I was cooking earlier and my mind wandered to the Aussie Daddies and what it would be like in the kitchen with them. I think Michael would definitely be the one who knows what he’s doing, probably teaching you how to do some things past the basics you already know. He’d love having you in the kitchen cooking with him, helping him grab ingredients, letting you sit on the counter to stir something, stealing little kisses every so often. Daniel would be the complete opposite, just absolute chaos, throwing in whatever sounds good, probably burning something in pretty short order, I think cooking with him would be like cooking with a toddler who wants to do everything at once. And being in the kitchen with both of them would just be way too amusing, Michael trying to be all methodical, Daniel trying to add in random ingredients behind his back. Finally you just take on the task of distracting Daniel by trapping him between your legs for a make out session as you’re up on the island, letting Michael scramble to finish everything before Daniel notices or tries to eat anymore prematurely. Domestic Aussie Daddies just make me want to be a housewife so bad 😭 - 🍯
this that you just describe is so accurate actually 🤌🏻
because we've all seen that Michael can indeed cook and he does it very well actually, almost a pretty pleasant person to be around in the kitchen. he would help you and you know that he wouldn't cause havoc or accidentally put sugar instead of salt in the food. lingering touches would be shared between the pair of you while the food was cooking in the oven and the way your hands would starts to wonder South down his body would end up with the two of you almost burning the food
daniel on the other hand will be an absolute menace lmaoo mans got no single clue what's going on, the type of guy that would take a shrimp put it over his crotch and smile cheekily at you and you saying "yes your dick's that small babe" would straight up change the whole mood and the next thing you know you're bent over the kitchen counter, his cock deep inside your pussy
and when it comes to being in the kitchen with both of them it would be proper chaos. Michael trying to cook, daniel trying to just add his own ingredients even if they don't match
"but this is fun"
"daniel for the hundredth time put the flour down and stop scattering it all over me"
and you literally have to pull him by his shirt and make out with him in order for him to stop being an actual kid
What about mafia daddies back in the days when they were still courting over baby but didn’t tell her and they see her clubbing with her friends and some guy is trying his luck with baby 😭 papi and daddy would have his head in a sec 🥵
Australian Daddies!Mafia AU
The Courting Game
“We miss you.”
You rolled your eyes, but let them hear you giggle. Your men were so clingy, and while it probably would’ve been a turn off with any other men, it was such a turn on with the three of you. You could never get enough of them. You never wanted to get enough of them.
“We’re not even married yet, and the two of you are such goners.” You rubbed the pretty diamond clustered ring on your finger, pushing it around your digit with a brush of your thumb.
Daniel hummed, “Not every lifetime you find your soulmate in not one, but two people.”
You felt your heart twist, but kept it casual. You didn’t like having emotional outpourings when anyone could be listening. That was more Dan’s recklessness.
“Such a sap.” you teased as you pushed the breakfast tray further on to your dresser so it wouldn’t fall.
“That’s not even the worst of it.” Michael called from the background.
“Aye, shut it.” Daniel called back.
“No fighting when I’m not there.” You chastised them.
“We’re not fighting.” Daniel told you, “We just miss you.”
You wish they could’ve seen your puppy pouted face, you knew how cute they thought it was, “Where are you guys now?”
“We left Austria this morning.” Michael called, his voice getting closer, “Now we’re in Ibiza.”
“Partying without me?”
“No,” Daniel whined, “the group we’re meeting with suck. They just wanna meet tomorrow night at some club and then we can go home.”
Your eyes wandered over to the bag you had packed in the corner of the room, “Ah, a good faith meeting? Seeing if you can hang?”
You heard both of them groan, a chorus of exasperated sounds and agreement over how they just wanted to be home. You couldn’t have agreed more a few days ago, but since your latest plot, you just felt the excitement build inside you.
“I wanted to tell them to fuck themselves, but-”
“We couldn’t pass them up,” Michael interrupted, the soft thud of Daniel being pushed away while he took the phone made you smile, “but we’ll be back in time to spoil you around lunchtime tomorrow.”
You checked the time and answered quickly, “Promises, promises.” you teased as you moved to grab your bag.
“What are you up to?”
With a simple question, you froze. Michael was a little too sly for his own good, and you didn’t need him ruining this for you. It was his expertise after all, foiling any plans no matter how well constructed to catch him off guard.
“Just around the estate.” you muttered.
“Just around?”
“Yes?” You questioned, turning on your brattier attitude when you heard the car service pulling into the driveway, your men talking to them there, “What am I supposed to be doing? You left me behind, I’m keeping myself occupied.”
“Darling,” Michael growled, “don’t ruin tomorrow for yourself.”
You pursed your lips and smirked, “Why not?”
Before he could answer, you pressed the red button on the screen and tossed your phone into your purse. Quickly, you grabbed your bags and ran out into the hallway.
You had a flight to catch.
-
“Oh fuck yes!” your friend happily shouted as she popped open the champagne on your jet, “This is my favorite.”
“That’s why I got it.” you blew her a kiss as you leaned over your own seat with two glasses.
You and your group of friends all cheered as you lifted your glasses and swallowed them down in one go. It had been a long time since you’d been out with your friends, and while it felt really fun, you were even more excited to get to your men.
“Did you tell them we’re coming?” One of your friends asked, pulling you back to the present.
“No, no, it’s a surprise.” all the girls made sounds of excitement.
“Ohhh, are they gonna be mad at you for leaving home without telling them?”
“Yuck,” one of your friends rolled her eyes, “I hate when they’re like that.”
“No, no,” another friend interjected, “the Aussies aren’t like that, they just actually care about her.” She turned to you with a smile, “I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah, apparently we all need our own Aussie.”
“Would be better than the piece of shit I let take me out last month.”
“Hey, I thought that piece of shit was a prince?”
“Well, he didn’t kiss like one.”
They all burst into laughter at that one. You caught your breath as you took another sip of your mimosa. You had surrounded yourself with a good group that you knew would ensure your traveling safety. A plane stuffed with a heiress and different high table families’ daughters? Not a chance of anything getting through that many security teams.
“So what are we doing?” Your friend checked her phone, “It’s gonna be... night? Right, night? When we get there.”
“We’re going to a club.” You told them.
“Is there where Daniel and Michael will be?” One asked slyly.
“Yup. We’re gonna go to the club, they’re gonna realize I’m here and-”
“She’s gonna get fucked.” one of your friends interrupted as the rest laughed.
“Hopefully, I mean a woman has needs!” you laughed with them, “No, no, we’re gonna go, have fun and then spend the rest of the week there- just us girls.”
“Oh! You’re not going back with them?”
“Fuck that. They left me home alone for a week, they’re gonna feel that shit too.”
The girls all cheered as you passed around another bottle of champagne. Over your shoulder, you saw your security detail shake their heads. You winked at them before turning your attention back to your tipsy faves.
-
All the girls moved through the adjoining doors of their suites. You had very nicely reserved four rooms for them, one for each of your friends for your stay. It was easier this way, so they were all close together during this vacation. You were the fifth person in the group, and while you fully intended on sleeping with your men tonight, you figured you’d bounce around your friends’ rooms after you sent the boys home.
Yes, tonight is gonna be fun, you thought as you walked out of the bathroom and in front of the large mirror near the door.
“Oh my god, are you really bringing that dress back?” Your friend laughed as she looked at you in the mirror’s reflection, “When you’re being courted?”
“What? You don’t think it looks good on me anymore?” You teased as you took a step closer to put your lipstick on.
The dress in question had been quite the statement every time you wore it. It was custom, something you’d dreamed up with a designer who had pursued you for a time. He’d had it made and sent to Swarovski and then Tiffany’s to have it decorated with crystals and actual real stones. The soft, thin, meshy material of the dress matched your skin tone perfectly, and was short. A majority of the dress was covered in crystals that were super small, and placed in a way that made you sparkle instead of obnoxiously reflect light, with each movement you made. It emphasized the hell out of your curves.
It was also completely see through, save for the cluster of larger strategically placed diamonds over your private places.
“It’s really such a shame I can’t remember the poor bastard’s name.” you joked when your friend reminded you of how you got it.
“Are you trying to just get fucked or are you going for pregnant already?”
You choked on a laugh as you turned to her, “Definitely not.” you looked at the tube of lipstick as you carefully slipped the cap on, “The boys and I are... old fashioned.”
“What does that mean?”
You regretted saying it when you heard the hush that came over the room, everyone’s ears turned towards you as you were forced to answer, “We aren’t going to fuck while we’re courting.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Wow.”
“Didn’t see that coming.”
“Me either.”
You rolled your eyes at their reaction and chuckled, “It’s sweet,” you mumbled as you willed yourself not to start sweating from the heat in your cheeks, “but also really fucking frustrating.” you muttered under your breath.
You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were put on edge. All the sexual energy around the three of you didn’t do well being stifled. You could practically gag for it at any moment. Just the week before, you’d been dry humping a pillow while on facetime with them. It made it worse that they could fuck, and they did fuck in front of you, cause you could do nothing but watch.
Your friends’ laughter pulled you out of your lust haze, “So, wait. What was the point of this?”
You tilted your head, “Please tell me you know how to have sex aside from the penis in vagina type.”
“Jesus, you freaks are gonna end up with so many kids.”
“Oh my god.” you groaned as you tossed your lipstick into your bag, “Let’s just go.”
-
“Baby,” Michael called from the bathroom, “did you take my-” he almost laughed at the zoned out face Daniel wore as he sat on the couch, so focused on his phone, “are you good?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
“Helloooooo,” he waved his hand as he made his way across the suite, his black slacks and black dress shirt open towards the top of his collar, “we have to leave soon and-”
Daniel’s eyes glanced up at Michael before he finally seemed to come back to himself, excitement making him fidget, “Sweet fuck, look at this little show.”
Daniel looked giddy as he passed his phone to Michael, and told him to click on the little round image on your IG profile. He could see you’d added a new story, and when he clicked on it, the first thing that came to mind was that you’d reposted a story from a friend. The second thing that came to mind was what the fuck is she doing?
You looked so good, so fuckable, so delicious, walking down the street, the street lights making that sinful dress glitter. Your little giggle just made it all the more tempting as you spun in a perfect circle as you continued down the sidewalk.
“Wait, where is she?” Michael asked as Daniel stayed in trance, tapping the little button so he could replay the video over and over.
“I dunno.” He grumbled as he switched his weight back and forth on each foot, his brown booted feet digging into the rug.
“Babe.” Michael said impatiently, grabbing the phone and tapping the location written across the bottom of the screen, “Oh, she wants to play.”
“Why?” Daniel reached for his phone but Michael moved away from him, “Where is she?”
“She’s where we’re going.” Michael grinned at Daniel.
Daniel smiled back at his lover and leaned forward to kiss him, “Well,” he whispered against one of his lover’s lips, “let’s go play.”
-
“Miss, this club is-”
“Fun! Right?” you teased your security as they looked worriedly around.
You didn’t blame them for being uneasy. It was a huge venue, lots of lights and music. It bordered on overwhelming, but you could still hear each other when you talked so that had to count for something.
The tables were on raised platforms scattered amongst the dance floors, so there was no corner booth or private room to stick all of you in. It was super cool as a club concept, a complete nightmare for a security professional. At lest there was a walking platform around the circular platforms, and the couches faced inward. You actually had to kneel on the couch and lean over it backwards to hear your guy.
“Don’t worry,” you patted the shoulder of one of the men who nervously looked around, “just keep an eye out for Daniel and Michael, okay?”
You giggled at the less than calm expression on his face as you patted his shoulder and turned to sit on the cushioned couch.
“Look what I got us!”
All the girls were getting rowdy, enjoying drinks and the constant flow of shots that were brought to the table. With the venue being a well known hangout for your kind of people, you were all easily recognized as soon as you stepped inside. It worked to your advantage cause you were seated quickly, and you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to pay for anything.
The waiter placed the new glasses on the table in the middle of your seating as his boss bounced up the steps behind him.
“Excuse me,” he motioned to you and leaned in so you could hear him, “my boss was wondering if you wanted to join his meeting with your suitors, it’s about to begin.”
You tilted your head up at the second floor balcony where you’d seen a few sharply dressed men walk back and forth, no doubt the command center of the venue and whoever owned it.
“No,” you sighed, “that won’t be necessary.”
You took a sip of your drink as you watched the man nod and walk away. Once he was out of sight, you looked back up. If it was about to start, that meant-
As always, it was that pull. That damned pull that you couldn’t get enough of. The feeling that made you all believe you were meant to be, as Daniel put it ‘soulmates’. You all always knew. You always knew where each other were.
It had to be since the moment you looked up, you found two pairs of eye looking down at you. The iron fencing that made up the balcony railing let you get an eye full. Michael, in all black, and Daniel, in a white shirt, deep red pants and brown boots. You lifted your glass to them. Daniel shook his head while Michael grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
You pouted at the lack of attention, even though you knew there was business to take care of.
It was a really good thing you hadn’t decided to crash their meeting. Not when you had to swallow your watering mouth and press your legs together after just getting a glance at them.
“Hey, come on, loosen up!” one of your girlfriends passed you a shot to down as they all got up and danced on the couches.
You stayed with your feet on the ground, your dress was way too short, and way too revealing for you to be climbing on to couches and tables. You still had fun and danced around carelessly with your girls. A while later, when you were all out of breath, one of your friends grabbed your arm.
“That waiter hasn’t been back! What an asshole.”
You laughed and leaned in toward her, “I’ll go ask for more drinks.”
She cheered as she pulled herself back up on to the couch and danced. You laughed and shook your head as you walked towards the stairs that led off the platform on to the dance floor that covered the place. You could see the bar from there, it was a short distance away. You also didn’t want to be unconscious for your men later, so you hadn’t drank more than a shot or two.
In short, you were fully capable of making your way to and from the bar without any assistance.
Which is why you had pushed away your guard when he had tried to walk in front of you. You exchanged some words, given him some looks and ultimately had been allowed to leave solo.
You counted it as a win.
You counted more wins as you walked through the sea of people all the way to the bar. You were so proud of your progress that you actually got annoyed when the bar tender moved to the end of the bar that was furthest away from you as soon as you reached him.
It’s fine, I’m an adult, not a full time brat, I can wait for him to come back to this end. You thought as you took a deep breath.
You had actually been chilled out as you waited at the bar. You started throwing around scenarios in your head of when your men would choose to make an appearance, if they’d come to the dance floor or maybe they’d watch from afar this time?
You’d been so deep in your own fantasies that you hadn’t realized someone was close to you until you felt the rush of their breath hit your ear.
“That dress.”
Your whole body recoiled and you bent your arm, elbowing the person as you turned to face them. It was an innocent hit, at least you made it look like one. You scowled as you looked at the unwanted man in front of you. His blond hair and green eyes doing nothing for you when your heart was elsewhere. If anything, you felt your frustration melt in annoyance as he smiled at you.
“Wow.” he said, before looking you up and down.
“Ugh,” you looked distastefully at him, “go away.”
You turned your head and started to turn your body, until he grabbed your arm. His fingers dug into your sleeve and your body froze from the sudden aggression.
“Hey,” he hissed, “I’m talking to you.”
You looked down at the hand on you just in time to catch the flash of a rose on the fist that curled into his stomach, knocking the breath from the idiot who dared to touch you.
His hand dropped and he doubled over as the back of Daniel came into view in front of you. He shoved the guy so he stood up straight.
“Hey mate,” he said with a fake friendliness, “having a good time?”
His fit pulled back and landed right back into the same spot on the stranger’s stomach.
“Wait, wait!” the guy yelled, holding his hands up as Daniel stepped into his space.
You watched with bated breath and jumped when you felt a hand on your waist, but the soft shushing in your ear calmed your nerves as Michael pulled you back against him. You melted against him, and felt him rest his cheek on the top of your head.
It was then you realized that your men’s crew had made a bubble against the bar, and people were not breaking into it. The guy looked around, fear in his eyes before he tried to swallow it down and look tough again. He looked at Daniel and lifted his chin, even though his hand was pressed to his stomach.
“M’not doing shit.” he hissed, “M’not doing shit to you.”
“Oh, he’s not doing anything!” Daniel laughed.
You felt Michael kiss your hair as his fingers stroked your hip. You rested your hand over his.
“Didn’t look like nothing.” Daniel hissed, the lack of people around you making you able to hear him clearly.
The guy didn’t move, but he didn’t say anything. He flinched when Daniel grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. He threw his arm over the guys shoulders as he made him face you and Michael. The guy looked at you annoyed before his gaze wandered north and froze.
Uh, oh, you giggled to yourself.
He turned his head to Daniel, “I didn’t know.” he quickly sputtered out, “I didn’t know, honest.”
You smiled at him and licked your lips as you stayed quiet. It was hilarious that he thought you’d help. Especially since he seemed to recognize your trio now that you were together.
“Now, you do.” Daniel said calmly to him as he dropped his arm and moved away from him.
The guy never saw Michael coming.
You had felt his hands push against your lower back, making sure that you weren’t leaned against him before he quickly moved around you and nailed the guy right in the face.
Alex and Nick moved forward quickly and grabbed him, dragging him out towards the back of the club. When you faced back forward, Daniel was speaking into George’s ear as George passed leather gloves to Michael. He was the first to pass you, and winked at you while doing so. You still had the stupid grin on your face as he followed behind Alex and Nick dragging the guy out the back door. And that stupid grin only grew as Daniel booped your nose as he walked past you.
“Well, while they take care of that...” George pulled a card out of his back pocket, “Have your incompetent security drive you back. Now.”
You pursed your lips as you made a look of insult at George before he scoffed and walked away. He was quite the hard ass for being Michael and Daniel’s right hand man, but seemed to get real pleasure out of priding himself in comparison to your team which he viewed as not as skilled as himself.
“Whatever.” you muttered under your breath as you nodded to your guys who were still on the platform, for fucks sake, and moved towards the front entrance of the building.
-
You looked out the glass window that spanned from the floor to the ceiling of the suite, taking in the skyline. It was amazing to see all the lights out, the colors, even in the dead of night.
You took another step to see how far down you could see when you heard the beep of the door being unlocked. Turning on your high heeled feet, you caught Daniel just before he collided into you.
He kissed you hard, his strong arms around your waist before he pulled away and stroked your cheek, “You’re alright, sweetheart?”
You smiled at the sound of his voice as you shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.” you assured him before turning your head towards Michael.
You stayed in Daniel’s arms but held your hand out to him. You felt your mouth water as he pulled off one of his leather gloves, the sight of them made your heart beat faster, before his bare hand grabbed yours and lifted your knuckles to his mouth. He pressed soft kisses to your skin.
“I’ll be right back, just gonna wash my hands.” he winked as you nodded.
You wrapped your arms around Daniel as he pressed his forehead to your own. Smiling at him, he goofily giggled as he looked into your eyes. His fingers pressed into your sides as he held you to him.
“Hi.” you whispered.
Daniel grinned, “Hi.”
You swayed a bit in each other’s arms, until you heard Michael’s foot steps return. Daniel playfully grabbed your waist and turned you, manhandling you until you were in front of him, your back to his front as his arms snaked around your waist to hold you tight.
Michael’s steps slowed as he approached you. You felt your heart beat faster as you took in the way his gaze raked up and down your body.
“That dress...” Michael mumbled.
“I like being covered in jewels.”
You jumped when Daniel’s hands squeezed your ass, “You’ll never go a day without them.” he rasped into your ear as his lips pressed to your neck.
Your eyes slipped shut for a moment as Daniel nibbled on your pulse. You reached behind you and sunk your nails into Daniel’s curls to keep him right where he was. He hummed into your throat as his teeth skimmed your skin.
“M’surprised you like it.” you kept eye contact with Michael as best you could.
“Why’s that?” Michael pushed his hands deep into his pockets as he leaned against the vanity a few feet away.
“It was a present,” your eyes rolled back as Daniel sucked on a sensitive part of your neck, “from a man who wanted to be either one of you right now.”
Daniel’s fingers dug into your hips so hard it stung, and you gasped when you heard the loud tearing of fabric.
“Daniel!”
His hands curled into the ripped material and ripped it across your tummy, a cascade of shiny crystals showered the floor as he continued ripping apart your dress until the lower half slid down your legs. Your chest was exposed from the rip that had run up the center, the tight sleeves the only thing keeping it on your body. Your tits hung heavy in the lust filled air of the room. Daniel’s hands scorched your skin where they laid possessively on your tummy and waist.
Michael stepped forward and kicked your mangled dress away, and took your chin between his fingers. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips. He looked down at you thoughtfully as Daniel kissed and sucked at your neck, destroying your flawless skin with a bloom of colors. It was amazing how both men took you apart so skillfully, so aware of each other and yet not even acknowledging the other’s efforts.
Michael’s eyes were half lidded, like your own. Daniel moaned terribly into the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered as his teeth sharply dragged across your shoulder. His fingers pressed into your ribs.
“What do you reckon we should do with her tonight?” Michael breathed out, still looking down at you. You parted your lips, but Michael pressed his finger to them, “Shhhhh, the men are talking, sweetheart.”
With his thumb pressed to your lips, it was easy to part them and bite the end of his thumb.
“Fuck!” he pulled back, the strained bulge in his pants obvious now that he wasn’t crowded in your space.
You grinned, “Shhhh, sweetheart,” you purred, “it wasn’t that bad.”
Daniel snickered into your skin before dragging the flat of his tongue up your neck. The wet drag made you shiver, and before you knew it, Michael was back in your space. His large hands grabbed your face and tilted it back, giving Daniel more room to ravage you while he finally kissed you.
You moaned loudly as you parted your lips, kissing be damned, and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Michael followed your bait and went to dominate the kiss, but you stopped that as soon as you sucked on his tongue. His hands dropped from your face and gripped your tits hard as he moaned. He fondled your chest as you both wetly licked each other’s mouths and sucked and pulled and bit each other’s lips.
“Fuckkkkk,” Daniel groaned, “we gotta do something. Someone has to do something to me.”
You giggled into Michael’s mouth as Daniel ground his hips into your ass, letting you feel just how turned on he was. You whined as Michael’s hands dropped and squeezed your bare waist as Daniel’s came up to where Michael’s had just been. Your nipples were half way to numb with the way your blood rushed to every spot on your body that desperately needed a mouth on it.
“Let me have you, babydoll.” Daniel breathed into your ear, his desperate tone making you press your thighs together, “Just wanna make love t’ya.”
Your heart skipped a beat as Daniel’s desperate tone tangled with his sweet whisper, his hands suddenly gentle on your body, his thumbs stroked the sides of your boobs.
“No, no.” Michael grumbled as he pulled away from you and panted, “It was her rule, and we’re gonna honor it.”
You rolled your eyes at him, never wanting to pass up an opportunity to poke the big bear. He looked at you darkly as he took a couple steps back. With room between you, you twisted in Daniel’s arms until you faced him. You gently held his face in your hands and kissed him. His tongue slid against yours as he moaned into your mouth.
“There are other ways,” you lowered your voice, “I can make Daddy feel good.”
Daniel pulled away and looked at you, his dark brown eyes smoldering with intensity. You were getting the hang of every button to push with the both of them. Placing one hand on his chest, you walked him backwards a few steps until his knees hit the bed and he sat obediently.
“Yeah?” Daniel asked.
You dragged your hand down his collarbone, pulling the edges of his dress shirt until he got the clue and quickly pulled the buttons free before he shucked the shirt down his arms. Bare and tanned, you gazed at his skin and ran your finger down his chest and kept going. You smirked when you felt his abs contract until your palm until you got to the prize between his legs.
“Yeah.” You slowly lowered yourself to your knees, all the while holding eye contact with Daniel.
He smirked, “Ohhhhhh, you are an eager little cocksucker aren’t ya?”
You shyly smiled as your fingers pulled at his belt buckle, the sound of the metal hitting against metal cutting through the air. You pulled your gaze from Daniel to make sure you pulled his belt the correct way before sneaking a glance over your shoulder. What you saw made you pause.
Michael sat in the loveseat in the corner of the room, a few feet away, his legs spread wide, his chest bare but his pants still on. His hand rubbed over his clothed cock and he winked you.
“Put on a good show for me, yeah?”
You weren’t sure how you were supposed to suck cock with a dry mouth. When both of your lovers chuckled, you realized you’d said it out loud.
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you.”
And just like that, you were thrown right into the space they wanted you to be in, a space you had missed.
“There’s our babydoll.” he cooed.
You titled your head back and looked up at him with big eyes. Daddy grabbed your face and turned your head further back. He held the back of your head and lower jaw in each hand. Squeezing your jaw, your lips parted and your mouth opened. You felt your pussy gush as he leaned over and spit into your mouth. Your mouth full of his saliva, you reached into his pants and roughly pulled his cock out of its confines.
“Ugh, yeah,” Daddy groaned as his length bobbed free, “now put it in that fucking mouth.”
He leaned forward as he shoved his pants down his legs, until he kicked them off of his feet. You weren’t sure when he had stepped out of his boots, but you were happy to have him bare for you.
You sucked down his cock, swallowed around the tip when you felt it stuffed down your throat. You gagged and choked like the whore that all three of you were for each other. And Daddy loved it so much, he just had to tell you.
“Oh, yeah, babydoll,” he grunted, “wanna act all cool like you didn’t come here for cock. Tell us this is a girls trip,” he chuckled dryly, “this is a cock call for you.”
You heard the clang of a belt buckle and your toes curled as you tasted Daddy on your tongue as you imagined Papi stroking himself behind you.
“I’ve had Papi suck my cock every day since we left home.” Daddy hissed, making you moan around his length as his hips began to jump, “He lets me cum on his face,” he sighed thoughtfully as you swirled your tongue around him, “what about you, babydoll?”
You pulled his cock out of your mouth and worked your hands up and down his length while you looked up at him and shrugged.
“No?” He asked, taking a step forward and slapping your hands away, “I know where you want this cum.” He groaned.
There was a soft moan behind you but when you went to turn your head, a thick slap caught your attention back to the cock in front of you. Daddy dragged the fleshy tip across your cheek, a trail of precum glistened on your skin in its wake.
“This,” he dragged his dick across your lips, “is all you have to worry about right now. Finish me off and maybe we’ll get to you.”
He laughed as you pouted up at him, but his breath quickly stuttered once you had your mouth back on him. His hips rolled forward and backward, over and over as you sucked him off. Your hands fondled his balls and squeezed them as you felt them get tenser and tenser.
“Fuck, that mouth.” Daddy groaned, he looked over your head at Papi, “You sure I can’t cum inside her? Mouth got me thinking bout how much I miss that slutty-“
“Shut up and cum.” Papi sounded gruff but amused.
Daddy moaned, loud and rough, as he leaned back against the bed and spread his legs. You pulled back until just the tip of him was in your mouth, and he took hold of his shaft and jerked off while the bulbous head was suckled in your mouth. You rolled his balls in your hands, squeezing them and rubbing them as you knew he liked. They were so tensed, drawn so tight against the underside of his cock, he was so close to completion.
And you wanted to push him over the edge.
Lifting your free hand that you had been using to steady yourself, you slipped a finger between the underside of his cock and his balls, right at the hilt where they met, and slid your other finger behind his balls. Gently, you pressed down and listened to him gasp as you pinched the seams his sac with pressure on each side.
“Ohhh!” He groaned loudly as he suddenly started spurting into your mouth.
You moaned as his cum splashed on to your tongue as his cock shook from the force of his orgasm. Your finger tips stayed where they were, rubbing and applying pressure through out his orgasm.
“Holy.. fuck!” Daddy groaned as he suddenly pulled out of you.
His body trembled as he sat on the bed, panting. His cock twitched helpless on one of his thighs, and you could still see his balls moving. You smiled as you swallowed, knowing you had milked him dry.
“Cock sucking queen.” Daddy grinned as he cooed at you.
Tight, wet tugs could be heard behind you, and you felt like your focus finally extended beyond just Daddy in front of you. When you turned to look over your shoulder, you whimpered.
Papi had stood up, and was leaned against the dresser, completely naked while he stroked himself and played with his balls. He had a smug look on his face and when he made eye contact with you, he looked down at his feet before looking over you at you.
But when you went to stand, he shook his head at you.
“No, no,” he smirked, “you can crawl.”
You growled instinctually. You knew he had felt disrespected earlier that night by the loser at the bar, and this was his possessiveness assuring him that you were his. And while you normally loved to play along, you could still feel the adrenaline from earlier that night and it made you wanna fight a bit.
“Crawl.” He commanded as he watched your face.
You pouted and rolled your eyes as you turned and pushed yourself up on all fours. You looked down at the carpet as you made your way towards him. But you were stopped at the abrupt force between your shoulders that flattened your chest to the ground and left your ass in the air. The heavy hand between your shoulders pressed you into the ground as Daddy’s cock pressed to your seam, making you spread your thighs so you were exactly in the kind of position he used to fuck you in.
“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed as he rubbed his half hard cock against your cunt, “this is how I would’ve taken you if you weren’t such a proper girl, if you didn’t want our courting to be so traditional.” He said it softly, to make sure you knew he wasn’t mocking you.
“But,” Papi interrupted, “you are such a good girl, wanting to wait.”
You whined as you turned your head so your chin was pressed to the rug and you could look up at Papi. He was still smiling, still stroking himself.
“We’re all a bunch of impatient animals.” Daddy growled before the heat of his body was suddenly gone.
You turned your head so your cheek was back to the floor. You were about to lift it when you felt the wet, hot, flat sensation of Daddy’s tongue lap at your pussy. He moaned with you as he sucked on your clit, his nose nudged your entrance. You worked your hips and rubbed your pussy across his mouth and face. You whimpered and cried out as the combined sounds of Papi masturbating and Daddy moaning into your pussy filled your senses. You panted into the ground as your pussy convulsed around air, empty as could be.
“Please, please,” you choked out, “put something in me.”
“Ohhhh, fuck,” Papi groaned, “I love when she begs.”
You could feel Daddy’s smile against your pussy before just air was touching you. He pulled away and slapped your wetness hard, the wet slap echoed in the room with your cry.
“Go to Papi, sweetheart.” He laughed when your response was to shake your pussy in the air while you whined, “M’not getting you knocked up tonight.”
Daddy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cunt before he smacked your ass. Realizing he was serious, you pushed yourself back up on shaky arms and continued crawling to your very smug looking Papi.
“How do you want it?”
“However you want it.”
“Fuck.” Papi sighed with a chuckle, “Are you Papi’s good girl?”
You shook your head as he stroked himself over your face.
“Yeah you are,” he rumbled, “are you Daddy’s good girl?”
You shook your head as you leaned upward with your mouth open.
“Oh, yeah?” Papi teased, “Here, you can have this cock in your mouth, there you go.”
He shoved his cock between your lips before he bent over slightly to grab your hair. He went straight down your throat and thrusted hard twice, making you gag.
“You still want this cock in your mouth?” He asked before he thrusted into you hard three more times.
You gagged and squirmed as his balls pressed to your chin and your head burned from the way your hair was pulled. Papi groaned as he leaned his hips forward until his pelvis touched the tip of your nose and kept himself plugged down your throat.
“Can you breathe?” he asked suddenly.
You lifted your hand and tapped his thigh once for ‘yes’.
He chuckled as his head rolled back once he knew you were safe, “You see what you do to me, darling? Make Daddy and I need it so bad, can barely control ourselves.”
You rubbed the underside of his cock with your tongue as you swallowed, making him groan. Daddy groaned from behind you with him. When his heat pressed to your back, you moaned around Papi’s cock as Daddy pinched your nipples. You whimpered around the thick length.
“Look at these tits,” Daddy groaned into your ear, “wanna cum on them.” he told you.
You dropped your hands from Papi’s thighs and grabbed Daddy’s hands and encouraged him to squeeze them tighter, to play with them, to make you feel good.
“Aye!” Papi yelled, “It’s my turn now, you dog.”
Daddy growled before letting go of you. You looked beside you just in time to catch the way his face broke into a grin as he kneeled beside you and looked up at Papi.
“That’s right, it is.” He told him, “Turn around, Papi.”
Papi pulled your hair until a string of saliva hung between his cock and your lips, “Against the dresser.” he commanded.
You hummed and moaned as you kneeled in front of Papi, your back against the dresser that he leaned over. You teased him by licking his tip before sucking on the tip. You worked your hand up and down his shaft as he leaned his elbows on the top of the dresser.
“Go on, Daddy,” he called over his shoulder, “do some work too.”
Daddy had crawled behind Papi, and you could only see from his chest down between Papi’s parted legs. When you saw him reach up and heard the sound of him spit, you knew exactly what was happening. When Daddy leaned forward and you heard both men moan, you squeezed your wet thighs together.
You could see the muscles of Papi’s stomach tense, and you knew he was close. Papi’s eyes had long since closed, his face a look of intense pleasure. Daddy was loud behind him, and you watched his half hard cock bounce in his lap as he ate Papi’s ass.
You sucked and jerked off Papi until his hand slapped yours away and he took over the stroke. You let go of his tip, the soft end glistened with your saliva and his own dripping precum. Papi’s hand flew up and down his shaft while you waited with your mouth open.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Papi moaned and chanted as you watched his balls tighten, “fuck, baby-” his eyes finally opened as you looked up at him with your mouth open and tongue hanging out, “fuck!”
You moaned as the first hot glob of cum shot from the tip of his swollen cock and landed on your tongue. The taste made your thighs rub together as Daddy moaned into Papi’s flesh, the sound of his sucking and tonguing, the strings of saliva that drooled down on to his own lap reminded you of the heat you felt from Papi’s cum dripping down your chin.
You closed your eyes as Papi’s hips jumped and you felt his cum splash across your face, the heat now on your forehead and you could imagine your hair.
“Oh, oh, princess,” Papi moaned, “look so pretty.” he whimpered.
He was utterly spent, but his hand still jerked off his cock as his eyes got glassy. Papi groaned as he pulled on his cock, pulling it away from him and keeping it that way, the rough stretch giving him some pain to edge the pleasure. Daddy was still eating him out, making him oversensitive. You closed your mouth and swallowed what was in it while you looked up at Papi. His eyes were squeezed shut and the tip of his cock was changing color. To help, you reached between Papi’s legs and tugged on Daddy’s own sensitive dick.
“Ah!” Daddy grunted as he rolled on his knees away from you both.
“Fuck.” Papi’s forehead fell with a heavy thud on the dresser as his hand dropped from his member.
You looked at the swollen length, took in the shine of it, until you noticed the white pearl on the tip. Leaning forward, you licked the slit of his dick, and he whimpered pathetically.
“Please, no more.” He actually chuckled at his own tone before he hissed again.
You sat on the floor, your pussy against the floor as your knees stayed bent on each side of your body. You looked up at them both, Daddy having stood to stand alongside Papi moments ago. You could feel how glassy your gaze was as you looked up at them.
“Oh, wow, beautiful,” Daddy reached down and caressed your cheek, “you look so beautiful like this.”
“Come here, darling.” Papi reached down and hooked his hands under your arms, lifting you into his arms.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, and pressed your core against him, dragging your spread folds against his pelvis as he tried to lower you on to the bed. With your legs spread and your back against the bed, Papi slotted his still hardened cock between your folds and humped you, sliding his cock against your entrance while he licked your face clean of his cum.
“Fuck, you have better control than me.” Daddy commented as he climbed alongside you on the bed while Papi untangled your limbs and stood at the foot.
Your hand dropped between your legs and rubbed viciously at your clit as you saw both men hard and heavy again, one of them between your legs.
“Let’s fuck her.” Daddy whined with you at his suggestion, “Look at that pretty pink.” he leaned a hand forward and moaned as you spread your pussy and let him rub your clit for you.
“No.” Papi said firmly, even as he rubbed his pelvis, his cock bobbed between his thighs excitedly, “I have a good idea, though.”
Daddy narrowed his eyes, “You mean my idea?”
Papi laughed, “Yeah.”
You frowned as Daddy climbed off the bed quickly, “I get to first though!” he called over his shoulder.
Papi looked where Daddy had ran off to while he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance. He looked at the hallway, and watched for Daddy as you began to beg.
“Yes, please, please, Papi-”
“Shush.” he told you before he leaned forward a bit and pushed himself in just a half inch, truly just the very, very tip pressed into you.
You lifted your hips and swung them upward in an aggressive movement, making the whole swollen head of his member sink into you. His hand slapped against your thigh harshly and his eyes squeezed shut ads soon as he looked down and saw himself partially inside of you. You were barely breathing, too busy trembling from the feeling of cock penetrating you after so long. It had been months.
Papi abruptly pulled out of you and scrambled off the bed, his cock swollen and angry as he rubbed his face with both hands. You whimpered where you laid on the bed just as you had been under him, your legs spread and pussy open.
“M’sorry, darling.” he said softly to you.
“What for?” Daddy asked as he strut back into the room, his hand full of something neon green.
“What’s that?” you asked as you leaned up on your elbows and looked down between your legs as Daddy climbed on to the bed.
He held up the neon green cock and you felt your heart skip a beat. It was thick, and long, and would fill you in a way you hadn’t been filled in months. You’d used a vibrator during this personally assigned hell, Papi had put one in his mouth while he ate you out just before they left for this trip, but a cock- whether real or fake- hadn’t been near your holes in the longest.
“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed at your excited expression, “I think she likes it.” he teased you by rubbing the fake tip against your clit, “Do you want it?”
“Yeah.” you answered breathlessly.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Put the cock inside of me. Now.” you commanded quickly.
Daddy licked his lip before he led the cock down your seam to your tiny hole. With a push of his wrist, you dropped back against the mattress so you laid flat as your cunt was spread by the fake cock he pushed inside of your depths. You looked down and caught the way he held the balls and controlled the way he fucked you with it. He chuckled as he shook the toy, and stirred up your juices until your wetness was audible.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” he grinned as Papi climbed on to the bed alongside you.
The other Aussie pressed a finger to your chin and turned your head toward him, “If it gets to be too much, you tell us, okay?”
You nodded.
And then you screamed.
Your hips jumped as the fake cock inside of you vibrated hard against all your spots as your tensed pussy tensed further. You shook on the bed and fisted the sheets as it moved inside of you.
“Oh, god, yes, exactly like I pictured it.” Daddy groaned.
You looked beside you, and noticed Papi was on his phone. He turned the screen towards you and showed you how he controlled the member inside of you. Your head dropped back as you cried out as he turned the vibrations on a higher setting.
“Okay, baby, here we go.”
You gasped when you felt the heat of Daddy’s member flop on to your stomach. You only had a moment to look down before Daddy was pressed firmly against you, his cock trapped between your pelvises, his balls pressed to the fake balls hanging out of your swollen pussy. And then he started thrusting.
The wet drag of Daddy’s tip between your bodies, the feeling of his precum sliding down your skin, made you wild. But then you had to add on the feeling of the vibrating cock inside of you being pushed into you by Daddy’s movement. It was a pseudo- fuck.
And you were quickly falling over the edge.
You could barely hear yourself, but you were sure you were incoherent with the way Daddy groaned into your ear and Papi stroked himself beside your wrecked body. Your thighs shook and your arms tightened around Daddy, holding him close and tight as you began snapping your hips forward too, both of your frantic fucking movement making the toy sink in and out of you while Daddy’s hilt and balls were pressed over and over into the vibrating toy.
“M’gonna cum.” you ground out between clenched teeth into Daddy’s ear.
“Cum for me, love,” he panted into your ear, “m’right there with you.” he whimpered.
You screeched as you came, your body tensed underneath Daniel as he froze above you and you felt the wetness of his cum drip between your bodies, his balls seized against your entrance, against the hilt of the vibrating toy. You both panted and turned your heads at the same time, to a wide eyed Papi jerking off frantically, whimpering as he dangled himself over the edge.
“I want your cum too.”
Daddy rasped as he suddenly sat up and pulled the toy from your cunt, making you cry out as your tight pussy tried to squeeze and keep it in, resulting in a loud slurping sound to resonate in the air. You blushed, your body over sensitive as you squeezed your nipples and cried out as Daddy put the fake cock into Papi’s mouth and Papi sucked it. Your juices were visible on it and Papi sucked that cock down while Daddy leaned over and took Papi’s cock into his mouth.
Papi cried out around your cum covered toy as his hips lifted and he no doubt came in Daddy’s mouth.
With all of you spent, you closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, a delirious giggle leaving your lips as you still heard the hum of the vibrator and the suck of Papi’s mouth on it.
Imagine never having rimmed before and daniel and michael wanting you to learn to do it to them so Michael has you sit on the bed and daniel spread out on the bed before you and demonstrates before you are encouraged to try and then once you're used to it, daniel and michael switch places and you (with Daniel's hand gently on the back of your head and michael's filthy praise) eat michael out. . . Idk i think about the boys teaching her things like this a lot👀
I have a lot of feelings about Daniel being in charge of the three of you. Just the idea of him manhandling not just you but Michael too is like 🥴
Daniel would struggle with what he wanted to do cause he wants Michael to have it good and he does want you to learn but bent over the way you are, pussy up in the air- it’s just so tempting. So he decides to give you a little treat and give you all the praise while he dips his cock into your hole over and over, not fucking you, just letting you have his cock for a second or two at a time, just enough to get his dick wet so when it’s not dipping between your folds, you can hear the sound of his hand working up and down it- your wetness making his jerking all the more audible.
Meanwhile all michael can do is listen to it all and feel as you eat him out. He’s borderline delirious with the pleasure and he’s struggling not to hump the bed. He has to keep reaching under himself to grip the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. His dick is so swollen, it feels like it has a heart beat in it, and he’s left a puddle of pre cum on the sheets. Each time he reaches under himself he has to lick his hand clean as he listens to Daniel moan, and feel you moan against his hole.
good god if that isn't the hottest thing ever. them taking turns spanking your pussy until you're dripping down your thighs and making a mess on the sheets or even better one of them fucking you while the other is slapping your pussy
I’ve been rereading mafia daddies and this concept hit me when one day two women starts to flirt with papi and daddy and baby feels pushed out? When obviously papi and daddy are not interested in any other woman than their baby 😩
Australian Daddies Mafia!AU
Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner
*TW* sharp objects in the last scene (after baby returns to the party with Papi)
You crossed your silk gown covered legs one over the other as you kept your perfect posture in your chair. Usually, galas like this were enticing, exciting and peaceful, but this one was very different.
The boys had worked up a steady work camaraderie with Pierre now, and often times the Frenchman was apart of different items and shipments that you moved. So when Pierre expressed a growing interest in extending his resources to South America, the three of you had agreed to help. Extending power and income was a shared goal, and soon enough you were kissing your husbands goodbye as they began making trips across the ocean.
Now, months later, you were finally in Argentina with them. You’d made the most of it so far, helped your husbands on the ground, FaceTimed your babies and their grandparents during any free moments, and fucked the Aussies like you were on a second honeymoon. It was all fantastic.
Until you had met her.
You glared at her from the moment she had approached your husbands at the bar. They were far enough way that it couldn’t be deemed rude that she was talking to them having not acknowledged you, even though you knew she could feel you staring a hole into the side of her face. You picked up bits and pieces of their words, but from the way she wouldn’t break eye contact with Daddy or Papi, and kept standing so fucking close, you fumed silently.
She was a major player in South America, and controlled a lot. She wasn’t someone they could afford to make an enemy out of, but goddamn, if it wasn’t tempting to cut her from ear to ear.
You were already sort of on edge, regardless of how fruitful the trip had been thus far. It had been the first time you’d been without your babies, a year since you’d given birth to your second child, and being in the new surroundings left you uneasy, less friendlier than you usually were in these environments.
It was just a bad time to piss you off.
And the way she threw herself at your husbands? Completely pissed you off.
You weren’t stupid, you knew what people thought of your relationship, your marriage. There were rumors (all false), theories (still false), and nasty gossip that went around in circles. You dealt with it all, sometimes with a knife when you felt it was necessary, but most of the time you tolerated it. What you couldn’t stomach was the misconstrued impression some women had that there was room to get in between you and your husbands.
It was slimy- she was slimy.
Your eyes refocused as you heard her laugh. The obnoxious sound made you look at your husbands, their less than amused, neutral expressions told you all you needed to know. Through the thick silk of your dress, you squeezed the blade securely tucked into it’s holster on your garter.
I could hit her from here, you thought as a faint smile pulled at your lips.
You felt your lips purse as she quickly pushed her hand between Daddy's elbow and side, her too long fingernails curled over his arm as she held it as if that spot could ever be hers. As if your husband would ever want to have any other woman on his arm than you.
Your mood soured as they got ever closer to your table, but you paid them no mind. You weren’t willing to give the woman the satisfaction of knowing you watched their interaction. You trusted your husbands, you watched them out of annoyance towards her, not because she actually had a shot with them.
You wanted to make that abundantly clear.
"Have you met our wife?" Daddy said clearly, and proudly, his bright smile shined as he looked down at you.
From your seated position, you didn’t move an inch, just turned your head to look at her expectantly. She stared at you for a moment before she hurriedly introduced herself, her hand still on your husband’s arm. You finally let yourself smirk smugly as Daddy pulled away from the woman and took his seat beside you. You placed your hand heavily on Daddy’s upper thigh, so high up that your pinky poked the seam of his zipper.
“Good to have a face for a name.” you stonily replied.
Daddy’s nose scrunched for a second while Papi pulled out the seat beside you and sat, putting his arm around you.
“Likewise.” She nodded, “I’ve been enjoying your husbands’ company during their stay here. Quite the partners you have.”
You steeled your expression, you refused to give the bitch the satisfaction of seeing your emotions.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d come, I’d heard you’d had one of their babies recently. Thought you’d be at home being a mommy.”
You tilted your chin up, no longer looking at her from under your eyelashes. You hated when people referred to your children as one of your husband’s, and not both of theirs.
“She’s a fantastic mother.” Papi happily commented, his whole body turned towards you, “We’re incredibly lucky.” He lifted your hand to kiss it, but you didn’t pay him any mind.
“We are.” Daddy added.
You let your eyes bore into hers, the staring contest was a bit childish and bitchy, but necessary. Papi’s words were meant to be forceful, but they filled you with more rage towards the woman. The boys would never understand that she tried to undercut you in that moment, and they’d played right into it.
“Yes, yes, well, good baby mothers are hard to find, or so I hear.” You exhaled harshly at her words, feeling the rage seep on to your face, “I’ll let you enjoy your night.” She began to turn away before she looked over her shoulder, “Oh!” she smiled at Daddy, “I’ll find you later, Daniel, I still want your opinion for that thing.”
And then the bitch winked.
You watched as her slinky, glittery mermaid tight cut dress drag behind her. Every inch of your mind stared at the fabric and prayed it would light on fire right in the center of the huge room you were in. A heavy sigh left your lips as you felt your eye twitch from stress and annoyance
“Babydoll-”
“Don’t.” you seethed, “I’m not mad at either one of you.” you assured them through gritted teeth.
“She’s so fucking annoying.” Papi grumbled, his hand played with your hair behind you.
“Yeah, she fucking is, but you’re no help.” Daddy hissed, leaning forward so his chest was against your arm.
“I’m not entertaining her, I have no reason to speak to her.” Papi answered with a tone that made you giggle.
“The fuck you do,” Daddy hissed and leaned further into you, “you don’t say anything and leave me to put up with her whining.”
Your face twitched as you relaxed back in your seat. The boys bickered over who let who handle what, and how much they mutually despised the woman who was so disrespectful. You zoned out as you felt the actual hurt from the interaction. The wheels in your head spun and demanded that the woman face some sort of answering for the way she’d behaved.
You were in her home, the huge estate you were on was hers, and as far as you knew, the only places currently occupied with people were the front corridor where you had come in and the dining hall you sat in. There was a hallway off to the side where the bathrooms were, but you’d also noticed that she kept emerging from a different hallway from the other far corner. It was all too easy for the plan to fall into place. Your shoulders relaxed and lowered as the tension left you, and excitement filled you.
You came back to yourself as Daddy reached over you and poked Papi’s chest.
“Fuck you.” He whispered to your shared husband.
“Enough, I just, I need air.” You sighed.
“Let’s go.” Daddy said quickly, before he turned to Papi, “You stay and behave.”
“Wha-” Papi lifted his hands.
“I’ll be back for you.” you whispered to him lowly, feeling the heat that had begun to sizzle through your veins boil as he looked at you with that look.
Daddy leaned in and kissed your cheek, before he motioned for Papi to stay seated while his large hand engulfed yours. You let him pull you to your feet and towards one of the large doorways that led to outside.
Daddy sweetly put his arm over your shoulders and pulled you in nice and close so you felt his warmth and smelled his cologne. You felt your hormones act up, and were thankful for it. You wanted sex, and revenge. You didn’t want to cry over some bitch.
And you wanted it all right now.
Looking around the grounds outside, you spotted the garage to the far end of the grounds. The lit walk ways seemed to curve away from the large building, and you instantly knew that’s where you wanted to go.
Curling your arm around Daddy’s waist, you pulled him towards the curve in the walkway, politely nodding to those you passed.
“Where we going?”
“To have some fun.” you purred.
Daddy didn’t say anything, but he made you giggle when he suddenly pulled you along, still not knowing where you were leading him, but trusting the general direction. He definitely knew there was only one reason why you’d be so eager to drag him and Papi away one by one at an event like this.
“There?” He pointed to a few thick trees off the path.
“No,” you told him as you pulled him back beside you, “there.”
You pointed to the garage you were quickly approaching and heard Daddy huff a laugh.
“Bummer.”
You punched Daddy’s shoulder as he teased you. You knew the man liked to put on a show, and would’ve probably had fucked you in the ballroom if you’d asked sweet enough. It would probably not be a bad idea either. You filed that thought away for later, under ways to deter the bullshit gossip about your union with your husbands.
“Come on,” you whispered as you sneaked along the side of the garage, “let’s see how to get in.”
Getting in turned out to be easier than you thought, one of the side doors had been left unlocked, and as you strolled along the array of old, classic cars, you realized that the cars themselves were unlocked. You could tell from the way the keys sat shiny on the dashboards or hung in the ignition.
Honestly, you felt less and less bad about your devious plans as the minutes went by, and more and more excited.
Daniel matched your pace as you skipped and lightly jogged alongside the cars, looking for one with a big enough backseat. When you found one, you weren’t even sure what type it was, just that it had a nice large backseat and some fancy red leather. Fancy red leather that looked like it would stain very, very easily.
“Come here.” you grabbed Daddy’s tie as you ducked into the vehicle, and tugged him in after you.
When you tried to drag him inside and over you, he shook his head and licked your lip, “Nah, not in here,” he leaned back and pushed you over so you sat beside him confused, “right here.” he patted his lap.
You grinned and parted your dress.
“Fuck me,” Daddy groaned as you threw your leg over his side and straddled him.
The silk draped over your right hip as your left leg was completely out due to the split in the dress. You had put your blade equipped garter on your left thigh, and Daddy’s hand immediately went to it.
“You know I love this,” he kissed your jaw as he squeezed your thigh, “I missed having you out here with us.”
You smiled as you grabbed his face in your hands and tilted his head back so you could rub his lips against yours. You smiled for a moment before you ferociously kissed him and tongued away whatever he was going to say next.
His arm squeezed you tighter to him, like he couldn’t get enough of you pressed to him, and the feeling was mutual. But you wanted more.
You snuck your hands in between your bodies and unbuckled his pants, undoing them until you could get to his cock. He moaned when you finally had him in the palm of your hand. You reached down and grabbed him with your other hand. You leaned back a bit so he could watch you as you licked the pre-cum off your wrist where his cock had brushed against.
“C’mon babydoll, don’t tease Daddy.” His eyes were half lidded, and you wondered how long he would let you control the pace.
“I want Daddy.” you told him before you looked down and spat on his cock.
You both watched, Daddy a moaning mess, as your saliva slid down his shaft.
“Come on, baby, it’s enough, isn’t it?” He motioned to his wet dick before he reached between your legs.
You let out a surprised sound as he pressed his palm against your moist center. Reoriented, you dragged your hips across his hand, letting him feel your molten excitement in the palm of his own hand.
“Yeah,” Daddy groaned, “you’re ready for Daddy.”
“Not yet.” you whispered.
You stepped off of him for a moment, and then carefully and with the kind of grace you hadn’t shown in a while, you turned yourself and your dress so your back was to him.
“Gonna ride Daddy backwards?”
You didn’t answer Daddy, just reached between you and slid him inside of you. You hissed as he stretched you, his hands squeezed and rubbed your ass as he flipped your skirt up and over your hip so he could see it. You arched your back and lifted yourself up and down as you turned your hips.
Daddy’s hands led you as you rode him, but in the mood you were in, and what you had in mind, this pace wasn’t going to be it.
You didn’t want a sweet rocking to orgasm, you wanted it dirty and messy. You wanted to be filthy, you would make a mess of this car. And like the good little wife you were, you knew exactly how to get Daddy there.
“Ohhhh, Daddy.” You breathlessly groaned, “Give me another baby.” You whined, high pitched as you ground your hips dirty on him, desperate to milk the long cock trapped inside you.
“Ahhh,” Daddy frustratingly groaned, “Fuck, don’t tempt me.” His hands squeezed your waist as he spread his thighs and split you further so you slumped forward, your hands pressed to the cool leather of the front seat. “Tell Daddy what you want, babydoll.”
“Want more babies, want Daddy’s big cock filling my pussy until I’m dripping, please cum in me, please, please, please.” You rambled.
“Fucking cockslut.”
“Daddy’s cockslut.” You corrected before licking your lips, “Daddy’s little cumdump.”
Daddy groaned loudly. His thrusts met you each time you dropped your pussy on him. You took more and more inches of him with each thrust. He eased you in to him so hard, the feeling of his balls pressed to your lips became more and more firm. You felt drunk with the lust that floated heavy in the air with the smell of sex.
“Ooooo fuck, you are Daddy’s cumdump, Daddy’s good little cumslut,” he moaned, “wanna watch your tits get big again, that beautiful tummy, oh fuck, when you’re all sensitive the further along you are, fuck me, the way you cry for dick, oh, the sweet taste of your milk while you’re riding me.”
He rambled on, exactly the way you wanted him. Your eyes rolled back, your moans came out in a constant hummed moan as you listened to Daddy lose himself inside of you. His hips pistoned upward, and filled you almost painfully as you gripped the leather seats. You distantly wondered if they’d have your nail imprints on them.
Good.
Daniel’s hands gripped your hips until his fingertips squeezed bone through skin and you couldn’t even meet him thrust for thrust anymore. You had to let him fuck you even though you were the one on top. You had just sunk your nails in to the leather when you were suddenly hauled back against his chest, your legs pulled open as he shoved them over his knees, the slit in your dress pulling the sides out to the side.
You lifted your gaze to the front seat, where the slight lighting in the garage made a wicked reflection, a reflection where you could watch Daddy as he watched you, where you could both watch his cock as it sunk in and out of your creamy, wet pussy.
“You see that, babydoll?” Daddy whispered into your ear as his hand came to rest on your lower tummy, just above your spread pussy, “You see how good you take Daddy?”
You hummed and whimpered as you fought to keep your eyes trained on where your husband continuously filled you.
“Fuck, I hope there’s a camera in here.” You moaned.
Daddy groaned as the hand on your stomach pushed down and made you clench around him. You could feel the pressure of his hand in your cunt from the outside.
“Let’s give them a grand encore, yeah?”
Daddy wound one arm around you as you dug your nails into the material of his suit jacket as he fucked you, one finger pressed firmly to your clit. You cried out as your head tipped back, unable to watch any longer. You moaned over and over, louder and louder. You already knew you were about to make a mess of this car.
This car that was definitely not yours.
You giggled breathlessly as you thighs tensed. Thinking cock-drunkenly, you lifted your feet off the floor of the car and cried out as your weight sunk him into you. Daniel groaned as he filled you to the absolute hilt, his tip nudging your cervix in an almost painful way.
“Oh, making room for Daddy?” He tried to tease, but he sounds more breathless as he continued to rock into you.
His tip no longer brushed against the deepest part of you despite not having lost an inch in your depths. You moaned, his fingers closed together and rubbed over your sensitive, soaked nub. It was almost painful, the way he stroked you.
That explained why the orgasm was like a lightning bolt.
You gasped and whimpered as your whole body vibrated, your cunt squeezed and tensed around Daddy’s length as you came. You cried out as he suddenly violently bounced you in his lap, fucking your tightened core until he cried out and bit into the back of your shoulder where your dress had dipped down. You screeched from the bite as you felt so full of Daddy’s hardness.
You hummed as you leaned forward and checked your appearance in the reflection of the car’s front window. Daddy laughed breathlessly.
“Beautiful, baby.” He slapped your ass playfully.
You giggled as smiled at him. Carefully, you lifted your leg and let Daddy slip out of you. He groaned as you did so, but tucked himself away knowing that playtime was over. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to straddle the seat, one leg bent against the leather and the other on the floor as you leaned forward and passionately kissed him.
You moaned into his mouth as you dragged your bare, messy pussy across the red leather. You could feel Daddy drip out of you, gravity dragged his cum out of your battered hole and across the fine leather.
Daddy laughed into your kiss, “Whoa, whoa, easy girl.”
You smirked as you leaned back and opened your side door, “Time to go.” you winked.
You carefully climbed out of the car and took a look at the backseat, a victorious grin pulled at your lips as you saw the creamy stain on the seats. When you looked up, Daddy had the same naughty look.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble.” He giggled.
“Probably already have.” you motioned to your tummy, making Daddy’s eyes darken for a moment before he seemed to remember where you were and the party you were trying to return to.
“Alright, cmon, enough,” Daddy sighed as he intertwined his fingers with yours, “let’s go get Papi.”
The walk back to the estate passed quietly and quickly, you and Daddy shared a few looks as you walked. It was easy to just bask in the post orgasmic bliss. You loved how Daddy got shy after doing dirty things to you. It was such a turn on. It was hard not to drag him back to the garage with the little looks he gave you along the way.
As you rejoined the party and entered the dining room the same way you’d snuck out, a familiar face caught you both.
“You look gorgeous, as always.” Pierre smiled at you.
The Frenchman had really grown on you lately, and your babies loved when he visited. You almost felt guilty for how guarded you’d been when you first met him. Now, he was definitely one of the most closest allies for you and your husbands.
Daddy’s hand lowered to the skin right above your ass that the silk of your dress pooled above.
His thumb rubbed against the center of your spine, “Want a drink?” Daddy asked.
You looked at the shelved bottles as you shook your head, “Nah,” you turned and gave Daddy a wicked smile, “M’gonna go find Michael.”
Daddy’s eyes burned into yours with desire that would make your pussy water if it weren’t for the cum you held inside of you. He nodded and swallowed thickly, already knowing exactly what you had planned. He knew his wife liked to have her cake and eat it too.
“Be good, sweet butterfly.” Pierre teased as he reminded you that he was there.
You giggled and shrugged at him before you turned back to Daddy and pressed your front to his, leaning into him, “I’m always good, aren’t I?”
“So good.” Daddy rasped as his hand squeezed your hip.
Tilting your head up, you pressed your lips to his quickly before you turned away and waved to Pierre. Gently pulling up your dress, you made your way further into the ballroom and closer to where you know Papi waited for you. When you reached the bar, you gasped as strong arms wrapped around your midsection and tugged you back against a solid, hard chest.
“Hey sweetness,” Papi’s voice made your mouth water and you squeezed your thighs together under your dress’s large skirt, “dress has a big fold against the back of it, any idea how that happened?”
You hummed, “Nope.”
“Hmmmmm,” Papi grumbled thoughtfully as you smiled and laid your hands on top of his, your head turned to the side so he could nuzzle you, “Wanna make another?”
“Baby?” You asked innocently, knowing he meant fold.
Papi growled, “Don’t tease.”
“Who said I’m teasing?”
Papi poked your exposed back, “Walk in front of me, take me to where you want.” You grinned as you leaned forward, knowing how excited Papi must have looked for you to have to move in front of him.
You didn’t even think twice, you know exactly where you want to go.
Your smaller hand loosely held two of Papi’s fingers behind you as you dragged him very closely behind you through the room. You made a beeline for the hallway you’d seen your host sneaking in and out of. Knowing you’re in a place and can feign ignorance to whatever you might stumble across to whoever might find you, filled you with a confidence to move surely and fast. Passing the threshold to the hallway filled you with glee.
Two rooms with dim lights shined out into the hallway, and you slowed to the first doorway you reached. You’ve barely taken in the low lit parlor room when Papi’s hands landed on your waist, turning you towards him. He crowded you, squeezing your ribs as he leaned down over you, walking you back into the room as you grasped his thick biceps. You felt the curves of his muscles under your hands, and licked your lips as the wicked smile he’s sporting.
“What ever could you have dragged me out here for?” He drawled, his voice low and teasing.
“Just to chat, of course.” you giggle.
Papi leaned forward and licked the tip of your nose, making you jump back with a surprised sound. The way he smiled at you makes your thighs clench as you stumble back. You turn towards the mirror behind you.
“You could fuck me,” you told Papi through the mirror’s reflection, “Daddy got me nice and slick for you.”
Papi looks at you, and his whole demeanor changes, “You let him fuck you outside?”
You nodded as you leaned over the counter, poking your ass out so he would get the idea. You sighed as his large hands began to rub your ass through the silk of your dress.
“What am I gonna do with you?”
“Fill me up with cum?” You offered.
“Nah,” Papi answered, grabbing your hips as he spun you around, “M’gonna take Daddy out.”
You giggled as he pushed you up on the counter before he shoved your legs open and flipped up your dress. Your hips ached as he spread you wide and made you slouch down against the mirror as he dragged you to the end of the counter so he could kneel between your legs.
“Smell like Daddy.” Papi mumbled as he kissed your inner thighs, his tongue coming out to trace the smooth skin around your lips, “Taste like Daddy.”
“Might wanna get a closer look,” you teased as Papi leaned closer and closer to your core.
“Looks messy like Daddy.” he teased.
You bit your lip as Papi’s fingers pressed to the soft skin outside your entrance, pushing down on it. Your thighs trembled as you felt the rush of Daddy’s hot cum leak out of you like thick cream from Papi’s firm touch. The sound and feel of Papi licking and then slurping the dollop that had spurted from your core made you grin.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes.” you gasped and lifted your hips as Papi’s mouth sucked hard, suddenly covering your whole entrance as he suckled.
You could feel Daddy’s cum being sucked out of you, the way your walls contracted to the suckling, the way your pussy was desperate to be filled, contracting in hopes of catching something inside of you. Meanwhile, all it did was shove the warmth that had rushed your insides out into Papi’s waiting mouth. It was so hot.
You moaned as Papi’s thick hands squeezed your thighs, his fingers curled under your knees to open you up more. With your head still thrown back and your mouth open and moaning shamelessly, you were the picture of want.
“M’almost done.” Papi spoke breathlessly against your lips, his hot breath making you squirm.
His tongue lapped at your pussy until you were certain there was nothing of Daddy left inside of you, Papi having eaten it all. You still basked in the peasure, and leaned your head back to cry out as you felt yourself being feasted upon. Papi was insatiable and could eat pussy for days, and while you knew he loved eating you out, he loved eating Daddy out of you the most, and sometimes himself.
You groaned as a finger slid into you, curling as he suddenly fingered you with a picked up pace, making you squirm and cry out. At your loud exclamation, Papi pulled his finger out, chuckling against your skin.You wanted to watch him take you apart.
When you opened your eyes, you noticed a very familiar shadow in the doorway. Recognizing the dress even in the uncertain lighting you moaned extra loud.
“Do I taste good, Papi?” You asked breathlessly.
An enthusiastic hum that vibrated your pussy against his stubble made you gasp.
“Look at me.” You commanded, all too desperate to flex the control you had over your Aussie.
Obediently, Papi leaned his head back so the tip of his tongue was still rolling around your clit, his eyes looked up at you.
“Do you love me?” You asked with a soft smile.
Papi leaned back and kissed your knee as he came to sit between your legs on his knees. Focused and undistracted, he nodded with emotion in his eyes, “With everything I am.”
You were ignorant to the shadow in the doorway now, so wrapped up in the little bubble that your lovers never failed to submerge you in when they had you like this. Your lips met Papi’s in a sloppy kiss before you pulled away with a giggle and pushed his head back down, where he immediately went back down on you.
“Eat Daddy out of me.” You moaned, dropping your head back as you felt Papi’s thick tongue pushing into you.
Spreading your legs further open with the help of Papi’s large hands, you suddenly remembered your audience. But when you leaned your head back forward, the shadow in the doorway was gone. You let your head roll back and focused on Papi completely, giving yourself to his care. The sound of slicked skin sliding gave you pause. When you looked down over the edge of the counter you were placed on, you could see Papi’s right arm moving.
You bit your lip as you realized what he was doing.
So impatient.
You smiled as you whimpered, a particularly harsh suck pulling your attention from your masturbating husband.
“Papi,” you moaned, “use me.”
Papi groaned into your entrance, his tongue picking up speed and force as he curled it around your walls, making your pussy stretch with his thick, heavy tongue.
“Use me.” You cried out again, earning a hard slap to your inner thigh that made you tremble with want.
Fuck, Papi’s so good at eating pussy, you thought. His tongue just always knew how to curl, how to push, those sweet lips even sweeter around your clit. He’d always be the first man to make you cum without the use of a single finger, all mouth.
The memories of the number of times you’d cum on Papi’s face made your walls clench around his tongue, the moan from his throat making hot breath brush against your heated and drenched cunt as you cried out. Your pussy contracted as you came, and you whimpered as the cold of the room rushed against your pussy as Papi suddenly stood.
You looked down as Papi’s cock came into view, and cried out as he shoved the thick tip of his cock between your lips, breaching you with just the bulbous head as he continued to jerk off the base of his cock. You watched breathless as he stayed anchored in you by just his tip and pleasured himself until he was moaning like a whore partially inside of you.
It was so hot, so intoxicating to have this kind of power over the most powerful men you knew. Oh, how you loved your husbands.
And how badly you wanted another one of their children.
You groaned as you felt him begin to fill you, the shots of cum that leapt from his tip and splashed around inside of you made you moan. There was no more party tonight, not when Papi had cum barely a few inches inside of you. He’d be rushing out of you in no time. The idea of the warm droplets snaking down your thigh made you tremble again as he whimpered.
“Happy?” He smiled at you while he panted.
You crossed your legs behind his back and cried out with him as you suddenly shoved him up against you, taking almost every inch of his cock in an attempt to stuff yourself deep.
“Mhmmm.” you giggled at the starstruck look on his face.
Papi reached up and pet the side of your face. You hummed as he stroked your cheek. Desperate and still horny for more, you pushed back on your hands and lifted your hips, thrusting forward over and over to hump him with the cock still buried in you.
“Hey, hey, when we get home, okay?” Papi chuckled.
You pouted and dropped your legs around him sloppily as you glowered up at him. He laughed and kissed your cheek, promising more later as he quickly pulled himself from you and pushed your legs shut before tucking himself away.
It took a second for your hips to stop aching enough for you to take a few steps, but once you were good, you were back on Papi’s arm and being led back towards the ballroom. For Papi, you were headed to get Daddy and get the fuck out of there, but you still had one more thing to do at this party.
When you passed back through the doorway into the main ballroom, you noticed her in your peripheral vision. She was chatting with some guests, but just as quickly as you cleared the doorway, you saw her excuse herself before she headed back down the hallway you’d just come from.
Now was as good a time as ever.
You squeezed Papi’s forearm, “Be right back.”
“Where you going?” Papi mumbled helplessly, his puppy dog expression pulling at your heart as he looked down at you.
This estate is full of people who have no idea how cuddly he is.
“I’ll be there in a moment, go find Daddy, okay?” You gently reached up and stroked his cheek as he leaned into your palm.
Papi nodded, “Be careful, with whatever you’re planning, alright?”
You froze for a moment, and Papi winked at you. Of course he’d known what was going on with you, he was always watching you and Daddy, so observant and loving. You nodded before turning on your heel and continuing down the hallway you’d been itching to go down since that traitor in waiting emerged from it hours ago.
You lightened your step so the sound of your walking was reduced to a soft shuffle of silk on the marble floor. Heels no longer clicking, you subtly took in your surroundings as you strolled down the hallway. Walking with a purpose but in complete silence was a hard skill to come by, and you were the best.
The soft sound of clicking and drawers caught your attention about 15 feet down the hall, where a soft light was illuminating out into the hallway.
Fuck, wrong room. You were only slightly annoyed that Papi had eaten you out in the wrong room, in the parlor room across the hall from the one that was obviously occupied now.
You peeked in and saw the soft lit parlor room. She's leaned over a counter much like the one you had just been bent over in front of. You realized the room was a bathroom and decided then and there that this was exactly where you wanted to do this.
In private, where it would be between you and her.
She smears her dark lipstick across her lips, so focused on them that she gives no indication that she knew you were there, but you knew she knew.
“Not enjoying the party?”
“It’s tacky.” You say monotone, slowly moving into the room.
She laughs dryly, “And Daniel and Michael?” She asks before she reaches for her blotting powder, “Do they know you’re here?”
“Don’t worry about them.” You keep your calm tone, “They aren’t here.”
“But you are.”
“Bigger things to worry about, and all that.” You remind her.
“Is that what you are?” She asks.
“It’s what I can be.” You give her a sly smile and wait for her to finally catch your eye in the mirror.
"You have their babies, you’re the mother of their children." She says nonchalantly, catching you off guard as you try to figure out her game.
"Yes." You answered with your chin slightly tipped upward, indulging your more petulant, bratty side to look down at her as inferior in her own home. You refused to flinch, even as she chuckled and caught your eye in the reflection.
"You think that means something?" She dryly snickers, "I know you know what you really are: a means to an end. You have two babies, sure. That was good thinking, I’ll give you that. Give each a baby to secure your place. But, at the end of the day, you stay there and they come here."
You stayed silent, biding your time as you slowly walked around the edges of the room.
"Two men, two successful, gorgeous men, and one of you. I hear they were together for long, long before you joined them." She continues to touch up her makeup as she talks recklessly, "It's a shame really, a beautiful, well-known, once well respected heiress reduced to just baby mak-"
She never saw you coming.
The woman flinches as you press your blade to her throat, the very sharp edge making blood bead against it. You lean forward and rest your chin on her shoulder.
"You'll do well to remember exactly who the fuck I am, and what I'm known to do to those who speak badly of my family." You looked at her expression in the mirror, enraged, twisted mouth but telltale glossy eyes, “They’re mine.”
She held your gaze for another moment before looking away, her eyes darting to something else in the mirror’s reflection.
“Okay.” She mumbled obediently.
You smugly smiled, “Good girl.”
“Darling?”
You lift your gaze back into the mirror and spot Daddy and Papi in the doorway. Daddy looks annoyed, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the doorway, while Papi looks calm, aside from his clenched fists a couple feet into the room.
“Yes?” You ask softly, your knife still pressed snug against her skin.
“You ready to go?” Papi asks, his eyes locked with a burning hatred on the woman who’s frozen in place against you.
You nod, before leaning back in, pressing yourself so close to the woman you can feel the way her heart is pattering away inside of her.
“Don’t make me come back here.”
You lower your blade with the threat veiled promise and back away and towards your husbands. Papi nods as you pass him, and Daddy gives you a smirk as you approach the doorway.
“Let’s go make more babies.” He says proud and loud, making you giggle.
When you walk out into the hallway, Pierre is there with his brother in law leaning against the wall. His appearance surprises you but he only gently smiles and nods as you pass by. Daddy passes him behind you, you hear one of them pat the other and there’s a thank you coming from Daddy’s mouth. When you look over your shoulder, you see Pierre and Pyry passing through the doorway that you’d just left a very scared, very powerful, very pissed off woman. For the first time that night, you flinch at your actions.
Papi’s hand is holding yours, leading you straight through the ballroom towards the front corridor where you’re sure your ride is waiting. Daddy’s heavy arm drapes over your shoulders, a welcome warmth that makes you hum.
“Don’t worry about it, cupcake, Pierre’s gonna make sure she gets our message.”
Inbetween visiting everyone they haven't seen for 2 years, what if Daddy and Papi put maximum effort into getting you pregnant while in Australia? Because if the baby can't be born in Australia at least they'd be conceived there.
Guests pull up in the driveway and you're still in the bedroom bent over the bed with Papi pushing what leaked out back in and plugging you up. Every morning and every night for a whole month (maybe the two weeks in quarantine is just one extended version of the rare lazy weekends where you lie in bed and fuck from Friday night through Monday morning, making it six weeks of trying non stop). Constant obsessive stomach touching from Daddy (a promise of what's to come) - Papi's more subtle, coming up behind you whenever you're looking in the mirror and turning you to the side. Sunbathing naked with cum dripping out and sticking to your thighs as motivation while they work out.
You'd sleep the whole flight, well rested but also exhausted at the same time 😉
No clue how old it is but I found a thing (it might've been a roleplay thing when you were doing those a little) and omg it's good but has no conclusion i think. IDK for some reason I have some older stuff copy pasted onto a phone memo, I'm assuming it was camping prep. The thing is Michael & Daniel and I get the vibe we are trying to explore more than just those two in fics but fuck this idea was top tier and I want to talk about it so I can sleep.
Summary: Basically you talk in your sleep to Michael, and say some very incriminating things about how you love him (and you can't even explain it as thinking it was Daniel because you were holding Michael's face??). But you're dating Daniel. When you wakes up Michael and Daniel tell you about what happened, which is a very intense scene, and the whole thing ends with Daniel saying that you offered yourself to both of them. While you were sleeptalking...
Now this is what I would imagine happens next. Somnophilia got the greenlight if I remember right? It's only fitting seeing as you offered while asleep, that you're asleep when they make the move. Every thing is discussed, plans are made to ensure fun and safety, and then the waiting game begins. Three nights pass and nothing happens, but on the fourth night you're shared by Daniel and Michael while in a deep sleep. Daniel shows Michael all the places that draw out the most beautiful sounds. You're fucked until your thighs are sticky with cum and your neck is covered in bites. How you sleep through all of this they'll never know, but you stay asleep right until the morning. You're dazed and confused, something happened but you don't know what. They can either tell you or leave you with that unknown, forced to piece together based on your dreams and the marks left behind. And who knows... if you liked it they can do it again another night.
Okay goodnight thank you for being amazing maintaining this safe space.
I looked through our Aussie daddies tag and couldn’t find what you were talking about but holy shit yes. Somnophilia did get the green light! We’re all good on kinks as long as they follow our guidelines and safe, consensual sex is there.
I love the idea of this it makes me 🥴 but something tells me one of them would get overly excited and wake you (or fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to pretend you’re asleep anymore)
