àżàŸ always listening to .. Blood Orange âą Clario âą Faye Webster âą Harry Styles Jeff Buckley âą Lana Del Rey âą Lizzy Mcalpine âą Malcom Todd âą SZA.
àżàŸ always watching .. Anora âą Bones and All âą Challengers âą Cruel Intentions âą Dune âą Little Women âą Luca âą Mysterious Skin âą Waves âą West Side Story.
àżàŸ always fawning over .. Art Donaldson âąÂ  Dodge Mason âąÂ  Johnny Storm âąÂ  Lee âąÂ Maren âą Patrick Zweig âą Paul Atreides âąÂ  Roman Godfrey âą Tashi Duncan.
nooothing, just thinking about ben finding you like a little stray kitten. off the side of the road, a runaway from some trailer park. your dress all beat and dusty, your makeup smudged by your tears. your hair is stuck to your face with wind and sweat. and he's been driving on the road. it's not like he knows this world well either, but he knows the world, and he knows more than you. ben taking you in like a little stray, and he places a big hand on your head, stroking your soft hair.
"going anywhere?" he'd ask, his voice all rough and deep and enough to make your stomach bubble with butterflies that you've never had before, your cross burn against the skin of your chest. and you'd just shake your head, his smile leading you into the car, telling you "good girls get to sit at the front, and pick the music." and well. pastor richard always said you were a good girl , why not now ?
i tried to go to ur c.ai acc and for some reason it says it doesnât exist??? dk if itâs a me problem but like did u delete ur acc or got banned orrr??? cuz i love ur bots sm its a pity to see ur acc like this đđđ
hey so iâm only going to address this here and iâm not going to do so again. read if you want to, or donât. âŹïž
TLDR: i deleted my accountâ just like i said i would. itâs gone, and itâs not coming back. using generative AI is not worth the overconsumption of our drinking water and the deterioration of the environment, not to mention the psychological impact it is having on people.
this is a jar of drinking water found near a meta data center site being built in morgan county, georgia. DRINKING WATER. residents there have not had access to clean water since construction on the center began; they are experiencing reduced water pressure, they rely on bottled water to drink/cook/clean/etc., and their water bills are expected to raise about 33%. there are many more cities that are experiencing similar issues with their water along with increased electricity bills, noise pollution, etc.
AI systems were also estimated to have consumed around 765 billion liters of water last year, which is greater than the total global consumption of bottled water in that same year. that is water we no longer have all because of AI systems. allegedly, asking chatgpt 10-50 questions uses about the same amount of water as a 16 oz water bottleâ but thatâs not even verified because these companies are not transparent with the EPA or anyone else about how their products are impacting the environment.
all these companies are forcing AI down our throats so they can profit off of the labor and jobs they no longer want to pay for. google search now relies solely on AI to bring up search resultsâ and not all of it is particularly accurate nor relevant. not to mention, c.ai and other sites want personal data to verify ages because CHILDREN are being harmed by using them and they donât want to be liable for that. they do not need your ID. do not give them your ID.
nothing is worth you chatting with a bot or generating a 90s version of you made up of stolen art or having it write an three-sentence email because you canât be bothered to respond to someone through your own words.
iâm not trying to be rude or mean here, but thereâs genuinely no reason to be supporting these kinds of things with the information we have now and continue to receive each week. we have an obligation not only to ourselves, but also the environment to protect one another and our natural resources before they are gone for good. if you want a future for yourself and for those who come after us, we all have to do our part.
I keep seeing ppl complain the challengers fandom is dead like itâs not because writers r put off by the lack of interaction when they actually do post lmao
truth nuke... i'm not the most active here rn but i do see people under the tag max out at like 30 likes n you cannot complain about a fandom dying without supporting new writers !!!! clinging to older accounts won't keep things alive. branch out i beg
warnings: choking, creampie, ..ear eating?, brief mention of tummy bulging, breeding kink if you squint⊠otherwise very tame soldier boy.
wc: 1k
note: happy tape 2! iâm happy you guys liked tape 1!!! thank you for 7 followers!! iâm so grateful :3
These are decorated pink for a very special reason.
The first image in view of the camera when the DVD turns on is your reddened face. Youâre somewhat buried beneath the pillows while simultaneously above them like a fish out of water. Benâs arm, thick and bulging, wraps around your neck until itâs lodged right in the crook of his arm.
Heâs got you fully beneath him in doggy, the soft slapping of his balls against your clit filling most of the audio besides your choked out moans and every dirty little word that comes out of his mouth.
To him, this is vanilla.
Itâs enough to inhibit you from crawling out beneath him, but not extreme enough to be considered more.
Youâre barely breathing, eyes droopy and snot dribbling out your nose. Benâs face is buried in your messy hair, the sharp, thick hairs of his beard scratching at your scalp uncomfortably. Heâs more than just balls deep. When the camera pans down between your legs and his, itâs a perfect show of the soft bump in your stomach as if you were carrying his child. Itâs slow, long strokes pushing deep inside and threatening to tear open your cervix. Itâs not unusual, but the way heâs going about it is.
Most of the words are inaudible, going in one ear and out the other. When the camera comes back to your faces it looks like youâve fallen asleep. Your breaths are short and labored, quiet moans slip out to any particularly hard thrust of his hips. His arm flexes around your neck in a manner that forces your eyes open and back shut like a robot.
Ben is just as blissed out even if itâs not being captured. Heâs groaning lowly into your ear, biting at the cartilage and nipping the lobe. He kisses at your ear and licks it, soon dipping his tongue into the canal and circling his tongue inside. You gasp and make a face, toes curling uncomfortably at the sudden wetness invading your space. You can hear every sloshing of his tongue and soft moan that gets pulled out of his throat.
âWouldnât trade this pussy for the damn world.â He grunts, sinking his teeth into your cheek. A soft bleat of pain leaves you, but it doesnât stop the harshness of his teeth sinking into the fatty skin. For just a moment his thrusts stop. He keeps himself all the way inside not pulling out one bit.
He drops you from his arm, watching you writhe and gasp like a child drinking a glass of water as air fills your lungs. A soft cry trickles out of you, heavy breaths barely buried by the silk pillowsâtheyâre dark green and cream just like his suit.
Ben doesnât let you off the hook. He sits up straight, large muscles popping out as he slams into you roughly. A smile curves his lips upwards when you curdle a moan.
âOh yeah, there she goes.â He presses his palm over your temple, forcing your face deeper into the plush fabrics. âGet it in her face. When I look back at this I better see her stupid, snotty little pout.â He pushes some hair out of your face as the lens tilts over, the camera man getting a perfect angle of your fucked out face.
Ben tilts his head back as he fucks you just a little rougher and just a little deeper. His fingers begin instinctively curling into your skin, a pressure so harsh you feel like he might crush your skull.
âJust lay there and take it.â He groans, leaning forward into you. His hips pick up the pace as his own orgasm approaches. There isnât much more to the clip than his hunched over body and the bone-breaking arch in your back from how much force heâs utilizing to get himself off. âFuckinâ sex toy. Look at her. Just the most idiotic little thing when sheâs getting dicked down.â
You nod your head somewhat, giggling softly at his usage of words. Itâs so.. 2020. Similar to the lingo youâve taught him over the past year. Itâs almost amusing to hear it in this moment.
He doesnât get mad at your laugh. Doesnât force you to shut up like usual. He just brings his hand down and covers your mouth with an almost equally soft laugh that comes from the deepest part of his chest. âYeah? Thatâs funny, huh?â He exhales. He snaps his hips forward roughly, his fiery red tip kissing at your inner opening. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.
At the same time he thrusts again your walls squeeze him tightly. He can feel his balls shrivel up into themselves and throb at how harshly his orgasm is about to hit.
âReady, sweetheart?â Itâs less of an ask and more of a warning. You hum delightfully either way.
He removes his hand from your face, sliding his arms around your waist and rutting into you in the same way a dog humps a stuffed animal. He kisses at your back, forehead pressing into your spine as he chases his own orgasm. The feeling of his deliciously fat cock stretching you out sends little waves of ecstasy through your body and into your clit. That, combined with the occasional slap of his balls, forces your climax closer and closer.
âGonna put a goddamn litter into you,â His voice is muffled from how heâs pushing his face into your back, but you can feel his words inside you like they mean something real. Itâs all just a game to him, though. There will be no babies. There are never any babies.
His final push is the most powerful. It ripples through your body and the bed like a hurricane. It spurs your body over the edge and out, muscles trembling as you release every sweet little drop of cum.
Benâs cum floods inside you to the point itâs threatening to spill. The camera man knows what to do by now. He brings it closer, zooming in on how he slowly pulls his softening cock out and cum begins to leak out like a faucet.
âLooks good, right?â He scoffs, lifting his head from your back and grinning proudly. He even puffs out his chest. Itâs a silent âyeah, I did thatâ.
Daddy wants more stalker reader..with soldier boy ..smut grhhhh grhhharfar
oh we ALL do.
stalker reader who hides under the big table during meetings with your head between his legs, rubbing your face against his bulge and smelling his musk.. god.
he makes it a point to demean you beforehand.
âi mean, you like sneaking up on me so goddamn much whatâs the difference now?â he muses. you shrink into yourself, rubbing the inner skin of your wrist. âi donât need people finding out.. itâs not.. i could lose my job, yâknow?â
he laughs at that. you? worried losing your job now? hilarious.
âiâm not gonna let you get fired, sweets. yâjust gotta sit there all pretty for the next few hours. nothing too scandalous.â stupidly you trust his words.
honestly, he was right though. it was just sitting there with your face between his legs. you can smell his manliness through the thick fabric of his crotch. your mouth waters every now and then and you need to yourself to swallow it. sometimes his hand will come under and pet your head as if youâre some kind of lapdog. you love it.
you make a point of digging your face deep into it and inhaling the smell. youâre too antsy to keep still anymore. itâs lighting a fire inside your stomach you canât get rid of for shit.
your hands snake between your legs as you inhale again, brushing under your knee-length skirt and wiggling it up while you fumble to find the edge of your panties. youâre fucking soaked.
itâs hard to hold back any kind of noise, your fingertips brushing against your clit while his strong scent fills your nostrils. your mouth opens but doesnât make a sound, a silent moan of ecstasy more from the sensation above than below.
youâre honestly way closer than you thought youâd be by now. itâs like he knows that youâre jerking yourself off under him, his cock rising and hardening beneath layers you so desperately want to tear through. you rub your cheek against the length slowly, savoring this moment. your ring finger circles around your sensitive little bud as your others work to spread yourself open. you kiss at his cock, baring your teeth while you struggle to hold in another moan.
benâs hand comes down to hold your head, pressing it against his hard-on. you can feel fireworks behind your eyes, an orgasm ready to release.
your mouth wraps around his length, sucking in the oils and dirt thatâve collected since he put it on like a baby does to its favorite blanket. when he brushes his thumb near your eyebrow, thatâs what does it.
your hips tense and relax in increments, your climax washing out of your muscles, your mouth still suckling on the army green suit.
i think i got like 2 asks about this so im finally doing it.. hehâŠ
just to preface, soldier boy is absurdly possessive over these tapes. he has them all dated on DVDs and lined up on a shelf. you like decorating the plastic cases based off of categories. pink for pretty vanilla tapes (which arenât vanilla at all), red for anything involving impact play, yellow for bodily fluids, blue for if he made you cry significantly or any kind of cnc, and white for deep throating videos.
his absolute favorite video is decorated especially as such. itâs not even on the shelf. itâs locked away in his safe.
he genuinely spent so much time getting that video set up it was ridiculous. he never puts in effort for much, but these videos are his pride and joy (aside from you of course). he went through 3 videographers because the first two didnât know how to capture the essence of what he wanted.
despite all the effort, it was a relatively simple video.
itâs a close up shot of him fucking you. your faces arenât even in it, but the entire 34 minutes and 52 seconds are your legs spread wide open with his hands as his cock bulges in and out of your cunt with every slow stroke. you vividly remember how close the camera was to your body, how youâd never felt more exposed than to do this exact scenario three times in the same day. by this point you were totally goneâa little high, a little fucked out, and very tired.
âyou better get every goddamn angle.â ben growled, glaring daggers at the dude. âiâll do this shit all day until one of you wimps can get it right.â his hand comes down on your clit hard, the impact forcing your body rigidly upright. you choke out a sob of pain, legs begging to close but his grip wouldnât allow it.
âperfect pussyâs taking every fucking inch.â he pulls himself out most of the way, the pink of his tip just barely exposed before he rams it all the way in. the camera shakes slightly from the sheer amount of force applied. you canât say anything, can barely think about how full you are because the moment you open your mouth heâs fucking you stupid again. his balls are just barely slapping your clit, every harsh thrust makes your body recoil into itself with tenderness.
âgonna fucking cum, baby.â he groans. âbring the stupid camera closer. when i pull out my dick better hit the lens.â and so it did. the last 2 minutes of the video is his balls tightening in perfect view as he fills you up, his hand grabbing at his base and pulling out to show off how much cum is leaking out. the lens becomes slightly blurry from how his cock genuinely did hit the glass, the mixture of fluids staining it.
summary ïč Dean loves to tease you but when you ask him to teach you car basics, he can't help but agree. It's a soft, patient lesson that brings the both of you closer. And between greasy hands, and quiet praise, something seems to bloom between you two. Easy and warm.
cw ïč fluff!!! slice of life / domestic-adjacent. slow burn. teaching&mentor dynamic. friends to something more. subtle mutual pining. praise / encouragements. petname (sweetheart / sweet thing). soft teasing&banter. gentle, grounded intimacy. mid-car knowledge (sorry lol).
reblog is a creatorâs best-friend, thank you!!
The first time you decide you want to learn how to fix your car, itâs not because anything is wrong, no, itâs because Dean had laughed at you.
Not in a mean way (never mean) but in that warm, disbelieving way he has; head tipping back, shoulders shaking just a little as he leans against the hood of someone elseâs car and looks at you like youâve just said the most ridiculous, endearing thing heâs heard all day. Youâd been sitting on the edge of his workbench, swinging your legs slightly, watching him work like you always do, asking questions that only half make sense even to you.
Something about the spinny thing in the engine (youâd meant the fan, apparently) and heâd just stared at you for a second before breaking into that laugh.
âSweetheart,â heâd said, wiping his hands on a rag, still grinning, âyou've got no idea what youâre talkinâ about, do you?â You hadnât even tried to deny it because he was right about that, obviously.
And thatâs how you end up here: standing in the middle of the garage again a few days later, a little more determined than usual, arms crossed like youâre trying to convince both him and yourself that youâre serious this time. âI wanna learn,â you say, like itâs a declaration of war. Dean, whoâs halfway through tightening something under a lifted truck, pauses just long enough to glance over at you, eyebrow raised.Â
Thereâs a smear of grease along his cheekbone, another across his collarbone where his shirt dips low, and the sleeves of his flannel are pushed up past his elbows, exposing strong forearms marked with faint old scars and fresh streaks of oil. âLearn what?â he asks, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.
You hesitate, suddenly aware of how vague that sounds. âCar stuff,â you settle on, shrugging. He stares at you, for a second, with fondness in his eyes. Then he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he steps back from the truck, grabbing a rag and dragging it over his hands. âCar stuff,â he repeats, amused. âThat narrows it down.â
âIâm serious!â you insist, straightening up. âI come here all the time and I just... watch you. I donât actually know anything.â
âThat hasnât stopped you from actinâ like you do,â he points out, but thereâs no bite to it. Just that familiar teasing edge thatâs been there since the beginning and a smile on his face youâd recognize everywhere.
Since the first time you wandered in with a question you couldnât properly explain, since the afternoons you started spending perched somewhere in the shop while he worked, since the quiet understanding that settled between you without either of you naming it. Youâre not just a customer, youâre not even just a friend, not entirely. You exist somewhere in the in-betweenâsomeone who brings him coffee sometimes, someone who listens to his music, someone he looks for without realizing it when the door opens.
You roll your eyes, but thereâs a smile tugging at your mouth. âOkay, well, I want to actually know things now.â Dean studies you for a second longer, like heâs trying to figure out if youâll stick with it. Then, slowly, that grin returns.
âAlright,â he says, tossing the rag aside. âCâmere, sweet thing.â Your stomach flips a little at the petname, even though it shouldnât and you step closer anyway. He jerks his chin toward your car parked just outside the garage, sun catching along the windshield. âWeâre startinâ simple. Tire change.â
âOh,â you blink at him. âOkay.â
âOkay,â he echoes, already moving, expecting you to followâwhich you do, quick to fall into step beside him. Up close, your car suddenly looks a lot more complicated than it ever has before. Like it has a mind of its own and you mind to study it. Dean crouches beside the front tire, tapping it lightly. âFirst lesson,â he says, glancing up at you, âdonât panic.â
âIâm not panicking.â Your eyebrows furrow at his words. âYouâre about to.â Dean just replies to you like he knows you by heart now, and maybe he does.
âIâm notââ
âRelax,â he cuts in, softer this time, and thereâs something grounding in it. âItâs just a tire.â Just a tire, right. You nod, even though youâre not entirely convinced. Itâs just a tire to him, but to you? Itâs a new experience that youâre not sure about.
He reaches for the tools, laying them out one by one with practiced ease, explaining each thing as he goes; not rushing, not overwhelming you, just⊠steady. Thereâs patience in the way he talks, in the way he checks that youâre following, even when your answers are a little too quick, a little too uncertain. âYou ever used one of these?â he asks, holding up the wrench.
You take it carefully. âIâve seen one?â He snorts at you, softly and almost teasing in the way he knows most. âThatâs a no, then.â
âHey, Iâm learning.â
âYeah,â he mutters, but thereâs a hint of a smile there. He shifts closer, guiding you into position, and suddenly heâs right there; shoulder brushing yours, one hand adjusting the way youâre holding the tool, the other steadying you when you lean too far forward. âLike this,â he says, voice lower now, focused. âYou gotta put some weight into it, sweetheart. Donât be afraid of it.â
You nod, even though your brain is only half paying attention to the instructions and more about the closeness of his body and how you can smell the oil, the gasoline, the perfume on his skin.
âOkay,â you say, trying anyway and you push but nothing happens. You frown at that. âItâs not working.â Dean exhales a quiet laugh again, not unkind. âYouâre not actually tryinâ.â
âI amââ
âHere,â he interrupts, stepping in closer behind you this time, his hand closing over yours on the wrench. His grip is firm, warm despite the grease, guiding your movement with easy confidence. âNow, push.â And you do when he tells you to. The bolt loosens with a sharp, satisfying shift. Your eyes widen when it works with his help. âOh!â
âYeah,â he murmurs, and you can hear the smile in his voice even if youâre not looking at him. âThere you go.â For a second, neither of you moves then he steps back, clearing his throat slightly. âKeep goinâ. Youâre also capable without me, I know it.â
And you do. Itâs messy and you struggle a bit, you ask questions that make him pause like heâs deciding whether to laugh or answer seriouslyâand he always answers, even if thereâs a grin tugging at his mouth. At one point, you drop the wrench with a loud clatter and freeze like youâve just broken something important. Dean just looks at you.
His voice echoes in the quiet space between the two of you. âYou done fightinâ it, or you want a rematch?â You stare at him for a second, almost smiling at his words. âIt started it.â That earns you a real laugh, loud and easy, echoing across the lot. âUnbelievable,â he says, shaking his head but thereâs something softer underneath it, something fond.
By the time you finish, your hands are filthy, your arms ache, and youâre pretty sure you did at least one step wrong but the tire is changed, which was the whole point of it all. You stare at it like it might disappear if you look away, proud of yourself for learning something new today.
âI did that,â you say, a little stunned. Dean leans back against the car, arms crossing over his chest, watching you with an expression you donât see very often: something quieter, something almost proud. âYeah,â he says. âYou did. I mean⊠I knew you could, so thatâs not a surprise to me.â Your chest warms in a way you donât quite know what to do with.
You glance at him, suddenly a little self-conscious. âWell⊠I did it with help.â
âMeh, I just taught you. You were good.â Thereâs a pause after those words and your thoughts run wild inside your brain. Then, because you canât help yourself: âCan I learn something else?â He raises an eyebrow. âYou sure youâre not tapped out already?â
âIâm not tapped out.â
âYou look tapped out.â
âIâm notââ you start, then stop, because heâs smiling at you like he knows exactly how this is going to go. Like he knows how you feel and like he reads you like an open book. (You swear he can, sometimes). ââŠOkay, maybe a little,â you admit. He huffs a laugh, pushing off the car. âCâmon, sweetheart. Let me teach you one more little thing.â
Back inside, the garage feels different now; not as intimidating, not as overwhelming. You follow him closer this time toward a car, standing at his side instead of hovering at a distance, leaning in when he points something out instead of just nodding like you understand. âThis is where the oil drains,â he explains again.
You nod immediately. âRight, obviously.â He glances up at you when you say that, fondness on his expression and just the right amount of amusement. âYou donât know what that means.â Dean says, before hearing you reply to it. âNot even a little,â you admit. He laughs again, soft this time again, shaking his head like he doesnât know what to do with you. âYouâre somethinâ else, sweet thing.â
âIâm trying,â you say, quieter now. âI know,â he replies, just as quietly.
And thatâthat lands differently, especially coming from him. He isnât heard giving compliments or praise often, that guy.
He shows you how to drain the oil anyway: talks you through it, lets you try, corrects you gently when you mess up. Thereâs no impatience, no frustration: just steady guidance, like heâs got all the time in the world for you. Somewhere along the way, you stop feeling embarrassed. You start laughing more, asking more, getting things wrong without immediately apologizing for it.
And Dean, well Dean just stays right there, in his element, patient and warm and a little teasing, like teaching you is the most natural thing in the world. By the time youâre done, the sun is lower, the garage quieter, and youâre leaning against the workbench again, hands still dirty with grease, head full of things you only half understand.
âThanks,â you say after a moment. He looks up from where heâs cleaning his tools. âFor what?â
âFor not giving up on me.â He snorts softly, tossing the rag aside. âDidnât even cross my mind once.â You smile, small and genuine at his words, eyes focusing on him. Thereâs a pause between the two of you, but then: âYou gonna come back and learn more, or was this a one-time thing?â He ends up asking you.
âIâll come back.â Something in his expression softens, just a little when he hears that coming from your mouth and he nods his head, a mindless pout on his face like he's thinking about it more and more.
âThatâs good,â he says and itâs simple, easy but it holds some weight in the way he says it, like there's more about the words, more about the thought, more about the both of you. It's sweet, honey dripping down tongues, a secret language you're trying to learn with him around.
It feels like the start of something thatâs going to stick.
The bed creaks under the weight of your body currently riding Hughieâs, your movements furious and fast as you bounce up and down onto his cock, creaming it all the way down to the base. A creamy ring circles around his length, a telltale of the multiple orgasms you had been giving yourself, working your pussy on his shaft while all Hughie can do is whine under you.
His hands are gripping the fat of your thighs, sometimes travelling to the plump of your ass and spreading your cheeks apart to drive his cock deeper inside your pussy; only when you let him thrust up, ending his suffering as he begs for more. âFuckâPlease, God, Iââ You almost feel bad for the poor guy; his face red and sweating as your ride him. Your hands grip onto the headboard, making it slam against the wall. You could care about the noise, about the fact that everyone knew what you were doing.
Your ass dropping down onto Hughieâs thighs creates loud skin-slapping noises echoing into the room, mixing with both your whines and moans, curses and praising. âYou feel so good, fuck, please.â Those, obviously, come from Hughieâs mouth.
His fingers tightened their grip onto your ass, slamming you back down onto his fat cock as you bounced onto him. Your puffy folds clenched around his shaft, as if to try and milk him dry. Sticky noises and squelching were created by your very wet pussy, juices smearing around your pussy and to your inner-thighs.Â
One of your hands moved to Hughieâs mouth to cover it, your words jumbled as you tried to speak up. âShut upâYou⊠You want Butcher to come see whatâs happening here?â Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, the bulbous tip of his cock rubbing against your velvety walls, stretching them until his shaft was all the way buried inside your pussy. You gasped as Hughie shook his head, his own eyebrows furrowing and you took your hand away. âNo, fuck⊠I donât! Unless you want to?â He asked, his expression suddenly serious like he was thinking about it.
You groaned at him, sitting onto his cock and letting the bulbous tip kiss at your cervix gently; his girth stretching the gummy walls of your pussy. Juices leaked from your sloppy hole, coating his balls that were sticking to your ass. You clenched your walls and he gasped, head hitting the headboard. âAre you seriously asking me that? God, Hughie. Fuck, no, I donât.â You replied, looking down at him as he lifted his eyes up to you.Â
He didnât have time to speak another word as you started to grind onto him, rubbing your soaked pussy down against his bush; sensitive clit scratched by his pubic hair. You rolled your hips slowly, gasping at the feeling of his shaft inside your clenched pussyâthe way his member filled you up, how his pre-cum mixed with your juices, how his mushroom head kissed your velvety walls.
âYeah, just⊠like that, please. You feel so good, baby.â Hughie whined, licking his lips like he was trying to keep the focus on you.
His hands travelled from your ass to your waist, fingers gently caressing at the skin of your body; all the imperfections, all the perfections, everything. The tip of his digits sneaked to your breasts until he groped both into his palms. He squeezed your tits, rolled his thumbs against your nipples to stimulate them until they perked up. âThey are so pretty. You are so pretty, you know that, right?â He looked up at you all while squeezing your breasts in his palms, pinching your buds in between his digits, tugging on them as you gasped.
You rolled your hips with a faster pace then, nodding at the man under you. âYou tell me all the time, so yeah, I might have gathered that.â You joked, sighing at the sensation of his hands playing with your tits. Hughie chuckled, licking his lips before pushing himself up just to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped, arched your back and leaned toward him with a stronger grip onto the headboard.
He started to suck on your bud and only then, you bounced back onto his cock. Loud squelching noises echoed from your soaked pussy as you went up and down on him, more juices leaking from your hole with creamy white coating his length. The bed creaked once more until the weight of your actions.
The headboard slapped against the wall, making thud noises back to back. Hughie moaned around your tit, his tongue pushing onto your perked up bud, his saliva smearing around and dripping to your skin.
Your skin was sweaty from the previous orgasms you had, your muscles burning from so much effort as you kept riding your boyfriend. One of your hands slipped from the headboard just to finish in Hughieâs curls, tugging on them. He whined, his teeth grazing your skin before he pulled away, your nipple leaving his mouth in a loud wet pop noise. Both his hands went to your ass, speaking your asscheeks to bury his cock deeper when his hips thrusted up inside you.
Your juices leaked, making a mess down his length and to his balls; wet skin slapping noises echoed loudly in the room; your sloppy pussy lowering itself down his shaft like butter. âGod, god! Yeah, thatâs it, youâre doing so well!â He cried out, his head hitting the headboard once again as you kept bouncing up and down on him. A warmth coursed through your body at his praise, your pussy clenching around his cock to milk him dry; his balls slapping against your ass.Â
One of his hands moved between your legs just for his thumb to play with your slick clit; rubbing it in circles, hard and fast before soft and slow.
Your thighs shook around his hips, it became harder and harder to keep the pace with all the pleasure you felt. âYou want to come? Come on my cock again, please?â Hughie groaned, and your pussy clenched before a loud moan escaped you; your orgasm strong and violent. You cried out his name, your upper body folding itself against his chest.
Your velvety walls immediately squeezed his cock and Hughie gasped, thumb still rubbing your clit but his second hand helped your hips move up and down his cock still. âHughie, fuck!â You groaned and he thrusted up to help you, his cock rubbing inside your pussy which overstimulated you. âFuck, I knowâIâm close⊠Just a bit more.â He said, the tip of his bulbous head hitting the g-spot at the entrance of your pussy.
You gasped, tears forming at the corner of your eyes with the overstimulation and how good you felt at that moment. Hughieâs hips thrusted up, his cock burying itself inside you as your lips parted wide to gasp, drool at the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend thrusted once, twice and thrice before burying himself all the way inside you finally, his cock throbbing inside your warm cavern.
His hot, creamy white load filled you up to the brink, some of it leaking from your sloppy hole just to drip to his base and down to his balls. His cock twitched inside you, and your pussy pulsated in reply. âGod, that was⊠insane.â You heard Hughie say, his arms wrapping around your sweaty back to keep you on his chest.
You were both breathing loudly, minds fuzzy and thoughts in shambles for a second.
âMhmh, yeah, fucking insane.â You replied softly, feeling his semen slowly dripping out of you in globs, making a mess of his balls and onto the bedsheets. There was a silence in the room for a secondâonly broken by the loud breathing and little whines before Hughie spoke again.
âWere you serious about Butcher watching us? I mean, is that something youâd want? JustâIf thatâs what you wantâŠâ
You rolled your eyes, looking up at his face. âFeels like thatâs something youâd be into, weirdo.â
summary: when anakin gets denied the rank of master, he's overwrought with tension. no better way to deal with it than sneaking out to visit his favourite girl at his favourite brothel on the lower levels of coruscant.
warnings: smut 18+, face-sitting, mild sub!anakin, reader is a prostitute, brief comfort ending in f!receiving oral, anakin is a giver!! cathartic head-giving
notes: in honour of may the fourth! need to remake my taglist for specific fandoms so not tagging anyone here. not my usual audience so if this flops idc but anakin has been on my mind a lot recently (when is he not). anyways happy star wars day :)
"It's... it's a joke, is what it is. And he didn't stick up for me. Not once. What an excuse for a mentor if he's just going toâ"
You're not listening at this point. Head tilted, lips slick with red paint, body on display. It's a shame the sheer two-piece is going to waste on a Jedi rambling on about how betrayed he feels by the Order. It's also terribly hard to listen to said 'betrayal' when his robes and tunic have been shrugged off to leave him in just his pants, defined muscles rippling under the dim light of your private room.
Something about feeling too restricted. You'd laughed and said the removal of clothes was pretty typical in this establishment, but your attempts at levity proved futile. Fast forward to now...
"âAnd don't even get me started on Master Windu." (You weren't going to.) "How can he look me in the eyes and tell me that? Like I don't deserve it for all the work I've done for them. Risked my lives countless times. Saved millionsâno, dare I say billionsâand this is the thanks I get!"
Billions? You aren't so sure about that. You keep the comment to yourselfâmaybe he's right. You don't ask him for information; it's always willingly passed on. He could be the most decorated Jedi in the Order after this war and you would be none the wiser.
He paces back and forth restlessly, hands tightened into fits and jaw taut with tension. You'd almost be a little frightened if most of your visits from him didn't start with some sort of temper tantrum. All this just for you to soothe him into bed and make him forget.
"Ridiculous," he spits as you watch on plaintively. It's like spectating a meltdown, you can't help but think. You're surprised he hasn't thrown something yet. Destruction is always a symptom of his annoyance. You wonder briefly if his room back at the Temple is in disarray. "And then Obi-Wan has the audacity to ask me toâ"
You cross the room to reach him just in time to stop him from saying something he absolutely should not be telling a prostitute. You know half the Jedi Order's secrets by now from his visits. A hand rests upon his left arm, the one made of human flesh. Gentle, tentative, like you're trying not to scare off a frightened animal. He almost jerks it back, but his eyes soften when you speak.
"Ani," you croon gently. The nickname makes the tension in his shoulders ease. "Just come to bed. You're getting yourself all worked up."
He sighs. He knows you're right. But he's stubborn on a good day, and today is not one of those.
"You don't understand. They're treating me like I'm less than them just because the Chancellor recommended me. Like I haven't done everything to prove I'm more than just a Knight before he got involved."
"You aren't less than them just because they go around calling themselves Masters. A lot of men in here do that, you know. Makes them feel powerful. If it makes you feel better, I could call you that."
He rolls his eyes. Fond. Amused. "That doesn't really count."
"No, I suppose not," you smile. The kind with your eyes that crinkles softly. The kind that always makes him wonder whether you're actually being authentic. Sometimes he forgets you're human under all the sequins and smoke, when you strut around the room like you're one of the suns and everyone else is in orbit.
You seem like you genuinely want to put him at ease right now, even with all your playful little jabs. It makes him sigh, shoulders slumping as his hand finds your waist.
"You're good at this, you know," he murmurs.
"And you're good at being a Jedi hero," you counter, gently urging him back towards the bed. "But enough moping. I'm not wasting this outfit on you if you think your credits are going towards therapy."
He laughs as the back of his legs hit the bed, letting himself fall. He props himself up on his elbows to watch you trail a tantalising finger down your chest, through the valley of your breasts. It's enough to make any man's throat go dry. Especially a Jedi who's only form of action is the rare occasions he can sneak away to see you.
"No? What are they going towards, then?"
"Depends. Whaddya want tonight?" You ask playfully, tugging at the alarmingly thin strap between the two cups barely concealing your tits. His eyes are drawn to them, watching the way the fat spills out of the satin, the red material a stark contrast to your skin.
He swallows thickly.
"Eyes up here, big shot."
His blue eyes flick up to your own, a little sheepish. This is the part where he has you sprawl out beneath him for his perusal. But instead, he says:
"I just want to feel good at something. Make you feel good."
It surprises you a little, your hand faltering where it's been idly exploring your cleavage. You recover quickly enough that he doesn't comment on your blunder. "You always make me feel good."
"That's a practiced answer," he accuses.
"Practiced but true in your case."
"Fine. But I mean it. I could use the ego boost."
"Butâ"
"Who's the paying customer?" Anakin interjects.
"You aren't making me feel very good by smart-mouthing me, you know."
He ignores your faux-admonishment. "So you'll let me?"
It's not as if you're opposed to it. Not in the slightest. It's just surprising.
"I'd let you do anything. You know I would."
A shadow of a grin crosses his face, before his braced elbows fall and he lays down. Dark hair spread across your pillows, fanning out in messy curls against the satin.
"Ride my face."
He says it so earnestly you almost laugh. Sometimes you forget how young he is. Nothing like the old timers who come in here looking for a quick fuck with no regards for anything but their own dicks.
"Are you sure? We've never done that before."
"You're not the only girl I've been with," he counters. It's almost enough to make your chest twinge with jealousyâyou know he's seen other girls here. When you're busy, or before you became his favourite. You're a professional, though. Don't let it show.
"Okay," you relent. You can't help but be spiteful, though. Panties dragging agonisingly down your thighs while he watches through half-lidded eyes as the fabric inches lower, lower, lower...
Eventually they pool around your ankles, and you step out of them. The bra (a generous term for such a skimpy piece of fabric) follows as you move to straddle him.
"Higher," he says, hands finding your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his body. The contrast between cool metal and a warm palm on each leg makes you shudder.
You whack a hand gently. "Patient. Thought you wanted to be good?"
He bites back a groan, his hands stilling. They still rest on the plush flesh of your thighs, but he isn't tugging insistently at your limbs to get you where he wants you. You continue with your torturous pace, moving up his body. The slick of your cunt drags across his bare abs, and a sharp breath escapes him.
The friction is enough to have you sigh softly as you ease upwards. You take your time teasing his nipples until he's tensing underneath you, back arched up off the mattress and fingers curling into your skin.
"I didn't think this would make you so much of a tease," he says breathlessly.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Your eyelashes bat innocently at him. "This is what gets me off. You're being useful."
He gives you an unimpressed look for your faux-naĂŻf, but he keeps his mouth shut. You're so close that he doesn't want to goad you into holding back any longer. And he's rewarded for his patience when you give a little pat to his pecs, and finally move to hover over his face.
He looks like an undercity kid who's seen the surface for the first time. Eager blue eyes, mouth salivating at the sight of your dripping cunt above him. It's hard to find the restraint to not dive in and bury his nose in your folds. Just the smell almost has his eyes rolling back.
"Please," he murmurs. Breathy and whiny, like a young man begging for a drop of salvation, not the famed 'Hero with No Fear' breaking his Code to spend the night in a pleasure house. "C'mon. Just let me. Oh, please, I need itâ"
You sink down onto his mouth before he can finish his sentence. He moans into your heat, tongue flicking out to drink up whatever has already spilled from you. There's nothing tentative about itâit's like he's devoting everything into worshipping you with his mouth. Gone are the thoughts of his Master and the rest of the Council denying him. All he can comprehend is your sweet mewls as you sit atop his face.
His chin is soaked with the fluids of your pleasure, nose nudging your clit each time you roll your hips against his face. It's instinctive and you hardly mean to do it, but he grips your hips and guides you to grind against his eager mouth.
"Oh, Ani," you moan softly. "Just like that. Mhm."
It's enough encouragement for him to keep working. Dutifully strokes of his tongue, switching between nuzzling between your slick folds and sucking at your clit. Cheeks hollowed out and applying suction as you brace a hand against the headboard, the other nestled into his soft curls.
Your thighs tremble on each side of his head, toes curling into the sheets every time he flicks eagerly at the bud. Hips rocking upwards against the air in search of friction he physically cannot receive right now, cock hard and leaking in the confines of his pants. His erection is almost painful, but he wasnât lying when he said he wanted to be good for something.
"You'd do wonders in here, you know,â you manage through a groan. âIf you're looking to become aâ oh, fuckkkkâdifferent kind of master. Very skilled mouth."
His laugh vibrates against your dripping cunt. "Tempting, if I get to work in such close quarters with you."
"Mhm, maybe. Perhaps we could become a bit of a duo. They pay extra for that, you know. And the tips are great. You should reallyâ oh!"
His teeth graze against that sensitive spot that has your eyes rolling back. "I didn't come here for a new career. Just let me make you feel good, please?"
All you can manage is a hum of agreement with the way he's redoubled his efforts. Tongue flattened against the roll of your hips, obediently letting you use his wet mouth to chase your own pleasure. The feeling of your sopping cunt grinding against his face chases anything but you from his mind.
The pleasure grows almost blinding. "Fuck, close," you gasp out, tugging lightly on his hair.
It earns a pleased moan into your heat. "Please. Wanna feel it," he mumbles, a rumble into you in between licks of his tongue. He doesn't think he's ever tasted anything sweeter.
A few more carefully placed laps and your thighs tense. One of your hands moves to cup your breast as you ride through your orgasm, release spilling over his awaiting mouth. He welcomes it all eagerly, working you through it as his name falls off your tongue again and again.
When you roll off of him, you're both short of breath. Neither of you bother to wipe the smear of your slick off his chin as you sink down next to him. One glance to the chronometer on the wall tells you he's spent most of his time worshipping your pussy rather than chasing his own pleasure. Another glance, this time to him, makes it very clear he isn't bothered by that in the slightest.
Oh, well. You still have a few more minutes for him to smother you in affection unbefitting of two people from your stations in life.
Itâs quiet after that. Light, fleeting touches as you catch your breaths.
Aftercare with him is the best part, you think. When all the tension is released and he's all lazy, boyish smiles as he runs his hands absently up and down your bare arm. Soft kisses placed to your shoulders, an apologetic brush of his lips against any splotchy bruises left by the men and women before him. Most patrons are always right out the door, but Anakin...
Well, he likes to check in. Make sure you're okay. Have a bit of banter.
"Was I too much? Was that alright?"
You smile. A silly question, given you were calling most of the shots when you were actually on top of him. You answer anyways.
"No. No, you were perfect," you tell him softly, pushing a sweaty brown curl off of his forehead.
His brow pinches like he doesn't believe you. Not about the too much part. The perfect part. "But Iâ"
"Ani," you cut him off. The nickname makes him melt back into the sheets. More docile, relaxed. "You are perfect. Those Jedis all have sticks up their asses if they can't see you deserve to sit around their silly little table, or whatever it is they do up in their fancy pants Council Room."
He sighs. A beat of silence.
"... Lightsabers," he corrects.
You blink stupidly. "What?"
"They have lightsabers stuck up their asses."
There's the Anakin you know. You snort softly, bracing your forearm on top of his chest to peer down at him. "I'm pretty sure that'd burn them inside out."
"Maybe they deserve it," he fires back. Something about the way he says it makes you think he's not entirely joking. But you laugh anyways, head shaking softly.
"Maybe they do," you agree, ducking down to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Anyways, you best get going. I have to clean up before the next one comes in."
"Do I have to?" He groans. "Just cancel. Tell them you're sick."
"She's a regular. Unfortunately, you have to go face reality." You sit up, patting his chest. "Go be a big, brave Jedi for me, yeah?"
Anakin rolls his eyes, but he obliges reluctantly, even if he makes a big show of sighing loudly and dragging himself sluggishly out of the soiled sheets in search of his discarded robes.
If tonight has shown you one thing, it's that he probably shouldn't be a Jedi Master after all the rules he's broken in one evening alone. But you don't tell him that. You make your coin out of sleeping with sleazebags from all over the Galaxy in the Coruscant Underworld, after all.
have u ever thought abt like, patrick overstimminf reader w/ a wand or vibratorr ????
well yes of course <3
sitting between his legs with both of those muscular thighs bracketing your own, an arm wrapped around your middle to keep you from squirming too far. he's already fucked you open with his fingers until you gushed all over his sheets, and that's before his favourite part comes. some of the men you've been with have refused using toys but it doesn't seem to be a blow to patrick's ego. if anything, he relishes in it. he's always been a selfish lover, but that doesn't necessarily mean his own pleasure comes first. the idea of you cumming so much your brain is incapable of forming a coherent thought is extremely appealing to him.
the sound of your mewls and soft cries heard only above the whirr of the wand in his hand have him throbbing in his shorts. "so sensitive," he croons teasingly in your ear, tsking softly at the way you try to writhe away, thighs clenched together to avoid the relentless pleasure the toy brings. the hand on your stomach slides down between your legs to cup your cunt, keeping you open, fingers spreading slick folds so he can press the vibrating toy right against your sensitive bud.
"shit, look at you. just soaking the place. still think you can take my cock after?"
the answer should be no, but you nod anyway, back arching against him when the wand forces another earth-shattering orgasm from your sensitive body.
patrick thinks he can get at least two more from you tonight.
summary ïč a quiet moment in the impala turns into something softer and deeper, where dean guides you gently through new feelings, balancing desire with care and trust. tucked away from the world, the intimacy grows slow and steadyârooted in reassurance, sweetness, and the kind of love that feels like home.
cw ïč ( +18 ) fluff & soft suggestive (non-explicit). fem!reader x s1!dean. impala setting. established relationship. dean being in love!!! emotional intimacy. gentle praise. petnames (sweetheart, pretty girl & baby). lap sitting. light grinding / clothed intimacy (non-explicit). aftercare / softness.
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The Impala idles low and steady beneath you, that familiar rumble vibrating softly through the seats, through your legs, through the quiet space you and Dean have carved out in the dark while Sam disappears into yet another late-night research spiral.Â
The library lights glow dimly across the street, casting long shadows over the windshield, and inside the car it feels warmer, smallerâlike something tucked away from the rest of the world. Youâre curled up closer to Dean than the seat really allows, one of his flannels hanging off your shoulders; contrasting with the lighter colors of your clothing and softness of your appearance. Your knees are angled toward him, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of his sleeve like youâve done a hundred times before.Â
This isnât new, not anymore. Being close to him like this, fitting into his space, letting your body lean into his without thinking: itâs something thatâs settled into you, something that feels as natural as breathing.
Dean watches you the way he always does when you get like this; quiet, soft, a little lost in your own head.
His elbow rests against the window, the fingers of his other hand are brushing slowly along your thigh, not quite teasing, not quite absent either. Just there, present and grounding like he always is with you. âYouâre gonna wear a hole in that sleeve, yâknow,â he murmurs, voice low and rough in the quiet, eyes flicking down to where your fingers keep twisting the fabric.
You blink, like youâve just come back to yourself, gaze lifting to his sparkling hazel eyes. âSorry,â you say automatically, soft and sweet like always, your hands stilling for a second before you loosen your grip. âI didnât even realize.â
Dean huffs a quiet breath, something fond tugging at the corner of his mouth; sweet like whipped cream. âHey,â he says, shifting just enough so his hand slides over yours, stilling it properly this time. His thumb presses lightly against your knuckles, grounding, warm. âDidnât say you had to stop, sweetheart.â His voice softens at the end, like it always does with you, like something in him instinctively smooths out the edges when heâs talking to you. Heâs all circle, square gone.
You relax immediately at that, your shoulders dropping just a little, your hand settling back into the sleeveâonly now your fingers brush against his wrist too, like youâre anchoring yourself there. âOkay,â you murmur, barely louder than a breath, and Dean feels it; how easily you settle when he gives you something steady to hold onto. It does something to him, something quiet and deep that he doesnât really have a name for.
The silence stretches for a moment, not uncomfortable, just⊠thick. Heavy in a way that feels familiar between you now. His hand drifts again, slow, deliberate, fingertips tracing the curve of your thigh through the soft fabric of your clothes. Even now, even with everything thatâs grown between you, Deanâs learned the way you respond best: slow, steady, giving you time to feel every second of it.
You shift slightly at the touch, your breath catching just a little, and his eyes flick to your face immediately, watching for any sign that you donât want it. But you donât pull away, you never really do and instead, your body leans closer, your knee nudging against his thigh, your fingers tightening faintly in his sleeve. âHey,â he murmurs again, softer now, his hand stilling for a second. âYou good, baby?â
You nod, eyes dropping to where his hand rests, your voice quiet but certain. âYeah⊠Iâm good.â Thereâs a beat, and then, quieterâalmost shyââI like it.â And that does something to him, the way your voice whispers, the way you try to hide your face away from his soft glaze.
Dean exhales slowly through his nose, his gaze sharpening just a fraction as his thumb starts moving again, a little more intentional this time but still so gently. âYeah?â he mutters, leaning just slightly closer, his shoulder brushing yours, his presence suddenly more noticeable, more solid. âYou like when I touch you like this, huh?â His tone is like sugar, honey and everything sweet; he doesnât try to tease, doesnât try to mock. Thereâs a genuineness in his words.
You swallow, your head dipping a little, but you nod again, softer this time too, your voice barely there. âMhm.â
God.
Thereâs something about the way you say it (so sweet, so honest) that makes his jaw tighten just slightly, and his heart skips a beat inside the cavern of his chest. He loves you so much; even though you know that already. Dean could give you the world, right here and right now. Snatch the moon off of the sky, make it into a necklace for you to wear.
âCâmere,â he murmurs, shifting his hand from your thigh to your waist, guiding you without force, just pressure, just enough that you follow. You always follow. You move easily into his space, letting him pull you closer until youâre straddling his lap, your legs on each side of his own and your hands instinctively finding his shoulders to steady yourself. Itâs a bit uncomfortable due to the crampy space, but you both make it work.
âDeanââ you start softly, a little breathless, but he cuts you off gently, his hand sliding up your back, warm and firm. You can almost feel the warmth of his skin through the layer of clothes you have on. âRelax,â he murmurs, his voice dropping, softer but heavier somehow. âYouâre alright. I got you, sweetheart.â
The words settle into you instantly, your body softening under his hands, your grip on his shoulders loosening just slightly as you lean into him. You trust him and thatâs the thing Dean keeps circling back to, even now: you trust him so easily, so completely, like itâs the most natural thing in the world. From up close, a sniff of his nose is enough for his brain to catch up on the smell of strawberry; the sweet-sugary smell of your favorite perfume.
His hand moves slowly along your side, then back down again, deliberate, giving you time to feel every inch of it. Your breath stutters again, quieter this time, and you hide your face for a second against his shoulder, shy in that way that never quite goes away.
âHey,â he murmurs, his fingers brushing gently along your jaw, coaxing your face back up. âDonât hide from me now, baby.â You hesitate, then lift your head again, your expression soft with your eyes flicking between his beautiful hazel ones. âIâm not hiding,â you whisper, even though you kind of were. Dean huffs a quiet, amused breath, his thumb brushing just under your bottom lip, not quite touching, just close enough to make you notice. âYeah, you are,â he says, not unkindly, his voice low. âBut itâs cute, donât worry.â
Your cheeks feel warmer at that, and you duck your head slightly again, but you donât pull away. If anything, you lean closer, your chest brushing his, your fingers curling a little tighter into his shirt to make sure he wonât suddenly disappear into thin air. The thing is; youâre not used to being all over himâusually shyer with that type of interaction, but Dean brings something out of you that you canât deny. Itâs new and a bit scary, but beautiful at the same time.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, softer now, more approving than teasing. âStay right there.â His hand shifts again, slower, more certain now that he knows youâre with him, that youâre not going to pull away. And you donât. You stay exactly where he wants you, soft and pliant and warm in his lap, your breathing uneven, your body reacting in ways that still feel new enough to make you shy as your hips softly move against Deanâs.Â
âLook at you,â he mutters under his breath, almost like heâs talking to himself, his gaze dragging over your face, the way your lashes lower to almost rest against the top of your cheeks, the way your lips part just slightly, the way your pupils blow a bit. âAll sweet like this⊠Youâre so beautiful, sweetheart. My pretty girl.â You let out a small, breathy laugh, your forehead tipping forward until it brushes his. âDean,â you whisper, half a protest, half something else entirely.
âYeah?â he murmurs, his nose nudging lightly against yours, his voice quieter now, more focused on you. His eyes take the expression of your face as he gently angles your hips down again. You donât answer right away, you just look at him, soft and open in a way that makes something in his chest twist unexpectedly. And then, quieter stillââDonât stop.â
Dean exhales slowly, his hand tightening just a fraction where it rests against you, his forehead pressing briefly against yours before he leans in, kissing you: slow at first, deliberate, giving you time to follow, to meet him there. Your hands slide up to his shoulders, then into his hair, your body leaning fully into his now, soft and trusting and just a little needy in a way that makes his chest feel tight.
âCareful, pretty girl,â he murmurs against your lips, voice rougher now, but still soft like a cloud underneath it. âSamâs right across the street, he could come back anytime now.â
You let out a small, breathless sound that might be a laugh, might be something else, your face turning slightly into his neck for a second as if to hide once more. âHe wonât know, Dean,â you whisper, shy but honest, your fingers curling tighter in his shirt.
Dean stills for just a second at that, something flickering across his face; surprise, maybe, or something warmer, something sharper. âYeah?â he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at you properly, the apple of his cheeks a bit more rosy than before. You tend to do that to him. âYou sure about that, sweetheart?â
You nod, small but certain, your eyes soft but steady. âI just⊠want to be close to you.â
And thatâsoft, sweet, completely unguardedâhits him harder than anything else.
Dean lets out a quiet breath, his hand coming up to cup your face for a second, thumb brushing gently over your cheek, grounding himself as much as you. âYou got me,â he murmurs, softer now, something steadier settling into his voice again. âAlways got me, baby. Iâm not leaving any time soon.â
And then he pulls you back in, slower this time, more careful, like heâs balancing something fragile between his hands. His hand angles your hips once more, down against his own in the softest and gentlest way he knows how to. Not rushing, not pushingâjust letting you feel it, letting you stay soft even as you lean into something new, something that belongs just to the two of you.
The Impala hums quietly around you, the world outside distant and unimportant, and inside, itâs just you and him: warm, close, and learning each other in ways that feel a little dangerous and a lot like home.Â
The car is filled with the quietest of praise coming from Deanâs honey mouth, words that echo in your ears just to slide to your heart. You can feel the beat of his own heart against your chest, a telltale of the love he feels for you and he helps you on his lap, pressing kisses to the skin of your cheeks.
âI love you so much, sweetheart.â You can hear him say as you feel warmth coursing through your body, muscles gently twitching under his touch before he pulls you into a hug and you are left breathless for a second. Deanâs hand rests against your lower back, rubbing it slowly until your heart calms down. Only then, you pull your face away from his neck and look up at him.Â
âFeeling good, pretty girl?â He asks and you nod, smiling softly like only you know how to. It makes Dean feel all flustered to see you so happy, knowing you feel safe in his arms. He leans his face closer to yours, pressing a kiss to your lips; lingering but honey-like.
âWant to go find an open diner and get some milkshakes?â
i always see people talking about how tashi wants control but i think it's a disservice to her character to reduce her to power-hungry bitch. she yearns for love and companionship and validation like the rest of us.
to me, her relationship with control is more like a coping mechanism for emotional instability, and it's built around a much deeper need: to be chosen and to be seen. take the lunch scene with art when she snaps "what makes you think i want someone to be in love with me?" it comes off as defensive more than anything else. she's reacting to the implication that she's desirable in a way that reduces her to an object of competition between art and patrick. what's interesting is she actually does orchestrate dynamics where people orbit her, but the second that orbit gets named as "they're in love with you," she recoils. she wants closeness but struggles with the vulnerability that comes with being clearly wanted, because then she has something to lose. and explicitly after this scene, her story DOES revolve around her losing things (her career/future and patrick.)
and i always laugh at people who dumb down the plot to "patrick loves art, art loves tashi, tashi loves tennis" because it's so much more than that. BUT that doesn't mean tennis isn't crucial to her. for tashi, tennis is the one space where outcomes are legible. you train and you put in the work and then you win or lose. love, by contrast, is contingent. after her injury (which effectively removes her from the one domain she could fully control), she redirects that same need for structure into relationships, namely with art. managing his career, shaping his identity and even mediating his rivalry with patrick at new rochelle. she's manufacturing a situation where she can't be blindsided again.
but then you have patrick, which is where the point really lands. her attachment to him years later is unresolved. he represents something she can't fully domesticate or stabilise. he's unpredictable and more importantly he sees her outside of the polished, controlled persona she builds post-injury. clinging to him isn't about control but rather the opposite. she still deeply craves a form of love that doesn't feel conditional or transactional. the tragedy is that the strategies she uses to secure love are the very things that make genuine intimacy harder to access, such as her argument with patrick in her dorm room where he rejects her critiques and asks to talk about something other than tennis. or art seemingly being afraid of quitting tennis to avoid disappointing her. she has no issue with engineering proximity but mutual vulnerability is where she ultimately falls flat.
that's why the final match is so important. it hinges on whether or not patrick will actually follow through in the way she anticipates. that uncertainty is key to her character development. patrick has always been the variable she can't lock down, and if he shows up the way she hopes, it's because he chooses to do it for her and art, not because she's manoeuvred him into it.
i think tashi being a young prodigy deepens this a lot too. she grows up as a singular talent, isolated and exceptional, whereas art and patrick had each other growing up. tashi's trajectory has always been much more solitary. so when she enters the triangle with them both, it's the first time she's encountered something with reciprocal intimacy.
which is exactly why the ending only really works if you see it as her needing both of them, not choosing one of the other. art and patrick aren't interchangeable love interests (#throuple). they represent two completely different emotional languages that she has never been able to reconcile on her own. art is stability, devotion and structure. with him, she's safe, but that safety is tied to a version of herself that's constantly performing. patrick helps her see the parts of her that exist outside of tennis before she became so tightly wound around maintaining order. so if she's just with art, she risks staying in that controlled loop forever where she's just mother and coach. pair her only with patrick, and he's too chaotic to give her the grounding she lost when tennis was taken from her.
if art represents the life she built to survive (structured, controlled and sustainable) and patrick represents the part of her that resists being reduced to that structure, then needing both of them isn't her failing to choose. it's her acknowledging that neither version of herself is complete on its own. she isn't just the disciplined prodigy or the girl who wants to be seen outside of tennis. she's both, and she's been splitting those halves across two different people because she never knew how to hold them together herself.
ironically, despite all of her shortcomings and her misconstrued reputation of being stone-cold, i think she's still the most emotionally intelligent of all three of them. she just doesn't know how to apply it to her own life. but they all need each other!! the film proves that by how rarely it actually lets them all be in the same scene. outside of the hotel scene, everything fractures into different pairs. someone is always missing. the trio is never whole again. so when they come back together in the final match, they all finally find balance. art without patrick loses friction, patrick without art loses direction, and tashi without both of them splits herself into two parts.
the point of challengers has never been who wins the game or who ends with who. it's that none of them function in isolation, neither emotionally or narratively. they're a closed circuit. when patrick catches art at the end of the match, it's the first time since that hotel room they are.
holy yap sorry i just hate this anti-tashi propaganda. let them all be messy and flawed!!
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PROPERTY OF THREE
summary: You couldâve kept your mouth shut about Atlanta, but whereâs the fun in that? Now youâve got dirt on Art Donaldsonâs marriage, and youâre making everything worse. Exposing his wife was supposed to be entertaining, not land you tangled up in all three of them.
pairings: art donaldson x tashi duncan â â â â ă € 㠀㠀㠀㠀 â x patrick zweig x afab!reader
warnings: 10.6k words. mature themes. unprotected p in v. double penetration (same hole). group sex (f/m/m/f). scissoring/tribbing. alcohol use/intoxication. cheating/infidelity. blackmail implication. manipulation. toxic relationships. power imbalance. dubcon elements. degradation. oral sex (f/m receiving). handjob. fingering. clitoral stimulation. nipple play. breast play. deepthroating/gagging. cum play. internal ejaculation. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. spit play. read responsibly.
note: belated happy 2nd anniversary challengersâ ily all <3
Following Art Donaldsonâs career like itâs your second job is easy, yet he doesnât know a single thing about you. Itâs actually fun to think about how these three think theyâre so private when the history is right there if you look hard enough. You remember the âFire and Iceâ when Art and Patrick were basically inseparable before everything went south. Everyone knows Tashi Duncan was the IT girl of WTS Juniors and was supposed to have a big name when she entered professional tennis, but only people like you remember she dated Patrick until that one college tennis match that made her quit tennis.
After that, you never saw them together as if they disappeared from each otherâs lives until Art suddenly popped up again as a rising star with Tashi as his wife and coach, while Patrick is nowhere to be found. Hearing about this made you follow his career again, and youâre genuinely looking forward to seeing how far he goes, but watching him climb the rankings actually managed to drain your wallet since youâd fly out to catch a match at least once or twice a year. The Atlanta Open was one of those trips, and the guy was already engaged to Tashi by then, but luck ended up on your side when you booked the exact same hotel as them.
Not that youâre being a stalker or something, because youâre not, and you only realize that after all the things that happened in that tournament. You arenât also stupid enough to travel alone, but you have a friend who likes to wander off, which made you drink alone and have your friend meet you at the hotel bar a day before the opening matches. Youâre not even blaming your friend that you ended up with those drinks alone when you saw Tashi Duncan herself walk in to grab a drink alone. You might be alone, but the sight was gold, and it was tempting to ask for an autograph, yet keeping your distance turned out to be the best decision of your life.
Now theyâve got a beautiful daughter and a perfect public image of having a good marriage. Sometimes you just lie back and think about how easy itâd be to tell the world the truth. What could possibly happen if you finally decided to stop being so nice and just leaked everything you saw that night? It eventually led you to create a burner email and hide behind a VPN to make sure nobody could track you back to it. Finding the right addresses for Art and Tashi was easy enough, but tracking down Patrick Zweig took some stalking since he isnât exactly living in the spotlight lately.
âI know what you did at the Atlanta Open.â was the simple email you sent to Tashi and Patrick, but Art got a slightly different message because heâs the one actually in the dark, so you sent him a cryptic note saying, âI know something about your wife that you really shouldâve known years ago.â Art was actually the first to take the bait, which totally caught you off guard, because that email was cryptic and didnât imply what his wife did. âWho is this and what exactly are you talking about?â popped up in your inbox instead of a panicked reply from Tashi or Patrick because thatâs what you were expecting.
Although you know that Tashi seems like the type to keep her mouth shut and not mention suspicious emails to her husband because thatâd make him start asking questions she canât answer. It took you many drafts of emails you could send, but you ended up with âSomeone who knows the truth about Atlanta,â and you waited for him to become more curious. âIf youâre trying to spread lies or harass my family, I can easily have my legal team find you,â was the only thing he replied, and it felt like a pathetic attempt to scare you off.
A laugh escaped you as you typed, âIâve got no plans to go public as long as youâre willing to cooperate,â but then, as expected, Art demanded actual proof. It made you realize you didnât actually record that hotel bar encounter, but youâre determined to get through the craziness you started. Itâs easy to sway him away from the lack of proof you have because suggesting a face-to-face meeting is something to make him more eager to know it. It was definitely a risky move, since he couldâve been baiting you into a trap with the cops there to meet you, but you sent the message anyway.
âIâll tell you every detail, but we have to do this in person,â was the ultimatum you left in his inbox. Art didnât offer any more threats or excuses, but simply sent back a date and a location, which was in the New Rochelle tournament. It honestly confused you when you read that, because why would a top player like him even be at a challengerâs event, but you decided to go along with it anyway. âFine, Iâll see you there,â you replied, and youâre already planning your trip to meet him. If heâs willing to meet in a place like that, then he must be a lot more desperate to hear what you know than heâs letting on.
That desperation is exactly why youâre now sitting in a bar in new after his match with Patrick ended in a tie. Itâs a bad decision to be in a bar, but itâs a bit of a metaphor, considering you also caught Tashi in the same environment. Having drinks close to the two of you after you reveal that information might be good because hearing your wife cheated on you is something that makes you want to get wasted. The late-night meeting at a local bar felt even more rushed, too, but you were already there and waiting at a corner table.
A brief email earlier was just you describing your clothes and the specific color you were wearing, so he could spot you easily. Being the first one to arrive gave you a chance to see him walk in, and it was almost funny that you were still checking your phone for email notifications while he was standing right there. âI didnât think youâd actually show up,â you said when he stopped in front of your table with a look that was way less confident than his TV interviews. He didnât sit down immediately, but his eyes were darting around the room to make sure nobody else was watching the two of you.
Art took a seat while looking like heâd rather be anywhere else, but he leaned in anyway. âIâm here so you can start talking now,â he muttered quietly, like he didnât want people to hear it. âIâm not here because I want to destroy your life or mess with your reputation,â you said before taking a sip of your drink to gain more confidence while youâre looking at him straight in the eyes. Art didnât seem convinced at all, and he just stared back with a tight jaw. âJust tell me what you want and stop wasting my time,â he demanded, his voice impatient. The glass clinked against the wood when you put it down, but you still didnât give him the full story right away.
âThis happened back at the Atlanta Open, and I wasnât even trying to follow Tashi around, but I accidentally saw something I shouldnât have,â you explained while watching his expression turn even more sour. He looked like he was about to lose his mind because he couldnât stand the way you hold back the information. âStop talking in circles and just tell me,â he said while keeping his volume low to avoid drawing any attention from the other people in the bar. âYour wife cheated on you,â you finally said while watching his reaction for any sign of a breakdown. Art didnât even flinch, but instead, he stared at a spot on the wall behind you.
âShe was with Patrick Zweig, and I saw them kiss before they left together,â you added to make sure he understood what you just said. He doesnât look surprised because he already has his own memory of what he saw that night. He was there too, but he only saw them sitting together before a fan distracted him for an autograph, and they were gone by the time he looked back. âIs that all?â he asked as he suddenly reached the table to grab your glass. Art tilted his head back and finished the rest of your drink in one long gulp without looking away.
He slammed the empty glass back onto the table before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âI already knew they were together that night,â he admitted, and he sounds completely exhausted. Your eyebrows knit together because you didnât expect him to be so calm about his wifeâs betrayal, and you didnât expect him to admit it... Is he really this vulnerable tonight that he just said that information to a stranger? He just exhaled through his nose before his eyes finally met yours with a look that was hard to read. A look of pity crossed your face because Art immediately let out a scoff before rolling his eyes.
âDonât look at me like that. Iâm fine,â he muttered as he pushed himself up from his seat. âHow about I buy you a round of drinks since youâve been so honest with me?â he suggested and headed over to the bar counter before you could even answer. A simple nod was all you gave as you watched him walk away, since you genuinely felt bad for the guy. He returned to the table carrying a full bottle of tequila and a tray of lemons instead of ordering a couple of individual shots. A little chuckle escaped your throat when you noticed he only grabbed a single shot glass. âYouâre planning on finishing that entire thing by yourself tonight?â you asked while watching him peel a sticker off the cap.
Art didnât bother responding, but he just poured the first glass up to the brim while looking ready to black out. âYouâre drinking with me, and weâre sharing the glass,â Art insisted before he took the shot heâd just poured. He didnât even reach for the plate of lemons on the tray while he shoved the empty glass toward you. âThose are for you because you look like youâll need them,â he added while watching you with a challenging look. Being called weak made you feel competitive, so you refilled the glass and swallowed the tequila in one go.
You didnât touch a single lemon but just let the heat hit your throat while setting the glass down hard. âSo youâve actually known about them this entire time?â you asked while watching Art grab the glass back from your hand. He didnât look surprised that you were keeping up with him, but he just tipped the bottle to fill it again. âIâm not as blind as everyone thinks I am,â he muttered before he brought the rim to his lips for another shot. âIâm probably saying things I shouldnât tell a total stranger,â Art muttered before he swallowed the liquid in his glass.
He stared at the bottle as if it had the answers to his problems. âI think Tashi is with him again right now because she sneaked out of the hotel while I was in bed,â he confessed with a voice that sounded completely defeated. The thought of them together made him look like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. âFuck, I really didnât need to hear that much detail,â you said as you shook your head at the mental image he just gave you. Art looked up from the table while his face showed a bit of regret for oversharing. âSorry, Iâm just out of it, but whatâs your name anyway?â he asked while waiting for a response.
You gave it to him without thinking much about it, but he just gave a short nod as he processed the information. He filled the shot glass again while sliding it back over to your side of the table for your next turn. âWell, itâs nice to meet you even if the situation is shitty,â he added while watching you pick up the glass. âDid you ever actually try to do anything about what happened?â you asked before you finished the shot in your hand. Art sighed as he took the glass back to refill it. âI didnât exactly walk in on them back in Atlanta, but Iâve had these suspicions for a long time, and you just confirmed theyâre real,â he explained while looking down at the liquor.
You gave a nod because his situation felt messier than youâd imagined. âSo did you ever decide to get back at Tashi by cheating too?â you blurted out since the question was already stuck in your head. Art looked up quickly, and he seemed almost offended by the suggestion. âGod, no. But Iâd be lying if I said I havenât been tempted before,â he admitted while his fingers tapped against the table. He leaned back slightly, but his eyes never left you. âI just never actually went through with it because thatâs not the kind of guy I am,â he added while he took another drink.
âThat kind of guy doesnât usually end up sitting in a bar with a stranger,â you joked, but he only exhaled a humorless laugh because he knew you were right. Both of you sat at the table for a while longer, and he drank more until he became much more talkative than when you first met. Itâs all fun, but you decided heâd had enough for one night when the tequila was half gone. âIâm walking you back to your hotel before you decide to finish the rest of this right here,â you told him, and grabbed your bag. Art didnât put up a fight, but he stood up and gripped the bottle to take it with him.
âItâs a bit of a walk from here, but I could use the air anyway,â he admitted as you both headed toward the door. You felt the cold air against your face when you stepped out onto the sidewalk, and the streetlights flickered above. He walked right beside you without stumbling, but he watched you more closely than before. âI appreciate you not leaving me alone at that bar,â he muttered and looked over at you. You just kept walking with him while the hotel appeared in the distance, and the walk took some time. âI didnât think youâd actually bring that bottle out with you,â you muttered when you saw Art tilt his head back and almost look like heâs chugging on it.
You hadnât noticed him grab it before you left the bar, but now he walked down the street with it in plain sight. âWhat the hell are you doing, Art?â you asked and looked around the sidewalk to check if anyone was watching. You worried someone might take a photo and affect his reputation in a second. Art just looked at the bottle, then shrugged because he didnât care about the risk anymore. âIâm just trying to get through the night without losing my mind,â he replied and held the glass out toward you. You took it from his hand to stop him from drinking more, but you ended up taking a long sip yourself.
The alcohol burned your throat while you both kept walking toward the hotel, and you could finally see the bright lights from the front of it. âYouâre a bad influence,â he joked and walked close to you until a car pulled up right in front of the hotel entrance, and you could clearly recognize who had just left inside since the two of you were just two steps away from the hotel. Tashi stepped out of the passenger side and was about to slam the door when Art jogged towards her. He grabbed the handle and yanked the door wider, and you hurried after him to try to grab his arm.
âArt, just stop for a second,â you pleaded because you didnât want a scene in public. Tashi glared at you like you were some intruder trying to play house with her husband, but she didnât say a word. Art ignored everyone while he leaned into the car to look at Patrick sitting in the driverâs seat. âGet the fuck out of the car, Patrick,â he ordered without even raising his voice. Patrick just stared back at him and didnât move from behind the wheel, which made the whole thing look even worse. You felt like you should leave, but you kept your hand on Artâs shoulder while Tashi watched both of you with narrowed eyes.
âGet in the car right now, Art,â Tashi snapped and looked around the street to check for anyone with a phone out. She looked completely fed up with him, but he just stared at her before pointing toward you. âSheâs coming with us, or Iâm staying right here,â Art said and climbed into the passenger seat without waiting for her to agree. You felt awkward under Tashiâs gaze, but you hurried into the back seat anyway while Patrick pulled away from the curb. âGas isnât cheap, and now Iâm stuck playing chauffeur while you two act like idiots,â Patrick grumbled as he steered the car through the empty streets.
Art gripped the armrest and didnât even look at him. âIâll pay for the fucking gas, so just keep driving,â Art barked back, and his voice sounded mean. Tashi sat in the back next to you with her arms crossed while the two men started to bicker even louder. You watched the back of Artâs head and wondered how this night ended up so messy. âYou donât get to tell me where to go,â Patrick muttered as he took a fast turn onto a side street. âIâll tell you whatever I want when youâre the one who keeps showing up uninvited,â Art shouted, and you just sat there while they kept arguing at each other.
âWhyâre you so pissed off?â Patrick asked while he gripped the steering wheel and looked at the road. Art let out a dry laugh and then turned to glare at him. âWhy do you think, Patrick? You just fucked my wife,â Art spat, and his voice sounded like he wanted to hit something. Tashi sat up straight in the back seat, and her eyes went wide before she looked at you with a look that said you shouldnât be listening. âI didnât cheat on you, Art,â she lied, but she sounded defensive while she gripped her knee. Art shook his head and looked out the window.
âOh, thatâs right. I forgot you didnât just do it today, but you also did it back in Atlanta,â Art said, and then he turned his head to look at you. âTell them what you saw,â he ordered while he waited for you to speak up. You just shook your head because you didnât want any more trouble, and youâre quiet in the corner of the seat. Tashi kept her eyes on you like she was waiting for you to mess up, while Patrick just kept driving the car away from the hotel. âJust tell them what you saw so they canât lie about it anymore,â Art said while he turned around to look at you again.
You swallowed because you didnât want to be the one to say it, but you looked at Tashi and Patrick anyway. âI saw you two together in Atlanta, and you were all over each other before you left the hotel together,â you whispered while your hands never left your lap. Tashi takes a deep breath as if sheâs stopping herself from doing anything stupid while she grips the back of Artâs seat. âYouâre the one who sent that email, arenât you?â she says and stares at you like you were nothing. âHow much money do you want to keep your mouth shut?â she asked while her voice rose. Art let out a loud laugh, and he shook his head at his wife.
âSheâs not looking for a payout, Tashi,â he snapped before he turned his attention back to both of them. âIf you were so desperate to fuck him, you shouldâve had the balls to ask for an open marriage,â Art shouted at Tashi while Patrick kept driving. âWe couldâve just done this as the three of us instead of you sneaking around behind my back,â he added while he glared at Patrick and Tashi. âYou can do whatever you want, Tashi,â Art said while he looked out the window as if he didnât want to see what happened next.
Tashi turned toward you and put her hand on your shoulder while she leaned in close. Her face stopped just an inch from yours while she looked you in the eyes. âTell me if I canât,â she whispered as she waited for you to say something. You looked at her lips, then back at her eyes, before you nodded. She moved forward and pressed her mouth against yours while you heard Patrick start to laugh in the front seat. You tried to keep the kiss gentle, but she bit your lips, as if she was taking her anger out on you. âLook at that, the girls are kissing,â Patrick taunted while he glanced back at Art.
âMaybe you should come over here and kiss me too,â he added, but Art just rolled his eyes and didnât look at him. Tashi gripped your shoulder harder as she kept her mouth on yours while the car drove along the empty road. âWhereâre you staying?â Tashi whispered while she pulled away from your mouth. You gave her the address of your hotel as you tried to catch your breath. âDrive there, Patrick,â she ordered while she looked at the two men in the front. Tashi leaned back against the seat and looked at Art with a smug expression.
âSheâs already a better kisser than both of you put together,â she said while she kept her hand on your leg. Art didnât say a word as he stared out the window, but Patrick just chuckled. âWell, I canât wait to find out how her mouth feels on mine,â Patrick said while he checked the GPS on his phone. Heat spread across your face because you werenât used to being talked about like that by people you barely knew. Tashi didnât let go of you while the car turned onto the street leading to your hotel. You thought theyâd just drop you off and keep fighting elsewhere, but the car ride ended with all four of you heading up to your room together.
Now youâre sitting in the middle of the mattress in just your bra and panties with the three of them surrounding you. Art is on your left, and his hand wraps around your ankle before he pulls your leg toward him. âI told you we shouldâve just done this,â Art muttered while he crawled closer to you. Patrick stands by the edge of the bed and kicks his pants off, then he climbs onto the mattress right behind you. âYou liking that view, Tashi?â Patrick said as his fingers gripped your waist from behind. Tashi is on your right, and she leans over you until the skin of her bare chest touches your side.
âIâm not stopping for anyone,â she said while she reached for the edge of your panties. You feel the heat from their bodies because they crowd you from every side on the bed right now. Art uses his free hand to grab Tashiâs neck, and he yanks her into a hard kiss right in front of you. Theyâre still at your sides, but they lean in across your lap while they make out. Tashiâs fingers slip past the elastic of your panties as she starts rubbing your clit. Patrick is behind you, and his hands move from your waist up to your tits so he can knead them.
He starts kissing your nape while he lets out a grunt. âIâve been wanting to do this since the car,â Patrick muttered as he bit the skin of your shoulder. You let out a shaky breath because the feeling of all three of them touching you at once is a lot to take. Art pulled away from Tashi for a second so he could look at you. âDonât get too quiet now,â Art said while he watched your reaction to Tashiâs hand. Tashi kept her hand moving as she tilted her head to see your face. âSheâs already getting wet,â Tashi whispered while she pulled your panties down lower and left them there against your legs.
Art grabs the waistband of your panties to continue what Tashi left and pulls them down your legs before he tosses them onto the floor. Patrick reaches around to unhook your bra as he pulls the straps off your shoulders, letting it fall away. One of your tits is free, so Art leans in and latches his mouth onto your nipple while he sucks hard. Tashi watches him while she slides two fingers deep inside your cunt. âYou really thought that email was gonna work on us?â Tashi asked while she pumped her fingers. She leans closer to your face as her hand keeps moving.
âIt felt like you were trying to blackmail us,â Tashi muttered while her eyes stayed on yours. You try to shake your head and open your mouth to tell her that wasnât it at all. Patrick doesnât let you speak because he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth to keep you from answering. âMmfph-!â you muffled while your back arched against his chest, and Patrick pushed your tongue down. Patrick kisses the top of your head, then he leans down to your ear. âKeep your mouth shut about that email unless you want us to stop,â Patrick whispered while he let you suck on his fingers.
You canât even explain yourself as Tashi stretches you out from the inside with her hand. Art doesnât let go of your tit while he uses his tongue to swirl around the tip. Youâre stuck between them while they work together to make you leak all over the bed. âHngh... hah,â you whimpered through Patrickâs fingers while you gripped Artâs hair to keep him pressed against you. Tashi moves between your legs and pushes your knees wide so she can bury her face against your cunt. She sucks your clit and slides her fingers back inside you while she stops to taste the skin.
âMmn... did you just shave for us?â Tashi asked as she looked up with a smirk. âYouâre so smooth down here,â she added while her tongue flicked over you again. Her words make your face feel hot, but Art pulls away from your nipple to watch her work. He looks at your wet folds and thinks back to when you met up with him hours before this moment. âSeriously?â Art muttered while he looked from Tashi back to your face. âDid you really get ready like this before you came to see me?â he asked as he gripped your hip.
Patrick lets out a low laugh behind you and starts teasing you about the threat you made. âShe was gonna tell everyone we were cheating, but she still made sure she was perfectly prepped for the meeting,â Patrick said while he hooked his fingers in the corner of your mouth. You bite down on his knuckles because youâre embarrassed, and Tashi lets out a muffled hum against your inner thigh when she hears him. You reach out for Art, and your hand caresses his stomach while you look at him with wide eyes. âMmf- n-no,â you manage to say through Patrickâs fingers as you try to act like he was lying.
Itâs a pathetic sight because youâre begging Art for help while Patrickâs fingers stay stuffed in your mouth, and Tashi keeps eating you out. âYouâre such a liar,â Patrick whispered while he leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck before he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth as he stood to kick his boxers away. His cock is out, and he starts rubbing it against your ass while he leans over your shoulder. You reach for the waistband of Artâs briefs and tug at the fabric to get him out. âLet me help,â Art muttered while he stripped the rest of his clothes off.
You turn to Tashi because you want to see her, too. âTashi... sit up,â you whispered while she pulled her face away from your cunt. She sits back and unhooks her bra before she slides her panties down her legs. You look at them and admire how different they all are. Artâs skin is clean and completely shaved, while Patrick has a trail of hair leading down from his stomach to his cock. Tashiâs hair is trimmed and neat between her legs. Patrick moves from behind you to your side as they push you down to lie on the mattress.
âGood thing you got the big bed,â Art said while he looked down at you. Tashi crawls between your open legs and ignores the guys for a second. âIâm going first... I want her cunt,â Tashi said as she looked at Art and Patrick. Itâs embarrassing to watch them claim you like this, but Tashi doesnât stop. She leans over you and looks right into your eyes. âYou want me to do this... donât you, baby?â Tashi asked while she convinced you with a smirk. âI can get you so wet before they take turns,â she whispered as she remembered how much the guys loved sharing the same hole.
You nod your head, and she slides one of her legs between yours while she presses her wet heat against your own. You feel how sticky and wet Tashi is against your thighs, then you remember she already fucked Patrick earlier tonight. âYouâre still messy from him,â you whispered while the thought slipped out of your mouth. Artâs jaw tightened because heâs still pissed off about them going behind his back, but he turns his focus to you anyway. He moves closer to your head and brushes his cock against your cheek.
âYouâve got a lot to say... do you want to use that mouth for something else?â Art asked as he hovered over you. âY-yes, please,â you whimpered while you looked up at him. Tashi doesnât move yet, and she keeps her heat pressed against your cunt. Patrick shifts on the mattress because he feels left out. âWhat about me?â Patrick asked while he watched Art get ready. You reach out and wrap your fingers around Patrickâs cock to show him you arenât ignoring him. You give him a smile because you want both of them to feel included while youâre pinned to the bed.
Patrick lets out a grunt as you start to stroke him. Art doesnât wait any longer while he guides the tip of his cock to your lips. âOpen up,â Art muttered as he looked down at you. You part your lips and take him inside while Tashiâs body presses against your legs. Art thrusts his cock slowly into your mouth, but he doesnât pull away while he watches Tashi. She thrusts her hips against you, and her clit rubs against your pussy with every move. âMmmph-!â you muffled because Artâs cock is deep in your throat. Patrick wraps his hand over yours, and he uses your grip to stroke his cock faster.
Tashi looks up at the two men while she keeps grinding her wet heat against your cunt. âYou guys need to kiss and make up,â Tashi said as she watched the tension between them. Art narrows his eyes at Patrick while he continues to fuck your mouth. âNo,â Art grunted through his teeth. Tashi lets out a laugh because she knows how to get what she wants. âI know you want to,â Tashi said while she ground her hips harder against yours. Patrick reaches out with his free hand and grabs Artâs jaw before he guides his face closer.
Art angrily kisses Patrick back while his cock is still stuffed inside your mouth. You watch them make out above you, and your eyes roll back in your head from the sensation of Tashiâs cunt against yours. âHngh-!â you groaned as you got wetter with each thrust. Tashi hums as she watches the men finally give in to what they want. Patrick keeps his hand on Artâs side to caress him once they stop kissing. Tashi reaches out to pull Patrick into a kiss of her own as she continues to grind her cunt against yours. Patrick continues to use his other hand to help you stroke his cock while heâs distracted with Tashiâs mouth.
Art doesnât speed up his pace yet because heâs watching them, but he makes sure to shove his cock deep into your throat. âMmfph-! Gngh-!â You gagged while your eyes watered from how deep he is. Tashi uses her free hand to grip your thigh and hold your legs wide so she can feel more of you. Art looks down to watch you swallow him while his cock is still stuffed in your mouth. Patrick pulls away from Tashi to look at Art. âYou like seeing her take it like that?â Patrick asked as he let out a low grunt. Art doesnât answer as he thrusts deep again to make you choke on his length.
âItâs pretty clear he enjoys this since he wonât stop making you gag,â Tashi said as she watched Art shove his cock deep into your mouth again. Your cunt is squirming and pulsing against her with every grind of her hips. You reach down to rub your clit, and Tashi lets out a laugh at how desperate you look. âAre you getting close, baby?â Tashi asked while she watched your hand move faster. You let out a muffled hum around Artâs cock as you try to nod your head. Art keeps his cock stuffed in your throat while he watches you struggle to breathe.
Patrick pulls your hand away from his cock so he can stroke himself right in front of your tits. He moves his hand fast while he looks at Art and Tashi using you. âSh-shit- fuck,â Patrick groaned as he finally came. He shoots his cum across your chest and stomach while you feel it land on your skin. Tashi keeps grinding against you as she pins your legs down. âMmfph-!â you muffled against Artâs length while Patrickâs cum drips down your belly. Art lets out a low grunt and starts to thrust his cock more aggressively into your mouth.
You cum against Tashiâs cunt, and the extra mess makes a loud squelching sound as she grinds her hips to reach her own climax. Your folds and clit rub together while she focuses on the way your cunt slides against each other. Art feels the vibrations of your muffled moans as his cock twitches in your mouth. He reaches back to grab a handful of your hair while he keeps thrusting deep. âTashi- Iâm close,â Art grunted as he looked at her for the okay. Tashi doesnât stop her pace as she looks up at him. âDo it, fill her up,â she panted while she rubbed herself harder against you.
Art shoots his cum down your throat and keeps shoving himself deep until heâs empty. He pulls his cock out and lets the extra drops leak over your bottom lip. âSwallow every bit of it,â Patrick ordered as he watched from the side. Art sits back while Tashi leans down to suck on your nipple without caring about the cum on your skin. You stick your tongue out to show your mouth is empty as you swallow, while Tashi finally cums hard against your cunt. Tashi gets off you with Patrickâs help because her legs feel a little sensitive from that orgasm.
She leans back against the headboard to catch her breath and reaches out to caress your shoulder. Art crawls between your legs as he looks up at you. âYou think you can handle another round for us, baby?â Art asked while he ran his hands up your thighs. You look over at Tashi to see what they have in mind. âWeâre not even close to done with you yet,â Tashi said as she played with your hair. You look back at Art and let out a breath. âHow do you want me?â you asked while you watched him. Patrick looks down at your wet cunt and grips his cock.
âWell, we want to take you at the same-â Patrick started, but Tashi cut him off before he could finish. She leans forward to move your hair out of your face. âWe want to see how you take both of them at once,â Tashi said as she smiled at you. âDo you have any lube nearby?â Art asked while he looked at your messy thighs. You shake your head as you realize you werenât prepared for them to take things this far. âItâs fine, weâll make it work,â Patrick said as he shared a look with Art. They both silently agree that Patrick should be the one to go first since heâs the thickest and needs to stretch your cunt out.
âOn your side, baby,â Tashi said while she helped you roll over. Patrick holds his hand out toward you. âSpit for me,â Patrick ordered as he waited for you to wet his palm. He collects spit from Tashi and Art, too, before he rubs the moisture all over his cock and lies down behind you. âHave you guys actually done this before?â you asked as your voice wavered. Tashi let out a little laugh while she watched the men get into place. âNot with me, they havenât,â Tashi said as she leaned over you. Patrick and Art both nod as they admit theyâve shared girls before, but never in the same hole at once.
Art leans down toward Tashiâs ankle and starts kissing his way up her inner thigh while Patrick grips your hip. âNgh- oh,â you gasped as Patrick pushed the head of his cock against your entrance and started to slide into your cunt from behind. Art opens Tashiâs legs wider as he leans down to start licking her pussy. Tashi lets out a breath and threads her fingers through Artâs hair while she reaches her other hand out to touch Patrickâs arm. Patrick lets out a low hum as he leans into her touch, but he doesnât move his cock inside you just yet.
Patrick moves his hand from your hip to your leg and raises it to create more room for himself. âMmn, that feels so good,â you whispered as you felt him stretching your entrance. Patrick looks down at your cunt while he keeps your leg hooked over him. âYou like being filled like this?â Patrick asked as he watched your reaction. Art looks up from between Tashiâs thighs to watch you while he keeps his tongue busy on her clit. Patrick starts to push deeper into you as he feels your walls clench around his thick length. âMnghh, yes- please,â you panted while you watched Art and Tashi together
âAre you going to let me come right in your mouth, Art?â Tashi teased while she looked down at him. Art pulls away from her pussy and glances at you as he wonders if Patrick is almost done stretching you out. âIâll try to keep up,â Art said while he looked between the two of you. Tashi nods, as if she understands his hesitation, and turns her gaze toward you. âYouâre going to help me get there while they work on you, right?â Tashi asked as she watched you nod eagerly. Art reaches over to squeeze your breast while he rubs his thumb over your nipple.
âS-shi- Patrick,â you moaned as he started thrusting into your cunt. Patrick grips your thigh while he pushes his thick cock deep inside you to open you up for both of them. âJust take it, baby,â Patrick grunted while he kept moving. You feel your walls stretch with every thrust of his length as he works to make enough room for Art to join him. Patrick squeezes the leg heâs holding as he pushes deep and makes you even wetter around his length. âF-fuck, sheâs opening up so well for us,â Patrick groaned while he watched your cunt stretch around him.
Art lets out a muffled hum against Tashiâs clit and keeps his tongue moving. Tashi tightens her grip on Artâs hair while you reach for her free hand and hold it tight. âHaaah- mmf,â you whimpered as you leaned forward to bite her arm. Tashi looks down at you but keeps her attention on the way youâre taking Patrick. âDonât get too rough with her yet,â Tashi panted while she watched Patrickâs thick cock slide in and out of you. Patrick nods and keeps his movements controlled so he can focus on how your walls clench against him. Art pauses and looks up from Tashiâs thighs with his chin glistening and wet from her.
He stares right at your cunt and watches the way Patrickâs cock disappears inside you. âNn- Pat- P-patrick,â you breathed while you held onto Tashi. Art looks back toward Tashi and gives her a look like heâs asking for permission. âPlease?â Art asked as he waited for her to nod. Tashi gives him a small smile and nods to signal that he can go ahead. Art stands on his knees and moves closer to you while Patrick slows down his movements until he stops. Art straddles your leg thatâs resting on the bed and reaches out to take your other leg from Patrick so he can hook it over his shoulder.
Tashi moves closer to you as she lets you lay your head on her thigh and starts to play with your hair. âIâm putting in now, baby,â Art whispered while he guided the head of his cock to your cunt. He slowly pushes the tip in beside Patrickâs length and makes you let out a choked sound. âAhhn-! No, wait-â you gasped while your eyes rolled back. Tashi leans down to kiss your forehead as she tries to keep you calm. âShh, just breathe through it,â Tashi said as she watched Art slowly force more of himself into you, but he stopped moving once he got past the tip because he felt you clench around both of them.
He moves your leg slightly further back on his shoulder before he spits directly onto your cunt to add more wetness between their cocks. âWeâve got to take our time with this since weâre short on lube,â Art grunted while he looked down at the way your cunt takes them. You pout at him and let out a shaky breath. âJust take it out- You guys can just- fuck- take turns,â you whined, and you felt too full. Patrick lets out a chuckle and reaches forward to rub your clit. âGiving up already when heâs barely even halfway in?â Patrick teased while he watched you squirm against his hand.
âI think Art likes how his cock feels right next to mine,â Patrick teases him while he keeps rubbing your clit to keep you wet. Art gives a small smirk and slowly starts to push more of himself into your cunt. âYouâre doing so good for us, baby,â Tashi whispered as she kept playing with your hair. âHngh- haaaah,â you choked out while your cunt stretched to its limit around both thick cocks. Art pushes past the last bit of resistance and bottoms out as you bury your face against Tashiâs thigh and bite down on her skin. Tashi looks over at Art and Patrick while she keeps her hand moving through your hair.
âGive her a second to get used to having both of you inside,â Tashi said as she reached down to pinch your nipple. Patrick nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and lets his stubble scratch against you. âYouâre taking us so well, baby,â Patrick whispered while he kept rubbing your clit to help you relax. Art rubs his hand up and down your leg on his shoulder before he leans in to kiss your calf. âGod, you look so good stuffed like this,â Art panted as he watched his cock sliding right against Patrickâs. You canât even close your legs with them taking up all the space, but Tashi keeps you grounded with her touch.
âMmn, f-fuck,â you whimpered while you felt your walls starting to pulse around them. âCan they start moving yet?â Tashi asked while she looked down at you. You let out a shaky nod as you tried to adjust to the pressure. âJust grind against her without pulling out so she can get used to the size,â Tashi ordered while she kept her fingers in your hair. Art nods and starts to rotate his hips, but Patrick lets out a scoff. âDonât be difficult, Patrick,â Tashi said as she caught his eye. Patrick follows Artâs lead and starts grinding his length against yours while his cock rubs right against Artâs inside you.
âFucking hell, itâs so tight in here,â Patrick grunted while he felt your walls twitching around them. Art watches all of you tangled together and spits on your opening once more to keep things slick. âLook at how much sheâs taking,â Art panted as he watched the spit slide down between their cocks. âMmff, oh please-â you whimpered while you felt them rubbing together deep inside your cunt. Patrick tries to hold back, but he fails and starts thrusting hard into your cunt. Art stops his own grinding and looks over at him with a glare.
âWhat the fuck, Patrick? We said weâd wait,â Art snapped while he held your leg steady. Patrick doesnât slow down but keeps shoving deep as his cock slides against Artâs length. âJust keep up with me,â Patrick grunted while he watched your face. Tashi looks visibly pissed and lifts your face from her leg to see you tearing up while you bite your lip to hide your moans. âMmf- hah,â you whimpered as she slides two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Tashi glares at Patrick as she tries to comfort you.
âIâm going to kill you if you donât listen,â Tashi threatened as she watched him stretch you out. Patrick looks at both of them like he doesnât give a shit. âItâs too much, and I need to move,â Patrick muttered while he kept his pace. âNgh- a-ahh,â you panted around Tashiâs fingers as the feeling of both of them moving at once became too much to handle. Art and Patrick find a matching pace as they start thrusting together. âF-fuck, thatâs it,â Art panted while he watched their cocks slide deep inside you at the same time.
You reach down between Tashiâs legs and start rubbing her cunt to distract yourself from the intense stretch while you keep sucking on her fingers. Art reaches down to push Patrickâs hand away from your clit so he can take over rubbing you himself. Patrick moves his hand to your hip to keep you in place while he keeps pushing into you. âSh-shit, sorry baby,â Patrick whispered before he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Tashi lets out a breathy moan as she feels your fingers working on her. âOh god, keep doing that,â Tashi panted while she watched the men work together to fill you up.
Art keeps his thumb moving over your clit while he matches every one of Patrickâs thrusts. âMmmph-â you gasped around Tashiâs hand while the synchronized movement forced your walls to open even wider for them. You keep rubbing Tashiâs clit while your eyes watch Art as he closes his eyes and thrusts into you. âSo wet- youâre so fucking wet around us,â Art panted while he kept his thumb working over your clit. Patrick raises himself up slightly behind you but keeps his side pressed against your back as his cock remains deep in your cunt.
He pulls Tashiâs fingers out of your mouth before he leans over to take your lips in a deep kiss. Patrick plants his free hand on the mattress to balance himself, and he sucks your tongue the moment you slide it in his mouth. You respond to the kiss and use your free hand to hold his face as your fingers play with his facial hair. âMmmph-!â you moaned into his mouth while both cocks slide together inside your walls. Art watches the way your body reacts to Patrickâs kiss and keeps his pace against his. âKeep going- just like that,â Tashi breathed while she watched the four of you entangled together on the bed.
You suddenly cum without even realizing itâs happening, and your walls clench so hard around them. Patrick pulls away from the kiss to look at your face, but you look back at him, heat spreading across your skin. âI-I didnât think I would be that fast,â you whispered, and you felt embarrassed about how sensitive youâd become. You look away from them before burying your face against Tashiâs leg and stop rubbing her clit. Your body keeps squirming from the orgasm while Tashi lets out a soft coo. âItâs okay, sweetheart, youâve been taking so much from them,â Tashi said after she looked at Art and Patrick.
The guys share a look, and then they both start thrusting fast into your soaking cunt. âSh-shit, youâre so tight now,â Art panted while he matched Patrickâs speed. Patrick grips your hip harder and shoves himself deep into you. âHaaah- mmf, too much!â you cried out when you felt them both fucking you deep over and over. They donât slow down at all but keep pushing deeper after their movements fall out of sync to overstimulate you. âGod, youâre so loud⊠The whole floorâs going to hear you screaming for us,â Art panted, and he leaned forward to bend your leg on his shoulder in half.
This change in angle forces his cock deeper into your cunt as it slides hard against Patrickâs length. You hear the wet sound of their skin slapping against your thighs with every thrust, while their balls also make contact with your skin whenever theyâre deep enough. Patrick shoves himself into your back, and you feel the tickle of his pubic hair against your skin when he bottoms out. Your body thrashes against the mattress, but they easily pin you down, considering itâs three of them and itâs just one of you. Tashi grips your hair to force your face toward the guys before she watches you struggle.
âLook at you- just a pathetic mess for them to use,â Tashi scoffed as she kept your head tilted back. Art keeps his thumb working your clit while he matches Patrickâs aggressive pace. âNnngh- haah, please!â you wailed when the sensation of both cocks grinding together inside you became too much to bear. Patrick grips your hips to pull you against him and tilts your pelvis back while he lies behind you. This move makes his cock rub even harder against Artâs length inside your cunt, but it clearly annoys Art.
âGod, you feel so good like this,â Patrick grunted when he felt the cocks grinding against each other. Art looks frustrated that Patrick moved you because it made it hard for him to move, so he responds by bending you in half while he hovers over your side. He grips Patrickâs shoulder for support and holds the sheets tight with his other hand before he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck. The new angle makes them both reach your spot, and you gasp from the overstimulation of them being so deep.
You try to push Art off your side, but he doesnât budge even an inch under your touch. Tashi angles your head toward Art after she watches your eyes roll back from the pleasure. âKiss him, show him how much you want this,â Tashi ordered while she kept gripping your hair. Art leans down to take your mouth in a rough kiss after he hears you whimper. âMmmph-! nnngh,â you moaned into his lips when they both shoved deeper into your cunt. Art pulls back from the kiss and rises onto his knees again while you lie there with your breath coming out in ragged hitches.
Your cunt pulses around them both, but your legs are shaking, and they feel useless against the sheets. Your brain isnât functioning anymore, and you canât keep your eyes open either. âYou canât even think anymore,â Patrick grunted when he felt your walls pulse and squeezed his shaft. You can tell Art is getting close to coming with the way his cock twitches inside you. You and Patrick both feel the way Artâs cock reacts inside you while his thrusts become desperate and sloppy. Tashi watches from the headboard and sees how overstimulated you are.
âYouâre taking them so well, baby. Such a good little slut for being so wet and open for them,â Tashi whispered before she reached down to rub your clit since Art stopped a while ago. You didnât notice his hand move, but the feeling from her fingers makes your back arch. âHaaah- mmf, t-too much,â you whined after the overwhelming pleasure made your stomach twist. âJust take it- youâre doing so good for us,â Art panted while he thrust as deep as he could go. It took a few more movements before he cum inside you and gripped your leg against his body while his fingers dug into your calves.
âFuck- take it all,â Art grunted, and the way youâre being fucked makes it hard for you to breathe. You feel a sudden pressure in your bladder from how theyâre filling your cunt, but you donât have the strength to kick them off, even if you want to, because your legs shake too much. They know that being stretched by both of them at once is too much, and Art notices your eyes rolling back when he cums inside you. âLooks like youâre going to cum again⊠Just let it out,â Art panted after he buried himself deep. The feeling of Art filling you up and his cock twitching inside makes your toes curl.
Your head thrashes on Tashiâs lap before your hands grab the sheets because you donât know where to put them. âTell me what youâre feeling, baby,â Tashi whispered as she looked down at you. You struggle to get the words out when the pressure builds in your lower belly. âIâm so full- like Iâm gonna p-piss,â you whined, and your back arched. Tashi smiled because she realized how close you were. âYouâre right there for us,â Tashi murmured while she kept rubbing you. Patrick grinned while watching your body react to both.
âAre you gonna squirt for us?â Patrick asked, and you shake your head at them when they look at you differently after Patrick put that idea in their heads. âOh, youâre gonna wet the bed for us, baby,â Tashi whispered and pressed her fingers harder against your clit. Artâs cum acts as extra lubrication for Patrick, which makes it easy for his cock to slide deeper, and the squelching sounds of their movement get louder. Youâre stuck between Artâs body because he doesnât pull out yet, but still thrusting slowly, and Patrickâs needy movement from behind.
âStop- h-hah, I-I canât,â you whined, and your head thrashes against Tashi. It doesnât take long before Patrick finishes the feeling of Artâs cum inside you, which makes him lose his control. His knuckles go white when his hands tighten on your hips, and he starts thrusting into you without stopping. Patrick groans, and he buries his face in your nape while he continues finishing inside your cunt. The fullness from both of them makes your stomach feel bloated in the best way. âLook at you- mmn, taking both of us so well,â Patrick panted against your skin, and his hands reach around to play with your tits.
You try to hide your face when heat spreads across your skin from their words. âIâm- ngh, ahh- Itâs too much,â you gasped while Tashi kept teasing you with her fingers. Art leaned down to kiss your shoulder after his cock twitched inside you. âJust let it happen, baby,â Art murmured when he pulled back to watch your reaction. âItâs okay if you make a mess,â Tashi whispered and pressed harder against your clit while the boys continued to thrust deeply. The combination of cum and your own wetness makes it easy for them to slide inside you, and the pace makes you feel every movement.
Art and Patrick reach around to play with your breasts after Tashiâs fingers work against you until overstimulation builds in your belly. âNgh- hah, itâs- hngh!â you gasped, and your eyes rolled back as you couldnât hold it anymore. Your cunt pulses and clenches hard around both cocks before it suddenly rushes out of you. It spills uncontrollably forward onto Artâs stomach, and it made you soak their cocks that are still buried in your cunt. âP-please- make it stop- hngh, oh god!â you cried as your back arched against Patrickâs chest while your release spread between them and pools onto the bedsheets.
Tashiâs hand gets completely soaked as she keeps rubbing you, and the fluid coming out of you continues to go on for several seconds. âIâm sorry- mmf, I canât- hah, s-stop it!â you sobbed and tried to hide your face because you didnât want them to see you like this. Patrick and Art donât pull out, but they keep thrusting through your orgasm until you finally stop. You let out a garbled and broken moan before you sink into the mattress and try to catch your breath. They watch the mess they made while they catch their own breath and admire how much you took.
âLook at what you did- mmn, youâre so soaked,â Patrick panted after he leaned forward to kiss your shoulder. You turn your head away because the praise makes your skin feel warm. âI couldnât- hngh, I couldnât help it,â you whispered when the feeling finally began to fade. Tashi smiled and wiped sweat from your forehead as Artâs hand squeezed your waist. âYou did so good for us,â Tashi murmured as she looked down at your spent expression. Patrick finally slides out of your cunt and rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling while he catches his breath.
Art doesnât pull his cock out yet, but he moves your leg off his shoulder and rolls you from your side onto your back before he leans down to nuzzle your neck. His hips grind against you once more, and you feel every inch of him buried inside you. âTashi- hah, tell him to get off me,â you whispered and nudged Artâs chest because youâre too tired to deal with him. Tashi looks down at Art and runs her hand through your hair while you rest your head on her lap. âArt, let her breathe. Move your ass,â Tashi said after she saw how exhausted you looked. Art just groans into your collarbone and keeps his cock inside you for a few more seconds.
âJust give me five minutes- mmn, Iâm not ready to move,â Art muttered before he pressed his face against you, but Patrick just laughed from the other side of the bed. Art scowls at the sound of Patrickâs laughter and buries his face into your neck while he ignores the others. He peppers kisses across your collarbone before he moves down toward your chest, but you let out a huff and try to push his shoulders away. âStop- mmn, Art, too tired,â you muttered and turned your head to the side despite your cunt clenching around his cock when he nudged your sweet spot.
He feels you grip him and lets out a grunt after he leans up to whisper against your ear. âYour body says something else, youâre still squeezing me so hard,â Art rasped when he nipped your earlobe and ground his hips down once more. Tashi watches him with a smirk and keeps her hand on your shoulder, but Patrick just watches from his side of the bed. Art looks up at Tashi and opens his mouth like heâs about to ask something, but he stops himself before he can finish. âAre we-? Actually, I donât care,â Art muttered and then looked at Tashi with a scowl.
âIâm keeping her,â he added after he buried his face into the valley of your breasts while his cock twitched inside your cunt. You roll your eyes and push at his hair because his possessiveness is annoying. âI can decide for myself where Iâm going, Art,â you snapped when he started to nuzzle your skin. Tashi tilts her head and watches him with a dry look before she leans back against the pillows. âYou want to keep her just because of what I did with Patrick?â Tashi asked when he finally looked at her. Art lets out a mmn and glances up without moving his head from your chest while he keeps his hand on your waist.
âSheâs staying with us,â Patrick said from across the bed, and he reached over to touch your ankle. You look between the three of them and let out a tired huff before you finally speak. âIf Iâm staying, then all of you belong to me now,â you whispered and watched the way their expressions changed. Patrick leans toward you and kisses your lips before he breathes out. âThe Donaldsons are very needy people,â Patrick said after he pulled back to look at Art and Tashi. Tashi hums and runs her thumb over your jaw while she considers his words.
âI just like to keep what belongs to me,â Tashi said when she glanced at the two men. âIâm taking such good care of my boys,â she added after she brushed your hair from your face. You look at her and wait for her to continue, but she just smiles because she likes the way youâre watching her. âIâm going to take good care of you, too,â Tashi whispered before she leaned down to kiss your forehead. Art finally pulls out of your cunt and rolls to your other side, then his hand tightens on your thigh when all three of them surround you on the messy sheets. You exhale and close your eyes while you lean into Tashiâs touch because you could definitely get used to this.
