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Though a thin band of silk covered Chanyeol’s eyes, he could feel the eyes of his friends lingering on his lithe body, scouring every skin of bare, unblemished skin for a place to lick. Choosing to wear a skimpy, white filmy nightdress wasn’t the best decision the omega made as he could smell the slightly eager alpha pheromones wafting throughout Sehun’s bleak living room.
All eight of them were gathered in Sehun’s old-fashioned, two-story house, idling in his basement’s living room with the TV lighting up the dreary room. The omega was so overjoyed when he received an invite to a sleepover at Sehun’s that he hadn’t thought about one extremely obvious issue. He was the only omega invited, the rest were all alphas.
Their eyes were like touches, the surface of his milky skin blazing as if their fingers were trailing along the curves of his body. His breath quickened while shyness bloomed in his fragile heart, nothing but the sound of his breathing and his heart smacking against his ribs entering his ears. Pink coloured his features, especially his pointed ears.
The undivided attention Chanyeol received overwhelmed him, yet he composed himself swiftly as he remembered that the excitement was for a game, one Minseok curated minutes ago. He reminded himself that his friends were thrilled to play the game too, not for the pleasing sight of him being vulnerable and blindfolded.
Chanyeol still wondered how he looked though. With his eyes covered, his other features were most likely prominent. The omega pondered about whether his delicately placed moles were highly noticeable or if his slender legs were and the silence told him everything.
Perhaps it was the alcohol from the cabinets Baekhyun raided swimming in Chanyeol’s system that induced nervousness to cloud his mind but his body grew awfully aware of his surroundings. He could feel his plush thighs sweating profusely on the beige leather sofa while his nails pierced into the tattered material from anxiety. His rosy fingertips skimmed over the multiple holes and burn in the couch, presumably from cigarettes.
Aside from the various, pungent aromas roaming around the room, the omega’s nose was filled with the unpleasant odour of nicotine, the cheap kind, which he found revolting.
Quietness enveloped everyone, squeezing them to force a word out to break the silence hence the timid omega spoke.
“S-Should we begin?” Chanyeol giggled out of discomfort, his fingers pinching off bits of leather on the sofa.
“Yeah,” Minseok answered from the left side of the room. “Just to be clear, there are no limits, right?”
Having limits felt like a restriction on the amount of fun they could have, and after seeing their eyes twinkle with a glint of what Chanyeol thought of as amusement, the omega felt obliged to pick that option.
Playing such a game felt like an unforgivable sin from how giddy everyone felt as though they were kids playing something they prayed their parents wouldn’t walk in on.
Nodding his head, Chanyeol gnawed on the inside of his cheek.
“Great.” he heard Minseok comment.
Soon the sound of shuffling around resonated in Sehun’s living room as feet stumbled on the carpeted floor. Murmurs and chuckles followed as Chanyeol’s friends planned something amongst
themselves unbeknownst to the omega who simply sat with his hands in his lap. It was a game and a sense of competitiveness was in the air, hence the alphas leisurely devised a plan, throwing a couple of curse words back and forth but remembering to keep their voice down.
There was a helpless attempt to cheat as Chanyeol’s ears desperately tried to pick up a word or two except he could only hear the whir of the sluggish ceiling fan and harsh whispers.
Chanyeol’s glossy bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he anticipated the feeling of a wet muscle gliding along his body. He wondered what it would feel like and whether it would be ticklish or cold but he was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the sofa dip as someone took a seat beside him.
“Ready?” Minseok asked, earning a hum of approval.
Despite having his eyes covered, Chanyeol shut his eyes tightly in fear. As expected, someone’s hot, soft tongue pressed flat against bare neck before trailing towards his clenched jaw. It was disgustingly warm, invoking tiny goosebumps to rise on the omega’s skin. The difference in temperature prompted his thighs to press together, his cold body growing heated at the foreign feeling. A quiet gasp slipped out of the omega once he began to heat up.
Blood rushed to his face, his ample cheeks tinged a rosy hue while his red-tipped ears blazed. Since it was mostly dark apart from the brightness of Sehun’s TV illuminating the room, nobody could tell the omega was flushed.
It did, in fact, feel ticklish, answering the boy’s question. He flinched upon contact and desired to shove the alpha off as it made him giggle but his hands were occupied with the hem of his dress, fingers twirling around the lace trim.
Breathy laughs escaped from his cherry-tinted lips. His shoulders moved upwards in hopes it would shield him from the man licking his bare neck and it did, the peculiar sensation coming to a halt. The dip in the sofa was gone as the man stood up.
The chill air wrapped him up in its snug embrace once again, his body growing cold immediately.
“Now guess who that was,” Sehun said in a playful tone.
Gulping, Chanyeol’s head turned towards the source of the voice, “Uhm…”
“Other way,” Sehun whispered.
“Oh, sorry-” he grinned while turning his head back.
A couple of snickers echoed off the wallpaper-covered walls.
Chanyeol’s mind replayed the scene a few times, sparks igniting in his mind when he connected the dots but those sparks died immediately as he began to question other aspects. He wasn’t able to catch a scent as the mix of a honey scent and driftwood scent clogged his lungs.
Inhaling deeply, he answered, “I think… Jongdae?”
“Ha! You’re wrong!” Junmyeon exclaimed in a singsong voice, garnering high-fives and fist bumps from the others standing next to him.
“Aw man.”
Chanyeol knew what losing meant.
Punishment.
Begrudgingly, the omega held his arm out after wiping the saliva off his neck. His arm twitched multiple times, trying to retreat, but his other hand steadied it.
Within a second, two fingers smacked his wrist with sheer strength. The sound resonated off the walls and the irritating sting caused fat, crystal-like tears to gather in the corners of Chanyeol’s eyes, wetting the silk blindfold, while he displayed a tremendously sad pout.
The punishment didn’t end there though, Chanyeol was expected to continue the game until he won which was proven to be difficult.
***
As the night commenced, the game grew intense and rather perverted. Chanyeol’s intentions were pure though, giggling innocently at every lick, touch, or comment made, however, there was an underlying layer of tension in every round which he didn’t appear to notice. There was a hint of naughtiness which kept everyone on edge as well as enthralled by what would take place next.
His eyes welcomed the dark, vast void but they grew weary of staring at nothing. Chanyeol’s heart ached to see whose tongue grazed his body because a few alphas were rather daring and licked sensitive parts, ones that had the omega squirming.
He had lost a couple more times as the game became increasingly tough. Chanyeol had been licked almost everywhere above his waist and the lack of suggestions or tips on who it had been caused him to turn out a sore loser at the end. The alphas were exceedingly careful and didn’t release their pheromones near him so the omega couldn’t sniff their unique scents. The only scent anyone could smell was warm and sweet vanilla, Chanyeol’s delightful fragrance.
Licks were accompanied by some gentle hands exploring his figure. The omega didn’t seem to mind, yet his body reacted differently. It seemed to yearn for the hands touching it, nuzzling in their care-filled caresses.
A constant reminder sat over his head that it was only for their little, pure game.
At the moment, his nightdress was lifted up a tad bit by two alphas, exhibiting his lovely, oval navel and his silk, beribboned panties. The omega was absolutely bursting with shyness, except he was reminded about his promise of no limits so he couldn’t argue. He was presented with permission to put his hands over his crotch though and he took it.
Flaunting his baby-pink panties at his first sleepover was quite embarrassing, but then again, it was for their game.
“You’ve got some really pretty underwear there, hm?” Jongdae said while amused.
Normally Chanyeol would adore the attention but the multiple eyes roaming his lower body prompted him to feel a bit of wetness where his hands were covering. It felt a tad bit sinful, his only hope was that his thin hands were big enough to shield himself from the intense stares.
“The little bows are cute,” Kyungsoo added, a few guys in the room humming in agreement.
“Ah, I would’ve worn other pyjamas to this sleepover if I knew we were playing a game like this…” Chanyeol explained in a vain attempt to save the bit of dignity he had left.
Nobody seemed to pay heed to what Chanyeol mindlessly rambled about as they were focused on the alpha whose lucky tongue was about to glide across his tummy.
Suddenly, Chanyeol gasped loudly as someone’s long tongue licked right above the hem of his panties to his belly button. Their movements were sluggish, slow enough to drive the omega delirious and bring salty tears to his precious eyes.
It wasn’t a straight lick like the others performed. This one was in a pattern, zig-zags being drawn on his tummy with their wet, skillful muscle as they took their sweet time circling the navel. The omega didn’t wish to sound insane but he felt as though there was an intent behind this alpha’s constant teasing, unlike the others.
Though he was wearing a blindfold, Chanyeol’s head dropped forward, looking down hoping for a peek at the man with the devilishly long tongue. His hands ached to lift off his crotch, wishing to push off the alpha, and he would’ve if he didn’t notice how wet the pads of his fingers had become. It did feel good, too good the omega worried as something leaked between his legs.
A flood of warm vanilla pheromones occupied everyone’s lungs, a concoction of fear and arousal, as Chanyeol lolled his head back and rolled his wide hips forward, accepting the alpha’s heated tongue wandering over the goosebumps on his cold skin. His bottom lip was sandwiched between his teeth to muffle the soft gasps and lewd sounds escaping his mouth.
The alpha licking him would most likely smell his lust from how close he was to the omega’s groins and it served Chanyeol a reminder to cover his area better.
This game exposed a private side of him the alphas preferred to be acquainted with. The young alphas had roamed his voluptuous body except they wanted to explore the range of noises he made as the one licking him pulled out some pretty ones.
Finally, it ended. The omega sat there dazed with a spit-covered stomach and uncomfortably wet panties while his dress was let go of.
“You really like that, don’t you?” Junmyeon purred softly.
The tone being used with him didn’t sound as innocent as the game was meant to be, causing the boy’s lower abdomen to stir with a strange and rather uncomfortable sensation. Wetness dripped from his cunt, staining his panties.
“N-No… I just…” Chanyeol breathed, “It felt weird…”
“Guess who it is then.” the alpha continued.
The omega tried to think logically by reminding himself of the moment yet the thought aroused him a little, hence he decided to pick anyone otherwise the attention would be drawn towards the slight tent in his underwear.
“Uh… Minseok?”
“Are you sure?”
“No! Uhm… Jongin?” Jongin seemed like the correct answer, except everyone else was also capable of performing such an act.
“Final answer?”
His heart began to pound against his ribs swiftly as though it was about to break through them. He couldn’t bear another punishment or another round of this.
“Yes…”
“You’re wrong!” A few alphas in the room cheered.
“It was me,” Baekhyun announced, probably with that aggravatingly handsome smile Chanyeol detests.
“This game isn’t really fair.” he jutted out his bottom lip in a dramatic manner to show his pout.
“Alright, just one more round and then we’ll end it there,” Minseok said and others responded with groans.
His dress was let go off and the swat on the wrist finished as fast as it began since Baekhyun didn’t waste a precious second and delivered a quite brutal smack to his thin, dainty wrist. It was agonisingly sore and most likely glowing a bright red hue but Chanyeol disregarded it as he couldn’t see.
At least there was one round left as the demure omega couldn’t deal with another minute of their game. His competitiveness had died along with his sense of shame but the omega didn’t wish to bury them so soon. He silently prayed that his undergarments wouldn’t be on display anymore since he was undeniably flustered and that he’d win at last.
“It’s the last round, go a little easy on him,” Sehun laughed while patting the chosen alpha on the back.
The man joined him on the sofa, settling down comfortably. Silence enveloped the room as the alpha commenced by stroking Chanyeol’s side with utmost care as though the omega was made of fine porcelain. With that touch, Chanyeol had narrowed down his list of guesses but the list expanded as the man’s calloused hands reached for his left tit, squeezing the delicious fat.
Chanyeol’s plush lips parted in response as he was taken aback yet he didn’t know he presented the bold alpha with the perfect offer.
The man’s tongue swiped across the omega’s lips, wetting them, before he decided to insert it in Chanyeol’s hot mouth. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome as he opened his mouth further, allowing for the man to overpower him completely. His submission was clearly appreciated as the man smiled against his lips and that was all it took for the omega to melt in his embrace.
Their lips brushed each other’s, Chanyeol’s delicate, pink pair feeling the man’s cracked lips.
His bony hand fell upon the man’s, encouraging him to deliver another squeeze to the soft swell of his chest and he obeyed. Clamorous hoots and hollers resonated off the mouldy walls and it knocked a shy giggle out of the omega.
Chanyeol had solely experienced chaste pecks on the lips from his past lovers but he didn’t mind dipping into the pleasurable sensation of having his tongue swirled around by another. The fierce heat transferring between their tongues ignited a desire in the petite male, and it was his need to be touched.
Due to his lack of expertise in kissing, their kiss became messy as saliva trickled down Chanyeol’s chin. The omega knew it was indecent except lust pooled in his gut, causing his body’s temperature to rise exponentially.
Having his best friends watch him squirm in arousal only worsened the situation he was facing. Vanilla-scented slick seeped out from his hole, ruining the sofa and a bit of his dress.
Soon, the alpha’s hands moved downwards, ghosting over the obvious tent in Chanyeol’s panties. If he weren’t so engrossed in their make-out session, the omega would’ve noticed the alpha who was seconds away from exposing the dirty secret Chanyeol hid in his underwear.
“Oh fuck, he’s wet.” Kyungsoo retreated his hand immediately when his fingertips got close enough.
“No way, let me see,” Sehun spoke and Chanyeol heard footsteps approach him.
Chanyeol should’ve known that he was going to be found out eventually as his cloyingly sweet scent seemed to be more suffocating each round.
“Looks like someone’s having a lot of fun,” Jongdae chuckled.
His cheeks glowed a brilliant hue of red as his face burned from the sudden embarrassment while his thighs pressed together to conceal his little issue.
“T-That was the last round… Let’s all go to sleep now,” Chanyeol blabbered while pushing Kyungsoo off.
“Yeah, but you didn’t guess who it was so this round doesn’t count. Plus that dickhead spoke,” Minseok informed, earning a handful of curses from Kyungsoo.
“Alright fine,” The disappointed omega grunted.
“Well if you hate this game so much, let’s play a new one…” Minseok mischievously chuckled, “A game where you lick us instead of us licking you.”
His thin eyebrows furrowed in evident confusion as his nose scrunched.
“Wait, what do you mean?”
Someone’s hand took his frail one and brought it to something hard, something the omega understood immediately, “We’ve been watching you get really wet from being licked, sweetheart. You’re secreting pheromones everywhere. It’s our turn now.”
As soon as Sehun said that, a sense of wanting to obey fell upon Chanyeol as though it were his duty to solely please them.
“O-Oh…” Chanyeol gulped despite his mouth being awfully dry, “What do I do?”
Sehun’s timbre grew deep when he whispered in Chanyeol’s ear, “Get on your knees, princess.”
***
The second game wasn’t exactly like the first game, in fact, it wasn’t a game at all. Chanyeol didn’t have to guess anymore, yet his blindfold remained on.
He really liked this game though, there was no winning or losing but it felt like he won each time someone’s seed dripped down his face.
Being surrounded by different manly musks was dizzying, almost causing Chanyeol to lose balance while on his knees but Baekhyun’s fingers were tangled in his chocolate-brown locks, guiding his head to his thick, throbbing girth. As expected of a good, obedient omega, Chanyeol’s jaw fell lax while his mouth welcomed the leaking tip but not before he placed a gentle kiss on it.
“You’re way better at this,” Sehun sneered.
Though Chanyeol’s sight was taken, he was highly aware that everyone had their cocks in their hands, rubbing it to the delectable sight of him sucking Baekhyun. He’d been cummed on a couple of times too, hot, white sin painting his face and dress. His cheeks were tinged crimson from how hard he had been slapped with a couple of cocks, the level of roughness evident on his face.
The omega noted various features in Baekhyun’s cock such as the large, pulsing vein on the left side, the width as it painfully stretched his lips, and the untrimmed hair which prompted Chanyeol’s pretty cunt to release a fat dollop of slick.
Chanyeol secretly adored the attention he was receiving. He was a prude, little thing but the thought of him being the one to make his best friends cum was filling him with newfound confidence.
His hands wrapped around what his mouth couldn’t accommodate except Baekhyun made it work by slowly pushing into his tight, constricting throat. Eyes watering, Chanyeol’s hands gripped onto the alpha’s thighs while he looked up in an attempt to ask for mercy on his sore throat.
Baekhyun’s hips pulled back before slamming forward, forcing his length down Chanyeol’s wet, hot mouth. The omega couldn’t move either as the grip on his hair tightened. His pink tongue traced the veins each time it pushed past his swollen, glossy lips, trying desperately to please the alpha and earn praise.
The muffled curses and soft groans were a form of praise too, telling Chanyeol that he was a good omega.
Breathing through his nose wasn’t as simple as he’d been taught minutes ago, hence he gagged multiple times and then choked on his spit when Baekhyun pulled back.
All of a sudden, a blindingly bright flash flickered, suggesting that someone took a picture of his helpless, cum-drenched state.
“I’m saving this for later,” Jongin drawled.
It probably wasn’t the prettiest picture of Chanyeol as drool trickled down his chin and trails of tears adorned his face but it was in their eyes and that was all that mattered at the moment. To be pretty for his alphas was something Chanyeol strived to achieve.
He imagined how he appeared in the eyes of an alpha and if they found him alluring, desiring to have him all to themselves. The blindfold heightened his pleasure greatly, allowing him to fantasise about what his best friends were thinking.
“Take a few more,” Baekhyun husked as he pulled out. “I’m going to blow all over his face.”
After hearing that, Chanyeol opened his mouth wide, presenting his tongue. As Baekhyun said, fresh, salty cum splattered in his mouth as well as his neck, droplets of the pearly white substance dripping into the omega’s cleavage. The grip on his hair loosened as he shot his load, tainting the omega’s innocence further and staining his clothes.
Chanyeol reeked of Baekhyun, his vanilla scent overpowered by how much cum coated his slender body.
“Fuck, you did so well,” he rasped while spurting the last drops of his essence on the omega’s patient tongue.
Baekhyun’s palm cupped his cheek, thumbing over the bit of semi-dried cum on the side of his mouth before he moved. Words weren’t necessary to show appreciation as the act caused Chanyeol’s wet pussy to gape.
“Alright my turn, move,” Minseok said as he stepped into gratitude, standing where Baekhyun just was.
Minseok’s tip prodded his lips but they didn’t part.
“You could… fuck my tits instead…” Chanyeol giggled, his thin hands sliding up his narrow waist sensually to his plump chest.
“If you speak like that I’m gonna cum,” Minseok groaned lowly, slapping the tip on Chanyeol’s cheek.
Chanyeol wasn’t in his purest, barest form yet, his dress covered too much in the alphas' opinion. His skin was meant to be admired, kissed, and groped, especially his supple tummy, hence a couple hands were already tugging on the silky fabric of his dress, urging him to strip.
Impatience seeped in every action the alphas took, practically ripping the nightdress off his body. Their hands viciously clawed at his white clothes, creating long, angry tears as Chanyeol sat still. The cold embraced his figure by slipping through the rips, swirling around his thin waist and raising goosebumps on his milky skin.
At last, somebody delivered one final tear and tore off the dress, leaving Chanyeol in his matching, pink and white bra and panties.
The urge to shield himself from the hungry stares was rather strong, but his hands remained where they were. Pink coloured his face as he shakily exhaled, his frame shivering as he glanced up to where he assumed Minseok was.
His friends were blessed with the chance to gaze upon his beautiful tits, and they eagerly waited as Chanyeol’s moist, nimble fingers fiddled with the clasp in the front.
"You don’t have to do it if you’re shy,” Minseok said, care laced in his honey-like tone.
“N-No… I-I want to…” he replied before finally unclasping it.
The lace straps fell over his slim shoulders, slowly unveiling the fat that pooled over his bra’s lace hem. Blood buzzed in his ears while he shrugged it off. His perky tits were jiggling with every small movement, enticing everyone watching.
A couple of vile curses were heard as his dusty pink nipples made an appearance. They were pointed and hard from the frigid air in Sehun’s basement.
Tossing his bra aside, Chanyeol’s arms directly folded over his tits, concealing his stiff, rosy nipples from everyone’s view. The sight of Chanyeol on his knees in panties was so, so lascivious that the omega was aroused at the thought of himself, leaking onto Sehun’s carpeted floors.
“You have to sit down…” Chanyeol ordered shyly.
“I’m sitting,” Minseok answered after plopping himself onto the leather sofa, leaning back slightly with his heavy cock in his hand.
With trembling hands, Chanyeol set his fat tits on the man’s length before he squeezed them, whimpering softly from the pressure. His breasts engulfed the length in his warmth, rubbing it lewdly up and down.
Minseok’s pre-cum acted as lube, assisting the omega in delivering unadulterated pleasure. His tits were wet, embarrassingly loud squelching sounds echoing throughout the room as he lifted his tits up before bringing them back down swiftly.
The tip of Chanyeol’s tongue poked out from between his petal lips, licking the wet, bulbous head when a pearl of pre-cum formed since he didn’t wish to waste any. Minseok wasn’t the only one being indulged as Chanyeol’s fingers accidentally brushed over his nubs often, prompting his breath to hitch.
Since the alpha’s girth was sandwiched between his supple tits, he couldn’t note any features similar to what he did with Baekhyun, however, he could sense that the man possessed an impressive size, one that was painfully hard to please. As though it were his sole duty, Chanyeol focused on making Minseok cum and adding another stain to his face.
Licking the head gingerly, his tongue scooped up every bit of Minseok’s essence as it swept back and forth over the tiny slit, revelling in his manly musk. The salty liquid smeared across his plump lips and Chanyeol’s tongue darted out, letting the pre-cum melt on his starving taste buds.
He had grown accustomed to having his tits out, feeling less abashed about being gawked at yet he felt dirty, knowing that he looked like a cum-loving slut.
“You look pretty like this,” Minseok cooed, panting breathily, “it’s like you’re meant for my cock, hm?”
Eagerly nodding, Chanyeol swallowed a bit of precum before bouncing his tits for the man.
“Quit hoarding him all to yourself,” someone yelled except the pretty omega paid no heed, only worshipping the veiny cock before him.
“Alright princess, let me fuck your mouth before I get jumped by a pack of horny alphas.” Minseok’s hands brushed through Chanyeol’s bangs lovingly, pushing a few bothersome strands behind his ears.
“I-I’m not done yet,” Chanyeol whined, tugging on Minseok’s cotton pants.
If he weren’t wearing a blindfold, Minseok would be greeted with the view of his teary, lust-filled eyes pleading for more.
“I’m about to cum anyway so open that pretty mouth, hm?”
Despite experiencing the severe need to disobey, Chanyeol’s plump and swollen lips separated. The length entered and sat heavily on his tongue, resting there before Minseok’s hips snapped upwards.
Chanyeol could feel each vein pulsate, the sensation growing faster as Minseok’s thrusts grew sloppier. He was far more gentle than Baekhyun, treating Chanyeol as though he’d crack if he was yelled at or played with too hard.
The familiar feeling of warm, potent alpha seed hitting the back of his throat satisfied Chanyeol, his tense body drooping. Minseok threw around a couple curses, his hips stuttering as he emptied his load in the boy’s mouth. The fingers in his hair briefly gripped tightly but let go sluggishly when every last drop was emptied.
To waste a drop would be a sin, hence the omega’s throat relaxed, allowing the thick, creamy substance to slide down as he swallowed it.
Pulling himself off the spit-coated length, Chanyeol earned a few affectionate head pats before Minseok got up.
“I’m next,” Jongin announced. “I wanna eat you out.”
“But… I wanna do something for you…” Chanyeol responded, disappointment marring his face.
“You are. I want to taste you, baby. Won’t you let me do that?” Jongin teased, ruffling Chanyeol’s unkempt locks.
“F-Fine,” Chanyeol mumbled, blood rushing to his face from fantasising the idea.
Lips pursed, Chanyeol crawled onto the sofa with his wobbly legs and sat, awaiting his next order.
Jongin’s fingers hooked onto the waistband of his panties, toying with the multiple bows as he implicitly asked the omega for permission to remove them.
Chanyeol lolled his head back, blinking away the tears that welled up during Minseok’s throatfucking before he lifted his wide hips up. He would finally be completely exposed, exhibiting his wet, slick-soaked hole to his best friends. Feeling lightheaded from the lust, Chanyeol giggled while looking down at his covered crotch although he couldn’t see.
The room was awfully silent as everyone’s focus was on his pretty pussy. Perhaps they were thinking about how velvety his walls were or how sweet his cunt tasted, but those were simply ideas Chanyeol thought of to distract himself from the oncoming shame.
“T-Take them off…”
Slowly, Jongin’s hands peeled the fabric off his skin, his slick webbing between his neglected, pink cock and his tight, little panties. Strings of his essence were everywhere, dirtying Jongin’s fingers as he yanked off the underwear.
Chucking it aside, Jongin’s steady hands grabbed Chanyeol’s plush thigh, the fat seeping from between his fingers. He pushed them apart while leaning Chanyeol onto the pillows behind him, presenting the room with the delicious, filthy sight of his tight, creamy pussy. His small cock twitched as the alphas began whispering obscene words about his ripe hole.
Blasphemous curses resonated around the room as the omega’s hand dove down instantly to cup his little cunt, shyness conquering his mind. He wished he had kept his panties on as the attention overwhelmed him, sweet slick squirting out of him rapidly.
“Fuck… don’t be like that. Let us get a closer look,” Sehun sighed.
Whimpering, Chanyeol quietly breathed, “Don’t stare…”
The omega moved his hand away and affectionate praises started to fill his ears and satisfy his fragile heart. He could smell the desire wafting around the room, the desperation to fill his fertile, virgin womb evident.
“Just focus on me,” Jongin comforted.
Forgetting to breathe, Chanyeol exhaled deeply as a gentle yet passionate kiss was placed on his drenched pussy. Jongin’s lips were cold, knocking a gasp out of Chanyeol when the alpha explored further, kissing along his perineum before returning to his pussy.
Chanyeol felt guilty for being pleasured, except the feeling was too euphoric to ignore. His hardened cock slapped against his abdomen in bliss, coating his stomach in pre-cum.
The man’s heated breath on his hole caused Chanyeol’s hips to rise off the sofa. Pity was virtually nonexistent as Jongin began slurping, nipping and biting the irritated skin around Chanyeol’s entrance, leaving bruises that would bloom into beautiful hues of purple and remind the omega of his sins.
His tongue toyed with Chanyeol’s hole, circling it and sliding along his warm, wet walls as the omega’s breathy pleas fell upon deaf ears. It felt incredibly dirty, his slick spraying on Jongin’s face, but it was foolish of him to think that the man would halt despite being covered in Chanyeol’s pussy essence.
It powered him instead, his tongue lapping up long streaks to the omega’s leaking cock. He blew cold air over the tip, earning a sharp whine of disapproval from Chanyeol. His cock liked it though as it dribbled pearly breads of pre-cum that mixed into his slick.
The tight grip on his thighs told Chanyeol that there wasn’t a hint of mercy present in Jongin, who simply wanted to drown in the darling’s sweet juices.
Chanyeol had never mustered up the courage to taste his own slick, yet Jongin’s loud gulping told him the answer.
Flattening his tongue against Chanyeol’s swollen, fat cunt, Jongin scooped out a glob of shimmery slick and swallowed it as though he were starved. He suckled on the pinkish rim, forcing the omega to secrete his addicting, succulent slick except Chanyeol’s head fell back on the pillows, his eyes rolling back as he sobbed from the unexpected flow of pleasure.
If Jongin continued, Chanyeol would’ve squirted, coating the young alpha in his scent, hence he pathetically attempted to free himself from the man’s bruising embrace.
“Finger him too, he’s gonna need it,” Junmyeon chuckled darkly while he thumbed Chanyeol’s tear-stained cheek.
The thought shouldn’t have been so arousing except Chanyeol couldn’t stop thinking about being fucked by multiple alphas.
“Why don’t you do it?” Jongin answered, pulling away.
A line of saliva spread from Chanyeol’s hole to Jongin’s lips which the man wiped before moving back.
“Junmyeon-ah… Be gentle…” Chanyeol cried as his fingers swiped his tears away.
“I’m not fingering you, angel,” he said, inhaling the omega’s intoxicating scent, “Jongdae will.”
Calloused fingers prodded his pussy, grazing over the reddened skin before tapping on it. Chanyeol writhed on the lumpy sofa at the uncomfortable feeling.
Sniffling softly, Chanyeol felt a hand spread his legs further before a finger pushed past his walls, unmoving. The sensation was unpleasant, his hole stinging as Jongdae was knuckle-deep in him except he found his pussy eagerly clenching around the finger, accepting it inside of him.
“Is that fine?” Jongdae purred.
“Y-Yeah, ah–” Chanyeol hiccuped as his chest rose up and down frantically.
“Calm down, trust us.” Junmyeon combed through his brown strands.
One finger turned to three in a blur, pistoning inside him animalistically as he struggled to remain still, his tits bouncing with each thrust. Chanyeol desperately needed a break as his taut pussy tried to accommodate the alpha’s thick, merciless fingers.
Slick sprayed out of the virtually non-existent gaps as Jongdae continued teasing his prostate, circling the swollen, abused gland. His fingers rubbed against the squishy walls, threatening to enter his womb.
Jongdae, perhaps, had a sense of pity wash over him as he pulled his fingers out, the red, ripe cunt gaping widely as it ached for cock.
“He looks prepared,” Kyungsoo commented.
“I guess we take turns filling him up,” Baekhyun laughed as he stepped closer.
“W-Wait, all of you?” Chanyeol gasped, sitting up while dazed by what he just heard.
Sehun chuckled at Chanyeol’s surprised face. “What else did you expect, princess? Spread your legs.”
***
The harsh, unforgiving tugs on his nipples worsened the pressure in his lower abdomen, forcing him to want to cum except Baekhyun had his hand around the base of his little cock while Junmyeon thrusted in him, slamming his hips on the omega’s plump ass.
“P-Please… A-Ah!” Chanyeol sobbed, thrashing his head as his ample tits were being toyed with.
Everyone but Junmyeon, Jongdae, and Sehun had filled him up, adding to the incredible amount of cum sloshing around in his stomach. Kyungsoo was the last to fill his womb and the two had made out while the alpha rode his orgasm out. His clear, shimmery slick had transformed into a milky-white colour, their fluids mixing together as liquids slipped out of him.
He had grown exhausted, weak whimpers escaping past his swollen lips when he earned a second to breathe before being pounded into again. Jongin was tasked with holding his wrists back to stop him from pushing an alpha off, hence he couldn’t do much to protect himself from the constant abuse.
Junmyeon’s thrusts weren’t as cruel as Jongin’s or Baekhyun’s, but his pink pussy was numb, the omega unable to feel anything below his waist.
Massive, throbbing veins grazed against his pulsing, velvet omega walls. Junmyeon’s bulbous cockhead smeared pre-cum everywhere inside Chanyeol, coating the omega in his musky alpha essence.
Hands continued to roam his bruised, cum-drenched body, groping, pulling, and teasing any bit of unblemished skin to mark the omega. Chanyeol didn’t know where to focus as his entire body was heating up from the various, improper touches he received.
“Baekhyun, let go, he’s going to cry,” Kyungsoo said with a tinge of concern in his voice as the omega’s cheeks were puffy, stinging from the sheer amount of tears in his eyes.
“He looks pretty when he cries.” he clicked his tongue. “I won't let go until you all cum in him.”
“Don’t worry, Kyungsoo, I’m almost done.” Junmyeon thrusted once or twice before pushing his tip into Chanyeol’s once-virgin womb, emptying his load in there.
Pulling out, potent alpha essence gushed out of Chanyeol, his stomach visibly deflating.
Junmyeon’s hand returned to his hair as Jongdae entered, aligning his thick, girthy cock with Chanyeol’s rim.
His hips snapped brutally once or twice, giving Chanyeol a preview of what he was going to do before he quickened his pace, aiming directly at Chanyeol’s abused prostate. Though he felt he couldn’t handle the thrusting, his pussy welcomed Jongdae as his womb kissed the head.
Chanyeol could feel the irritatingly big veins on the underside of Jongdae’s impressive length, and it seemed as though the alpha was going to rip him apart from how thick he was. Whiny, breathy sobs left his lips, echoing off the walls along with the sound of his pussy squelching.
“I’m cumming, hm?” Jongdae whispered before he delivered one final, harsh thrust inside Chanyeol’s womb, groaning dangerously low as the omega’s walls clenched around him.
Every last drop was inside his cunt as his pussy squeezed Jongdae’s cock, not wasting a single bit of cum.
The alpha placed a passionate kiss on his cheek, “You were good, so good for me.”
While pulling out, Sehun swiftly replaced Jongdae as he didn’t wish for cum to leak from Chanyeol’s sweet, succulent pussy. The omega knew Sehun wouldn’t be as nice as Junmyeon or Jongdae.
“Record this, I’m gonna need it for future use,” Sehun laughed.
As soon as the flash turned on, Sehun began, not allowing Chanyeol to adjust to his hard length. The omega’s body lifted off the bed as Sehun repeatedly rammed into him, arousal in each and every thrust.
His large hands gripped Chanyeol’s hips, squeezing them as though he wished to leave beautiful bruises, ones the omega would admire in the mirror after. Sehun groaned huskily in his ear as he snapped his hips forward with the intent to hurt the omega, to see him cry.
Chanyeol’s mouth had fallen agape as he tiredly moaned, failing to control what noises escaped his mouth.
“Look at the camera when you cum, hm?” Sehun ordered, cupping his face and forcing it towards the camera.
Suddenly, Baekhyun released his pathetic cock and all it took was two thrusts for Chanyeol’s body to jerk as he came, squirting his fluids all over his tummy. Slick had spewed out of his hole with enough force to push Sehun out who had already come inside Chanyeol’s womb.
The omega relished the silence that followed his orgasm, nothing but his quiet whimpers filling his ears.
“So who wants to play again?”