Bundus is the kind of man to say as long as you're happy. When you tell him about your new boyfriend, then name every bad habit your current boyfriend has.
"Strange guy, ain't he....."
All the things you never noticed. Every habit he has, both seen and unseen, laid out to you. Won't be able to look at him the same, will you?
When a frown comes across your face, he knows he's won. "Well, I'll see you around." So sumg as he leaves. He'll give y'all three days. You've always been picky with men.
Sorry, im still on this, but bundus goal is to make sure you get the ick with your current boyfriend he wants you to look at the minor things that man does and scrunch your nose in disgust!!!
Enjin: Risky/public sex. Enjin seeks thrills in any way he can. Plus it's always someone up his ass so it's not often he can get you to himself. He's not above pulling you into a storage closet and absolutely dicking you down. Doesn't lock the door either. He'll do it when there's just adults around, so if you get caught oh well. Also into doing it in the car. Lays on a towel on the backseat and has you ride him till he's on the brink of losing his mind.
Bro Santa: Size kink. Doesn't care whether it's you being bigger than him or smaller than him. He loves when there's a vast difference between you two because he can manhandle you either way. Bro is stronger than most so he has no problem pushing you around or holding you still to keep you from trying to run while he's fucking you. He makes fun of you for how much you whine when he's fucking you.
Tamsy: He is obsessed with dumbification. Shibari and bondage is too easy for him. He wants you falling apart under him from his words. Tamsy is known for being manipulative, so he'll say everything he knows will make you fall for him more. Sweet little praises at first to get you to melt under him. He'll kiss down your body till he's between your legs only to switch to degrading you. Telling you how pathetic it is that you spread your legs for a man as horrible as he is. He'll switch between praises and degrading to keep you confused and on edge.
Corvus: Overstimulation on both you and him. Corvus cums fast but he has so much stamina that cumming two or three times doesn't affect him at all. He'll keep going while you're busy under him wiggling about, trying to get him to slow down. Flip note, he loves it when you fuck him till he's cumming over and over. He's a leaky, teary eyed mess.
Gris: Mutual masturbation. He thinks you're the best thing to ever happen to him, so he wants to know your body inside and out. Watching you get off sets a tick inside of him. Seeing how you throw your head back, tip leaking and swollen from how bad the need to cum was, it made him whimper. He wanted you to watch him so you knew exactly the effect you had on him. You took over his mind and consumed his every thought. That included when he jerked off.
Bundus: He is so into threesomes it is insane. Whether it be with a girl or another guy, he loves watching you lose it under someone else with him. Low-key is a cuck but doesn't care lol! He gets off on watching you being fucked while he degrades you. He'll have you laying down, his dick painfully hard while he fucked your face. Your muffled moans only get him off more. He loves sharing just how fucking hot your are when you're being dicked down.
WHAT'S THE GIG?... a kiss was the start of this cannibalism, and now that he's had a taste of you, he simply cannot let you go. and what's better than cannibalism, if not sheer devotion?
featuring... incubus!tamsy x black!reader.
WHAT'S THE MOTION?... DD:DNE. supernatural themes. mentions of marking. mention of cunnilingus. lmk if i missed anything! warnings will be specific to each part, so be sure to read them as you progress!
luvrs note... : no, this is not a cannibalism fic/story, i used that as a metaphor (just in case people get confused). also: tamsy is prime dd:dne material in my eyes, so a lot of things i post for him will either be of that genre or generally a harsh contrast to what i write for everyone else.
other parts... part one ; part two ; part three ; part four.
for nights, the same dream has visited you.
you wake up in a room - the same as your own - except something small is always off. maybe your lamp doesn't work. your door's creaked open, when you know for a fact you closed it before laying down. maybe a pile of laundry is folded, or your water bottle is moved elsewhere.
and for the past four nights, all of those things have happened.
the first night, you "woke up". got up like usual - but it was still dark out. after failing to go back to sleep, you decided if you were gonna be up, it'd be best to be productive. to do something with yourself.
which, obviously, started with you turning on the lamp on your beside table.
or trying to, anyway.
it wouldn't turn on. even when you tried unplugging it, plugging it back up again. turning the knob on it round and round, it never worked.
thinking nothing of it, you decided to turn on your overhead light, and leave your room to do the dishes you know you left for the morning.
or, try to leave your room.
the knob wouldn't turn.
that was when your head really started racing, 'cause you usually closed your door. never locked it. and nobody else lived with you to lock you in it - not that the damn knob had a lock on the other side, anyway.
and when you turned around, now focused on convincing yourself to go back to sleep, you were met with a man on your bed.
tall, slim, draped in robes and long, two-toned hair. navy blue hid behind platinum blonde, matching blonde eyes to match. long lashes blinked at you, all pretty and cat-like before he simply murmured, "something wrong, doll?"
like nothing, your nerves slipped away.
you no longer felt panicked. on the contrary, you felt calmer. almost saved, despite not knowing the first thing about this man - outside of his appearance.
shaking your head, you pad over to the bed slowly - almost naturally - before sitting to the side of him. "...not anymore." you'd say, voice small as you situate yourself to sit criss-crossed beside him.
and for what felt like hours, the two of you talked. you told him your name, your worries, your routine, about your family, and things you loved. you told him all about you. and by the time the sun was rising?
he'd found himself between your legs. tongue exploring your clit and pussy entirely, learning your ins and outs with minimal effort.
but by the time you'd reached your orgasm - by the time the sunlight would finally hit your window - you'd find yourself gasping awake on your bed.
panties removed, sheets strawn all over the place, and the wetness between your thighs leaking onto the single sheet that remained under you.
and you hadn't even got his damn name.
instinctively, you reach to turn on your bedside lamp - and it turns on.
no hassle, no unplugging and plugging it back, no constant clicking of the small knob under the shade.
just a simple reach and click.
like always.
glancing between the lamp and the wet spot beneath you, you sigh. it's all you really can do.
you weren't sure what exactly happened - as you finally left the bed, there were only so many memories of the man lingering in your head.
the phantom trail of his tongue never left, though.
you could swear you could still feel it at times. while brushing your teeth, washing those dishes surprise surprise, your door opened, organizing your fridge. you nearly orgasm all over again from the faux sensation while reading a book on the couch. for the record, it was about home economics.
and in the middle of your bath that night, as you prepared and pampered yourself for bed, you noticed two barely there marks on your inner thighs. they were hot to the touch, even once you got out of the bath. almost red against your skin.
dismissing it, you decided to pay it no mind.
once you finish rubbing the last of lotion over your skin - gently over the marks, as they burned from the contact - you were ready for bed.
side nigga! jabber who is just sooo fucking sick and tired of hearing you whining and bitching about your fucking boyfriend, ranting about all the things he did and didn't do. he was so excited when you invited him over to your dorm, hoping that you were finally gonna give him some attention but instead he was rubbing your back as you cried on his shoulder, a look of aggravation on his features. "a-and then when i told him, he just said i don't care before hanging up" you ranted. you were so caught up in your troubles you didn't even catch the fact that jabber was unbuckling his pants, a large hand reaching behind your head before he pushed you down, shoving his dick in your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat, loud gags coming from you.
"you're always so focused on him" his hips bucked up into your mouth. "focus on swallowing this dick, yeah?"
Neck kisser, back kisser, leg kisser, ass cheek kisser, foot kisser. There’s not a single inch of you that Bro Santa would not kiss. If he can reach it, he’s kissing it.
There are some parts of a woman’s body that society deems ugly, but not Bro Santa. He likes bush and stretch marks. Also, Bro would salivate at the sight of breast veins (iykyk)
As far as his favorite positions, Bro loves prone bone, cowgirl, and sideways. Y’all he’s 35. Don’t expect him to put you in the most creative positions. The most he can do is either full nelson or leapfrog.
I’ve said this before, but Bro Santa is not a hard dom, or an obvious dom really. Bro is gentle and affectionate and will give you exactly what you need and more. You don’t really notice how in control he is until he’s whispering in your ear that “you can give him one more, can’t you?” And you do.
Proud eater. He just likes putting his mouth on you. You have to watch out for him because he’ll pounce on you randomly just to suck and kiss on your pussy. If you have an outie pair, he really likes to play with those just so you know.
We’re looking at about 9 inches, cut, and a bit thicker in the middle. He has hair but he keeps it trimmed. Taking him is no easy task, that's why he has to prep you by giving you mind-blowing orgasms beforehand.
For the sake of Dear and his rambunctious friends, Bro prefers sex in the bedroom. If he knows it's just you two in the house for a while, maybe he’ll consider fucking you in other parts of the house.
As far as kinks go, Bro has a few. Daddy kink, breeding, overstimulation, lactation, hair pulling (you and him), and squirting. He’s a perverted old man lol.
If you’re like me and you have a fat twat, I don’t think you’re safe from Bro mindlessly playing with it. You two could be in bed watching a movie, and suddenly there’s a large warm hand playing with your mons pubis. Idk why, he just seems like the type.
Aftercare king! After you two are done and he’s cleaned you up with his tongue he’s running a bath for you and getting you a snack and some water.
Bro santa and bundus threesome yada yada, bundus is fucking you and he's an absolute fucking mess. He's moaning louder than you, face red, sweat dripping down his body, and his eyes completely focused on the way Bro was fucking your throat. It was much more intimate between the two of you. His hand tangled in your curls as he held the back of your head. Each roll of his hips made him damn there hit the back of your throat. He likes to go slower than the pace Bundus does because he pushes your head ALL the way down, till your nose is to his pubes. They're also making out above you :p
ooo hear me out on next door neighbor!bundus accidentally falling in love with bro's wife, becoming a little bit like another dad to 3yr old dear, and promising to always keep an eye out on mrs. santa when bro isn't around, but also making sure to check up on bro, see if he's taking time to rest like you always poke him to do...
and he's so ashamed, knowing that he shouldn't feel this way, you and bro are happily married with a little grumpy toddler who has started to warm up to him when he usually refuses to engage with other adults. yeah, he knows he shouldn't be letting his eyes wander over your body when your little family comes over to his to use his pool, looking at how your swimsuit hugs all of your curves...but he also knows the way his eyes trail down bro's chest when he stands up out of the hot tub to grab the two of them more beers, choking when he realizes he's staring at bro's ass.
and it only gets worse when bro nods his head in the direction of you asleep on the canopy daybed with dear cuddled up to your chest. "mm, échales un vistazo. precious, aren't they?" the way he stares at you both, love and adoration in his eyes, it's hard to bundus to not feel the same when he looks at you two, voicing his agreement with a voice that's way too soft, too caring.
yet, that same feeling still lingers when he looks at the man across from him, and he knows he's fucked. it's not just you...it's the both of you.
"surprised you could bring yourself to agree with such kindness, bundus...knowing you've been staring at my wife's breasts all day."
if bundus could drown himself in this hot tub, he would.
cut to you taking dear back home to give him his bath so you both can rest, you say bye to bro and bundus with a little kiss on their cheeks, so sleepy you don't even realize how you shattered bundus' calm demeanour.
and now it's just the two of them in that fucking hot tub, and he's so sure he's going to lose his fucking mind because why is bro looking at him with those heavy, lidded eyes, too calm smirk on his face as he lazily swirls the beer in his bottle around.
"she's a pretty lady, right? i thank the heavens every day i get to go home to her."
it's some kind of test, he knows it is, so he just stays silent, nodding his head to avoid speaking. he doesn't trust his voice to stay stable...
"but, poor thing has been getting sick lately. think spending all that time with dear is getting too her," bro hums, eyes sliding shut as he tips his head back. "mm, poor thing...the idea of dear getting bored and lonely when we aren't around is driving her mad. she's getting baby fever real bad. wants another one."
that makes bundus twitch in more ways than one, his body going stiff. he feels lightheaded, and he knows it's not from the beer, not from the hot tub, no, he knows exactly where this conversation is going...and he isn't sure if he can take it.
"you're so quiet tonight, usually you're the one doing all the talking," comes bro's chuckle, a knowing little glint in his eye. "cat got your tongue? or are you too busy thinking about me knocking up my wife?"
bundus coughs violent, mid sip of his drink. "w-what? no, no, it's not that, i'm just-"
"you know, we were supposed to try tonight, have one of my friends baby sit him tonight, but when you invited us over, oh, she can never say no to you. if i didn't know her so well, i'd be worried she was starting to like you more than me."
he's closer, sitting right next to bundus now, he doesn't know how he missed the guy moving, this is insane—
one of bro's hands touches his leg under the water, giving a squeeze to his upper thigh. "you'll be thrilled, you know. we moved in when dear was already born, so you didn't get to see how pretty she looked, glowing, round with my baby in her. the prettiest woman you'd ever see."
his hand trailed up higher, closer to the physical manifestation of bundus' inner turmoil before finally brushing over it, hand fully palming his erection under the hot water.
"not to mention how pretty she looks when she's pouting because those poor tits of hers are too full of milk, begging for help because her little massages aren't helping. god, she always looks so precious when she asks for help, never able to make eye contact when she'd nervous tell me 'it's happening again'," bro reminisces, as if he's not causing bundus to bite back moans as he tries his best not to buck up into his touch.
"would you help her if she asked?"
the question catches bundus off guard, his eyes snapping to bro's. "asked? a-asked for what?" he's out of breath, noticing he's been panting this entire time. "asked for...for help with h-her being backed up?" he hates how his dick jumps at the thought, and hates how bro's smirk grows when he feels it. "s-shit, i...i know it's wrong, but i-i don't think i could say no, not to your lady, 'm sorry, but she's just too perfect—fffuck..."
he can't stop the loud groan when bro's hand slips under his swim trunks and starts stroking him full-heartedly, a satisfied hum filling the air.
"good answer, i told her you'd be good for us and take good care of her, poor thing was worried all about nothing..."
❤︎august gives you special treatment? well, duh! ❤︎
a/n: i missed writing for august so here’s this small thing!!
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august loves you so loudly. everybody needs to know that you’re his! but even without vocalizing it, it’s so obvious how much he adores you.
mostly it’s in the clothes he makes you, which zanka is the first to take issue with.
“how come yours always get done so fast?” he presses you one day.
“hm?”
“your clothes. he takes forever for me and…” he pauses to motion to the very clothes you had on, “gets yours done as fast as he can.”
“ohh, i wouldn’t say it’s like that! it’s more like—“
“MORE LIKE MY SECOND HALF IS SUPER EASY TO DESIGN FOR!” august’s voice interrupts as he comes up beside you to sling his arm around your shoulder.
zanka’s face twists into an irritated expression, as if that didn’t exactly answer his question.
“so…” he starts, eyes flickering between the two of you.
“their measurements, dislikes, likes, neutrals—everything is practically burnt into my mind! they’re my muse!”
august always practically sparkles when he’s gushing about you, now was no exception.
“and of course my babe always gets the best of the best!”
“…isn’t that favoritism?” zanka tries to object.
“HELL YEAH!”
silence. well, other than you trying to contain your laugh. zanka on the other hand, decides it’s time to give up. he mumbles a few things under his breath as he turns to leave.
“sorry zanka…” you can’t help but say.
“what’s there to be sorry for? i’ve already got something new for you!” august beams, already pulling you by his hand to his workplace.
cws // fem reader. pov switches between bundus & bro without warning. ed (erectile dysfunction). slight exhibitionism.
"Thanks so much for this. Really. You two are so sweet."
Bro just barely hears you over the siren-esque call of your cleavage, the low cut top showcasing the tops of your pillowy breasts and trying it's best to paint him as the stereotypical pervert from next door.
Bundus saves him, the older man's hand giving him a sharp jab in the ribs that has Bro cursing under his breath and smiling through the sting of pain.
"'S no problem, darlin'." Bundus says, and Bro voices his agreement. You had tentatively knocked on their door earlier that day, fingers fiddling with each other and head bowed as you looked up at them from underneath pretty lashes with a meek question on your tongue:
"Can you mount my TV on the wall for me?"
Both men had short-circuited the moment the word 'mount' had left your lips, images of them hunched over your panting, slick body drowning out the rest of your request. When they had finally come to, shameless tents in their pants and predatory glints in their eyes, you had been rambling about how you had no one else to ask other than your boyfriend (some kid that Bundus had once said could fall into a barrel of tits and come out sucking his thumb) but he was at work and you didn't want to bother him and your friend was—
Bro had cut you off with a smile and a promise to be right over, and you had beamed at the both of them and sang your thanks as you retreated from their porch and skipped back on over to your own house just next door. Before your front door had even shut, Bro had found his back slammed against their own front door and his dick in a tight, rough grip. His hand had found Bundus's, and they had both moved in quick, sure movements that could only be the result of spending countless hours finding out what made the other person finish the quickest.
They had eventually shown up at your door, a tool bag in hand and desire still sitting in their bellies, and you had welcomed them in with a bright smile and the scent of something sweet in the air. It had turned out to be a cobbler baking in the oven, and if Bundus hadn't been stuck on you before (he had been—both of them) he surely was then.
The mounting of the television had taken longer than it should have, an hour long task at most turning into a four hour ordeal due to the two men taking the chance to satiate their curiosity. You had moved in months ago and they hadn't seen much of you past the quick run-ins on the way to work and the introductory quiche you had brought over, accompanied with a shy and cute smile and wave as you gave them your name and asked theirs in turn. Later that night they had both tried out your name on their tongue in a different setting, and found that they liked the sound of it more than they thought they would.
"When a pretty thing like you comes knockin' 'n askin' for help, how can you say no?"
You blink, eyes flitting between Bundus's crooked smile that's hidden underneath a thick mustache, to Bro who's once again taken a keen interest in finding out if it's possible to tell the color of your areolas through the fabric of your dress.
"Oh.." You breathe out, a nervous laugh following after, and Bundus lets out a chuckle of his own as he licks the spoon clean that's gripped in his hand. "I-I see you liked it!" You rush out, happy to change the subject, and Bundus scoops off another piece of the peach cobbler with his spoon, this time holding it out to Bro.
He's taken his eyes off your tits long enough to see the umpteenth save, and he walks over before taking into his mouth. He looks at Bundus as his lips close around the spoon, then over to you who can't help but watch the interaction with a look of interest.
"Loved it. Best I ever had. Real sweet." Bro hums in agreement as he comes up, and Bundus licks the spoon clean again. "Makes me wonder if the baker is just as sweet."
Bro laughs, loudly, and the sound wipes the shocked look off your face and replaces it with a mildly amused one. "Don't pay him no mind." The sentence comes out with a twang not native to him, and Bundus grins at the sound of it. "Es un idiota." You laugh next, and both men decide then and there that it's a sound they don't want to go another day not hearing.
—
"Ain't no way he's givin' it to her right." Bundus says aloud to himself, talking around the cigarette in his mouth as he leans back in the chair on the porch, sock clad feet kicked up and crossed one over the other as they rest on the railing. His eyes are focused on where your boy has just stepped out of his car –some little clown car that wouldn't fit even half his body– to meet you.
You've got a smile on your face, eyes bright and practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait for him to make his way up the porch steps to you. He takes his sweet ass time getting to you, and he doesn't even smile back at you when you throw your arms around his waist and stretch up to give him a kiss.
From what they had gathered earlier, the place was an inheritance to you from your deceased grandmother, and Bundus can't help but think the guy's just shacking up for the time being. Even better, he thinks. Bundus had gotten lazier in his older years, more willing to watch things play out rather than have a direct hand all the time, and he had no problem waiting the young buck out. The kid had wandering eyes like most his age, and he'd eventually get wandering hands too, and then you'd wander your pretty self right on over to the two of them so they could make it all better for you.
He takes another drag, this one slower than the last, and holds the smoke in his mouth as he watches the way your dress clings to the softer parts of you. He can't remember the last time he and Bro had a soft thing like you between the both of them, and while he had never missed it before, he damn sure did now.
His cigarette ends up stamped out and laid in the windowsill where he'll habitually come and find it later, and he makes his way into the house to find his counterpart messing around in the living room. With his usual tact, Bundus presses himself to Bro's back, chin bumping against the top of his head and hand slipping underneath the man's wifebeater. He gropes at his stomach, fingers sinking into the soft flesh there, and then travels further up to grab at his chest neck, rough fingers tweaking at stiff nipples.
"That's your second one today."
"What is?"
"Cigarrillo. You cutting back again?" Bundus makes a noncommittal sound, hand unceremoniously dropping down to squeeze Bro through his jeans. He can feel him hardening underneath the coarse fabric, and he lets out a breath when he doesn't feel his own cock stir to life. "One 'n done?" He can hear the grin in Bro's voice, and he gives him a rough squeeze, forcing a pained groan from him, before moving to drop himself down onto the couch.
"Your lucky day."
Bro licks at his lips, eyes watching as Bundus pulls his clothes off as if he can't be bothered to make a show of it. He enjoys it nonetheless, peeling off his own clothing. He puts more care into it than Bundus, and while the older man can put on a facade as if he's annoyed by the fact that he's gonna be the one on the receiving end tonight, his eyes that drink in the sight of his now revealed cock tell the real story.
"I'd say I feel bad, but I don't." Bro's stomach tightens as he absentmindedly tugs at his hanging cock, the weight of it too much to stand up and bob in the air. A thick dollop of pre stretches down from the uncut tip to the floor, and Bundus's eyes follow the trail until a deep, throaty groan brings his attention back up to see what brought on the reaction.
He follows Bro's gaze, his own sizable cock, despite still being soft, hanging limp over his balls. There's thick patches of platinum blonde on his groin, inner thighs and cock, and on the mushroom head there's a shiny glaze of precum that steadily dribbles out.
There's nothing about Bundus's appearance that Bro would firstly describe as cute. Rugged, for sure. Handsome, absolutely. Sexy, every day. Big as all hell, continuously. But cute? The man's head brushed most ceilings, he had an eight foot wingspan, and if you caught sight of his shadow you might think Bigfoot really was stomping around out there. But the sight of his cock that had started sparingly listening to him once he hit the age of fifty-seven four years ago always brought that adjective to mind.
"And here I thought you'd take pity on an old man and settle for a handy." Bundus deadpans, the way his gaze focuses on the swing of Bro's cock as he steps forward revealing that he wanted anything but that.
"Like you settled for one last week, cabrón?" Bundus barks out a laugh, only for it to cut off into a groan when Bro pops a squat between his spread legs and gathers his flaccid dick up in his hand. "Couldn't walk right for three days."
"Well, when your dick chooses to work 2 days out the week, let's see if you don't get a lil' excited—shiiit." Bro licks at his weepy tip, tongue pressing into his slit and making Bundus jerk his leg up. He keeps at it, the both of them knowing it's not gonna get him any harder, but he can still feel the sensations, and Bro likes making people feel good – he likes teasing them, too.
"Had no problem getting hard this morning when you thought she was asking you to fuck her." They share matching grins, both men thinking back on how they had instantaneously popped stiffys as if they were in their teens again and discovering their very first porno mag. "Or maybe you just like the idea of me doing the fucking. I spoiled you too much, hm?"
Bundus goes to say something that would surely make a nun's ears bleed, and Bro chooses then to take his two lubed up fingers, the digits coated in a mix of his and Bundus's pre, and slides them into the older man's entrance. He grits his teeth, jaw working underneath his scruffy beard, and head tilts back to hang over the back of the couch as Bro works them in deeper. It's a snug fit for the fact that they haven't gone all the way in a while, the last one having been pressed into the mattress being Bro himself, and he goes slow to allow him to adjust.
"Lotta lip for someone that cums soon as I get halfway in." Bro adds another finger, watching the way Bundus's stomach moves in reaction to the addition. "And don't fix your mouth to make it like I'm the only one nippin' at her heels, you sonuva—won't you stop pussyfootin' and put your dick in already."
Bro's teeth sink into his bottom lip just as he sinks into Bundus. Despite all the times he'd found himself inside the older man, Bro moans like it's the first time he's ever felt him wrapped around his length.
The sound is muffled quickly, a rough hand snagging him by the back of his neck and jerking him down, and then a pair of chapped lips are mashing against his own. Their tongues meet, unhurried, a stark contrast to the way Bro fucks into him – the sound of their bodies meeting is loud: the slap of his balls with every snap of his hips, fat sacs clapping against the curve of Bundus's ass.
The hand on the back of his neck moves to instead grip at his ass, blunt fingers sinking into the giving flesh, and the action spurs Bro on more, muscled thighs tensed as he adheres to the silent demand. Every drive of his hips forces a grunt out of Bundus, his limp cock drooling, and Bro braces one hand on a brawny shoulder and the other on a soft, yet still firm, pec.
Their lips part as they suck in gasping breaths, spittle in their respective beards and goatees, and Bro's native language drips off his tongue as he gives deep, hard strokes – cock pulling out until only the sensitive tip remains, Bundus's rim holding on for dear life, and then stuffing himself right back in until he's pressing against that spot inside Bundus that makes his sun-kissed skin a feverish red.
Both men's words turn into nonsensical grunts and groans, eyes unfocused, and Bundus' head tips back once again, gaze straying to the open window and—
His lips crook into a smirk as your shocked gaze locks onto Bro who stands over him, brown strands of hair plastered to sweaty shoulders as he chases his orgasm. Bundus can feel his own coming, breath quickening and heart racing, and when a hand grips at his cock and tugs he's coming, weak spurts of cum dribbling over the back of Bro's fingers. He had loudly groaned when he came, prompting your attention to move to him, and his smirk turns into a full fledged grin as he shoots you a wink.
You jump out of your skin like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and Bundus is too amused by your reaction to give Bro shit for finishing inside of him. You fumble for the curtains at the sides of your window before snatching them shut, and now seemingly hip to the situation, Bro lets out a low laugh as he falls onto the couch beside him.
Soon enough both men are laughing, their voices reaching to where you're currently fielding off your boyfriend's questions about what your problem is while you try, and fail, to get the image of your two next door neighbors going at it out of your head.
lowkey thinking about tamsy who has a thing for bro’s wife but is so much creepier about it…im talking he HOVERS around her, sometimes watches her sleep and gets all weird and giddy when she turns over and he can see wet spots on her shirt, and suddenly always appears when she’s either pumping herself or groaning about how heavy her tummy is and that she’s upset bro isn’t around to hold it for her
and u already know he’s sliding in behind her, his hands cupping the under side of her belly and lifting it just enough to hold most of the weight to give a bit of relief and smiling all coy when she melts against him
“no need to apologize, darling. what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure bro’s wife is doted on while he’s away, hm?”
bro away on supervision for team child and tamsy dicks u down in bro’s bed because your hormones are out of whack & he doesnt even need a condom #bonus im sickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkek
oh he is, you're on your stomach in bed, going thru some magazines with a marker as you circle different styles you know he'd love to use as inspiration for his future project, pouting when you accidentally mess up the circle
as you are going through the magazines, the poor guy is literally huffing and groaning as he grinds and humps against your ass, spreading your asscheeks apart to rub himself between them. he's too fucked out by the feeling to make a joke about the hot dog in a bun, mouth open in constant pants
"s'okay, just make yourself feel good, puppy."
he's cumming immediately with a pathetic wail, cum spilling all over your ass and back...just from that nickname. he's sooooo fucked, poor thing
