ALT || Threesome - Binchan
You find yourself in an intense situation with two partners, caught between Changbin's rough passion and Bangchan's dominant yet tender approach as they both satisfy their desires with you simultaneously.How did you get into this situation?
Changbin was pounding into you from behind, you being bent over Bangchan's lower bunk while Bangchan was sitting right in front of you, making you suck on his cock.
"Damn, your tight little cunt feels like heaven. Chan, when I cum, you gotta try this." Changbin said ever so casually, his hand flying to your ass to give it a sharp spank, licking his lips as he watched it jiggle.
"You know damn well I will. But for now, I'll stick to head. Your mouth feels... ngh... amazing." Bangchan praised, his large hand entangling in your hair while the other intertwined fingers with yours, being a lot more gentle than Changbin yet still being dominant and firm.
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Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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