#*banging hands on table* THROUPLE THROUPLE THROUPLE THROUPLE

[fighting-naturalist]

[akirakirxaa]

WIP Wednesday Uh, Friday?

@bnuuywol tagged me for WIP Wednesday and now that I've been able to get my computer working again and rescue some files, I can finally share something! Tagging anyone who would like to do it, I think most of my usuals have already been tagged for it haha.

This was something I was dabbling with about the ancient polycule and how they got together, but I hit a hard roadblock of, well, I don't actually know how most throuples actually happen? I only know one personally irl and two of them had been married for years before they met their third. Anywho, I guess here's something silly that I might come back to sometime once I've done some research.

The door to the library flew open with enough force to bang against the walls on either side. A young woman stormed through, black robes rustling irritably about her. Her impossibly long, brilliant red hair swished through just before the doors closed behind her. The robed librarians behind the counter glanced up at her. Even around their masks she could sense the irritation on their faces, but as usual she didn’t really care. She spotted a familiar figure at a nearby table and headed straight for it, flopping down in a chair across from him with a dramatic groan, earning at least half a dozen shushes from nearby librarians. “Something troubling you?” The man gave a smile, adjusting his lavender hair out of his face as he looked up from the book in his hands. “Just someone in my class,” she grumbled, cheek planted on the table as she grumpily glared at a nearby shelf as though it had insulted her. “Someone who was being very annoying today.” The man chuckled and she pushed herself up, leaning slightly over the table as she moved her glare to him. “It’s not funny, Hythlodaeus!” she snapped, folding her arms and sitting back with a pout. He cleared his throat and purposefully made his face exaggeratedly serious. “Of course it isn’t, Persephone,” he soothed, and she bristled. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” “Ugh, just the usual.” Her lips pursed in a slight pout. His stern look cracked as he smirked. “What did Hades do this time?” he asked, barely restraining his snickers. She grit her teeth. “He just always acts like he knows so much more than everybody, and he talks to me like I’m five!” Persephone raged. Hythlodaeus looked at her for a long moment when she didn’t continue, and she relented to his wordless probing. “He was being downright rude to one of our classmates, so I challenged him to a contest of skills.” “Skills in…?” “…Spellcasting.” Just through the holes in his mask she could see Hythlodaeus’ eyes widen slightly. “I’m going to guess it didn’t go well then,” he closed his book and set it aside. “No, and he just had to go and gloat by pointing out all the things I did wrong. He’s infuriating and stupid and annoying and…” she groaned again and plopped, forehead first, back down on the table. “And…?” “And his stupid, annoying face has no right to be so pretty,” she grumbled into the wood, and Hythlodaeus chuckled into his hand. “Do you have a crush, Persephone?” he teased, and she lifted her head just enough to bang it back on the table. “No,” she snapped. “Why would I ever-“ “How about we go to dinner tonight?” Hythlodaeus asked. “My treat.” Persephone rolled her head so her cheek pressed to the table as she looked up at him. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes thoughtfully. “I have a lot of studying to do…” “Oh, come on!” Hythlodaeus reached out and grabbed her hand with both of his, looking at her pleadingly. “We haven’t spent time with each other outside of the academy in ages!” She hesitated for a few more moments, then grinned. “Alright.” Persephone pushed herself up, straightening her robes. “Sounds like fun!”

[sanjoongie]

Redlights

➸Pairings: Stray Kids, Bang Chan x Oc(sweetheart, baby girl) x Hyunjin

➸Genre: smut

➸Word Count: 3,611

➸Warnings: shibari (tied up with rope), praise kink, gag, pussy slapping, two doms and a sub, Sir/Daddy, slight mlm, choking, slight ddlg, mirror sex, nipple clamp, degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, throuple, dirty talk, nipple play, orgasms (m&f), cum play, aftercare

➸Rated: 18+

➸Summary: when Chan is in charge of tying me up like a rope bunny and Hyunjin is in charge of starting shit.

The mood was set: all the lights turned off except for the LED lights along the ceiling, set to the color red, and a few candles for ambiance and smell. Our big, four post bed was covered in black sheets. My boyfriends, Hyunjin and Chan, were still fully clothed, while I sported not a stitch of clothing. In fact, I had been tied up with red rope in the lovely artform of Shibari. My arms were folded properly behind my back and my legs were bent slightly so that the ropes around my ankles were connected to my back.

I whined and squirmed and whined again. The more I squirmed, the more I felt the ropes becoming tighter. And the more they felt tighter, the more I squirmed. There was a particularly convenient knot tied right in the vicinity of my clit and it had mercilessly taken me through at least two climaxes. I was dripping wet, it was practically pooling down my inner thighs. And I still had yet to have a dick inside of me.

"Why didn't we think to do this to her sooner?" Hyunjin said, flicking the tip of his index finger across one of my nipples. Considering how sensitive I was, I jerked at the contact and started rubbing the knot against me again. The ropes still felt too tight.

Bang Chan patted my head encouragingly. "You're doing so good." 

"She's doing--" Hyunjin flicked my other nipple, "Great!" His shit eating grin was enough to get my blood boiling.

I made a noise behind my gag that sounded very much like a shout directed at Hyunjin. Now, one would think Hyunjin would be rectifying the situation but it was Chan who took the rules very seriously.

"Was that shouting I heard?" He asked me directly. As soon as I nodded, he slapped my pussy so that the knot was driven into my raw and sensitive clit. It made my back bow and my mouth open in a silent cry.

"If I remove this gag, are you going to be a good baby girl and say you're sorry to Hyunjin?" 

I whimpered and Chan's face softened. He knew it wasn't fair. But if we didn't go by our own guidelines then the fun of this setup would evaporate. "Is it time for your safe word?"

Hyunjin dived in and intercepted. He quickly unbuckled the back of the gag and I took deep, even breaths upon its release. He pushed some hair behind my ear and said, "I'm sorry but you're such a fucking slut for me. Let's do it again."

"Sir!" I made my eyes water. Hyunjin was not getting away with this. I would not play his game. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Chan was kneeling across the bed to the pitcher of water and a glass on the bedside table. "She sounds too hoarse, she needs water."

"She doesn't sound sincere enough," Hyunjin persisted. "Don't you want my dick inside of you, Sweetheart?" His nickname for me never sounded like he meant it that way. He always said Sweetheart like he was saying Slut.

Chan tsked Hyunjin as he poured the water. "It's not her fault. You're the one that rubbed all that extra sensitive lube on her lower lips, clit and nipples. You're antagonizing her. Besides, we don't actually want to drive her to say her safe word. It's there to say when we've crossed the line."

"I want her to have to say her safe word, Chan." Hyunjin grinned. He leaned down to suck a hickey into my hip bone. "I want her to be absolutely wild for me. I want to torture her until my dick is the only relief she can handle."

Chan, like I said, was a stickler for rules. His hand went gently around Hyunjin's throat. "Hyunjin-ah," Chan sounded dangerous, "You're starting to piss me off right now."

Hyunjin giggled. "She should feel safe with you. That way I can terrify her. She fucking loves that."

Chan sighed, knowing full well Hyunjin was right. He went to release his hold on the younger man but Hyunjin stopped him with a hand over Chan's. He shook his head.

"Channie, can I have my water?" Without referring to Chan as Daddy and not saying please, I was bound to get his attention.

Chan's back got tense and his fingers may have tightened on Hyunjin's neck. "What did you just say?"

I had deliberately broken a rule to draw the attention off of Hyunjin but also to make a point. Chan was here so Hyunjin and I didn't go too far. Without someone with a more leveler head, Hyunjin and I were destined to crash and burn gloriously. 

"Can I please have my drink?" 

"Baby voice, you've lost grown up word privileges."  Ah, it was time for the degrading.

"Daddy, can I puh-lease have my water?" I said with a pout. 

Chan released Hyunjin and brought the glass up to my lips, tipping it back slowly. Hyunjin snuck up behind him and pushed the glass so that it splashed completely over my face. Chan caught it in time so that the entire glass of water didn’t ruin the bed but his eyes were burning embers now. “You’re really pushing your luck,” Chan growled.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “She’s fine, in fact, look at her.”

Both of my boyfriends turned their gaze upon me. I’d be lying if I said Hyunjin pushing Chan’s buttons and making Chan choke him hadn't turned me on. I don’t know what they saw in me but the two of them grinned simultaneously and it made me shiver. 

“What now?” Hyunjin wondered out loud, “I already used the feathers on her. She’s been spanked by you.”

I really tried hard not to pout. I had been good, up until the parts where Hyunjin antagonized me. I had been really really good. “Daddy--”

“Baby Girl, I don’t want to hurt you like Hyunjin has, so please do not dig yourself a deeper hole than the one you’ve already managed.”

I nodded, casting my eyes downwards, “Yes, Daddy.”

Chan studied me for a bit. “We could untie her.”

I tensed. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted someone to fuck me while I was tied up and helpless. I mentally begged Hyunjin to save the day.

“I don’t fucking think so.” Hyunjin chewed his lip angrily, thinking to himself. He glanced up and then smirked. “I’ve got it. Why don’t you fuck her while you’re under her and she can watch in the ceiling mirror.”

Chan cocked his head, “I don’t want to say no to that, but where does that leave you?”

Hyunjin chucked my chin with his index and thumb, “You wanna be a good little slut for your Daddy, don’t you Sweetheart? You wanna watch your pretty body strain as he fucks you from underneath right?”

I whined. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes down at me. I had earned myself a nipple clamp that seemed to come out of nowhere. “Try that again,” Hyunjin threatened. 

“Yes, Sir, I want Daddy to fuck me while I watch through the mirror.”

“And?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows to prompt me further.

“And…” I thought desperately for the right answer. “And I want you to gag me afterwards, please. Can you fuck me when Daddy is done and fill me with both your cum? Can he, Daddy?”

Chan groaned at the mental imagery of his cum dripping out of me, along with Hyunjin’s. “Shit, that’s not a bad idea, Baby Girl.”

Hyunjin leaned in to gift me with a scorching kiss for doing exactly what he wanted. He also removed the nipple clamp. "That's my filthy-minded girl."

"Sir, what are you going to do while Daddy fucks me?"

Hyunjin smiled, pleased that I was worried about him. "I'm going to watch, or did you forget how this whole thing started?"

I practically drooled at the memory. Hyunjin, the little pervert, had hid himself in Chan's closet to watch Chan fuck the ever living shit out of me. We only reserved the most rough sex for when Hyunjin said he'd be out of the apartment. But Hyunjin had somehow caught wind of this and set up the scenario. Hyunjin adored watching Chan dominate me and ruin me. What Hyunjin hadn't known at the time was that I had already been completely honest with Chan and had told him my attraction to his roommate who teased me mercilessly.

So the idea bloomed. Chan didn't hate the idea of sharing me with Hyunjin, Hyunjin was already turned on by the idea of Chan and I, and I wanted them both. Of course there were bouts of jealousy, fights and make up sex. But where we were now, it was good and healthy. 

"But Hyunjin," I broke character without meaning to. 

Hyunjin's eyes creased in another happy eye smile. "I promise, it's what I want."

I got a half hearted smack from Chan regardless. "Baby Girl," he warned me.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

Hyunjin held me, not being able to help himself by caressing my shoulder and telling me how soft I was, while Chan laid down in the center of the bed. Chan still had his see-through dark button down on and the black pants but he’d only pulled them down enough to let his cock spring free. Hyunjin then helped me maneuver so that my legs were on either side of Chan’s hips. The rope along my lower lips had to be pulled to the side so that Chan could get access to me but that only seemed to pull at the ropes some more, tightening them along my skin ever so slightly. I had to stare into Hyunjin’s amused eyes as he lowered me down on Chan. 

Finally, FINALLY, I was getting stuffed. Chan’s girth always seemed to push my limits, but it didn’t matter, I slid right down him with no effort. A groan escaped my lips once Chan bottomed out. “Don’t move,” Chan demanded from under me. He sounded a bit strained but I couldn’t turn around to look. His hands were under my back, keeping me elevated.

“God,” Hyunjin cursed. He backed up to the couch against the wall that was the perfect seat for him to view what we were up to. He sat back, his arms along the back of the couch and his legs spread out.

"Don't touch yourself, Hyunjin,” Chan said with a grunt.

“That’s not fair!” Hyunjin whined. Then he looked thoughtful, which was a dangerous combination. "Well then, I'll have to ask the equivalent as well: don't touch her while you fuck her."

“Fine,” Chan conceded bluntly. The support from my back left and I felt the strain trying to keep myself up. Chan began thrusting up into me and I soon forgot about everything but the feeling of his powerful hips slamming into me.

Hyunjin giggling had me snap my eyes open. He motioned with his eyes to look up. There was Chan, arms straight out both ways, fisting the sheets like they were his lifeline. His head was to the far side, his eyes screwed shut, face in full concentration mode.

"Hyung, looks like you're having a hard time not touching her." Hyunjin crossed an ankle over his knee, still leaning back. "You should see the way her back is arched. Her tits look so good this way. I bet they're the perfect handful--"

"Shut the fuck up, Hyunjin," Chan said through gritted teeth.

"Sweetheart, look at those neck tendons. Wow, he's having a hard time. Hey Chan, are you trying to think about bad things so you don't cum?"

My pussy clenched and Chan grunted at the sudden change. "Don't do that, Baby Girl."

"But Daddy," I managed to say between thrusts, "You have the best resistance of us all. You can handle that, right?"

Hyunjin uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, an elbow on each knee. "Oh, what is she doing with that sweet cunt of hers?" He said.

"Sir?" 

"What is it?"

"We never said that you couldn't touch me."

Hyunjin's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Smart sluts deserve rewards, I think."

Hyunjin climbed onto the bed on his knees until he was over Chan's head. I leaned back completely and let Hyunjin do his magic. He leaned over and started to just lathe at my nipples. His flat tongue ran again and again over me, hands gripping my boobs to hold them in place as Chan kept up his pace below me. The extra sensation to my body was enough to have me clenching again. 

“FUCK!” Chan yelled, suddenly grabbing my hips and tightening his pelvic muscles so that he could bounce me properly. Chan thrusted one last time, holding me tight, pumping his seed inside of me for all he was worth. I could hear Chan breathing heavily under me. I had yet to reach my climax. I had already came twice, so reaching a third was going to be a tall order.

Hyunjin smirked, “Does this mean I’ve won?”

“Hurry up and help her off me or everything I’ve spent inside of her will drip out,” Chan panted. 

Hyunjin helped pull me upwards so that Chan could ease himself out of me. Hyunjin had to cup me to keep Chan’s cum from spilling out of me. He smiled, with a hint of malice. “Look what we have here? Are you all full of Channie’s cum, Sweetheart?”

I nodded, swallowing loudly. Hyunjin always loved his game of cat and mouse. Hyunjin watched Chan clean himself up, his eyes getting darker. He pushed two fingers into me and I rocked against them, needing that stimulation. Hyunjin clucked his tongue at me. “Did I say you could move?”

“Sir!” I protested. I was at my limit, or near it anyways.

Hyunjin shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders. “I believe you asked for a gag. It’s time to put it back on you.”

Chan had just finished zipping up his pants and popped the button. “You want me to grab it?”

Chan should have known what he was about to get into but instead just grabbed the gag from the bedside table where Hyunjin had set it down.  Just in time to watch Hyunjin take his fingers out of me and insert them into his mouth. Both Chan and I’s jaws dropped at the sight. Whatever pushed Hyunjin to do that, I couldn’t quite decipher, but once Hyunjin finished sucking on his fingers, he chuckled. “Don't you like watching your cum drip out of her?”

Chan’s eyes drifted towards my lower half and he cursed when he saw that exact image. His eyes went back to Hyunjin. “What is your game here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin cocked his head, smile widening. “Why, I’m always here to cause chaos.”

Chan scratched the back of his head in frustration. “Just fuck her already.”

Hyunjin saluted smartly, “Yes, Daddy.”

Chan huffed and put the gag on me. “I don’t think you’re getting away so easily with this one, Baby Girl.”

I whimpered in acknowledgement. Chan sighed. “You remember your nonverbal signal, right?”

I nodded. If I couldn’t say my safe word, I was supposed to start humming ‘Livin on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi . I couldn’t use my hands to tap out right now because they were safely tied behind my back. Chan kissed me on my nose and then I was all Hyunjin’s.

Hyunjin gave me a little push and I was face-first into the sheets below me. I whimpered at the contact of the sheets against my nipples. The sheets weren’t rough by any standards but because of the abuse they had taken, and the lube, any contact like that was torture. 

Hyunjin dropped on top of me, holding himself up above me. I could feel the buttons from his shirt brushing my back as he leaned in to whisper to me. “I’ve got you hog tied and all to myself, Sweetheart. I can do whatever I want to you and you can’t do anything. This is right up your alley, isn’t it? A dream come true.” Hyunjin was right. Nothing got me hotter than not having control over my body. “I think next time I’m going to get the horse crop out. How cute would you look with little red marks all over your body between where the ropes are cutting into your sweet skin? Would you like that?”

I nodded again. Hyunjin really just enjoyed hearing himself talk but I didn’t hate it. I clenched and unclenched my fists. Hyunjin noticed and held one of my hands. “Are you sure these ropes are okay for her? Her hands are getting cold,” He accused Chan.

“Her hands are always cold,” Chan dismissed Hyunjin’s worry.

“I’ll be fast, okay, Sweetheart? As much as I want to torture you, I want to get out of these clothes and cuddle too. You’ll let me, right?” I nodded, getting tired and fussy. 

I couldn’t see anything but I could feel Hyunjin’s tip poking at my entrance. I started to wriggle. I really, really, really wanted something inside of me and to come finally. Chan hadn't been able to do it, but the build up had been really nice. I needed this or I was going to be pouting for a week that neither of them took care of me. 

“Such an eager little slut for me, aren’t you?” Hyunjin said, tongue in cheek. “Your Daddy can stretch you, but only your Sir can hit you deep inside hmmm?” He slid inside of me, moaning as some of Chan’s cum gushed out as my pussy made room for him. “You should see this, Sweetheart. I wish you could see my dick moving in and out of you. But instead I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are.”

Goosebumps dotted my skin. Hyunjin always knew exactly what to say. He worked himself inside of me, doing a bit of a figure eight to stretch me out a bit. I whined because I really wished I could see his hips working and that grin he always got when he was excited. Hyunjin held himself up with one hand, the other rubbing my arm reassuringly. “I’ll go quick, I know how impatient you can be.”

My whines evolved into cries as I felt my climax building once again. Hyunjin must have been biting down on his lip again because I couldn’t hear any of his vocal cues. My climax was curling tighter and tighter inside of me. Hyunjin was thrusting deep and hard and fast inside of me, hitting the end of me and it was adding to the pleasure. My tongue was working at the gag in my mouth, making a pool of water on the sheets below me. 

“Come with me, Sweetheart. Come with your Sir.” Upon that command, I was riding out pleasure that felt like it was too much. I saw white behind my eyelids and I cried out at max volume. It came on as waves, my pussy clenching and clenching down on Hyunjin’s cock. I cried each time it hit me. Hyunjin cried out as well, his voice going into that higher pitch that always indicated that he was in fucking heaven. He rode my climax as well, thrusting slowly and bending over to nuzzle the crook of my neck with his nose. “Thank you,” he said, low enough for only me to hear.

Chan moaned, “Oh fuck me.” He must have come over to see all the spunk squelching out of me.

I must have blacked out because when I woke up, the ropes were off, the gag was gone and Chan was massaging my arms, while Hyunjin was taking care of my legs. I went to speak but I had to clear my voice when I did and even then I sounded hoarse. 

Chan shook his head, “Don’t even try it. You’ll just make it worse. Does it hurt or do you just feel used?” I smiled tiredly and he let out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“I’d love to put you in the bath but I don’t think you’ll make it for that long,” Hyunjin pouted. “I cleaned you up at least. No one deserves to go to bed with cum drying on them.”

I shuddered. Even that thought was doing something for me. That put a tiny smile on Hyunjin’s face. “Okay, maybe you’d enjoy it but I want a squeaky clean girl to go to bed with me.”

Someone had put on me some short shorts and one of Chan’s old t-shirts that had worn away with time but always smelled of him. The only thing that was missing was me cuddling up to Chan, with Hyunjin at my back. “Bed?” I squeaked.

“I think you’re going to sleep for fourteen hours straight,” Chan teased, easily scooping me up to bring me closer to the pillows that were back on the bed.

“I’m beat,” Hyunjin said, covering a yawn with his mouth.

“You’re beat?” Chan chuckled, “What about our girl?”

“She’ll sleep for eight hours and then be asking for breakfast,” Hyunjin said with a slight sneer.

“Hyun!” I whined and he relented. “Fine, fine, less talking, more cuddling.”

At last we were in our regular scheduled puppy pile and I sighed contently. Chan kissed the crown of my head and it made my heart swell. Except the devil at my back had to get one last jib in. “Don’t dream about the horse whip, Sweetheart.”

Damn you, Hwang Hyunjin.