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Kinktober day 2: Coming untouched and Kidnapping. Pearl and Martyn kidnap Scott and Cleo, tie them up as they fuck making them feel their orgasms without any stimulation.
Hey guys it's day twooooo I fucking loved this prompt I want to live in it forever and ever
Maybe after a stressful day, Scott just wants to relax in bed for the night
Too bad Cleo have other ideas
He'll protest, but he can never say no to his Cleo ❤️ (plus his protest aren't that serious, just being playful with them)
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THIS IS SO CUTE<3333
Scott threw his shoes down with a humph, sighing comically as he slid into the couch. Summoned by the ritual of a tired housemate Cleo poked their head out the kitchen, a smile lighting up their face like the sun.
No words had to be exchanged for Cleo to drop what she was doing and climb into Scott's lap, squishing him so well with her entire body weight, relieving that bone deep ache and replacing it with a comfortable warmth.
"leftover pasta for dinner," Cleo mumbles into his hair, whole body going boneless as she does her best approximation of what being cuddled by a pile of bricks would feel like. "I can heat yours up if you need?"
Scott hummed affirmative, wrapping his arms around her waist before she can try to get off him. "Stay, cozy."
Cleo laughs deep in their chest, sighing fondly as they rearrange themselves to remain in the cuddle for longer than intended.
"I got that thing you asked for," Scott said, voice incoherent as he talks into Cleo's hair. Cleo goes tense, excitement flooding her body, she tries to get up again but Scott denies her, a silent battle of wills occurs until Scott relents and lets Cleo rummage through his shopping bags like a hungry raccoon.
Holding up her prize Cleo squeals with laughter, taking no time at all to unwrap the harness and strap and hold them up to their body. "Scott!!" She crows, "you have to let me try them on you, please please please!"
"No!" Scott moans, "I don't care how much I love you I am not bottoming after work on a Wednesday!"
"Please!!" Cleo whines, turning from almost 20 years Scott's senior to a petulant child being told they can't play with their toy. "I'd make it so good, you'll feel amazing I promise."
While she talks Cleo slides off her jeans and pulls off her T-shirt, leaving her in boxers and a sports bra that despite being purely comfort for Cleo makes Scott's eyes wander to the expanse of their chest hungrily.
"I could fuck you with the dildo?" Scott offers futilely, his compromise shot down without hesitation as Cleo pulls the harness up her hips and brandishes her new teal green cock.
"Fuck Scott," Cleo gasps, seeing themself in the mirror, they grope their body appreciatively as they watch their cock move. "Fuck, I could marry you right now."
Scott's fight falls out his bones as he watches the delight plastered across Cleo's face. She was the one who asked for a strap, but he picked it, knowing everything his soulmate would want in a cock, a perfect little gift for them that he knew would make them happier than anything.
His cunt agreed with his defeat, legs squeezing to fight the heat building in his core. Normally Cleo and Scott are equally matched in their dislike for bottoming, Scott usually winning out as Cleo at least enjoyed riding him, though D/s was completely absent from their relationship as they were both far too controlling to ever let the other Dom them.
But now, Cleo in comfy clothes with a strap over their boxers and the world's most delighted grin on their face, Scott couldn't help but need to let them fuck him.
"Cmere," Scott ordered, unbuttoning his jeans as Cleo turned to face him, he saw several emotions flash across her face before she finally lit up with recognition and scrambled over to him, cock stabbing his tummy in her eagerness to hug him. A kiss was pressed to Scott's head as she forced his hands away, taking charge of undressing him like he's a Christmas gift.
"Best Soulmate Ever," Cleo mumbled into his temple with another kiss, pulling away to pull off his shirt and then letting their hands and face fall to his chest. Where Scott lacked in enjoyment for penetration he made up for in sensitivity on his nipples, a fact Cleo loved to use against him in their usual wrestles for control, but now uses to turn him into a whimpering mess under her hands.
While her mouth and one hand were distracted by his chest, the other hand found his leaking cunt, Scott's legs spread automatically to allow her access to his heat, access she uses immediately to attack his clit with vengeance. Scott moans against his will, legs wrapping back around her torso as she kneels between them.
"Perfect," Cleo grunts into Scott's tit, her fingers sliding off his clit and down to probe at his hole. A hole that is embarrassingly wet for how much he'd protested her doing this. Cleo pulled their head back to watch Scott's face as she sunk two fingers into his waiting warmth. Scott winced slightly at the intrusion, and Cleo slowly thrust, thumb returning to his enlarged clit to distract him from the tension.
"Can't wait for you to finally get your cock," Cleo muttered, eyes following Scott's face as they pleasure him, "but I'll miss this perfect hole so much," they grin.
Scott moaned, and Cleo used the distraction to begin scissoring her fingers, stretching him for another finger.
"'t's your hole," Scott grumbled, "'d never let anyone fuck me but you."
"I know," Cleo grinned. It wasn't exactly a surprise that Cleo was the sole exception to Scott's top-only policy. The fact that Cleo (not a man) was Scott's (only attracted to men) life partner and soulmate was proof enough that the rules that applied to others didn't apply to Cleo.
Cleo slid a third finger in with barely any resistance. "Can't wait to suck your cock though," they added. "You'll have to buy me kneepads after your surgery so I can spend every waking minute with that perfect cock in my mouth." Their fingers began to thrust properly, occasionally stopping so Cleo could attack Scott's clit or g-spot. This time it took very little time for Scott to loosen enough that Cleo could slide a pinky in too, impatiently stretching until she was satisfied that her new cock wouldn't hurt him at all.
Scott whined as Cleo pulled their fingers from his cunt, arms coming up to beg for a hug as Cleo tried to lube up her cock and press it against him.
"impatient little brat," Cleo laughed. Rejecting his cuddle as she read the label for the dildo thoroughly. "I need to wash this, we got ahead of ourselves.
"I hate you!" Scott whined, fingers sliding down to his cock to jerk himself off lazily while Cleo properly washed the dildo.
"Do you want mystery dildo germs in your pussy?" Cleo asked with a laugh.
"You could've done this earlier! You're the one who got me all worked up!"
Cleo grinned, sliding down her boxers to reveal a jungle of orange hair before the harness and newly-cleaned cock slid back in place against it. "Not my fault you're a whore."
Scott spread his legs again, doing grabby hands to get Cleo to come fill him finally. "I'm only a whore cause you make me one."
"Not true," Cleo jerked her cock with the lube, pausing for a minute to relish the feeling before finally satiating her demanding partner by sliding her cock between Scott's folds.
"I'm only a whore like this for you," Scott corrects, pulling Cleo so their head rests against his as their cock breaches him.
"Mhm," Cleo responds eloquently. "Love when you say that stuff."
They trade moans as Cleo moves forwards, filling Scott perfectly. Scott picked the size based on Cleo's preferences and didn't regret it one bit as the burn of stretch is overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled entirely by the person he loves.
"Best-" Scott gasps as the width of the base grows, stretching him more and more. "B-best purchase ever."
Cleo agrees, pressing open mouth kisses against Scott's nipples before finding the sensitive skin with her teeth.
"We should see what Martyn thinks," Scott continues, hands pressing against Cleo's hips to stop her, to a questioning look he adds. "Fuck me now."
Cleo obeys, sliding out until the head of the cock is teasing Scott's entrance, before thrusting back in slowly, speeding up exponentially to get him acustommed to the stretch. Little gasps escape their lips as the heady pleasure of fucking their partner fills them.
"We should ask him over," Scott continues about Martyn. "I'll take his mouth, make him eat me out, watch him g-get all- ah! Yeah! There!" Scott writhes as Cleo finds and abuses his a-spot.
"Watch him get all what?" Cleo asks, teasing Scott's clit as she asks to make him shudder.
"Ah- ah- all loopy, how he gets when y-you get him- Fuck Cleo you need to stop with my dick I'm gonna cum-" Cleo obeys, sliding their fingers, slick with Scott's lubrication and licks them with a mischievous grin.
"Wanna make him all subby and cute how he is when you ride his face?" Cleo guesses, Scott nods enthusiastically.
"You finger him while I d-do that," he continues. "Maybe make him cum like we did before."
"You wanna give the poor man a prostate orgasm as an appetizer?" Cleo cackles, changing her thrusts to hit Scott's G-spot instead, which makes Scott gasp.
"Maybe not," Scott amends. "But we get him all p-pliant and ready, then you fuck his ass and I fuck his mouth."
Cleo groans, the image of Martyn under her instead of Scott making her desperate with want. Cleo and Scott were real soulmates, they shared everything, including fuck buddies. And Martyn was a favourite, so willing and ready, just mouthy and bratty enough to be satisfying as Cleo and Scott tear him down into a whimpering crying mess. Cleo almost wanted to fight Scott for the opportunity for his mouth, loving the way Martyn looks with slick all over his face.
Scott grabs Cleo's hand and leads it back down to his t-dick, she jerks him off in time with her thrusts and relishes the way any words he was trying to form turn into incoherent moans as he finally reaches his peak.
Scott arches his back, pressing his tummy against Cleo's as he cums, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he pants for air through the rush of pleasure. Cleo fucks him through it, removing her hand only when he bats it away from his clit, and similarly fucking him until he whines in protest.
Cleo pulls out, cock glossy with a combo of lube and Scott's slick. Need overwhelms her and she drops to her knees to bury her face in Scott's cunt. Scott barely reacts beyond overstimulated whimpers as Cleo uses their tongue to clean him from slick, and as her mouth is busy her hands slide down, finding her clit and attacking it with reckless abandon.
"Fucking hurts you bitch," Scott complains, hand tugging poorly at Cleo's hair as she continues to tongue fuck him. Cleo reacts like a dog on a leash, pulling away regardless of the sting of pain in her scalp to continue lapping at Scott's cock.
Scott tugs more firmly and she pulls away, glaring at him. "What's the point of having the most delicious meal in human history right here if it keeps trying to rip my hair out," they grumble.
"Sit on my face."
"I guess that's the point."
Scott lays down on the couch, letting Cleo remove her strap and lower herself onto his face. It takes very little of Scott sucking relentlessly on Cleo's clit for her to be a whimpering mess, she pulls away, pleasure turning to pain with Scott's hungry attention, pushing her hole against his mouth and using his nose to grind her clit.
Scott shows absolutely no sign of distress as he is suffocated, instead lapping hungrily at Cleo's cunt like a starving man, Cleo's muscles tighten as pleasure rises in their stomach, first their thighs clamp around Scott's head, trapping him to drown in her slick as muscles tremble around his ears. Then her stomach, abs clenching and unclenching, pleasure hitting like a wave to her stomach. Finally she feels the wave of pleasure crest, sliding her clit down to Scott's mouth and letting him suck her as she rides the orgasm, pulling away when exhaustion overwhelms her.
Scott gasps for air for a while, Cleo flopped on her back, knees still around his head. He strokes her thigh fondly and tries to breathe under her weight.
"Good purchase then?" He asks, far too self satisfied. Cleo's loud groan was response enough.
"You're never gonna escape," Cleo muses "I'm gonna fuck you every single day."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"For that? I would."
Scott groaned. He'd made a monster.
"Want me to reheat dinner?" He asks. Cleo nods enthusiastically.
