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bitchlessdino · 8 months

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Happy 3K Nana 🥳🥳🥳 I hope your celebration has been going well and, your actual vacation is even better.

Noone perceive me. So, because I have no sense of self-preservation, could I please request a drabble featuring ChanCheol. As long as it's smut related in some way, I leave the rest up to you. I'm excited and terrified to see what your brain comes up with.

Pairing: bf!Seungcheol x fem!reader x chan

Genre: smut, slight humor

Word count: 2.8k

tags: mention of infidelity, mentions of fem oral, banter, exhibitionism, vouyerism, body worship, choking, spitting, spanking, fingering, brief biting, blowjob, degradation, praise kink, brief hair pulling, unprotected sex, double penetration, oral fixation, plot twist

Summary: Being caught doing something you shouldn’t do is a big no-no, especially when it causes Chan to come across a 5’10 unit with muscular stature by the name of Seungcheol, your apparent boyfriend.

author note: how fun. my return i bring you a chancheol fic, pls enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing.

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“You taste like candy.”

His tongue traced your skin as if your sweat was pure concentrated nectar. Your giggles left your lips in a perfect melody, trickling as he made his way down your chest and wrapped them perfectly around the bulb of your nipple.

His moans vibrated off your body. Voice shaking to the point it could’ve been mistaken for weakness, but rather it was the radical opposite. When he replaced the plush felt of his lips to twist you between the pads of his fingers, he splayed effortlessly an intoxicating smile as the words he made left you begging for breath.

“Wanna worship every inch of skin. Fill your pretty pussy to the brim with cum. Make you mine.”

You’d drink every syllable, just as you planned to drink him up.

His bare skin was blistering, burning against yours as your legs hugged his sides. Your digits ran through his hair in fatigued confidence, thumbing over his smooth and flushed cheek. “Promise?” You asked in a sickly sweet voice.

“I’m a very bad liar, but I’m good at a lot of other things.”

You let out a light chuckle before you gripped his hair to meet his needy lips. His body enveloped yours in an overwhelming heat, muzzling your mind with incoherent thoughts. Together you were a symphony of lust, attraction, and animalistic instinct.

That was then a deep voice made itself known at the bedroom door. It boomed like a loud drum, startling your intimate partner and causing him to jump away from you. He covered his naked body with the blanket kicked off to the corner of the bed, tugging you to his side to keep yourselves hidden beneath it.

Now the shake in his voice resembled fear, pupils trembling back at the intruder. “W-who are you?”

“Ask my question first before I answer yours. Having. Fun?”

Chan’s eyes rapidly blinked for Seungcheol’s, barely meeting the other man’s eyes, clutching the fabric as if letting go would mean letting go of his life. He swallowed with effort, giving a prompt nod of his head, hoping desperately it was a good enough response.

“Now, to answer your question. I’m the boyfriend of the girl you’re fucking.”

You could feel the other body stumble behind you, physically processing the information he had just been told. “B-Boyfriend? Boyfriend?!”

“Yeah.” Seungcheol's steel stiff body took one heavy step over the other until towered over your bodies, eyes piercing back at them in a cold, intimidating gaze. “Boyfriend.”

“Look m-man. I’m sorry. For real. There’s no way I could’ve known.”

Your boyfriend snickered. “You think that’s a fucking excuse to be fucking my goddamn girlfriend?”

“No! No. I mean—“

“What’s your name, kid?”

Chan held the blanket closer, tighter, against him. If he was sweating already from the foreplay, he was shooting bullets of nerves down his forehead from fear. “Please, man. I’ll leave.”

“You think you’re better at fucking her than me? You think your cock can do worse damage?” With every word, there was seething venom on the man’s tongue, burning tension in the already charged air.

Chan violently shook his head. “N-no sir, please I didn’t know. I’ll get out of your way.”

“You think I’ll just let you fuck my girlfriend and not want to know who it is she’s fucking?”

“At this point, I just want to go home. I’m not—“ he gulped, “a home wrecker. Not intentionally anyway—“

“Fuck her in front of me.”

Chan blinked, “What?”

Seungcheol slyly grinned. “You heard me. Fuck her like I’m not here. Fuck her like she’s yours.” Your boyfriend veered his eyes on you. “That’s just what you want. Isn’t that right, you little succubus?”

You giggled a cheeky grin on your face, clinging to Chan’s arm as you locked eyes with the other man. “Yes, baby. I want him to bury his cock deep inside me until I’m crying.”

Chan shivered, cock tensing underneath the blanket much closer to its initially aroused state as heat crept the back of his neck and across his cheeks.

“Of course you do,” Seungcheol snickered, “my little slut is always so hungry for attention.” He picked up your chin between his fingers before smoothing his thumb over your jaw. “Ask him. I’m sure he’ll do what you say.”

You turned to Chan with the guide of Seungcheol’s friendly hands cascading over your body like silk drapes, they smoothed over your neck and shoulders delicate but with the weight of a ship anchor cupping a single breast. Chan’s face was overwritten with shock, unsure what part of you to look at. “Chan…” you moaned, like a siren calling to a sailor at sea, the weak helpless sailor being Chan. “Fuck me, please. Fill me to the brim with your cum like you said you would.”

The devil himself let out a shallow breath, the carrot dangling right in front of him. He drew closer to you, hand reaching up to your neck before a digit descended down your neck, “Can I really do that?”

“Of course, you can,” Seungcheol interjected, “Just fuck her like you mean it.” Seungcheol rolled your buds between his finger, eliciting a whimper from within you and your body jerked toward him behind you. “She likes it rough. ‘Enough to leave her sore’ rough. Can you provide? Chan?” He asked him solemnly, the name sounded foreign the way he enunciated it.

“I can,” Chan answered confidently for once, fueled by a festering competitive spirit. “Like I told gorgeous here, I’m a bad liar. I’ll fuck her just how she wants me to.”

“Prove you’re not all talk then.”

A switch was flipped. The hungry gazes on you had doubled and your heart pounding sound enough to be heard through a vast sea. Chan pushed you against the mattress, caressing the shape of your body as if ingraining the image through touch before the pads of his fingers dug into your plush flesh.

You felt the unremorseful spat against your already wet pussy, Chan's fingers running sloppily over your slit as his other hand clashed with your ass. His fingers entered you fast and deep, giving you a taste of what was about to come.

Chan licked his lips at the sight of you, letting his digits push in and out of you as you made those sweet, delectable sounds, looking just as–if not more–delectable yourself. Just like that, his throat was as dry as a drought in a desert, inching closer to your honey-coated folds and panting to your beckoning until he’s atoms away. He held his gaze to you, a hopeful wish in his heart that the image of your pretty cunt never vanishes or fades from memory.

It was then Chan was yanked by his blonde hair. Tugged at the root ,wincing out in annoyed pain, he now sneered back at the man who halted Chan's steps towards the gates of his personal heaven.

Seungcheol slyly grinned back at the bitter-looking individual before forcing his face parallel to his. The elder clicked his tongue as if scolding him, wrapping his fingers tighter around the boy's hair when he felt protest. “You may get to have her, but you don’t get to taste her like I do. Have her anyway but that. She’s still mine.”

Chan muttered some not-so-nice things under his breath before agreeing. He let out a sigh of relief as he was let go, annoyed now more than scared. “Fine, I’ll have no choice but to show no mercy then.”

Chan dragged you by your thighs and pushed himself against the cushion of your ass. You let out a rich moan as you felt him twitch against you. The head of his cock rubbed against the curve of your posterior before it slid through the divide, teasing you until you practically begged him to put it inside you.

His responses to your pleas are anything but generous, only kind enough to sting your bottom cheeks with the flat palms of his hand. “So needy…”

He’s surprised to not hear fits of pain, but rather hearty moans of pleasure, urging more harsher strikes to your body that left you in a raw lust. “You like that? You’ll like this even more.”

Even with the warning, nothing prepares you for fullness from Chan making his presence known. His cock filled you with strain, stretching you to your wits. “Chan…”

“Whining already? I barely put it in.”

The smug in his voice only made you want him more, making you claw at your sheets like an undomesticated pet.

“Excuse her,” Seungcheol entered, “She can act out at times.”

“Then I’ll put her in her place.”

Seungcheol chuckled, counting character points Chan has just gained from his response. “I like the way you think.”

Every thrust had the power of every fully winded stroke of his hand, slamming both your cheeks against the heat of his lap. Your face once buried in your face rose up to the surface by Chan’s vice grip on the column of your neck. The moment he made contact, you could feel the closing of your airways as he compressed around the girth, not once faltering as you swallowed every inch of cock.

Your cheek to his face, he could listen to every choked breath hardly escaping. “Take it. You said you like it rough, didn’t you? Until you cry, right?”

“Y-yes…m-more…”

“He’s fucking you that good?” The glint in your boyfriend's eyes excited you, as well as the permanent grin on his face as he moved dangerously close. “Needy little slut taking a stranger’s dick while I watch? You like that?”

“Yes, baby. He’s fucking me so good. His dick makes me so full.”

“Such a cute thing you are. Just you want until I get my hands on you too. Chan, stretch her mouth open. Warm her up for me.”

You felt another hand creep against your face, tugging you at the corner of your mouth. Through your gags, Chan managed to gradually insert each digit until there none were left. He could feel every finger coat in your thick salvia, plunge deeper as his cock rocked in you faster, heartier.

Meanwhile, your front watched Seungcheol take apart his clothes. Every muscle, every pec, every ab in place and none the other wise. Your voice broke out in anguish as he exposed himself from his trousers, his lengthy cock making an appearance like the star of the show. Your eyes trailed his hand through every stroke, every squeeze, watching as he edged himself in a controlled manner. You wanted to relieve him of that burden, make it so it choked around your throat instead, but you knew you’d get the pleasure soon enough.

“Stay as pretty as you are, little succubus.”

Your boyfriend replaced Chan’s fingers, filling a space that fit what he offered rather cohesively like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You blinked back your tears, hot moisture running down your face furiously as his cock massaged the inside your mouth and eventually down your throat, hitting you head first.

“That’s it,” he winced, “pretty little mouth taking cock like it’s what you’re made to do.”

He took the back of your head to make you bob on him, the squelching sounds music to his ears.

“That’s so hot,” Chan commented in a breathy speech, “take him deeper.”

You were shaking, being used past your limits, and filled to the brim with cock on both ends. At this point, your eyes could only make out shapes and colors, blurred by your tears and loss of oxygen. The only coherent thought of holding cum inside you running through your mind. Their grunts were your background music, and the praises, and degradation was the melody. You begged through choked sounds as if you were on your last leg, not caring how much in pain you’d be in the aftermath.

“Came twice already and you are begging for more?”

“She’s very greedy. You want us to cum in you, little whore? Can you take being that full?”

Physically speaking, you were sure if you had a straight answer, but mentally, the thought made your stomach churn incredulously. You nodded, echoing every yes you had within you until Seungcheol pulled out of your mouth to hear you more clearly, “What was that? Let me hear that again.”

“C-cum in me,” you said through your heavy, hot sobs, “let me feel every inch of me full of cum, please…”

“I think she really wants it,” Chan teased.

Seungcheol grinned, parting your hair from your face. “Let’s not waste any time then.”

Planted on your side, both men were on either your front or back, taking residency in your walls at uneven paces. Chan pushed himself against your backside, allowing you to imagine the sculpt of his body through touch. He forced you to arch, guiding your body so he could plummet inside the very depth of you, while Seungcheol held up your front.

The heat of your boyfriend's tongue steals your breath along with the energy in his hips. He glued your thigh to his side, gripping you against him as the other man’s leg follows after you, overlapping you. You couldn’t help but feel so wanted, so spoiled, every grateful word in the dictionary. But no one was more grateful than the newcomer who was any second from exploding inside you. “Pussy feels so f-fucking heavenly. Your boyfriend’s so lucky.”

“Yes, I fucking am,” Seungcheol growled, “maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to find pussy almost as precious as my pretty baby here.”

“If I’m only so lucky,” Chan chuckled against your skin, “maybe I need to learn a thing or two from you?”

“Handsome thing like you,” the out of the blue, a hand is on Chan’s ass, “with an ass like this.”

“Likewise,” Chan revealed a toothy grin, “one nice ass to another.”

You could feel Seungcheol’s smile against your lips and a second later, you hear the boisterous sound of skin colliding, urging an abrupt slam of Chan’s hips against your backside. “I like you, kid, maybe I’ll keep you.”

Utter shock ran through the younger man, followed by arousal and a string of cusses. Chan clung to your side, trembling, teeth digging into your shoulder. “Fuck, fuck.”

Eventually, the rhythms find a mutual harmony. Your toes curled helplessly as thick threads of silky white released inside you, the legs of men clamping you down on the bed. You clutched your boyfriend, determined to not spill a drop, but relaxed as the fatigue hit you. They splayed you out once you were finished, joining your side in rest. You looked of bliss, taking in a gust of breath as you relieved yourself. “Wow. Great job, guys. That turned out better than I expected.”

“Yeah, Chan those acting classes really are coming in handy,”

The blonde rolled his eyes. “Shut up. Do you guys always take role-playing this seriously? I’m pretty sure Cheol bruised my ass cheek.”

“And I’ll do it again. You have a nice ass.”

You missed the banter. It was a little foreign to not have it almost the entire time. “And we’re back to reality.”

“I guess I don’t have much to complain about. You both did open the relationship for me. Thank you,” Chan hummed with glee. “Though it really would’ve been nice to have gotten to eat you out. Maybe once some time has passed—“

“In your dreams, twerp,” Seungcheol quickly retorted.

“Oh, I’ll be dreaming of it alright.” Chan nudged your face his way, “I’ll be dreaming of a lot of things I want to do with you.”

“Why dream if I’m here,” you grinned back, “I’m yours too now.”

His fingers ran through your hair adoringly, a cartoonish sparkle in his eye. “You are now, huh?”

Seungcheol thought he’d be jealous but it turned out better than he thought it would. It seemed that everyone was happy, even him, the guy that got the worst end of the deal but what more could he want than the smile on your face looking at him or Chan?

Seungcheol nuzzled closer to you both collectively, his chin hooking in the crook of your neck. “We’re each other’s now. It's new, but I think I like it. I’m glad to hear you both do too.”

Chan looked over at his now boyfriend(?) in gratitude and joined in, sandwiching you in between. “I’m grateful for my first poly relationship if it’s with you both. I think it’d only work if it’s with you two.”

You smiled the hardest you ever had tonight, making an effort to embrace them both, and feel the warmth that radiated off their body keep you warm. “I think we’re gonna work out just fine.”

To be continued…

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lovelyhan · 11 months

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Before I actually go to bed this time, some retribution for that ChanCheol ask :)

Just imagine Joshua's enormous hand wrapped around your throat. Not quite giving you enough pressure because he loves to tease but, it's still just enough to make your fingernails bite into his broad back and tighten around his cock. His muscular body keeping you firmly pinned to his bed as he fucks into you relentlessly, your thighs burning from how he practically has you folded in half. Overwhelmed tears streaking down your cheeks, and that just makes him impossibly harder inside of you.

"My baby loves it when I'm mean, right? That's why you're tightening up so much around my cock, huh? Want me to cum inside of this pretty pussy of yours so badly. You don't have to say it. It's written all over your face."

#🍵 tea time #💘 rj #LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU #if i end up writing an essay about how much i need joshua to use me like a toy in my exam instead..............#crying screaming #i need him SO BAD

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onlyseokmins · 9 months

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Elv, why would you be scared? Not like I'd do anything with my months of research. Not like I'd pay you back for that Josh fic and ChanCheol drabble or anything 😇😊

EXCUSE ME? PAY BACK? 😭 I live in constant fear fyi /lh

#Crying n holding into my blanket #rj 🥟#hwanghyunjinenthusiast #ez.mootz #ez.inbox

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wonusite · 1 year

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I'm- I just- I was so stunned when I saw those pictures. And Dino day is tomorrow? I'm so emotionally fragile 😭 *this* close to just caving and writing an absolutely filthy SeungChan/ChanCheol threesome because the two of them have me on my knees.

I can't survive another year of straight up whore Seventeen. I am, in fact, weak.

omg if you wrote that i would actually gobble it up like a starving dog fr fr.

and same like this year they have been something else and we’re only two months in 🫠

#they will never let me know peace fr #those men have me in a chokehold #never standing up i fear #ask #thatonehyunjinstan

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sinchun · 2 years

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chancheol? junchan? 👀

chancheol

They're two of my favorite SVTers which automatically puts this ship in my good books. I think about this fic not infrequently. I'm obsessed with Scoups' youngest sibling leaderisms vs. Dino's oldest sibling maknaeisms.

junchan

THEY ARE ALSO TWO OF MY FAVORITE SVTERS. Yet I've never really thought about this ship before? Mostly I am too busy Y/Ning for Jun to think about who in SVT I want to ship him with. I could probably be sold on it if someone were to inundate me with junchan content.

#asks #SVT

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iiasha-archived · 3 years

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the leo really jumped out

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definitleycorrectsvtquotes · 3 years

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Seungcheol:Violence isn't the answer.

Dino:You’re right.

Seungcheol:*sighs in relief*

Dino:Violence is the question.

Seungcheol:What?

Dino,bolting away:And the answer is yes.

Seungcheol,running after him:CHAN NO-

#parenting is hard #evil maknae #chancheol #seungchan #choi seungcheol #s.coups #lee chan #seventeen #incorrect quotes #incorrect seventeen quotes #incorrect kpop quotes #source:idk someone tell me plz

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oranjis-shipping-mess · 3 years

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Sentence Challenge~ Chancheol

1) He looked at his boyfriend, sweat on his face. He could see his exhaustion in his eyes but could not do anything else than smile at the other. „You did well, baby."

Note: smut

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Seungcheol made his way to Chan' changing room with a cheeky grin on his face. "Hey there." He spoke, leaning against the doorframe. "Cheollie, are you already finished?" Chan had made his way to Seungcheol, kissing his lips softly. "Yep. Hey, bby, did you see what they have on the program of the fanmeeting today?" Seungcheol asked, stroking the small locks from Chan's forehead. "You're refering to the thigh-wrestling, aren't you?" Seungcheol chuckled, "ofcourse I am. Just wanted to tell you that I will crush these thighs of you, just like I always do in bed." Chan hit Seungcheol's arm playfully, "that's not gonna happen." Where as Seungcheol raised his eyebrows, "are you challenging me?"

The fanmeet had lasted for a solid two hours, having the member exhausted when they got back to their dorms. Seungcheol followed Chan to his room. "How did you do it?" Seungcheol suddenly spoke, making Chan jump. "Did what?" Chan asked, puzzled. "How did you win? When did your tighs get so damn strong?" Seungcheol groaned, closing the gap between them, leaving his lips on Chan's neck, making the younger moan in suprise. "Cheollie.. You know I've been working out a lot.." Seungcheol traised his fingers over Chan's chest, "I don't recall." His lips were softly touching Chan's neck when he spoke, leaving shivers down Chan's spine. "Show me." Chan's eyes widen, "Show what?" Seungcheol left a soft bite at Chan's neck, "you were so eager to beat me earlier. I bet you can do it in bed as well." Chan suddenly noticed the bulge in his own troasers. "Cheol.. You know I've never topped before.." Seungcheol kissed Chan gentle on his lips, "there's a first time for everything."

It didn't take long before both of them were undressed in Chan's bed. Chan was nervous, he looked for any kind of support in the eyes of the older, who just nodded to go on. Chan started kissing Seungcheol's neck, slowly going down his chest, making the older moan in pleasure. Ofcourse, Chan had heared Seungcheol's moans many times, but never like this. This was new. He had never topped before, not with Seugcheol, not with anyone else, as Seungcheol had been the first person he had sex with. Seungcheol knew everything perfectly, always knowing just how to pleasure Chan, never asking anything in return, untill now.

Chan had been sucking on Seungcheol's dick for a while now, and slowly prepared Seungcheol. He was insecure, had asked Seungcheol if he was okay with every move he did. But it had Seungcheol almost reach his climax already, and he hadn't even felt Chan inside of him yet. "Seriously, Chan. If you don't fuck the living hell out of me right now, I'll make sure you won't ben able to walk to the next fanmeeting." Seungcheol groaned, making Chan's cheeks turn a bright pink. He slowly potioned himself at Seungcheol's entrance, having Seungcheol wrap his legs around Chan's waist, eager for his touch. Chan entered slowly, biting his lips as he did. Seungcheol rolled back his eyes, having the most sexy moan ever leave his lips. Chan had never felt anything like this before, never saw anything like this before. His boyfriend below him, sweaty and for once, not in control.

Chan gave both of them a little time to get used to the feeling, before starting to move faster. "Fuck." Seungcheol moaned, bucking his hips towards Chan, making him go even deeper. "Fuck, Chan. Go faster, harder." He purred. Chan took hold of Seungcheol's legs, while obeying his requests. Seungcheol moaned, practically screamed, so loud, Chan had shivers down his spine. "Cheol.. The others will be able to hear.." Chan bit his lip, trying to hold back his own moans. "Do I look like I care?" Seungcheol answered, pulling Chan closer to lock their lips.

It was very heated, scratches were left on Chan's back, before both of them had reached their climax. Chan had collapsed on Seungcheol's chest. Seungcheol looked at his boyfriend, sweat on his face. He could see his exhaustion in his eyes but could not do anything else than smile at the other. „You did well, baby." He whispered, stroking his hand through Chan's hair. "I don't know.." Chan looked away shyly, making Seungcheol chuckly softly. "Hm, we should definitly switch more often." He said, wrapping his arms tightly around the younger, who was already catching sleep before they coud get themselves to clean up properly.

#oranjis-shipping-mess #Chancheol #Seungcheol #Scoups #S.coups #Dino #Chan

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suuho · 6 months

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coups, are you watching?

#absolutely crying #chancheol #seventeen

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 8 months

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August may have been hot garbage but, atleast we (I) got HyunSung and ChanCheol lives

#y'all are trifling for not telling that cheol made an appearance on dino's live btw #but i saw the clips regardless and 💕💓💞💗❣️💗💞💓💕💝❤️‍🔥#they did it for me #hyunjin coming into jisung's live to tell him he likes his new song </3 that he should let him hear his music first before he drops it <///#jisung calling him jagiya the entire time #heart imploding in my chest #cherishing my hyunsung buffets and chancheol crumbs equally #still manifesting i get my desired rachalog in September and a hyunsung skz record so i can hurt deeply 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯#I'm just happy when cheol and dino stand next to each other lmao #the bar for them is in hell #i live off 3 chancheol interactions per year #hyunsung vs chancheol truly is a buffet vs scraps when it comes to content lmao #rj talks

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cheolhub · 1 year

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Stoner! Vernon my beloved. I'm ready to devour that when you post it 😌 Also, every time I remember you're writing about ChanCheol, my anxiety spikes 💀 (ALSO ALSO, FRAT BOY! BEOMGYU?! SEUNGKWAN WITH A GOD COMPLEX !?!?!?!? LET ME LIVE)

not sure when im gonna post vern fic but it’s all edited!! i just have to write the ending scene 😇 probably friday but i keep putting off bc im nervous abt ppl reading it for some reason lol

as for my chancheol fic, i write with US in mind. we get the appeal and i hope when i post it, everyone else will too. AND YOU SHOULD BE SCARED. im going to make it the best thing ive ever written. its what my biases deserve

my other unwritten wips are a mess,, im excited nonetheless 😇

#apologizing to u in advance #[💌: hwanghyunjinenthusiast]#★︎ — rj !#i also apologize if i end up deleting all 6k words of this vernon fic before anyone reads it #that would be so funny of me actually

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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thinking about mean dom dino with but twist it with youngest and oldest rivalry of mean dom seungcheol having crazy threesome trying to impress you. and lots and lots heavy degradation.

insane combo.

Pairing: incubus!seungcheol x afab!reader x incubus!chan

Genre: smut, dark, fantasy

Word count: 3.7k

tags: poly, HEAVY degration (slut, whore, stupid) competitive chancheol, lip piercing!dino, banter, unprotected sex, reader with breasts, breed kink, breast play, clit slapping, spitting, spanking, choking, face slapping, oral fixation, ass play, oral (giving and receiving), double penetration, possesive chan, very brief mentions of death

Summary: A human serves one purpose to an incubus like Chan or Seungcheol. They were fuel.

author note: i went a little wild hahaha, my favorite dirty thing i wrote in a while, and i happen to really like how my banner looks, pls look <3

tagging: @candidupped

Chan bemused you the moment he crawled from the deep depths of hell, so he claims, determined to feed on you, the moment he first laid his eyes on you. His eyes flickered of fire red, and the tips of his dark hair met not only his eyes but grazed his broad shoulders. Chan stood before you, like he had discerned his fate in your eyes. He hadn't the slightest idea who you were, but deep down in his nonexistent soul, he craved for you. He had to have you.

You were living a timid cycle of mundane cosplay: working to make ends meet, sending money to family for their support, and putting energy into the world that hardly served you as an individual. It’d be dishonest to say you didn't crave adventure, intimacy, or belonging. You found all that in this strange demon.

He was mystifying, alluring, strapping. His face was boyish, and if you look too quickly, he would appear deceivingly kind. Despite that, his body is taller, wider, stronger than any ‘boy’ you had come in contact with. Then again, he wasn’t considered a ‘man’ either. No man had this kind of effect on you.

You had not experienced sex like you had with Chan. The way he handled you had a lasting effect. You savored him from his skin that burns like a thousand suns against yours to the cock that plunges into you like he’s playing a melody. The images alone of him restraining, biting you, swallowing nectar from you make your legs shake, your heart pound, the heat between your legs pulse (not that you had much time imagining with Chan).

No one had made you long for his body day after day, as Chan did. The fact he wasn’t human made all the more sense. You were aware of these mythical creatures, but never did you imagine you’d come face to face with an actual incubus, let alone two.

“You cannot make me.”

“Come at once, young demon. Do not make me repeat myself. You cannot attach yourself to this human. You have duties!”

You sit in silence at the scene before you, shamefully caught nude from the mid-coitus. The new demon had appeared within air, moments away from your intense wave of arousal, only to have your partner ripped off from right on top of you and land harshly on the hard floor with a thud.

You remember to cover yourself instantaneously with‌ your duvet, frustrated initially, but melt once you meet the eyes of your intruder. He was a tall and astute presence; demand was clear in his eyes. You blink back at him in awe, drawn to him like you are for Chan and now you are unsure where to avert your hungry gaze towards.

Seungcheol comes to retrieve his younger colleague, forcing his hand to take him back to the underworld before he leaves a permanent mark. You feared it had already gotten too far from that point as you have shared the bed and sexually embraced each other countless nights. The young demon had laid its mark on you and it burned to have him away from you for long.

Chan refused to leave, finding solace in his comfort mortal and he knew you wouldn’t let him leave either. Seungcheol, although understanding as he sees the energy you emit–a concoction of fatigue, lethargy, and insatiable lust–which makes you the perfect prey for their kind, but he is insistent.

“You have one job here and you must come back home once you are nourished.”

“I don’t care. I am to spend the rest of eternity here with my Y/n. They provide me with all I need!”

He called you his. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks hearing that, bending your neck to look down to avoid any watchful eyes, failing knowing that Seungcheol’s gaze was burning through your skull.

Seungcheol exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re being impossible, Chan.”

“You haven’t had a specimen like them, Seungcheol. You wouldn’t be able to proceed accordingly once you have a taste.”

The older demon cocks his brow at Chan, sneering at him as he bends down to meet his eyes. “Your impulse control by choosing not to leave this mortal’s side just further proves you’re a foolish demon. There’s no such thing. I am perfectly capable of anything and everything. They are merely human.”

Chan grits his teeth back at the man. “Care to wager then?”

This piques the elders, gesturing to the younger one to proceed. Chan then goes on to challenge him.He suggests they would both partake in taking you to bed with the same goal in mind: making you as cum as much as possible. Easy enough. If Seungcheol could find himself to resist you after a few rounds of sex, he’d drag Chan right back. If he doesn’t, Chan gets to stay right where he is.

It was just a matter of having Seungcheol understand Chan to a degree. If Chan couldn’t have enough of you, who can say Seungcheol will? It was about time the youngest demon would show that age does not equate skill or power.

Chan takes back his place against the bed, smiling down at you with a knowing smile. He picks you up from the back of the head, colliding with your lips, the metal on the bottom of his mouth cooly grazing against your flushed skin. You feel him smile. Your heart flutters at the most tender gesture he’s ever displayed. “Seungcheol shall join us. Maybe sure to give him a warm welcome.”

You nod gingerly, eyes blown out in lust, letting him take your hands. “Yes, Chan.”

“Good little slut.”

Chan beckons the third over, having their new guest strip down from their attire with your attentive eyes trained on him. The shirt is pulled off his body in a swift move, revealing the rippling torso—pure muscle packed in every sculpture of his body—and the clasp of his pants comes apart, the fabric falling abandoned to the ground. His firm length gets caught in his grasp, a stroke of his hand pulls up from his shaft, and he joins your ensemble with a crooked smile.

“Let’s see what makes you so special.”

Your throat goes dry in their presence, legs folding underneath you in a position of submission, and you stare back up at their eyes flickering–much like a lit candle that burns brightest in the darkest of spaces—hands shaking in anticipation.

In minutes, your eyes water from the intense sensation of your core having a pair of lips latched against it. Chan holds you from behind to steady you—caressing your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking up the intoxicating perspired skin on your neck—while he yearns to be the one with your pussy in his mouth instead of Seungcheol. The younger demon growls as he bites down, an anguished yelp leaving your lips.

Seungcheol buries himself deeper between your legs. His hot breath ghosts over your inner thighs, tongue licking stripes over your wet slit, pursing his lips and suctioning them as he feels your fingers thread through his hair. Your jaw drops the harder he persists. Your legs convulse, riding the stranger's face as if it came naturally to you. You have to remind yourself that sex does not occur even remotely close to this, knowing their capabilities are beyond what you’d find outside the walls of your complex.

“How’s his mouth? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You babble in response. Chan’s question becomes an afterthought. Your tongue twisted in knots as Seungcheol performs splendidly well, his tongue sweeping over your folds before plunging inside, while a looped arm allows his hand to play with your clit, squeezing it harshly. He can’t help but be proud of your response. He had done this countless times on other prey, but yours had to be especially entertaining. Chan averts your attention by pulling back the hair of your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Answer when you’re asked a question.”

You nod back at him, swallowing down your drool, gasping out exasperated, “Yes. He makes me feel…so good…”

Chan sneers at your answer, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with an index and thumb, pursing your lips. “Open,” he demands.

You do as you're told, your wet pink muscle sticks out in front of him, fatigue weighing down on your eyelids making them flutter. Chan shifts his mouth, drawing himself closer, harshly spitting back in your mouth. “Now swallow like a good whore.”

Seungcheol groans deep in your pussy, slapping against the side of your thigh and your body flinches, the spit naturally sliding down your throat. With that, Chan presses the back of your head toward him and meets your lips. You moan between the gap of his mouth, his tongue heatedly caressing yours. His hands fall back against your breasts, finding the sensitive peaks between his fingers before pulling and pinching. His deceivingly sweet laughter plays soothingly in your ears.

“Look at you. Can’t fucking control yourself.” He kneads into your flesh, pulling at your bottom lip, the brush of his piercing making the hairs on your neck stand. “Like how he eats you out, hmm? Better than me?”

You have no idea how to answer. Chan has eaten you out a handful of times, all gut wrenchingly delectable, but could you say that in front of Seungcheol? Would that have been mean? Or if it was the other way around?

It’s like Seungcheol is listening when his pace falters, looking up into your gaze from between your legs. His hair falls to his pretty round eyes, a light dusting of red on his face. He offers you a smile, one that blurs the line between sinister and giving. “Tell him, baby. I won’t get hurt, can’t say the same for Chan.”

Chan drags his tongue on the inside of his cheek, glaring back at the other demon but is only met with a smile on their face as he goes back to engorge on your needy pussy. You helplessly bite back a moan, trying to conjure a response. “I like b-both…but right now…S-Seungcheol.”

The victor rewards you with a fiercer round, having you scream out his name before your legs begin to give out on you. Your knees take either side of head and pushes himself deeper in you, his tongue unmercifully fucking the inside of your warmth. Your legs twitch to his side and you end up holding him down. His hand comes down on your clit in retaliation and you flinch with every time he repeats the gesture.

“Mmh, I’m going to–!” Your liquid heat releases from you like cream, riding the surface of his face like the perfect instrument to catch your cum.

Chan only further enhances the sensation by wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, closing the exits for your breaths. “Stupid slut, take his fucking tongue. Warm yourself for a real good fucking time. Say thank you.”

Your vision dulls, gasping for every possible breath. You hold your hands to cover his and squeeze harder around your throat. A smile stretches over your face. “T-thank you…thank you!”

“You listen so fucking well. Only thing you’re good at besides being a good fucking cumslut for me. You gonna take our cum today? Hmm?”

You nod back at him gingerly. “Yes, please, I want your cum. I want all your cum, please.”

Chan forgivingly lets you go. “Seungcheol my turn. Time to get your dick sucked.”

Smug in the face, Seungcheol rests against the bed frame with now your head between his legs. With your chest down and ass up, you simultaneously offer a view for both of them, caressing the length of Seungcheol cock against your cheeks. Chan remains behind you, only this time he gets to fill your pussy, pressing his tongue on the divide of your ass cheeks. “What a perfect fucking pussy.”

“What a perfect little mouth.” Seungcheol adds, stretching out your lips with his fingers, wetting them down to the knuckles, hearing you gag, before bringing them across your cheek. “You let Chan do this to you every day? You’re being a good, perfect slut to Chan? Of all our species?”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole, and just enjoy the show.”

Making you flinch, Chan spits into your pussy, watching it drip down your slit, before running up from the top of your pussy to end in eager licks, a cheek in either hand. You let out one last coherent moment before letting Seungcheol’s cock between your lips, and wrapping tightly around his girth, your pupils rolling back to your skull.

The moisture of your mouth coats the top perimeter of Seungcheol’s cock and he watches with a devilish grin. His bottom lip between his teeth and a brow raising up on his face, feeling you hug tighter around his girth, and the moans muffled around him vibrate against his cock. “Smart little slut, are you?”

His eyes shift in tension, running fingers in your hair until he shows he does it to only push you harder. “Take it. If you can take Chan’s cock, you can most certainly take mine.”

You force his length into your mouth, stretching your cheeks like elastic, and you bobbing yourself down on his cock. Your hands stabilize on his thighs–his thick, firm, rideable thighs–before sliding up his torso, drinking in his sculpted and chiseled abdomen that was hard as rocks. You ingrain the clear image in every wrinkle of your brain, holding on to it like a core memory. If you knew any better, you’d think a god himself sculpted him.

“That’s more like it,” He praises, “See. Multitasking shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Chan finds himself only deeper, lost in your set heat. Tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, his fingers come behind to join in. That’s when you feel like hell has broken loose. His digits fixate inside your walls, plummeting deeper as a mixture of your arousal and drools dribbling down his chin and seeping out onto the sheets. His cock twitches, feeling the jerk of your hips, flat-handedly coming against the plush of your ass. “You gonna cum again, hmm…” he adds a third finger before he spanks your ass another time, burning hotter than it ever has before, “gonna cum in my mouth like the perfect slut I know you are?”

The delicious tension in your abdomen clenches, holding on to the sensation on his tongue, and letting Seungcheol take free rein of your controls, bouncing your throat over his cock and down his lap. Obscenities leave his lips as if they're in its own language. “Your mouth’s perfect for taking my cock. You like that? Me fucking your dirty mouth? Aren’t I filling you up nicely, little slut? Like you’re made to choke on my cock?”

The venom in the older demon’s words plays a threat to Chan's very existence. He growls in the depths of your heat, distracting you by finding a spot he knows all too well. “Mmp–Ch–”

His name comes out in incoherent, broken language, but he knew it was for him. His digits stretch and move inside you at an unnatural speed, readying your other entrance with a spit on the rim. A familiar sense of gratification enters you, your legs being the first one to discover, but stands tall with Chan’s face pressed against you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol is about to discover his own enlightenment, holding your head down as his hips come‌ up. He swears he finds euphoria in your throat and his release is home in your body, filling your cheeks to the brim. When he lets go, there’s not a single thought home, your eyes looking off in his direction like a mindless zombie, desperate to suck off the remainder of his cum that is now leaking from the corner of your lips. He lets out an effortless chuckle, caressing the side of your head fondly. “I think I’m starting to get it now.”

“Good, because here's the fun part,” Chan says.

Chan pushes himself up for his hands to spread you wide; your gaping pretty, little holes perfectly in view. He spits one more time at your rim, letting the moisture slide down decadently. Moans escaping him at its glisten, dangling a translucent ribbon from his tongue before slurping it back in his mouth, obnoxiously loud. He then centers the head of his on your tight rim, adjusting to the stretch to his girth, “Mmm, look at that.”

He pushes himself deeper, the felt of your walls are heaven around him, and he jerks against you, grabbing balls of your ass in his hands. “By gods, you’re perfect for me.”

You’re close to moaning Chan’s name again before Seungcheol takes your head to pull you in a kiss, tastes remnants of himself on your tongue, pulling on your hair like a rag doll. “Say his name again, I’ll make sure you forget what it even is. Say mine, only mine.”

He tugs it on your hair a little harder, a whimper leaves your lips. “Got it?”

“Seung—“

Chan’s hand comes down on your ass, interrupting you. “Not on my fucking watch. That kind of disrespect with my cock in your ass? If you’re not saying my name, you’re not saying his.”

“Brat,” Seungcheol chuckles, reuniting in a heated kiss and sure you bruise and blemish the skin of your lips. He pulls you up and folds you up against Chan, having your heated back fit around his perfectly lean and toned muscles, his fingers find your slit one more, along with its slobber flooding around the entrance. “Chan’s so sloppy.”

The younger one scoffs. “My Y/n doesn’t seem to mind. They’re too cock drunk to say otherwise.”

“That I agree with.”

Seungcheol makes it so you lean against Chan, taking your legs up to his side. Your entrance stares back at him in desire as if it has a mind of its own, waiting for him to join the other demon. He doesn’t need to say a thing before he plunges his hard length inside you, and groans gather collectively in the room. He throws his head back slightly, dropping his jaw as he adjusts to your warmth, “S-shit, that feels…fucking good.”

“Like perfection.” Chan comments in a daze, having the other lazily nod in agreement. “Yeah, like perfection.”

Your one arm wraps around Seungcheol’s shoulder, the other around Chan, and you envelop yourself in this unexplainable heat, following the movement of these firm, tense bodies wrapped around your figure like a foil around chocolate. “Fuck…that feels amazing…”

Chan pushes your head against his mouth on your mouth, his groans getting caught down your groan, hands finding back on your breasts, holding with all the willpower in his body. Seungcheol may be sharing this moment with him, but you’ll always be his. He wouldn’t let you forget. You are and were Chan’s first. “Tits…ass…y/n…mine…”

There’s an almost desperation in his tone, almost human like, but the thought vanishes as he thrusts harder into you, your voice rasps in ache, whines soft little ‘Yes’s as he swallows your lips. Your light warm breath from your nose feathers against his cheeks delightfully.

Seungcheol grips you against his sides. He watches your sweet interaction with your long time immortal lover, seeing that smile on your face match Chan’s. It’s almost tender, bittersweet, forbidden. And Seungcheol can’t wait to rip apart its very existence.

He claims your neck, marking your skin much like you’re used to from Chan, and you swallow hard and have that shift in your throat apparent under his lips. He travels down your collarbone and over your shoulders, biting raw into your skin. You shudder, his hips grind into your core at the same time and it’s bliss, pure bliss.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp out and their cocks go rampant up your body in an uneven rhythm.

Your bodies collapse on your bed. Chan ensures he’s still connected to you and kisses you with vigor, angst, obsession as his arms loop and clutch around your body. Seungcheol’s legs come around your legs to push deeper and harder. “You like that, don’t you? Two cocks fucking you full?”

“Taking two of our cocks like my perfect cockslut…my cock in your ass, his in your pussy…that gonna make you cum? You want us to fill your pretty ass and pussy with cum?”

You nod, your hand grasping for Seungcheol to come against your side. Your bodies mesh against enough, impossible to find when your individual selves started and where it ended.

“Well, you better take our cum,” Chan says, “fuck you full with cum from both ends. Breed you until you’re full, hmm? That what you want?”

“Yes, please. I want you to cum inside me,” you plead, tears running down your eyes, “Breed me please. I want–need it so badly.”

“Don’t regret it,” Seungcheol responds darkly.

Your eyes twitch until they close, body convulsing between the two warm cushions. Sounds leave your mouth but no words, only desperate to hold on to the little to no sanity left in your body as they fill you out. Chan is the first to leave his last thrusts, depositing hot, milky ribbons that leak from your backside when he pulls out. It's an image to behold. On the other side, Seungcheol gets a parallel image, the prettiest cunt adorned with white honey, caressing your sensitive folds from all angles. Your breaths begin to even out and energy visibly drains from your body.

You’re malleable, you're weak, you’re lifeless, like the light in your eyes was losing its presence, replaced with a darkness Seungcheol couldn’t quite explain. There’s only the life in your breath that proves you were alive, but in reality, your mind and consciousness are long gone. You should’ve perished like the others, and if Seungcheol was being honest, he thought Chan held himself back to extend this relationship, but no. It was your sheer will that kept you alive.

Seungcheol is beginning to understand Chan was right. There is truth in the younger demon’s words, and even now he had a hard time to believe it. The situation made Chan into some sweet love-stricken puppy, but far from it. Its power disguised as love and somehow you became a limitless, renewable fuel. You had no end and still it was enthralling, validating, addicting. Seungcheol was impressed, and now he wasn’t sure he'd get enough of it.

You had to be his.

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