Random Oneshots Pt. 2

L. Sanghyeok x T1: {Stamina} [M-ish] Pt. 2

Sanghyeok's Harem, Pt. 2

Old Cow Eaten by Young Grass [Pt. 2]

Sanghyeok's old. He's 28 and reaching 30s. His boyfriends are practically just out of their puberty ages - yet here he is. Pounded seven ways to Sunday.

POV: 3rd Person

  Sanghyeok comes home after a long day of running around to solo shoots with other Mid-Laners. There isn't much too it, and he's honestly exhausted from all the social interaction he was put through, even as this was not his first time. League's longest player, after all, is still an introvert like most and while he smiled, he would rather have sat at home and curled up in his blanket.

  He opens his arms for a whiny Minseok, towering over the smaller's body in a hug, before he's met with three others as well. It's warm, it's all that Sanghyeok has been waiting for all day, the moment he stepped out of the house when everyone else had a break. "Welcome home, Hyung!.." They welcome him, and it's a little off. Even though this was nice, they don't usually do this.

  "... What is this about?" His sharp eyes look at all of them who had lined up, glancing at each other like scolded children. Without an answer, he raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms with an expectant hum.

  Minseok elbows his fellow laner in the ribs to get him to start talking. "We.. Well-" He trails, struggling to even start his sentence. "We all wanted to.." he rubs the back of his neck, and Hyeonjoon has a little bit close to enough.

  "We wanted to know who you'd have s*x with first."

  "And.. what makes you think I'd be in the mood today?" He ignores the rest of everything that doesn't make any sense what-so-ever. But nothing ever made sense when his boyfriends lacked a brain cell that would help them in relationships.

  Not that Sanghyeok was any better - they were all his firsts, but still.

  They dismissed his question, and Wooje had whined, "you always pick the bot-lanes first!" Sometimes, they do things as a group. Even as they do things individually, Sanghyeok had never really thought about it much, but he had always liked it to start a little more gentle before he's wrecked seven ways 'til Sunday. He doesn't have the energy to get destroyed to then have to keep up a while more.

  He doesn't think, even back then, that he'd have such energy.

  Sanghyeok lets out a sigh, "you know I won't be able to keep up. You guys are all different in pace." 

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  Sanghyeok's gasping in Minhyung's arms, hands carding into his hair as the ADC kisses down his neck and pushing up into him while their support is shoving himself slowly inside. Their hands roaming his body, and Minhyung's hand moves slowly on his shaft.

  "Hyung, you're so pretty."

  "We love you so much."

  "You're our everything."

  A whisper in his ear that makes him whimper with a little more love.

  They're gentle. A softness to what they bring, and kissing him delicately. When they're in him, they're rocking like a boat on a calm sea. Afraid to hurt him and not rushing anything through because they show love like this. Just like this, where it's cozy. This eases him in for tomorrow, when he's enough to take the other two.

  The rougher ones.

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  Hyunjoon and Wooje are harsh with how they treat him, showing all their passion in their bodies when they bite at his shoulders, ramming into him like there's no tomorrow. A rough hand gripping his hair and shoving into his mouth, while he's rocked forward into the hardened member - choking him - and sent into an indescribable cloud-nine.

  "You're so good for us."

  "You feel so good, hyung."

  "You're made for us."

  They're rough. A harshness to how they kiss, bruising and damaging but yet so good. When they're stuffing him whole, they make sure to make him unable to keep up, his limbs shaking on the soft bed. They're afraid of hurting him, but their love powers their moves. A determination to show how much they exactly love. A cry leaves his lips and tears stream down his face.

  There's a reason why he starts with the softer ones.

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  "I'm getting old.." Sanghyeok frowns, holding at his lower back as he pushes himself down onto the couch, jolting at the sudden pain before laying himself down, on the side. "Be mindful of my poor limbs."

  And there's nothing else they can say to that, cuddling him there and watching a movie with him, careful to not move too abruptly if they were close.

  Their hyung is a sleeping cat when they turn back around once the movie is finished.

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Author's note: FLOP