friends it is my birthday on sunday! and there is nothing i would love more than you all to fill my inbox with nasty little thoughts about the following list of hockey players (+ one wag):
jacob trouba; chris kreider; leo carlsson; lukas dostal; braden schneider; ryan reaves; hilary knight; mika zibanejad; filip chytil; yana tarasenko; seth jarvis (shh i'm experimenting)
i want to let them all collect throughout the week and then open my inbox on saturday morning 🥰
bonus points for
religious/worship kink re: jacob trouba, in which he is getting worshipped
filip chytil using a fist (but being so nice and gentle about it) or edging incessantly
Summary: your boyfriend Dougie notices you watching his teammate Ryan Graves, and takes matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: heavy threesome smut/filth – I won’t sugarcoat that hah. Some bad language.
A/N: this is entirely @tippedbykreider’s fault and I can only thank her for putting this filth into my head. Once I had the idea, I couldn’t let it go until I had written it out! Header photo is of course sourced from twitter.
Tagging some mutuals so this doesn’t flop: @danglesnipecelly @texanstarslove @denis-scorianov @broadstbroskis @thebookofmags @matthewtkachuk @bricksatanakinswindow @antoineroussel @prettymint @horsesandhockeyplayers
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“Come on sweetheart, don’t you want to let him know how good you feel?”
You couldn’t help but gasp, the harsh sound choking off into a moan as he laughed.
“Gravy, please!”
*
Three months ago, your life turned upside down. Three months ago, Dougie signed with the New Jersey Devils and asked you to come with him. Two months ago, you packed up the only life you had ever known to follow the only man you had ever truly loved to a whole new state. One month ago, you went to your first Devils game and met a man who took your breath away.
Ryan Graves.
There hadn’t been a big dramatic scene, no. All you did was greet Dougie with a kiss as you met him after the game, and the moment you stepped back, that beautiful then-stranger came into view. You still remember the moment, clear as day. There were few men you had met as tall and as broad as your beloved Dougie, and yet here he was. Where Dougie had the short blonde curls you loved to run your fingers through, Gravy had long dark hair you couldn’t help but imagine tangling your fingers in. Where Dougie’s eyes were a beautiful blue, Ryan’s stormcloud grey eyes held a spark that promised mischief. Where Dougie was golden and warm, Gravy was pale and mysterious. It was simple to the basic eye. Both may be big strong defencemen, but physically they couldn’t look more different.
Tall, dark and handsome though – who could resist?
You tried to keep your staring subtle. Dougie did, after all, satisfy you in every way – and this was purely a physical attraction. Dougie’s warmth, and friendship, and love was something you would never want to lose and nor would you ever risk it. While something so primal and lustful consumed you whenever you saw Gravy, it wasn’t like you didn’t feel that way for your own boyfriend too.
No, you knew the moment that Dougie introduced him to you that first night, that you would have to be content with just gazing at Gravy’s beauty. That would have to be enough.
But that was a month ago. And today was a whole different ballgame.
Tonight the Devils had won their game with a 4-0 shutout, leading to the majority of the team heading out to a bar and taking over several booths. The drinks were flowing, players and their partners were dancing, and you were snuggled into Dougie’s side. You’d been pacing yourself with your alcohol, only having had two weak mixers, wanting to be coherent for whenever you went home to celebrate in your own way, but what Dougie just said to you made you crave a shot of whisky.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Dougie just grinned, easy and smooth. “Oh you heard me,”
He didn’t elaborate any further, but he didn’t need to. It wasn’t that you hadn’t heard him – oh no, quite the opposite. The words ‘how do you feel about bringing Gravy home tonight’ were rolling around in your mind, over and over and over, each time feeling more incredulous than the last.
“I don’t…I…what?” you managed to choke out.
Dougie’s grin turned a little sharper, the intensity in his eyes sending a little shiver through your body, and he leant closer towards you, his lips brushing your ear.
“You don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at him?” he murmured.
Oh fuck.
“Dougie, babe, I would never…”
“I know,” he said quickly, placing his hand on your knee and squeezing gently, “But I have noticed how your eyes follow him. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give my girl everything she desired?”
This couldn’t be real, right? Surely this wasn’t real? You bit your bottom lip as your eyes searched your boyfriend’s face, desperate for any sign of truth. Had he really set this up, just for you? An evening with that impossibly beautiful man? You could find no trace of a lie, just satisfaction and heat in his eyes, in his expression, in his body language. Oh fuck this was real. Dougie actually meant it. So you ran your fingers through your hair, swallowing heavily.
“Are you serious?” you eventually asked.
Dougie nodded, thumb running gently back and forth over your thigh. “Do you know something else?”
“What?” you asked softly, body thrumming with anticipation.
What else could there possibly be?
Dougie glanced to the side briefly, before smirking down at you. “His eyes follow you too,”
You couldn’t help but to gasp audibly, Dougie just huffing a laugh as he picked up his drink. You darted your eyes to where he just looked, and sure enough Gravy was sitting there, stormy eyes dark and intense in your direction. He raised an eyebrow at you, to which you bit your lip, earning a small smirk and a wink in return. A laugh from Dougie drew your attention back to him, your cheeks heating up in a flush.
“Well that was easy enough,” Dougie murmured, wearing a small smirk of his own.
You couldn’t help but to draw your bottom lip into your mouth though, Dougie’s smirk shifting into a slight frown. “Is everything okay?”
“You know I wouldn’t…like, I wouldn’t want to be with him without you there, right?” you said softly.
Dougie’s expression shifted into a fond one.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to be with you the entire way. You don’t think it’ll be hot to watch you get absolutely railed by him?”
Oh fuck. The very thought of it made you squirm slightly in your seat – Dougie’s big eyes and warm hands directing you as Gravy takes his pleasure from your body? Getting your mouth all over Ryan’s body while Dougie encourages you? Both of them taking you together? Fuck.
“Whatever you’re thinking, yes,” Dougie teased.
“Are you sure?” you asked softly, needing to know, needing the confirmation that Dougie was into this as much as you were.
“Yes, I am. It’ll be fun,” Dougie said simply, smiling down at you.
Then his face looked a little more serious, making your breath hitch in your throat.
“Are you sure? None of this happens without your say-so. You have the power here,” Dougie said firmly, eyes as serious as his voice.
Oh fuck, what a man you had been gifted. “I’m sure. I am so sure,” you nodded.
You glanced back at Gravy, a wave of heat rushing through you as you realised he was still watching you, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip as he noticed you looking at him once more. Fuck, that’s a pretty mouth.
“I can’t believe we’re discussing this right next to where Jack and Ty are flicking paper straw wrappers at each other,” you murmured, cheeks heating up just enough.
Dougie just laughed, shrugging with a grin. “Hiding in plain sight, right?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head as you smiled. There was still something playing on your mind though.
“When did you even bring this up with Gravy?” you murmured, looking up at your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.
“About a week ago,”
“A whole week ago?” you said, surprised.
Dougie just shrugged. “He was staring blatantly at you after the game the other day, when you were wearing that tight little skirt, and I figured enough was enough,”
Oh wow. “That old thing?” you frowned.
“That old thing that cups your ass perfectly, yes,” Dougie mused.
You felt your cheeks heat up but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of responding. “And what, you were just like, want to fuck my girlfriend?” you asked dryly.
Dougie laughed loudly, tilting his head back slightly, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. He really was so beautiful.
“I was a little more tactful than that,” Dougie grinned, voice still low, “But maybe you should ask him yourself what I said,”
“Oh it’s like that huh?”
“It’s exactly like that,” Dougie smirked.
Such a tease.
“Then what are we waiting for?” you said slowly, sliding your hand high over your boyfriend’s thigh.
The sharp intake of breath you heard from him made everything worth it. Instead of waiting for an answer, you looked over at Gravy, who was watching the two of you so intently that you wondered why no-one had noticed, why no-one had said anything. Oh well, it made things easier for you anyway. Without saying a word, you locked eyes with Gravy, and tilted your head ever so slightly towards the front door. He just smiled. Easy, just like Dougie had said.
“What’s the plan on getting out of here?” you murmured to your boyfriend.
He just smirked. Oh boy.
“We’re going to make a move guys,” he suddenly announced, gesturing at Jack and Ty to move out of the way.
“Boo, already?” PK jeered.
Dougie just grinned sharply, earning cheers, to which you groaned. Men. “Some of us have someone to celebrate with,”
That earned a mixture of more cheers and more boos from around the booth, but they did shuffle out of the way to let you both out – and in the commotion, Gravy somehow slipped out as well, already a few metres ahead of you as you walked towards the exit. Huh. Had they planned that too?
Gravy was already waiting outside on the pavement, phone in hand when the two of you joined him.
“Hi,” he murmured, looking down at you with a smile.
“Hi,” you replied, a little more shyly that you had anticipated.
“Are you going all shy on us, babe?” Dougie teased.
“I guess you’ll find out,” you shot back, winking at Gravy.
The dark-haired man in question just laughed. “Good thing we don’t have to wait long for an uber then,” he mused, wiggling his phone.
Dougie just grinned, sliding an arm around your waist. The wait didn’t take long, as Gravy promised, and the ride back to your apartment felt like a blur. You sat in the back seat between the two gentle giants, Dougie’s hand planted firmly on your thigh, but Ryan’s own thigh was pressed against yours, aligned from the hip like a hot brand, like a promise. Before you knew it, you were walking through the front door of your apartment, Gravy ahead of you, Dougie closely behind, and your heart started beating a little faster. This was really happening. He was really here. You were really about to live out an incredible fantasy, alongside your boyfriend. How were you this lucky?
“I suppose there’s no point in asking if anyone wants a drink?” you mused, toeing off your shoes.
“Maybe after,” Dougie smirked.
Gravy just stayed silent, toeing off his shoes too, eyes never leaving you.
“You know, when Dougie asked me why I was staring at you last week, I almost had a heart attack,” Gravy admitted suddenly.
“That’s what you said?” you said, raising an eyebrow up at your boyfriend.
Dougie just shrugged, nonplussed. “I wanted to know what his intentions were,”
“It’s not every day that a teammate invites me to a threesome when I thought he was going to kick my ass,” Gravy mused.
“Dougie,” you sighed, “Really?”
“What? I had to have a little fun with it. Especially since I intend for you to have a lot of fun,” Dougie smirked.
“You’re okay with this, right?” Gravy asked, looking right at you.
The concern in his voice startled you a little, but his eyes were so genuine. You couldn’t imagine a situation where Dougie would ever try to coerce you into doing something you didn’t want to do – he really wasn’t that kind of guy – but that fact that Gravy was checking before making a move? Oh yes, you were going to reward that.
“I am 100% on board. Are you?” you replied, grinning.
Finally, a hint of a blush raised on Gravy’s cheeks, and you grinned a little more, Dougie just laughing.
“Babe, I told you, his eyes follow you too,” Dougie teased.
Gravy groaned but shrugged. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide your excitement. You always had liked a man who could admit what he wanted.
“And what do you get out of it?” Gravy said, looking at Dougie.
“My girl gets to live out a fantasy, I get to indulge in a little voyeurism, and we all have an incredibly hot evening. Plus I get to show off exactly how lucky I am. I’m secure in myself and our relationship to share her, and I like to give,” Dougie said simply.
The surety in his voice sent tingles down your spine, a warmth filling your body that you hadn’t expected. You already knew everything he said, but to hear it out loud? Fuck.
“Seeing as we’re all onboard then…how about we move this to the bedroom?” you said confidently.
“You know what you want, huh?” Gravy said, a little breathless.
“Oh you have no idea,” Dougie grinned.
“When I see two incredibly hot guys who both want me, how can I not let my imagination run wild?” you shot back.
Gravy’s lips parted slightly, Dougie’s eyes just darkening with want, and you grinned. Without saying another word, you walked towards the bedroom, not waiting for them to follow you. You knew they would – how could they not? Sure enough, only moments after you walked through your bedroom door, their two looming figures passed through the doorway too.
Now that you were here though, you didn’t know where to start. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought of this before, imagined in your wildest dreams what you would do, but now that you were faced with the reality? There were so many options to take.
“Gravy, I…”
“Ryan, please,” he interrupted softly, quirking an eyebrow, “seeing as we’re going to be more…intimate than nicknames,”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and your found yourself nodding before you could even think. Out of the corner of your eye you could hear Dougie laugh softly, but just barely. Gravy…Ryan was just so mesmerising – there was just something about him that captivated your full attention how that his eyes were linked with yours. Holy fuck.
“Now that we’re all better acquainted…” Dougie teased.
You laughed and nudged Dougie with your shoulder, before looking back at Gravy. Ryan. Here goes nothing.
“Will you sit down on the bed for me, Ryan?” you asked softly.
He did so without saying a word. Now it was Dougie’s turn to watch intently, as you straddled Ryan’s lap. The dark-haired man inhaled sharply, his hands resting on your hips as if on instinct. Fuck, he was even more beautiful up close. These eyes! Fuck. You wasted no time in pressing your lips softly to his, one hand coming up to cup his face. Ryan made a soft sound, the softest of moans, his hands gripping onto your hips a little tighter as he kissed you slowly, tongue gently twining with yours in a way that sent sparks through your body. Fuck. Fuck. Tonight was going to be amazing if this was just the start.
“That’s real pretty babe,”
The low cadence of Dougie’s voice made you moan into Ryan’s mouth, fingers tugging lightly on Ryan’s hair like you’d dreamt of, earning a moan from Ryan in response.
“How about we all lose a little clothing, hmm?”
Oh fuck, yes, this was exactly what you wanted. Ryan’s hands and mouth on you, Dougie’s voice directing. This was heaven. This was a dream. This was…oh. Ryan broke the kiss with a huff, pulling away just far enough to rapidly unbutton his shirt, tugging it open to reveal a densely muscled chest, a pale blank canvas just waiting for a bite or three.
“Fuck you’re pretty,” you gasped, hands resting on his shoulder as you took in the sight.
“I could say the same about you,” Ryan mused, his eyes a little wild.
“She’s even prettier without clothes on,” Dougie teased.
You looked back over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from both men. Well if that’s what they wanted…
“Oh fuck,” Ryan groaned.
You just grinned down at him now you were standing up, silently guiding his hands to the bottom of your dress. “Help a girl out?” you asked innocently.
Dougie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head out of the corner of your eye as Ryan slowly slid your dress up your thighs, fingertips leaving burning trails in their wake, until the dress bunched up under your breasts. You lifted the rest of the material up yourself, grinning widely at the groan from the man still sitting on the bed as your bare breasts were revealed to him, leaving you in just a small pair of panties.
“Babe, you’re going to kill him before we even get started,” Dougie teased, coming up to stand right behind you.
You licked your bottom lip as Dougie’s hands slid to cover over where Ryan’s had gripped only moments ago, the two of you taking in the sight of his teammate sitting on the bed still, shirt still on but open, his suit pants visibly tented in a hot line. Fuck.
“Maybe Ryan had better catch up then,” you murmured, eyes remaining on the prize.
Ryan let out a shaky breath, eyes never leaving you as Dougie started kissing down your neck, your eyes not leaving Ryan as he slid out of his shirt, letting it drop to the carpet carelessly. A little better…but he could do more than that.
“And your pants,” you said firmly.
“Babe…” Dougie murmured, “Ease him in, no?”
“You two arrange this between the two of you, and don’t expect me to take what I want?” you shot back, only half-teasing.
“I can handle it,” Ryan insisted, eyes filled with nothing but want.
Oh you had no doubt about that, that was for certain.
“Keep going then. I’m feeling a little underdressed,” you mused.
Dougie laughed, stepping back away from you slightly, making you pout until you realised that he was finally taking off his clothes too. It was then that Ryan stood up, towering over you, his hands deftly undoing his belt and zipper until his pants dropped to the ground. Your jaw dropped slightly as he shoved his underwear to the ground too, stepping fully out of his clothes to bear himself to you completely. Fuck.
“Holy fuck Ryan,” you breathed.
Your eyes fell to the hard line of his thick cock, straining and pearling at the tip already, Ryan’s chest heaving slightly as he fought to control himself. Fuck. Those long strong legs, solid torso, and perfect cock, all for you to enjoy? Fuck.
“Go on babe, take what you want,” Dougie murmured.
Ryan’s eyes darted to where your boyfriend was standing behind you, before he sat down on the bed, shuffling back to sit up against the pillows. His feet came up to plant on the bed, thighs parted wide enough to display himself fully, a quiet confidence in his figure. It was all you could do not to rub your thighs together, your core already damp and aching, something you knew Dougie had noticed.
“You know, Ryan, she’s got a spectacular mouth. Do you want it?” Dougie said softly.
Holy fuck.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Ryan said, voice calm despite the wildness in his eyes.
You whined softly, crawling up the bed to lie between Ryan’s thighs, eyes focused on nothing but the hardness in front of you.
“Can I?” you asked, hands resting on his thigh.
You didn’t need to look over at Dougie to know he was grinning.
“Yeah, go for it sweetheart,” Ryan murmured.
Sweetheart. Oh fuck. As if this man couldn’t get more perfect. You kept your eyes locked with Ryan’s gorgeous greys as you took his tip into your mouth, licking up the wetness already gathered, earning a sharp moan.
“Told you,” Dougie grinned.
You could feel him move onto the bed but you paid him no attention, focusing on the man in front of you, whose thighs were shaking in an effort to maintain control. All that power, all that strength, and he was holding himself back for you? The more you lowered your head, sucking gently, the more Ryan moaned, more and more and more until your tongue was lapping at his base and his hand flew to tangle in your hair.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he gasped, body filled with tension.
“Incredible, isn’t she?” Dougie murmured.
You moaned at Dougie’s proud words, and in turn Ryan trembled, moaning himself.
“If you can hold on, you can fuck her after I do,” Dougie grinned, sharp and a little mean.
Holy fuck, what an image. Yes, that. That is what you wanted. You slowly pulled your mouth off of Ryan’s cock (damn that boy was proportional), and glanced desperately over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend.
“Babe please,” you whimpered, “I want it,”
Ryan gasped out a soft moan, hips bucking up, and Dougie just smirked.
“Then go back to showing Ryan how good you are,” he encouraged.
“You two are going to destroy me,” Ryan groaned, thumb running over your bottom lip.
Yeah he really had no idea what he was getting himself in for.
“But what a way to go,” Dougie laughed.
And with that, Dougie tore open the crotch of your panties, making both you and Ryan gasp.
“You animal,” you groaned, wetness pulsing in your exposed core, knowing that Dougie was watching.
“You love it,” Dougie murmured, not taking his eyes off you.
“Fuck,” Ryan gasped, mostly to himself.
As Dougie reached over into the bedside table for lube, you finally took Ryan back into your mouth, losing yourself in the motions as his hands gently held the hair out of your face, eyes watching you so intently, so darkly, that you knew you’d never get this sight out of your mind. How could you ever, now that you knew what the blush looked like staining his pale skin?
“Ready babe?” Dougie murmured.
You just groaned as his tip nudged against your entrance, tilting your hips back towards him. But Dougie didn’t budge.
“Words, babe, you know the rules,” he said firmly.
Ryan gasped as you removed your mouth from him again, watching your spit-slicked lips in awe.
“Please, Dougie, I need you,” you insisted.
Dougie smiled indulgently, and pushed into you. The slow steady slide of him left you breathless and thoughtless as always, the stretch overwhelming in its pleasure. Ryan just watched silently as your boyfriend moved, hand resting on top of your head where it was resting against his thigh, his hard cock resting on your cheek in turn.
“You have no idea how good you look, babe,” Dougie grunted, hips finally resting against the back of your thighs.
“Then why don’t you show me?” you said simply.
Dougie grinned, waiting until you had taken Ryan back into your mouth to start moving, slowly at first to let you adjust, before the steady increase had you moaning around the cock in your mouth, Ryan moaning in turn. As the sound of slapping thighs and heavy breathing filled the room, you let the motion of Dougie’s thrusts guide you back and forth on Ryan’s length, losing yourself in the feeling and the emotions. This was everything. You gave in to the pleasure rushing through your body, winding higher and higher until you couldn’t take it anymore, and you had to pull off of Ryan to gasp loudly.
“Babe, please,” you whined.
“Watch her,” Dougie said firmly.
Your eyes shot up to link with Ryan’s as Dougie’s strong fingers circled your clit, and you crashed through your peak with the sight of Ryan’s lustfilled expression. Ryan was supporting your upper body when your vision cleared, and the fog in your mind dissipated just enough to gasp as Dougie shot hard inside of you, filling you with his heat.
“Fuck that was so hot,” Ryan groaned, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s not over yet,” Dougie panted, slowly easing out of you.
You whined at the emptiness, even more so as his seed dripped out of you, Ryan’s cheeks just heating up in a fierce blush all over again.
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at you, “I won’t be too much?”
“You could never be too much. Exactly enough,” you grinned.
Dougie huffed a laugh, helping remove the tattered remains of your underwear before turning you over onto your back as the two guys switched positions, and as soon as Ryan was kneeling between your thighs his eyes darkened even more.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he murmured, thumb running over your upper thigh.
“Yeah?” you murmured, heart beating a little faster.
“After all of this, you’re still shy?” Dougie teased, easing himself to sit upright on the pillows next to you.
“There’s no way a woman this beautiful could be shy, no way,” Ryan grinned, spreading your thighs a little more.
Another wave of heat rushed through your body, even more so as Ryan’s hands slid up your torso, those long fingers cupping your breasts gently enough to make you moan. Dougie laughed and reached over into the bedside table again, but it was all you could do to look up at Ryan, body writhing ever so slightly under his gentle ministrations, and as soon as his fingers pinched your nipples you moaned loudly, earning a grin from both men.
“Yeah, she’s ready,” Dougie said, voice low, making you shiver, “Go nice and slowly,”
He handed Ryan a condom, and you watched with baited breath as Ryan sheathed himself, knowing that he was watching Dougie’s seed drip out of you where your thighs were still spread.
“Beautiful,” Ryan murmured.
And with that, he slowly entered you, moving slowly slowly slowly until you were full, your head spinning and your chest tight. Fuck. Fuck.
“You feel so good, holy shit,” Ryan groaned, shaking in an effort to stay still.
You could whine, hand flailing at your side until it linked with one of Dougie’s, grounding you from the overstimulation.
“Go for it. I know what she can handle,” Dougie said firmly.
You moaned at his words, head nodding eagerly in agreement, and Ryan huffed a laugh before following Dougie’s orders. Knowing that Dougie was watching over you, knowing that he knew your body as well as you did, you let yourself loose to the pleasure, wrapping your legs around Ryan’s waist as he started moving, your free hand curling round to clutch at his shoulder.
Your body was consumed with fire, your blood burning with the hits of electricity Ryan’s gave you, his heavy breaths and moans filling your ears until you could hear nothing else. Nothing else, but Dougie’s voice.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t you want to let him know how good you feel?” Dougie murmured.
You couldn’t help but to gasp, the harsh sound choking off into a moan as your boyfriend laughed softly. He definitely knew you too well.
“Gravy, please!” you wailed.
“What did I say about calling me Gravy?” Ryan grunted.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
“Ryan, Ryan, please,” you whimpered.
“There’s my good girl,” Dougie murmured.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your back arching at the praise, earning a particularly hard thrust from Ryan, making you moan as he hit you just right.
“So it’s like that, huh?” Ryan said.
“It’s exactly like that. My girl thrives on praise,” Dougie said, his grin telling his teammate exactly how proud he was.
“I can work with that,”
And work with it Ryan did. He sped his movements up, managing to light you up every time, sweet murmured praise filling your ears until your head was spinning all over again. You could feel yourself climbing that peak again, and you knew Dougie could tell by the way you were gripping his hand.
“Are you going to get there again for us, babe?” he murmured.
Ryan groaned into your ear in surprise, leaning back far enough to look at you.
“Are you going to be good for us?” Ryan asked breathlessly.
Oh fuck.
Ryan just grinned, shifting his weight until he could reach between your bodies, finding your clit with confidence, making you moan loudly.
“Dougie, fuck, Ryan!” you wailed.
And your legs shook as Ryan took you over the edge, pleasure coursing so fiercely through your body that your vision went white. You clenched down hard on Ryan, earning a cut off moan as he stiffened and hit his own peak, circling his hips to chase the feeling as the two of you slowly came down from your highs. It was all you could do to attempt to catch your breath, chest heaving as Ryan slowly pulled out of you. You whined at the empty ache, Dougie just smiling as he ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to your lips, Ryan shuffling off the bed. It was only when Dougie broke the kiss that you saw Ryan re-enter the room, condom gone but a damp wash cloth in his hand.
You bit your bottom lip as he wiped your body over gently, a shy smile on his own face, but you laughed as Dougie took the washcloth from his hand and chucked it on the dresser, Ryan’s eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you beckoned him back to bed. But he came and reclined next to you, hesitant but interested, Dougie just smiling.
“Stay until morning,” you murmured, patting his chest.
“Are you sure?” Ryan asked softly.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I didn’t get you to come in my mouth or get your mouth on me,” you yawned.
Ryan whined sharply at the promise of your words, Dougie just laughing softly.
“Menace,” Dougie mused.
“You love me anyway,” you said, smiling sleepily.
“That I do,” Dougie said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
What a night. And you knew it was only the beginning.
troubs & kreids teaming up and taking u apart,,, very vague thoughts in my head but like. troubs doing the directing. kreids eating u out but only how troubs tells him. troubs stepping in when kreids is breaking down & rutting against the bed & giving u kisses before telling u to earn his dick or u can have kreids's instead. making out w his hockey bruises and making a possessive line of hickies across his stomach,,,, and then going back and getting lost in worshipping his thighs until he decides its enough and fucks u and kreids watches and waits and waits his turn and then you and troubs decide how he gets off. idk just vague thoughts.
this is 🤌🏻
finishing up birthday asks
jacob instructs you to undress, then sits you down on the bed and runs his fingers through your hair. "i have a present for you tonight," he says, and you immediately wonder what kind of collar or lingerie or new toy might await you. "but you're sort of a present for him, too."
him. "who are you bringing over here?"
"you'll be good for my friend, won't you? i've told him all about what you can take." his hand drifts down to your thigh.
"i'm yours," you whisper, "to loan out however you want." you're wet already, having discussed this fantasy with jacob so many times, and now he's making it real. "of course i'll make you proud."
you know jacob's entire aim is to break you into little pieces before the night's over, but he basically achieves that the moment he opens the bedroom door and welcomes chris into the room.
you know chris. it is a little awkward being absolutely naked in front of him, and you are certain jacob set it up this way to purposely make you squirm.
jacob tells chris to sit with you, say hi, don't be shy-- and when chris doesn't know what to do with his hands, jacob starts to direct him.
it's jacob who physically puts you on your back and spreads your legs wide for chris, then tells him to put his mouth on you. he sits at the edge of the bed, his hands roaming your chest, shoving two fingers into your mouth as he tells chris just how to eat you.
chris, to no one's surprise, is a very fast learner.
and it becomes very evident, very quickly, that he absolutely needs to be in you-- but jacob tells him he has to make you come with his mouth first.
meanwhile your mouth is watering and you want nothing more than to have jacob down your throat so you can scream around his dick while chris makes you come, and he fucking knows it, you can see it in his eyes. he strips down and sets his dick on your face, teasing you, daring you, but you know better.
...but you're getting close, chris' beard rough on your most sensitive parts, and your brain shuts off and you take him into your mouth just as you finally come.
jacob pulls roughly out of your mouth. chris is scrambling out of his pants, unable to handle it anymore.
"give her more," jacob instructs, and you whimper; jacob holds you by the arms and chris' mouth hits you again and you thrash wildly against him at the overstimulation, but his strong hands hold your thighs in place and you know pleading won't do any good.
jacob leans down and kisses you tenderly as though you are not having a threesome with one of his best friends. "you need to earn my dick," he says, "or you can have his and that's it."
chris is writhing against the bed, desperately wanting.
earn it. you are so fucking inescapably jacob's that you operate almost in a daze, dropping to your knees and running your fingers reverently over his thighs. you kiss his body like a human lucky enough to encounter a god, head bowed. your lips brush his bruises as if you are saying give me the pain.
chris can't help but touch himself for a little bit of relief, but jacob stops him. "not until she gets to you," he says, and he's so fucking authoritative that chris simply obeys.
after what seems like forever, jacob takes you by the chin and tells you that's enough penance. you've earned it.
and you let out a breathless thank you before taking him into your mouth.
he allows you only a few minutes of what you want before he bends you over the bed to fuck you from behind, leaving your mouth open for chris.
"she'll take you all the way down her throat," jacob promises, rocking slowly against you from behind. "won't you?"
you're sizing up chris for the first time, and you want to kill jacob for making the promise, because he's so fucking big and you honestly have no idea how you're going to live up to it. but you'll certainly try.
jacob bends over your back to whisper in your ear. "that's it, princess. take it all. don't make me a liar."
using every trick you know, you manage it. "holy shit," chris is spluttering, hand on your head to steady himself, "fuck, no one has ever-- no one has--"
"told you," jacob says, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice as he strokes your spine. "good girl."
and then it's chris' dick you're screaming around as jacob fucks you mercilessly, hips red from his fingers digging in, entering a trance as jacob commands you, that's it, come for me, come for me right now, and you know your body's not your own when it simply responds.
you think chris might climb a wall out of frustration. jacob slides out and leaves you there, bent over, cum sliding down your thigh, and sits on the bed.
"your turn," he says to chris. "got her a little stretched out for you."
when he gets in, you literally see stars. you grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath you, gritting your teeth in preparation.
"she can take it," jacob assures him. "do what you want."
and as he speeds up you are screaming. screaming. it hurts and it feels so goddamn good and jacob sits there, fingers stroking your face, your hair, that's it, princess, you'll take everything from him, won't you? you're such a good toy for my friends. you're so obedient. anything to make me proud. i'm so proud of you, the way you take that big dick of his, how you just wipe your tears and make it work. you're something special, princess. so glad you're mine. that's it, we're going to let him come right inside of you, won't we? do you want that? all his cum mixed up with mine inside that tight pussy of yours? does it make you feel dirty? nice and used? you'd do anything i asked, wouldn't you? that's right. because this body belongs to me and i can do whatever i want with it.
his fingers move to play with your nipples and you think you can't come but that little extra sensation is pushing you over the edge and you're screaming both of their names
Chris Krieder has a large property in Connecticut, bordering a hiking trail belonging to the nature preserve his property bumps up against. His property is fenced off, but there’s a secreted away chair that can’t be seen from the house. It sits in what’s technically the woods, but is within the fence line, and anyone walking the trail can see it. That means anyone who decides to go hiking this time of day can see you being bent over that chair by Chris, getting railed nice and hard as he counts how many times you cum on his cock.
this has been sitting in my inbox for a while
I want the hiker to be Mika.
The second he realizes it's Chris, I want him to pause and hide behind the thick trunk of a tree to make sure he's not seen
he's jealous. he's turned on. he's juggling several emotions and suddenly his pants are uncomfortably tight and
well he unzips them. just to adjust.
once his hand is on his dick he can't take it off.
you're bent over the chair, trying to muffle your cries; chris is holding you at the hip, his other hand reaching forward to play with a nipple. mika is transfixed. he can't help but imagine being there, in your place, desperately trying to stay silent with chris inside of him.
"chris," you gasp out.
chris, mika thinks, and he's nearing his own orgasm.
you clap your hand over your mouth and ride it out, shaking against him as you come again. your knees are weak by this point, you wonder if you can hang on until--
there's a loud snap. you and chris look up instantly to the hiking trail.
fuck, mika thinks. his hand is covered in his own cum and there's no way to zip up fast. he prays neither of you spot him, but of course he wore a bright red fucking t-shirt and--
"...mika?"
fuck.
you giggle. "this is what they mean by caught red-handed," you call out to him. you always fucking knew it.
mika is as red as his shirt. "i just-- i--"
chris looks at you and you nod so slightly that mika can't see. you sit down in the carpet of leaves, slinging your sweatshirt underneath you, catching your breath.
"come over here," chris tells him.
"i-- what?"
"she's tired. i'm not finished." his eyes were fixed on mika's dick. "i think you could help me with that."
you've never seen anyone climb a fence so fast.
he's on his knees the second he reaches the chair. chris sits and mika takes him into his mouth. you watch, realizing he's tasting you on chris, and the thought makes your body clench.
it doesn't take long for chris to finish, and mika swallows every last drop as though it were the most delicious thing he'd tasted in his life.
"your hike's over for the day," chris says to him, cupping his face in his hand, and mika closes his eyes and nods. "you'll come back home with us. we are not over for the day."
I just think any man with curls like Chris Kreider has is meant to have them gripped like a fucking steering wheel when he’s going down on you. If he doesn’t like it, he can hold me down by my wrists, that’s fine too. 💁♀️
can confirm. my own man has long curls and this is absolutely true.
i think chris would be a brat simply because he is a problem causer by nature
i think he would love the game of hovering just a little too far back, so the tip of his tongue touches you but not all the way like you know it can
to goad you into grabbing his curls and pulling him into you
you see the little smirk he gets when you finally do pull his hair
he wanted it. the motherfucker.
so you just wind those curls around your fingers and make sure his nose doesn't separate from your skin until you come.
Chris calling Mika a pillow princess in jest, but it sticks and one day in bed while going down on him he just calls him princess and Mika kind of likes it
truly
it's half in jest the first time in bed too: chris, ever the learner, pulls out a new trick and mika lets out a holy shit, what-- what are you--
and when chris decides to give him a break he pulls back for a moment, smiling up at mika. you like that, princess?
it's a callback to the joke but mika's thighs tense and his lips press together and chris knows. there's the tiniest bit of a triumphant smirk and a crinkle next to his eye before he goes back down
and it's only later, when he's deep inside of mika, face-to-face, that he brushes his hair from his forehead and leans down to his ear. that's it, princess, you always take me so well. chris takes his earlobe into his teeth. touch yourself. i want you to come with me inside.
mika obeys. he always does. and in his racing thoughts he's silently pleading with chris to say it again, just one more time, why is this doing it for him--
come on, he says, reading mika's face like a book, that's it, princess, come for me, and mika's body can never disobey chris
but honestly the thoughtfulness of my husband when it comes to finding a way for me to indulge in sex and especially kinks while i'm disabled? there are so many things i cannot do like i used to but like:
i like being tied up. it's no longer safe to be tied spread-eagle on the bed. so the other night he slips a toy in and then gets two belts, tightens one around my thighs and one around my calves, and gives me the same feeling BUT in a way that's safe for my legs.
i am an exhibitionist but there's no accessible place for me to go to engage in that right now. i did however wear a long maxi skirt with a knee-high slit today while we were out running errands. he recognized this as a perfect opportunity to order me out of my panties and finger me while we were driving. since i was able to fully cover myself with my skirt, literally no one could see what was happening if they happened to pass us.
love to be on my knees. haven't been able to do it properly for goddamn months. he orders a huge fucking foam wedge pillow to make it something i can do.
he took a long time figuring out a place and position for me to receive oral because my kneecap kept threatening to slip in some of the usual positions.
also today he had an idea about how he could satisfy me with his mouth sooner than he did last time post-surgery and tested it out. 10/10 i am likely not going to climb the walls out of horny frustration this time.
so i said something about it to him today, about how creative he is coming up with ideas. and come to find out all this time he's been actively reading and learning and researching to make sure i can still be satisfied in bed and i'm just. the thoughtfulness of it. the kindness of it. yes this is all horny stuff but i feel so seen and loved and cherished 🥹🥰
