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It's been a minute since I've last posted 😭 but today I wanted to share art of the headcanons that @nyraeafterdark wrote for the Lin Kuei bros and their metalhead partner! Nyrae ty so much for letting me draw these!
I highly suggest you go and read the headcanons! They're quite lighthearted and fun
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Sypnosis: After Raiden and Kung Lao accidentally discover what female black widows do to their mates after reproducing, your dear loving partner begins acting suspiciously cautious around you.
A/N: ykw, i would love to read a black widow hybrid fic, never seen one or read one :3
Requested by: @guisselvaldezbernal
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Tomás Vrbada:
Grey eyes stared up at you, wide and uncertain as you sat comfortably on his lap.
Tomás looked genuinely distressed.
He wasn’t exactly terrified—he trusted you far too much for that—but there was definitely some new apprehension that easily radiated off him.
You may have had an inkling of why that may have been, so you did what any sane and loving partner would do for them.
You cornered him, oh so sweetly.
You tilted your head slightly, watching every little reaction cross his face, a small amused smile tugging at your lips.
“Are you well, love?” you asked softly, almost innocently.
Tomás swallowed.
“Mhm.”
A lie.
A very bad one.
You hummed, letting your fingers brush along the front of his neck, watching him shiver and gulp heavily.
Ahh, this is too easy.
Your smile widened just slightly.
“Tomás.”
“…Yes?”
“Why do you keep looking at me like I’m going to eat you?” you asked playfully.
His expression twisted slightly.
“W-What… do you mean?”
“You’re looking at me like I’m going to devour you at any second.”
“I’m really not.”
“You flinched when I kissed your neck earlier.”
He let out an embarrassed scoff, eyes flitting away from you.
“That was because you bit me.”
“I did not.”
“I felt your fangs, you totally did.”
You stared at him for a moment before laughing softly under your breath.
Tomás groaned quietly, pouting up at you laughing at him.
“It was just…” he muttered weakly, “Kung Lao found this article and then Johnny kept talking and suddenly everyone was discussing how female black widows kill their mates after reproducing and now Bi-Han keeps glaring at me every time you sit next to me like I’m already dead.”
You burst into laughter.
Tomás only looked more conflicted by that.
“It’s not funny,” he mumbled.
“It is very funny.”
“You stared at me during dinner yesterday.”
“I was thinking.”
“You smiled afterward.”
“Because you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“That is not reassuring.”
You gently cupped his face, thumbs brushing against flushed cheeks.
You laughed again, leaning forward until your breath fanned his lips.
“If I wanted to kill you,” you whispered softly, “you would not still be sitting here.”
Tomás stared at you in silence.
“…You guys seriously need to stop saying things like that.”
“Oh?”
“Kuai said almost the exact same thing yesterday.”
“That’s because he’s smart.”
“No, you people just like terrifying me.”
Despite his “wariness”, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer against him automatically.
You smiled knowingly and kissed the tip of his nose.
“...Want to test out that theory?” you murmur teasingly
Tomás squirmed beneath you, an unsure look on his face, yet it seemed curiosity won.
“You… you promise not to eat me?”
“Let’s find out.”
Kuai Liang
Kuai Liang was a passionate man in every aspect of his life.
Work, duty, love, devotion.
He approached everything with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming sometimes. When he cared, he cared completely. There was no half-heartedness in him, no uncertainty.
So it’s a little suspicious when he starts lacking in the love department.
More specifically?
Sex.
Those who have had the pleasure of bedding a man like Kuai Liang, unfortunately, have the knowledge of how relentless the man is. Equal parts loving and filthy, treating his partners like they hung the stars while ruining them beyond repair.
So why the fuck have the two of you not had any type of intimate interactions for the past two weeks.
No forehead kisses.
No wandering hands late at night.
No heated kisses between chores with filthy promises whispered between them.
Nothing.
At first, you assumed he was simply exhausted.
The long hours of training, endless responsibilities, and back-to-back missions had clearly been taking a toll on him lately. The Lin Kuei had kept Kuai Liang painfully busy these past few weeks.
But even then, he’d never been the type to withdraw from you completely.
If anything, the stress only made him clingier.
Now every time you sat on his lap, his entire body would tense beneath you.
Whenever your lips brushed against his throat, you could physically hear him stop breathing for a second, like he was bracing for something catastrophic to happen.
And gods forbid you wrapped yourself around him.
One of the few times you lazily draped yourself across his body and wound your limbs around him affectionately, the man had gone visibly pale before slowly wrapping his arms around you in return.
“Alright, fess up.” you glared at him as you finally cornered him one evening.
“....What?” he asked, looking up from where he sat with a confused expression.
You narrowed your eyes and slowly began walking toward him.
“What is wrong with you lately?” you demanded. “And do not say ‘nothing’ because I swear to the gods, Kuai Liang, you’ve been acting strange for two weeks.”
His posture immediately stiffened.
You kept approaching him slowly, arms crossed over your chest as suspicion continued building.
“What are you hiding from me, huh?”
To your absolute disbelief, Kuai Liang actually paled slightly as you got closer.
“...I’m not hiding anything.” he murmured.
“Kuai.”
“I’m not,” he insisted again, though the way his brows furrowed already gave him away.
You stared at him flatly.
“Then how come we haven’t been intimate lately?” you questioned.
“What do you mean?” he blinked.
“Kuai Liang,” you deadpanned, “you haven’t fucked me in two weeks.”
The man nearly choked on air.
“You can barely keep your hands to yourself on a normal day,” you continued, arms crossing over your chest. “And suddenly you haven’t touched me in damn near half a month?”
“I…”
“What?” you frowned impatiently, “What is it you're hiding from me?”
“I’m not hiding anything!” he insisted, crossing his arms across his chest. “I just… “
He hesitated.
“...It’s embarrassing,” he mumbled.
“Huh?”
Kuai rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh.
“You’re a black widow…”
“....Yeah?”
“And..” he averted his eyes from yours, “you know how female black widows…. mate…”
You stood silent for a moment, staring at him as the phrase replayed in your head before realization dawned on you.
A snort came out before you quickly smothered a hand over your mouth.
Kuai let out a quiet huff at that before moving his face away from you, ears turning red.
“You… Kuai…” you tried gently before you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the look he had on his face.
He looked painfully serious about his statement and perhaps a bit scared at that simple fact.
“Oh gods, you think I’m going to eat you after sex?” you cackled at him.
Kuai refused to look at you and just shrugged lamely.
“Maybe not literally…” he muttered, somewhat defensively.
“Oh sweetie,” you cooed, giggling before saunteering right up to him.
You perched yourself on his lap, arms winding around his neck, mischievous look in your eyes.
“..What are you—!”
“Nom.”
Kuai flinched beneath you as he felt your teeth lightly press against his neck, which only made you start cackling again.
“This is not funny,” he murmured into your shoulder.
“Oh this is downright hilarious,” you giggled into his neck, before placing a soft kiss on it.
You felt him shiver beneath you, making you smile and laugh softly.
“You’re so silly, love,” you murmured gently. “I would never eat you.”
Kuai only grunted before letting out a defeated sigh and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.
“I was just… concerned…” he muttered.
You hummed, chuckling once more, before threading your fingers through his hair.
“My poor little flame,” you teased.
“....Johnny made it worse.”
“Of course he did.”
Bi-Han
He wasn’t avoiding you.
Truly.
What kind of man would that make him?
We’re talking about Bi-Han here—the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.
A man largely feared and respected in equal measure, trusted by the Fire God as Earthrealm’s first line of protection, and has fearlessly entered many battles that wished to claim his soul but ended up unsuccessful.
To say he was avoiding anyone, much less you, was—simply put—absurd.
No, he was simply being observant and maintaining a respectable amount of distance as one should have in public.
As a Grandmaster should.
“Bi-Han.”
You pretended not to notice the minuscule flinch he gave at the sudden sound of your voice.
He cleared his throat almost immediately before turning to face you, expression settling back into its usual cold neutrality with practiced ease.
“Yes?”
“Are you busy?”
“Not necessarily.”
You hummed softly, closing the distance between the both of you before placing a hand lightly on his chest. You felt his body still beneath you, muscle tensing up.
Your brow arched slightly as you looked up at him, though Bi-Han pointedly ignored the expression and continued staring down at you with careful composure.
“Do you… require something?” he asked slowly.
“Mmm,” you teased softly, tracing a finger up the center of his chest before lightly grazing the side of his neck. “Is affection too much to ask for?”
Despite his steady gaze and calm but watchful demeanor, you could feel his pulse racing beneath your fingertip.
“...I suppose not,” he replied carefully, taking your wrist in his hand and removing your hand from caressing his neck any further.
Your lips quirked in amusement.
“Bi-Han.”
“...Yes?”
“Are you nervous?” you asked innocently.
Bi-Han’s brows furrowed, almost unconsciously.
“What gave you that impression?”
“No reason,” you chuckled softly. “Just a harmless question, dear.”
He frowned at you, staring at you once more before grunting and taking a subtle step away from you.
You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
Bi-Han’s brow furrowed.
“I have yet to hear your answer,” you said with amusement in your tone.
You already knew why he was acting this way.
Tomás had very kindly informed you about the disastrous spider-related discussion that had somehow spiraled into a conversation about black widow mating habits. Apparently the entire ordeal had left a much deeper impression on certain members of the Lin Kuei than others.
Namely the one standing in front of you.
Still, watching Bi-Han pretend it hadn’t affected him in the slightest was proving endlessly entertaining.
“I am not,” he replied curtly.
Your lips curled slyly, closing the space between you both before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“Spiders can sense fear, you know?”
You felt him completely freeze as you ran your lips teasingly along the pulsing vein in his throat, feeling the sudden hitch in his breathing.
You pulled back just enough to glance up at him, catching him with wide eyes and lips slightly parted, fear blatantly lurking under his carefully maintained composure.
You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped your lips shortly after as you stumbled backwards, clutching at your stomach.
Bi-Han stared down at you with a frown on his face, eyes still narrowing at you.
“....This is not funny.” he muttered, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.
“Yes it is,” you snickered.
Bi-Han scowled at you.
“You are enjoying this too much. Quit it.”
“Nah.”
“Y/n.”
You burst into laughter again as you watched his scowl deepened as he attempted, and failed miserably, to hide the fact that he was pouting. He looked like a disgruntled child who’d just been told he couldn’t have his favorite sweet.
Bi-Han sighed and moved to sit down at his desk, grumbling to himself beneath his breath.
You finally managed to cease your giggles, a smile still spread over your lips as you approached him once more.
“Dear,” you said softly, affection coloring your voice despite the lingering amusement, “I have no intention of eating you. Not now. Not ever.”
Bi-Han sighed, looking at you silently for a moment, before exhaling and extending his hand toward you.
“Very well.”
You gently grasped his hand, letting him pull you closer and settle you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a slightly possessive manner.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then Bi-Han lowered his head slightly, his voice quiet as it brushed against your ear.
“Even if I were,” he murmured, the faintest hint of fondness threading through the words, “I suppose there are worse fates than being claimed by you.”
You could only smile at him and pull him closer for a sweet kiss.
apoyas la union de harumi y kuai liang? porque io no, no me funes amigue
Mmmm, tbh I don't really have too much of a strong opinion on it? Like obvi the only reason they ended up married is cuz of canon—Scorpion and Harumi for lifers yk, but idk. I would have like to see a different pair or maybe wven just a new side character and have Hanzo stay with her instead of Kuai Liang just bc in that timeline he became Scorpion yk? it's an iffy thing
Amigue extraño mucho tus actualizaciones diarias cada que entro siempre priorizo si actualizaste 😔😔😔
AMIGAAAAA 🥹🥹 jejeje yeah i liked updating daily but i'm busy asf most days and that became hard to do 😭😭😭 pero who knows, maybe i'll pick up the schedule again some day 🤩🤩
Warnings: NSFW, bondage themes, restraint play, power dynamics, dominance/submission undertones, possessive behavior, teasing, edging, overstimulation, sensory play, praise kink undertones, use of toys
A/N: actually refreshing to write for her, hopefully it wasn't too off character
Request By: Anon
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✧ First of all
✧ She does it casually
✧ Like it’s not even a big deal
✧ You’ll just be talking normally, just going about your day
✧ Suddenly you feel hair your wrists
✧ Her hair moves like it has a mind of its own
✧ Always just wanting to be wrapped around a part of you
✧ One second it’s flowing behind her
✧ The next, it’s wrapping around your body, almost gently at first
✧ She won’t do much in public, so as quickly as it happens it goes away
✧ But in the privacy behind closed doors is a different story
✧ She allows her hair to wrap around you like silk restraints
✧ She adores the control it gives her—you give her
✧ She also loves how good you look with her hair wrapped around you
✧ Loves to watch you squirm in front of her as the smooth silkiness of it tickles your skin ever so softly
✧ Sometimes you’re bold enough to try the restraints, tugging and pulling this and that way
✧ She only raises a brow at you, amused almost
✧ “Struggling will not help you, dear.”
✧ The grip is surprisngly firm, almost like an actual rope, but it doesn’t brush against your skin harshly
✧ She knows exactly how much pressure to use
✧ Enough to keep you in place
✧ Never enough to actually harm you (unless you ask her to)
✧ Will absolutely tilt your chin up with her hair and force you to keep your eyes on her
✧ “Eyes on me.”
✧ She finds your reactions amusing
✧ The way you freeze as your face heats up, unable to do anything but squirm under her intense gaze
✧ She can only chuckle darkly as a lazy smirk appears on her face at the sight of you becoming aroused at the situation
✧ “What do we have here, hmm?”
✧ If you’re being particularly stubborn, she’ll bind both your wrists behind your back
✧ Will look at you with a disapproving look
✧ “Must I remind you who you belong to?”
✧ Says it so softly, yet you can sense the dangerous undercurrent of authority and possession in her voice
✧ Has held you suspended in the air with no chance of escape as she pleases your body to her satisfaction
✧ She’s even held you down with it as she’s used the many, many toys in her arsenal
✧ You and overstimulation have become the bestest of friends due to this
✧ So have you and edging, since you also look just so pretty and pathetic when you’re writhing due to her ripping away your orgasm for the tenth time that night
✧ She doesn’t need to do it, she’s got plenty of ropes and silk ribbons to do it for her
✧ She just likes to
✧ Because she can
✧ And because you look very pretty when you realize you’re completely at her mercy
✧ “Such a lovely expression… Do not hide it, dear. You look exquisite like this.”
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Sypnosis: You and Robert come home from a sweet date night only to find your children turned the house into a glitter-covered war zone and Waterboy into their unwilling princess babysitter.
Pairing(s): Robert Robertson III (Mecha Man) x Reader, ft. Herman (Waterboy)
Warnings: domestic fluff, babysitting gone catastrophically wrong, exhausted babysitter syndrome, weaponized five-year-old affection, gremlin behavior at maximum capacity
A/N: this was too cute, i kept giggling every few minutes
Requested by: @cookieshakr
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Your intertwined hands swung back and forth as you both walked home from your sweet little date night.
The city lights reflected softly against Robert’s face, easing the harsher lines of his features while his massive hand practically swallowed yours whole every time your fingers tightened around his.
It had been nice.
Normal, even.
A small picnic dinner, just the two of you on a nearby hilltop. Peanut butter jelly sandwiches, chips and coke serving as witnesses to your romantic night wrapped in jokes, laughter and quiet affection.
Sure, most people probably wanted something fancier. Something more extravagant than a couple of poorly assembled sandwiches and convenience store snacks.
But you?
This was more than enough.
“Babe,” you snickered, nudging him lightly. “C’mere.”
“Hm?” he glanced down at you curiously before bending slightly toward you.
“You’re so messy,” you chided, brushing crumbs from the corner of his mouth. “Christ, did Chase not teach you manners when he babysat you?”
He rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle as he straightened again. “I just know how to appreciate fine dining, that’s all.”
“Fine dining? Please,” you snorted.
He let out a fake wounded gasp, face twisting into exaggerated offense.
“That hurt my feelings, y’know? And my wallet.”
“Oh, woe is you,” you teased. “You gonna cry?”
“I open my heart to you and this is the cruelty I receive,” he lamented dramatically, though the grin tugging at his lips ruined the act. “My heart will never recover.”
You laughed, sticking your tongue out at him as you climbed the few steps toward your shared home.
Nothing could have prepared either of you for the sight waiting on the other side of the door.
“ON GUARD!” your daughter roared before launching herself across the room, crashing straight into her brother and tangling both of them into a chaotic pile of limbs.
Your son responded with a near inhuman screech before immediately biting her while making feral little gremlin noises.
Both you and Robert froze.
Crayons littered the floor.
Blankets and couch cushions were scattered everywhere.
Glitter somehow coated half the living room.
And slime…
There was slime stuck to the wall that was absolutely going to leave a stain once you peeled it off.
“What the…” you muttered.
“I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO HARM THE PRINCESS!” your daughter yelled again while wrestling her giggling sibling.
“…Princess?” Robert mumbled before movement caught the corner of his eye.
In the corner of the room sat Waterboy, fidgeting awkwardly with a face red enough to rival a stop sign.
“O-oh! H-hi, uh… sorry about the m-mess…” he greeted nervously.
Yet again, both of you blinked, trying to process what exactly you were looking at.
Waterboy was covered head to toe in random accessories.
A green feather boa hung around his shoulders. Several plastic necklaces clattered against his chest. Your daughter’s fake press-on nails decorated his fingers, and a sparkly pink tiara rested proudly on his head.
Judging by the makeup smeared across his face, he’d also been forced through an entire makeover session.
Blue glittery eyeshadow.
Patchy hot pink blush.
Bright red lipstick messily smeared across his lips.
“Herman…” you gawked. “Are you… what the hell happened?”
Poor man looked like he lost custody of his dignity three hours ago and never recovered. Babysitting really is just psychological warfare with Goldfish crackers and glitter.
“I-I can explain,” he blurted immediately.
“You better,” Robert said slowly, staring at the glitter somehow embedded into his eyebrows. “Because right now it looks like you lost a war.”
“I did lose a war,” Waterboy muttered weakly.
“HE’S THE PRINCESS!” your daughter corrected loudly from the floor.
Waterboy squeaked at that.
Your son immediately lunged at him from behind the couch with the energy of a caffeinated raccoon.
“HOLD HIM DOWN!”
Robert physically recoiled. “Jesus Christ.”
Water erupted from the air instantly on instinct, catching your son mid-flight before he could tackle him directly into the coffee table.
The child dangled there laughing maniacally while Waterboy looked one stress-induced heart attack away from death.
“T-they figured out I can make…rides,” he admitted miserably.
As if summoned by those exact words, your daughter gasped dramatically.
“SHOW THEM THE WATERSLIDE!”
“Hm?” you blinked.
“N-no,” Waterboy answered immediately.
“SHOW THEM!”
“Uh… that’s n-not a good id—.”
“SHOW THEM!”
He looked at Robert like a hostage begging for rescue.
Robert folded his arms. “Well then. Go on.”
“You’re e-enjoying this.”
“A little.”
Before Waterboy could continue defending himself, your son escaped the floating water bubble and sprinted toward Robert at full speed.
“DAD! DAD! UNCLE ERMIE MADE A DEATH TUBE!”
Robert paused.
“…A what?”
Your daughter grabbed your hand excitedly and began dragging you further into the house.
“It goes WHOOOOSH and then BAM and then he catches us before we hit the wall!”
You turned slowly toward Waterboy.
“Herman.”
“W-well… it sounds… it sounds worse than it is.”
“It sounds exactly like what CPS writes reports about.”
“I didn’t mean to-to make it that fast!”
Robert finally cracked, laughing under his breath as he walked deeper into the disaster zone. He crouched slightly, picking up one of the couch cushions covered in glitter.
“…Why is there slime on the ceiling?”
Your daughter proudly raised her hand.
“That was me!”
“…How?”
She stood there in silence before shrugging and skipping away.
“Honestly,” Waterboy sighed, “I stopped asking after the pirate incident.”
“The WHAT incident?”
Your son pointed dramatically toward the kitchen.
“Captain Uncle Ermie fought the evil sea monster!”
Robert peeked around the corner.
The “sea monster” was apparently just your mop wearing googly eyes and wrapped in tape.
“Huh….creative,” Robert admitted.
“You are being suspiciously supportive right now,” you accused.
“I wasn’t the one left unsupervised with tiny supervillains.”
“You abandoned him.”
Waterboy raised his hand shyly, “I-I really wasn’t….”
Your daughter suddenly climbed onto the couch beside him, carefully grabbing his face with both tiny hands.
“Unckie Ermie,” she whispered seriously, somehow smearing more lipstick onto his cheek, “you’re the prettiest princess.”
He froze.
The poor man looked emotionally unprepared for affection delivered by a five-year-old wearing a yellow blanket cape and one frilly sock.
“…I…I-I….” he stammered quietly.
Only, your son immediately ruined the moment by screaming.
“PRINCESS ATTACK!!”
He launched himself directly at Waterboy.
Water, once more, exploded upward in panic.
Your children shrieked as he accidentally created a massive swirling water tunnel across the living room, lifting both kids safely into the air while they spun around laughing.
Robert stared upward as one child flew past the ceiling fan.
“…Okay,” he said slowly. “That’s actually kind of cool.”
“HERMAN!”
“I P-PANICKED!”
You buried your face in your hands laughing hopelessly while Robert finally lost the battle against his own amusement.
And honestly?
Watching him sit there covered in dollar-store glam makeup while your children treated him like a magical disney attraction was maybe the happiest your house had looked in weeks.
Sypnosis: You and Johnny Cage attend a private intel meeting
Pairing(s): Johnny Cage x Sergeant!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, explicit sexual content, rough sex, workplace sex, desk sex, dirty talk, praise/teasing, mutual teasing, power dynamics (not rlly), semi-public hookup, protected sex
A/N: the music i was listening to while writing this was so far from sexy or in the mood 💀
Requested by: Anon
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“Quiet!" You hissed, only for you to throw your head back and whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Johnny let out a breathless chuckle, leaning back slightly as he pistoned his hips into yours.
"Don't think I'm the one you should be scolding, sweetheart," he teased, grasping your thigh and hiking it up further up his waist while he pushed the other one away, spreading you open.
"Johnny!" you gasped, arching your back against the desk as his cock mushed up your insides deliciously.
"Should be telling her that," he mused, hand coming down to rub at your slicked clit, "Kind of mean of her don't you think? I'm treating her so nicely and here she is trying to get me in trouble."
"Shut up…" you mumbled, face on fire at him referring to your pussy as a whole other individual being. "Stop talking like that, christ."
"I'm just saying," he shrugged, "Making her feel good, can feel her getting so tight, gripping me so hard," he grunted as he continued to bully his hips against yours, cock hitting every spot mercilessly causing you to clench rhythmically around him. "And here she is, trying to cut our fun time short. That's just mean."
"We're n-not even supposed to… be doing this," you panted, biting down on another loud moan that threatened to escape you. "We were supposed to be going o-over… the intel… for tomorrow's i-infiltration!"
"Ahh well… definitely infiltrating something right now." he snickered.
"Shut the fuck up, oh my god," you groaned, smacking him on the biceps.
He grinned down at you, "Yes Sarnt."
You rolled your eyes again.
His old ass can really be infuriating at times but there’s not much you can say or do since his dick is of top quality afterall.
“Just make me cum,” you huffed out, before smirking. “Don’t wanna accidentally throw your hips out of place.”
He responded with a smirk.
“Want me to call the other me? Sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Mmm, sure. He’ll definitely move faster,” you joked.
He leaned in, his voice low and husky. “Yeaaahh, but he won’t be able to make you feel like this.” He raised a leg up to the table for leverage before rolling his hips forward with heavy thrusts.
“Fuck!”
“This comes with experience and knowledge,” he winked down at you.
“Y-you… fuck you,” you growled helplessly, hand coming up to clamp over your mouth to smother the noises spilling from you.
He chuckled, amusement heavy in his eyes. “Aren’t you already doing that, sweetheart?”
You turned your head sideways, refusing to meet his gaze, brows pinched in pleasure as you felt your high creeping up on you.
“Oh? Giving me the silent treatment? That’s fine,” he grunted, swiveling his hips roughly to hit every spot inside you. “She’s talking plenty for the both of you.”
And she really was.
Your sloppy cunt couldn’t help but be so delighted by the treatment she was receiving, deciding to drip down messily along his length, wet enough for the wet smacks to echo in the room.
“J-Johnny… close—” you grit your teeth, hand snapping down to grip at his wrist.
“Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.” he cooed, speeding up the pace on your clit with his thumb, making you arch off the desk.
You came with a breathless gasp, your voice barely above a whisper, as his grip on you tightened, your body electrified by the pleasure coursing through you.
Johnny let out a low groan, hips stuttering against yours one last time.
For a moment, you just lay there, catching your breath, the world slowing to a stop around you. Johnny finally shifted, his leg dropping to the floor with a soft thud. He let out a loud groan of discomfort, rubbing his side absentmindedly.
“I’m really getting too old for this shit.” he complained, pulling out of you gently with a soft sigh.
As he began to pull away, you couldn't help but laugh, a little breathlessly. "Oh, come on," you teased, rolling onto your side to watch him quickly dress and dispose of the condom. Johnny shot you a look, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he rolled his eyes.
The moment was short-lived, as you heard the sound of footsteps outside, growing louder.
“Alright, alright. Let’s clean up before Cass or someone else walks in.”
Maybe then you wouldn’t have ended up trapped in this situation.
But then again…
Maybe opening your mouth had been the best mistake you’d ever made.
At least, that’s what your squelching pussy was telling you.
Moans spilled freely from your lips, no longer caring about how loud you were after the countless orgasms they had already dragged from you.
You were currently sprawled on your back, trembling thighs pinned tightly against your chest as Tomás groaned hotly above you, driving his hips harshly into yours.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, his hands seared around your ankles to keep you perfectly folded beneath him. “Taking me so fucking well, pretty princess.”
You gasped, stars swimming in your vision as the tip of his cock brushed relentlessly against your cervix over and over again.
“T-Tomás, plea—ah!” you cried out.
“I know, I know,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. “I got you, pretty girl. Don’t worry. I’ll fill you up so nicely… give you a pretty baby.”
Your face flushed hotly at his words, another broken moan slipping from your lips as he pressed harder against your cervix, forcing himself as deep as physically possible.
Right.
You had made the mistake of mentioning that you wanted to be a mother someday.
It hadn’t even been directed at them. They weren’t supposed to be in the room—or so you thought—when you casually brought it up while talking to your friend.
Just harmless chatter between the two of you before she tilted her head and asked the question that doomed you completely.
“Who do you want to be the father first?”
You had shrugged, giving a careless answer that apparently altered the trajectory of your entire evening.
“Whoever knocks me up first, I guess. First come, first serve?” you joked.
That conversation had happened hours ago, with all three men promptly entering the room afterward and snatching you away from your friend, dragging you straight to your bed.
Kuai scoffed from beside you, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hand trailed down your abdomen, stopping right above where your uterus would be.
“After me, of course,” he murmured, smiling down at you as he pressed his palm down harder, making you feel every thrust being driven into you.
“You say that, but look how I’m fucking your cum out of her,” Tomás shot back with a smug grin. “Pretty girl knows which load she should actually be keeping inside.”
Kuai glared at him before shrugging lazily.
“It’s alright. I’ll just have to fill her up twice as much.”
“A useless feat, I assure you,” came a deep voice from your other side, a cool hand coming up to gently caress your face.
Your dazed gaze flicked toward the sound, landing on Bi-Han’s calm expression as he looked at his brothers with clear unimpressed annoyance.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Kuai challenged lazily.
Bi-Han rolled his eyes.
“Because,” he replied smoothly, “she knows exactly whose cum she’s supposed to make sure takes first.”
His eyes slowly lowered to you.
He gently grasped your jaw, forcing your full attention onto him alone.
“Aren’t I correct, wǒ de xuěhuā?” he murmured, a dark smile curling onto his lips. “Going to be a good girl and make sure to take my seed first, mm?”
“M-Mhmm…” you mewl dumbly, taking his thumb between your lips as it brushes them.
“Don’t let yourself be bullied babe,” Tomás pouted at you, tilting your hips upwards a bit, heavy thrust making sure to hit deep inside. “Besides, you know I’m gonna knock you up first. We’re gonna make a pretty girl just like her momma.” he leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth.
“Our son will be strong and protect their mother,” Bi-han hummed above you, thumb pining down your tongue, keeping your lips parted so your sweet sounds echoed around the room.
Kuai had crept closer, his mouth capturing your other nipple. “Children these two,” he rolled his eyes before locking his dark gaze with yours. “See how difficult they’re being? That’s why I’m gonna be the one to breed this pussy right.” he grinned.
“Y-you… guhh..” you tried to speak, Bi-han only raising a brow at you as he still held your tongue down.
“Shit…” Tomás muttered as his hips began to stutter against yours, feeling you tighten up on him. “Go ahead and milk me baby.”
You let out a pathetic whine as you felt a warmth fill you up yet once again, Tomás pressing his hips flush against yours as he lets out a heavy groan.
You could feel every pulse as he spilled into you, cock jumping inside you with every jet of white spilling from the slit.
“Atta girl…” he mumbles, placing a rough bite on your collar bone.
He slowly eased his grip on you, allowing your legs to lower and wrap around his waist, hips grinding gently to push his cum deeper.
Bi-Han withdrew his thumbs from between your lips, and a glob of saliva connected you until it broke apart.
“My turn,” he growled, “Time to show you how it’s done.”
You yelped as you were manhandled onto all fours, shivering when he trailed his hand down your back and pushed you down, creating a beautiful arch.
You felt his length glide up and down your slit, smearing around the previous release that was now leaking out of you.
“You... Bi-Han…” you whimpered, your hand reaching back to place a palm on his abdomen.
“Ready, àirén?” he murmured, before sliding his thick length inside.
“I hope you are, because we’re not stopping anytime soon.”
