"Im gay" "im straight" okay?? Lover tell me if you're able?? Whos gonna lay the wedding table?? Times being what they are?? Dark and getting darker all the time??
Kinktober Oct 15
pairing: TF141 / afab Reader
wordcount: 1.6k words
title from the song: Kiss it Kiss It by Renée Rapp
content (warnings): frotting, cunniligungs, anal penetrative sex (unprotected), vaginal penetrative sex (unprotected), free-use, implied housewife kink, mentions of pegging, tit sucking, reader has no orgasm/cums undone
The mission was okay. No one was seriously shot, no one is grunting under muscles aches now, but everyone is excited to return home. Home as in the beautiful cabin they all bought together, four years ago, moved in with you, away from the separate two flats and all five returned in one.
The garden is still thriving, but with it being winter soon, most of the dirt patches are empty, but Kyle knows, seeds are hidden beneath the soil, ready to sprout as soon as the first midgets arrive and the sun shines.
The lights are all on, small little nightlights, plugged in the power outlets, like a little bread crumb way, formed only for them, to the bedroom.
Simon, as always, after every ship-out, is the first to undress, completely. He gets his clothes in his hamper and steps on the front of his socks to pull them off. With a kiss for John, a slap on Kyles arse and a smile for Johnny, he makes his way up the stairs. To you. John is the one next, undressing, cleaning himself with a wet wipe for just a moment and smiling at the sergeants. Johnny and Kyle share the bathroom, taking off each others clothes and kissing, deep languid translations are shared between their tongues. Kyles hand is down Johnny’s trousers, massaging his half-hard prick. “Sweet boy, ready to see our girl?” Johnny groans.
When they arrive in the doorway, flushed, wet tips and swollen lips, they watch. Simon is on his back, one of your tits in his mouth, all while John has a finger down your arse. “Oh fuck.” Kyles cock twitches. Your head is thrown back, a hand on Johns neck, the other rubbing over the short hair Simon wears. Silent moans open your mouth, eyes shut in pleasure. John taps your cheek, making you open your eyes, “Look at your boys.” Your eyes roam over the room and you see them, Kyle and Johnny, kissing, their cocks on top of eachother, a hand to each and rubbing them together. “Oh god.” Simon is still drawing your nipple in his greedy mouth,tongue lapping on the fat around it. John’s finger stretches you, feeling warm they all returned healthy enough for this. Johnny has started to kiss Simon’s thighs and Kyle is watching you getting fucked by John’s thick digits.
After a moment Si abandons your right tit and sits up, placing you on the bed. He kneels before Johnny, licking up and down his length. “Oh you’re all…”, John adds a finger, your gaze still fixed on Si and Johnny, “so beautiful.” Kyle kisses your left ass cheek. “You ready?” You nod, “Yes.”
Kyle is an arse man, its why John likes to prepare it for him. He pushes in with a slow drag, your mouth opens and a groan forms in the back of your throat. Simon lays down on your right, a smiling Johnny on top of him.
“Hi pretty”, you greet him and he takes one of your hands in his, all while shoving his dick along Simons length. Your tummy fills with pleasure, the constant drag of Kyle’s length makes your cry out, all while John is masturbating over your face.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Kyle stops in your ass, white ropes shooting out and painting your walls, you cum undone. You whimper and feel him pull out with a moan. Wiping his cock with one of the discarded shirts and watching Johnny absolutely railing the shit out of Simon. You start to sit up, head dizzy and in need of a break. Going downstairs to get a drink.
The groans are still going, the rooms are not soundproof, you live out this far, who would you bother? Your legs are shaking from the position you were stagnant in before, so you stretch out your hips before opening the door to the shared room. Hot air, smell of sex and a kiss on your lips.
“Hi, pretty.” Johnny. He is smiling, flaccid cock between his legs, hickey mark up his defined body, courtesy of Simon. “You okay?” Johnny notices the look in your eyes, you just nod, he hugs you to his chest, kissing your temple. “Tired. Long week. Glad to have you back.” “Glad to have you back as well”, Simon rasps in your ear, making your breath hitch. “Watch them. Our boys.” Simon’s breath is hot on your ear and you watch.
John is on Kyle, who is a whining mess, has been ever since you first pegged him (a beautiful sight, but one he doesn’t need repeating often) . His mouth is open, moans fall and John growls. Rutting into the younger man. You start to make little circles around your clit, middle finger drawing back the hood and bringing up the slick to gently play with yourself. “Haven’t had enough yet?” Simon asks and kisses down your spine, gentle kisses on your Cervical vertebrae. With ease he lifts you and sits down on the bed, hitching your legs over each side of his head, Johnny appearing with a devilish smile and a half hard cock. “Oh you’re enjoying this, aren’t you.” You say and protest when he snatches your hands to hold. “I am.” Simons tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck.” Slowly you rock, moaning when his nose touches your clit, seeking the friction your body rocks again, Simon’s hands grip your waist and pulls you down, his tongue laps at your hole and you moan. “Fuck Si.” Your hands, you want to touch him, but Johnny laughs. “No can do, sweetheart.” “Please, Johnny.” Your hips stutter and you stop, Simon is working a miracle on your cunt. He is unrelentless, and pleasurable. But stops everytime you’re cumming. “Please, just once.” Johnny holds your wrists with one hand and proceeds to wipe your face, tears you didn’t realize where there.
Besides you, John has stopped pounding. With a groan he pulls out of Kyle, still rock hard, and kneels. Kyle’s cock bops as he stands, pulling John’s mouth to it and twisting your left nipple in the other hand. Simon’s sucking makes you gasp.
“Please.” You huff out and try to rock your body, but Simons hand stops you. Possessively wrapped around your waist. While Johnny is ruining the sheets, by grinding on them, John is flaccid, Kyle is jerking Simon off and searching friction on your thighs. But it all halts when Simon ejaculates in Kyles hand. Groans vibrate through your fold, making you hunch over in pleasure. “Fuck.” Johnny spills over the blue bedsheets, and you come undone. It takes a while, all of you to breathe.
“Welcome back.” You say and throw one leg over Simon to get off. Your legs are still a bit shaky but you don’t mind. With a few steps you open the window and let in the fresh night air. John is the first one to kiss you. “Did you all ate?” Which earns you a gaggle of positive hums.
Simon and Kyle change the bedsheets, you take a look at one of Johnny’s wounds (he is scared it might be infected) and John is watching all of you, brushing his teeth. Still you can’t shake off that you didn’t cum. But for now it doesn’t matter. Your boys are home, and that’s all that is important.
It’s around five thirty when you wake up. Hugging Kyles biceps, who is tangled up with Johnny.
John lying on Simon, who has his head on Johnny's chest.
Your family.
With a kiss to Ky’s skin you rouse and make your way downstairs. Passing all the rooms and doors. All of you have a separate room, to still have privacy if needed. But they usually stay empty.
You tie an apron around your waist, Johnny got it for you last christmas. He was the one who laughed when Simon got a hard on after you had put it on. Housewife Kink or something.
Upstairs there is a conversation happening. One you are unaware of. “Best orgasm in my life.” “You always say that.” Kyle slaps Johnny as best as he can. “Kids.” Simon chides with a laugh, earning a pillow in the face. John groans and hooks his leg upwards, to drag Simon back in his arms. “Where’s our girl?” “Pancakes.” Johnny murmurs against John’s skin. “Mmh. She was good?” Simon looks at John, all brown eyes and a lazy smile on his lips. “Perfect. She was confused for a second, but remembered she was free for the taking, was all asleep”, Simon answers, earning a kiss from John. “Did you make her cum?” Kyle wonders, because when he thinks back, he is not really sure if he did. “No, but you did? You always do with the arse.” Kyle looks to Johnny, who gasps. “We’re so bad, we didn’t make our girl cum.” “Oh god, she’s probably already writing about her bad boyfriends on Reddit.” Kyle jumps out of bed, with Johnny in tow.
You hum a melody, mixing the second batter of pancakes. You hear Johnny’s steps coming. “Hi Johnny, you hungry?” You say and pour one small circle in the pan. “Hungry for your pussy, sure.” You chuckle. “Just give me a second.” “Give the spatula to Kyle, Mo ghraidh”, Johnny presses a set of kisses on your neck. So you hand over the spatula and turn around to look at Johnny. “What’s up with you?” Hands on his cheeks, he pulls away and gets on his knees. “Need to worship you” For confirmation you look at Kyle, still naked. “We didn’t make you cum last night.”
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