3 | RESTLESS HOUNDS - THREESOME - M.LIST
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- kyle x johnny x fem afab reader. â° it was like throwing a dog a bone: put the three most horniest soldiers together and something was inevitable to happen.
It was bound to happen at some point.
Like throwing a dog a bone: put the three horniest soldiers together, and something was inevitable.
Price, of all people, had set it up. He'd assigned you, Johnny, and Kyle together for a small undercover mission.
The job was simple: you and Johnny would pose as a newlywed couple, a distraction, while Kyle slipped in to grab a USB. And if things went south? Cause a scene.
The mission itself had been a success. Easy in, easy out. All that was left was to hole up at a hotel for the night before heading back in the morning.
That was the first mistake.
The second came at the front desk, when the woman behind the counter smiled politely and explained there was only one room left. Two twin beds. Nothing more.
Kyle sighed running a hand through his hair, he dug his wallet out from his pockets.
"I'll take the couch" he muttered, sliding his credit card across the counter.
"There isn't a couch in our standard rooms," the woman said sweetly. "Only the suites and none are available tonight"
Johnny groaned, shoulders slumping. He looked every bit the picture of exhaustion, all he wanted was to take his jeans and boots off and find somewhere soft to collapse.
"Let's just get it, yeah? We'll figure it out when we get upstairs" He clapped Kyle's back with a lopsided grin, trying to smooth it over.
Kyle shot him a flat look, but Johnny only leaned against the counter, flashing the woman his best smile.
"Great. Two small-ass twin beds" Kyle huffed, running a hand over the stubble on his jaw. He stood in the middle of the room, looking over it several times like it'd magically change: he could only hope.
You let out a sigh, scanning the room with him like maybe it would help.
"We could..." You trailed off, looking between the beds.
"Why don't we just push them together?" Johnny chimed in, hands shoved in his pockets. He walked over to one of the frames, giving it a testing shake to see if it would budge.
Kyle hummed, setting his bag down with a grunt of relief.
"For three people, though, bit cramped, no?"
"Better than nothing," Johnny stretched his arms over his back with a huff. "So what then? All to one side, or do we split the middle?"
"He's right," you said, glancing at Kyle. "It's only one night. Then we get to go back to our own, much comfier beds." You grinned. "At least here we've got a halfway decent mattress." Kyle snorted at that.
"Middle's best," you decided, moving toward the second bed to help Johnny push them together. "That way the sides have more room."
"Where the fuck did you get that?" you laughed, smacking Johnny between the shoulder blades as he pulled a bottle of Jack from his bag.
Kyle sat down next to you, just as shocked yet in a better mood now he had time to relax and take a shower since getting the room.
"No, seriously. We didn't stop anywhere else today and there's no way you brought that through airport security"
Johnny popped the cap with a twist, taking a long swig before answering.
"No questions, Garrick. Just be in awe at how good a teammate I am for even thinking of sharing."
He passed the bottle over and Kyle accepted it with an amused sigh, reluctant but not refusing, before tipping it back.
Wiping his mouth, Kyle gave Johnny a flat look.
"Couldn't even get the decent stuff, could you?" he teased.
"One more word," Johnny warned, already grinning "and I'll only share with Bonnie."
Kyle handed the bottle back, shaking his head with a scoff.
"Christ, you're impossible."
Johnny only smirked, his eyes flicked toward you, lingering a little too long.
"Bonnie doesn't seem to mind and I'll go out on a limb and say you don't either."
You rolled your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. You took the bottle when Kyle passed it, the burn of whiskey spreading down your throat, and when you set it aside Johnny was still watching. Both you and Kyle with a glint in his eyes.
That grin of his hadn't budged.
"Don't start," he muttered a faint pink hue visible across his cheeks, he ran a hand over his face. But he didn't move. Didn't stop it either.
Johnny tilted his head, gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower.
"Not starting anything," he shrugged, "Just saying... two beds pushed together, bottle of Jack, nothing else to do tonight, feels like fate, eh?"
Kyle groaned, half in exasperation, half in resignation. "You're a fucking-" he trailed off, clear he didn't quite know what to say back, in return he took another long swig from the now half empty bottle in front the three of you.
"Maybe." Johnny's grin widened. "But I reckon Bonnie looks like she could use a bit of trouble"
The air shifted: heavier now. And when Johnny finally reached over, lightly brushing his fingers against your knee like it was nothing, Kyle didn't pull any back or say something. He only exhaled slow, like he already knew where the night was headed.
Kyle passed the bottle back to Johnny, shaking his head with a low laugh.
He tipped it back again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His grin stayed sharp.
"Don't act like you're not thinking the same, Garrick. Two beds pushed together, nothing to do, c'mon, mate, connect the dots"
Your face heated, and you tried to laugh it off, shifting in place.
"Don't drag me into your," you gestured between them "bullshit."
Kyle let out a scoff, running a hand over his jaw like he could hide the flush creeping in and the faint glint in his eye only Johnny caught it immediately like a hound, his grin widening like a wolf baring teeth.
"Knew it. You're right there with me, Garrick, you just don't got the stones to say it out loud."
"You're just drunk." He retaliated
"And you're a shit liar," Johnny shot back, leaning back on his palms he spread himself out comfortably. His knee brushed Kyle's like it was on purpose. "Bonnie's sat here, looking like that, and you mean to tell me you don't want it? Bollocksâ
You tried to scoff, though it came out weaker than intended.
The heat between them pulled at you: Johnny so forward, Kyle's reluctant denial cracking at the seams. You could feel it pressing down on you, you didn't have the guts to admit it as openly as Johnny was but at the same time you also wouldn't deny it either.
"Fuck it," Kyle muttered, looking over at you then at Johnny.
Johnny had you laying on the bed spread open under him, pounding into you deep enough that the headboard rattled against the wall. Each thrust making you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, your slick clung to him every time he pulled out.
"Fuck, Bonnie," He groaned, his grip tightening on your hips
"Squeezing me like you're made for it."
Kyle's hand was already between your thighs, rubbing your clit as he watched you fall apart in awe.
"Ah fuck- your practically dripping" He muttered
Johnny chuckled at that, speeding up his pace, and sharing a look with Kyle. You weren't quite sure what it meant but you had a good guess when his fingers picked up the pace as well
You cried out, the coil inside of you winding tighter, Your whole body shook, cunt clenching tight around Johnnyâs cock.
"Let's get you there, yeah? You wanna cum my cock Bonnie?"
You let out a whimpered plea, shaking your head as you slowly felt your orgasm wash over you, legs quivering as you bit down on your lip closing your eyes until you felt a rough hand squeeze your cheeks
"Nuh uh none of that let us hear you, yeah love?" Kyle spoke, he only let go when you opened your mouth: soft mewls spilling out.
"Fuck love, yer sound so pretty"
Johnny orgasm followed not short after yours, his seed filling you up with a stuttered groan
He hadn't even fully pull out before Kyle was tugging you onto his lap, sliding into you while you were still messy and trembling. You gasped at the stretch, clutching his shoulders.
"Shhh," he rasped against your ear, setting a slower pace to savor the feeling of your cunt around his cock "Feels so fucking good, god sweetheart"
Johnny, sprawled beside you, still grinning, sweat damp on his forehead, propped himself up. His hand slid down Kyle's toned chest, flicking at one of harden bud of his nipples, Kyle's rhythm faltered instantly, a groan escaping from his chest.
"Relax, mate" Johnny's tone was smug, lips dragging over Kyle's jaw before he slid down his body "Lemme help"
Before you could catch your breath, Johnny had Kyle's nipple in his mouth sucking hard enough that Kyle's hips jerked helplessly. He swore rough the sound echoing in your ear, fucking up into you while Johnny sucked him above
"Sensitive, Kyle? Never would have guessed" Johnny chuckled though his tone sounded like he wasn't as surprised as he acted
You whined, bouncing in his lap, each grind sending sparks through your overstimulated body.
Kyle caught your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans, his thrusts growing frantic as Johnny sucked hickeys into his neck. It didn't take long. Kyle's whole body tensed, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he came with a strangled groan, holding you tight to his chest.
Johnny pulled back with a laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Hell of a view," he panted.
You weren't left alone for long. Johnny dragged you off Kyle's lap, flat onto your stomach and buried his face behind your thighs, his weight pressing you into the mattress, every lap of his tongue made you cried into the sheets, half pleasure, half overstimulation as you felt your second orgasm ripped through you faster than the first, Johnny tugged at your hair firmly, yanking you forwarded for a filthy kiss.
"Thought you were spent, Bonnie," he growled against your lips "But look at you- fucking taking it like you were made for it"
Kyle groaned softly beside you, still trying to catch his breath. His hand slid down your stomach, fingers spreading lazily over your clit, circling it with an unsteady rhythm that still made your thighs twitch, back arching as your body went rigid, legs trembling against the sheets.
At the same time Johnny's mouth wrapped around Kyle's cock, sinking down until his throat worked around the length.
"Bloody- fuck," Kyle swore under his breath. His fingers faltered for just a second as his hips jerked, overwhelmed by Johnny's mouth swallowing him down.
Johnny pulled off with a slick pop, spit stringing between his lips and Kyle's cock. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it lightly as he smirked. "Fuck, I was joking about you being sensitive, Garrick, but seems you really are, huh?"
Kyle's answer came out more desperate than he meant it to: a small, broken whimper that startled even him. Your own head snapped toward him.
"Whateverâ fuck- just don't stop" Kyle groaned, hips bucking into Johnny's hand
âWhatever you sayâ Johnny leaned back down, swallowing Kyle's cock again until his nose brushed the dark curls at the base. His throat worked around him, obscene and wet, the sound making your clit throb under Kyle's fingers.
He picked up the rhythm against your clit. His fingers rubbed faster now, sending sparks through your entire body until your thighs clamped helplessly around his wrist.
"Kyleâ oh god" you gasped, hand clawing at the sheets. Your hips rolled against his touch, chasing the pleasure he drew from you.
"That's it, love," he rasped. His jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed shut, but his focus didn't waver from working you closer, matching every stroke Johnny gave him with a firm drag of his fingers on you.
You couldn't hold back: the wet sound of Johnny's mouth taking Kyle, the feel of his strong fingers sliding perfectly over your clit, the ragged groans muffled in Kyle's throat. It was too much.
The coil in your stomach snapped hard, your orgasm crashing through you in a violent wave. You cried out, riding out every last shock until you collapsed against him, boneless and twitching.
Kyle bit out a curse as his release followed shortly after you. His hips jerked helplessly into Johnny's mouth, and when Johnny hummed in back his throat, the vibration was enough to tip him over the edge.
"Fuckk-â Kyle groaned, spilling hot down his throat. His whole body tensed as Johnny took every drop, swallowing around him until Kyle was twitching too hard to take anymore.
Johnny finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, lips swollen and wet. He looked between you and Kyle, "Sensitive my arse, you both sound like you're gonna fucking die"
Kyle went slack, flopping back against the pillows, His hand was resting over your stomach comfortably. âSleeping on two twin beds doesnât sound bad nowâ He murmured
You chuckled, still breathless, your cheek pressed into Kyle's shoulder as you got comfortable and Johnny not long after took the side beside you, his head resting on your chest as he followed you and Kyle into sleep.
would you consider jack daniels the âbad stuffâ or is Kyle just a high maintenance picky bitch? đ€ dw baby I still love you either way
idk I just really love the idea of more sub leaning Kyle and reader x pleasure dom Johnny
THIS TOOK FOREVER, cus half way through i didnât really like how i wrote it so i deleted it and started over then i got it how i liked it and my crusty old computer refreshed and a good major of the smut was deleted so i had to do it again also im sure theyâre are loads of grammar errors and mistakes so i apologize for that
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