will be coming back to this when i have time but yeah
- about me
haii, i’m noe! i’m 20, she/her
- about my blog
this side blog will be centered around athletes, mainly rugby so far i have a main blog, this one is just cause i can’t post about actual men on that other one
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ask box will be open for anything, drabbles, thirsts, just to talk, please don’t hesitate to text me!!! i promise im nice!!!
cw: threesome, slapping, pussy-slapping, dubcon filming, choking, use of ‘daddy’, raw p in v, no use of condom, spit-roast, degradation, mentions of pregnancy (1 line, maybe 2)
a/n: this was supposed to be a DRABBLE, but wtv, lmk if i missed anything in the cw
wc: over 5k
“Ya just gotta be a lil’ mean to her.” You hear a voice. It’s recognizable. That soft, Australian accent from Reece. You’re tired and sore, they’ve been playing with you for hours. That familiar ache in your stomach long gone after you tested their patience.
A heavy hand lands right on your trembling cunt, sending spikes of pain and pleasure straight through your body. A choked gasp falls from your lips as your body tenses and your head falls back onto the soft pillow. Your knees are pushed up to your chest, inhibiting your breathing and you can taste the salty tears on your tongue and lips. Your eyes are glazed and unfocused as you see Reece, kneeling in front of you, and Jordan, standing right behind him, peering at you over Reece’s shoulder. The both of them with wicked smiles on their faces.
Your fingers dig into the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread for them, just like Reece ordered. Sharp nails are leaving crescent marks on your smooth skin, evidence of how hard you’re trying to be on your best behavior for them.
“And then what?” Jordan asked, curious as to how to get you to behave. His eyes focused on you, the same look, like when their coach is explaining a new strategy for the field. The same demeanor, arms crossed, standing still and stiff, expression completely serious. He’s giving off that same intimidating, intense aura.
“Ya just gotta be mean, break her. Then she’ll be a good girl.” Reece drawls on. His fingers feather a touch over your clit and you have to fight the urge to buck into the touch.
“What if she gets mouthy again?” Jordan asks with a curious, almost delighted smile. Your chest is heaving from the desperation running through your body. Pants and gulps overtaking your, once steady, breathing.
“Ya fill it.” The smile on Reece’s face grows wider, it's best you stay quiet now. Reece looks at his hand and Jordan is peering over his shoulder. Reece’s fingers are nearly covered with your slick, their eyes go back to your cunt and see her absolutely dripping. Tight hole weeping and clenching around air, begging to be filled.
The lack of attention driving you mad, your eyes blown and lips swollen from how much you’ve nearly bitten them raw. Your eyes on their every move, albeit delayed.
“Can I?” Jordan asks, nearly buzzing with excitement to put you in your place. Reece looks up at him and then back at you.
“You want it, brat?” He asks you, his head tilting as his tongue rubs over his teeth. You nod your head feverishly, taking anything at this point.
Another heavy hand falls on your cunt, the sound reverberating off the walls of the room. Another broken whimper falling from your lips.
“Use your words, brat.” His voice fills the quiet air, over your whimpering and soft groans.
“Please.” Your voice comes out raspy and weak, dripping with desperation to be filled.
“Please what?” Reece doesn’t accept it, he wants more. He wants you nearly begging, needs it but you’ve already learned your lesson for now. He can’t push you too far, or else you’ll cry, not that he doesn’t like it.
“Please,” Your voice weak and exhausted.
“I want it.” You gulp, your eyes landing on Reece’s once beautiful, ocean dark-blue eyes, now swirling with lust and cruelty, dark and terrifying.
Reece narrows his eyes at you before looking at Jordan and giving him a nod, going to move off the bed. His heavy footsteps taking him next to your side. Jordan climbs on once the space is clear for him, peeling off his shirt, his eyes roaming over every inch of your exposed skin. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the dark ink littered on his tan, muscular body.
“Don’t be too shy with breaking her, she can take it.” Reece’s voice cuts through the air, Jordan giving him a silent okay with a nod of his head. You look up at Reece, who gives you a pat on your cheek and a sweet smile before crossing his arms again.
Jordan crawls in front of you, his jeans already unzipped and pushed down to his thick thighs. His eyes glued to your sopping pussy.
“Fuuuuck, she’s so wet.” He groans out, his eyes flickering over to Reece with an excited smile. His eyes move down to your pussy, his fingers twitching slightly as they move to touch you. His thumb rubs a slow, torturous circle on the bundle of nerves and your head falls back onto the pillow. A soft moan falls from your lips as your eyes flutter shut. A heavy palm suddenly lands right on your cheek, the smack sounding through the room and your eyes snap open, looking up at Reece.
“He’s rewarding you, and you won’t even look at him? Don’t be rude.” Reece sneers at you as his fingers dig into your cheeks, forcing you to look back at Jordan.
“C’mon mate, she can’t help it.” Jordan snickers out, a mischievous smile on his lips as he looks back at you, his dimples defined.
“You can’t help it, can you, princess?” His voice is mocking and cruel. Your lips pout as you shake your head and barely manage a ‘no.’ Jordan chuckles again before he’s leading his throbbing cock to your dripping hole.
“What do you say?” Reece’s mean voice cuts the thick-with-tension air, his fingers digging into your face.
“Thank you, daddy.” You sigh out, your hooded eyes focused on where Jordan’s pulsating, dark red tip is pressing against your hole. Fuck, he’s long.
“You’ve got her trained well,” Jordan says to Reece, raising an eyebrow at him before he focuses back on you. He moves his tip, rubbing it over your wet folds, gathering slick to make it easier to slide in. The underside of his cock splitting your folds as a vein rubs against your clit.
“But you’re welcome.” Jordan hums out as his hand replaces one of yours, forcing your thigh back further.
“Anything for you, princess.” Jordan winks at you before he’s pushing his fat, mushroom tip into your tight cunt. His falls twists into one of pleasure, his jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed and a soft groan falling from his ‘o’ shaped lips. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head at the stretch and he hasn’t even put it a quarter-way in. A wanton moan falls from your lips like honey, filling the space of the room and Reece, unconsciously, tightens his grip around your jaw.
“Took a while trainin’ ‘er.” Reece mumbles as he crouches down, next to the bed so he can look at you. His eyes roaming over your face, drinking in every micro expression you make. Every flutter of your eyes, twitch of your lips and eyebrows, he memorizes it all.
Jordan, achingly slow, pushes his hips closer to yours, using every bit of restraint he has to make this agonizing for you. His long, throbbing cock disappearing between your folds, eyes glued on how easily it slides in, yet how tight you still are.
“Tongue.” Reece says, and your jaw falls open, your hot, wet tongue sticking out for him. His hand is still on your jaw, gripping it softly. He puckers his lips and a fat glob of spit falls on the pink muscle. Your eyes hooded and a whine falls from your lips as you close your mouth and swallow. Jordan could barely tear his eyes from the obscene action, wanting to be able to do the same.
Reece forces you to face Jordan again, and you see Jordan pucker his lips too. He leans down and spits a fat glob of spit right on your aching and swollen clit. The sensation and sight causes you to tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“Fuck.” Jordan pants out, his head thrown back as he uses every shred of will he has to not pound his big, fat, cock into your pretty, little cunt. His hips stalling their movement as his hand grips the fat of your thigh, his other hand landing on your calf. His fingers digging in hard enough to bruise afterwards.
“I dunno how you do it, mate. She’s too tight.” Jordan groans out as he pushes in, centimeter by centimeter. His head falling back down to see how your cunt greedily sucks him in.
“That’s why I like her.” Reece responds, his eyes trained on your glossy ‘o’ shaped lips. His fingers move from your jaw to your mouth, his index and middle finger slipping in to caress your tongue. Your mouth falls shut, your tongue swirling around his fingers as he pumps them in and out. You moan around his fingers, the vibrations trailing all the way down to his cock.
You can hardly keep your eyes open, but you want to see him. You want to see how Jordan’s self-control shreds, piece by piece. You suck on Reece’s fingers, your tongue suctioning on the pads while drool falls from the corner of your mouth, down to your chin. He groans as he feels your mouth tighten and your tongue suction, just how he likes.
A muffled, high-pitched whine sounds through the air as Jordan finally manages to stretch you out and bury himself to the very hilt. Your toes curl and your hands flail around to grip at anything, the burning and stretch forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Reece chuckles as you grip at his wrist, your strength not even a bother to him.
Jordan swallows back a moan at how tight your cunt is gripping at him. Those gummy, suffocating walls making his jaw drop, eyes flickering shut. His breath nearly gets sucked out of him, all of it leaving through his cock.
“‘M gonna move.” He mutters, drawing his hips back and dropping his head as you clamp around his length. A loud groan escaping his lips, the sensation driving him nearly insane. Now he knows why Reece is so obsessed with you.
You moan around Reece’s fingers as you watch Jordan bury himself to the hilt again, his balls pressed against the globes of your ass. Your cunt clamping down tighter around him, getting used to the stretch. He hisses, his fingers digging into your legs tighter like a vice, a pain he can’t stop himself from needing.
“Got such a pretty cunt, princess. Tight, pretty, little pussy.” Jordan’s hips buck into yours, his long cock reaching a space you didn’t even think Reece could touch. But he doesn’t stretch you like Reece does.
Reece keeps his fingers pumping in your mouth, one of Jordan’s hands moving to twist and pull at your nipples. Whimpers and moans tear from your throat at the added delicious pain.
Reece used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, hastily unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He pulls his cock out, half hard and heavy, your mouth already moving to stick your tongue out for him. He taps it on your tongue, letting the noise of your spit, sticking to the underside of his cock, sound out filthily. You whine at every tap, every feeling of his heavy cock hitting your tongue.
You hum when he finally lets it sit on your tongue, wanting to wrap your swollen lips around his fat tip but he still hasn’t given you permission. Your eyes water as you look up at him, the feeling of Jordan nudging at your womb is too much. Jordan’s cock rubbing that little sweet, gummy spot inside of you everytime he pulls out and, excruciatingly slow, slides back in.
“You think you earned it?” Reece asks, his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping it steady. He bucks his hips slightly, letting his tip go further into your mouth, nudging at the roof. A whine escaping your throat, your muddled brain focused on obeying him.
“Hm? Have you earned it?” He repeats, the underside of his cock rubbing against your tongue. His eyes peering down at you, like he can see through your very soul.
“Let ‘er have it, mate. She’s doing so good.” Jordan rasps out, his eyes furrowed shut, his head down as he uses his hold on your legs to keep you spread open, pretty and willing for him.
“Alright, if ya say so.” Reece says before he taps on your cheek, looking down at you with those condescending eyes and grin. Your lips immediately wrap around his cock, your mouth stretching to accommodate his thickness.
His hips move on their own, accustomed to his own pace. His eyes locked on how your mouth stretches, the feeling of how your tongue wraps around the underside of his cock. Your head bobs, eyes furrowed shut from the pure ecstasy Jordan is gifting you. Your pussy squeezing as he rubs against your sweet spot, touching places Reece hasn’t.
“Sucks dick good, too.” Reece huffs out, his lips curling as you suction around his tip, your hand jerking what you can’t fit in your mouth. You look up at him with those big, watery, pretty eyes and Reece swears he can fill your throat right then and there.
“M-“ Jordan starts out, but his words are caught on his tongue, his mind breaking at how tight your pussy is gripping around him, his throbbing cock aching to fill you up.
“Maybe next time.” He huffs, his mind too focused on fixing your little attitude problem from earlier. He picks up his pace, this thrusts landing harder and deeper. They’re brutal, starved. He’s an animal and you’re his slutty little toy for tonight. You look so pretty under him, stuffed full with cock in your mouth. Your burning skin, swollen lips, dazed eyes. He wants you, he wants to keep you like Reece does. Wants to fix that bratty little attitude like Reece does, so often.
Every single thrust that Jordan takes, that Reece takes has muffled noises being pushed out, your mind melting at the pleasure of being filled to the brim. You swear that you don’t even know how to use your brain when they, occasionally, both bottom out in you at the same time.
“Fuck, ca-“ His mind can hardly manage coherent speech when his tip nudges at your womb. He gulps, swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth.
“Can I fill ‘er up?” He groans when you clamp around him, his words clearly having more of an effect on you as your cunt tries to swallow him, drag him in and keep him inside of you. A weak smile gracing his lips as his hooded eyes connect with your own. Your face twisted in pleasure as Reece’s cock pushes against your uvula, your mouth full. You breathe in and out to fight the urge to gag and choke around him, the same way he’s trained you.
“Ask.” Reece shrugs as he pulls his cock from your mouth with a pop. A string of drool connecting your lips to the dark red, swollen tip of his deliciously thick cock.
“Can I fill you up, princess?” Jordan asks, his thrusts pushing out whines and whimpers from you. It’s almost like you lost your voice as your face scrunches to one of pleasure every time he hits that gummy spot inside of you.
“He’s talking to you, slut.” Reece lands a heavy slap on your cheek, making your mind blank, eyes fluttering as you look at Jordan.
“Please, daddy.” You gulp. Your eyes flickering to Jordan, dazed and lustful.
“Fill me up, need it s’bad.” You slur out. That’s all he needed. He’s quick with it, throwing your legs over his shoulders, moving to fold on top of you as he pounds into your cunt. The squelching noises from your pussy add to the broken moans falling from your mouth. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass bounces off the walls.
“Gonna make you a mommy, yeah? You want that?” Jordan rambles into your ear, his teeth moving to bite at your shoulder and neck. A ‘fap, fap, fap’ sound fills your ears, Jordan’s moaning and whimpering only pushing you further to your release. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten, like a rope keeping a boat at bay. It only takes a little more pressure before you snap. His balls are drawn up tight, ready to fulfill their purpose.
You can hardly understand what he’s saying, but by the tone of his voice, it’s debauched. He’s depraved and filthy in the way he wants to claim you, before Reece does. He wants to knock you up and snatch you from Reece, but it’s still a friendly rivalry, after everything.
Your mind is on Cloud 9, gone is the intelligent, hard-working, bratty, mouthy woman. The only thing under him is the brain-dead, cock-hungry slut that only lives to serve and please.
It’s like a domino effect, the second that Jordan is stilling his hips, moaning so pretty into your ear, pumping his seed into you, you’re falling over the edge. Your juices mixing and dripping out of your pussy, staining his cock and balls of you.
He fucks you through it, talking to you but you can’t understand a single word he’s saying, only focusing on the feeling of getting fucked through your intense orgasm. Your legs are spasming on his shoulders, toes curled in as your pussy clamps and tightens around him. Weak cries and moans in his ear pushing him to keep abusing your womb. Your hands grip at his bulging biceps, which are stationed right next to your head, keeping you folded and suffocated underneath him. His hands under your head as he presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your dumbfounded eyes, his jaw clenched. Those beautiful, brown, puppy dog eyes that look like you hung the stars in them, pure adoration for you and how you let him treat you.
He finally stops the merciless pounding, the last few spurts of his cum pumping into your twitching, sensitive cunt, looking for a place to be implanted. You’re trembling under him, shivering and whimpering as you beg and plead for him to keep you full. Jordan chuckles, weak and spent, as he fulfills your wish. He pulls away, huffing and slouched, his big hands on your knee and calf, legs still folded up to your body.
He spots a random phone off to the side and reaches for it, clumsy and eager. He opens the camera application on the lock screen and looks at Reece, who already knows what Jordan wants.
“He’s gonna take a video, okay? That okay, baby?” Reece leans down to mumble in your ear, brushing away strands of hair from your flushed face, softly rubbing his thumb over your blazing cheek. He knows you aren’t mentally there, that you’re up in the clouds from the pleasure, yet you still nod. You don’t understand his words, only the tone; his soft, questioning tone and you only want to please, so you hum a weak ‘mhm.’
Reece nods and Jordan doesn’t waste any time. He hits the button to record and his hips move on their own, grinding into you as your combined fluids spurt out. He has the dumbest grin on his face, recording the sinful scenario, wanting to keep it for his own personal pleasure later. Your weak whimpers and whines in the background of the video as Jordan pulls out slowly, your cum staining his dark-brown cock before he pushes back in, dragging out a soft moan from you.
He repeats the action a few times, your pants and pathetic sounds seducing him into wanting to break you fully. He lowers the phone, wanting to capture the picture-perfect amateur porno shot of how his pubic hair is sticky and wet from your juices and cream. His thick, jean-clad thighs pressed snug against your soft, smooth ass. His spent cock nestled deep in your pulsing, drooling pussy.
His thick fingers spread your folds, the camera capturing your swollen clit, sensitive and throbbing, in 4K 60 fps. He ends the video, head thrown back as he softly, gently grinds into you, almost as if he wants to be deeper, touching your intestines. He tosses the phone and leans back in, resting his weight on top of you with occasional, shallow rolls of his hips. He breathes in your scent, memorizes the feeling of you underneath him, clinging to him. Every little sound imprinted in his brain. The way your soft, plush body molds again his muscular one. He can feel the addiction for you starting to course through his veins, to plague his mind.
The entire time, Reece’s eyes are on your face, the way your tits bounce at every little movement that Jordan makes. How your chest expands and contracts as you come down from your high, panting and huffing. His hand steadily works his cock over, tightening around the head before he loosens his grip once his hand strokes down to the base, trying desperately to mimic your pussy. Ultimately, he fails, and he’s getting desperate.
Reece is usually a spoiled, impatient man, wanting everything to go how he wants it at the exact moment. But this is his friend, his brother, and he wants Jordan to savour, relish in, what he cannot have, even if he only has you for now. So he pushes his own greed aside to let you freely experience something different, someone different. To let Jordan have a taste of the forbidden fruit, let him play Eve for a bit, get a life-altering experience.
He can only take so much though, and the second that Jordan is tossing the phone away, Reece is stepping up to remind you of who you belong to.
“Move, mate.” Reece huffs as he’s pushing Jordan away from you, shoving his cock back into your throat. His hands grip at your hair and throat as he chases his own orgasm, abusing your throat with every thrust he takes into your mouth. Groaning and grunting when you quickly get up to speed and suck his cock like your life depends on it. Your lips and tongue suctioning around him, throat constricting as the sound of your throat and mouth getting fucked fills the room. It’s a disgusting sound, one that has Reece’s orgasm creeping up on him, wanting to fill your throat, pump your stomach full of his cum.
He doesn’t last long, he never has. His grunts and groans quickly turn into moans and gasps, his balls drawn up tight. You always had such a talented mouth, a demonic tongue. It’s the reason he keeps you on a tight leash, among others.
It’s sudden and you don’t manage to catch your breath before he’s burying himself to the very hilt, your lips squished against his base as his cum spurts down your welcoming throat. You struggle to hold your breath, your eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowed with concentration as you try to swallow down every drop of liquid that Reece shoots into your throat. He groans softly when he feels you swallow around his length.
You, by the grace of God, manage to swallow everything down and don’t choke or gag. He stays like that for a few seconds more, grinding into your mouth to make sure you eat every last drop of his Grade-A sperm before he starts to laggardly slip out. His face tranquil, relieved from the stern expression he was sporting earlier, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes hooded.
When Reece, sluggishly, untangles his hands from your hair and throat, you rip away from him with a loud cough. Curling into yourself with a fist against your mouth as you hack and gasp for air, your body moving on its own as you end up on your side, gasping and inhaling. Reece's hand is on your back, soothing rubs on your skin. His voice guides you as he repeats familiar breathing exercises to you. Bringing you back down from your near-death, back to your time with him. With his guidance, your breathing returns to its normal pace, albeit a bit stuttered.
“How you feeling, baby, hm?” He’s always been great at aftercare, he has to be. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t let him push you to the limits like he always does. His hand rubs at your back, the other moving to brush your hair from your face. He leaves soothing, tranquil touches on your face, reminding you that he’s there with you, at your every beck and call. Jordan shuffles around in the background, dressing himself and checking in the mirror to make sure there aren't any stains; should there be, if they can be hidden properly for the rest of the night.
“Cold.” You mumble out, your eyes closed as your body, unconsciously shivers. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Face furrowed at the feeling of the cold air nipping at your exposed skin.
“Let’s get you dressed.” Reece hums out as he turns to Jordan and holds out his hand, wanting your clothes. Jordan, suddenly put on the spot, starts to frantically look around for every article of clothing that was ripped off of you about two hours ago. He finally manages to get your things and hands it all over to Reece, who sets the pile of clothes next to him and takes a seat in front of you, his body turned to face you.
He’s delicate in the way he handles you, like you’re a fragile, porcelain doll that needs extreme care. Jordan can only watch as Reece takes his time dressing you, muttering sweet nothings to you, prepping soft kisses to your skin as he praises you for being so good for them, for taking everything they gave you like a champ. Your bleary eyes finally open to look up at him, blinking owlishly a few times; your mind falling from Cloud 9 like a leaf in the wind, slowly, at your own pace.
“Hey, pretty girl. You with me?” Reece hums out softly as his hand smooths over your head, patting down stray hairs and giving you that extra comfort. You nod, completely silent.
“Use your words, sweet girl .” He hums with a tilt of his head, the backs of his cool fingers rubbing over your heated cheek.
“I’m with you.” You rasp out, your voice frail and soft. Your eyes locked on his as he smiles tenderly at you. One of his hands rubs at your arm as the other thumbs at your cheek.
“Did you have fun? Any feedback?” Reece asks, engaging you in play, coaxing you out of that shell you get into after these sessions. You huff with amusement as you lay flat on your back, your hand rubbing at your forehead.
“I feel sore.” You rasp out, looking at Jordan, sending him a half-annoyed look, one that says ‘you didn’t have to go so hard.’ Reece faintly laughs as he turns to look at Jordan, who’s standing off to the side, sheepish and awkward. Reece’s hand automatically moves to your leg, massaging and tenderly working out any knots; as if he was breathing, it’s like a habit when he hears you’re sore.
“Sorry, got a lil’ carried away.” He mumbles as he rubs the back of his neck. His eyes flickering around the room to avoid the heavy, playful gazes from you and Reece.
“But you did good, really good.” Jordan says as he moves to sit next to you, his big hand landing on your smaller one. His grip is strong, yet cushy. He grabs your hand and picks it up, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand as he holds it in both of his, his thumbs rubbing at your skin.
“Thank you for letting me put you in your place.” He smirks, playful and mischievous, leaving one last kiss on the back of your hand before he, gently, sets it down. Your jaw drops at his words and you look back at Reece.
“He’s got a point. You got mouthy, sweet girl.” Reece mumbles out before he’s leaning down to connect your lips. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, and you happily comply with his wordless request. Your lips part and his tongue is diving in, gentle and subdued, the wet muscle savoring the flavor of his cum on your tastebuds. Reece’s chapped, dusty lips smushing against your own plump, rosy lips. He pulls away and you chase the kiss, a slight haze in your expression as you smile at him, leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter shut.
Jordan chuckles when Reece pulls away, the two of you lost in your own little world. You don’t even notice when Jordan starts to get up from the bed again, but Reece does.
“Going somewhere?” He asks, his mouth open as he looks to Jordan for a decent excuse.
“Oh, I was just gonna go back with everyone else.” Jordan says awkwardly, his thumb pointing back to the door. He shuffles under Reece’s hard, curious gaze.
“She needs a kiss before you go.” Reece says sternly as he motions to you. You sit up, eager for a kiss from Jordan, a slight smile playing on your lips as your eyes look up at him, wide and hopeful. Jordan drops his head with a chuckle before he goes back to the bed and crawls over to where you are. You sit there, eyes closed and a smile on your lips as you wait for his move. Tingles of anxiety and excitement running through your nerves.
As Jordan comes over, Reece moves off the bed to get dressed. He adjusts his soft member in his boxers, pulling up his jeans, zipping and buttoning before he’s looking around the ground for his shirt. You start to get eager, fidgeting and panting softly as you wait to be able to feel Jordan’s plush lips on your own.
“I’d kiss you but you got dick on your lips, princess.” He says as he leans in to leave a kiss on your cheek. Your face drops to one of offense and disappointment, Jordan squishing your cheeks, with a laugh, as you pout. Reece huffs with amusement at Jordan’s comment, his hands moving to tug his shirt on and smooth it down, making himself presentable to decent society.
“Next time, okay, princess? I promise.” He says as he makes a cross over his heart and starts to stand from the end, faux sympathy on his face before he turns to Reece. They clap their hands and give each other a bro-hug and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You see them whisper and you grow curious, trying to listen in but no dice. They say their goodbyes and nod as they pull away. Your eyes linger on Jordan, your hands will never be able to forget how he felt, how his muscles molded to your touch, how his skin matched the heat intensity of your own.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” Jordan points at you before he leaves the room with a fat smile. The door snaps shut behind his exit and you look at Reece, shocked and embarrassed; he can only shake his head with a smile.
“Don’t be too embarrassed, pretty girl. From what I’ve heard, yer the best from now on.” Reece chuckles as he comes over to stand near you.
His eyes give you a once-over, sharp and observant gaze checking to see if you are showable again. He nods and helps you sit at the edge of the bed, crouching to put your shoes on for you; he gives you a quick peck before he pulls away and helps you stand. He lets you grip his arm, your hand on his bicep, as he starts to lead you out of the room.
He exits first, tugging you infront of him, by your wrist, as he closes the door behind you. Fresh air hitting your fiery skins, clearing your nose from the now-stuffy room. The both of you start to walk back down the hall, to the party and Herbie comes around the corner. His pale skin flush with anger, eyes wide, hands balled and shaking as he stares at you two.
“C’mon guys, on my bed?! Really?!” He exclaims before he rushes past the two of you towards his room. The both of you keep your eyes on Herbie as he opens the door and immediately covers his nose.
“It seems like a whorehouse in there!” He exclaims, mouth muffled by his hand as he looks at the two of you in disgust. You quickly turn and hide your face in Reece’s shoulder, trying to will the earth to open below your feet and swallow you whole. Reece laughs loudly, throwing Herbie an apology before leading the two of you back to the party. His rough, calloused right hand on the small of yer back while the left one leads your hand to steer the two of you back.
Back to where your whole attitude with him and Jordan started. Back to where Reece decided to give Jordan a taste of you, after getting tired of watching Jordan try to hide the glances and lingering touches towards you. Back to where Jordan knew that he’d get a taste of you tonight, a taste of Reece’s pretty little friend.
got something cooking for jayden campbell so yeah :), he needs more love nd lowkey, i like him more
