━ nsfw :: cw - mmf
⤷ both of your boyfriends eat you out at the same time ‹𝟹
You were spread out on the bed like a feast, legs shoved wide open as your two boyfriends buried their faces between your thighs. They were absolutely feral for your pussy. One boyfriend shoved his tongue deep inside your dripping hole, fucking you with it in messy, hungry strokes while the other latched onto your swollen clit and sucked hard. They kept aggressively bumping heads, growling and shoving at each other like they were fighting over who got to devour you first.
“Fuck, she tastes so fucking good,” one of them groaned, the deep vibration making your clit throb. The other pushed his face in right beside him, their tongues sliding sloppily together as they both licked and sucked at your soaked folds. They were making out with each other right against your pussy — tongues tangling, swapping your juices back and forth in wet, filthy kisses while they ate you alive. It was so nasty.
Thick strings of your cream and their spit were dripping down your ass as they devoured you. One would suck noisily on your clit while the other tongue-fucked your cunt, then they’d switch, sometimes pulling back just to spit on your pussy before diving back in. Both of them were moaning and grunting loudly into your cunt like starving animals, the sounds wet and obscene. Their stubble scraped against your sensitive skin as they fought for every drop.
One boyfriend locked his mouth around your clit and sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly while shoving two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them against your g-spot. The other kept his tongue flat and wide, licking messily from your asshole all the way up to your clit. You were shaking, thighs squeezing around their heads as you got closer. “Don’t stop— fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you cried, grinding desperately against their faces.
They went even harder. One sucked viciously on your clit while the other tongue-fucked you deep and fast, both of them moaning and growling into your pussy. The overwhelming pleasure hit you like a freight train. You came hard, gushing all over their tongues as they fought to drink every drop, licking and slurping noisily through your orgasm.
Even after you started twitching from overstimulation, they kept going — lazily licking up every creamy drop, occasionally kissing each other with your cum still coating their tongues and dripping down their chins. When they finally pulled back, their faces were a shiny, fucked-out mess, lips swollen and glistening.
ໃ𑄺 ˚ ˖ ۫⠀ ──── 𐔌 ⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄!𝐕𝐈 and her obsession with eating you out ⋆ ˚ ༘ ໒݂𓍼ིྀ. .𓍼ིྀ݂১݀ 𝒸𝓌 ♰ afab!reader ; oral 「 cunnilingus 」 ; fingering ; overstimulation ; implied squirting ; pussydrunk!vi .
“please baby—” she pleads, insatiably. those pouty lips light up a desire inside of you, unleashing the ‘monster’ within her. you match each other’s lust, thankfully, and she wouldn’t have this any other way. whenever she eats you out, vi assures to never leave you unattended.
head placed in between your thighs, tongue lapping at your sensitive clit, tired from the previous rounds. still she can’t get enough of your taste, “just one more for me, please?”
you’ve grown beyond exhausted, your legs have probably stopped functioning. yet, those blue eyes carved a hut inside your heart. she looks up at you as if she was worshipping you, your body, your beautiful body.
you sigh, throwing your head back in order to reflect. “alright, vi” you return your gaze to her, “one more”
all of sudden, her face lightens up. a smile probes at the corner of her mouth. you feel a small grip on your ass, her hand approaches the flesh to give you some balance. the other is busy spreading your thighs and revealing the ache in between; you’re soaked.
clit twitching beneath the air, glistening folds on full display to her welcoming touch. vi comes near, she doesn’t wait a second to dive back into your heat. her lips wrap around the nub, twisting it with her tongue and blowing on it.
you moan, feeling that you might cum in the following minute if she doesn’t slow down the pace. “v-vi! god… take it easy”
she hums into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. her tongue messily laps at your folds, “mh— can’t help it, tastes so good. you taste so good”
without a warning, her index finger slips into your entrance, curling it a little to give the right amount of stimulation to your tired pussy. in the meantime, her lips don’t detach from your crotch for one single moment. for the nth time of the night, you feel overwhelmed with the pleasure.
your back arches off the bed, “shit shit shit… g-gonna cum”
“come for me, cmon”
you don’t even realize when you come, though your vision turns completely white. she fucks you through your orgasm, her finger doesn’t stop pumping into your core as your juices coat it all, from her palm to her forearm.
suddenly, her hand cocks to position on your left thigh. “you’re so sexy. god, i can’t ever resist you”
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part 2 of this. (nsfw)
clois x roommate!reader. 960 wc.
Lois wasn’t the star reporter of the Daily Planet for nothing. She knew how to build a case, verify a source, and—when the situation called for it—manufacture a story out of thin air.
She left the printout right on the kitchen island where Clark couldn't miss it: a neatly formatted "police blotter tip" detailing an alleged midnight arms drop down at the South Harbor docks. Clark, ever the dutiful hero, took the bait without a second thought. He gave Lois a quick peck on the cheek, shot you a warm, innocent smile over his shoulder, and vanished into the night air.
The second the balcony door clicked shut, Lois turned around, a wicked, triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “He’s gonna be searching empty shipping containers for at least two hours,” she purred, walking straight into your room and locking the door behind her.
She didn't waste a second. She pushed you back onto the mattress, straddling your lap. Her fingers made short work of your clothes, her mouth hot and greedy against your neck as she worked two fingers slick and deep inside you, driving a broken, breathless moan straight from your chest.
“Look at you,” Lois teased, her voice a low, raspy hum against your collarbone as her thumb found your clit, working a fast, unforgiving rhythm that had your hips bucking off the sheets. “So easy to undo. Clark has no idea how much better I take care of you, does he?” She rode you out until your legs were shaking and your mind was complete mush, smugly savoring every single high-pitched whimper she dragged out of your throat.
When Clark finally flew back through the living room window a little after two in the morning—windblown, frustrated, and entirely empty-handed—Lois was already fast asleep beside him, looking like a total angel. But Clark Kent wasn't stupid.
The next afternoon, revenge was served cold. Knowing Lois had been desperately trying to pin down an exclusive interview with a notoriously reclusive senator for three weeks, Clark casually mentioned over his morning coffee that the senator’s press secretary had just leaked a surprise pop-up briefing across town.
Lois practically choked on her bagel. She snatched her tape recorder, knocked over her chair in her rush to get out the door, and yelled a quick goodbye as the front door slammed shut behind her. The apartment went completely still.
You were standing by the kitchen counter, holding a mug of tea, when Clark turned around. The shy posture instantly melted away, replaced by the heavy, towering presence of a man who knew exactly what game was being played. His blue eyes locked onto yours, dark and completely unblinking. “A fake tip, huh?” Clark murmured, stepping into the kitchen with grace.
Your heart hammered against your ribs as he closed the distance. “Clark, I—” Before you could finish, his large, warm hands clamped around your waist. He hoisted you straight up, setting you back against the edge of the granite counter. Your tea mug clattered uselessly onto the surface as he stepped directly between your knees, trapping you under his broad frame.
“You thought it was funny?” he rumbled, leaning down until his lips were brushing the shell of your ear. His large hand slid down, unbuttoning your jeans with one smooth flick of his wrist. “Watching me run all over the city while she had you writhing on your bed?”
“Clark—” a soft gasp broke from your lips as his calloused fingers shoved your lace panties aside, finding you already hot and damp.
“She’s clever,” he growled softly, nipping at your jawline just hard enough to leave a faint mark—a subtle mark Lois wouldn't be able to miss later. “But she doesn't own you, sweetheart. And I think you need a reminder of who really knows how to take care of you.”
He didn't ease you into it. Driven by a dark, possessive streak, Clark lined himself up and drove deep inside you in one heavy, relentless stroke, pinning you flat against the cabinet doors behind you. A high, wrecked cry tore from your throat, your fingers instantly knotting into the fabric of his flannel shirt. The sheer size and heat of him stretched you wide, filling you so completely that your eyes rolled back in your head.
“Fuck…” Clark let out a low, rough groan, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as his hips began a steady, punishing roll. He fucked you slow, deep, and utterly mercilessly right there on the kitchen island, every heavy thrust driving the air straight out of your lungs.
His hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip to catch the needy whimpers spilling out of you. “Tell me,” he rasped, his eyes burning into yours with an intense, dark heat as he buried himself all the way to the hilt, making your thighs tremble uncontrollably. “Who feels better? Hmm? Tell me, baby.”
“You—fuck, Clark, you,” you sobbed out, completely surrendering to the sweet, overwhelming fog of overstimulation as he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning fast and brutal against your core.
He drove you straight over the edge, holding you tightly against his chest as your body clenched violently around him. Clark let out a guttural growl, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he followed you over, his hot weight crushing you pleasantly against the granite.
By the time Lois realized the senator wasn't even in the state and came fuming back into the apartment an hour later, you were sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of water with trembling hands—while Clark stood innocently at the sink, washing the dishes with a small, terribly satisfied smile.
(nsfw)......Being roommates with Clark and Lois, not thinking much of being roomies with a couple — that is, until they both start fucking you behind each other's backs.
You never thought much of crashing in the spare room of Clark and Lois’s apartment. They were the perfect couple—him with his shy smile and glasses perpetually askew, her with that razor-sharp wit. Just cheap rent in Metropolis, and you figured the walls were thick enough. Until they weren’t.
It started with Clark. One night, the power went out during a storm. Lois was chasing a lead downtown. You found him in the kitchen, shirt unbuttoned, muscles shifting under moonlight. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, voice low. Next thing you knew, he had you bent over the counter, hands pinning your wrists, dick stretching you open in deep, relentless strokes while he whispered apologies that sounded more like prayers. “Just needed you… fuck, you feel so good.” You came so hard you saw stars.
Three nights later, Lois cornered you in the laundry room. She tasted like coffee and sin, fingers sliding under your waistband while she smirked against your mouth. “Clark’s an idiot if he thinks I don’t notice how you walk after he’s had you.” Then she dropped to her knees, tongue working you until your legs shook, two fingers curling just right while she looked up with those knowing eyes.
Now it’s a delicious, filthy secret. Clark fucks you slow and devastating in the mornings when Lois is in the shower, hand over your mouth so you don’t moan his name too loud. Lois fucks you on the couch some afternoons, nails raking down your chest, whispering how much tighter you get when you’re trying not to get caught.
They still kiss each other goodnight like nothing’s changed. But every shared glance across the dinner table now holds heat—two predators circling the same prey, unaware they’re both already feasting. And you? You’re just trying not to smile too wide when they ask how your day was.
oh my GOSH i just saw ur marvel rivals p links AND ur gambit overstim one and im BEGGING you to do more gambit x rogue x reader whether it’s p links or writing i just NEED them 😭🙏
Gambit and Rogue having you as their little pet <3
Author’s note: I’m a simple bisexual whore, I see two hot characters with southern accents and I immediately want to be kneeling in front of them. Maybe this is too self indulgent oops, btw this is set when Rogue can control her power
nsfw 18+, fem reader + bisexual reader, threesomes obvs, pet play, pussy eating, blowjobs, all that good stuff
With a relationship as strong as theirs, most people around them figured nothing could shake their bond. That nobody could have the power to turn either of their heads.
One of those is true; their bond has never been stronger. And since having their head’s turned, their relationship has never been better.
It all started with Remy. A womanizer at heart, when he’d seen you with your tight skirt, moving things into your office ahead of your new position as a creative writing teacher at Xavier’s institute. With an easy smile, he charmed you completely, helping you with your things and playfully moving your hair away from your eyes. The feelings that blossomed in your chest filled you with excitement and shame, the wedding band gleaming from his finger catching your eye.
That guilt for feeling so affected by his flirtation lasted until you met his wife. She was taller than you expected, her thick hair cascading down her back as she lulled you in to an easy conversation. Taken aback by her closeness, you remember having to fight the heat rising to your cheeks when she laughed and traced her fingers along your arm.
Little did you know they’d both discussed you, and when you were suddenly confronted with the opportunity to be able to sleep with two of the hottest x-men you’d seen in your life, you’d have been a fool to say no.
Which began your unconventional relationship with them. Everyone around you just thought it was sweet, how close friends you were with the pair. Little did they know the predicaments you found yourself in when you’d slip into their room at night.
“Me and Remy always used t’argue about who’d get to be in charge,” Anna-Marie would say, looking down at your sweet obedient face. “Now we have you.”
Some nights you’d be on your back, body jolting with every rough trust of Remy’s dick inside your soaked pussy. For such a big talker, you were surprised he had the size to back it, as ever drag of his hips had your cunt stretched oh so deliciously. Not that you could vocalise it, since atop your mouth was Anna-Marie’s pussy as she ground down on your tongue. Her thighs were settled on either side of your face, but you could still hear them talking.
“Mon dieu she’s so tight.” Gambit slurred out, rocking his cock in and out.
“She’s such a good girl.” Rogue replied, her hips stuttering as she thoroughly used your mouth.
Above you, the couple held hands, leaning forward and kissing sloppily. Using you like a toy was clearly thrilling for the pair, and was making your cunt gush.
Some times, you’d be granted a fleeting moment of control. Remy on his knees, switching between feasting on your wet cunt or Anna-Marie’s. His balance was wobbling, with his hands tied behind his back, but his smile showed exactly how much he loved being on the floor. Or perhaps Anna-Marie is in that position, sucking Remy off as your hand is in her hair, piloting her movements. While you could call some of the shots, one of them always had the control.
Other times, Anna-Marie would strap herself up, fucking you on your hands and knees as you bobbed your head up and down Remy’s hard dick. His hand gently stroked your cheek, allowing you to control the pace, satiated with the view of his wife giving it to you good.
“You’re fuckin’ her brains out there chère.” He’d laugh, suppressing a groan as a particularly good thrust had you taking more of him down your throat.
“It’s a pretty good workout.” She’d reply, giving your ass a spank. “She just looks too cute.”
“I know mon amour, like our own little pet.”
That word. Pet. It ignited something in the three of you, something so naughty and hot and downright intoxicating. So when Remy invited you both to their room one night, a devious smirk on his face, you knew it spelt trouble.
“C’mon sugar, why ain’t you tellin’ us what’s got y’so excited?” Rogue says, still in her green and yellow outfit, shrugging her jacket off.
“He hasn’t told you?” You ask, head tilted to which she laughs and shakes her head.
“He wasn’t in the danger room trainin’ with the others.”
“No I was not.” He says proudly, a bag in his hand. “I took a little trip.”
You watch as he digs around in the bag, before looking back up at you.
“Now mon chaton, would you do me the honour of closin’ those pretty little eyes.”
You oblige him, eyelids fluttering closed. A streak of nerves and excitement jolt through your spine as you stand there. He clearly takes something out of the bag, given Rogue’s excited little giggle.
“You trust me, trust us, don’t you?” He asks, to which you nod instinctively.
Another breath, and then you feel something around your throat. Your back goes stiff, as you feel a buckle close and something remain around your neck.
“Can I open my eyes now?” You ask softly, to which Rogue gives you the all clear.
Your eyelids open, and you can’t help the breath that catches in your throat. While you can’t see exactly the type of collar he’s put on you, you can see the gold chain that runs from your neck to his hand.
His smirk speaks volumes, before he gives the chain an experimental tug, causing you to stumble forward.
“Oh this’ll do mighty fine.” He coos, before handing the leash to his wife.
She giggles again, pulling on the chain so you stumble towards her. Her hands come up to the collar, feeling the material and making you lean into her touch.
“Don’t you look the part now sugar, our little pet.” She says lowly, her eyes darkening with lust. “But pets don’t walk on two feet do they?”
The couple laugh as you get flustered, dropping to your knees before they walk over to the bed, giving eachother a kiss.
“C’mon then baby, atta girl.” Remy says, patting his thigh to encourage you. With a moment to breath, you start to crawl over to them, your leash trailing behind you. As you reach the pair, Anna-Marie gives your hair a stroke, before her husband begins to unbuckle his belt.
It isn’t long before his cock is down your throat, drool leaking out of your mouth as you moan around him. He groans, throaty and low as he grips the sheets, the sight of you nearly making him cum prematurely.
You look up at him submissively, tears in the corners of your eyes as you gag softly at the thickness. Anna-Marie has her hand gripped firmly at the roots of your hair, ensuring you can’t wriggle out of her grasp.
“There we go, ain’t you doin’ so well for me and Remy. Makin’ him feel so good.”
Her praise makes you more determined, hands politely in your lap, as you relax your throat as best you can. His hips buck up instinctively.
“Si bon…such a good girl.” He grits out, watching the collar on your neck as his cock sinks in farther.
With a few more drags of your mouth from Rogue’s grip, he’s cumming in your mouth with a loud moan. You do your best to gulp down most of it, but when she finally lets you pull off some leaks out as you swallow and catch your breath.
“Messy pet.” Rogue chastises, wiping some cum from your lips and chin before stuffing her finger in your mouth.
As you suck, Gambit clearly recovers from his orgasm, rolling his neck.
“And you ain’t done yet. Gonna service both of y’owners.”
After his words, he leans down to grip the leash, tugging so you’re on the bed with both of them.
“Get comfy chère.” He winks at Anna-Marie, as she starts to shimmy out of her outfit. He grips your chin, making you watch her undress, your thighs clenching desperately to stop the ache. “Ain’t she just a vision pet.”
“Alright stop y’starin’ and get her in position.” The woman laughs, falling back into the pillows, thick hair spreading out around her like a halo.
Remy wastes no time in bending you over, pushing you at eye level with Anna-Marie’s pussy. He hands the leash to her, before she tugs harshly. Your mouth is on her, and you waste no time in delving into her slick. Your tongue tastes her, eating her slowly and deliberately.
She moans, back arching a little as she holds a tight grip on the leash. Her husband watches for a few minutes, always mesmerised by the image of her in pleasure. But before long, he’s ripping a hole in your tights, grinning at you obeying his instruction to not wear any underwear.
As you lick circles on her clit, Remy pushes a surprise finger into your cunt, the sensation causing you to moan against her. She keeps you snug against her, loving the vibrations of your noises.
“So wet f’us, you like bein’ our pretty pet. All ours to use.”
His voice settled in your ears, along with his two fingers now to the knuckle inside of you. He pumps them rhythmically, almost obsessively. For god knows how long you’re trapped in a dizzying haze of pleasure. Of your tongue licking up every last drop of Anna-Marie, of Remy’s fingers rubbing against that spot inside of you that makes you whine. But from both of them, all you can hear is the same phrase. The phrase that has you toppling into an orgasm.
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3racha x fem!reader
genre ✧・₊ mmmf smut (w/ a little plot)
warnings ₊ ✧ ˚ changbin's birthday surprise (it's FILTHY), foursome, mmmf, switch!jisung, "hard" dom!chan, switch!changbin, soft dom!reader (i'm horrible at classifying these lol), sharing is caring, mxm, oral (m & f receiving), implied past sexual relations, unprotected sex (be safe!), p in v, anal (mxm), anal fingering/prep, riding, cum eating, mentions of spit, creampie, kissing (do i bother mentioning this at this point lol), aftercare, i think that's all
part one
✧ ₊˚. ⋆ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆ ⁺₊ ✧
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“You know how we’ve been talking about telling Binnie?” Jisung asks on a whim. Chan spun in his desk chair, his eyes wide—but Jisung kept his focus on you, laying on the opposite side of Chan’s bed.
“Yeah? Why?” You rest your phone on your chest, looking up as Jisung moves closer to you.
“Would you kill me if I said we already told him?”
“Jisung—” Chan tried but you were already laughing.
“Really?” You chuckle softly. “What does he think?”
“Uh…” Jisung glances at Chan, obviously a little taken aback by your nonchalance.
“What? Did you think I would be upset?” You look between the two idols.
“I mean, kinda.” Chan shrugged, looking a little sheepish.
You smiled, “I’m shocked you haven’t asked if he could join yet.”
“Well…”
“Actually…”
They both trailed off at the same time.
“Will you just ask?” You prompt, sitting up.
“We were hoping you’d help us with a little birthday surprise for Bin.” Chan explained.
“I assume that’s separate from the surprise party Felix is planning?” You tease.
“Felix is planning a surprise party!?” Jisung exclaimed, looking from you to Chan with an adorably upset expression etched on his face.
Chan sighs, rolling his eyes, “He wasn’t going to tell you until the day because you—” He pokes Jisung’s chest, “Have a habit of spoiling things.”
“I do n—”
“Ji,” you place a hand on his shoulder, “I can’t even go and Felix told me about it.”
“That’s not fair—wait, why can’t you go?”
“Work.” You groan, flopping back on the bed with your hands above your head. “I couldn’t get someone to cover me and unfortunately a party isn’t enough of an emergency, though I’m sure Lix would disagree.”
“You still get off at seven though, yeah?” Chan asks. You hum an affirmative, eyes trained on Chan’s string lights—framing his room and glowing a warm purple. You always felt so calm in Chan’s room, you’ve known him the longest of all the Stray Kids members and he’s always put you at ease. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, the two boys chatting quietly a couple feet from you working as white noise. You’d been forced to work overtime this past week after one of your coworkers called out and no one else could cover the shift. The only reason you offered is because you know she has kids and she’s covered shifts of yours in the past, it was only fair (and you’re nice). But you were drained, body and mind, it was nice to let yourself sink into Chan’s plush comforter and relax.
You felt the bed shift under you, shaking slightly, enough for you to open your eyes. You see Jisung hovering over you, a funny look on his face. You couldn’t quite place the expression.
“Can I help you?” You giggle. You’d hardly finished the sentence before his lips were on yours. Jisung’s lips were always a little chapped, never to the point of discomfort but he had a habit of licking his lips frequently. You were quick to reciprocate, lifting your hand to rest on the back of his neck, humming contently as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away, you laughed again.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute.” He grins down at you.
“You’re pretty cute too, Ji.” You pinch his flushed cheek, causing him to cry out and back away—though you knew he was playing it up.
“So you’re in?” Chan asks, ignoring Jisung.
You nod, “Hell yeah! Just let me know what exactly you wanted to do and I’ll be there.”
“Perfect.”
"Haven't there been enough surprises today?” Changbin grumbles as he’s led back into his room. You had been waiting on his bed for the last ten minutes or so, Jisung having snuck you into the apartment after everyone left. Hyunjin had been kind enough to leave for the night (aka bribed by Chan), so the four of you had the apartment to yourself.
You crawled forward on the bed—dolled up in a dark blue babydoll dress you’d bought for the occasion—and waited for the boys to sit him down.
“Trust me, Binnie. You’ll like this.” Chan says, his hands tight over the younger’s eyes. Jisung had one of his hands, leading him towards the bed before stepping to the side. Chan spun him around, gently pushing him to sit.
“Come on!” Changbin whined, though he kept his eyes closed as Chan pulled his hands away. You crawled forward, replacing Chan’s with your comparably smaller hands over Changbin's eyes and leaning closer to his ear.
“Happy Birthday, Binnie.” You murmured, low and sultry. He only jumped slightly, head turning a hair towards you, giving you easier access to his quickly reddening ears. “You can open your eyes.”
“Y/N?” He mumbles, eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Hi, handsome.” You grin, moving lower to press a chaste kiss behind his ear. He shivers, slowly turning to look at you.
“What are you doing—” His jaw dropped, eyes going wide as he took in the sight of you. “...here.”
You giggle, “I hear you’ve been wanting to join us. I’m here to make that wish come true.”
“Seriously?” He asks, letting you crawl onto his lap. “I’m not dreaming?”
“No, baby.” You lean down, pressing your lips to his neck and suckling softly. “I‘m real.” You slur slightly, trailing up to his jaw, being sure to leave a couple faint marks behind. Once you were satisfied, you moved back, pushing Changbin to lay down on the bed before sliding off his lap.
He let out an annoyed grumble as you stepped away, joining the other two men in front of him.
“This is your night, Binnie. Who do you want to see first?” Chan asks. “We’re here to give you a show.” Changbin took a second to realize what he was asking. He tilted his head, smiling at Jisung.
“Ji, you first.” Changbin ordered. Jisung seemed to be playing up his shyness as he stepped forward, slowly stripping off his shirt. But with the way Changbin was looking at him, that’s exactly what he wanted. Finally Jisung kicked off his boxers and took a step back.
“Channie next.” Chanbin said, still looking at Jisung. Chan moved forward, going much slower than Jisung had. It made sense, Chan had the most experience with strip teases (on stage at least), so he knew how to get a reaction out of his audience.
Once Chan was nude, Changbin’s gaze fell to you. You smiled sweetly, hands clasped in front of you like this was the most normal, innocent thing you could be doing on a friday night.
“Y/N…” He tilted his head at you, eyes trailing up and down. “Can you keep the dress on? You look so good in it, just take off your panties.” You nod, moving closer to him before you slowly slid your matching blue panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them.
“Okay, Bin.” Chan said, his demeanor changing suddenly. “Your turn.” Changbin’s eyes went slightly wide as Chan moved towards him. It was clear Changbin was no longer the one giving orders as Chan stripped him down, pushing him into the middle of the bed.
“You’re gonna be good, huh Binnie?” Chan cooed, kneeling at the end of the bed. Changbin nodded, fighting the smile that was attempting to spread across his face. “Something funny?”
“N-no.” Changbin pursed his lips, swallowing as he watched Chan pull a bottle of lube from his bedside table. Changbin was quick to spread his legs, giving Chan room to settle between them. He spread lube across his fingers, bracing himself on the bed as he slowly pushed two inside Changbin. His eyes fluttered and a quiet groan escaped his throat. Changbin bit his lip, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
“You never told me he was this cute.” You look playfully towards Jisung who was staring at Changbin with adoration in his eyes.
“He so rarely lets us do this… it’s nice to see him let go.” Jisung crawls onto the bed, settling next to Changbin’s head and lazily playing with his hair. Changbin leaned into the touch, letting Jisung take one of his hands so he could squeeze. You followed suit, throwing your leg over Changbin’s waist and settling on his stomach—letting your hands trail down his body. Gripping his broad shoulders, then tracing across his collarbones and down to his pecks. His eyes darted from your face, to your body, to your hands, then back again—trying to decide what to focus on.
“Are you sensitive, Binnie?” You ask, your thumbs grazing over his nipples. Changbin sucked in a quick breath, nodding as his eyes met yours once again. “Good.”
You lean down, dragging your tongue across his nipple before latching your lips around it—suckling softly as Changbin continues to whine and whimper, Chan’s fingers slowly pumping in and out.
Once you’d made a mess of both his nipples, now red and covered with a thin sheen of spit, you slowly slid further down his abdomen. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you slid your slick folds over his length. Changbin bucked up, one of his hands flying to grip your hip. You ‘tsked’ at him, looking to Jisung who quickly took his other hand.
“No touching yet, Binnie.” You scolded with a warm smile. “Let us spoil you.”
Chan—deciding Changbin had been prepped enough—crawled higher on the bed, spreading more lube over his hard cock. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at Binnie.
“You ready, big boy?” He asked, a cock grin on his face. You loved when Chan got like this, he was always the one who teased. But this was new, seeing him from a new perspective, watching as he teased someone else.
Changbin nodded, again bucking his hips impatiently.
“Words, Changbin.” Jisung murmured in his ear, still holding tight to his hands.
“Y-yes, ple-please…” He choked out, swallowing thickly. Chan looked at you, waiting for a nod before sitting back and lining himself up with Changbin's clenching hole. You did the same, lifting yourself onto your knees and taking Changbin’s flushed and leaking dick in your hand, teasing it between your pussy lips.
You move at the same time, smiling when Changbin gasps at the duel sensation, his eyes rolling backward as he pulls at Jisung’s grip. Changbin wasn’t as large as Chan, though he was noticeably thicker. You felt the stretch of him as you slowly bottomed out, giving yourself a moment to adjust. Chan groaned behind you, huffing a laugh as he pulled out and pushed back in again.
“Fuck, Binnie—” Chan sighed, you could almost hear the smile on his face. “You’re so f-fucking tight… why did we—agh—wait so long to do this again?”
“Ch-Channie—” Changbin moans, his back arching as Chan slid back inside. Once you had adjusted enough, you slowly slid his cock back out, keeping the tip inside before you sank back down.
“Binnie, baby…” You moan, sighing as you slowly rock your hips against him. “You’re stretching me so good.” Changbin fought Jisung’s hold, though it was half-hearted at best, looking up at you, eyes pleading. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, watching as his eyes glazed over.
You and Chan quickly found a rhythm, once you both found a pace you could maintain, you started to alternate. Chan pushed in, you pulled off, you slid down, Chan pulled out, over and over again. Changbin was loud, unable to hold back his pleasure.
“You need something to keep your mouth busy, Bin?” Chan asked, slightly out of breath.
“J-Ji?” Changbin looked up at the younger man, his eyes pleading.
Jisung smiled softly, releasing his hold on his hyung’s hands and moving to bracket Changbin’s head with his knees. He tapped his tip on Changbin’s lips, waiting for him to part them before sliding inside. He didn’t go very far, just enough for Changbin to suck on the tip—continuing to whine, though it was now muffled.
Jisung clearly wasn’t concerned about his own pleasure—at least not yet—forcing himself to focus on Changbin and what he needed. You and Chan however, had lost your coordination, getting distracted with your own gratification.
“Shit!” Chan groans, his pace increasing, pounding against Chanbin’s prostate as he chased his release. Changbin’s back arched and he took Jisung further into his mouth, whining loudly as Chan finished inside. You were close behind rocking your hips as Changbin’s cock brushed over your g-spot.
“B-Binnie—Binnie, baby, are you close?” You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Jisung’s dick fell from his lips as he lifted his head. He was flushed and glistening with sweat, his eyelids heavy as he nodded. “Come for me, handsome. I wanna… feel your cum inside me.”
The idea seemed to be enough to push Changbin over the edge, he groaned loudly—his warm seed spilling inside you, enough it was spilling out of you. You let out a high pitched squeal, leaning back as your orgasm washed over you. Chan was quick to catch you, letting you catch your breath as you lent against his damp chest.
After a minute, you rolled onto your back—melting into the bed, Changbin’s cum slowly leaking onto the sheets. Chan smirked, looking from between your legs to your fucked out expression.
“Holy shit.” Changbin said, having finally come back to reality.
“You okay to keep going?” Chan asked. He was asking everyone, though his eyes were trained on you. Once you nodded, giving him a playful smile, he looked to his band members.
“Jisung still needs to finish.” Changbin said, sitting up. It was clear Jisung was trying to hide his need, and failing horribly. His cock was hard and heavy against his abdomen, and his cheeks were as red as his tip.
You turned your head to look at him, crooking a finger, “Come here, baby.” Jisung was quick to obey, crawling closer to you on the bed. He settled at your side, pressing his thighs together painfully. You cooed softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Have we been neglecting you?”
“I… ‘m okay.” He mumbles. “This is about Changbin-hyung.”
“It’s alright, Jisung.” Changbin moved behind him, letting his hands rest on the younger’s hips. “You know I like to give as much as receive.”
“But… it’s your birthday. We should be spoiling you.” He looked over his shoulder at Changbin, you could tell he wasn’t being completely honest. Changbin seemed to enjoy it though, pushing Jisung to ask for what he wanted. “I’ll pick the position if it’ll make you feel better.”
Jisung nodded quickly.
“Okay, Ji.” Changbin smiles. “Why don’t you settle between Y/N’s legs?” Jisung obeyed, moving between your legs, arms hooked around your thighs with his ass in the air. He looks up at you with his big boba eyes and you wink at him. Just as he’s about to lean down, Chan smacks his ass. The slap echoes in the room and Jisung yelps.
“God, such a greedy little thing.” Chan huffs.
“Why don’t you get on the bed, Channie, up by Y/N. I’ll take care of Ji.” Changbin slides off the bed, standing behind Jisung. Chan nods, taking his place and moving closer to you. He lifts your head to rest on this thigh and you can’t help but lick your lips, his cock resting in his lap—slowly getting hard again.
Changbin’s switch up was bazaar, but beyond sexy to see. How he could go from whining and subby to commanding and gruff within a few minutes you didn’t quite understand. Not that you were going to complain.
Changbin started to prep Jisung, using the same lube Chan had grabbed. His other hand pushed the back of Jisung's head—fingers tangled in his hair—until he was pressed against your core. Jisung was quick to stick out his tongue, sucking and lapping at your pussy—the tang of Chan and your release on his tongue. Your toes curled when he sucked your clit onto his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Your eyes rolled back and you felt Chan brush hair out of your face. Looking up at him, you again licked your lips before leaning forward, taking him in your hand and pressing chaste kisses to his tip. You didn’t take him into your mouth right away, instead pumping him slowly with your hand as you gave his head little kitten licks. Growing impatient, his hand traveled to the back of your head and slowly pushed you down. You welcomed the control, sticking out your tongue and dropping your jaw.
You sucked in a breath when Jisung moaned loudly against your cunt, Changbin having pushed into his puckered asshole.
“Fuck, Ji…” Changbin groaned, “Quit clenching like that and let me in.” Jisung whimpered, his eyes rolling back, nails digging crescents into your thighs.
“Focus on me, babygirl.” Chan said, his voice low. You took him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and starting to bob your head up and down. Chan set the pace, his hand still gripping your hair.
“A-argh!” Jisung whined, his forehead pressed against your abdomen as Changbin pounded into him from behind. “Chang-Changbin, fuck!”
“You can take it, pretty boy.” Changbin cooed, gripping tight to his hips.
At the back of your mind, you wondered how this would’ve gone had Hyunjin not left. If you’d all been forced to stay quiet to avoid disturbing the artist. Part of you would’ve hated not being about to hear them, whining, moaning, groaning with pleasure. The other half of you can’t help but imagine how they’d sound muffled, biting the back of their hands, shoving whatever they could between their lips to smother the sound. Maybe another time.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Chan asked, smiling fondly down at you. You didn’t answer, only taking him deeper, trying not to choke as he tapped the back of your throat. Chan hissed, head falling back. Your efforts were interrupted as Jisung resumed his assault on your clit, dragging his tongue quickly back and forth.
You gagged, pulling off Chan and taking a deep breath. Chan didn’t protest, letting his hand replace your mouth, moving lazily up and down. You gripped the sheets under you, back arching as Jisung pushed you closer to a second orgasm.
“Ji—Ji!” You moan, your cunt clenching around nothing as he pushed you over the edge. Jisung drank it all, slurping obscenely as Changbin continued to move behind him.
It took you a few minutes to come back to reality, noticing that Changbin had moved Jisung next to you, burying himself fully as Jisung sunk into the bed.
You turned over, on your hands and knees as you took Chan back into your mouth. He seemed a little shocked, his questioning words dying in his throat as you swallowed him down. He came quickly choking out moans as his cock twitched in your mouth. Slowly pulling off him, you showed him your white coated tongue. He stared in awe as you swallowed, taking a second to process before surging forward. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips, pulling you to straddle his lap.
Behind you, Jisung was gripping the sheets for dear life, Changbin slamming into him again and again. They came at the same time, Jisung’s release soaking into the bed covers as Changbin pulled out and watched his cum seep out of Jisung’s gaping hole.
Once you and Chan finally pulled away, you all took a few minutes to come down, heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
You took turns going to the bathroom in pairs, Changbin took Jisung first to him up while you and Chan changed the sheets. Once you’d all taken a quick shower and changed into more comfortable clothes— Changbin lending you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt—you settled on his freshly made bed.
Chan had pulled you against his side, your legs thrown over Jisung’s lap as he sat between Changbin’s legs.
“So… what did you think of your birthday present?" You ask with a playful grin.
Changbin huffs a laugh, “Best birthday ever.”
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“Come on, boys, I need some head too.” She drawled leaning back in the chair.
We were on the bed in front of her. One on the top of the other, engaged in some good old 69ing.
I was lying on top of my rival, his dick firmly lodged down my throat as I gave a muffled response, which was meant to be, “yes Miss”, but ended up being some unintelligible sound.
Just then I felt the warm mouth around my cock move away, confused I stopped and looked.
“I need to taste you so badly, Miss.” He said in a hoarse voice from below me.
“Then make him come first, baby. Quick.” She said smoothly. A easy smile on her face and eyes glinting.
She was such a sight. Naked, and legs spread to let us see our prize, which glistened with wetness.
I was transfixed. Just then I felt his tongue circling my tip, and then he took me deep in his mouth. His hands fondling my balls.
I groaned with pleasure while cursing myself internally for stopping.
I took him in my mouth again. But he was sucking me off with renewed vigour, tongue working perfectly.
I felt myself getting closer to cumming and panic tricked in.
In the heat of the moment, I took my middle finger, covered it with as much spit possible and forced it in his hole.
I felt his body stiffen and heard a muffled groan. But, this time I didn’t stop and started to suck him deeply as I finger fucked him.
He forced his finger down my hole as well but it was too late, I could already feel his body trembling.
And sure enough, I felt his hole tighten around my finger and then his cock was spattering cum right into my mouth.
I immediately sat up when his twitching cock had leaked his last drop off cum in my mouth, pushing him away.
I looked over at her, opened my mouth to show her his cum sill in there, and then swallowed.
She let out a deep breath, a slight shiver going through her.
“You won. Come on, claim your prize.” She said, huskily, opening up her legs more.
I got off to bed, crawled on all fours towards her muttering “thank you, thank you so much”.
Synopsis: You and Billie meet up late at night with some wine and unfinished feelings. What starts as a casual hangout quickly turns into something heated
CW: Alcohol consumption, oral sex, fingering, Soft Dom!Billie, Sub!Reader, No use of Y/n
A/N: i kinda lost the plot toward the end, also, am I the only one that feels weird writing for Billie now?? Actually idc, i'm just a girl.
WC: 1.1k
Purple - Billie, blue - reader :)
You're not sure how you ended up here, 1:30am, wine drunk in Billie's apartment. But you're not complaining. Her scent fills the room; a warm blend of vanilla and musk. It's a warmth you want to sink into, a softness that feels a little dangerous. You're sitting next to her, crisscrossed on her couch, pouring yourself another glass of wine, trying to mask the growing tension that's creeping up your spine.
The muted hum of some show plays faintly in the background, its dialogue blending into the sound of the bustling city below. But you barely notice it. You take a sip. You haven't said much. Not really. You've shared a couple of laughs, but not a true conversation. You honestly don't remember what drew you here, what made you answer her text, something about "for old times' sake" and an"I miss your company," But here you are, a rush creeping up alongside your wine-soaked thoughts.
The alcohol thickens your senses. Your mind begins to spiral, wondering what might happen, what Billie wants from you, what you've wanted from her for so long. You're thoughts are quickly interrupted. Billie picks up the remote and turns off the TV.
"Fuck this shit, i'm bored" she says fixing herself a glass of wine and draining it down in an instant.
"Me too." You admit softly, avoiding her gaze.
"C'mon, love, talk to me, how's life? Haven't seen you in a while. You still with that guy- gosh, what's his name?"
You sigh, "Alex?" you say dryly.
"Yeah, that guy." "God no! You were right, he was a fucking dickhead" she smirks, you feel her eyes on you, your face grows hot. "I know 'em when I see 'em."
She stands up, her thrifted tee that's two sizes too big, draping far past her shorts. She crosses the room from behind you to her record player. She picks out a vinyl from her collection. "There's a song on here that reminds me of you," She said, fidgeting with her record player. You can't help but think of how many times she's listened to it on repeat, a new scenario of you playing out in her head every time the song comes on.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?"
You walk towards her, backing her up on a wall, closing the space between you. For a second, you see something in her eyes, something lustful. She falters, sliding past you into the kitchen while shaking her head. You follow her. She sits at her kitchen island.
"I can't-"
"Why not?"
You cut her off. You stand in front of her, your knee between her legs, slowly parting her thighs. "That's what nights like these are for." The feeling of control buzzes through your veins, you think of how you're making such a flirt all tense just by your presence. She lets out a shaky breath before slowly looking up at you, tilting her head. She reaches up to tug you softly by the collar of your shirt, drawing you in closer.
You can smell the alcohol on her breath. "You make it so hard for me to pretend I care about anything else but you right now". Her hungry eyes stare right into yours. She gets up, letting go of your shirt, holding your chin instead.
"Fuck..You don't know what you do to me," she says, grazing your cheek
"I wanna know," you whisper
"This is all I ever think about, you and I, I can't help it."
"I want you, bils... bad."
That was all she needed to hear. She lifts you onto the counter, and your lips find hers. Her hands fall to your waist as she kisses you like you could disappear at any moment. Your tongue explores her mouth, and you feel a rush of heat between your legs. You try to bring her as close as she can possibly be, desperate to erase any barrier. She mumbles something incoherent into your mouth as she fumbles with your pants, bringing them down to your knees.
She rubs her fingers in circles over the wet spot on your panties. You moan into her mouth, and you can feel her lips curl into a smirk.
"All wet and needy for me, I'm gonna treat you so well, princess." She mumbles in a deep, lustful tone. She slides your shirt off and tosses it to some random corner in the room. You thrust your hips, desperate for attention, as she fumbles with your bra.
"Patience, love, you'll get what you want." She undoes your bra, and her mouth immediately flies to your neck, leaving marks for you to hide tomorrow. You can't help but picture the scene, you in nothing but your panties, sitting on Billie's cold kitchen counter, legs spread with her fully clothed body in between them. One of her hands cupping your bare tit, the other rubbing circles on your clothed cunt.
Your hand scratches at her covered back. "Please Billie, I- fuck, I want you" She pulls back, "Want me to what, doll?" she teases. "I want you to make me feel good." And just like that, she pushes you back on the counter and tears off your panties. Your legs are propped over her shoulders, and she licks up and down your wet folds.
The room is filled with lewd sounds of your moans and Billies fingers pumping in and out of you as she sucks your clit. Your hands fly to her hair as soon as she pushes in her third digit. Your mind goes to mush at the intense feeling of your climax coming on. Your thighs shook, your eyes rolled back in their sockets. "Billie! I-I'm so". That was your sorry attempt to warn Billie about your orgasm. "Cum for me, doll" You release all over her and her fingers and she licks up whatever you left on her lips and pulls her fingers out.
She rises from between your legs and looks up to find you broken. Mascara smudged, legs shaking, You try to say something, but you can't find the words. She uses her free hand to part your lips and places her covered fingers at your mouth. "Suck" You manage to look up at her before taking her fingers into your mouth, cleaning up your mess.
You suck your mess off her fingers until you feel somewhat stable again, and she slowly pulls her fingers out of your mouth. "Thank you, doll," She says, taking strands of hair off your sticky forehead. "Thank you?" you ask, "I haven't even tasted you yet."
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