you for Chris to join you. He does and puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing your thigh comfortingly. Seungcheol and Sangyeon lean against the dresser across from the bed in the most non-awkward way they can manage.
Somehow, they both still look intimidating despite the fact that they’re essentially about to be cucked by one of their closest friends.
“What now?” you ask.
Chris brings one of his hands up to cup your cheek and leans in. “Now, we do this.”
He kisses you gently at first. Whether it’s to ease your nerves or his own, you aren’t sure, but he starts slow, building up to what you’re used to. His thumb strokes your cheek as if to reassure you as he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. His other hand that had been resting on your hip fumbles with your pants.
“Just pretend they aren’t there,” he whispers.
It’s impossible to do when you can feel the weight of their stares on you but you try to relax anyway, reminding yourself that something like this has been a fantasy of yours for a while now. You never thought it would actually happen and you definitely didn’t think it would be with them but with your luck you honestly shouldn’t be as surprised as you are.
“This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax,” Chris continues, low enough for only you to hear. “I kind of have something to prove here.”
“You don’t have anything to prove,” you assure him. “You’re great in bed.”
“They don’t know that,” he hisses.
“Sorry, sorry, I forgot this is just a competition to you guys,” you grumble.
He chuckles. “What, you want me to make love to you in front of them? Because I will.”
“I think that’d be even more embarrassing, somehow.”
“Exactly, now lay down and let me fuck you brainless so you can’t overthink anymore.”
He had such a way with words, that Bang Chan did.
He shifts so you can lay down and take your pants off. Your shirt goes next, leaving you in just your underwear. It’s the most exposed you’ve ever felt even though you’ve been completely naked in front of all three men before.
Chris snaps the elastic waistband of your cotton panties against your hip and smirks. “Cute.”
You pout, ready to defend your granny panties but Sangyeon pipes up from the other side of the room before you can.
“She doesn’t care what she wears over to mine because she knows it won’t stay on long anyway.”
That was actually true. You dressed the most comfortably to hang out with Sangyeon because you knew he wouldn’t care. It wasn’t like Chris or Seungcheol cared more, and you didn’t really dress up for them either, but there was a notable difference between the amount of effort you put in for each man, something you hadn’t noticed until just now.
“She wet yet?” Seungcheol asks, sounding bored.
You know it’s just a front so his jealousy and impatience won’t shine through because it’s not a very good one. Seungcheol is not and never has been good at hiding his feelings.
Chris shoots him a look. “I was getting to that.”
Seungcheol holds his hands up in defense but thankfully keeps his mouth shut.
Chris sucks in a breath of patience and brings his hand in between your legs, fingers tracing your slit. Your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment because you are, in fact, wet. You have been since they sat you down and stood in front of you like you were going to be scolded for doing something wrong.
“Yeah, she’s fucking wet,” Chris rasps. “Jesus Christ, baby. I bet your joggers are ruined too.”
His teasing makes you try to close your thighs around his hand but his reflexes beat yours and he catches your knee to force your legs back open.
“Nice try.”
“You’re the worst.”
His fingers start to wander beneath the fabric of your panties, feather light touches that already have you gasping for breath. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do, I really do.”
“Want me to stop?” he threatens.
“What happened to having something to prove?” you mutter back.
“Always such a fucking brat,” he muses, jaw tight.
“Don’t act like you don’t love that about me.”
“You’re consistent, I’ll give you that.”
Chris leans down and kisses you again, presumably to get you to stop talking. It works, of course. He lets his tongue explore your mouth while his hands explore your body, still not giving you what you really want.
Eventually, he slips a finger inside, taking you by surprise and making you gasp as you grab at him for something to squeeze. He offers you his arm and you take it, fingernails digging into his bicep.
“It’s just one finger, baby,” Chris coos.
“Feels.... good, though,” you squeak.
He adds another right as you start to get used to the feeling of the first and you have to take a deep breath to keep yourself from making another embarrassing noise.
“Don’t hold back. Let the boys know how good I’m making you feel.”
Seungcheol scoffs, tonguing his cheek. “You don’t have to fake it for him, babe.”
“Are you sure you guys are friends?” you pant.
They don’t answer, leaving you to draw the conclusions yourself. You’re sure they were friends... whether they would be after this was another story.
Chris crooks his fingers up, knowing you won’t be able to stay quiet once he does. He’s right. You moan, albeit quietly, and arch into his touch.
“So what are the parameters of this competition?” Chris asks the other two and turns his head towards them while he continues to work his fingers in and out of you.
“What do you mean?” Sangyeon asks back.
“Like, does foreplay count? Or is she judging solely based on our stroke game?”
Seungcheol considers it for a moment before looking to Sangyeon. “What do you think?”
“I think the judgment should include foreplay,” he says. “Foreplay is part of sex after all.”
“Good point,” Chris agrees. “Any other rules?” They shake their heads. “What about you, baby? Do you have any rules for us?”
You purse your lips as you think, trying not to lose focus with his fingers inside of you. “Just don’t go too hard. I do have to work on Monday.”
It’s only Friday night now, but knowing them, you’ll probably be sore for at least a couple of days afterward.
Chris laughs. “We’ll do our best. Right, guys?”
They mumble what sounds like an agreement and Sangyeon even gives you a thumbs-up.
“Can I keep going?” Chris asks you.
“You didn’t really stop,” you point out.
He had still been fingering you lazily throughout the whole aside. It wasn’t enough to get you off but it was certainly distracting. You had to try very hard to concentrate on what they were saying.
“C’mon, this is nothing,” he teases, bringing his thumb to your clit as he starts to kiss your neck. “How’s that?” he murmurs into your ear,
“G-good...”
“Just good? Must be doing something wrong, then.”
Before you can deny it, he adds a third finger, earning a loud cry from you this time. You feel him grin against your throat, hiding his smug satisfaction from the other two.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let them see.”
You do as you’re told even though it’s hard. It’s so much. You want to squeeze them around his hand again but you know you’ll only get told off if you do.
“Good girl,” he praises, making you whimper.
“That’s all it takes, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol mutters. “We just have to call you a good girl and you’re making a mess all over us, right?”
You squirm, arousal and embarrassment pooling in your belly. You can tell Chris wants to give Cheol shit for butting in when it’s supposed to be his turn, but he doesn’t because his words are technically helping him. You get even wetter around his fingers, a detail Chris elects not to share with the room.
You’re sure they can see it, though, or at least hear it. The sounds are obscene.
It’s mortifying. You want to die. But first you want to cum.
Two of your favorite things about Chris are his hands. They’re huge, especially for a guy his height, and absolutely gorgeous. Thick veins run across the backs of them from his knuckles up through his forearms- he’s a nurse’s wet dream, and yours. You’ve spent an absurd amount of time tracing them with your own fingers when you’re laying in bed together after hooking up and more often than not, it’s enough to make you want to go again.
He’s good with them too because of course he is. Bang Chan is annoyingly good at everything he does, including but not limited to: making you cum.
“Already?” Chris muses under his breath. “Does having an audience turn you on that much?”
“Sh-shut up.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who can take their fingers away any time they want to.”
“No, please!” you protest.
“That’s what I thought. Do you want to cum on my fingers? Or should I make you wait for it?” He’s talking to himself at this point but you answer anyway.
“I-I don’t know...”
“Probably should let you, huh? You’re still so tight.”
You don’t get another word out before it hits you, your body curling in on Chan’s hand as he finger fucks you through your first orgasm of the night. As soon as you come down, he’s taking his fingers out of you and sucking them into his mouth, kissing you right after so you can taste yourself on his lips.
“Good job, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth as he adds his tongue back into the mix. “Ready for me now?”
“Mhm...”
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” Sangyeon says, nodding in the direction of the bedside table.
Chris reaches over and pulls the drawer out, whistling at the other things he finds rolling around in the compartment.
“This hers?” he asks, holding up a vibrator.
“Who else’s would it be?” Sangyeon mutters.
“I don’t know what you do in your free time, man.”
He drops the toy back in its place and grabs a condom from the box tucked in the corner of the same drawer. The odds of one size fitting three different men were slim, but having slept with each of them you’re sure they’ll be able to make it work.
Chris hands you the foil packet, allowing you to do the honors of tearing it open with your teeth while he works on getting naked.
Seungcheol whistles jeeringly at Chan as he takes his cock out and pumps it a couple of times. You can see the back of Chan’s neck flush red but he remains steady as he rolls the latex on. You realize it must be difficult for him to have an audience too, though he has nothing to be self conscious about. Even if they aren’t showing it, you know the other two have to be impressed.
He’s the perfect balance of long and thick and just like his hands, defined veins run up the length of his shaft. You’ve spent what feels like hours tracing those veins with your tongue, watching him shiver under your touch. Most dicks aren’t pretty but Christopher Bahng’s certainly is.
“Ready?” Chris asks, rubbing your thigh with his palm.
“Yeah,” you breathe.
Since he already made you cum, he’s able to slip in without much resistance- but he’s big enough that the stretch is still intense, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you stifle a whimper.
He gives you a moment to adjust once he’s fully inside you, teasing only a little bit with slight movements of his hips.
“God, that feels good,” you moan.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs sweetly, “you’re taking it so well for me.”
He brushes a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes so that you can see him properly. Obstructed view or not, he’s beautiful on top of you. His own bangs have already started to stick to his forehead and the pink flush of embarrassment has somewhat faded and turned into that of exertion, spreading from the back of his neck to his chest and face and matching the kiss-bitten swell of his lips. The muscles in his arms and shoulders are engaged with the effort it takes to hold himself above you, making him look even bigger.
His eyes are soft, even as the rest of his features take on a more sinister expression. That was one of the things that made sex with Chris so good. He genuinely cares for you, not just as a lover, but as a person. Lots of guys put effort into making the other party feel good during sex but that doesn’t mean they care about them. It’s not like that with Chris.
“Want it faster?” he asks you. You nod. “Ask nicely.”
You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.
“Please...”
He frees one of his hands and uses it to stroke your cheek. “‘Please,’ what?”
“Faster,” you squeak.
“Is that the best you can do?” Seungcheol scoffs from the sidelines.
“I’ll let her off easy this time,” Chris responds. “She can hardly think straight as it is, isn’t that right?”
Another nod.
You get what you want and Chan picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours in quick, shallow thrusts.
“You’re getting tighter again,” he grunts, faltering imperceptibly. “You’re making this too easy for me.”
One of the other two makes what you assume is a snide remark but you don’t catch it because everything starts to fade into the background as you start to cum around Chan’s cock. It catches both of you off guard, you can tell. It isn’t unusual for you to finish from penetration alone but it usually takes a lot longer.
“Holy shit, you’re so- fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”
He keeps going after you come down, chasing his own release. It’s almost enough to send you into a third orgasm but he cums before you can get there which is both a relief and a disappointment.
You whine as the feeling ebbs and let yourself go boneless underneath him. He follows suit and collapses face first next to you on the mattress.
“Sorry,” he whispers to you. “I would’ve kept going but I didn’t want you to be too sensitive for them.”
You nod in understanding and pat him appreciatively on the back.
The room is quiet as the three men wait for you to catch your breath. Chris ensures you’re okay before rolling off the bed and joining the other two by the dresser. He mentions something about cleaning you up when you’re all done and offers to fetch you a glass of water.
“There’s a Brita in the fridge,” Sangyeon tells him after also pointing him in the direction of the cabinet that holds the cups.
He disappears into the hall and you gather what little strength you have to pop your head up and address the two remaining leaders at the foot of the bed.
“Who’s next?”
this has been in the works for way too long lol but lmk what you think! i always appreciate feedback!!
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Was that sarcasm..?
Anything can be a seat,,,
VERY rarely do I pull out the colored comics let alone comics in general I’m in deep with this one yall, they make me happi 🫶🥺hehehheheehhehhehehehehehehehheeh
"no, I don't have a type."
No one absolutely no one knows how bad I have it for him. Like please it’s actually unhealthy
i’m cumming fr wow
Wanna do you.
Paring: Bang Chan, Changbin x fem reader
Rating: explicit
Genre: smut
Warnings: cre4mpie, unprotected, bl0wj0bs, use of slut and wh0re, degrading
Day 4 of k-tober
Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28
May have gotten carried away with this :p
!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!
Sometimes not enough controllers is a good thing..
“You could’ve just bought another controller on your way here if you want to play so badly.” I roll my eyes, my fingers mashing the buttons on my controller as I fight against Chan in smash. “But Chan didn’t have to! It’s YOUR house, YOUR console so YOU should’ve gotten one more for your ‘guest’!” Changbin whines. “..how about after this round we all do something together, and Binnie can choose, yeah?” Chan says, trying to keep the peace in the room.
I nod in response, sighing quietly. And once again the rooms filled with the sound of button mashing, Chan ended up winning this time around, I won earlier though. As I Exit the game I feel Changbin wrapping his hands around my chest, hugging me from behind. I Look at him, “what are you doing?” I whimper out, flustered at the sudden movement. “I’ve decided what we should do next.. wanna do you” he whispers placing a kiss on my neck, causing me to shiver.
Chan clears his throat loudly and we both look at him. “Mind if I join you guys?” Chan asks awkwardly, “It’ll feel weird watching if you uh, go through with it I mean..” Just as Chan finishes talking I’m pulled into my bedroom by Changbin, Chan following shortly after. “I’m taking her mouth.” Binnie mumbles as Chan pushes me against the bed.
“fine by me.. gonna fucking break you..” Chan says, pulling my panties and jeans off in one quick swipe. “Mmm so wet already.” He smirks, licking his lips before unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out, rubbing it against my folds. “C-Channie…” I moan, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into my already wet cunt. As I’m paying attention to the feeling Chans giving me I’m startled as Changbin violently thrusts into my mouth, making two dicks on both ends of my body, fucking my holes. “oh god.. what are good girl you are,such a good girl.. being little whore for us to use yeah? handling two cocks stuffing your slutty little holes..mmf so good” Chan chuckles, ripping my shirt open and spanking my tits. “Fuck.. her throat is so tight, it’s literally made for my dick.. ahh..” Changbin groans out.
I try to respond. but nothing comes out other than muffled moans. I can’t even speak due to how deep Binnie is in my throat. I buck my hips forward; trying to get more of Chan’s cock, wanting him deeper, no. I NEED him deeper. Changbins hand wraps around my neck, choking me slightly as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth. Tears begin streaming down my face, I’m filled with pain and pleasure, it’s a wonderful feeling.
“Binnie, pull out real quick. Gonna turn this slut over.” Changbin nods as he does what Chan says, not long after I’m turned over on my hands and knees; taking both of their dicks at once, again. Binnie takes his dick out of my mouth and slaps the side of my face with it playfully. “Oh..f-fuck..” I moan, vibrations flowing through my body as Chan picks up his speed.
“Fuck her harder Chan. Break her.” Changbin smirks before pushing his length back into my mouth. “Want me to cum in your mouth?” He asks. I nod in response, certain that I want my mouth to be used completely. I decide to clench my pussy around Chans cock; eager to hear him degrade me and treat me like a fucktoy, like he was doing with his words. “Fucking.. don’t do that. Don’t you fucking dare clench around me.. you whore.. I’ll spank you if you do that again, yeah?” He growls hotly, clearly annoyed by what I did. “P…please..” I manage to whine out as my throat is still getting violently fucked by Changbin’s cock.
“Slut.” Chan says, spanking my ass, hard. Not just once; a good 10 fucking times, making me whine in pain. “Oh, she likes getting roughed up, huh?” Binnie grins deviously. Grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it upwards, forcing himself deeper down my throat. “‘m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth..” he says, grabbing my head and holding it still as he fills my mouth with his seed. Some spills out and drips down my chin, getting onto my bedsheets, before pulling out of my mouth.
“Chan, switch places with me, I wanna fuck her pussy.” He says. “Let me fill her up first alright? I’m sure this little slut wants my cum. Don’t you, hm?” Chan asks, spanking me once again. “M-mhm yes..” I moan out. “Yes what? What do you want me to do baby girl?” “I want you to fill me like you own me..” I move my body back sightly. “Good girl.” Chan chuckles, I can just imagine the smirk on his face. “Fuck.” He sighs, I feel him finally climax filling me up real good, as he pulls out I can feel his warm cum dripping out of me.
“My turn to use your tight little hole now.” Changbin postions his dick at my entrance and pushes into me, making me gasp. He’s a little shorter than Chan but a bit wider instead. Causing me to whine at the stretch. Chan walks over and pushes into my mouth, pulling my hair way rougher than Binnie did.
“Shit.. her throat is good, you were right.. you gonna be a good girl, swallowing my cock while Binnie stuffs you full?” He smirks, beginning to thrust into my throat. “M-mhm” My eyes roll back, Chan is going way deeper in my mouth than Changbin was, I love it. I love the feeling of getting used by two of my friends at once, it’s pure bliss.
“You feel so good I’m gonna fill you up already… I bet Chan’s close too” Changbin groans, his thrusts getting more and more sloppy as he slowly fills me up with his cum.
“Damn right I am, f-fuck! Cumming!” He moans, pulling my hair harder as he fills my throat. Both of them pull out looking at the mess they’ve made of me. “Mm we really used her good..” Binnie giggles, looking at the mixture of both of their cum dripping down, out of my hole.
“I guess this makes up for not having a third controller, haha” Chan laughs softly.
SIR-
SOOBIN / HARPER’S BAZAAR JAPAN
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Sliding Home
I couldn’t stop thinking about Secondo in a baseball uniform and this happened. Luckily the idea also took a hold of @mustluvecho and she drew Bone Daddy ready to take the field.
Secondo x Female Reader (baseball innuendos, smut, more smut, nsfw, 18+, mdni, 2,800 words)
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I would actually love if in the epilogue Colin sat with Karna and taught her to play chess. All their interactions are so friendly and soft I need them to be friends forever.
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)