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plot: for the sake of a mission, you and arthur have to pretend to be husband and wife to pull off a heist.
You’d been with the Van der Linde gang long enough to stop wondering if you belonged.
They’d pulled you out of a bad situation. Well, really, Arthur Morgan had pulled you out - and somewhere between the runs to town, the camp chores, and the gunfights, you’d stopped thinking of them as “the gang” and started thinking of them as yours.
And Arthur?
Arthur had been there from day one, steady as bedrock, eyes always finding you in a crowd. But if he felt anything more than friendship, he was good at hiding it. Too good.
It was Dutch who came up with the job.
“Simple,” Dutch said, laying the map flat on the table. “Couple in town’s been hoarding a pile of bonds. We’re not breaking in—they’re having a little social gathering. We get invited, we walk in smiling, we walk out richer. Needs a man and a woman who look respectable enough to pass as married folk.”
The look he gave you made your stomach dip. Not you. You hated this sort of thing. Hosea had you acting like a damn foolish girl last month for the sake of a couple hundred from a wagon. It was embarrassing. You were up for robbing but the acting? Not so much.
It was the look he gave Arthur that made your pulse jump. Arthur would be your pretend husband? Your cheeks burned and you went to protest but Arthur got there first.
“Dutch, I don't know now-”
“You clean up well,” Dutch said with a grin. “And she’s already got the charm. Perfect match. Who you expectin' me to send her with, Arthur? Pearson?!” A bark of laughter escaped Dutch's mouth.
Arthur’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue.
Dutch gave a wide grin, "Well, it's sorted." He turned to you, "We'll get you a dress, get Mr. Morgan here a suit, come up with a backstory for you both and when the party rolls around, you're good to go." He clapped Arthur on the shoulder and gave you a nod before he left chuckling to himself.
Two days later, everything was sorted.
Dutch had found a dress for you. Cream and navy with lace and satin. It was beautiful. You'd never really worn anything so grand before.
Hosea had you both weaving the same fabricated story of yourselves and of your marriage.
Tilly helped you dress and Mary-Beth pinned your hair up, smirking as she made comments such as 'Arthur won't know what hits him when he sees you'.
When you finally stepped out towards the hitching post, Arthur was already there, adjusting his hat. He wore a dark suit, hair and beard both trimmed and styled. He looked incredibly charming. His gaze landed on you, flicked away, then came back for a second look.
"You look... different," was all he said.
"Different good or different bad?"
"Good." He coughed, tugging at the collar of his shirt. It was gruff and suspiciously like he wanted to change the subject, "Real good." As he climbed into the cart, you swore you saw the slightest shade of pink dance up his cheeks to his ears.
The ride into Rhodes started awkward. You sat beside him on the cart as he directed the horses where to go. Lenny had managed to steal the cart from a drunk farmer and the horses your camp had lots of. 'Looks more sophisticated then showin' up on a horse.' Dutch had said.
You watched the rolling hills pass before turning to look over to Arthur, "You know the plan?"
He gave a short, "Yep."
You rolled your eyes at him, "You don't have to sound so put out."
"I ain't put out," he said with a shake of his head, "Just don't see how this is the best way to do the job."
"Right... 'cause us showing up guns blazing looking like we're about to rob the place is much better."
That earned a faint huff of a laugh, and the tension eased. Slightly.
It didn't take too long before you were there. Arthur climbed out of the cart and just as you were about to, he appeared at your side, holding out his hand with a warm smile on his face, "Oh!" You said in surprise, "How gentlemanly."
"Now, what kind of husband would I be if I ain't makin' sure you get out alright?"
You smiled, gladly taking his hand and letting him help you down, "Why, thank you, Mr. Morgan."
"Always, Mrs. Morgan."
It was odd how easy the two of you seemed to slot into these roles. How normal it felt to be calling each other husband and wife. How comfortable it felt to be touching him and have him touch you.
His hand was on the small of your back as he led you forwards through the gates and onto the grounds of a luxurious home, "Dutch better not be wrong," you muttered under your breath, "let's hope it's as good as he says."
Arthur handed the invitation to a guard who checked it and let you in.
The house was bright with candles and music from a string quartet. Arthur guided you through the door, his palm at the small of your back. Proper. Steady. Warm.
You found yourselves in a knot of six or seven well-dressed strangers.
“Arthur Morgan,” he said, tipping his hat. “This is my wife.”
There were polite greetings and introductions, and then the questions began.
“How long have you been married?”
Arthur answered without missing a beat, “Three years.”
“Almost four now actually,” you added, smiling like you’d discussed it beforehand.
They asked about where you lived, and you told them you travelled often, "We've never really settled anywhere for very long," you said, "Arthur's job takes us here, there and everywhere."
"Is that so? What is it you do for work, Mr. Morgan?"
Arthur's mouth curved up faintly, "Horses," he said just as Hosea had told him, "Livestock. Bit o' huntin' now and then. Whatever keeps food on the table." That earned a ripple of small chuckles.
"But even though we do move frequently, as long as we're together then that's all that matters. He's my home, I guess." The women in the group loved this answer, all aweing and smiling warmly at you. You could feel Arthur's gaze on you and you felt something shift.
Arthur’s thumb brushed lazily against your spine while you talked - just once, but enough to make your pulse skip.
“What’s the secret to a happy marriage?”
Arthur glanced at you before saying, “Patience.”
You grinned, “Patience, and not letting him near the accounts ledger.”
Laughter followed, and he leaned down so only you could hear, “Ledger’s fine, darlin'. Your handwriting’s just too damn fancy to read.”
Darlin'.
Eventually, you drifted toward the refreshments. Arthur hung back, letting you pour a glass of punch on your own. That’s when a tall man in a navy coat sidled up.
“Don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” he said, his stare and smile a little too intense for your liking. “You here alone?”
“No. My husband’s here.” You smiled politely and turned your head trying to find Arthur in the crowd but you couldn't see him.
He smirked, “Don’t look like he’s keeping a very close eye on you.”
"Oh, he'll be around here somewhere, don't worry."
The man extended his hand, "Jeffery Donaldson, pleasure to meet you." You took his hand, sharing your name, "Pretty name for a pretty woman."
Before you could reply, Arthur was suddenly at your side, close enough that his coat brushed your arm.
“There you are, darlin'.” Arthur's voice felt tense, annoyed. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, "This man ain't botherin' you, I hope?"
The man, looking stunned, stuttered something about a misunderstanding and disappeared into the crowd.
Arthur’s jaw was still tight, “Friendly, wasn’t he?”
“He was just making conversation. Didn't like the way he stared but harmless.”
“Didn’t sound like conversation to me,” he muttered, before softening. “You alright?”
“I am now.” You smiled up at him, drinking in the way he looked standing in front of you. You never got to see him like this - soft - so you were soaking up every moment whilst it lasted. Even if it was play pretend.
The music shifted to a slower melody. Arthur glanced toward the dance floor, “We should probably… sell the part.”
“If you insist, Mr. Morgan.”
He wasn’t flashy, but when Arthur took your hand and led you into the gentle swirl of couples, he did it with a quiet steadiness that eased your nerves. His palm rested against your back again - warmer now, closer.
“You’re a good dancer,” you murmured.
“Just followin’ your lead,” he said, but the faint smile tugging at his mouth told a different story.
The room blurred into candlelight and the scrape of shoes. Every so often, his thumb brushed against your spine, subtle but unmistakable.
“You make this too easy,” you said softly.
“What’s that?”
“Pretending.”
His eyes met yours, “Ain’t felt much like pretendin’ tonight.”
When the song ended, Arthur’s hand tightened at your back - a signal. It was time. Somewhere between the drinks and the dancing, you'd forgotten you had a job to do.
You left the floor arm in arm, drifting down a quieter hallway. The study door opened with a quiet click, revealing a polished desk under lamplight.
Arthur stayed near the door, watching, while you rifled drawers. Letters, bills, a pistol - no bonds.
“Bottom left,” he murmured.
You tugged the stubborn drawer free and found a neat stack of paper-wrapped bonds.
“Got ‘em.”
He was suddenly beside you, sliding the bundle into the inner lining of his coat. Close - too close - and smelling of cedar and smoke.
“Nice work, Mrs. Morgan.”
“You too, Mr. Morgan.”
Footsteps sounded in the hall. Arthur caught your hand and pulled you in against his chest as he pressed into the wall. Footsteps stopped outside of the study. You held your breath. And then after an agonising few seconds, the footsteps retreated. Like someone thought twice about where they wanted to be in the house.
“You can let go now,” you whispered.
He didn’t - at least not right away. When he did, he didn't look at you but you swore you could see that shade of pink reaching up his cheeks again, “Best get back.”
You re-entered the ballroom smiling, talking easily, the stolen bonds hidden between you. It struck you how simple it had been - not the theft, but doing it with him. Like the dance. Like the way he’d stood at your side all night. It didn’t feel like pretending anymore.
When you left, you felt a slight sadness that the night was already over. That the play pretend was over. It felt nice. Normal. Comfortable. Had you been doing it with anyone else it would've felt strange, uncomfortable but Arthur... Oh, Arthur.
Arthur Morgan was something else entirely.
The ride back was quiet at first, the horses’ hooves steady under the stars.
“That fella at the drink table,” Arthur said finally.
“What about him?”
“Didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”
“That’s the point of the job, isn’t it? Get noticed being pretty rather than getting noticed for being a thief.”
“Noticed you plenty without him hangin’ over your shoulder.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest. Was he jealous? Surely not. Arthur didn't care for you like that. He was your friend and was merely just looking out for you as a friend, right?
After a stretch of silence when you were almost back at camp, he said, “Surprised they believed it.”
“Believed what?”
“That we were… married.”
You blinked, “Why’s that surprising?”
He glanced at you, “Serious? Why would someone like you go for someone like me?” He let out a bitter laugh.
“That’s not that hard to believe, Arthur,” you said softly. Something flickered in his expression, like a door cracking open. "In fact, I don't think it's hard to believe at all."
He stopped the horses just before camp and helped you down, his hand lingering around yours. You didn't mind at all.
“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” he murmured.
“You should.”
His gaze dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. Like he was debating kissing you. But he let go, walking you toward camp with that same steady, protective presence.
You were left with a different kind of sadness in the pit of your stomach. A longing sadness that the man who wanted wouldn't let himself believe that you could ever want him.
The camp was quiet later, fire embers low. You were brushing the last pins from your hair when boots crunched softly outside your tent.
“Still awake?” Arthur’s voice, low and hesitant.
“Yeah. Come in.”
He stepped inside, looking almost uncertain, “Just wanted to make sure you were alright… after tonight.”
“Course I'm okay. I was with you. I had a lot of fun, actually.”
He couldn't quite look at you, “You did good. Better than good. Guess I was the one who almost messed it up.”
“How so?”
“Kept forgettin’ we were pretendin’.” It was an admission of sorts. In his own way.
You smiled slightly, “I forgot too if I'm bein' honest. With you... it was easy. Like it was... normal.”
He took a step closer, his shadow falling over you in the warm lamplight, “I meant what I said. About not understandin’ why someone like you would…” He shook his head. “Hell, I ain’t good at this.”
“You don’t have to be good at this,” you said, reaching for his hand. “You just have to mean it.”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles - tentative at first, then firmer, “I mean it,” he said quietly, “By God, do I mean it.”
You felt the air shift between you, the silence thick and warm. His gaze dropped to your mouth, lingered, then lifted back to your eyes like he was waiting for permission.
You gave it by leaning in just slightly. That was all it took.
Arthur cupped your jaw gently, his calloused palm warm against your skin, and kissed you - slow, deliberate, with the kind of care that made it feel like he’d been holding it back for a long time.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “Reckon we ain’t pretendin’ anymore, huh?” he murmured.
You smiled. “No, don't think we are.”
Outside, the camp slept on, but for the two of you, the night was just beginning.
The next morning when the two of you sat a little closer on a log drinking coffee, Dutch smiled, "Take it the heist went well then?" He asked innocently, "How'd it go last night?"
Arthur almost choked on his coffee. Dutch's grin was far too knowing. You couldn't look at him but you managed out a small, "All good."
Dutch's eyes flickered between you - your closeness, the way Arthur's hand was on your knee, your flushed cheeks.
"Mm," he hummed, smug, "Thought as much." Seeing Arthur's flushed cheeks, Dutch laughed loudly before clapping him on the shoulder, "Glad to see the two of you work well together. I'll go collect my winnings from Uncle and Javier."
You frowned, "Winnings?"
Arthur's head snapped up, "You bet on us?!"
Dutch's laugh only got louder, "Whole camp's been bettin' on whether you two would finally get together. Let's just say, I had money on 'yes'." With one last burst of laughter, he tipped his hat, sauntering off towards the other side of camp, whistling as he went.
Arthur shook his head, muttered something under his breath, but you caught the faintest curve of a smile at his mouth.
"You know they were betting?"
"Hell no," Arthur said, "but I do wonder how much he's going to win."
"Well," you said, leaning just a little closer, "guess it's a good thing we didn't let him down."
Arthur's hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, "Guess so," he murmured, his eyes holding yours for a beat longer than necessary.
And just like that, Dutch's bet didn't seem half as important as the quiet, certain way Arthur kept holding your hand.
Summary: When Joel and Arthur get caught in a storm and need a place to stay, they weren't expecting to find you—a temptress who offers them shelter in your cabin, and wants nothing more than for the two rugged cowboys to keep you warm.
Warnings: 18+ Explicit Smut MDNI Porn With Minimal Plot, Threesome (MFM, some MMF dynamics), oral (f receiving), v fingering, unprotected p in v, the boys take turns with you, multiple creampie, cumplay/eating, so much dirty talk, praise kink, ma'am/sir kinks, brief breeding kink. Red Dead universe, Cowboy!Joel. Lowkey getting throuple vibes so...we'll see if there's more parts to come.
Wordcount: 10.3k
A/N: thank you @joelsversion you made my brain rot just from mentioning joel x reader x arthur, this one is for YOU!!! And ty for being the devil on my shoulder for it and letting me spam you with snippets and thoughts in DMs hehehe ILY! also ty @cupofjoel for being another pair of eyes on it and giving me feedback & encouragement I needed!
When Joel teamed up on hunting down a bounty with Arthur, this was not how he expected it to go.
Halfway to the town where their target was last spotted, they’d taken a break from riding right as the sky opened up above their heads and a light drizzle started. Joel had gestured up towards the dark, angry clouds, insisting that they should ride harder to get to town before a storm started, but Arthur had brushed off his concerns, insisting that they’d be fine finding a place to hole up for the time being.
Then they were trekking through a more densely wooded area as the rain began to fall harder, the only thing stopping them from being completely soaked was the thick branches above their heads, leaves protecting them from being drenched as much as the hats on their heads.
Joel was letting out unhappy grunts every now and then as they continued to walk, searching for some cover with no avail, and Arthur groaned, tilting his head back to roll his eyes before glancing at his friend.
“Quit your moaning, will ya?” Arthur grumbled, and Joel’s eyes narrowed, shooting an irritated glare towards the man leading the way across the wet forest floor.
“Not moaning,” Joel muttered, the whole situation only reminding him why he was a lone wolf, and avoided every invitation extended to join the Van der Linde gang like it was the plague. Arthur was the only person he’d ever consider teaming up with, and only ever temporarily.
But now he was wishing he wouldn’t even do that, aching for a glass of whiskey and the conversation of Ellie, the little spitfire outlaw girl he’d recently taken under his wing back in the town they had just rode out from.
“Shoulda kept riding,” Joel mumbled, and Arthur’s head sharply turned so he could glare back over his shoulder at the comment.
“Well, not much to do about that now, is there?” Arthur shot back, the two men continuing to glare at each for a moment before Joel broke the gaze, shifting his glare out at the trees all around them while the rain continued to fall harder, and Arthur sighed. “Just keep looking, alright? There’s gotta be some cover ‘round here.”
A few more minutes of trekking that got increasingly more difficult turned up nothing, until the rustling of branches off to the side caught the attention of both men, who each whirled around quickly towards the sound, unhampered by their wet clothes as hands flew to revolvers in their respective holsters.
And that was when you appeared.
You were a pretty little thing, something that Joel was too embarrassed to ever admit was the first thing he noticed about you—which, in retrospect, was a very tame thought considering what was in store for the three of you that night.
A simple blouse and lightweight skirt clung to your frame due to the rain that had steadily begun to pour, a hunting rifle held steady in your grasp, though you weren’t pointing it at either of the outlaws. Instead it was pointed casually towards the ground, clearly intended to be used for hunting animals and not men, but the way your fingers twitched and tightened around the gun let both men know that you wouldn’t hesitate to aim it at either one if they reached fully for their own weapons.
Arthur was the first to slowly drop his hand, his silent show of meaning no harm no surprise to Joel—his friend had always had a soft spot for a pretty face, going so far as to make a fool of himself for a lady on more than one occasion (even if most of the time that was for just one lady).
Joel’s fingers hovered in the air around his revolver for a few moments longer, but as your eyes—sharp, calculating as they flickered between both men to gauge their intentions—followed Arthur’s hands as he raised them in the air to further show he had no ill will, your grip relaxed on your rifle, stance relaxing from its tensed position to draw if needed, and Joel finally let his hand fall back to his side as well.
“Howdy, Miss,” Arthur was also the first to speak in this odd situation they had found themselves in, facing the sudden appearance of a woman in these goddamned woods Arthur had gotten them trapped in, his hand coming up to tilt the brim of his drenched hat towards you in greeting as the rain beat on all your forms.
“Howdy there, cowboys,” you replied, leaning back slightly as your face relaxed from the sound of the man’s low rasp, glancing between both of the strange men a few more times before settling on the other one who hadn’t spoken yet.
“Evenin’,” Joel muttered, giving you a slight nod, revealing another deep timbre rumbling from an equally broad chest, and you looked back and forth between both men again.
Slowly, a brightness entered your eyes, joining that sharpness to create a gaze as enticing as the tiny smirk that curled onto full lips as you asked slowly, evenly, as if trying not to spook a horse or perhaps testing the waters, "And what are you two gentlemen doing out here all on your lonesomes?"
Arthur’s hands moved slowly then, trying equally as much not to spook you with any sudden movements as he rested them on his hips, adopting a more casual stance even as the rain continued to fall around you while he replied, “Got caught out in this frightful weather, I’m ‘fraid. Just lookin’ for somewhere warm and safe ‘till it passes over.”
"Oh?" you arched an eyebrow, that smirk twitching up to spread those pretty lips just a bit wider, before glancing back further in the woods. "Lucky for you. I got a cabin a little ways away, if y'all need a place to dry off and warm up.”
When you looked back at them, there was a mischievous twinkle in your eye now, your smirk shifting into something knowing, something that caused a flame to lick inside of Joel’s veins that he was fairly certain shouldn’t be there, but it was stoked higher as you added, “It's small, though. Hope there’s room for three.”
And then there was a wink from you after those words—a tiny, inconsequential thing. Could have meant anything.
But it sealed the fate for the three of you that night, and looking back at it now, Joel thinks you all knew it at that moment.
Something in the humid air shifted, a charge like that before thunder striking sparking to life between each of you, an addicting magnetism as Joel glanced towards Arthur from the corner of his eye, hoping to find something grounding in the man to deter his quickly wandering thoughts at that comment.
But just one look at his friend showed that he was probably far worse off than Joel. A smirk was slowly curling up half of Arthur’s lips as he gazed at you, thumbs moving to hook on his belt as he shifted back on his feet before turning his head slightly to meet Joel’s gaze.
The bastard must have seen what Joel was thinking just from that shared look, as Arthur’s smirk twitched into a dangerously wicked grin, one he quickly tried to cover up by rubbing a large hand over his chin, covering up his mouth with his palm to compose himself before glancing back towards you.
“That’d be mighty kind of you, miss,” Arthur drawled, giving you a deep nod to show that he did mean the words, even as the hints of that wickedness didn’t completely disappear from his face when his hand dropped. Though the grin had melted back into a tiny knowing smirk as he met your own mischievous gaze straight-on. “We’d both be nothin’ but a couple of fools to deny such hospitality right about now.”
“I believe you would be,” you replied easily, and Joel suspected both he and Arthur knew they were in for it when your eyes were just as knowing, smirk just as wicked while you turned to begin to head through the trees, gesturing with a nod of your head for them to follow as you introduced yourself.
“Arthur Morgan,” the outlaw introduced himself, still taking the lead in this conversation as he walked after you first, and Joel followed, helpless but to follow this tantalizing force of gravity, the growing tension in the air that was just as heavy as the storm that was brewing while they followed you to your home that you were offering to them for shelter. “This is my friend, Joel Miller.”
“Friend’s a strong word,” Joel spoke up finally for the second time since meeting you, and he was surprised by the bright laughter that left your lips to echo through the air towards where they were dutifully following behind you, sending a tingle down Joel’s spine, his gaze straying down your drenched form and locking in on the way your hips swayed while you expertly led the way through the forest.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintances, gentlemen," you said, your entire presence one of casual confidence, though there was something almost...seductive, some hidden innuendo in the way you called them gentlemen.
Like you knew they weren’t.
Like you knew exactly what they were thinking.
And when you shot another smirk back over your shoulder when the three of you broke through a clearing, a small cabin plainly in view—Joel realized that you weren’t just aware of the energy shift between you three, but that you were feeding it.
"Well?” you said with a sigh once you reached the door, tugging it open and offering the tempting promise of not being pelted by rain, and something even more satisfying when you shot them both a considerably suggestive smile. “Coming?”
Arthur’s hand found his face again, long fingers stroking across his chin as he glanced from you to Joel, that wicked smile dancing across his lips again, and heat coursed through Joel at the sight of his friend’s knowing grin, one that he felt himself slowly returning.
"Don't mind if I do,” Arthur murmured, keeping his gaze locked with Joel for just a moment longer, something unspoken passing between the two, the same way they always communicated before Arthur followed you into the one-room residence, and Joel followed, the two men allowing themselves to be swept up in the heat of your not so subtle flirtation, and whatever was to follow.
You closed the door behind the two men after they entered, leaving the three of you very much alone until the worst of the storm had passed.
Glancing back between the two broad-shouldered, rough and tough cowboys in your small home, you couldn’t help but hope that the storm would last all night.
"Thank you greatly for the kindness, ma’am,” said the more talkative one—Arthur Morgan, he had introduced himself, the man holding a tad more amiability than his friend, but just as equally rugged as his more silent, surly companion.
Were you a fool for inviting these two total strangers in like this?
Oh, absolutely.
Did you care when they were both taking turns not so subtly looking at you like you were the sweetest thing they’d seen in weeks, and they were nothing but a couple of starving men dying for just a taste?
Not a bit.
"But of course," you smiled at them both as they found spots in the center of the small cabin, being so kind as to set their weapons down on the tiny table you used for dining, still exchanging little knowing looks here and there that sent your pulse racing, head swimming with dark desire. "Couldn't leave two cowboys out in the woods when there's a storm brewin’."
You moved towards your quaint dining table to rest your own hunting rifle there—and if the path you took led you to brush your shoulder across Arthur’s sinfully broad chest, so be it.
The quiet, sharp intake of breath from the man as you grazed him was a very, very good sign, and you smirked to yourself as you peeled your jacket from the rest of your wet clothes, draping the clothing over the back of a chair before turning back to face the two.
Perhaps you were the lucky one.
“Now, gentlemen,” you started with a sigh, pushing your wet hair over to one shoulder, revealing the slope of your neck and the rain drops lingering on the skin there, your blood running hotter when the attention of both men snapped right to it at the movement. “There’s plenty of ways to warm up from the chill. I could get a fire going for y’all, if you please.”
There was another smile slowly slipping onto Arthur’s lips, and your heart was racing now, pounding in your chest as your eyes lingered on how surprisingly soft those lips looked before glancing over to his friend.
Joel’s eyebrow arched, his gaze dragging down how the layers of your clothes clung to your skin, openly appreciating the way it accentuated your curves as his low voice caressed your ears with a leading, “Or…?”
You smirked, glad he had taken the bait, and you kept your gaze locked with Joel’s when he looked back up at your face, even as you took a step closer to his friend while you repeated, “Or…”
Your footsteps stopped in front of the other man, chests brushing dangerously close as you pulled your eyes away from Joel to look up at Arthur, raising your own eyebrow as you took the opportunity to give an appreciative glance over the way his clothes stuck to his strong frame as you whispered huskily, “We could always see if there is room for three.”
With a tilt of your head to the side, you let Arthur’s gaze slip past over your shoulder to the small bed in the corner of the room, referencing your same sentiment you had alluded to with a wink earlier, your intentions then perfectly clear now with your sultry words.
A low rasp of a chuckle emitted from Arthur’s chest, and you could almost feel the vibrations of the sound with how close your chest was to his, and you found yourself leaning in closer, brushing your bodies together slightly and biting your lip at the feeling of the coarse fabric of his shirt rubbing against the drenched thin fabric of yours, nipples already hard through the fabric of your blouse and chemise at the hint of gentle friction combined with the previous cold.
“Mm,” a throaty hum echoed the chuckle, and you did feel the vibrations that time, pressed deliciously against your sensitive nipples as you pressed your chest further against Arthur’s as his eyes snapped down towards yours, gaze darkening as he surely felt the peaks of your nipples through his own soaked shirt. “Mr. Miller, I believe this pretty girl may want the both of us.”
There was an answering hum somewhere nearby, closer than where you had seen Joel standing before, and your breathing picked up a bit faster than before, chest continuing to brush against Arthur’s with each inhale and exhale as you heard his friend reply in a delicious murmur of that heady drawl, “I think you’re right about that, partner.”
“That what you want, Miss?” Arthur asked, keeping your attention glued to him even as you heard Joel’s boots echo against the ground with each slow step towards you. “A couple bodies to keep you warm tonight? Keep the chill outta your bones?”
You nodded slowly, tongue slipping out between your lips to wet your mouth, heat pooling in your veins and starting to coil in your lower stomach as Arthur watched your tongue closely until it disappeared back inside your mouth, but still his gaze was fixed intently on your lips as you murmured, “I suppose I do.”
Your lips curled into an innocent smile then, a purposefully sharp contrast to the lewd words that slipped from your wet lips next, "Will you and your handsome friend keep me warm tonight, Mr. Morgan?"
“Well, if that’s really what you desire, miss…” Arthur’s large hand grazed against your waist, and you sucked in a breath, eyelids fluttering when the heat of his palm enveloped your hip, long fingers dragging along where the soaked fabric of your blouse tucked under the hem of your skirt. “Then we’d be more than happy to keep you warm.”
Arthur’s head ducked down, lips grazing against your ear as he whispered in a dark rasp that sent contrasting feelings through you, a shiver through your body and a heat that made your thighs clench together, “For your hospitality, of course.”
“Of course,” you murmured, licking your lips again as a soft sigh of anticipation left them when Arthur’s lips grazed across the shell of your ear down to the lobe, pulling it just between his lips, keeping it pressed between them before grazing his teeth against it, and your eyes finally moved over his shoulder to find where his friend had ended up.
Joel was closer now, a foot or two away, his gaze darkened with an unspeakable primal need as he watched Arthur’s hand shift from your hip to slide across your back, finding the small of it to tug you fully against him, and the gasp that left your mouth when you felt Arthur’s body pressed to yours made Joel stiffen, hazel eyes flaring with a desire that kept getting darker, as deep and sinful as yours while you smirked at him.
"I think your friend likes watching us, Mr. Morgan,” you whispered, lowering your head to hover your face over Arthur’s neck, mouth parting slightly to brush your plump lower lip across his pulse point, earning a delicious groan from the man that was echoed by a quieter one from Joel as he stared at the point where your lips met Arthur’s skin. “Should we give him a show?"
Your hand curled around Arthur’s neck as his head lifted, fingers drawing languid circles where your lips had just been, and you watched as he glanced back over his shoulder, following your line of sight to Joel, and you felt a rush of dampness between your thighs as Arthur winked at Joel while whispering to you, “I think you may be onto somethin’, darlin’.”
That was all you needed to hear, smirking up at Arthur as he turned back to you before pulling him down, your lips meeting his in a slow, sensual kiss that exuded temptation and seduction. Your fingers stroked up and down the strength of his neck, licking along his lips before slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, dragging it along his own tongue, kissing him deeply with the electrifying weight of Joel’s gaze on you both as you locked into a heady, passionate embrace.
It was exhilarating, being caught up in the arms of this ruggedly handsome stranger, liplocked in a soul damning way with such a captivated audience. So distracted by the heat of the kiss, you didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer until another hand was on your waist, taking the spot where Arthur’s hand was just before.
You moaned into Arthur’s mouth when you felt the caress of more strong fingers on your hip before they grabbed you tighter, Joel urging you towards him for his own turn, and you pulled your mouth from Arthur, eyes half-lidded as you only gave yourself enough time to find where Joel was standing next to you before leaning up to him.
Your lips met his now as you kissed Joel next, one hand still around Arthur's neck to feel the muscles tensing in it as your other hand went to wrap around the wet fabric of Joel’s shirt where it stuck to his collarbone, tugging him down further into the kiss that was just as hot and desperate as the one you shared with Arthur.
Now there was the intoxicating feeling of Arthur’s gaze on you as your tongue danced with Joel’s, the taste of both men mixing together on your lips. You moaned into Joel’s mouth this time when you felt Arthur’s hand slip down your back to your ass, grabbing a handful of soft flesh through your wet skirt and squeezing, your hips bucking up into Joel’s at the sensation.
“Needy little minx,” Arthur murmured as his fingers dug into your ass tighter, guiding your hips up to Joel’s again in a slow grind that pulled moans from both of your mouths, swallowed by one another as the kiss became even hotter, greedier as Joel’s palm found your other cheek, both men now lifting and pushing you up to grind against where Joel was hardening in his rain soaked pants.
When Arthur’s hand dropped from your rear, you almost whined from the loss of his touch until you felt the strong length of his body press up against your back, large hands on your hips to keep you between the two men. Arthur’s lips descended on your neck to lick along the length of it before softly biting down, pulling another moan from your mouth that Joel greedily swallowed before pulling back to suck on your bottom lip at the same moment Arthur wrapped his own lips around the skin he had just bit to suck a mark to form on you.
“Fuck,” you gasped when Joel’s lips released yours, letting your head fall back onto Arthur’s shoulder while he began to grind his hips into you from behind, matching the pace Joel had set grinding against your core.
You were near goddamn delirious from the feeling of being pressed between two clothed erections when Joel’s hand that was still squeezing your ass released it, his palm turning between your rear and Arthur’s hips pressed against it, and the answering grunt from Arthur that fell right against your ear let you know everything you needed to about what that hand was doing now.
“Christ, Joel,” Arthur's gruff voice grunted out against your ear, his lips finding the lobe to tug it between his teeth again while you felt him grind his hips against Joel’s palm, the faster pace of his bucking sending your own hips rocking against Joel’s faster, the three of you already deteriorating into moaning messes, finding a rhythm with each other that brought a build of equal pleasure, even with your drenched clothes still stuck to your skin.
As soon as the realization of still being completely dressed crossed your mind, your fingers were rising to the top of your blouse, trembling slightly from excitement as you began to unbutton it.
Your actions pulled a deep rumble of laughter from Joel’s chest, vibrating against your nipples that now only had the thin, transparent fabric of your chemise to cover them when you pulled your blouse out of the way, sending a delicious shockwave against you as you bucked your hips against his harder.
“Well, goddamn,” Joel rasped, his hand not trapped between your backside and Arthur’s rolling hips finding where your chemise was tucked into your skirt, quickly tugging the fabric out of the hem. "Look at you, pretty girl."
His palm slipped under the last layer of clothing to find your sternum, pressing flat against the exposed, damp skin. His long fingers began to trail up, tracing the curves of the undersides of your breasts as he murmured, “You’re just so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you? Desperate for us to ruin you together.”
Joel’s calloused palm slipped underneath one of your tits, cupping it gently as his thumb brushed against your hardened nipple, pulling a wanton whine from your throat, the sound pulling a devilish grin on his face. He repeated the stroke across your nipple a few more times before mumbling to the other man still behind you, “Take her other breast. Gotta warm her up before we have our way with her.”
“Yes sir,” Arthur submitted to the order immediately as Joel pushed your chemise above your breasts, bunching the fabric up in his large fist and ducking his head down to lap one of the sensitive buds into his hot mouth, and you gasped, body melting further back into Arthur’s while he lifted his own hand to completely envelop your other breast in his large palm.
The combination then of Joel’s tongue swirling around one of your nipples while Arthur rolled the other one between rough fingertips pulled the most sinfully desperate whimpers from your mouth, the dual stimulation on your breasts stoking the fire that was making your pussy pulse in time with your heartbeat until you were desperately trying to lift your leg around Joel’s waist to find more friction against his hips, whining again as the heavy fabric of your wet skirt got in the way.
“You need this off, sweet girl?” Arthur murmured against your ear, hot breath fanning against your face as he looked down at you, and you met his bright gaze to see it darkened with the most sinful desires, already nodding even as he continued to tease you, “You need some relief, don’t you? Need a release from that ache deep in your pretty little pussy.”
Joel groaned around the mouthful of your breast he had before detaching his lips from your nipple, a string of saliva stretching from it to his lips until it broke when his head lifted to look down at Arthur whispering his seduction to you.
“Mm, bet it’s such a pretty pussy,” Joel whispered, thumb stroking along your bottom lip, pulling it out to slip his thumb into your mouth as Arthur’s own thumb rubbed tight circles against your nipple, and you sucked Joel’s digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue against it in your haze of pleasure as he groaned to his friend, “Fuck, get her skirt off and take her to bed, Arthur. Need to see her all spread out for us.”
Arthur nodded, mumbling another “yes sir” as his hands moved to your waist, stepping back and gently tugging you with him, pushing the blouse off your arms, followed by your chemise over your head to be forgotten on the ground before your skirt quickly followed.
You were left you in only your dainty drawers, the fabric already sticking to where it covered your wet core where Arthur’s hand slipped to cup your sex through the thin cloth, pulling a moan from your kiss swollen lips as his rough drawl rumbled into your ear while he tugged you back towards the bed, “We’re gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. Gonna take turns making you come until you can’t handle it no more.”
“Oh Lord, please,” you were mumbling as Arthur laid you back on the bed, eyes fixed on the way his rough fingers deftly popped open the button of his jeans, adjusting his pants to be more comfortable, his deep groan from the little bit of relief for his straining erection pulling a needy whine from your own throat.
“Don’t think He can hear you in here, miss,” Arthur mumbled as he slowly pulled off his suspenders and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong corded muscles in his arms before crawling onto the bed after you, hungry eyes following the rise and fall of your naked chest with each fast breath of anticipation you took. “Not over that storm keepin’ a couple dirty ol’ cowboys in with ya, and certainly not over all the moanin’ you’re ‘bout to make.”
His last few words fell between the valley of your breasts before his lips pressed there, leaving a searing hot path of desperate wet, open-mouthed kisses down it before licking a stripe back up, turning his head to lap up the breast Joel had just had in his mouth a moment before.
“Mm,” Arthur moaned around your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it and making your hips jerk up with a wanton moan, his chuckle sending vibrations and further pleasure up and down your spine before he pulled back to mumble, “Can taste you on her, Joel.”
“That so?” the other cowboy murmurs low, and you looked up through half-lidded eyes to see him approaching, shirt discarded to leave a toned chest and big arms that you were reaching out to touch, fingers deliriously swiping through the air for him as he chuckled at your reaction before leaning in closer, letting you have a touch when he came to stop beside your bed.
You couldn’t help but wonder in the back of your mind if there really was room for both of these big, strong men in your small bed with you, or if it would be broken and you’d all be moaning messes still chasing all your pleasures on the floor before the night was through.
Your fingers found Joel’s chest, and you bit your lip at the feeling of those muscles bunching up under your hand, dragging your touch up and along his collarbone, over his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his bicep with a gentle dig of your nails into his muscle, pulling a grunt from the man before he leans over to gently pull you up.
“Make room for me, sweetheart,” he huskily commands you in a surprisingly gentle whisper, and you do as he says, sitting up and scooting forward, forcing Arthur to pull off of your breast with a wet pop and a grunt, though he also moves back until Joel is able to slide in underneath your body, the two men carefully adjusting around you until you were all relatively comfortable, with your body soon pressed between theirs once again.
Joel’s fingers found your chin, gently grasping it to turn your face and direct it up so he could kiss you again, a bit slower this time, but just as deep, almost teasing with the glide of his tongue over your top and bottom lip, making obscenely wet circles on your mouth with his saliva before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, drinking in your moans as Arthur leaned back in to suck your other nipple into his mouth and give it the same treatment as the first.
“You think she’s wet yet, partner?” Joel asked as his lips pulled back from yours, running the slope of that scarred nose across your cheek in an almost tender action before glancing towards Arthur, who was now peppering kisses down your exposed stomach to the top of your drawers, nose pressing against the wet fabric covering your cunt, inhaling deeply with a groan before his tongue darted out to lick a stripe up the drenched cloth covering your entrance.
“Fuck, she’s soaked, Joel,” Arthur rasped, fingers curling underneath the banding of the fabric to pull it down enough to be out of the way, groaning when he saw how dripping you already were for them, rough digits finding your folds to gently spread you for him, breath fanning against your hot cunt as your hips jerked with a desperate whine.
“Good girl,” Joel was whispering into your ear as Arthur pulled your drawers down your legs, and you swear you saw him ball them up and tuck them in the back of his faded jeans, but you were too distracted by his large palms enveloping your thighs a moment later, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head as Joel kept murmuring to you, “So ready for us, your pretty little pussy dripping and aching to be filled with us, hm? You just can’t wait for us to take our turns with you.”
Arthur’s palms find your inner thighs as Joel edges you on with his words, spreading you further apart for him as he scoots down the bed to settle between your thighs. His lips find your inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there as Joel’s hand presses against your stomach, pulling you back against him further before slipping it down to run the rough pads of his fingers over your clit.
“Oh!” you gasp, trying to buck your hips up against his touch, but Arthur keeps you pinned to the mattress in between Joel’s strong thighs with his hands on your thighs, leaving you happily merciless to both men as they descend upon your pussy to give you the greatest night of pleasure of your entire life.
Joel’s rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit, playing with that low simmering heat in your stomach, building it up at a leisurely pace as Arthur’s fingers drag across your folds, collecting your slick before parting them enough to begin to sink a finger into your tight heat.
“Patience, sweet girl,” Joel murmurs against your ear as you try and roll your hips to meet his fingers on your clit and Arthur’s moving in and out of your pussy when he slowly starts to add another, pulling another wanton gasp that nearly turns into a strangled cry from you at the sensation of thick, rough fingers from two men on your pussy. “We’re gonna give you what you need. We’re gonna give it to you so many times, you won’t even know who you’re begging for.”
A cry definitely did leave your swollen lips that time when you feel a hot tongue find its way between your folds, licking along your pussy before slowly sinking inside to replace Arthur’s fingers when he pulls them out. His hands move to cup underneath your thighs, directing your hips to roll right up into his mouth as he slowly fucks you with his tongue, Joel’s fingers moving in a way that he’s already learned makes you writhe the most, picking up the pace as the heat in your lower stomach coils tighter, faster, hotter.
Joel grabs your hair with his other hand, tugging you back so his lips can descend on your mouth again, sucking your moans into his mouth when you suddenly feel the loss of his fingers on your clit. You were about to start crying, not wanting your orgasm to fade out of reach when it had just been so close, when you felt a hot tongue replace it.
You gasp, lips pulling back from Joel to look down, seeing his fingers tangled in Arthur’s hair, shoving his friend’s face down against your pussy. Arthur’s fingers slip back inside your cunt, thrusting up into you quickly as his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as Joel keeps Arthur’s face pressed there with the hand grabbing his hair, and it only takes a few strokes of his tongue against your clit, flattening against the swollen bundle of nerves to rub against it quickly for you to be coming around his fingers.
“Fuck, look at that. So eager,” Arthur groans when he pulls his mouth back to give your clit a few more licks, watching greedily as you soak his fingers with your cum, continuing to thrust them into your pussy throughout your high with obscene, wet sounds each time they move in and out of your fluttering walls. “So fucking needy, coming for us so fast like that.”
“She wants a cock so bad, don’t you, baby?” Joel’s whispering in your ear, and you can feel his gaze on where Arthur keeps fingerfucking you, watching just as hotly, just as intensely as you soak his friend’s rough digits in your release, your thighs twitching from the aftershocks of the white hot orgasm. “Wants it so bad she needs two cowboys to fuck her so she’s truly satisfied.”
“More than happy to please ya, doll,” Arthur’s voice rumbles proudly from his chest as he finally slips his fingers out of your cunt, lifting them to his mouth to suck his soaked middle finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste before pulling it out and offering his index finger to Joel.
Your head falls back against Joel’s shoulder, glancing sideways with a whimper to watch Joel suck Arthur’s finger coated in your release into his mouth, beautiful hazel eyes fluttering shut with a moan around his friend’s rough digit. You watch Joel suck hard, hot desire coiling in your stomach again when Arthur grunts loudly at the sight and feeling.
When Arthur pulls his hand back, he reaches eagerly to his jeans, grabbing the waistband to tug it open further and push it down, working the damp fabric down over his strong thighs, and your lips part with need when you see his cock freed from its fabric constraints at last, tip leaking with precum, so big and ready to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my god, yes,” you were murmuring deliriously as you watched Arthur reach down to stroke his cock, running his fingers covered in his and Joel’s saliva as well as your slick over it, spreading it along his twitching length before directing it to slide past your folds, notching the head against your entrance as you both began to breathe heavily at the imminent joining. “Please, please, pl—fuck!”
You cried out, back arching off of Joel’s chest before he quickly pulled you back against him, holding you steady as Arthur began to slowly sink into you with increasingly labored breaths, interspersed with long groans and raspy mumbles under his breath at how good you felt.
“I—oh, Christ, Joel. She’s so tight,” Arthur moaned as he continued to inch himself into you, stretching you out for what felt like forever, your pussy adjusting to his girth and length as you reached up to grab Arthur’s shoulders, digging your fingers into his shoulders for purchase and eliciting a louder grunt from the man filling you up.
“Gotta warm her up for me, partner. Stretch her pussy, make it fit.” Joel’s head ducks down next to your ear, lips brushing against it as his voice becomes softer when addressing you, a deep rumble shooting straight to your throbbing core while Arthur slowly fills it, gently encouraging you, “That’s it, take it, darlin’.”
You moan at his seductive rasp right in your ears, leaning back further against his chest as your thighs parted further, accepting Arthur in further by reflex, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inching into you while Joel whispered deliciously lewd things in your ear that would make even a whore blush.
“Yes, that’s it,” Joel sighed, his large palm finding one of your thighs to press you apart further, letting Arthur bottom out in you with a groan, nestled perfectly against your thighs, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and making your hips jerk up with a gasp. “Spread your legs for him, let him take you. Good girl.”
Lips parting, your head fell back onto Joel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you moaned in time with Arthur when he pulled out a few inches to thrust back in, bottoming out once more before doing it all over again.
And again, again, again, the cowboy on top of you slowly thrusting into you with quiet grunts of exertion, filling you up over and over with small rotations of his hips in a way that felt deliberate, as if he was carefully following Joel’s orders to stretch out every inch of your tight cunt completely in preparation for his friend’s cock after he had had his turn with you.
The thought of there being even more to come after this made you moan again, your hips rolling up to meet Arthur’s thrusts as they became quicker at your movements, his own strong hips punching forward to fuck into you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs each time. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him down further until the three of you were a moaning heap on your bed, Arthur fucking into you with earnest desperation as you could both feel Joel’s hot gaze narrowed in on where his friend’s cock filled you over and over with each strong thrust.
“God, look at you…the way you fill her up, fuck, Arthur. Seeing your big cock in that pretty little pussy…” Joel moaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips begin to roll up into you from behind, clothed erection pressing to your ass as he begins to grind against you, watching Arthur thrust into you with heavy lidded eyes to find the same rhythm that Arthur was fucking you with.
Arthur fucking whimpered at the praise, his lips finding your shoulder to start kissing, biting and sucking at the soft skin there, moans muffled against your skin as he bottomed out again to grind his pelvis against you, creating delicious friction in your clit combined with his cock twitching impossibly deep inside of you. Joel kept rutting against you from behind, his hand reaching around to thread through Arthur’s hair as both men moaned from the feeling of you stuffed in between them, the three of you using each other for hot, unspeakable pleasure.
“You want our cum, sweetheart? Want both of us to pump you full until you’re fucking stuffed?” Joel rasped into your ear as Arthur bucked into you with louder moans that felt hot against your skin, and you gasped, nodding desperately at the thought of being completely ravaged by both men, claimed by them both in the most primal, depraved way. You didn’t care about the consequences, you needed it. “You’ll have us dripping down your legs for days, that pussy is gonna remember our cocks when we’re gone. Won’t even know who's the daddy if we get you knocked up.”
The orgasm came suddenly at those filthy words, gripping your body and causing it to writhe between the men, pressed between the two broad bodies as you cried out their names one after another, your own climax immediately pulling Arthur into his own.
He tumbled into ecstasy after you, crushing you with his weight as he grunted and groaned into your ear with each pulse of his cock inside of you, filling you with his spend as your thighs twitched in time with his, your orgasms prolonged by the feeling of the other wrapped up in carnal bliss with you.
Joel was murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, praising you for how good you took it, how beautiful you look filled up with Arthur’s cum as his hand loosened in Arthur’s hair, stroking through the strands in a soothing manner as he took the time to also assure his friend that he was doing just as good as you, filling you up so well, that you both looked so pretty coming together.
After a moment to catch his breath, Arthur pulled his face up from your shoulder, skin flushed from the exertion of fucking you as he leaned down to press a few chaste kisses to your lips while he slowly slipped out of you, pulling your combined release with him. It trailed down your thighs, and Joel swiped his fingers along it, coating it along the puffy lips of your already thoroughly fucked pussy in the same moment Arthur also collected your slick and his cum from your other thigh.
“Lemme see your cock, Joel,” he grunted, and Joel’s head tilted back against the headboard of your bed with a moan, shifting underneath you to pull his jeans enough to free his own cock, and you gasped at the feeling of its hot, throbbing thickness pressed against your back before he slid it down between your folds, and Arthur gently took it in hand to cover it in his and your release.
“Mm, fuck,” Joel groaned, his hands finding your hips to rest your pussy against the head of his cock now, lips finding your ear to whisper in a deep rasp, “You ready for me next, darlin’?”
“Yes, sir,” you whispered, and something about the phrase must have set him off, because Joel plunged into you in one stroke with a loud grunt, easing in completely with no resistance from all the preparation they had given you and Arthur’s cum still coating your walls.
“Christ, you should see how you look right now,” Arthur groaned as he kept your thighs apart this time, watching Joel fuck up into you, hardly taking any time before setting a fast and brutal pace, and you were sure Arthur must have quite the view indeed.
Your eyes were wide and glazed over as they met his, teary from multiple orgasms as your breasts bounced freely from Joel’s rough thrusts up into you, his cock filling you again and again so easily with Arthur’s cum still dripping from you.
As much as you wanted to keep watching the lingering heat in Arthur’s eyes as he watched Joel fuck you, the sensation of being this stuffed was too much, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back into Joel’s strong embrace as he just kept fucking you faster and faster, the bed creaking, headboard smacking against the wall of your cabin with each intense thrust.
“Just like that, good girl, fuck. So tight, keep doing that, ohh, Jesus…” Joel was gasping and grunting now as he fucked up into you from behind, arms circling around your front to grab you and press you back into him, and the feeling was already almost too much, only becoming more overwhelming when you felt a tongue find its way between your thighs.
“A-Arthur,” you moaned, mouth falling open as you felt the other cowboy kissing his way up your cum-slicked thighs to your clit, licking over it before sucking it into his mouth, and you cried out, body trying to thrash from reflex from being so completely surrounded by pleasure, but Joel was holding you tight to him as he bucked up into you mercilessly. “Joel…Arthur…ahh, fuck…”
You hardly registered another impending orgasm, not understanding how your body could take even more, but the walls of your pussy were starting to tighten anyway, Joel whimpering into your ear at the feeling of it.
“Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last if you keep clenching around me like that darlin,’” Joel moaned into your ear, his hips rolling unevenly, thrusts sloppier as he panted the words, “Arthur, I’m ‘bout to cum. Gonna fill her up, stuff this pretty little pussy even more.”
“Do it, Joel,” Arthur rasped as he pulled back from your clit to place his hand there to keep stimulating you, his other hand shifting from where he was keeping your thighs apart to grab onto Joel’s thigh as they began to twitch, digging his dull fingernails against the tough skin of his friend’s muscular leg, causing Joel to buck up hard into you with a loud grunt. “Cum in her for me. For both of us.”
“I—Arthur—” Joel was trying to say something but utterly failing, yours and Arthur’s names falling from his lips in broken, stuttered moans as he grabbed your hips tightly, pulling them back against his hard enough to bruise as he snapped up into you, head falling back against the headboard with a groan as he came hard, filling you up to the brim just like his friend told him to until you were overflowing, three combined releases leaking from your stuffed pussy to coat his cock, stomach and your thighs.
You felt his release coating your walls as they fluttered around him, and your own head tilted back as well, trapped between Joel’s bucking hips as he came and Arthur’s fingers still working at you, no thoughts running through your mind other than the fact that you were now filled with the cum of both these strong, rugged men, and your mouth opened in a silent cry as another orgasm washed over you so completely that you think you blacked out for a few seconds.
When you came back to, your vision was blurry, blinking stars away from your eyes as you focused on the handsome face above you, Arthur gazing down at you with a faint hint of concern as his rough hand caressed your cheek.
“You okay there, darlin’?” he murmured, thumb stroking along your cheekbone as you met the surprising softness of his gaze, and you nodded slowly, a lazy grin forming on your lips as you felt Joel slip out of you, letting all the cum seep back out of your pussy onto the mattress.
A sigh slipped from your lips as you sank back into Joel’s chest as his hands rested gently on your thighs, his own calloused thumbs rubbing circles on your soft skin while Arthur ducked down to place his lips over yours in a kiss more gentle than any you had shared so far.
“Such a good girl,” he muttered through a soft exhale that you sucked into your own lungs through the kiss, his low rasp of praise making you feel all warm inside after how hard they had worked you, pleased with yourself that you had made them both feel as good as they made you feel. “Sweet, sweet gal. You did so well for us.”
“Mm, that’s right,” Joel murmured into your hair, nuzzling his face into your neck as you and Arthur kissed languidly. “What a perfect, pretty little thing we’ve found out in these woods. Gonna be hard not to keep you all to ourselves, ma’am.”
You laughed softly at that, humming into Arthur’s gentle kisses as Joel peppered his own soft kisses up and down your neck and to your shoulder. Somehow, you didn’t mind the thought of them keeping you to them that much. In fact, you quite enjoyed the idea of being their girl, the thought of them continuing to share you was…exhilarating.
Arthur pulled back from you, shifting to push himself off the bed, tucking himself away and doing his pants back up as you frowned, not even realizing how tired you were until you slurred out a quiet, “Where you goin’, mister?”
The cowboy laughed, a gentle, low chuckle that rumbled from that broad chest as he smiled back at you before moving over towards where you kept your wash basin.
“We wouldn’t be such upstanding gentlemen if we didn’t clean you up afterwards, would we?” he teased with a wink, and you bit your swollen lips, giggling as you turned yourself around, chest pressed to Joel’s to see he had his own little smile while he gazed at you.
You took your time kissing Joel then, making soft, content noises into his own swollen lips, wrapping yourself up in him in a languid, content way until Arthur returned and gently pulled you back to lay on the bed.
There was a moment of relief from not being pressed to Joel anymore, your sore muscles sinking into the mattress as Arthur set about wiping you down carefully with the wet cloth. Joel’s fingers would follow in the path of damp skin left by the rag, long fingers tracing and gently caressing you, soothing any marks either men left on you and laughing when Arthur would grumble in gruff annoyance that his friend was getting in the way of his work cleaning you up.
You don’t remember falling asleep, but you knew that both men were still with you when you did.
When you woke up, however, neither was anywhere to be seen, and you lifted your head from your pillows, glancing around the empty room with a growing frown.
If it wasn’t for the deep ache in your bones, the way you were naked underneath a blanket and the large dried cum stains still on the mattress underneath you, you would have thought the whole thing was some wild, feverish wet dream.
You stared at the blanket that slipped off you as you moved, a small smile curling on your lips as you realized one of the men must’ve laid it on you, even as both were now nowhere to be seen. The smile quickly faded as you lingered on that last thought, sighing as you struggled to push yourself up, your muscles exhausted and not working quite properly after the night before.
While you were in the midst of trying to sit on the edge of your bed, the door to your cabin opened, and your brain didn’t even have time to begin to panic about your vulnerable state as you quickly recognized the frame of who was standing in the doorway.
“Mornin’, sweet thing,” Arthur greeted you with a sly half-grin, and you found a smile tugging back onto your lips, a rush of what almost felt like giddiness at seeing him the morning after filling you as he strode into the room.
That was when the rich scent of a dark roast hit you, and you were already nearly moaning from the smell of the coffee before the rugged cowboy passed the tin cup to you.
“Joel’s not a fan of sharing his coffee but, well,” he shrugged, leaning back to hook a hand on his belt buckle, leaning back casually with a small smile as he glanced over you inhaling the steam before taking a sip. “Figured it was the least we could after working you so hard last night.”
“You say that like I didn’t want it,” you teased, both of you knowing that you were the one who had wanted it the most, the mischief twinkling in Arthur’s eyes—eyes that you were just now really looking at, finding yourself caught between calling them blue or green, but they were shockingly stunning nonetheless—matching your own as his gaze moved back down your body, lingering on your naked breasts, perky in the air with how the blanket had fallen to your waist.
“Oh, we know how badly you wanted it, sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip slowly, and despite being so sore you were nearly in pain, you couldn’t help but lean forward, longing to know what other ways he and his friend could have you.
But then Arthur was leaning back, tearing his gaze from you as he reached up to adjust his hat, tugging the brim down to cover his eyes.
“I deeply apologize for having to run out on you like this ma’am, but…” he sighed heavily, boot scuffing as he tapped the toe against the ground a couple times, and you were surprised to see the man you had only seen as self-assured so far seeming suddenly…awkward? Or maybe ashamed? “We actually were on a job, and have a lot of catching up to do ‘cause of that storm.”
“Oh,” you said softly, giving a nod, because you did understand. This entire encounter had been a strange fever dream, but it only made sense that they had to get back to their lives, as you had to get back to yours. “‘Course. I understand, Mr. Morgan. I wish you both safe travels.”
“Mhm,” Arthur hummed, giving a nod as he shifted back, leaning back on his heels with the brim of his hat still covering most of his face with the way his head was turned down.
Both his hands had moved to his hips, and he stared at the ground for a moment, his silence pulling a frown on your face as you opened your mouth to speak before thinking, “Arthur—”
Before you could even blink, he was in front of you, leaning down with those rough palms grasping your face, pulling you up into a bruising kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.
You moaned into it, mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it as your lips locked, Arthur’s head turning to kiss you deeper, thick fingers slipping up into your hair as he swallowed your small, needy sounds of passion.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, sighing softly as he murmured your name, pulling your own sigh from you as you whispered his own name back to him before he pulled himself away.
“Hard to leave you, miss,” he said slowly, not hiding his face under his hat this time as he moved away, letting you see the conflict flash across his features as he pulled himself away from you. “And damn impossible to forget.”
You laughed, lifting a hand to try and cover the stupid little satisfied smile on your swollen lips, watching as Arthur leaned back out the door and barked out, “Hey, asshole! Say goodbye to the lady.”
“I’m going to,” the other deep voice responded in blatant irritation, and you tried to smother your giggle with your hand, but Arthur still glanced back at you, catching the sound and giving you a cheeky little wink in response before he was gone.
You had sipped a bit more coffee, gathering enough strength to finally stand, even as your knees were wobbly while you set about gathering your discarded clothes from the floor around the bed.
The sound of the door opening back up didn’t escape your attention, but you didn’t look over yet. Instead, a wicked smile grew on your face as you bent over to pick up your blouse, wiggling your ass for your other visitor, the smile only growing as you heard the quiet growl followed by a light smack to your left cheek in response to your teasing when he approached you.
“Little vixen,” Joel murmured as he took your elbow and pulled you up to face him, your chest colliding with his as his arms wrapped around your still naked form, holding you tight as his lips met yours much in the same way Arthur’s just did—hot, passionate, with a need that still lingered even after the wild night the three of you had shared.
You smiled up at him when you parted, pulling your blouse on, pleasantly surprised when Joel’s fingers found the hem of the cotton, thick fingers deftly buttoning up the shirt with quick precision.
“Mm, you do this often, Mr. Miller?” you purred, arching an eyebrow as you glanced over his face, liking the way the scar on his nose looked when his face pinched together slightly with amusement at your teasing. “Dressing up the girls after you ruin them for any men other than you and your handsome friend?”
His eyes met yours then, and even with the sly smirk curling up one half of his mouth, there was almost an uncertainty in that gaze, just a hint of that same self-conscious look you had seen from his friend moments before.
“You really gonna remember us after we’re gone, sweetheart?” Joel asked when he finished buttoning up your blouse, fingers curling around the collar and brushing against the soft skin of your neck as he leaned down closer to you, his hot breath mingling with yours, the smell of coffee on it invading your senses. “You gonna pine after the dirty old cowboys who found their way into your bed for a wild, stormy night?”
A soft laugh left your parted lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stomach flipping slightly at the choice of words as you shrugged a shoulder.
“Perhaps I will, sir,” you whisper, letting your lips graze against each other with each word you spoke without pressing them together fully, teasing a final kiss without making the move to seal it, knowing he’d be off to god knows where afterwards, probably to never see you again. “It’s not often you meet a couple of big bad men who know how to be perfect gentlemen.”
Joel paused, face pulling back from you slightly to gaze down at you with a frown at your adept observation.
“Bad—” he cut himself off, brows furrowed as his eyes darted over your face, seeming to struggle to find the right words before he finally came right out and asked, “How did you—”
“I’m not holed up in this cabin all the time, Joel Miller,” you said softly, trying not to spook him as your fingers danced along the beard on his chin, a bit longer than his friend’s, and you were glad you were successful in softening the blow of your revelation when he sank into your touch. “Your faces were familiar, but I recognized your friend’s name when he gave it. The Van der Linde gang aren’t exactly subtle.”
Joel sighed, shaking his head to himself as he mumbled something under his breath you didn’t catch, but his gaze returned to yours as he asked with an arch of his brow, “And that didn’t scare you away?”
You shrugged, a wicked grin crossing your face as your fingers ran through his hair, mentally tucking away his quiet grunt of pleasure from the feeling as you whispered, “Well, I have always wanted to fuck an outlaw.”
A laugh left Joel’s lips then, loud and genuinely amused, followed by a look of surprise on his own face after he made it.
You were curious as to why he was so surprised at his own laughter, but you didn’t want to waste another moment, leaning forward to capture his lips in yours in another kiss that went from hot and fast to something slower, tender almost, the feeling of his lips against yours lingering even after he pulled away.
When he did tear himself away from you, he did it with a smirk that lit a fire in your soul, one you didn’t think would ever burn out while he replied in a sly, almost smug voice, “Or two.”
Your own smirk matched his as you grazed your fingers across the scar on the bridge of his nose, then down his face before you pulled back to let him leave, though not without your own final say of, “Well, I guess there was room for three after all.”
Word Count : 3k
Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track?
Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage
Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed.
“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.
“Name?” The man asked with a smile.
“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.
“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.
“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.
“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.
“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast.
Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.
“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur.
“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.
“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below.
“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.
“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”
“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.
“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.
“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.
“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table.
“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.
“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.
“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face.
“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled.
“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.
“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.
“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him.
“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off.
The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead.
You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow.
Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile.
Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.
“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.
You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.
The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.
The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.
“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.
One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.
Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.
You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat.
“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up.
“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe.
“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”
“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.
Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants.
“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.
“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.
“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls.
“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.
“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.
You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.
A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly.
You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple.
“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.
“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt.
“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”
“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.
“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.
“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance.
Jesus Christ he was big.
He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock.
“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick.
“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours.
“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks.
“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again.
“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock.
“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered.
“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips.
He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off.
“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips.
“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.
“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw.
“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest.
“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”
suguru full nelson pls 🥵 bonus points if it’s on the shower
oh FUCKKKK😣 a/n - this definitely wasn't my best work but im trying my best to get back into writing good :((
18+ content below mdni!
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As soon as hot water hit your skin, you let out a deep sigh. The water wasn’t nearly as steamy as you liked but it would have to do. You had to sacrifice the comfort of your boiling shower whenever you stayed over at your boyfriend's place.
A soft knock at the door interrupted your thoughts as you saw a blurry figure enter the warm bathroom. You wipe some of the steam from the glass shower door to see Suguru hanging a towel up for you. You squint and smile at him through the small foggy spot you made, and he winked back.
You began scrubbing at your body with a soapy washcloth while Suguru began stripping his clothes off, neatly folding them before sliding the glass door open. You look in his direction with wide eyes, clutching the soapy cloth in one hand against your skin. He takes slow steps into the shower. While you let the water rinse the suds away, you turn to face him as he wraps his arms around your dripping figure.
“I don’t remember saying you could join me,” you whisper, your arms wrapping around his neck. Suguru chuckled, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass, pressing a kiss to your wet lips. You pull his hair tie off gently, dragging your fingertips through his dark, soft locks. He hummed against your lips, pushing you back against the slick shower wall.
The steam filled the space and Suguru’s musky, woodsy scent mixed with it, clouding your mind.
“S-suguru,” you gasp out as his thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart. His lips crash against yours, teeth clashing from the sheer force.
“C’mere, baby,” he breaks away from you for a second to pull you upwards, your legs wrapping around his waist. Suguru presses the weight of his body into you, holding you against the wall while his hands plant on either sides of you. “Tell me what you want,” He breathes out, his hand moving to hold your jaw.
“You. I want you.” You stare back at his dark hungry eyes, “now,” Your fingers grip onto the ends of his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
He lets out a soft groan and drags his hands down your dripping body. You feel his growing erection poking into your bottom.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, “y’gonna be a good girl and let me have you, yeah?” He presses a kiss to your jaw, his hands caressing your thighs. “However I want?”
“Y-yes, please, 'guru,” You choke out, before his lips crash against yours. He devours every little sound you make. “I’ll be good for you.”
“I know you will, sweetheart,” Suguru sets you down, the water still running. “Just trust me,” He turns you, so your back faces him as he lifts you up by your waist. “and hold on tight,"
With your back firmly pressed against his chest, he folds you into position, tucking his forearms behind your knees as his hands hold your head in place.
“Suguru!” You squeak, your foot knocks against the shower head before Suguru takes a step back, planting his feet firmly.
“I told you to trust me, didn’t I?” He growls in your ear. You laugh nervously as the head of his cock slides into you slowly. As soon as he fully bottoms out, you hiss at the pressure as he slams into you over and over and over.
"S-slow d-down!" You whine, your whole body shaking with each thrust.
"God, just shut the fuck up and take it," He grunts, his hips sporadically slapping against you. You felt lightheaded from all of the thrusts and heat. But as soon as his movements began to get sloppy, you knew he was close. "F-fuck 'm not gonna last, sweetheart" He groans, right before he spills into you, leaving you all warm and sticky.
His grip on your head loosens, allowing you to peek down at where the tip of his cock twitched at your entrance. You see his cum dripping out of you, getting washed away by the water. Suguru lets you down slowly, rubbing your legs and stomach soothingly.
"Too much?" He mumbles against your hair, kissing the top of your head. You cling to him, moving both of you under the water. You nod slowly and he holds your face in both hands, a worried look plastered on his face.
"But I'm okay," You reassure, giving him a brief kiss on the lips. He smiles, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
Suguru reaches for the washcloth and gently wipes away any of his seed from between your legs. "Let's get you cleaned up."
low grunts and groans against the shell of your ear sent chills throughout your entire body. gojo caged you within his arms, holding your bare body close to his as his cock split you in half, his relentless pace making you drool onto your satin pillowcase. he huffs out a deep breath, intoxicating you with his warm breath while pulling out just enough so the tip stayed slightly against your tight walls.
"missed you so much-ngh-" gojo groans, unwrapping one arm from you to slide the tip of his cock along your folds from behind, tapping it against you to hear the lewd wet noises. you let out a moan you didn't realize you were holding in until a large hand clasps over your mouth,
"shhhhh…” he shushes you, sliding his cock back in to you, inch by inch. your body jerks forward slightly at the length until both of his arms wrap around your body, pulling your back against his chest as you both lay on your left side. His hips start slowly rolling into yours, before he begins slamming against you like a madman,
"gotta keep your pretty mouth shut, sweetheart, everyone’s sleeping." he growls in your ear, as your eyes roll to the back of your head at his brutal pace. your hands begin to claw at his arms at the feeling of him stuffing you full, struggling to keep quiet as other jujutsu sorcerers were fast sleep right down the hall. gojo’s hand presses against your breast, flicking his thumb over your nipple as his lips press against your neck.
content warnings - fem reader, p in v sex, nipple play, teasing, smoking (sorry if it’s awful 😣 i don’t smoke so idk if i wrote it accurately at all LMAO), loooooots of name calling (mostly endearing tho)
pls lmk if you know the artists for the pics below! i just found them on pinterest without any tags ☹️
“what?” your eyes are blown wide, starting to dry from not blinking for so long. you glance back and forth at your two best friends in disbelief—unsure if you heard them right.
“you heard us,” suguru stares ahead at the view from your balcony. he lets a large cloud of smoke escape his lips before he offers you the blunt in his fingers. you shake your head.
“idiot,” satoru shakes his head, his lower back leaning against the railing of your balcony. you look over at him from your spot on the floor, leaned against the glass door. “she doesn’t smoke,” he rolls his eyes at suguru who just shrugs and takes another hit, his elbows resting on the balcony railing.
“so whaddya say?” satoru asks, peeking at you over the rim of his dark glasses. you blink a few times, still shocked by their offer. sure, you were stressed beyond belief. they were just trying to be helpful, right? one time won’t ruin your friendship. right?
wrong.
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you felt a pair of warm, wet lips press against your cheek, and a familiar laugh. once your eyes fluttered open, you met satoru’s piercing blue ones looking down at you. your back pressed against his bare chest while his fingers pinched your sensitive nipples. arching your back, you received a sudden puff of smoke in your face. once it cleared, suguru’s smug face came into view as he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance, teasing you with his tip.
“doesn’t this feel good, baby?” suguru chuckles, his thumb pressed up against your clit as he circles the sensitive bud. you simply whine in response, jerking your hips upwards to meet his. “doesn’t this feel right?”
“come on, suguru,” satoru chimes in, licking the tips of his fingers before returning to playing with your breasts. “give it to her already” he groans, his bare cock twitching underneath you.
you writhe against satoru and under suguru as they play with you relentlessly. suguru pulls his hips back and forth, the sloppy sounds of his dick pounding you into the mattress are deafening. if not for satoru, who kept the bed stable with his technique, you’re sure the bed would’ve easily broken.
“let us take care of you, pretty girl,” satoru whispers, one hand pinching your nipple while the other travel down to rub circles on your clit. your hips twitch as suguru pokes the end of his blunt against your lips.
“just this once, for me,” he breathed out, leaning down. you wrap your lips around the end of it, the unfamiliar taste making you choke on a cloud of smoke as soon as you inhale. still inside you, suguru chuckles and pulls it away. “ah, you’re adorable,” he leans up, balancing the blunt between two fingers as he pressed your knees further apart, slamming into you. your jaw went slack as suguru fucked you dumb, your body jerking into satoru’s.
“suguuu,” you whine, one hand clawing down his abdomen while he held the other and intertwined his fingers with yours. you feel satoru shift and move away from you to kneel next to you on the bed. you let out a choked gasp as his cock springs up, touching the tip of your nose,
“open wide, honey,” he coos, his hand squeezing your jaw softly. you obey, letting him slide the length of his shaft along your open mouth, trying to line up as best as he could while suguru continues slowly pounding deep into you. “ffuck~” he groans, bucking his hips into your mouth. he throws his head back once you use a hand to guide his tip into your mouth, sucking on it sloppily. suguru’s rough hands find their way to your tits, groping you as the tip of his blunt grows shorter in his fingers.
“goddamn it, sweetheart,” suguru whines, his cock twitching inside of you, “you feel so good, too good” he shuts his eyes, his hips moving at an inhumane pace. “so fucking warm and wet,” he glances down at where your bodies meet, surprised to see your legs wrapping around him even tighter. gojo jerks himself off inches from your face, breathing heavily as you run a finger down his shaft.
“fuck—are you gonna let me fuck her now?” satoru grunts, throwing an angry look at suguru.
“god, shut the fuck up,” suguru grunts, his whole body folding over yours as he shoves gojo away. “don’t be so annoying,” he chokes out, his lips slamming down against yours feverishly. he takes your arms away from reaching gojo, wrapping them around his neck. he presses deep into you once, you’re sure he’s bruised your cervix by now.
“suguru—ngh! pleasepleaseplease,” you pathetically squeal, tugging on his dark locks, a few strands of his hair dangling in your face.
“fffuck! gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he breathes in your face, suffocating you with his intoxicating breath. “you’ve been s-so good for us, yeah? you deserve it,” suguru gasps before he holds your face firmly in his hands and spills into you. you feel warm—so warm— and so full of him. a sticky mess coats both of you where your bodies connect. he stays buried deep in your for a moment, catching his breath before a violent, angry shove from gojo knocks him out of you and off of the bed.
gojo locks his hands behind your knees and tugs you to the edge of the bed. you gasp when he flips you over and pulls your hips towards him. geto’s cum leaks down your thighs and you stay there throbbing on all fours.
“you can take me in there right, darling?” satoru leans forward, his cock pressing into you as he kisses down your spine. “i know you’ve got plenty of room, greedy fuckin’ whore” he laughs, before spreading your knees with his legs. “brace yourself,” he presses your face into the mattress.
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riding nanami…😽
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your sweet, quiet moans were music to nanami’s ears. he was buried deep in you, his arms wrapped around your soft body, holding you close to him. you were being so good for him—his sweet girl—bouncing up and down his dick, occasionally sliding back and forth when your thighs burned from strain. your fingers clawing into the headrest of the couch as his hands roamed your body.
"there you go~" nanami cooed, kissing your shoulder. "just like that, honey," his whispered against your skin, leaning back to admire your pretty face. your breath hitches as you bring your hips to a slow roll.
"breathe, baby, breathe," his hands grip your hips, sliding you against him. he lets your body go slack in his arms right before he abuses your cunt, slamming you down quickly, then sliding in an agonizingly slow pace.
"that's it, just like that." he voice shakes, almost a whimper, and he bites his lip as you begin moving your hips again, your hands pressed against his bare chest. his tie still slung around his neck, letting you twist it in your grip for leverage. just when you adjusted to his new pace. he takes your hands, ripping them away from his tie to hold your wrists in a tight grip behind your back with one hand.
"i told you to breathe, baby," he mumbled against your lips, exchanging hot intoxicating breath with you. you let out a pornographic moan when he starts pounding into you relentlessly. his brutal pace driving his cock to practically nudge your cervix, pushing you forward into him. the tips of your noses slide against each other while you moan into each others mouths loudly.
"ah—fuckfuckfuck!" you whimper, tears stinging your eyes as he groans.
"feels so fuckin' good, sweetheart.“ nanami grits his teeth, his other hand slapping the side of your ass. "you make me so proud." his hips stutter against you. "so good f'me…”
“n-nanamiiii~” you squeak, your voice trailing off into nothingness.
he lets out a loud grunt before he spills into you, filling you to the brim. you collapse into his chest, feeling a trail of him leak out of you. nanami trails his fingers down your back, pushing it all back inside of your tight little hole,
"keep all of me in there, doll," he hums breathlessly, "all of me...”
,, switch!suguru x switch!fem!reader , public , exhibition? , jerking off , reader could be seen as chubby , drabble.
Suguru’s hand ran up your thigh, slipping past the cute black stockings you wore and squishing the small plush of your thigh. “You look so cute today..” he smiles, seemingly innocent. yet you try to pay no mind, “really? thank you sweetheart.” your voice was soft, focused on the document you typed in.
you two were at, a nearly deserted, starbucks. sitting in a small secluded booth as you worked on your essay. only a few people were inside, doing the same as you and completing their work with caffeine to keep them up during the morning. there was occasional chimes of the doors, tired workers coming in to get their everyday to go drinks.
and you looked so adorable today, already dressed up for your brunch with your friends in the next few hours. the skirt you wore was one he picked for you, knowing you weren’t used to wearing them. and god, it left little for the imagination. the stockings hugging your skin weren’t helping him much either. he swears, he loves your body so much. he’s happy that it’s all his to worship at night, morning, anytime. he’s so lucky to be dating you, he thinks.
the way your eyes narrowed in concentration as you proofread your essay had his heart beating faster, and his cock pulsating. it reminds Suguru when you’d glare down at him cutely whenever he’d stop eating out your cunt, just to tease.
Suguru let’s out a small groan at the thought, his hand tightening around the plump of your thighs. you looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, “you good?” you whisper, such a genuine look in your eyes, not even noticing the state you had him in. “need you to help me baby..” he whines under his breath, his eyes flickering to the small bulge in his sweats.
seeing the peak of his cock through them made you bite your lip, “mm, what were you thinkin’ about? s’to early for this baby.” the sultry tone of your voice would’ve made his knees buckle. already aching to just grind into the palm of your hand as it ghosts over his sweats. “like i said, you look too cute today. wanna flick up that skirt…” Suguru trails off as you rub his erection through his sweatpants, his own hand sliding under your skirt and pulling aside your panties.
he takes in a breath when he feels your slick coat his fingers, “oh look at you. all wet just from my words.” you scoff, squeezing around the head of his cock before sneaking your hand under his sweats. “shut up. i bet you came in your pants before i even touched you.” a smirk grows on your face when you finally feel the wet patch in his underwear, his cock already twitching the second you wrap your hand around it.
“keep being a brat and i’ll give these people a show.” Suguru’s fingers smear your wetness around your folds, but before he could slip them in, you swat his hand away. making him retract his arm. “you won’t need to. m’pretty sure that worker is staring. so be good and i’ll get you off just how you want. and maybe i’ll let you fuck me in the car before you drop me off later.” you whisper, placing a kiss on his cheek.
thinking quickly before the worker looks over again, you sit your purse on his thigh to hide your ministrations. “maybe? i gotta stuff that sweet cunt baby. w-wanna see your pretty pussy leak with my cum..” he groans, his voice wavering as you pump his cock, your thumb swiping over the precum around his tip. “i know you will. wan’ you to fill me up to the brim.” you murmur, making his cock throb. he leans back in the seat, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he spurts in your hand.
“Fuck, hurry up baby. pack your shit, we’re going to the car.”
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Okay, hear me out. Toji with a reader that's super intelligent when it comes to things like math, history, language, etc. But reader is super dumb when it comes to flirting and stuff. Like Toji will say, some flirty thing suggesting something dirty and reader is just standing there like 🧍♀️"I don't get it" and then continue with what she was doing like nothing happened.
OOOOOH yes yes yess😣🫵 ALSO…
nerdy gf reader who wears glasses and diligently works on her thesis, typing away on her laptop. while her pervy, flirty, massive boyfriend drags an office chair to sif next to her. he leans in, peeking over her shoulder, his face nearly touching the side of her head.
“Toji,” She pulls away from him, “Could you back up, honey? I can’t work if you hover over me like that.” Her eyes never leave the screen, fingers simultaneously typing away on the keys.
“Aw, c’mon darlin’,” He purrs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I know how much you love me hovering over you,” He smirks, turning his cheek to lay flat against her shoulder.
We love a nerdy gf who nudges him away to scoot her stool over to jot down a thought on a nearby notepad, not willing to let go of a single brilliant idea in her wonderful head.
“I have no idea what you mean,” She mutters, flipping through pages of a history textbook. Toji stands up, his hands planted on either side of her desk, her back pressed against him.
“Y’know, like this, sweet girl,” He leans over her, his whole body drowning her. Poor needy gf’s eyes look up at him, wide and flustered. The intense masculine scent radiating from him clouds her mind, her thesis suddenly doesn’t matter. She swallows thickly, reaching up to adjust her glasses on her nose bridge. He smiles down at her, tilting his head.
bonus thought:
when toji and gf go to the store and fight over sale prices of certain items. intelligent gf can do the math in her head and figure out if something is actually worth buying multiples of, while toji stares at her like👁️👄👁️ok cool
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