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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Threesome - 3Racha

Tags: Top!Chan, top!Changbin, bottom!Jisung, unprotected sex, spitroasting, oral sex, anal sex, married!Binchan

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The music of the club was loud enough to make the floors vibrate and the lights were brighter than the colorful drink Changbin was sipping on. The ring on his left hand glinted in the light, perfectly matching the one on Chan’s same finger. They were both at the club for the same purpose. Despite being happily married for three years, their relationship remained open, and they were on the lookout for someone to take home for the night. One thing they’d both agreed on when it came to hookups was that they both had to be interested.

And so far, no one had caught their eye.

They were on their second or third drink of the night, Changbin drinking some fancy cocktail while Chan stuck to more basic drinks. There were a few guys they had seen who appeared single and were pretty attractive, but none of them were exactly what they were looking for. They definitely had a type (other than each other), and were very particular when it came to taking other men home. So it almost seemed like their venture for that night might come up fruitless.

But then the most stunning man they had ever laid eyes on walked up to the bar to order a drink. Chan and Changbin immediately looked at each other, silently communicating with a single look. Him .

Chan was the first to stand and then Changbin followed as he walked over to him. He was ridiculously pretty. Big doe eyes that gave him an almost innocent look, but the tight ripped jeans he was wearing that were covered in rips over the thighs and loose crop top that showed the majority of his stomach showed otherwise. He had some sort of sparkly lipgloss on and a glittery smokey eye that suited his big brown eyes nicely. If there was one word to describe him, it would be edible.

“Mind if we buy you a drink?” Chan asked, sitting down on the stool next to the man. His eyes widened and he first looked at Chan but then he twisted around to look at Changbin when he sat on his opposite side. Changbin smirked when his throat bobbed before he gave them a small nod.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed. Chan quirked an eyebrow up. His voice was deeper than he was expecting but it suited him nonetheless. It was velvety soft, fitting well with his round face and pouty lips.

“What’s your name, pretty?” Changbin asked, tilting his head. He could tell Chan was holding back a laugh when the man’s breath hitched at the pet name.

“Uhm, it’s Jisung,” he said, wetting his lips. Jisung . What a nice name.

He looked between the two of them. “What are your names?”

“I’m Chan,” Chan said, flashing him a charming smile.

“I’m Changbin. Cute name, right?” Changbin asked, giggling afterwards. Chan rolled his eyes but Jisung glanced down and smiled softly, seemingly amused with Changbin’s antics.

“Ignore him, he likes to be weird,” Chan said, shaking his head.

“That’s okay,” Jisung said, his smile brightening. “I like weird.”

Changbin’s heart nearly exploded. He felt his cheeks warming and he and Chan shared a look. This Jisung was already almost too perfect.

They ordered his drink for him when the bartender came, both saying he could get whatever he wanted, no matter how expensive, he just had to make sure to stay somewhat sober. That made his round cheeks darken with a pretty blush and his eyes widened slightly. They wanted to make their intentions known but didn’t want to be too pushy about it. Jisung seemed to reciprocate their attraction though, judging by the way he continued to blush at whatever they said, occasionally letting out soft giggles and tucking his hair behind his ears. He was absolutely adorable.

They talked for a bit after Jisung got his drink (which was twice as sweet as any drink Changbin would ever get) and learned he was in his final year of college and was studying to become a producer. That made Chan and Changbin go into an excited rant about their own careers as producers, to which Jisung listened with great interest. He looked between the two of them with stars sparkling in his pretty brown eyes, occasionally making a little “o” with his lips whenever they said something that particularly interested or surprised him. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the right choice for someone to take home. Maybe even take on a date. But they would discuss that a little later.

Once Jisung was on his second drink, the anticipation was too great. Changbin was getting antsy and both he and Chan were getting more touchy; resting a hand on Jisung’s arm, his waist, once tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. And Jisung was getting squirmy, their touches and the slight buzz from the alcohol setting a fire underneath his skin.

“Would you like to come dance with us, Jisung-ah?” Chan asked softly, resting a hand on Jisung’s thigh. Changbin grinned, glad he took the first step. His hand slipped around Jisung’s waist and Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat.

“S-sure, yeah, I’d like that,” he said, licking his lips. Chan smirked and they all stood up from the bar to move out among the other dancing clubbers.

Changbin’s hands found Jisung first–he slipped behind him and wrapped his hands around Jisung’s small waist, giving it a light squeeze. “You're so small,” he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung was slightly taller than him–even more so with the platform boots he was wearing–and he certainly was not tall himself, but he was well built and muscular. Jisung was petite, tiny, and so much smaller than the both of them in everything other than height. He was almost worried they’d break him if they weren’t careful.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Chan said, hooking his finger underneath Jisung’s chin. Changbin felt Jisung shudder underneath his hands and he smirked as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began swaying with the beat, hips pressed against Jisung’s ass in front of him.

“The prettiest,” Changbin agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whimpered softly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear over the music, but loud enough for both Chan and Changbin to hear.

“You’re–you’re both so–” Jisung started, struggling to find the words.

“So what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He wrapped his hand around the side of Jisung’s neck and ran his thumb up and down over his Adam's apple.

“So–so hot ,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I don’t know how–how you want me .”

Changbin scoffed as he ran his hands over Jisung’s bare stomach. “Have you seen yourself?”

“You’re gorgeous,” Chan elaborated. He pressed his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip and tilted his head up slightly. “We’d been here quite a while looking for someone. We knew we wanted you as soon as you stepped in those doors.”

Jisung whined for real then and his hips pressed back against Changbin’s hips. Changbin hissed and his grip on Jisung’s waist tightened. “Fuck, Chan,” Changbin muttered, inhaling slow and deep.

“Ah, you two look so pretty together,” Chan said with a smile, admiring the affected expression on his husband’s face–eyebrows furrowed together and his cheeks all pink–it matched well with Jisung’s expression. “Would you like to come home with us?” He moved the hand that was on Jisung’s neck and intertwined his fingers with Jisung’s.

Jisung began to nod and opened his mouth to respond, but that was the moment he looked at their joined hands and noticed the ring on Chan’s finger. His eyebrows knitted together and clear arousal on his face morphed into a look of concern and worry. “I–you’re married,” he stated simply, looking up at Chan. “I-I can’t do that, that’d be cheating and I–”

Chan’s eyes widened before he laughed and Changbin cooed behind him. Jisung pouted in confusion. “Oh, honey,” Chan said sweetly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am married. And so is Changbin. We’re married to each other . Binnie is my husband.”

“Oh… oh .” Jisung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him and Chan chuckled softly.

“So there’s nothing to worry about, yeah? We’re both very much in on this and very much into you. So if you’re okay with it, we’d still like to take you home.”

“Mhm,” Changbin hummed behind him. “It’d be an honor to have such a pretty boy in our bed.”

Jisung keened and nodded eagerly, all worries gone now that he knew they were together and there was nothing wrong about this. “Yes, please. Take me home with you.”

They went to the bar and closed their tabs and then called a taxi since all three of them had drunk. Their home wasn’t that far away but they wanted to get there as fast as possible. Jisung remained just as shy and sweet the entire ride there and he was a blushing mess as they made their way inside. They let him have a moment to gather himself as they walked to their shared bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, they pounced.

Chan kissed him first, firm and so deep that Jisung nearly collapsed in his arms. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Chan growled, pulling Jisung against his chest. “How has no one snatched you up yet?”

“So glad we got to you first at the club,” Changbin mused. He pressed kisses to the back and side of Jisung’s neck and slid his hands under his crop top to play with his nipples. Jisung spasmed and arched, his lips parting with a moan. Changbin grinned and Chan smiled against his skin where he’d begun leaving kissing and bites on the underside of his jaw. “So sensitive here.” He pinched his nipples between his fingers and Jisung mewled.

“Please,” he whined, arching his back so that his ass pressed directly against Changbin. He bit his lip when he felt Changbin’s hardness through his jeans.

“Please what?” Chan asked. “Use your words, yeah?”

“Please–please touch me. Anywhere. I just–hnng I want you to fuck me,” Jisung said, squeezing his eyes shut as the embarrassing words left his mouth.

“Which one of us?” Changbin asked as he squeezed Jisung’s pec. “Mm you’ve almost got boobs like a girl…so nice.”

Jisung whined, chewing on his bottom lip. “ Hyungg .”

“You’re so loud and we’ve barely done anything yet,” Chan said. He licked over a mark he had just left on Jisung’s throat and chills went down Jisung’s spine. “Come on, tell us exactly what you want.”

“I don’t care who fucks me,” Jisung said, desparate. “Just want one of you. I want–want the other one in my mouth,” he said quietly, so quiet that they barely heard him.

Chan groaned in response and rolled his hips forward to meet Jisung’s. He was instantly met with the outline of Jisung’s hard cock in his jeans and he bit his lip. “Fuck. I think I want to fuck you this time. Wanna take his mouth, Binnie?” he asked, looking over Jisung’s shoulder at Changbin. Changbin nodded, giving one last flick to Jisung’s nipple.

“I like the sound of that. How’s that sound, pretty?” he asked Jisung. Jisung nodded.

“Yes please, just wanna be full.”

“Shit, Such a pretty mouth but so filthy.”

They moved to the bed and began helping Jisung strip, removing his crop top first and then his jeans and underwear. They took their time admiring and worshiping him, covering his entire body in purple and red marks. By the time they were done with him he was a whining, moaning mess, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock was achingly hard against his stomach and precum dribbled from the tip down his shaft.

“He’s even got a pretty cock,” Chan said and he ran his hands up Jisung’s milky thighs. He shuddered and Changbin pressed a kiss to the lip of his cock, licking the salty precum off his lips.

“Hyungs, please,” Jisung whimpered. “I need you now, please.”

“Alright, let’s get you prepped then,” Chan hummed. He got up to go get the lube from their dresser but Jisung stopped him. “Everything okay, love?”

“I–yes, just…you won’t need to prep me. I prepped before I went out,” Jisung said, giving them a bashful smile. “I have a plug in me.”

“Holy shit ,” Changbin practically moaned. Arousal zipped up and down his spine and boiled in his stomach. Chan looked a little lightheaded.

“All that acting shy and you’re already prepped? Hoping to get fucked tonight? Naughty boy,” Chan said teasingly.

“A-and you don’t need to use a condom, I’m–I’m clean, I just got checked,” Jisung said, wetting his lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you guys and you’re…you’re clean too.”

“We get checked once a month,” Changbin explained. “Since we like to keep our relationship open.”

“So that means you can have whatever you want, baby,” Chan said with a smirk. He walked back over to the bed and stood between Jisung’s knees, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. “I want you on your hands and knees, yeah? So you can take both of us at the same time easily.”

Jisung’s head spun as he scrambled up to get on his hands and knees. He arched his back a little and spread his knees so that his hole was on display and they could see the pink gem that was attached to the end of the plug. Chan swore under his breath as he got behind Jisung and took in the sight of his plugged hole. “Changbin, come and look at this.”

Changbin was quick to listen. He came over and he exhaled slowly. “Shit. That’s so hot. Can’t believe he’s already all prepared for you.”

Chan grinned and grabbed the back of Changbin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jisung heard them and craned his neck so he could see and let out a little whimper. “Aww, baby’s feeling left out, huh?”

“S’just hard to see,” Jisung said with a pout.

“N’aw,” Chan cooed, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of Jisung’s ass. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna take good care of you. Isn’t that right, Binnie?”

Changbin hummed in agreement and rubbed Jisung’s waist. “Such good care.” He moved away from Chan then and got on his knees in front of Jisung so that his cock was right in front of his face. Jisung looked delectable like this, back curved so his ass pushed towards Chan while he looked up at Changbin with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit. A string of saliva dripped down from the tip of his tongue and ran down his chin. Changbin wiped it up with his fingertip and pushed it back onto Jisung’s tongue. “Look at him, Channie.”

“Mm, so pretty,” Chan responded. Jisung whimpered at the praise and Chan grabbed the gem of the plug to give it a little pull. “You like being praised, hm? Absolutely gorgeous .”

“P-please, please fuck me,” Jisung begged, letting out a cry as Chan pushed the plug back inside of him, deeper.

“Impatient,” Changbin said. “Should put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Jisung moaned but the sound was quickly muffled by Changbin pushing the tip of his cock past his lips. Jisung took a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue along the underside of his cock. Changbin tangled his hands in his hair and pushed him further along his dick and Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw and throat.

“Fuck, he’s so good at taking cock,” Chan said to Changbin as he watched Jisung’s lips wrap around Changbin’s thick length. He finally pulled the plug all the way out and set it aside on the sheets. He stuffed two fingers inside Jisung’s hole and Jisung let out a muffled moan around Changbin’s cock. “So fucking loose . Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

Chan shuffled around and grabbed Jisung’s hips as he lined himself up, then in one move he pushed inside to the hilt. Jisung gasped, Changbin’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Changbin was quick to push him back onto him. “C’mon, you can take us both.”

“Shit,” Chan groaned. “He felt so loose around my fingers but he’s so tight around me.” He squeezed Jisung’s hips and began to thrust into him, the drag of Jisung’s wet walls along his cock sending sparks of pleasure through his stomach. He was quick to pick up his pace and the force of his hips slapping into Jisung’s ass forced him to take Changbin deeper.

“Anyone would feel tight around your–mmmg–your big cock, Channie,” Changbin gritted, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening when he hallowed his cheeks and sucked. “Ngh–Jisungie, your mouth.”

“I’ll get his mouth next time, yeah?” Chan said as he delivered a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Jisung’s prostate. Jisung inhaled sharply and whimpered around Changbin’s cock. His back arched and he pushed his ass back to take Chan deeper.

“Ne-next time?” Changbin stuttered breathlessly. “So we’re in agreement then…”

Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Changbin, his brain too fuzzy to register what any of the words they were saying meant. He just knew that it felt so good to be stuffed full from both ends and that Chan was fucking him so well, sending waves of pleasure washing over his body. He was getting close, and now that Chan was angling his hips to hit his prostate, he could feel the hot coils of his arousal tightening, getting ready to spring free.

Chan gritted his teeth and pulled Jisung’s hips against him as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom. “Hnng fuck, fuck, I’m already close. Gonna fill you up til you’re dripping ,” he groaned. Jisung moaned and his eyes rolled back. The moan vibrated around Changbin’s cock and his breath hitched.

“Me too, shit ,” he whimpered, biting his lip. “Can I–can I come down his throat, hyung?” he asked, looking at Chan through wet lashes. Chan’s eyes widened because he didn’t even notice when Changbin had started getting teary eyed, but the sight nearly pushed him over the edge.

“Ohh–fuck, yeah, you can come. How’s that sound, Jisung-ah, want Binnie’s cum down your throat?”

Jisung nodded the best he could and swirled his tongue around Changbin’s shaft. Changbin moaned, and with permission from both of them he reached his climax and spilled his cum down Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes watered a little and he gagged but he continued swallowing, even when some dribbled down his chin. Changbin slipped his cock out of Jisung’s mouth and he gasped for air. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at him.

“Can I–can I come too? Please hyungs?” he asked. His voice was wrecked raw from having Changbin’s cock in his mouth. Chan nodded and Changbin and he gave Jisung a smile.

“Yeah, you can come,” Changbin said.

Jisung whined as he reached between his legs and began to pump his cock. He was leaking so much that he didn’t even need any lube to make the glide smoother and it didn’t take much touch for him to fall over the edge, the jabs of Chan’s cock against his prostate doing enough. He came hard with a loud cry and spilled all over his hand.

He collapsed forward on the bed, face pressed into the mattress. Chan began to pull out but he quickly protested. “No, no, come inside me please. Fill me up like you promised.”

Changbin swore under his breath and Chan dug his fingers into his waist. “Are you sure that’s not too much?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him or cause the overstimulation to be too intense.

“‘M sure, you can come in me. Please. Fill me up with your cum,” Jisung breathed.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered. He slammed his cock back inside Jisung and began to fuck into him relentlessly, chasing after his own release. He avoided Jisung’s prostate but Jisung made sure to clench around him, providing him with more friction. His thrusts got sloppier and it was only another minute before he shoved his cock deep and spilled inside him, filling Jisung up with his cum like he promised. Jisung moaned as he did and his cock twitched weakly between his legs, but he was spent.

“Gonna plug you up with my cum,” Chan whispered. Jisung nodded sleepily, moaning a little as Chan slipped the plug inside him. Chan helped him roll over onto his back and he sighed. Changbin was stroking his hair softly and the touches had him close to falling asleep. He could get used to this.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up so we can clean you up and get you ready for bed,” Changbin said softly, tapping Jisung’s cheek.

Jisung looked up through bleary eyes. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone.

Chan glanced at Changbin first and then down at Jisung. “Yeah, of course. If you want to.”

Jisung smiled softly and nodded. “I would like that.” He did feel like a bit of an intruder when he caught sight of their matching rings again, but he supposed that if they both wanted him here he didn’t have much to worry about.

Chan and Changbin smiled at each other and Chan leaned across Jisung’s body to give him a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up now. Come help me Changbin.”

Changbin nodded and got up to follow Chan to get some water bottles and some wet cloths. They gave each other a look as they heated the water, silently communicated everything that needed to be said. They would have to talk more in the morning because it was clear Jisung held the possibility of becoming something more. But for now they would all rest and let any deep conversation wait until morning.

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