Joel Dealing with His Girlfriend (pre-wifey): Milestone
Joel x F!Reader
Set when Joel and reader are still dating
Warnings: Talking about soft dicks. Joel goes to pound town. multiple orgasms. fucking until unconscious.
18+ ONLY
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A typical Saturday evening with your boyfriend usually involved you reading in bed while your aforementioned boyfriend hugged your abdomen and rested. Joel is coddled up against your stomach, breathing deeply into your shirt. His face smothered in your scent and touch. Body lax, breathing deep and steady. One leg tossed over your calf. Sometimes you’d run your fingers through his fluffy messy tuff of hair, earning low purrs from deep within his chest. He'd nuzzle his nose against your tummy with a soft grin.
It suddenly dawned on you.
You put your book down , accidentally smacking his head where he let out an 'oomf' into your stomach.
“Why have I never seen you soft before?” you ask.
Joel had started getting used to these kinds of questions from you. Something told him early on this is likely what life with you would be like, so might as well get used to it. He barely reacted aside from casually grumbling into your body: “S’never a time where you n’ me in the same room, and ya lookin’ at my dick, and it wouldn't be hard.”
But that wasn’t good enough for you. “That can’t be true. Roll over right now.”
But Joel didn’t budget.
So you used your surprising leg strength and flipped him like a pancake.
Joel tossed over easily, but the way your eyes laser beamed down at his crotch made him cover the area sheepishly with the pillow.
You saw it anyway, the clear print tent on his front jutting out.
“Are you hard right now??” You ask in disbelief.
“When ya lookin’ at me like that? Of course I am!” He retorts defensively, shifting his hardened dick to a more comfortable, more discrete location without his trousers.
“I’m not lookin at you any different way.”
“Every look ya give me makes me hard…” he admits. His ears turned red.
“But... When will I be able to see it soft…” you draw your eyes into a cute pout.
Joel rolls his eyes. “When I’m dead probably. I can't stay soft when I’m with you.”
“So you’re just walking around with a boner all day every day?”
“No. It’s only after I get to see you.”
You suck your cheek in, looking away. You don’t want him to notice the unavoidable grin plastered on your face from his open and unashamed confession.
You tap your finger on your book for a moment.
"I want to see it soft," you declare.
Joel lets out a chuckle. "Never gonna happen."
"I've known you for a year. I have to know. its like. A milestone. Or something..."
He raises his brow.
You double down. "'Or something', I said! Its a thing. Look it up." When he doesn't relent, you get up on your knees, tossing the book aside. "What do I have to do to make it soft."
Joel laughs, leaning back with one hand behind his head. "You know, there you have been in the same room as me when i've been soft many times, babygirl. Always the same situation."
"Why don't I remember??"
"Cus you're always too fucked out droolin' in the sheets by then," he says cockily.
Something about his smug sexy grin riles you up, and you quickly find yourself straddling atop him.
His hands instinctively seek purchase on your thighs, stroking them up and down while his eyes racked up and down the gorgeous sight of you on top of him. "This ain't helpin' ya get any closer to seein' the 8th wonder of the world..." He hums. To emphasize his point, he drags your clothed mound against his bulge.
It made your insides warm and fuzzy for a moment, your brain slipping into that dizzy realm of pleasure. The one that makes you sway and melt, do whatever the hell Joel wants, and sleep so good afterwards--
No! you were determined to see that thing floppin' around like a deflated wet balloon, even if it was the last thing you saw!
"I need you to get soft."
"Its too late. Im rock hard."
"Make it go backwards!"
"Cant go backwards. Only go forward. Care to find out?" He teases with a smirk. Joel sucks his lower lip as he slowly starts a steady rhymth, rocking you in place, his feet planted a little more firmly so you had no chance of escaping.
You let out a low whine. The only way out, was through. For as long as Joel knew you, you never backed out of a challege.
You also never really win at these things... but he loved how that fact never stopped you.
1 hour later...
The most desperate, pained, pleasurable croak you could muster gets muffled into the betsheets as you bite down on the fabric.
"Ah huh. How ya doin' sweatpea?" Joel huffs. Powerful hips drive into your ass repeatedly, his hands gripping your waist like he meant to leave bruises there. Each thrust sent your forehead scraping forward against the mattress. It took all your night not to fall off the side of the bed.
This fucker! you thought. How the fuck does he do this?
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he expertly angles his cock down, smacking your g spot repeatedly.
Like always, you'd lost count of your orgasms. Like always, you stopped using coherent words and instead resorted to babbling whines to communicate. and Like always, Joel wasn't anywhere near slowing down.
"I ain't hear you, baby." He lays his body closer to yours, chest top your back, slotting against you like a mould. Slow, deep, method rolls keeps his tip planted deep inside you.
He was so solid inside your body. Outside your body. all over you, all of him. His scent, his taste, his touch. Intoxicating and addicting over and over again.
That fucker!
You could feel his breath tickle your as he whispers: "You still waitin' to see it soft?"
Thirty minutes ago you would have ground your teeth and stuck it out with your middle finger up, ass even higher, and mind set to the sky.
But now?
Now you just hummed stupidly, eyes blurry with tears, and brain so switched off, its a miracle you could ever form a thought.
It took less than 20 minutes from that before you were face planted, unconscious in his pillow, a drooling sight he never got tired of.
Joel laid back next to you. He sighed heavily, body ablaze with sweat. You didn't notice it, but he had cum three times, and he was beat. That was usually his max, granted he had saved all week until he could get his hands on you. He was patient like that, waiting for when you'd be in the mood, and not pouncing on ya. Sex was better when you were a stubborn, determined little thing.
But he was exhausted. and true to his word, his cock sagged tiredly against his lower belly.
Joel raises his brow before brushing the hair from your face. If there was a chance you were awake to peak it, you would have shown sign of being alive right now. Instead, despite his best effort to poke your cheek awake, you snored deeply. A well earned rest.
A chuckle escapes his chest. "So much for milestones," he says to himself. He doesn't stop brushing your hair gently from your face. His thumb grazing the soft expanse of your cheek.
"My girl," he hums softly.
He remembered the first time you slept at his place over a year ago, and the thought of waking up to you like this every day plagued his mind.
Its the same thought that tumbles through his mind as he rolls the little velvet box in his hand. He keeps flicking it open, then closed, and the beautiful diamond ring flashes at him repeatedly.
"Whatdda think? You gonna like it?" He asks to your unconscious body, presenting the ring.
you let out an even louder snore.
"Yeah. let's hope that's a yes."
Joel tucks the ring back in his bedside drawer. Not today.
Some day.
Then, the thought dawned on him. A terrible, awful, unthought of one that could thwart that dream from every happening.
What if you said no, all because you never saw him soft???
doing that "babe i saw (bf’s best friend’s name) on tinder!" prank on joel (maybe the best friend could be tommy lmao. search it up if you don’t know what the prank is <3)
There were few things that gave you more joy than teasing your incredibly dumb hot competent adoring himbo huspand.
You knew this one was risky, though. But almost every time, over stepping your bounds either resulted in comforting your big teddy bear, who knew you loved him too much to be serious, or getting the ass fucking of the centry.
Both were happy endings.
Taking a deep breath, you look up from your phone. Joel was reading on the couch, his glasses perched up on his big nose. Meaty palm gently stroking your calves, with your feet in his lap, holding the page open for him. God, he looked so cozy and comfortable. so fuckable.
Please let this ending be a rough couch fuck.
"Hey Joel, guess what?" you whisper.
Joel's ear perks up. he presses his finger to the line he left off, eager not to keep you waiting, before glancin up and pearing at you over his spectacles. "Hmm?"
You bite your lip "I found Tommy's Tinder."
Joel blinks at you a few times, silent.
"Tommy's tinker?"
you close your eyes. GOD he's so fucking old.
you flip the phone to him. The Tinder app shined brightly on his face, and he could make out the photo of his brother (of which you had made... and set the profile to inactive. Just to not take this joke one step too far for Maria's sake). Joel couldn't tell though. he smudged his fat finger against the screen and scrolled down, one brow raised.
The anticipation was killing you. Joel reading through all the little made up tibbits one by one, not saying anything. swiping on the photos, making some uncertain faces about the choices.
Then, finally, he asks, "I don't get it. What is this?"
"Its a dating app..." you hold your breath at the end.
He doesn't notice.
"Uh. okay."
You had to wait. It was something about men, things not always clicking the first time. Even as brilliant as the man in front of you was, he was no exception to the vegetative loading state--
'OH."
his jaw drops, and maybe, just maybe--!
"The heck he doin' on there? Maria know??"
He doesn't wait for you to interject before he's dialin' his little brother's nunmber. it rings once.
"yello," Tommy replies through the receiver.
"Hey man--you aint tell me you're on some datin app. What's goin' on?"
"I'm not? what're you talking about?"
'Its uh-" Joel picks up your phone again "grinder--"
"--WHAT??--"
"TINDER. Its TINDER," you rush to clarify loudly.
"Oh, 'tinder', she says." Joel shrugs. same thing.
But Tommy hearing you there told him everything he needed to know. Oh, Tommy Miller knew you. Knew the type of shit you'd do to drive Joel up a wall. Knew you were probably waiting on the edge of your seat for the last five minutes for Joel to 'get' it, you little devil.
Tommy sighs, deciding revenge to bite you in the ass would help get him back. "Hey Joel: why don't you ask your wife how she would even know i got a tinder profile? Hmm?"
Joel turns to you, a bright innocence in his eyes. "Hey babe, Tommy said i should ask how you would know he got a--"
And then the words die off. And Joel looks at the scream again. The fact that you were IN an app. that you had your own little set of home buttons...
Joel's eye's widen, the smile fading from his lips. "I'm gonna have to call you back," he says monotone to his brother, his gaze not dropping from you.
Tommy chuckles on the phone before hanging up. Job well done for him.
Not so great that Maria had been eaves dropping behind him, her arms folded, face scowled.
"You have a WHAT now?" she barks.
Tommy feels his face go pale. you fucker.
At home, Joel just stares at you. endlessly. vacantly.
That stare made you feel small . cornered.
like prey.
like a meal about to be devoured with all his mind body and so--
He folds his arms across his lap. There's a slight twinge of frown tugging at his lips with your smooth legs still touching him.
He takes a deep breath in, "Why you trying to set Tommy up with a gal who aint Maria? She do something to upset you, baby?"
Hi everyone! I'm posting on behalf of my friend Ari, @femmeanonymelives. Ari is short $120 on rent and she cannot get an extension. We are trying to prevent homelessness. She is working on getting a better paying job, but right now she needs to maintain housing.
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Just wondering if we’re getting part 3 of purpose? where reader gets knocked up with his babies cuz that was fucking stunning
Oh its on my mind...because....
What if Joel catches reader getting some 'practice' with Tommy?
And what happens when you end up pregnant, relieved and excited, oblivious to the storm brewing between brothers who cared more about claim than about your purpose?
When reader starts singing and the guy they have a crush on is like 😍
I wish i knew why. Maybe bc i used to come across so many fics which used this trope.
Also when there is a superdangerous situation, there is a capable person or team who can handle the situation, and someone tells reader to stay put, and they still try to be the hero (they're not trained to fight someone and they have no skill or idea to solve the issue, but they still go in and then get shot / kidnapped / stabbed / knocked out etc etc.)
And then reader is like "well i couldn't just do nothing!"
You should've. You just made the situation worse and put everybody in bigger danger cause they now don't only have to focus on the problem at hand but now they gotta help you, cause you wanted to be the center of attention 😭
Im hypocritical cuz ive done this too , it just makes sense, it helps separate time, it WORKS, but golly I hate looking at it. Its too much slant. My brain doesnt like it.
affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them
giving him head and looking up at him with big, soft eyes and he throws his head back in pleasure but also because he’ll cum right then and there if he stares at you for too long
I’d like to conduct an experiment with dr. richards which involves a hair tie, heavy eye contact and the pants of his cute jammies around his ankles for purely scientific reasons
Pedge I need your help ! I’m looking for a Javier Pena fic! In the story he and a coworker are kinda friends with benefits and she ends up pregnant and Messina their boss finds out before Javi and sends her home and basically sh sends him updates every week while she’s pregnant and he’s on the phone with her when she gives birth and then he messes up his job to get sent home to be with them !
Any help would be appreciated!
Oh this sounds spectacular! If anyone knows what this is , please let us know!
Frankie Morales x Benny's f!ex x Santiago Garcia | Rated: 18+ | word count: 4,068
Summary: You break and Benny break up and Santiago has a tub. Rub a dub dub.
warnings: weed smoking, break up, blow jobs, cumming on body parts, messy messy messy, sweaty people smashing pissers, men loving men is a good thing, longtime pining, subtle d / s overtones, threesome, everyone is high to various degrees, talk of bodies, mentions of weight gain, body appreciation, frankie is a cunning linguist, oral (both m & f receiving), dirty talking, santiago likes full bush and being cucked just a bit, santiago is a menace, frankie is a softy, some domesticity sneaks in bc beef
A/N: Let's all say hooooray for me FINALLY finishing a multi-part fic for the first time ever! Thank you to @for-a-longlongtime & @strang3lov3 for their love and support, to @noxturnalnymph & @bitchesuntitled for their eyes and sound judgement, and to @lotusbxtch for their yearning. This is the second part of an overdue submission for my #Santiago in the Tub challenge. Go me and my tardiness!
Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!
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Frankie seemed to slowly catch on to what was happening; his weed-fogged brain finally taking the hurdle over your very inaccurate comment about oil changes, and bringing him to the here and now. He stood up from the tub, soapy water dripping off his stomach and down his thick thighs. Both you and Santiago watched him rise, standing his full height. His fat body shining in the warm toned bathroom light, highlighting the damp thatch of pubic hair at the base of his semi-hard cock jutting out from below his belly.
An unintentional low groan escaped from both you and Santiago, causing Frankie to look between both of you, eyes nervous.
“What?”, he asked quietly.
You moved first. He was sporting a semi, and you needed something in you. And he looked good - real fucking good. You were focused on Frankie and getting his cock hard, but Santiago’s sudden grip on your wrist as you began to pass him caught you off guard.
“Oh Rabbit… baby… no.”, he cooed patronizingly as he pulled you towards him. “You’re in my house, in my bathroom, high on my weed. I call the shots, sweetheart. You want Frankie?”
You nodded dumbly at him, and he gave you a condescending lupine grin.
“Then get on your knees.”, Santiago said in a soft, dark command.
You could feel yourself getting wetter and your mouth began to water at the thought of having Frankie’s cock heavy on your tongue, feeling him harden between your lips. You sunk down and crawled towards Frankie.
“Atta girl…” Santiago’s praise carried the sound of his smile, watching your ass as you crawled on all fours towards Frankie.
You placed your hands on Frankie’s thighs and his large hand went into your hair, tugging you along as he backed towards the toilet and sat on the closed seat heavily.
“Come on, Fish…”, Santiago commanded in a low croon. “Rabbit needs one of her holes filled.”
Frankie swallowed hard, slack jawed and breathing quickly, his hand still in your hair, holding your head between his open thighs and facing up at him. His eyes were heavy and glassy, his wide pupils darted to your lips and back up. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. A bead of drool dripped down and landed on this thigh, and he let out an audible, guttural groan.
“Yeah… yeah, you do.”, he whispered huskily, his eyes flashing with something darker that you didn’t know was hiding in him, before gently tugging your head down to his cock. You wasted no time and greedily licked at his uncircumcised, semi hard cock. Your head bumped into his belly and he immediately stiffed and tried to suck it in.
“Don’t you dare-”
“Don’t do that-”
Both you and Santiago spoke at the same time. Frankie huffed and sat back against the toilet tank, swallowing hard and trying to get out of his head so you could blow him. Santiago seemingly couldn’t help himself, watching Frankie try and get over whatever insecurities were rumbling in his skull, and he stepped up next to him, leaning down. His hand went into Frankie’s curls and, much like the hold he had on you, Santiago gripped his hair, tilting his head back.
“Don’t do that.”, he said in a soft command. Santiago’s other hand went to Frankie’s middle and gripped it, giving his belly a shake. “Don’t ever think this isn’t fucking hot.”
He kissed Frankie at the same time you took his length in your mouth, caressing it with your tongue, and feeling him harden quickly. Frankie groaned into Santiago’s mouth as you sucked and began to bob your head.
Santiago deepened the kiss, the hand that was on Frankie’s belly came up and cupped his jaw. You kept at it, pulling back enough to suck on the tip and run your tongue along the slit, causing him to buck his hips and break from the kiss.
Panting, Frankie let out a whine as he tugged you by your hair back. “Baby… please… I-I ca-... you’re gonna make me cum…”
Santiago grunted, gripping Frankie’s chin and making him look up at his face, and growled, “That’s the point.”
He kissed Frankie harshly again, swallowing his panting and moans as you began to jerk him off. Christ, he looked beautiful like this. Sitting above you whimpering into Santiago’s mouth, body trembling. Precum was beading at his tip, and you leaned down and licked it up. His hips jerked, and his mouth pulled back again, but Santiago didn’t let him get far.
Frankie’s hips jerked again and his balls started to pull tight. Something in you decided that you wanted to see Frankie really lose it. You wanted to see that darkness in his eyes again, so you removed your hand, letting his achingly hard cock go and slap up against his belly.
Santiago released Frankie from the kiss when a low whine emitted from the other man and he looked down. First, at Frankie’s cock then at you.
A smile tugged on Santiago’s mouth with a knowing glint in his eye. “Rabbit… you being a bad girl?”
You returned the smile and sat back on your ankles. Frankie looked at you, wrecked.
“Ah no… honey… please, baby… don-don’t leave me like that… I- I was almost there…”, he pleaded through pants. He reached out, clumsily trying to grab you, to pull you back to him, but to no avail. You giggled and pulled away from him.
Santiago continued his cheshire grinning, and tutted you. “Naughty girl, Rabbit…” He looked at Frankie, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the other man’s temple and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, then murmured, “She thinks you don’t have it in you, Fish… thinks you’re all soft and slow… but I know you… I’ve seen what this fucking body can do… seen you get what you want when you want it…”
The way Santiago spoke about Frankie, you knew it was for both of you. He was trying to hype up the other man while setting the scene for you and what kind of bear you were poking.
“You want her, huh, Fish?”, Santiago continued, and Frankie’s eyes locked onto you with that same darkness that had piqued your interest and he nodded, then stood up.
Santiago smiled smugly at you. “Know what you just did there, Rabbit?”
Frankie was now standing over you, and you were looking up at him, his size made even more intimidating at this angle with the way he was staring you down. “Up. Now.”
There was an excited snickering coming from where Santiago stood back by the toilet. “Oh Rabbit… he’s got you now! You have no idea what kinda weight this big guy can put behind his moves. You’re fucked!”
You stood up, trying to keep your nerves and excitement at bay, trying to remain as composed as Frankie did with his intense stare. Indignantly, you crossed your arms and looked up at him with a forced unimpressed expression.
“So?”
Frankie didn’t respond, at least not with words. He leaned down and threw you over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. In your shock at this turn of events, your only clue to where you were going was Santiago excitedly following behind you, cackling with glee as he said, “Bedroom, Fish!”
Apparently, Frankie taking charge and using brute force was a favourite thing of his.
You landed on the bed with an oof! and Frankie was grunting as he crawled up with his head down, his nose dragging against the damp contours of your body.
Santiago groaned at the sight, lighting another joint and taking a puff as he stood leaning on the doorway. With the joint seated between his lips, he began to lazily jerk himself. His eyes were heavy and his breath hitched as Frankie’s lip caught on your collar bone, his tongue flicking out and licking your skin…. Santiago could have that image on repeat and he could fuck his fist for the rest of his life with it.
“That’s it, Fish… That’s it…”, he groaned as Frankie’s tongue laved across your skin, from your shoulder up your neck.
Frankie had you pinned, his hips pressing your thighs wide and body into the mattress, one great hand holding both your wrists together and above your head. If you wanted to get away, you might be able to with great effort but his heavier body on yours felt so good.
“...so big…”, you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as his mouth sucked messily on that spot that sent you spinning along your jaw.
“Yeah, he is…”, Santiago agreed. His voice was low and raspy, and he moved to lay beside you while Frankie shifted above you. Santiago handed the joint over and you took a hit, held your breath, holding the smoke in your lungs for a beat. Frankie staddled your waist, then grabbed your face and turned your head to him and leaned down, inhaling through his mouth hovering over yours as you exhaled. Your hands smoothed up his thick thighs, fingers causing divots where they dug in.
“What’s your plan, big guy?” Your voice was far softer and calmer than you thought it should sound, but that was more than likely the weed taking over, you thought. The way Frankie held your gaze was intense and yet completely disarming, and for that moment, it was just the two of you on that bed.
That was until Santiago had a coughing fit next to you. You both looked at him as he cleared his throat, his eyes red and watery. He shot you both a hazy grin. “Hey.”
Frankie gave him a bit of an eye roll and began to move off of you, and you assumed he was done. “Hey! Nononononono! Come back!”
“”M not goin’ anywhere… just…”, Frankie paused, seemingly a bit on edge, before his tone got a little sharper, and he settled in, wedging his broad shoulders between your thighs. “Wanna eat your pussy and after that from Pope, I don’t know how to segue to that smoothly outside of just - you know - just goin’ for it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
In your life, you had gotten eaten out a bunch of times, and more often than not, they were only noteworthy because of how bad it was or something occurred during the act that made the memory latch on to something in your brain. But this??? This was something else entirely.
You weren’t sure if Frankie was born with the innate skill to eat pussy like this or he had become this adept from eating chicken wings and using his tongue to get the last bits of meat from between the bones, thusly creating a monster. But it didn’t matter how he got here. What mattered right now in this very moment was you had never, ever felt anything like this in your life and you were sure you never would again.
Your core tensed enough that your upper body raised off the bed as your breaths came out in sharp pants. Your face hurt from how hard your eyes clenched and when your vocal chords finally turned on, the sounds that came peeling from your throat were inhuman.
“Oh fuck yeah…”, Santiago grunted excitedly next to you, flipping over to put the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table, then flipping back to you. His mouth was on your jaw, groaning his words into your skin. “That’s it… yeah, you like that… didn’t know Fish was a fuckin’ beast, huh?... man likes to eat…”
Your thighs shook and tried to close from the intensity, but Frankie’s arms curled under your leg, one had tugged a thigh back while the other hand’s thumb rubbed your clit. You shrieked out, hands gripping Frankie’s hair.
Santiago hooted out a laugh, and grabbed your wrists, tugging your hands out of Frankie’s hair. “Rabbit!”, he cackled out, playfully slapping your hand to get you to let go, “Be nice!”
A growl erupted from between your legs and one of Frankie’s hands shot out, grabbing yours and pulling it back into his hair. The pathetically moaned whine that came from Santiago at Frankie’s action, made you whip your head towards him and caused Frankie to pause and look up over your bush at him.
“Fuck… that was so hot... “, Santiago panted, back to jerking himself. “You like it as rough as you give it, huh, Fish?”
Frankie didn’t answer, just ducked his head back down and continued to tongue fuck your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit roughly. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your moaned breaths panted out of you.
Santiago got close to you again and gently held your throat. His nose pressed against your cheek bone as he continued to murmur filth against your skin.
“You gonna cum for Fish, Rabbit? Gonna squeeze his tongue in your little cunt? He wants that, y’know… loves that. Loves eating pussy, and he seems to really love your pussy…”
You could feel Frankie being egged on, hearing Santiago’s words. He grunted and snorted, doubling down on his movements, tongue and thumb, and your legs began to shake in his hold.
“Atta girl, Rabbit… paint his fuckin’ face… come on…”
“Frankie!”, you yelped, your core muscles tightening as your body lurched and spasmed. Colours exploded in your vision as Santiago’s hold on your throat moved to your jaw, holding you in place.
“Take it, baby… just lett’im eat… good girl…”
You writhed and cried out, screeching as Frankie didn’t let up. Santiago held you in place, watching your face skew in pleasure and ecstasy. When Frankie finally pulled away and sat up, his breathing was heavy and his eyes locked on your chest moving up and down quickly. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing your release further on his face and in his patchy facial hair.
You were a mess; legs and hands shaking, chin quivering, small unintelligible sounds coming from between your barely parted lips, brows tenting over closed eyes. In that moment, Frankie couldn’t fathom what the fuck was wrong with Benny. You were perfect. He leaned over you, planting a hand on the side of your head opposite Santiago while his other hand pumped his shaft.
Santiago watched, that same grin pulling across his face. He licked his lips before nodding and speaking with a quiet eagerness. “Please tell me I get to watch you fuck her.”
Frankie’s eyes didn’t move from your face as you opened yours slightly. He dipped his head down and you could smell your scent as he nudged his nose against yours before kissing you, tasting your tangy musk.
Santiago let go of your jaw but didn’t move away, just rolled onto his back. His hand went to his achingly hard cock, gripping the base.
“Please… come on, fuck her… I wanna watch you ruin her… I’ll cum on her tits…”, he grunted, his body twitching with anticipation.
Frankie, without breaking the kiss, reached between your thighs and hitched one up, your calf halfway on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, you probably would have balked at being manhandled into a pretzel but your brain was already mush and this was just about the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. The tip of his cock slipped through your folds before finding your hole, then his hips jerked and all 8.5 inches of him plunged into you. You let out a gasping cry into his mouth.
Santiago pathetically whined, still gripping the base of his cock, his body shuddering with the desperate need for release. He was falling apart just watching Frankie’s skin slapping into yours.
“Fish - fuck! Please… let me - Jesus tap dancing Christ! - let me cum on her tits…when you cum… lemme just - ungh!... lemme cum w-with you….”
Frankie’s mouth pulled from yours, his heavy breaths cascading over and in your open mouth, and your own breathing was marred with strained vocalizations and semblances of words.
“Fra -... Frankie… pl-please… oh-oh-oh god!”
Your eyes only opened for a fraction of a moment, and in that brief glimpse, you saw Frankie, sweaty, heavy, heaving, above you in the same plane of falling apart as you were. His hair was damp with sweat and any other fluids that got into it, some stuck to his forehead and curling slightly against his brow, and his eyes were barely open, watching you. Panting breaths puffed out between his parted lips and you swore you saw the faintest tug on his mouth, only one side making the dimple there a little more noticeable.
“Need you to cum for me, baby…”, he grunted. Santiago heard him, groaning as his fist began to pump his shaft, but those words had to have been just for you.
You were close already, but the sudden intimacy of that moment careened you over the edge, your convulsing walls pulling Frankie down with you.
Despite the plan Santiago apparently had, he did not cum on your tits. As soon as Frankie came, he collapsed on you and then Santiago rolled on his side, jerking his cock as white ropes shot all over the dip connecting your upper thigh to your torso. His cum dripped down and onto the bed and pooled where Frankie’s outer thigh met your inner thigh.
The three of you laid in Santiago’s bed, sticky and breathing hard.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but it was Frankie who moved first. He pulled out and off you without a word and left the room. Sitting up on your elbows, you looked at Santiago who just shrugged in response, rolled over to grab the joint in the ash tray on the bedside table and sparked it up again. After taking a hit, he handed it to you.
You passed the joint back and forth in silence before Santiago spoke. “Benny’s a fuckin’ idiot.”
You huffed out a laugh, not expecting that. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Santiago grinned as he inhaled another toke, and then let it out with a raspy chuckle. “It means he’s a fuckin’ idiot. Love the guy, but you… Jesus, Rabbit…” He shook his head with a smile. “We’re not letting you go like that asshat.”
A warmth bloomed in your chest, and you were sure whether it was the weed taking effect or yu reacting to his words, but you accepting the sensation nonetheless.
You smiled and laid back down, head facing him. “Oh, is that how this is, huh?”
He nodded. “Yeah…” Santiago leaned in and kissed you softly then spoke against your mouth. “That’s how this is.”
It wasn’t a passionate or intense kiss, just a simple bit of punctuation to end his sentence, and you got the feeling he has run out of words so this was the best he could offer.
The kiss was interrupted by the sound of the shower turning on followed by Frankie returning to the room.
“Where the fuck did you run off to, Fish?”
Looking a little sheepish, Frankie ran his hand through his hair. “Needed a drink and… and figured we could use a shower given you came on us, asshole.”
Santiago grinned and looked rather pleased with himself and you laughed. He got up off the bed and nicked the joint from your fingers, dousing it in the ashtray. He then grabbed your hands and hoisted you out of bed.
“To the shower!”, Santiago hollered.
A few months went by, and it dawned on you that Frankie didn’t suck his stomach in anymore.
You noticed it first on a lazy Sunday, sprawled across Santiago’s couch while something mindless played on TV that none of you were actually watching. Frankie was half-reclined at the other end, shirt riding up just enough to expose the soft curve of his belly. He didn’t shift, didn’t subtly tug fabric down, didn’t quickly inhale when you looked his way.
He just looked comfortable, and Santiago seemingly noticed, too.
“Look at you.”, he mused from where he had his head in your lap, eyes flicking up toward Frankie seated next to you on the couch. “All relaxed. What happened to the guy who used to damn near pass out trying to look skinny?”
Frankie rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t any bite to it. “Shut up.”
You grinned, dragging your fingers lazily through Santiago’s hair and leaned your shoulder against Frankie’s. “No, he’s right. You used to do that all the time.”
Frankie glanced at you, a little wary but not defensive. And yet he still didn’t shift to make himself smaller.
“Yeah, well…” he muttered, scratching absently at his stomach. “I didn’t have an audience like this before.”
Santiago huffed a laugh. “Oh, please! You had me!”
Frankie shot back with feigned irritation, but you could see the amusement and delight in the attention poking through. “Yeah, and you were the problem.”
That earned a bark of laughter, and Santiago shifted, tilting his head up just enough to look at him properly.
“Problem?” he repeated, amused. “I made you better, Fish.”
Frankie snorted, but his gaze drifted and landed on you, and lingered for a beat. It was that look again. The one he gave you that first night. It was still there, never really left, but it had just steadied. Less like something he was afraid of, and more like something he knew how to hold.
You tilted your head with a half way, lazy smile. “What?”
He shrugged, like always, and looked at you with a matching, small grin. “Nothin’.”
“Bullshit!”, Santiago cut in immediately, pointing up at him with a smug smile. “He was thinking about the first time you showed up at my door like a stray!”
You gasped, feigning offense as you turned your attention to his head on your lap. “Excuse you, Santiago! I was in a crisis!”
“You were holding a laundry basket and stunk.”, he countered. “Not exactly life or death.”
“Personal hygiene-wise, it was.”
Frankie laughed, soft, warm, and it pulled something in your chest tight in the best way. That was new, too. Or so you thought, but you just hadn’t noticed it before.
The way things had settled between the three of you; not into anything neat or labeled, but something consistent and comfortable. You did stay over a lot, and Frankie did, too. Sometimes all three of you ended up in the same place without planning it, like it just made sense, like it was gravity.
“Still think Benny was an idiot.”, Santiago muttered, almost to himself.
You nudged him lightly with your knee. “You said that like a hundred times.”
“And I’d say it a hundred more.”, he replied easily. “Man had you and fumbled. Tragic.”
Frankie hummed in agreement, quieter. “Yeah.”
You glanced at him again. There wasn’t any jealousy in this thing you had with them anymore. Whatever weird, tangled thing had lived there in the beginning had worn down into something easier, something that filled the spaces between the three of you and had you perfectly molded together.
“You two were unbelievable.”, you said, but you were smiling.
Santiago turned his head just enough to press a quick, lazy kiss somewhere against your thigh. “And yet, you keep coming back.”
You huffed. “Debatable.”
Frankie leaned over then, closer than necessary, shoulder bumping yours. “Nah…”, he said, low and certain. “Not really.”
And there it was again, that quiet confidence he hadn’t had before. Not loud like Santiago’s sharpness. Just solid.
You looked between them; Santiago, all teeth and chaos and knowing exactly what he was doing and Frankie, softer edges, steady hands, and that weight - literal and otherwise - that he finally wore like it belonged to him.
And somehow, somewhere between a broken shower, a bad relationship, and a bathtub you definitely hadn’t planned on sharing, this happened.
You leaned back into the couch, letting your leg fall over Santiago’s, your shoulder settling against Frankie’s side.
“Fine.”, you sighed, like you were conceding something. “Maybe I liked it here.”
Santiago grinned immediately. “Knew it.”
Frankie didn’t say anything, instead just letting his hand rest warm and grounding against your arm.
A messy start with messy people, but it worked, and none of you were in any hurry to question it.
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currently obsessed with joel eating your pussy angrily to calm himself down. I know he would growl and bite at first, then starting to mellow out after making you cum the first five times as he starts feeling more like himself after having his favourite treat for as long as he wants to…….
Hes one of those big scary dogs who gets growling and protective, like its resource guarding his pussy. Once hes had his fill hes fine with head scratches.
