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happy-whumper · 3 years ago

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Meet Nathan Phoenix

Look who finally did some writing again! Not gonna lie, I did feel very much inspired to write my favourite creepy bastard Man again by @painsandconfusion's Whumping the Whumpers series-- 👀 (i hope it's alright I tagged you ajsh)

CW: not a lot of whump tbh?, teeny bit of noncon touching (non sexual), swearing, creepy/intimate(?) whumper, mild reference to torture, female whumpee (i think that's all, if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Someone was watching her.

She could feel their eyes fixated on her.

Observing. Analyzing. Watching.

Every move she made they took notice of, like a hunter watching its prey, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

She knew what it felt like to have people look at her. Curious eyes grazing over her, sometimes hovering a bit too long, a certain curiosity in them before they decided to either move along or stay and stare for a while.

Their expressions ranged from disgust over boredom to sadistic amusement.

They always made her feel like an exhibition, something like a zoo animal, caged and displayed to be stared at for someone else's entertainment.

In her case the comparison was almost morbidly accurate.

The thought almost made Olivia laugh, it would have been an icy sound, trying to find amusement in the bitter irony of her situation.

To be fair, she wasn’t in a literal cage, this time at least.

Out of habit she tugged her hands forward, causing the chains attached to them to rattle faintly, making a quiet hollow sound of metal hitting against metal, the sharp edges of the cuffs rubbing against the already irritated skin on her wrists.

It made her feel nauseous.

Trapped, exposed and helpless.

She hated it.

The handler standing a few feet away from her gave her an irritated look, narrowing his eyes.

He was trying to be intimidating though she could sense that he was on edge. But why?

Generally she could think of a few possible explanations, maybe he was new at the job and nervous because of that, worried about her acting up and not knowing how to deal with that. Maybe there was something in his private life bothering him and he was just waiting for his work day to end to go home.

At that she scoffed, a sudden resentment washing over her, making her clench her jaw tightly.

The idea of someone, who sold other human beings being able to just go home at the end of the day, to a normal life, maybe even a loved one or family, caused a hot wave of anger to course through her.

She and so many others like her had exactly that ripped away from them. Stripped of any sense of normality, safety, dignity.

In an attempt to take away their humanity.

And yet, the people who were doing exactly that to them, they got to live their lives. Be happy and careless. Be bothered by trivial problems like what to make for dinner. If they had forgotten an anniversary. What to wear to a date night or a business meeting.

The more Olivia thought about it, the angrier she got. Almost making her forget the watcher for a moment.

“What’s got you so on edge, hm?” Her voice was quiet, barely containing her anger but with a daring undertone, as she kept her eyes locked on the handler.

At first he didn’t react though she could see his shoulders tensing. Interesting…

“Aw, c’mon, I’m not even getting any reaction? Well that’s quite rude, don’t you think? At least an angry glare or something would have been nice.”

“Shut it, Mutt.”

He still didn’t look at her as he almost hissed the words out, making her chuckle to herself.

“Well someone’s a little sensitive, huh?” No response.

“Alright, if you won’t tell me then I’ll just have to guess. Hm…”, she hummed softly, tilting her head to the side as if in thought, “You don’t seem like a newbie, so that’s not it. Is it me? Do you just not like me?”, no reaction again, prompting Olivia to keep going, “Or...are you trying to impress someone?” At that he tensed again, making her smirk triumphantly.

Ah, there it is.

“I said, shut it.” Although he still wasn’t looking at her, his voice had changed ever so slightly. There was a sense of uneasy anticipation to it. As if he was waiting for something.

Or someone. The question is just who…

“Come on, you can tell me. Is there some big surprise show happening that no one told me about? Oh, is a celebrity coming here to take some nice promo pics or something? #Nofilter or-”

As he abruptly turned towards her, she almost flinched. Almost.

Now he was glaring at her, his jaw tense and his fists clenched beside him. Seems like I struck a nerve there huh…

“I said, be quiet. Trust me, you won’t like the consequences, stupid bitch..” Despite the seriousness in his voice, Olivia couldn’t help but let out a sudden laugh.

“Oh shit, trying to scare me now are you? Well that’s just cute really.” She took a step towards him, leaning forward a bit, causing the previous metallic sound to ring out again. “Let me make something very clear though. You don’t scare me. Not even a little bit, quite frankly, if anything you’re boring at most really.”

A daring grin was now sitting on her lips as she arched a brow.

For just a moment she didn’t feel so powerless anymore. She wasn’t scared of him.

Maybe it wasn’t a lot. But it was a small victory. A part of herself she held onto, no matter what happened, she wasn’t going to lose this defiance. Her own act of rebellion.

But as usual, her triumph wouldn’t last long.

The handler had just taken a step towards her, still angrily glowering at her and for a moment she was sure he might actually hit her.

But then he stopped. Looking at something behind her. His eyes got slightly wider, a look of recognition.

Looks like someone found what he’s been looking for…

Suddenly she could feel it again.

Whoever was approaching now was focused fully on her, she could almost feel their gaze burning into the back of her head.

Everything inside her was screaming at her to just turn around and face whoever was moving towards her. But she didn’t. Instead she resisted the urge, staying still. Not wanting to give in.

Something told her, hidden under the increasing unease that just wanted to see what she was dealing with, that she needed to keep her guard up more now than ever. Despite not being fully certain where it came from, she listened to that intuition. Staying still, almost frozen in place as the confident steps came closer and closer.

Almost absently she registered the handler taking a step back, standing up straighter and putting on a more serious, collected and professional facade. But why now?

“Mr. Phoenix, what a pleasure to see you here!” The handler was smiling at the Man that was still just out of Olivia’s view which didn’t help with easing her nerves. Maybe that was exactly the point, some sort of sick mind or power play. Wouldn’t exactly surprise her.

“Ah, the pleasure’s all mine, really. Hm, it’s been quite a while since I have had the opportunity to come to such an event and I have to say, I missed it.” The man’s voice was smooth, entrancing, almost captivating if you weren’t careful.

He seemed calm, relaxed, as if he had no reason to be tense in any way. In contrast to that she noticed the reaction of the handler, he seemed careful almost, it was clear that whoever this “Mr. Phoenix” was, was someone powerful, someone you wanted to impress and have on your side.

A deep and heavy unease settled over her. Olivia knew that those kinds of people never meant anything good.

They knew about the effect they had on people, how to use their power and influence in their interests, what they could easily get away with.

“Well, we are always quite happy to see you here, considering you're one of our fondest customers.” Kiss ass.

The other man chuckled lightly, seemingly amused though it wasn’t quite clear if he was mocking the handler trying to flatter him. “I do appreciate that. And I am hoping to find something today here indeed…”. Something in his tone changed. It was subtle, almost not noticeable… Interest.

Now it seemed genuine, he wasn’t lying or just making small talk now, he was interested in something or--

Oh.

The moment the realisation hit, Olivia’s whole body tensed. Now that he was closer, it suddenly seemed very likely that it had been him who had been watching her.

The thought made her skin crawl and she barely managed to contain a cold shiver running down her spine.

The urge to somehow try to hide herself was almost overwhelming for a moment, wanting to be nowhere near this new stranger.

But despite the growing nervousness, she pushed it down, instead focusing on her always present anger and hatred.

Who even was this guy, thinking he could just watch her like some sort of sick stalker? Fucking gross… It didn’t matter that he seemed to be some sort of influential or powerful person among those people. He didn’t have any power over her and she would keep it that way. The more she thought about it, the more obvious it became.

That’s what he was doing, trying to gain power over others, with the way he spoke and acted.

The realisation gave her a brief moment of calmness. That was something she could hold onto, fighting back the lingering uncertainty that had been feeding into her anxiety.

Well. Let’s see what you got, asshole.

While she had been lost in her own thoughts, the conversation between the two men had continued on, she only managed to catch the last part of the handlers sentence.

“-what you’re looking for.”

“Oh yes, I have no doubts there..Actually, I was quite interested in this one right here.”

As the man stepped in her view, Olivia had to once again resist the urge to step backwards. Her first impression was also reflected in what she was seeing now. He had his hands in the pockets of his pants, they were a mix of casual and more elaborated, which seemed to match up with the way most of the other people in the room were dressed as well. His dark blonde hair looked almost effortlessly styled, as if he wanted people to see that he didn’t need to bother with such things but still wanted to look good, playing into a more relaxed appearance.

But none of those things was what really caught her attention.

The thing that immediately stood out was his eyes. It wasn’t the blue, almost grey-ish colour, although it did have something almost alluring about it.

No, it was what she could see behind them that made her skin crawl. There was a sort of sadistic hunger that reminded her of a predator that was about to strike its prey.

The way he was looking at her, towering over her...for just a moment it made her feel utterly helpless. Small. Completely at his mercy.

But the moment passed and she collected herself again, looking the man in front of her up and down. Clicking her tongue lightly in a more unimpressed way, she shook her head. “Hm...That’s what you were so jumpy about? I gotta say, I am a little disappointed now, I expected something a bit more..impressive.”

The handler was glaring at her again but the man standing in front of her just...laughed. That wasn’t what she had expected, the sudden sound causing the hair on her arms to stand up.

“Ah, we got a feisty one here, huh? Intriguing.”

Olivia just scoffed at that, rolling her eyes at him. “Pff, looks to me like I got a prime example of a rich, disgusting asshole here.”

The man next to her seemed even more pissed off now, seemingly barely keeping back from hitting her or worse but just as he was about to step towards her, the man introduced as Mr. Phoenix put up his hand, immediately stopping the other.

He was still smiling, not a hint of annoyance or irritation. For some reason that only pissed Olivia off even more.

As he took a step closer, she automatically felt her body tense, once again fighting the urge to back up, trying to ignore her quickening heartbeat. Geez that guy is obnoxious...

When he suddenly leaned forward, firmly taking her chin between his fingers, she couldn’t stop herself from flinching away.

Immediately registering the smug and satisfied grin on the man’s face.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The words were hissed through clenched teeth as Olivia tried to pull away from him in an attempt to free herself from his grip. Of course with no success. Typical.

If anything the man looked just more amused by her struggle as he tightened his grip, causing a painful pressure on her jaw to set in.

“Such a pretty little thing…”, he cooed at her, making a deep feeling of disgust settle in her stomach, “You know...that’s always my favourite, pretty but with a little fire in them. Those are always the most fun. Always so stubborn at first, so sure you won’t give in...” He smiled. It was cruel and dark, matching the sadistic glim in his eyes. “I’m sure you would look so pretty bleeding for me. Crying and begging for me to finally make the pain stop…”

His words caused an icy chill to run down her spin, her mouth feeling completely dried out. She wanted to look away but she felt completely paralyzed, unable to pull herself away from his gaze, his words cutting in her consciousness and getting stuck there, infecting everything with a deep, cold fear.

And he knew that. Very well.

Olivia could see it in the way he was still watching her. Looking for any type of weakness, fear, taking it all in for his own, sick amusement. She had seen people like him before. Knew that look all too well.

But this time it was different. She couldn’t quite place it. There was something in his eyes, almost bloodthirsty, not even the smallest hint of compassion or mercy.

But he was just messing with her. As soon as he was done having his fun he would just move on and find someone else to demonstrate his power on.

It made her feel almost relieved for a moment but that was quickly crushed by a sharp guilt.

How could she be relieved at the thought of him doing that to anyone else?

She pushed the thoughts down, she couldn’t afford them right now.

After another moment he finally dropped his hand, taking a step back with a pleased smirk, tilting his head to the side.

He was going to move on and just leave her alone, he had to.

Right?

“You done starring yet?!” The words were out faster than Olivia could even fully think them through, her voice pressed with anger though she noticed the slight unease still sticking to it.

The man just laughed at that again. “Actually...No, not quite.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean now?”

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head about it princess, you’ll see soon enough.”

She cringed at the name, narrowing her eyes while still glaring at him. “If you call me that ever again-”

“Then what? Hm? What are you going to do about it, princess?”, he let out an amused chuckle, “You know what, I can’t wait to find out actually.”

What the hell is he talking about?

After a moment he turned to the handler again, Olivia had almost completely forgotten about him until that point.

For just a second she allowed herself to take a breath. Let herself calm down. Brace herself for whatever would come next.

She had no idea how grateful she would be for that in just another moment.

“Well, what’s your price?”

“What?”

No. No, he can’t..he can’t actually be fucking serious right now!

“I assume she’s still for sale, is she not..? But in that case, I’m sure I can make a better offer anyway.” He smirked, glancing over at her, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Oh no, uh she, she is! Just uhm...Well to be honest I wasn’t really expecting you to take an interest in such a bratty thing is all…”

Nathan chuckled darkly, tilting his head to the side a bit with a cruel smile spreading over his face. “Let me assure you, I honestly prefer it when they have a bit of fire left in them, makes it so much more enjoyable when they do eventually break.” He was talking to the handler but his eyes were fixated on Olivia, making it very clear who the message was for.

“And they all do, no matter how stubborn or ‘strong’, they all break down sooner or later. Everyone has their weak spots, their breaking point. And honestly...I can’t wait to see how beautiful she’ll be when she breaks for me.” Taglist: @starnight-whump @jordanstrophe @froggywhumpy@whumpasaurus101 @as-a-matter-of-whump @jojothepanwithoutaplan @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpsweetwhump @darklyria @screechingqueenmentality (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide.

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you.

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration.

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing.

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys.

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair.

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer.

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed.

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat.

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth.

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”.

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief.

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black.

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall.

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch.

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out.

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence.

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex.

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces.

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement.

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place.

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes.

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin.

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull.

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.”

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