#softsunnyy

[softsunnyy]

lowk need anything mack related you can spare 🤲🏻

hii, i don't know where this came from, but i hope u like it, my love.

contains: phone sex, dirty memories, masturbation, pillow riding, fingering, olympics, man moaning, fluff, smut.

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you missed him. You couldn't travel with him to Italy, so communicating with him was a thousand times harder, and you miss him. You see him on tv, on the news. You see how well he's doing, and you can only leave him messages because most of the time he's with the team or sleeping. You even try to talk to Will, or his family, to see if anyone knows anything more than you, but they're all in the same boat.

until the opportunity arises, the afternoon before the big game.

anyone would think the players would want to avoid any distractions, sticking to their rituals, their training, their rest. Wanting to be 100% for the most important day of their careers. And that's exactly what Macklin was trying to do.

or something like that.

because he couldn't help it, he needed to call you, even though it was too early for you. He needed to talk to you, to hear your voice to calm his anxiety, his excitement.

the phone rang once, twice, until you finally answered, your voice still a little sleepy. You sat up slowly in bed, trying to fully wake up.

“hello?” you asked. And he just closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of your voice a little too much, his heart pounding. He wanted to catch the first flight to see you, even if it was just an hour before he had to be back.

“how are you?” he managed to say, his voice sweet from the other side. And you recognized his voice immediately, so your eyes lit up; you couldn't help but smile as you gripped your sheets a little too tightly.

“Mack,” you said, your voice now softer and more awake. “I'm fine, it's so good to hear from you.” He smiled even more from the other side, though you couldn't see him. “How are you? i thought you'd be resting.”

“i'm fine, i just needed to hear your voice, even if it's just for a little while.” “Yeah?” “yeah, i was feeling anxious and needed some peace,” he confessed, making you feel a flutter in your stomach, while heat rose to your cheeks, making you feel a little shy.

“well, i’m glad i could help in some way,” you replied, your voice a little shaky. “I’ve missed you so much, Mack,” you confessed this time, sighing, leaning back against the headboard of your bed as you felt him stir on his side.

“me too. I need you here,” he said in a lower tone, almost a whisper. And something about his tone felt different, like a chill running through your body, making your legs clench together slightly. “You always know how to make me feel better, and i feel a little jealous seeing all the players out with their families, visiting the place.”

“well, i think i know where we’ll go this summer, i guess,” you joked, though your voice came out almost as a whisper, enjoying the short laugh that escaped his lips. “I need you here, all the time, though i also enjoy seeing you succeed. I celebrate every single one of your goals.” He laughed once more, imagining it.

“yeah? your neighbors must hate you now,” he said playfully, to which you smiled once more, feeling the warmth flood your body now that you were hearing him for the first time in days.

“they’re gonna hate me even more when you get back,” you said, slowly moving a hand under your pajama pants, still unsure if it was the right thing to do. “Oh? and why is that?” he asked, though something in his tone told you he already knew the answer.

“well, because we’ll have to celebrate when you bring the gold home,” you replied, slowly running your fingers over your pussy, covered by the fabric of your panties. “You left me here all alone, Mack,” you whimpered, a little sensitive when you touched your clit.

and on the other side, he sighs, touching with some force the bulge that’s starting to form in his pants since he heard the change in your voice. Because he knows you perfectly, and he knows what that change means.

“i wish i were there, celebrating every victory with you,” he confessed, massaging his cock through his clothes, imagining the scene of you on the other side, your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy while you waited for him.

“oh, i celebrate every victory, Mack,” you sighed, rubbing between your folds, then playing with your clit, enjoying the electricity that coursed through your body, making you arch your back, whimpering.

and that confession only fueled the flame, because now he can imagine it so clearly. Your fingers buried in your sweet pussy, reaching your sweet spot, but not going as far as he does, while you frown and have to compensate, rubbing your clit, playing with your nipples. Anything to achieve even the smallest amount of pleasure he can give you, while you replay the clip of his goal over and over, while he smiles and celebrates.

feeling proud because he's yours, while you wet the bed you share with him, waiting for him to return while you fill your sweet hole, imagining it is his cock, thrusting again and again inside you, making you feel so full, so satisfied.

even buying toys, trying to find something similar to him, without success, having to improvise.

oh, what Macklin would give to see you like this, needy, rubbing yourself as if you were in heat, celebrating his goals, the victories he gives his country, while you can only watch him, wanting him to be there with you.

and you hear him grunt and whimper from the other side, fueling your desires, making you pull down your clothes before you can think twice, leaving your dripping pussy in view, ready for when you start rubbing skin to skin.

“Mack,” you whimper, making him pull down his pants, freeing his cock, which springs, completely swollen, hard, its tip dripping and its length full of veins, as well as his arms, his hands...

god, you imagine his thighs trembling, like when you lick him, playing with his tip while he tries not to thrust hard into your throat, making his legs spasm, his arms swell a little from the effort, and his veins stand out in his hands when he gives up, grabbing your hair with one hand, forcing you to swallow everything, drowning you in his cock.

the memory makes you grip the sheets tighter, sliding two fingers inside your hole at the same time he starts masturbating, immediately with intensity, squeezing as if it were your tight cunt, receiving him, molding to his size.

and he imagines how tight you must be, despite the toys, despite playing with your cunt almost every day. He knows how tight you can get, and he imagines coming back, sliding in your walls, opening you so hard you feel like you'll break, with your cheeks wet and your hole swallowing him.

you both moan with the thoughts that come to mind, and soon Mack starts talking to you, filling you with sweet words, with guidance, while you insert another finger into your cunt, trying to simulate what he makes you feel.

and he makes you imagine scenarios, remember sensations, moments, and you can't help it, you get on your knees, taking your fingers out of your pussy to grab his pillow, putting it under your body so you can ride it, feeling the fabric brushing against your sensitive body as you roll your hips.

you can't help it, you need him there, and you tell him so, between moans and whimpers. You tell him how much you need him, with his cock inside your sweet pussy, filling you with his cum, making you feel so good.

you tell him how much you miss him, how proud you are, while you hear him moan, getting more and more sensitive as he masturbates, moving his hand so fast you can hear him.

until you both reach orgasm at the same time, sighing and whispering words of love to each other, feeling your bodies relax and your souls heal after all this time apart.

and Mack can't wait to get home, to fulfill his fantasies and receive the attention and affection of his girlfriend. Of you.

[softsunnyy]

𝐆𝐘𝐌 ᯓ ❥ 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈

: ̗̀➛ don't ask me where this came from, it just happened.

: ̗̀➛ contains: yearning, dirty thoughts, cumming on exercise machine, kinda sex in public, p in v, cumming inside you, possessive thoughts, small hint of jealousy, intervention of a third person. Short descriptions of the machine in the center photo.

: ̗̀➛ taglistt

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you've seen him a couple of times at the gym, always through the mirrors or using machines in the other corner of your usual workout area. And you can't deny it, he's attractive; you can't stop looking at him once you notice him there. Your eyes travel to his arms, his neck, his thighs, the way his body tenses as he gets stronger, adding weight and doing things you don't think you could ever do.

and he distracts you, slowing you down, because you're glancing, wanting to see more, making your breaks between sets longer. But it's not like you're staring at him like a crazy woman, just standing there watching. He just... definitely catches your eye.

and you know it's not just you who's attracted to him, because you've seen other girls, some bolder than you, going up to him to talk, to ask him things, or to ask for help with things you know they already know the answers to, just to interact with him. And you don't blame them, honestly; maybe you'd do the same if you had a little more courage. But it still leaves you with a feeling of defeat, of frustration, because you'd like to be one of them.

what you don't know, of course, is that he's been watching you too, during those moments when you're training, your mind focused on not getting injured. And his eyes travel over your body as well, only a little more subtly, seeing how you lean forward, exposing your ass to eyes like his; or tensing your thighs, or stretching your arms, making your shirt ride up a little, revealing parts of your wet, glistening skin.

but he wouldn't approach you either. He feels he couldn't, that his voice wouldn't come out.

until a mutual friend joined the gym too, immediately noticing a tension between you two, which made him step forward and make it his mission to bring you two together, starting with something easy.

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“hey,” he greeted you in the middle of your set, waiting for you to finish so he could stand next to you, offering you some of his water, which you simply declined, greeting him back. “How are you?, i would have joined earlier if i'd known that you also train in this gym,” he commented, glancing at Oscar, who stopped mid-set, looking at you.

“oh yeah, i started a few months ago and i really liked the place,” you said, oblivious to the glances the two guys were exchanging, focused on adjusting the weight on the machine you were using, increasing it slightly to test it out.

“yeah? that sounds nice. And do you have a partner? or do you train alone?” he asked, now barely looking at you. “No, it’s just me,” “huh,” he told you.

then his eyes lit up and widened, turning his head toward Oscar (again), pretending he'd just realized it was him. "Osc?! dude!!" he yelled, waving his hand to get his attention, making you turn around with wide eyes.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" you complained, still not realizing he'd called someone, more concerned with complaining about the shout. However, when you saw him, it was as if your heart had stopped, this time for real. Your blood pressure dropped, you even felt dizzy.

when he arrived in front of you two, your friend made sure to introduce you, and you could see his eyes discreetly travel from your neck to your cleavage, where beads of sweat were hiding, dampening your shirt and making it cling to your body. That made you swallow. And instead of making you feel uncomfortable, it makes you feel warm, it ignites something in you, making you squeeze your thighs, trying to calm down.

his name is Oscar, and you almost want to moan when you hear him say it, followed by a "nice to meet you" and a beautiful smile you haven't had the chance to see before, since he always maintains a calm, almost serious expression, even when girls approach him to talk.

and you must have sounded so silly saying your name, with your voice a little shaky, your pupils dilated, while being the only one of you three on the machine, with your legs trembling. But you don't even have time to worry about that, because now you're both staring into each other's eyes, as if you know something the other doesn't; as if you share a secret about to be revealed.

and that's enough to change everything. Because now maybe you don't talk as much, but every time you bump into each other you hear him say your name, followed by a greeting, a question, and that's enough to make you feel hot, even nervous, before you even start your set.

and the tension starts to rise with each passing day, and now you even catch him looking at you through the mirrors; his gaze fixed on your body as you do your exercises, though he doesn't say anything out of the ordinary. Always polite. Almost as if he wants nothing to do with you, though you know it's the opposite. And that drives you crazy, because you feel like you're falling apart, like you can't take it anymore.

so you start taking matters into your own hands, taking advantage of the fact that the times you both go are the least busy.

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ so first, you stop wearing a bra on leg day. Even though it feels uncomfortable, even though certain exercises require you to move around a bit more. It's all worth it when you see his eyes fixed on you, immediately dropping to your cleavage when he's in front of you, trying to maintain a small, civilized conversation, even though you both know it's impossible.

the air is getting thinner, the distance getting shorter. You know it's working.

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ so then it was your underwear, though that wasn't so much for him, but for you. Because you're tired of your panties getting even wetter after certain exercises where you feel pressure on your pussy, stimulating you, making you feel even hotter without being able to stop it.

and that's where it all began, on that day when the tension was too much; when you see him sitting on a bench, exercising as you walk past him, walking to the adduction machine, where you could sit on a small chair, right in front of the mirror that lets you see him.

you feel hot, too hot, and even a little... intense , but you still try to stay calm, passing your legs outside the machine, since the goal is to bring your knees together, adding more and more weight to make it difficult. And you begin, opening your legs as wide as you can, closing them carefully, distracting yourself with the music while you watch him in the mirror.

he resumes his exercises, and you can see his arms swelling, even more big; veins bulging; his skin reddish and glistening with sweat; his shirt clinging to his skin, darkening it even further. The sight is almost sinful in itself, so much so that you start imagining things, thoughts like licking the water off his arms, leaving wet kisses all the way to his shoulders, where you'd leave bites, marks, decorating his skin that now looks so glistening.

and you imagine climbing onto one of his thighs, moving your hips back and forth, rubbing against him, feeling his hard, tense, sweaty muscles as he lets you use him, moving with desperation.

or you imagine freeing his cock, kneeling in front of him, feeling its weight on your tongue as you try to swallow it completely, ignoring the gagging or the pain in your knees from the hard floor.

you know you'd be good at it, moving your head to the rhythm he prefers, until you get him to whimper, to feel what you feel just by looking at him for a couple of minutes.

and each scenario felt better than the last, making you feel a tingling in your pussy, which you weren't aware of until it was too late. Because the friction the machine was causing only stimulated you more, as you pressed your thighs together, almost rubbing against that seat while your pussy got wetter and wetter, leaving a dark patch on the fabric of your clothes and the chair, which you didn't notice until you started rubbing harder, trying to be discreet, feeling on the edge after all these minutes of moving without realizing what you were actually doing.

until you came, your legs trembling, letting go of the cushions on your knees that were supporting the weight, making the machine's discs clang loudly, catching his attention.

and he saw you, your face flushed, your chest rising and falling heavily, your thighs spasming, and your mouth slightly open. And it was as if he knew, as if he didn't have to wait for you to get up from that seat.

he knows it. And he smiles, the same way he did the first day, lowering his head slightly, taking his water bottle and taking a long drink while you try to recover, grateful for your dark clothes, but knowing that you'd have to clean the machine with a little more effort.

even so, you did it, without turning to look at him, feeling embarrassed, sensitive, vulnerable, on edge. So much so that you're sure that a single touch could make you collapse, so you avoid him, going to the showers, entering the women's section as you begin to undress, taking advantage of the fact that you're alone and will be for a while.

you turned on the water, letting it run for a few seconds before getting in, sighing as you feel the cold water running over your body, touching your hard nipples, making you gasp, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to relax, to regain your composure, your reason.

until you feel strong, big hands on your waist, followed by someone's chest against your back, making you try to pull away, immediately looking behind you.

although it was obvious. It's him.

he, not letting you get too far away, raises his hands to your breasts, gently squeezing them, tugging at your nipples to see you open your mouth, whimpering.

and you see him, he's naked, his hard cock bumping against the skin of your back, sliding a little until it's between your legs, which you close, trapping him, rubbing against your wet pussy that drips all over it.

"Oscar," you whimper his name, throwing your head back, resting it on his shoulder, feeling one of his hands slide down to your pussy, brushing your clit with his fingers, first gently, testing the waters, savoring your reaction before daring to press harder once more, applying just enough pressure to make your hips move, pushing your body back to seek more contact.

and he gives it to you, starting to rub, watching you move, how you arch your back and squeeze your thighs around his aching cock, which throbs and swells more and more with each passing minute, making you feel his veins against the skin of your inner thighs, as well as a few drops of his fluids falling from his tip, reminding you that he is being patient, that he is waiting for you.

and even in pain, he says nothing, playing with your pussy, memorizing your reactions, watching you tremble each time he runs his fingers between your folds, brushing against his own cock in the process.

he makes your pussy drip, makes you feel soaked, makes your hole throb so much that you feel you don't need any more preparation, and that makes you break, makes you give in to the desperation that's been consuming you for days. And you beg him, your voice soft but broken, heavy with emotion, with desire, while your eyes get full of tears and you try to be good so he'll listen to you.

that seemed enough to crack him a little, his mask of a calm, polite and serious guy. And he moved his hand from your pussy to his cock, grasping its base and starting to rub it against your pussy, until your moans turned into whimpers and he felt he'd tortured you too much, using the hand that had been on your tits to push your back a little, making you put your hands on the wall in front of you, leaning forward slightly and exposing your hole to him, who didn't hesitate to align his tip, starting to slide in slowly, opening your walls in a way you weren't prepared for.

you bit your lip to try to stifle your sounds, but that didn't seem to please him much, so he thrust harder, hitting bottom and making a small gasp of surprise escape your throat, making him smile.

and he started to move. Fast. Without letting you get used to it, something you didn't expect from him, thanks to his calm and controlled demeanor. Although that's precisely the reason for all this, since he'd been waiting for you for weeks, to finally have you in his hands, and the moment had finally arrived, after seeing you come in a public place, just from watching him.

god, he wonders what went through your head, and if they were as dirty as the things that went through his own head when he saw you walk into the gym.

he can't help it. It's as if you awakened something in him he didn't know existed, making him feel wild, alive. So much so that he can't stop himself; he moves fast, hard, hammering inside you, with this need to possess your body, enjoying your sweet, low, broken moans a little too much, saying his name over and over again. Something he'll never be tired of, and that he wants to hear come out of you a thousand times.

almost as if his self-control had vanished, though he doesn't complain. He just moves, feeling your walls swallow him, receive him as if he belonged inside you, making him feel possessive, like he owns you.

after this, there's no way things will go back to the way they were. Not now that he knows what it feels like to have you.

he needs more, and he's almost certain you'll want it too, so he keeps moving, watching you get cockdrunk quickly, to the point where you're babbling nonsense, wanting to receive everything he has to give you.

because you can't deny how good this feels. Not just the way he moves, but the way your bodies fit together like they were made for each other.

all of this feels right, real. Alive.

and the way he fills you with his cum, making you come too… it's a feeling you want to experience a thousand times, even though something tells you you won't have to wait long for it to happen again, because soon he starts moving once more.

[softsunnyy]

yess same person who asked for quinn and connor, I do mean connor bedard you are awesome

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᯓ ❥ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃

during the post-season break, Connor is invited to the house in Michigan, where he'll learn new training styles… and how to please a pretty girl.

contains: smut, cheating?, p in v, fingering, mentioned threesome, Quinn teaching Connor, possessiveness, guilty desires, fantasizing, masturbating, caught having sex, voyeurism, thoughts of breaking you.

a/n: i honestly thought it had only been a week since my last post, but it seems it's been longer, i'm sorry babes. This was supposed to be posted on the 14th, but things happened, then the 15th was my birthday, and here we are. I hope u like it!!

if you don't like this topic, please don't read it.

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it started in the first few days that Connor was staying at the house in Michigan, as a guest for one of the workouts held during the break. He was just wandering around, trying to get to the kitchen without getting lost, in complete darkness, guided by the light from his phone, which wasn't very bright, until he heard some noises, like moans, whimpers, so he approached slowly, silently, turning off his screen when he reached the door from where a little light was coming.

then he saw you, and you were… crying, your head at the foot of the bed, buried in the sheets you were biting to try to stifle your moans while Quinn hammered inside you, moving hard, deep, filling you completely without mercy. And he could see how your legs trembled, how your fists turned white and your eyes closed tightly, your tears falling down your sweet cheeks as you gave him another orgasm, just as intense as the last.

and he was shocked, because you looked so sweet when he saw you that morning, smiling almost innocently, drawing him into that bubble, until now, when he sees you, hair a mess, completely broken, while your boyfriend thrusts into you again and again, searching for his own climax while you try to keep everyone from hearing you, even though you'd failed at that.

Connor wanted to stop watching, but he couldn't. His eyes travel over your body, watching how you react, how you resist, enjoying every second even though you're breaking down. And he wants to know how it feels, what it's like to be in Quinn's place, sliding inside you. God, he bets you must feel so tight. Would you throb around his cock? would you cry when he touched that spot inside you? now he wants to know, he can't stop thinking about it, because he sees how you take it, like a good girl, ready for anything.

unconsciously, a hand slips down to his pants, and he touches it, feeling his own bulge throb immediately, needing attention. And though he hesitates, though he glances to his sides, even behind him, the temptation is too strong. He lowers the sweatpants he's wearing as pajamas just a little, freeing his hardened cock, increasingly swollen, reddened, its tip wet and furious.

and he touches it, takes it in his hand, sliding it up and down, watching your ass bounce with each thrust, or how you lift your face slightly, babbling, whimpering your boyfriend's name while your lovely nipples rub against the sheets, overstimulating you, making your body tremble for him, as he watches, analyzing, learning.

he masturbates thinking of you, of how he wishes he could slide his cock between your folds, or slap his tip against your face, against your breasts. He just needs it. And the mere thought makes him move faster, squeezing his hand, imagining that it is you, that it is your walls receiving him, molding themselves to his large size.

for a moment, he forgets where he is, the situation, and can only look at you, at your body, moving his hand faster and faster until he comes, at the same time as you, sighing a little too loudly, with his chest rising and falling heavily. But it's only when he looks up that he realizes, because he makes eye contact with Quinn, who is clenching his jaw, coming inside you, staining your walls the way Connor craves, secretly enjoying this sudden attention.

and he… god, it's as if his soul leaves his body, as if his blood pressure has dropped. He hadn't expected to be discovered, especially after coming, so he just managed to pull up his pants and go back to the guest room, completely forgetting why he'd gotten up, hiding under his sheets in an attempt to calm down, too nervous about what might happen the next morning.

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but then Quinn said nothing, at least not to Connor directly. After discovering this, he bent over your back, letting you know what had happened, using it to torture you, watching you become agitated, now knowing you'd been exposed in such a vulnerable state. And he continued using your body until your eyes closed, unable to go on for another round, without you realizing that he stayed awake a while longer, cleaning your body while his mind raced through what had happened.

because he knows what's coming. He knows you too well, and he knows he planted the seed in your mind, that now you'll think about it every time you see him, and that you won't be able to stop it, that heat between your legs, remembering what happened, the things he must have seen.

and that's precisely what he wants. So he lets you sleep, analyzing everything from the moment you wake up. Because he knows something has changed.

and now this is his entertainment: watching you squirm, fidget with your hands, trying to keep your eyes off Connor, even inventing chores just to stay at a distance, your face burning at the mere thought of seeing him.

but something inside you is tempted to look. Was he really touching himself? or was it just Quinn's speculation? your mind can't stop replaying it, asking you a thousand inappropriate questions that make you feel dirty, guilty.

and it gets worse when you give in, when you succumb to temptation and watch him through a window, training with the others, lifting one of those heavy plates, almost effortlessly, with fat drops of sweat dripping down his face, trickling down his neck and hiding beneath the tank top he's wearing. And you can't help it; now you're looking at his arms, huge, too strong, and full of veins that stand out every time he lifts the plate. And his legs, how they swell every time he moves, taking steps forward, trotting, doing any activity.

you wonder what it was like, did his veins show? you imagine the muscles in his arms tensing as he masturbated, or his thick thighs trembling as he neared climax. What face did he make? something inside you regrets missing it, but your imagination alone is so powerful that your legs start rubbing together, your body begins to sweat, and you need to get out of there, get some air before you get completely overwhelmed.

and it's just as you're about to leave that you hear a voice. It was one of the guys asking you to come closer, all because of a stupid question Quinn came up with, one that couldn't wait any longer. But when you walk over to them, you see their smiles, and you know it was on purpose.

your eyes immediately travel to Connor, who's trying not to look at you, playing with the weight plate in his hands. And you have to try really hard to concentrate, because you see how his skin throbs, soaked, and the urge to climb onto his arm and rub your pussy against him was so strong that you had to stop looking at him, trying to listen to the question and think of a funny but coherent answer, that would let them get distracted and not notice what was happening to you.

but Quinn knows, and enjoys it, watching Connor, who can't help but steal glances at you, mesmerized, lost in his own thoughts, because all three of you know he can't forget what he saw that night.

and the atmosphere builds throughout that day, filled with temptations, glances, even light touches, until night falls again and you feel desperate, needy, and you climb onto your boyfriend's body, pushing him down on the bed and sitting on one of his thighs, letting your now-naked pussy rub against the fabric of his pants, wetting it, leaving a dark patch that would be difficult to remove.

he smiles, taking your waist in his hands, making you move, rolling your hips and making you moan, too sensitive to play with, whispering for him to please touch you, to do something as he resisted, until he heard the sound of a door closing, followed by hesitant, short footsteps that were getting closer and closer to you.

it was then that a figure stood once more behind the door, watching as Quinn began to undress, while you finished removing what little you were wearing, beginning a spectacle that would last a long time, again. Only now, at least one of you knew you had an audience, so it would make things more… interesting.

it was at that moment that you heard Quinn ask you to sit down, your back to him, leaning slightly towards the door, and you did so without a second thought, used to his orders, knowing you shouldn't question him. And you felt his hands on your thighs, spreading your legs, leaving you completely exposed to Connor, who swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

your pussy is dripping, getting wetter and shinier, after hours of dreaming about another man's body, and how it would feel to taste them both for once, so you can't help the sweet moan that escapes your mouth when your boyfriend runs his fingers through your folds, playing with your patience and resistance, which immediately falter.

his fingers slide between your folds, sinking into your wet skin, watching your juices spurt out, leaving his hand soaked, just like your thighs and his own, making a mess even before you've started. And your nipples harden, so much so that they're incredibly sensitive, making Quinn move his free hand to one of them, squeezing roughly, watching you squirm, whimpering.

Connor watches this, analyzing and learning your expressions, your reactions, the way you arch your back when he brushes against your clit, or how your eyebrows tense when he pulls on your nipple. And he can see you throb, your legs tense, and your stomach tighten. It's as if Quinn is giving him a lesson, showing him what he's missing.

showing him how to please you, even though he can't have you.

and he doesn't wait, freeing his cock when he felt the pain, starting to touch it to the rhythm that Quinn rubbed your pussy, hitting your clit a couple of times, watching your juices spurt out, then sliding two of his fingers into your hole, burying them deep, your walls swallowing it as if it were easy.

Connor wonders if you're still tight after being destroyed so many times.

would you squeeze him? could you take him? he wants to know, he really wants to find out. The mere thought makes him masturbate a little harder, tightening his grip on his hand as Quinn adds another finger inside you.

it was then that they both made eye contact, but this time neither of them ran away. Instead, they looked at you, your eyes closed, squeezed shut, murmuring sweet words to your boyfriend, your mind a little clouded, his fingers buried deep inside you, penetrating and opening you, preparing you for something you weren't quite ready to receive.

and he played with you, under Connor's gaze. It was almost like a challenge: how long would you just watch? or at least that's how it felt, as you clenched the sheets in your fists, your body trembling, your orgasm sliding down Quinn's fingers.

it's at that moment that Quinn nods, signaling the younger man to enter, while you remain in your ecstatic haze, intoxicated by the sensation of your orgasm, oblivious to the intruder's silent footsteps until the bed dips close to you and hands restrain your arms, forcing you to open your eyes. You make eye contact with Connor, who can only manage a smile, unsure of what to do, until your boyfriend decides to speak, completely in control of the two of you, instructing him to position himself between your legs, taking advantage of the fact that you remain perfectly still and open to both.

and you want to resist, to move, to say your safe word and escape without another man putting his cock in your cunt, but you can't. You need it just as much as they do. You want to know what it feels like, you want someone else to break you tonight, and having your boyfriend's consent makes you feel more confident, safe, knowing that he wouldn't let him do anything to you that you didn't want. Knowing that he would stop everything if he saw that you were uncomfortable.

so you let the boy approach you, your pussy throbbing, dripping, eager for what's about to happen, listening to the instructions of the person who knows you best, who knows exactly what to do. Watching him guide him as he slides his tip inside your walls, expanding you in a different way.

you moan uncontrollably, feeling open, stretched, your pussy molding to a new cock as Quinn tells him what to do, completely in control of your pleasure, knowing he'd been the one shaping your tastes, getting you used to his way of doing things.

Connor would have to learn, get used to it. But you both have faith when he starts moving, hammering inside you before you've even gotten comfortable, watching you close your eyes and dig your nails into Quinn's arms, who smiles, watching another cock disappear inside you, again and again, using you like you're nothing. Like you're only good for this.

something inside him feels right, even though the possessiveness is still there, in every comment, every time he tells him what to do, because he knows what you like. Because what he does is what satisfies you. Because he had ruined you for all other men, even for yourself, so now his way was the only right way.

and this began something none of the three of you were expecting at the start of the break, but something you would surely enjoy until the very last moment. You know it when you feel his cum filling you completely, just before Quinn lifts your body slightly, aligning his tip with your full hole, slowly sliding in until he reaches the bottom.

now it's his turn to use you.

because it all started with an accident, but now Connor can learn from the best, from someone who knows how to ruin you. And now they will both be your downfall, though you have no complaints about it.

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working on a new taglist!!

[softsunnyy]

omg hi i didn’t see any requesting rules on your account so hopefully youre okay with this! but its basically reader has an nhl player ex and macklin is fucking her while they watch his game but she’s only allowed to cum if his team loses 🤗

: ̗̀➛ hi baby, honestly, there aren't many things i wouldn't write about! but i might consider adding a section with rules on my profile just to make it clear. Still, your request is something i 100% wanted to write since i read it, so here it is! i hope u like it <33

: ̗̀➛ contains: sex game, jealousy, possessive thoughts, controlling your orgasm, p in v, cumming inside you, silencing your moans, comparison, ego battle

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you feel him slide inside you with fury, thrusting deep, causing a small moan from your lips, impossible to contain. And you don't even have to look at him; you know it makes him smile, feeling in control as he begins to thrust into you from behind, gripping one of your legs and leaving wet kisses on your shoulder.

on the screen in front of you, there's a game, a hockey game, as expected, but specifically of the team where your ex boyfriend plays, the one you were with before Macklin, and the one you were with when you met him. And although many people might find it strange and unhealthy, your boyfriend actually uses it to release his frustration from the day, the week, and even the jealousy he still feels knowing that this person is still around his workplace.

he even invented rules, like every goal that he scored was one less orgasm for you, and every loss for his team was an orgasm won. Making your mind wish the worst for your ex's team, all while your boyfriend's cock is sliding into your pussy, opening your walls so you can receive his swollen, irritated, dripping cock, eager to fill you.

and he's rough, moving intensely inside you, hitting your sensitive spot, and tearing every part of you apart each time he hammers inside, forcing his way in, no matter how wet you are, always way more than you can handle. But still, you don't ask him to stop, because you enjoy it. Because you see that pain as a facet of Mack you don't want to stop seeing. Not when he looks so hot with his jaw clenched, staring at the screen as the commentators' voices get louder, alerting you to a possible goal by one of the teams, or when he has to control himself, without accelerating his moves too much when he feels you're close, forcing you to wait until the game is decided.

you can't deny it, because even though you normally love your sweet boy, with his charming smile and loving words, in moments like these... you adore this version of him, almost primal, dangerous, who sees you as a doll he can break, possessing your body, you, as if that were your only value. While you moan his name like a broken record, engraving it into your throat, just the way he likes it.

like now, when you whimper, feeling it reach deep inside you, moving slowly but intensely, making you feel him everywhere, filling your head with smoke, unable to think too much because you're more focused on how it feels, on how good only he makes you feel, with his full length… moving perfectly… hitting right where it should, creating this knot in your belly that slowly gets bigger… causing tingles, while your sweet sounds get louder, to the point where he puts a hand over your mouth, listening to what was happening in the game, without stopping moving.

apparently, he had almost scored a goal, and the camera showed him returning to the bench with a defeated, frustrated expression. Just what Macklin wanted to see, making him smile, moving with a little more force, ignoring your whimpering, or you drooling on his hand, feeling how you melt, with your mind completely useless, unable to think of anything but his cock, being perfectly received by your walls, which squeeze it, just as he deserves for being so good to you.

and the minutes tick by, and your ex boyfriend's team is losing in a shameful, unforgettable way, under the eyes of Macklin, who feels like he's won everything in life, holding you in his arms as he watches them lose.

that's why you deserve the gift, the opportunity to come, so he tells you, in a whisper near your ear, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek, completely contrary to his other actions, looking at your face full of tears, of drool, as well as your body completely broken, undone, barely holding on while you cum, squeezing his cock, almost forbidding him from coming out, feeling how he starts to come inside you at the same time, filling you.

just as the channel decides to display a statistics graph, comparing your ex boyfriend's performance to Macklin's, talking about how talented your boyfriend is, and how well he's doing, even in less time, achieving goals and breaking records unseen since Crosby's arrival; making his ego bigger, and making him move with more force, burying his load inside you, not letting it escape your hole.

even if he had to stay there for hours, he wouldn't move, not now that he's feeling at his peak. As if every success of his career had meaning right here and now, even though you can barely make out what's happening, your brain fried and your body trembling, being held by him, being the only thing keeping your eyes open.

because this is the best-case scenario, where he can remind you that he's the best for you, and that you made the right decision. Even if it means fucking you stupid until the idea is burned into your brain.

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@cosmosnkaz, @probably--possessed

[softsunnyy]

Imagining Quinn’s girlfriend being jealous when he gets home because some interviewer was clearly flirting with him after a game and he just thinks it’s do hot. Seeing her all red and angry just makes him want to show her how much he wants her and only her. Dom!Quinn being all aggressive is so amazing!!

: ̗̀➛ hi baby, i tried my best, though Quinn isn't as aggressive as i wanted. Maybe it's because i was listening to soft music while i was writing :((. Still, i hope u like it, love.

: ̗̀➛ contains: jealousy, smut, marking your body, thoughts of cumming inside you, oral sex, tit lover, very small angst, possessive thoughts, arguing.

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in the rearview mirror, you saw a car following you for a couple of blocks. But you weren't scared because you knew who it was. So instead, it irritated you even more, and your adrenaline surged, making you press the gas pedal a little harder as you headed to the nearest fast food restaurant, watching as he got closer and closer, stalking you.

that's when you reached the first place you saw, even though you'd have to get out of the car to buy your food. And you prepared yourself mentally, taking a deep breath and walking quickly, opening the door with a bit of force, without looking back, taking another deep breath as you finished ordering.

when it was time to pay, you hurriedly pulled out your wallet, ready to take out your card, get your food, and leave to who knows where, when you felt a hand on your waist, followed by someone standing right behind you, extending their card before you could.

the sweet cashier only glanced at you for a moment and continued with the payment, noticing that your face wasn't one of alert or panic, but rather of defeat. Because you know perfectly well who's with you even without turning to look at him, so you know you're lost. And as if that wasn't enough, he leans close to your ear to speak to you.

"you know you don't have to pay for your things," he reminded you, to which your body reacted immediately, with heat rising to your face, your hands trembling slightly, and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Contrary to the emotions you were supposed to be feeling.

"i'm an independent woman," was all you replied, still without turning to look at him, just waiting for your order to arrive in record time so you could leave. "Thank you," you added, knowing he was smiling even though you weren't looking at him.

"let's just go home after this, okay?" he told you, to which you didn't reply, watching as the boy returned with your order in a bag, handing it to you with a small smile, which is why you also smiled a little, thanking him, feeling the hand on your waist squeeze you tighter.

then you turned around, walking to your car, watching him get into his. And even though you wanted to refuse, to remain defiant and angry, you knew it was best to go back and keep talking things through; maybe this time more calmly, though you weren't sure you could hold back, because every time you remembered… it was like something was burning inside you.

so when you parked, you got out quickly, went inside the house, and left your things in the table, hearing him calmly close the door behind you and walk over to where you were.

“i understand you're angry…” he started to say, but you interrupted him, “oh, really? i thought you still thought i was crazy.” You glared at him, watching him stand in front of you now that you were sitting down, placing his hands on the table and leaning closer to your level.

“she's a reporter,” he replied, as if you didn't know. “Yeah, a reporter who thinks it’s appropriate to talk about your physical condition as if it were from a bodybuilding show.” You stopped looking at him for a moment, taking your food out of the bag, as well as your drink.

“she was a little too much, but still…” you looked up when he stopped, watching his tongue lick his lips, wetting them. “She’s not coming back, she was just a guest,” he added, his eyes never leaving yours, enjoying seeing you so upset about the post game interview.

“once was enough, really,” you sighed, though you weren’t as annoyed as before.

still, imagine your surprise when, after your boyfriend’s game, you stayed to watch the post-game interviews and there she was, a young woman you’d never seen before, smiling as she stood next to him, starting what seemed like a normal interview, with questions about plays, the team’s goals at this point in the season, and their next game, until...

“well, facing teams like Colorado is always intense,” she said, looking at him intently, “but i think you’ll be fine, i see you’ve been training.” She glanced down at his arms, and Quinn cleared his throat, frowning slightly and replying briefly. “Well, i think that’s exactly what the team needs if you ask me, someone strong, capable, and smart. A number one defender, even above Makar in my opinion,” she confessed, smiling, even placing her hand on your boyfriend’s arm for a couple of seconds, removing it under his astonished gaze.

and she continued, one comment after another, making the green rage surge in your veins, ruining your mood and your desire to see Quinn, who was supposed to come to your house after the game. So that’s why you decided to ask him not to come, inventing a lame excuse while you felt the aftereffects of that girl’s actions.

however, he didn't listen, going anyway, sensing that something was wrong and needing to see you to make sure you were okay. Only to realize you weren't, leading to an argument that made you leave your house, grab your keys, and rush to the nearest fast food place, which brought you to this moment, with him looking at you, a smile threatening to appear on his face as you explain, stating once again why it bothered you so much.

"it's just... she was looking at you like that!" you complained, frowning, taking a sip of your drink as you try to calm down, though it's getting harder and harder. "Maybe, and that was wrong of her, but she's not coming back, baby," he said in a soft tone, too calm for your liking.

but that's because all he could do was look at you, all worked up, angry, talking nonstop about how much this bothers you, making you look... hot in his eyes. Something raw inside him burns, filling him with heat as he sees you so possessive.

it was almost primal, but it makes him feel proud and even more loving to see that this affects you as much as it affects him when the situation is reversed. Because he can barely tolerate it; if another man looks at you too much, smiles at you too much, or tries to cross the line, he's there, ready to push him away, then take you home and fuck you so hard and so intensely that all you can do is say his name, drooling on the pillow as your holes are filled again and again and again.

so he gets distracted, watching your eyes, your lips, your jaw tighten every time you pause, and he can't help it, his cock starts throbbing, wondering what you would have done if he'd responded differently, or if she'd been even bolder. The mere thought makes his cock start to ache, so much so that he can no longer hear you, he can only hear his own heartbeat, fast, pleading with him, demanding that he act and do something.

it is then that he takes advantage, realizing your speech is becoming less and less rational, placing a hand on your chin, making you lift your head, while he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss, silencing you, making you whimper at the abruptness.

something in him needs to break you, to remind you that he is yours, so he lets you know with the kiss, charged with emotions that make you whimper, suddenly overstimulated as you feel his hand now on your neck, heavy, imposing, bringing you back to earth and making you melt instantly. Too weak to pull away and complain that he didn't let you continue speaking.

and you feel him move, forcing you to do the same, forgetting everything for a moment as he makes you walk, almost stumbling until you reach the sofa, where he only pulls away from your lips to make you lie down, looking up at him with your shining eyes.

“all this trouble…” he shook his head, kneeling between your legs, making you wrap them around his hips. “I think you need me to remind you of a few things,” he said, placing his hands on your thighs, caressing them, sending a shiver down your spine.

you can only nod, a little dizzy, watching as he begins to undress you with impressive ease, letting everything fall to the floor, until it's just you, naked, dazzling beneath his body as he devours you with his eyes, traveling over your entire body once before bending down, beginning to leave kisses on your neck. Wet, strong. Moving down your skin until he reaches your breasts, which he cups in his hands, listening to your gasps, your nipples hardening as he begins to play with them, squeezing them, brushing them with his fingers.

it was almost torture, but you don't want him to stop either; you can only let him continue touching you, leaving kisses on your collarbones, on your breasts, even taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking with a little force. Enough to turn you into a mess of sighs, arching your back as you feel the tickle his attention causes on your body, growing in your belly as your legs become shiny because of your fluids.

and he takes his time, kissing your body, admiring it, marking it, savoring every part because he knows only he can. He also wants to make you feel seen, adored, while he whispers words of love as he kisses near your face, creating this intimate atmosphere where nothing else matters, only the two of you, until he begins to move down, leaving kisses and bites across your belly until he reaches your thighs, which he grasps, opening your legs for him.

and the sight is beautiful, so much so that it makes him feel hungry.

he wants to devour you. He wants to break you, but he has to control himself, so he begins to leave a trail of kisses and licks on your inner thighs, tasting you because of how wet your skin is, giving him a preview while all you can do is whimper, feeling increasingly desperate, soaked, vulnerable.

one of your hands even travels to his hair, tugging at it, trying to guide him to your pussy, failing when he resisted, toying with your patience, leaving a trail of marks on your skin, slowly approaching, at his own pace, knowing it was driving you crazy.

until he finally got there. To where you so desperately longed for his attention.

and his mouth… it felt like paradise when his tongue traced your folds, tasting you, stimulating you. It was exactly what you needed, making you throw your head back, tugging at his hair once more, unable to utter coherent words, feeling too dizzy, out of it, after waiting for him for so long.

it feels better and better, and you both know it's because he taught you what you should like. He molded you. He prepared you for whatever he wants to do to you. From the first time you did it until now, almost as if you were his toy, his sweet doll. But that doesn't bother you. You always leave it up to him.

like now, when he starts to suck, to lick, to play with your clit while you melt, surrendering beneath his body, while he takes his time, playing with the intensity, knowing you're on the edge, begging him to go harder...

until he heard you, starting to devour you, using his tongue in the ways you know best, letting it slide into your pussy, through your folds, around your hole, even slipping a little inside your walls, feeling how hot you are, how much you throb, how much you're drooling, making his job easier.

god, he won't even have to prepare you at this point, because you're already soaked, dilated. You're gonna open up so easily when he puts his cock in you. Letting him slide in like it belongs there.

and in the fog, in your incoherent thoughts, something inside you feels powerful, reminding you that only you can see this part of Quinn, that wants you, that touches you.

not her, no matter how much she wants him and talks to him unprofessionally.

he only looks at you. He knows how to touch you, how to have you like this, because he's yours, because he only wants you, and that makes you feel hungry. More needy. So much so that the knot in your belly soon appears, exploding in his mouth when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit, letting him swallow everything you have to give, without complaint, listening to you whimper for him, your eyes filled with tears and your legs trembling.

then you see him straighten up, his face shining, his mouth slightly swollen, and he starts taking off his clothes for you. This time a little more roughly, desperately, because his cock aches, it's dripping, and he needs to slide inside you so badly that he can't wait any longer. He can't even take his pants off completely; he just pulls them down a little with his underwear, freeing his hard, red, throbbing cock for you.

and the image almost makes you drool, especially when he grabs it in one of his hands, guiding it to your hole, rubbing it against it, inserting just the tip a little, teasing you both until he finally thrusts in with a single stroke, hitting the bottom hard, making your hands go to his shoulders, digging your nails in when you feel him move.

and believe me, he tries to give you time to get used to it, but it's difficult. He feels your nails on his skin and can only start moving, sliding deep, immediately touching that space inside you that he knows makes you feel sensitive. Even more so after you have your orgasm, causing a few tears to slide down your cheeks, unable to stop them.

"Quinn," you sighed, feeling him thrust, taking over every part of you, sliding in and out.

god, you can feel him all over your body, as if it gets bigger and swollen every time he enters you again. And he seems to feel it too, because he moves harder, more intensely, hammering inside you when he gives in to the need.

it's perfect, just as it should be, and Quinn lets you know in short words, whispered between sighs, as he reminds you that you're the only person he looks at, the only person he thinks about. Reminding you how much he loves you as he thrusts inside you, leaving you feeling dazed, in a cloud of love that overwhelms you, so much so that all you can do is receive, your body trembling and a heat in your chest that won't fade.

it's exactly where you want to be. In his arms. Something only you can do.

and he's going to give it to you, no matter how many times, he just will. He'll fill you up, make you feel like his doll, so you remember that only you are special.

because that's his way of making you feel loved.

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@vxmpirebyrumor, @cosmosnkaz, @probably--possessed

[softsunnyy]

🚨willmack (threesome), mentions of them cumming inside you, masturbation, oral sex, both at the same time, betting, being fucked stupid by your boys, who have a lot of energy, and i think that's all 🚨

poorly written

“if we both score at least one goal each today… you’ll let us use you,” Will proposed. You nearly choked on your coffee, feeling your cheeks flush. You looked at Macklin for help, but he just stared at you, attentive to your answer. You knew then that only you were surprised by the proposal, so you looked back at Will.

“sorry, what?” you said, setting your coffee aside, resting your arms on the counter, leaning in to look at him more closely. Mack’s eyes dropped to your tits, peeking out from under your shirt, as if you wanted him to see them.

“i have a feeling we’ll both score goals today, so what better way to celebrate?” he said, smiling, and you looked at him, amused, surprised, but also interested.

there had always been flirtations between the three of you; you and Macklin had even kissed, but it had never gone that far, and the intrigue was beginning to reach you. You wonder if they're capable of keeping their word.

“okay, if you can do it, i'll be free use for you,” you say, closing the deal. Your response brought a huge smile to their faces, motivating them.

that same night, you stared at the scoreboard with your mouth open, unable to believe your eyes.

not only did they both score. Macklin had pulled a fucking hat trick. As if it hadn't cost them anything. As if they truly yearned for it so much they'd do anything to have you.

you start to feel hot, knowing what's coming. Your mind floods with ideas, with scenarios. You start to feel desperate when you see the game isn't over yet, and you resist the urge to whimper when the camera focuses on them. And they´re laughing and talking on the bench. It's like they know you're watching, impressed, and that boosts their egos.

you see Macklin smile, then spit on the ice. Will's eyes follow every move, then repeat the action.

the commentators praise your guys, and it only makes you feel more needy. They keep talking about stats, how good they are, and the great future they have ahead of them if they keep playing this way. And you're so proud of them that you'd let them do whatever they wanted to you, you don't even care. Your pelvis jerks unconsciously, making you rub against the couch, the heat becoming more unbearable, your face burning. It's like everyone is turning against you, mocking the fate that awaits you.

you see Will take a hand out of his glove, fixing his hair. His veins are prominent, his hair messy. You see him laughing with his teammates, with a different glow, eager to end the game and receive what he's earned.

Macklin looks so big, you see him sip from the water bottle, and your eyes travel to his throat, paying attention to the movement, seeing his white skin, yearning to leave a trail of bites, of marks.

you can't help it; you wanna reward them, you want them to receive the best attention for being so good. You'd do anything for them, because they earned it, because they put that much effort for you, to be able to touch you, to be able to make progress with you.

it doesn't take long for you to start undressing, your mind clouded with ideas, thoughts of them, until you're naked on your couch, your legs spread, exposing your pussy. You're grateful they're focused on them all the time, because their faces on the screen make everything easier. Your fingers are quick, sliding between your folds, rubbing your clit, overstimulating yourself.

your hand moves faster and faster, applying the pressure you know you like, while your other hand plays with your tits. You know how it is. It's not the first time you've touched yourself while watching one of their games, thinking about them, imagining a thousand scenarios after the flirting, the glances.

and yet, you need them. You need them there with you

you slide two fingers into your pussy, stretching your walls, preparing you for them, putting your fingers deep inside you. You're rough, fast, moving them with precision, whimpering their names.

you imagine they're Mack's big fingers, and that Will is the one touching your tits. You wanna feel them, you wanna know what it feels like to have both of their cocks inside of you, taking over your body, doing all the things they've promised you, all the things they've bragged about.

you want them to touch you, you know they'll be gentle, because they're always like that with you, but you want their cocks to use you.

you want them, making comments, like the ones that make you nervous in public.

the game ends when you start to feel the tingling, the familiar knot. You start sliding your fingers faster. You torture yourself, and when you cum, it's loud, your fluids wetting your inner thighs.

you leave small slaps on your pussy, causing your fluids to squirt everywhere as you start rubbing your clit, overstimulating yourself, making you arch your back and your pelvis try to move away.

you don't even know how much time has passed, but you hear them open the door with the key you gave them earlier that morning.

the two of them stand there for a moment, frozen, watching the scene before them. The smell of your arousal fills the room, and they can hear the wet sound of your pussy, along with your desperate whimpers.

they wonder how many times you've cum, but that's forgotten when you look at them, your eyes glassy, your mouth open.

Will is the first to approach, standing in front of you, making you look up at him, feeling small. His gaze is intimidating, making your breath catch. You stop touching your pussy to give him your full attention, and he can see how your body continues to move unconsciously, searching for the lost contact.

he takes your chin, leaning down, joining his mouth with yours, kissing you, devouring your mouth. Macklin reacts, and begins to unbutton his pants as he approaches, then removes his shirt, revealing his big, tempting body. He comes up behind the couch, placing his hands on your shoulders, pretending to move down to your tits.

on the tv, he can see that you were watching them, and a feeling of pride forms in his chest. You'd started touching yourself while watching them.

god, he wants to forget the delicacy just thinking about that.

Will pulls away from you, resisting the urge to kiss you again. With his hands, he helps you stand, your legs trembling, still spasming, almost numb. You watch them look at each other, then he turn you around. Will had you rest your knees on the couch, leaning forward on the backrest, your head level with Mack's dick, while Will positioned himself behind you.

Macklin caresses one of your cheeks and lets you help him pull down his pants and then his underwear, freeing his cock under your hungry gaze. Will quickly removed his clothes, but didn't immediately approach your pussy, not as you expected, at least.

it was when you licked Mack's cock from base to tip that you felt Will's tongue in your pussy, tasting your juices, wandering between your folds. The addictive taste, he couldn't help it; he started devouring you, sucking, licking. Overstimulating your poor clit, making you moan against Macklin's cock, who whimpered, sensitive from how hard his cock was.

Will lingered, listening to your pleas, your whimpers, feeling the ache from how hard his dick is.

it's an interesting scene, with him kneeling behind you, his hands roaming over your body, leaving red marks from how hard his fingers grip your skin, while you try to swallow Mack's cock, trying to be good for him, and trying to resist, knowing that you´re gagging.

Macklin whimpers, his hands shaking a little, but one of them tangles in your hair, pulling you closer, forgetting the size of his cock for a moment, making you choke, your nose brushing against his pelvis as he moves, sliding, exploring your mouth, your heat, and feeling your drool reach his base, staining your chin and causing drops to roll down his tense thighs after the game.

Will moves his tongue expertly, swallowing your juices, seeing your red pussy, your swollen clit. He feels your legs tremble, and his cock aches, wanting your pussy, feel your warmth, feel your walls tighten around him.

they didn't expect the action to start so soon. God, they didn't even know it would actually happen, even though deep down they wanted it so bad. So walking in, seeing you ready for them, so eager and proud of the performance they'd shown... was one of the best surprises. They can't let you down now.

and you try, you try to resist, even though your throat hurts, you're gagging, and you know your voice will be funny later. You can feel the weight of Mack's cock on your tongue, and it's so heavy, hot, and big. Your jaw starts to go numb from the effort, and you start moving on automatic. You want to swallow his cum, feel it slide down your throat, like it's the cure, your reward for a job well done, while you feel another knot begin to form in your lower abdomen, the product of Will, who eats you like you're his last meal.

your legs tremble, they spasm violently, and Will can see your hole throbbing just before you cum, filling his mouth, sending drops running down his chin, making a path down his neck. And he keeps going, not caring how sensitive you are and how you try to pull away. His hands keep you still while he cleans you, swallowing every drop until there's nothing left. And then he stands up, watching you eat his friend, so hungry.

god, he wants to live that experience too.

and Macklin barely resists; he doesn't even know how he does it. Maybe it's how much he wants to stay inside you, but he keeps moving, keeps thrusting, filling you, making your moans die against his skin, sending vibrations through his cock that only make his life more complicated.

Will positions himself behind you, aligning the tip of his cock against your hole, your eyes become glassy again as you feel him begin to slide inside your walls, stretching you. And he's bigger than you thought; you feel like he's splitting you, like he's not going to fit, and you didn't expect that. You pull Mack's cock out of your mouth and moan, trying to grip his thighs, digging your nails in. And he sees a string of drool still connecting his tip to your mouth, making him have to stifle a moan.

your walls squeeze him, welcoming him like a new home, and he has to be patient, giving you a moment to recover while he tries not to come right there, feeling on the edge just from the way you´re so tight, so hot, and how good you feel, like you were made for him.

when your body unconsciously moves back, he knows he can start moving, so he does, first sliding slowly in and out, while you slowly resume your actions with Mack, returning your attention to his cock.

the pace slowly begins to increase, and the position makes you feel Will everywhere. He moves fast, hard, and you try to muffle your moans by using Mack, but it's getting harder. And Mack, oh, my sweet boy, feels like he's going to cry. Every time he's been on the verge of cumming, you take his dick out of your mouth to moan, as if you didn't want to give him the pleasure, as if you enjoyed making him suffer like this, while Will takes care of destroying you.

the sound is obscene, your pussy filled by a cock, his body slamming into yours, making your ass turn red. And your fluids make a mess, staining your body, leaving trails of drool and dried arousal on your skin, as well as on your boys' skin.

your mind is foggy, you feel dizzy, a little lightheaded, your eyes want to close on their own, and loud moans come from your mouth, frustrating Mack.

Will notices the situation and knows what he must do.

“baby, you're not helping Mack. Come on, look how ready he is for you, or you don´t want him?” his words make your eyes widen, and you try to return to your task, but it's so difficult that you whimper, frustrated, aroused, with fat, hot tears falling down your cheeks because you wanna be good for him.

“you’re leaving us no choice,” Will says, looking at his friend, communicating with him silently, knowing they’re both thinking the same thing. As always.

you feel him slide out of you, making you feel so empty, and you whimper, begging, pleading for forgiveness, trying to keep the fun going, until his hands take you and move you to his liking. He lies down on the couch and has you sit on his lap, facing him, resting your hands on his chest as you feel his hot cock pressed against your wet pussy. That's enough to distract you, not noticing Mack walk over to stand behind you, waiting.

soon you're back on Will's cock, and this time you feel him even deeper, making a small bulge form in your belly. You try to move, to ride him, but big hands push you forward, pressing your tits against Will's chest and making it impossible for you to move much.

"ready, babe?," you heard Macklin say, but you're too fucked up, not fully understanding what he's talking about. You're quieter, more lost. You had cum a couple of times before they arrived, leaving you fucked stupid.

it's then that you feel pressure on your pussy, in the same hole Will is using, and your eyes fill with tears, your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You feel his cock slide in, and it's big, even more, and it stretches your walls too far. And you suffocate them, both of them. Their cocks together inside you, not moving yet, but making you feel shattered, broken, completely lost now.

Will tries to kiss you to distract you, but he can feel your tears until you try to move on your own. Macklin takes this as a good sign and begins to slide in, very slowly, carefully at first. His hands caress your back, feeling how it's still quite difficult to move inside you.

they're patient, letting you get used to it, letting your pussy open wider for them, to welcome them home. The sensation is better than they expected. It's addictive. And oh, they don't think they'll ever forget it now. You're gonna have to get used to it.

your pussy is gonna have to get used to it.

because they don't need to make bets anymore. They both know they'll keep coming back to you, asking for more, wanting to bury themselves in your pussy, in your walls, whether together or separately.

they're gonna mark you, they're gonna take over your body, and you won't be able to forget that pair, no matter what.

they're just getting started now, the night is long, but you already feel broken by the way they move inside you, and they don't care. They're young, they have energy, stamina. They're gonna use your body until you can't take it anymore, and they'll cum inside your walls until there's no more room, until both of their loads join together and create white rings at their bases.

they're gonna cum inside you again and again, because that's part of the deal... right?

oh, how did you go from flirting to this? none of you three know, but are you going to complain? of course not.

you just hope that tomorrow you can get out of bed.

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hey my baddielicious queennnnnn thanks for more WillMack x readerrrrrr. Could you maybe do one with them (Will and Mack) in the locker room before a game where the reader sneaks in after everyone else leaves and she gives them good luck head???? If not that’s totally fine queen!!!

hi baby, sorry it took me so long, i hope u like it !!

• ➵ smut content, if you don't like it, please don't read it.

• ➵ includes: oral sex, cumming in your mouth, fingering, no p in n, sneaking into the locker room, desperate WillMack.

thank y'all again for the 900, i feel so happy and grateful

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i'm thinking about Will and Mack, your sweet boys who are like puppies, needing your attention, your words, your affection. Even in the least ideal moments, like when they're getting ready for a game, but they're too anxious because they haven't seen you all day, and their teammates keep talking about wives, girlfriends, family, making them miss you more and more.

the desperation reaches such a level that Mack doesn't hesitate for a second to text you, to send you messages asking you to come to the locker room to see them now that everyone was scattered in different places before warm-ups.

they didn't even care if someone thought it was strange. The two puppies of the team who are always playing, teasing each other, and making a mess wherever they go… suddenly staying in the locker room? it was weird, but they didn't even want to think about that. They could only think about you.

and you went, of course. You don't wanna be the reason they're tense, unfocused, or in a bad mood. And maybe it's your fault, because that makes you look too permissive, and let them use silly excuses to have you everywhere. But honestly… is it so bad? not for you.

so you push open the door, glancing around like you're about to commit a crime, and close it behind you, making sure to lock it. Because you know they won't, not when they're sitting right in front of you, with their eyes huge and bright, their uniforms half on, their hair a mess, fidgeting with their hands.

you smile at them, which seems to be enough to break them because Will immediately asks you to come closer, like he hasn't seen you in years. And when you do, his hands go to your waist, pulling you closer.

you kiss him like that could heal something, and Mack beside you is starting to get impatient, so you don't keep them waiting too long, giving him a little affection too before asking them to take their clothes off, sitting back down after that and letting you kneel in front of them, right in the middle.

and you can see in their eyes how much they need it, so they quickly free their cocks, letting you see them. Big. Will's cock is glistening, reddish, and under your hand you feel it throb, begging for the attention it's earned. Meanwhile, Mack's cock is wet with his own fluids; veiny and swollen. You even hear him gasp when your hand touches it, but he soon gets used to it, gripping the edges of the bench.

your hands move up and down, watching as one closes his eyes and the other gasps, enjoying the pressure you put on their cocks, helping them think, but also making them dizzy. God, Macklin can't help but think of your cunt, when he slides inside your walls and you receive him like this, your hole tight, ready for him. And Will feels like he might explode, watching you wet your lips, impatient, as if you want it as much as they do.

“please,” Will begs you, giving a small thrust to your hand, and making Mack open his eyes, now glassy from how good you make him feel.

and you understand what he wants, so you bring your head closer, kissing the tip of his cock almost delicately, trying not to smile when you notice he stops breathing. Then you leave a small, almost playful lick, enjoying this control for a bit, until Mack grabs your hand on his cock and makes you move faster.

then you decide to change, now leaving a lick on his tip, looking him straight in the eyes.

and maybe you would have alternated, but you don't have that much time to spare, so you go back to Will's cock, opening your mouth and letting it slide in slowly until it reaches the bottom, which makes you gag.

you feel it, heavy on your tongue. Hot. And you take the time to suck, to feel every vein, to touch its tip as your head moves, first slowly and calmly so your throat gets used to it, until one of his hands went to your hair and made you go faster, making his tip touch so deep that you gag again and again, while tears roll down your cheeks, not out of displeasure, but because despite the roughness, you love being able to feel it inside you, making you feel full.

you love that both their attention is on you, and even though you're mostly playing with Will, Mack doesn't let you stray too far from his cock, using your hand to masturbate. And you know he'd give in, if it weren't before a game, to fuck you while he waits, but he has to settle, so he uses you, as if you're only there for this, to serve them.

the mere thought of being their cum bag makes you moan, causing Will to feel the vibrations in his cock, which makes him start moving faster, for a moment forgetting that he's thrusting into your throat, abusing it with the idea of ​​coming, of filling you with his juices as you've earned.

and you try to keep up, to suck, to receive, but you become more and more useless, dizzy from the smells of arousal, from the speed. And your mind starts to fill with smoke, completely cockdrunk.

and god, it doesn't even fit all, so you try to use the hand that was on Will's cock to massage his balls, but you're sloppy, more concerned with swallowing everything he has to give you while you hear him moan your name, his eyes half closed, his hair messy, his breathing heavy, and sweat covering his body.

then you feel it, the thick liquid filling you, making you swallow quickly, trying not to choke as you feel his dick throb on your tongue, completely swollen and hot as it leaves its mark on you.

and you can't deny it, even though you just sit there and let him use you, your pussy throbs, completely wet, wanting to be filled by one or both cocks. And that drives you crazy, so as soon as Will stops filling you, you swallow everything and move on to the next one, going now for Mack's cock, who looks at you needily in those beautiful, big eyes, like a puppy waiting for you to take care of him.

and that's exactly what you do, putting his cock in your mouth without hesitating for a second, feeling how swollen it already is, while it throbs so much that you stop for a moment, feeling it on your tongue, every time it beats for you.

you moan just thinking about him, and after a few seconds you start moving your head, quickly at first, sucking, letting your drool run down its entire length, making it easier for it to slide in, hitting your irritated and abused throat, going even deeper than Will.

"fuck," you hear him moan, as he starts moving his hips, trying to thrust into your mouth as if he were thinking about your cunt, about filling you so much that you can't speak or even think. And you're getting closer to that, because all you can think about are them, how big and hot they are; full of veins and thick cum that stains you.

and you need him, you need him to come, to take care of you, because your cunt is getting wetter and wetter, soaking your thighs, your clothes, making a mess that will embarrass you later when you have to walk, when you're around other people.

and you feel a hand, slipping into your pants as if it were nothing, sliding inside your panties until it touches your skin. And you moan, too loudly against Macklin's cock as Will's fingers pass between your folds, opening you up, feeling your juices trickle onto his skin until he finds your hole, throbbing, begging him to fill you.

and then he does, sliding his fingers inside you while you try to concentrate, swallowing your boy's cock as if you don't have Will's fingers inside you, moving in and out, while his thumb plays with your clit, a little clumsily, but playing nonetheless.

you try to moan his name, but you can't, and Mack sees how your cheeks are getting wetter and wetter, making it impossible for him to resist, starting to come in your mouth, not waiting for you to get used to it, not waiting for you to try not to choke. Just filling you up. As if it were your only function.

and that made you cum, even when Will had just started touching you. You just… let yourself go, making an even bigger mess, even wetting the floor you were kneeling on, while you tried to breathe, with your boy's cum still going down your throat.

because you would always do this for them, even in the riskiest situations. Because that's what you're there for; to help them. Even if it means humiliating yourself, taking risks. You would do it again and again for those guys, who are now breathing heavily and slowly returning to reality, their cocks a little softer and their bodies still hot.

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[softsunnyy]

Okayokayokay

But how do we think each of the Hughes boys would react to you squirting for the first time? (On their cock, face fingers, doesnt matter)

Or you can just pick one!

-🐥

hi sweetie, i tried not to get too carried away, but i wrote it based on my versions of each one !!

🚨 mean!Luke, cocky!Jack, and slight dark!Quinn 🚨

LUKE HUGHES

he's obsessed, capable of forgetting everything just so you can do that again.

oh, you don't even remember when it started, how long you've been fucking. Luke slides in and out of your pussy, a ring of his cum surrounding the base of his cock, your pussy drooling, wanting to cum, but he doesn't let you. You made him angry, you'd played a joke on him and thought you wouldn't get any punishments, but he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

he's going strong, hard, like he's forgotten how big his cock is, like he's ignoring the bulge in your belly because he's so deep inside you, bruising your walls, touching that sensitive space that makes tears run down your cheeks.

you babble, begging him to slow down, to let you cum. You apologize. You try to form coherent sentences, but he just moves, punishing you, making your pussy ache and red, with your swollen clit and bite marks decorating your body.

you should have known better than to tease him, than to play with his patience, but now here you are, learning your lesson, feeling like you're going to faint, while he hammers inside you, using his strength, moving you to his liking, using your body like you were a doll.

your sweet boy was completely gone, and your hole is burning, you want to cum, you wanna release all the pleasure you feel.

and now you start to feel a little strange; it's not the same knot as all the other times, your legs spasm harder, you feel the urge to pee—it's stronger, it's much more intense. You feel like you can't hold it, and your whimpers become more desperate. Your clit aches...

and then it happens.

Luke's eyes widen, your walls squeeze him, suffocating him. You started to make a mess. Your juices spurting everywhere, your body much weaker, more sensitive. You missed the smile that formed on your boyfriend's face. It was a huge grin. He made you squirt. God. He didn't even know you could do that.

now he wants you to do it again. His stamina renewed. Fuck the punishment, i think you've learned your lesson.

he's not going to stop. He's like a kid with a new toy. And all he can think about is getting you to do it again, giving him that pleasure.

you see the hungry look in his eyes, and even though mean Luke's gone for a moment, you know he won't let you rest, not now, not ever, so you'll have to prepare yourself.

JACK HUGHES

he's totally cocky about it, he'll say he didn't even have to try very hard to get you like that.

it was a completely normal day. You were lying in bed, on a relaxing morning, until you two started making out, and then you couldn't stop. It always feels too good with him.

your legs are over his shoulders now, you feel him everywhere. He slides in quickly, leaving kisses and bites on your thighs, without care, but giving you that beautiful smile that makes you melt inside.

your mind is foggy, your back arches. Jack knows how to move to have you right where he wants you. He even took his time at the beginning, when he ate you out, making you cum, making you wet enough to be able to receive him without any problems.

he's fast, and his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it, overstimulating you, making you feel on cloud nine, and he teases you, asks if you're gonna cum yet, even telling you to hold it, but you don't think you can. Not when you feel this good. Not when his cock seems to kiss your cervix, taking over your walls, marking his name on your pussy with each time he slides in.

you feel the knot, and it's intense, making you squeeze your eyes shut, and your legs are shaking. Jack feels it, so he moves his hand faster, even gently slapping your clit.

that's when you cum, but it's not like usual. Jack watches, amused, as spurts of your cum make a mess, wetting your thighs, his. Your walls clench, spasm, and he moves his hand as fast as he can, making your juices spurt further, soaking his body, your body, everything in their path.

he grins, proud, cocky. And he doesn't stop moving. God, he doesn't even stop moving his hand, even though you whimper and try to push him away. He takes both of your hands and keeps you from touching him. He overstimulates you. He looks into your eyes and shows you how much he loved it.

now that he knows you can do this, he won't stop, he can't. You need to prepare yourself, because now he will want to do it all the time.

and he's cocky about it, you know he'll remind you, he won't stop smiling. It's like he's unlocked an achievement, and now he'll think of all the possible ways he can get you to do it again.

he's the man, he feels that way, more than ever.

QUINN HUGHES

he was just playing with you, now he's entertained. The obsessive part of him is ignited.

his face is pressed against your pussy. He's devouring you, sucking, licking. He's using his tongue to run over your folds, sucking the way he knows you like, feeling drops of your juices run down his chin.

he uses his nose to nudge your clit and slides his tongue inside your hole, feeling your warmth, how tight you are. God, you two are supposed to be hurrying, you're supposed to be on your way to an event, but now he's lost. He can't get away from your pussy. He doesn't care how much you beg, how much you whine and try to push him away.

you've come at least two or three times in his mouth, and he hasn't even given you time to rest. He hasn't even taken the time to take off his pants and free his cock. He can spend hours just giving your pussy attention, swallowing your juices, making a mess of you without even having to use his fingers or his cock.

your hand tugs at his hair, but he only growls, now bringing his tongue to your clit, feeling how swollen it is, knowing you're desperate, struggling internally, not knowing if you want him to continue or stop. Knowing it's his decision either way.

the event is forgotten; he doesn't even remember it anymore. All he cares about is eating you out, bathing himself in the scent of your arousal, and claiming your body as his own, because it is. He's obsessed with the way your body reacts, how you moan his name like a broken record, trying to maintain consciousness, which is a hard task.

and you feel something in your belly. You feel desperate, your eyes squeeze shut, and you're close to screaming his name to get his attention. You wanna warn him, warn him that you feel different, that there's something stronger. But he knows it, he can feel it on his tongue, and yet he continues to devour you, drunk on your taste. He wants to see what's coming next, whatever it is, and to do that, he doesn't need to leave your pussy. You won't be able to push him away.

your toes curl, you try to close your legs, but nothing stops the pleasure from exploding. Your juices fill Quinn's mouth, and he swallows desperately, unconsciously rubbing his cock against the blankets, feeling on the edge, at his limit.

he licks, swallows, never stopping stimulating you, and tears start to fall from your eyes, feeling the sharp tickle on your clit. You try to stop him by tugging at his hair, but he moves closer again. It's an addiction, like it's his last meal.

for Quinn, it's like a wire has snapped, it's like he's found an answer he didn't know he was looking for. In his head, he replays the image of your fluids flying, making a mess just for him.

he's gonna make you do that again, and again, and again. He doesn't even care about anything else. He doesn't see you whining, how overstimulated you are. No. He doesn't see his phone lighting up with missed calls. He doesn't see the clock. He can only see your pussy.

a feeling of pride in his chest, which is obsessive, unlike his brothers', is dark. He wants to do this. He wants you to feel this good, of course. But he wants to do it more for himself, for his own pleasure.