Joseph woll and Anthony stolarz buying their gf one of those “clone your cock” kits so she has sex toys shaped like them while they’re on roadies. Making her use them while they’re on the phone with her
was lowkey kind of hesitant to write this but i wanna see how y'all react
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you didn’t think they’d actually do it.
you’d teased, half-laughed about it one night when they had that roadie on the west coast and joseph was stuck in the backup spot all week, both of them texting you nonstop like they couldn’t go five hours without a picture or a voice memo or some casual “what’re you wearing” at three a.m. — and you, being a tease, had said something about how if they were really worried about you getting lonely, they should just get one of those clone-your-cock kits. let you have them both even when you’re alone.
anthony sent the link within five minutes. joseph, sweet and pink in the cheeks, just sent a little “oh…” and then another message, a minute later, saying “if you want to. i don’t mind.”
which is how you ended up in the position you’re in now. literally.
face down in your sheets, hips up, legs trembling, a toy shaped exactly like joseph buried in your cunt, your hand shaking on the phone as you whimper into speakerphone. anthony’s already had you cum twice with his, stretched you out on your back earlier in the night and made you ride his molded cock like he was there, one hand on your clit, the other squeezing your tits, all while he whispered the filthiest shit into your ear over the call. and now—
now it’s joe’s turn.
his voice is soft, like always. “you’re doing so good for me, honey. that’s it, yeah? is it all the way in?”
you nod, even though he can’t see it. breath hitching as you press down and feel the toy push deeper, thick and long and just curved enough to make your thighs twitch. it’s an exact copy, not just the shape but the slight vein along the underside, the girth of the head, even the way the base flares a little at the end. your hips roll without meaning to, desperate and slow, slick soaking your inner thighs already.
“y–yeah,” you gasp. “feels just like you, jo, fuck, it’s perfect—”
you hear him exhale through the speaker, a quiet little sound that makes your whole body tighten. “wish i was there,” he murmurs. “wanna see your face when you take it.”
anthony’s on the line too, of course. the three of you on call, like always when they’re on the road, his voice deeper, already half-wrecked from listening. “she’s making such a mess, man. your toy’s gonna be soaked by the time she’s done."
you whimper, dragging your hips back and then sinking down again, the stretch delicious. joe’s toy hits different. longer, thicker in the middle. you remember the way he fucked you last time before he left, hands trembling from how tightly he held your hips, his mouth pressed to your neck, murmuring i got you, you’re okay, fuck, you’re takin’ it so good for me, baby, so good—
“she’s gonna cum again,” anthony says smugly, voice a little ragged. “she always does when she uses yours.”
joseph lets out a soft laugh, shy but pleased. “you’re beautiful like this, sweetheart. always so good for us. can you touch your clit for me?”
you obey instantly, hand sliding down to where you’re dripping all over the toy and the sheets beneath you, fingers rubbing slow circles. your other hand tightens around the phone, knuckles white. “g–gonna cum,” you whisper. “feels so good, jo, it’s so deep—”
“that’s it,” he murmurs, and you can hear the faint thump of his head hitting the wall behind wherever he’s sitting. probably hotel bed. probably one hand down his sweatpants, jerking slow. “i love you. wanna be there so bad. gonna fill you up soon, baby, real soon."
you cry out, legs shaking as you tip over the edge, whole body clenching tight as you grind down on the toy, soaked and twitching, joe’s voice a constant low hum in your ear telling you how good you are, how perfect, how sweet you sound when you moan like that for him.
and then anthony’s back, groaning under his breath. “fuck, baby. you think you can take mine again now?”
you whimper, dazed and messy. “a–again?”
he laughs, low and warm. “you said you missed us. we’re just making sure you’ve got enough of us to last the whole roadie.”
call me crazy but i just feel like if a player leaves the arena ON A STRETCHER there should be a mandatory player safety review regardless of what they think happened on the ice
