pegging & penetration: part v

perhaps we can try a little bit of lapslocked text in this part. a reddit thread doesn't really recommend this, but this series-slash-saga-slash-universe should be a place to experiment and have fun. this was started because the writer wants to be spitroasted by two fake cocks at a time, after all.

so, let's start with something grounded: you don't know why the fuck you're jerking them off. their cocks are synthetic, for fuck's sake. alright, you're sucking them off sometimes as well. you're basically alternating between the lengths presented in front of you, keeping your mouth from vacancy. all in all, though, you still should just let them plow your holes like in the previous iterations of this series instead of giving them a pseudo-blowjob like this.

(also, both women here are from nmixx similar to the second part of this saga, although this is not a story from the alternate universe.

yeah, one might argue that there's no universe that bae jinsol and seol yoona peg a guy together in a spitroast position, but there's always a sliver of possibility if we ground the story with them being k-pop idols.)

more establishing of the physical whereabouts of the characters, and we're going to zoom in little by little. the events we're about to experience happens in thailand — the writer's home country — and we're going to assume that you're thai in this story.

(it shouldn't be much of a hassle to imagine yourself as a thai person, right?)

it happens after the concert in june, so it's a little into the future here. there's a hotel not too far from the venue. the steps are pretty obvious: you were scouted during the concert, you got a thick stack of paper to read and sign on within seconds, you're escorted to their accommodation. you've read about it a few times before in fanfics — lucky fans getting chances with idols — and they did a pretty good portrayal of the process, to be honest.

inside the assigned hotel room, you're naked. you're kneeling in front of bae jinsol and seol yoona. your lips are wrapping around bae's silicon cock right now, while your right hand is sliding up and down on sullyoon's cock. there are the encouraging, lovely moans from the cocksuckee — bae — and you feel proud of yourself that you're making her whine in pleasure like this.

just like the previous parts, you're calling them daddy just because. you're not really used to calling women your daddies, but it's bae and sullyoon. you're doing whatever the hell they tell you to do. you've already signed the nda, and you're not letting this chance go to waste. you're sucking their cocks enthusiastically, of course.

(it's tried and true, in all honesty — a fan doing anything to get a chance with their idols — but ask yourself, would you suck jang wonyoung's and kim gaeul's harness cock at the same time if you get the chance?)

these ramblings stop the moment sullyoon grips onto the back of your head.

"i want my dick sucked now, bitch boy," sullyoon orders — stern, deep, and so fucking unkind — and you wrap your smooth, putty lips around her plastic shaft with immediacy. you keep a portion of your attention on bae's strap, still, placing your left hand on her and jerking her off as if the cock is real.

surely, there's no semen being shot out of their synthetic dicks when they cum. it'll be more like a gush of girlcum that you've been building your liking for. in simpler words, you'll drink their squirt when their orgasms arrive.

regarding their personalities, despite having her mbti listed as isfp, sullyoon is much, much more cruel than her bandmate-slash-friend-slash-situationship for this occasion. there are her hands that are pressing your head down her shaft with vigor and energy. you choke on it, of course. you make awfully obscene gagging sounds from your throat when sullyoon's dick touch your esophagus and threaten to mold it into the shape of her tip — something along the lines of leaving a mark in you — and you can't help but think if she's this mean to nmixx's other nda-ed whores from around the world.

now, on the other hand and simply, bae is more gentle when your lips are around her cock. her cadence at being a cocksuckee fits you more than that of sullyoon's. the movements lean closer to being a guidance rather than a chase for bliss with you. you can only wish for sullyoon's mercy now, however.

bae seems to notice you struggling with the sullyoon's girth and length, at least.

"be gentle with him, sullyoon. he's fucking," and bae's words are cut short by your moment of contracting around sullyoon's cock pathetically. "he's choking on your cock."

sullyoon groans — terrifyingly hot with her deeper-than-usual voice — but she lets you go from her restraints on the back of your head regardless. you spring free with your saliva being flung everywhere on sullyoon's meaty thighs. your eyes linger on them for a moment before having your chin tilted up by their owner. your left hand is still rubbing bae's shaft absentmindedly.

(a bit of backstory with sullyoon's deeper-than-usual voice — there's this clip of her which the writer saw prior to the conception of this story. her voice was fucking attractive, in his opinion, even if he couldn't understand a single thing she said — language barriers. that was how this fic was made — just a five-second snippet of sullyoon's tone dipping deeper than usual.

the urge to call her mommy or daddy was rather strong as well, and he settled with the latter choice to follow to tradition of the franchise.)

"daddy," you mutter disgustingly weakly. your saliva is dripping off the edge of your mouth onto sullyoon's thighs, and you're smiling cock-drunkenly. bae has this look of concern in her eyes, but she doesn't stop whatever sullyoon is going to say to you — scold, sneer, yadda yadda. perhaps it's that pleasure she's feeling when you jerk her off. she's still moaning beside sullyoon after all. there are so many assortments of words to choose from, and you don't really mind if sullyoon's going to call you by those dehumanizing names.

"you shouldn't be this much of a cockslut. it's fucking disgusting," sullyoon scoffs with disdain, and you stick out your tongue mindlessly. your spit drips down from the pinkish flesh onto her plush skin. it further solidifies your status as, in her words again, a cockslut, although you know it with your heart that it turns sullyoon on — filling the lust meter, or whatever comparison you can think of.

"it turns you on, doesn't it?" bae jokes, tapping her friend's shoulder tenderly. "i find it hot, to be honest."

sullyoon just chuckles — devilish — while you're still gazing into her eyes and salivating on her legs. "yeah, it's hot — boys drooling over my cock and stuff," and she tilts your face a little from side to side. it's about getting a full view of your somewhat handsome features. knowing your cocksucker is key to having a good blowjob — synthetic or not. the process kinda feels like verifying your face for a dating app profile, though.

"you don't look like a k-pop fan, and i mean this in the best way possible. you're far too fucking pretty to listen to shit like this," sullyoon continues. you almost failed to register her words with the combined length of her sentences and the length of her silicone cock.

you give her a slightly puzzled look at first, thinking of a response for her. you know that you can be snappy and shoot something witty back at her, but that's not you. you're neither that confrontational nor assertive, even in day-to-day situations, so you just reply with some basic string of words.

(it was something along the lines of you being handsome enough to be chosen out of the crowd to suck her strap right now, in the case that it wasn't clear enough.)

"i have bad taste in music, daddy," you reply, almost slipping more devaluation of your, again, somewhat handsome face onto the women. it's kind of conflicted, really. sometimes you think you're a fucking godly figure. sometimes you think you're a fucking monster. it's a strange state of mind to have. perhaps it's something to do with caffeine, alcohol, or other substances.

sullyoon smirks, biting her lower lip as if she found even more of her hunger for your pouty lips. you think she's trying to find a witty response regarding your music preference, though bae is a bit faster than her at that.

"bad enough to splash your cash and come see us perform on stage?" bae asks, reaching forward to fondle your left cheek. her eyes are terribly kind. they're so much of a contradiction to sullyoon's. perhaps that's why so many people are behind the sullbae agenda — opposites attract.

(well, at least when sullyoon is indulging her subconcious and becomes an entj like this.)

you just go with this awfully weird flow. "yes, daddy. i'm a dumbass."

sullyoon proposes, "we can fuck some sense into your brain then, maybe?"

"definitely, daddy."

you're not exactly the slutty kind, per se. the mannerisms of a cock-hungry slut just never feel right to you — jaw going slack, mouth opening wide, having a girlcock probing the back of your throat — it's not for you. however, you really can act like one under the appropriate circumstances. in this case, it's an encounter of two plastic cocks — bae jinsol's and seol yoona's — in front of your face, and you're too desperate to pass over this chance.

(again, you're not that handsome, after all.

you still think you're mostly alright all around, at least. that's what your thoughts average out into.)

"you're gonna be listening to weyes blood and japanese breakfast when we're done with you, bitch boy," sullyoon remarks. the notion is pretty damn foreign to you. after all, you're not too well-endowed in the non-mainstream music scene. you've listened to indie music, but most of the time, it's k-pop that leads your listening charts.

"what are the english exams here — ielts? toeic? toefl? sat?" bae inquires.

"900 in toeic, daddy," you answer. the incredulously high english score is so much of a paradox to your music taste right now. "that's the most recent one — 7.5 in ielts before that."

"what the hell? why the fuck are you even listening to k-pop even?" bae says with a laugh that's almost leaving her mouth. she's trying to hold her expression in out of respect for you having terrible taste in music.

"his money is our salary, though. so, i don't know, it's pretty fucked up," sullyoon scoffs. "still agree that he should be listening to underscores or tiffany day rather than us though."

"they don't fuck his holes like we do, if there's any counterpoint to that," bae jokes, and you watch sullyoon nod in agreement.

"i'll give them a chance, daddy," you utter, dipping your head down to lick the tip of her hardness. it's just enough to tease her with the notion of your warm mouth sucking her off a tad more, as she moans softly into the cold air of the hotel room.

(some interruption just to state that the recent nmixx isn't, at all, mediocre akin to the rest of the waning industry. if anything, they're propelling themselves into getting that cult status. still, k-pop, as a genre, is just lacking in a lot of departments.)

"fuck, halo should be a good start, at least," and sullyoon presses you back onto her cock. your heated orifice envelops her artificial length again. there are the familiar bodily responses coming from her, and it becomes a cycle of sullyoon's answers and your efforts. they fuel each other — a proto-cooperation relationship.

bae uses the downtime of pleasure to her benefits. she gets off the edge of the bed before positioning herself behind you. her hands grip your wide hips, and you just know the next step of the framework immediately.

painting more into the current situation, bae and sullyoon are already naked along with you. you proposed that it would be a fair game if there were no clothes involved, and that was probably the only thing they've complied with you for tonight. and certainly, at the sight of their tall bodies, your cock twitches excitedly as you slobber on their plastic ones.

(that was definitely not the writer's self-insertion moment of liking taller women, maybe.)

then, painting more into your backstory, you've never been pegged before in your life, so you're losing your anal virginity to bae jinsol here. you're happy, to be clear, just a little surprised that it's bae jinsol of all the people — 170 centimeters of height, bob haircut, devastatingly gorgeous. it's your little piece of information that you can relish in the future.