Rafe finally pushes in inch by inch. Starting a rythme, deep and hard, one hand on your back, the other on your ass. Your shaking, from his deep fast strokes. They make you say thank you — JJ pulls out so you can answer. You can barely get the words out. “Thank you, sir” you said in a breathy moan. Rafe groans — “That’s my good girl, you gonna cum?” as his rythme goes faster. And you frantically nod, "do it" he says and JJ gives you a breath from his lengthy, cock breathe pup take a breath yeah there you go JJ coos as you try to take a deep breath as you can but cant seem to manage. You come the first time — loud, twitchy, sobbing a little. Rafe doesn’t stop — keeps going. JJ back in her mouth immediately. You overstimulated, trying to squirm, but JJ holding her steady “You wanted to run your mouth so bad,” he says, “so we’re using it.” Rafe grabs her face, “Look at me while I fuck you.” JJ cock still in her mouth, her head is now tilted up to look at Rafe. Your second orgasm hits hard — whole body shakes, goes limp. Your slurring, and cant really from the words just breathless sounds around JJ length, after a few more thrusts. Hitting there orgasms, JJ warn heavy load shoots down your throat as your forced to swallow. Rafe follows soon after pulling out and cums on her back. After 2 minutes to catch their breath, they immediately wrap you in a blanket, placing her on JJs chest. Just as she’s trying to catch her breath—lips swollen, body wrecked, heart still racing—there’s a knock at the front door. Not loud, but shaking “Hey man, why’d you leave the party so quick?” John b. Her eyes go wide. JJ practically jumps off the bed. He throws her a shirt. She scrambles, still sticky and trembling. But Rafe? He’s already gone. Slipped out the window without a sound. Like a shadow. Like the devil never even showed. JJ moves toward the door, running a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool. “Gimme a sec,” he calls back. He turns to her, jaw tight. They lock eyes. No one says a word. Because John b's not dumb. And Rafe's car was parked right out front
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Just realized I didnt make the best split into parts cause it wasnt planned sorry❤
Denki Kaminari x Black Plus Size Fem x Eijiro Kirishima
Been married for 2 together for 5 years your two husbands missing and craving their lovely wife, what happens when they find out you feel the exact same way?
Word Count: 2,114
Warning includes: Dacryphilia, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Orgasm control, impact play, self masturbation, Dom/switch/ sub dynamic, Sadist/masochist dynamic, double penetration, anal penetration, degradation, praise, electric shock kink, hardening, and verbal aftercare
Characters all AGED UP!!!
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Y/N POV
“We’re gonna be home late.” You read the text and groan plopping on the bed in pure frustration
You knew what the deal was when you agreed to marry the pretty well known heroes, Eijiro Kirishima who’s standing in spot number 5 and Denki Kaminari who’s in spot 6
It was crazy because you assume they were gay, until they both admitted to you at the end of U.A. they were in love with you and three of you been together since
Honestly you don’t know how you’re capable of handling two high libido heroes, and their quirks on a daily basis
“Ahh.” You lay back on the bed your head touching the bed you engulf the scents of your lovers and moan
Having flashbacks, especially one in particular
~Flashback~
“FUCK BABY!!” You cry out into the night, bent over the marble color counter as you’re forcefully being rammed into from behind by your yellow hair, doujinshi loving, and adorable perverted husband Denki
“Fuck take it, take it for daddy feels so fucking good!” Denki moans having a strong grip on your coily hair yanking your head back to look up
“There ya go look at the camera pebble a natural born slut.” Eijiro says stroking his fat aching cock
Making you whimper as you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, Denki slows his speed and starts giving you long strokes hitting that spot every time
“OH-OH GOD!!” You wail unable to run from how good and overwhelming the pleasure is, having no choice but to take everything he’s giving out
“Cum for me baby cum for your man.” Denki says coaxing you to cum as you feel him swelling up inside the veins of his cock rubbing up against the ridges of your walls so perfectly
“M CUMMING!!!” You scream your body twitching as clear liquid gushes from you coating your thighs, Denki’s pelvic, and the floor
“Y/N!!!” Denki moans stilling himself as he released all his pent up cum inside you, your body shakes from feeling such warmth
His cum felt so unbearably hot inside and you loved it
“Fuck baby get ready gonna cum!!!” Eijiro pants stroking as he keeps his angle on the phone
You open your mouth your tongue sticking as you’re ready to receive everything he’s about to give you
“SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” Eijiro whines shoving his dick in your mouth using your tongue to pump himself as he pulls out and quickly nuts all over your face some dripping into your mouth
“Itadakimasu.” You moan swallowing the thick load of cum while Denki licks the rest off your face.”
Your clit twitches at the lewd memory and you decide to pull out old reliable, becoming tired of your throbbing cunt being ignored
The cute thick purple vibrator Denki surprised you with on your twenty-third birthday, it can go up to eighteen hours without needing to be recharged
You grab your phone entering in the passcode which is the day you guys got married of course
Going to your videos you had a special gallery which they don’t even know about, all the lewd videos of the three of you, you guys individually, some with you and Eijiro, some of you and Denki, and definitely some of Eijiro and Denki together
Deciding on your favorite one of them is all is when they were at work getting ready to get off (if you know what I mean😏) they took a shower as Denki fucked Eijiro in the shower
Water dripping all down their flexed muscles as they both looked at the camera as though you were really there starring so lustfully
You quickly undress relaxing back onto the bed the smells of your husbands sending you down a sex crazed spiral as you play the video turning your vibrator on
“OH FUCK DENKI!!!” Eijiro moans his whole body is seen on the camera, Denki holding onto his muscular thigh as he pounds up into him his dick sliding in and out
“YEAH LIKE THAT HUH? GONNA CUM FOR ME DADDY SHARK?” Denki asks a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continues to fuck Eijiro
“PL-PLEASE BABY LET ME CUM WANNA CUM!!” Eijiro whines his lower pecs flexing, his red hair damp against his forehead, his face flush pink, and all while his huge cock stands against his stomach the tip swollen and angry needing to release
“BEG HER TO LET YOU CUM.” Denki demands giving Eijiro a hard thrust making him let out the most pornograpic moan
“Please… Y/N I want to cum baby please let me cum.” Eijiro pleads with blown out red pupils as he strokes his cock moaning out
“Oh fuck you feel so fucking tight Y/N baby I wanna cum too.” Denki moans his wet hair stuck to the sides of his face and forehead with a feral look in his gold like pupils
“Y/N… Mommy oh goodness I wish I was inside you cum right in that fat fucking pussy wh-while daddy cums in me!!!” Eijiro moans loudly his chest heaving
“Mmmm!!” You moan circling the vibrator around your swollen bud as you watch them be so lascivious on the video
Your whole body tingles and your nipples harden from the arousal
Eijiro POV
“Do you think Y/N will be mad with us?” I ask Denki as we finally pull up into the driveway
“You know Y/N she’s never mad with us for long just keep calm.” Denki says squeezing my thigh
We grab the Chinese food, the bouquet of chrysanthemums, and get out the car I lock it up while Denki goes and unlocks the door
We make it into the house and Y/N is nowhere in sight
“Mmmm!!” Moaning comes from the bedroom and I shoot Denki a look and sit the stuff down and make our way towards the bedroom just to stop and see the door was left wide open
“E-Eiji, Denki baby fuck I wanna cum for you so much!!!” You moan watching your phone and they already know what you’re looking at
The lewd video of you guys
The way your slick cunt grinds against the head of the vibrator in desperation, it made their cocks harden
“Fuck look at her I never seen her so needy like this before.” Denki says in complete shock palming his erection
“Me either she looks so fucking sexy.” I groan feeling my dick twitching desperately against the fabric of my jeans
I strip out of my pants and my hardness lands against my stomach as I slowly stroke
Our wife being so lewd as she continues to stimulate herself to an orgasm
“C’mon.” I said to Denki and make our way into room breaking Y/N out her lust filled crave
Y/N POV
“Such a naughty wife we have.” A taunting voice says making me look and see my two heroic husbands
“E-Eiji, D-Denki.” You stammer as Denki grabs your phone and sees what you’re watching
“You filthy slut.” Denki teases passing your phone to Eijiro and he gives you a smug look before putting your phone on the night stand next to the bed then pulling out some lube
“So you enjoy seeing us fuck each other huh?” Eijiro asks squeezes a sizable amount on his cock stroking it as Denki takes off his shirt leaving him completely naked
After he finishes stroking himself Eijiro takes off his shirt leaving him completely exposed too Denki gets on the bed in front of Eijiro arching his back
“Don’t you dare play with that slutty pussy until we cum.” Denki says giving you a feral look while Eijiro grips his hips and with one hard thrust was inside Denki
“OH FUCK DADDY SHARK!!!” Denki moans smirking at you as Eijiro roughly thrusts his hips forward pushing his abnormally large cock into Denki
“SHIIIT SO FUCKING TIGHT!!!” Eijiro moans fucking into Denki as if he were nothing, but a warm hole to fuck
“BABE SO GOOD!!!” Denki cries out in utter ecstasy as Eijiro grabs Denki’s inner thighs and lifts him off the bed and began thrusting upwards into Denki
Denki’s poor cock heavy with cum just being all neglected, you crawled to them watching as they reach bliss with each swivel of Eijiro’s thick hips
You gently take Denki’s pulsing cock in your mouth and start to bob your head up and down causing Denki’s eyes to shoot open
“OH GOD OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” Denki wails as you make eye contact with each other
Eijiro reaches around and starts playing with Denki’s harden nipples going faster
“AHHHHH!!!!” They both cry out Denki cum filling your mouth as you greedily swallow all of it before pulling away
Seeing him become hard again right before your very eyes
Eijiro soon let’s Denki go cum start dripping down his inner thighs making your clit throb
“He filled me up so good with his cum Y/N now you’re gonna feel it too.” Denki says smiling with a fucked out expression
They lay you back on the bed Denki latches on your nipples and Eijiro begins to suckle on your bundle of nerves
“EIJI!!!! DEKI!!!” You wail as Denki sends small electric shocks to your nipples through his tongue
Eijiro lavishes your sensitive clit with his thick wet tongue, your wetness sticking to his face as he messily eats your delicious pussy
“I-I’m gonna cum please Denki, Eijiro let me cum please!!” You beg
“Go ahead little slut cum for daddy.” Denki whispers in your ear
Keeping his mouth near your ear talking to you
“You’re such a good girl for us baby, go ahead and let that slutty cunt cum for us we need it baby.” Denki whimpers and the dam breaks
“CUMMING!!!!” You squeal your body arching off the bed as your pussy gushes and Eijiro tries his best to capture all your essence in his mouth moaning as the taste of you hits his tastebuds
“Good girl.” Denki praises kissing your neck as you come down from the euphoric high
As they situate you, laying you on top of Eijiro and Denki behind you
“Missed you, missed you so fucking much my pebble.” Eijiro growls pulling you into a teeth clashing kiss, you suck on his tongue moaning
“So fucking sexy love this round fat ass.” Denki groans rubbing his tip up and down your asscheeks before he slowly pushes inside your ass and you clamp down on him
Since it’s been awhile that someone has fucked that hole of any of your holes for that matter
Eijiro hardens himself a bit his cock thicker as he slowly slips himself in your gushy walls
“FUCK!!”
“DAMN!!!”
Eijiro and Denki moan your holes sucking them in as they begin to thrust into you in sync
You start throwing your body back on them with the little bit of strength you have left taking them all way down to their pelvic bones as their jaws drop
“DAMNIT BABY FUCK YOU’RE GONNA MILK US FOR ALL WE’RE WORTH!!!” Eijiro moans growling and whimpering as you squeeze your walls around him and Denki
“Baby please fuck you feel so good miss you so much!!” Denki whines out having a strong hold on your asscheeks smacking them while shocking you
“YES FUCK YES!!!!” You moan drool poring from the side of your mouth as you begin losing your mind again
Finally being able to feel your two husbands cocks again in such a long time (it’s only be a month you’re just melodramatic lmao)
“Cum baby cum on our cocks while cum inside this beautiful body!!!” Denki coaxes as he reaches around and shocks your clit your slick gushes as your body stills
“EIJIROOOO, DENKIIIIII!!!!!” You scream cumming hard and it triggers Denki and Eijiro
“CUMMING,CUMMING!!!!” They both holler filling up your holes and they sandwich you between them
They give you kisses and praises
“We love you baby and we’re sorry for neglecting you.” Denki says genuinely and Eijiro adds to it
“Yeah we really love you Y/N we think about you everyday we go to work, we’re so sorry.” Eijiro says and you smile feeling tears prickle in your eyes
“It’s okay I love you both so much.” You smile giving them both kisses until you feel them both getting hard again
“I hope you don’t have it planned to sleep tonight babe.” Denki says
“Because you’re not getting any sleep tonight.” Eijiro says smugly
You say a prayer as they begin to start round three
Here’s a little Everlark P+K+P holiday outtake! Hope you all like it! Thank you to @heathersaid for coming in last minute to beta on this! You’re awesome heather! Also read on AO3 as part of the Everlark for 3 series!
Peeta tapped nervously on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn red. He glanced at the clock on the dash. The time was 6:22.
He was already more than twenty minutes late. His girlfriend was going to be upset.
The light turned green an eternity later and he continued to drive. He had to remind himself not to speed. He didn't want to be delayed further by getting a ticket, and his drive home was full of speed traps.
Five minutes later he pulled up to the small green American craftsman, still covered in a hearty dusting of February snow, that he now called home. He had moved in a little over a month ago. At first it had been strange not living above the bakery anymore. It added an extra fifteen minutes to his morning routine. And another fifteen minutes coming home.
Peeta put the car in park and turned off the engine. He pulled his coat on in a hurry, grabbed his belongings, and practically bounded out of the car and up to the front door. He wasn’t particularly fond of the lengthened wait time he had to endure before he could get home and relax.
He slipped his key into the lock one-handed as he balanced the large box of Valentine’s day specialty cakes (that would hopefully be welcome surprises), and opened the door with barely contained excitement. He had spent an inordinate amount of time baking and decorating them to resemble boxes of Valentine's day chocolates.
He had been looking forward to coming home all day, and revealing the cakes, so those extra fifteen minutes on top of having to close late had really gotten on his nerves during the drive home.
But there were benefits. Sometimes the added time helped build up anticipation when he was coming home. Like right now. He had been planning this Valentine’s Day celebration for weeks. He had hoped to be here in time to help with dinner, but he guessed that was probably hoping for too much.
Peeta shrugged out of his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. The house was pleasantly warm and it smelled like something good was cooking but he didn't hear the tell-tale hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. He guessed he had missed his chance to help cook. Peeta sighed inwardly, hating that on Valentine's day of all days he hadn't been able to whip up something special for his heart's true love.
He was setting the cake box down on the coffee table when he heard some small sounds floating in from the kitchen. It sounded like his girlfriend’s voice, but it was a tad too breathy and high to be coming from a regular conversation.
In fact, he couldn’t make out any words.It was just a jumble of vowels strung together.
Peeta crept up as quietly as he could, which for him wasn’t very quiet. But she must have been too wrapped up in whatever she was doing because she didn’t hear him enter the kitchen at all.
Katniss was pushed up against the fridge, the cute little red dress with a floral print she was wearing was rucked up around her waist, exposing miles of her smooth, well-shaped, tan legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open as she moaned. Peeta’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Oh, yeah, right there babe!” she cried as she got her neck nibbled on, at the same time she was getting fingered into oblivion.
Peeta stood there and just watched for a minute as a head of blond, slicked-back, ashen waves, belonging to the man who was kissing and fingering Katniss, traveled lower, pulling one of the little ties of her dress’s shoulder straps undone with his teeth so he could kiss the skin at her collarbone and the rounded tops of her breasts. There was a nice high blush settling over her chest. Her thighs were trembling already, which meant she was close. Peeta wondered how long they had been at it.
He surveyed the rest of the kitchen quickly. There were remnants of a meal cooked and already plated, probably tucked away in the warming tray under the oven. Katniss' black little high heels lay discarded on the floor, one near the kitchen island, and one near the fridge right next to the leg of the gray sweatpants the blond guy had on.
Peeta took him in for a moment. He was average height, but stocky and well-built. His shoulders and arms were well-developed and could be seen straining through the fabric of the comfortable white t-shirt he was wearing. His waist was trim, and he had a decent looking ass for a guy. Peeta wondered for a minute if his ass was as nicely rounded and firm as the other man's.
“Looks like you started without me,” Peeta announced loudly, interrupting them.
Katniss’ pretty gray eyes opened and took in the sight of Peeta standing in the doorway. They flashed like something hot, the look shooting right through him.
“You’re late,” Katniss replied, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice.
“Really late,” his brother Piers added as he looked at Peeta over his shoulder, right before turning around and lowering his mouth to Katniss’ chest, nosing down the front of her dress slowly to expose more of her.
“It's Valentine’s Day. The bakery was swamped,” Peeta said in explanation, his eyes glued to the swath of tantalizing golden skin that was being revealed inch-by-inch as his brother continued his exploration of their girlfriend’s beautiful body. The other tie came undone underneath Piers’ fingers, and Peeta swore when he realized what was under her red dress.
She wasn’t even wearing a bra, for goodness sake. Katniss didn’t respond to Peeta’s excuse, instead she just let out a low moan as Piers’ tongue darted out to tease her already hard nipple. Then, a second later, Piers ripped off her tiny, red lacy underwear and threw them in Peeta’s direction.
Peeta felt a rush of blood travel through him, as he caught the underwear in hand. He didn’t feel embarrassed when he brought them up to his face to inhale his girlfriend’s scent. She smelled delicious, and she was very wet judging by the state of her panties, and the little sounds she was letting out as Piers worked her into a frenzy. The sight and the smell of her got him hard fast.
Even after all these months it was still shocking the way his body reacted to seeing his brother’s hands and mouth on the woman he loved. Instead of jealousy, he felt his heart pick up and start racing. His eyes widened to take in the sight of Katniss being turned on, and getting off to his twin brother’s ministrations. Just a minute later, Katniss was shaking and panting as her first orgasm of the night rushed through her.
“Fuck, you guys couldn’t wait 20 minutes?” Peeta asked, in a voice that betrayed how hot and bothered he was. Usually he liked to be the one to make Katniss come first with his hand, Piers usually liked to use his mouth on her. Peeta knew they were doing this on purpose.
“You couldn’t have Antonio close up? Like you said you would? He doesn’t even have a date for Valentines!” Katniss finally spoke up as she gripped the back of Piers' neck and held his face securely to her breast. She began to rock her hips against his hand, shamelessly wringing out a few aftershocks.
The sight was so erotic, and her voice was so gruff with arousal and anger that Peeta began to peel away his clothes. His aching cock was straining hard against the material of his slacks and begged for release.
“He found one last minute, so I told him I’d close,” Peeta mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt. He fumbled with a few buttons when Piers switched his mouth to Katniss’ other breast and she cried out sharply, throwing her head back against the fridge in ecstasy.
Piers’ chuckled a second later. “Bro, how many times do I have to tell you? You are too nice for your own damn good,” Piers added before going back to licking and sucking on Katniss’ perfect tits.
Peeta couldn’t help but agree internally, but outwardly he simply groaned. Watching Katniss and Piers was a certain form of torture. He wanted nothing more than to shuck his clothes and join them in their sexy foreplay.
But Katniss fixed him with a stare that had him stopping in his tracks.
“Just watch for now Peeta. No touching. That’s your punishment for making me and Piers’ wait for you on our first Valentine’s day together,” she ordered, and even though it chapped his hide to not be able to close the distance and suck one of her beautiful breasts into his mouth, or join his finger alongside his brother’s and plunge into her tight, wet heat, Peeta made himself hold back.
He looked back at Katniss with a displeased expression, but nodded. Instead of touching her, he settled for unzipping his slacks and pulling out his already rock hard shaft. He made a few lazy passes over the length, and twisted his wrist slightly before closing his hand around the head of his already weeping cock. Katniss watched him with lust-hooded eyes and licked her lips deliberately.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” Peeta hissed out as he stroked himself slightly faster.
“Ohhh--mmm!” Katniss moaned as she started to rotate her hips and grind down onto Piers’ hand, which elicited another tortured groan from Peeta. Nothing got him off faster than watching Katniss build higher and higher until she finally came.
“I love it when you make him lose control, Sweetheart,” Piers murmured as he added another finger and began to tweak Katniss’ nipple with his other hand. Piers returned his mouth to Katniss’ breast, and a moment later, she started arching her back and panting his name, all while locking gazes with Peeta as he pumped his cock in hand.
Peeta tried to sync up his rhythm with Katniss and Piers, and when he finally got it down, Katniss was calling his name too as she writhed against the door of the fridge while Piers held her up.
“Please, I want you inside me! Piers, fuck me from behind!” Katniss wailed, her eyes scrunching tightly closed and her whole body tensing. Piers wasted no time spinning Katniss around and lowering the waistband of his gray sweatpants to let his hardened dick spring free. In one smooth fluid motion, he spread Katniss’ legs and plunged into her, eliciting a strangled cry on her behalf that was so suffused with pleasure Peeta felt a shooting spark of heat travel down his spine, in what he knew was the first sign of his own orgasm.
Peeta had been holding back, but at the sound of Katniss’ imminent climax, he began to feel strained. He could tell by the way Piers’ was grunting as he fucked their girlfriend hard and fast that his twin was close to his own release as well.
“Yes!” Katniss screamed, and then Peeta saw her whole body shudder and he knew that was it.
“Oh, fuck baby, just like that! Come on my cock!” Piers shouted, as he rocked into Katniss from behind. The sight of Piers getting off on what was no doubt a spectacular one of Katniss’ orgasms almost made Peeta lose it, but he held on.
“That was so damn good,” Piers said after his orgasm had dissipated. He pulled away from Katniss and she whimpered at the loss of him. He just pulled off his shirt and used it to gently swipe at their combined fluids, which had begun to trickle down her golden-colored thighs.
“It's ok, Sweetheart, I’ll be back for you before you know it. But Peeta’s still hard, Honey, and I don’t think you’re mad at him anymore, now that you’ve come a couple times, huh?” Piers asked gently as he pressed a kiss to Katniss’ bare shoulder. When Piers looked over his shoulder at his brother, he had an amused smirk on his identically handsome face.
Peeta almost rolled his eyes at Piers’ cocky grin, but he didn’t. If he hadn’t been late, Katniss would have no doubt offered to take him in her mouth while Piers fucked her, and all three of them would have come by now.
Katniss turned around to kiss Piers on the lips deeply, and Peeta watched in fascination as their tongues tangled together.
Finally, they broke apart and Katniss let out a breathy sigh. Piers stepped away then, and Katniss turned to Peeta and held her arms out. Gone was the look of annoyance. Instead it was replaced with longing. Peeta went to her immediately.
“We really missed you. And we had no idea if we added the right amount of white wine to the sauce. And we didn’t know if it was okay to substitute canned sundried tomatoes instead of organic ones—” Katniss began to complain sullenly. Peeta brushed her dark brown hair back from her face lovingly. She sometimes had a hard time verbalizing her feelings, and often her knee-jerk response was annoyance or even anger. But once she processed her feelings, she was often very sweet.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure whatever you and Piers cooked it will be just lovely,” Peeta replied, before he couldn’t resist going in for a kiss.
Katniss let out a wonderful sound that was akin to a purr and Peeta slanted his mouth over hers at an angle to deepen the kiss. Katniss reached down gently to run her hand over the length of his erection and Peeta moaned into her mouth.
“You’re just saying that because you want to come inside me,” Katniss challenged and Peeta shook his head.
“No, I know Piers doesn't enjoy cooking as much as I do, but he’s damn good in the kitchen in a pinch,” Peeta said with a small strained chuckle as Katniss continued to slowly stroke his dick. He didn’t bother to try and say he didn’t want to come inside her because that just wasn’t true. He always wanted to come inside her. But that wasn’t why he had said what he said.
“Oh, so if it's good it's only because of Piers?” Katniss asked, pulling away from him a little. Peeta shook his head, slightly aggravated.
“No, I just meant I knew you were in excellent hands if I couldn’t be here to help you,” Peeta replied, stepping towards her again and kissing up the side of her neck.
“Hmm, yes he did come in handy while you were busy closing up for the fifth time this week,” Katniss replied playfully, looking over at Piers who shot her a lascivious grin. He had already pulled his pants back up and was simply watching the two of them flirt and argue.
“Oh, come on Katniss. I’m sorry, okay? I should have made Antonio close like we agreed. There? Happy now?” Peeta said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, breathing in her wild clean scent. She smelled like a field of wildflowers.
“No. I won’t be happy until I have your hard, thick cock pounding me until I come again Peeta. It's the least you can do to make up for being late to our Valentine's dinner,” Katniss replied as she tiptoed up and took his earlobe in her mouth, biting down just hard enough to send a shockwave of pain-laced pleasure to his dick. Peeta gasped out a curse as he pulled her closer to his body.
“Is that the apology you really want, my love? No problem. How do you want it? From behind again, against the fridge?” Peeta asked, his voice thick with desire.
“Against the fridge, yes. But not from behind, I want to watch you. So you better pick me up,” Katniss ordered, and Peeta didn’t hesitate to comply. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he hoisted her up and let her wrap her slim legs around his torso, enjoying the warm wetness of her center pressed against his abdomen. He carried her on sure feet and pressed her back against the fridge. She shivered delightfully in his arms. Peeta licked his lips.
“You know you looked so desperate a minute ago that I really thought you were gonna fuck her with your work slacks around your ankles bro,” Piers commented with a chuckle as he leaned back against the counter.
“Well, you both made it look so incredible. And you didn’t even take your clothes all the way off. Love this red dress by the way,” Peeta told his twin and then complimented Katniss with a smile.
“I hoped you would both like it,” Katniss replied as she fiddled with the strap that had come undone. The top of her dress was still pulled down haphazardly, her tan breasts topped with terracotta-colored nipples strained against the cool air of the kitchen. Peeta stared at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight, his thumbs gently brushing against her sides.
“I think it's safe to assume by the automatic boners you gave both of us that Peeta and I like the dress, Sweetheart. You know, I never thought we’d like the same girl, much less share a girlfriend at the same time. But life is full of surprises,” Piers said with quiet amusement.
“Both of you, less talking more sexing please,” Katniss interrupted and Peeta and Piers both laughed. They often joked that Katniss had a one-track mind. Peeta leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
“I missed you too,” he said quietly. Katniss smiled a little against his lips before pouncing on his mouth. She threw herself into the kiss wholeheartedly, and it made Peeta’s heart swell with love. It made another part of him swell also.
She rubbed herself against him, her molten core lighting him up from within, as Peeta rutted his hard cock along the underside of her ass, grazing the swell of her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to watch her face as she climaxed, and fill her up with his cum before they all sat down to a nice Valentine’s dinner.
Katniss pulled him closer and removed her mouth from his so she could begin trailing kisses across his jaw, while her hands roamed across his shoulders and chest. Peeta shifted their bodies to try and align his erection with her entrance.
“Yes, please Peeta,” Katniss panted in his ear, and Peeta breathed her name once before plunging into her.
“Fuck! Yes!” Katniss cried, her nails digging into his back as he held still for a moment, just basking in the feeling of her wrapped around him. She pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to move. When Peeta did, he groaned as he withdrew almost all the way out and pushed into her again.
“You feel amazing. You’re amazing,” Peeta murmured in between thrusts, his pace picking up. Katniss encouraged him loudly to go faster and harder as she held onto his shoulders and they rocked the fridge slightly.
“Just a little more, just-just-ahh!” Katniss cried, one hand fisting in Peeta’s hair as he tried to maintain control so she could come again.
He would have reached down to circle her clit, but he was using both hands to hold her up as he pounded into her. So instead she snaked her own hand down in between their bodies and began to touch herself in time with their rhythm. Her moans became more urgent, and so did the driving of Peeta’s hips.
Peeta watched as her eyes widened for a split second, then snapped closed before she threw her head back, her dark hair wild and mussed looking against the stainless steel door of the fridge, her breasts bouncing erotically as her inner muscles started to spasm around his cock. She looked prettier than a painting.
“Peeta!” she gasped, eyes still closed. He instinctively slowed his pace but deepend his strokes, letting her ride her orgasm out slowly.
“There you go, Sweetheart, come for me. Just like that. You’re fucking gorgeous when you loose it while I’m inside you,” Peeta told her as he gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her again, over and over, as she mewled and writhed against him. He could still feel her pulsing around him, pulling him in deeper and massaging his cock so wonderfully.
“You’re milking me, Sweetheart, I love your cunt! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” Peeta told her and she nodded frantically.
“Come inside me, Peeta. I want to watch your face when you do!” she said just before biting down on his left shoulder.
“Oh, God!” Peeta gasped as his rhythmic thrusts faltered and he slowed, almost to a stand still. Katniss lifted her hands to his face and caressed the sides of his cheeks. He knew she was watching him, even though he had his eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure. He pushed into her, once, twice, and then he came. He opened his eyes and her liquid-silver stare locked onto his blue gaze as he painted her soft warmth with his hot cum, and spent himself until he was empty.
It took them both a minute to come down from their high. All the while Peeta was murmuring he loved her quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers. Katniss kissed him softly and smiled at him, until finally he began to grow soft and he had to withdraw from her body.
Piers grinned at them and handed them his t-shirt so they could clean up a bit.
“That was hot,” Piers told Katniss as he helped her fix her dress and retie her straps.
“It was a fun way to kick off Valentine's night,” Katniss agreed with a cheeky laugh before swaying up on her tiptoes and kissing Piers’ nose. Piers laughed then, a wonderfully light and happy sound, and Peeta smiled at both of them.
The two people he loved most in the world, who also loved him.
Peeta was sure, right at that moment, that even if their dinner was a bit cold, and Piers would have to go looking for a clean shirt somewhere, that it was going to be the best Valentine’s day he had ever had.
A/N: I dont think I need to exaplai why i wanted to write this, i will just say to you that the line Thorin says to Bilbo with Disgust in Laketown “This Master Baggins is the world of Men” helped me a lot. And it was part of the amazing @band--psycho challenge for her 1k followers, but i have never had the chance to finish it and as you can see it has a lot to finish. The sentence was “ “It’s pretty hot when you get bossy in bed.” and the character was Thorin...i added a friend lol.
Summary: Thorin needs to talk with Dwalin after a long day, and not finding hium in his chambers he goes to the only place where Dwalin could be, but as soon as he opens the door he undestands why his bestfriend was so hard to find, and he si not happy about it.
Not a single soul was to be found on the streets of the city carved out of the rock at that late hour. Perhaps he was the only dwarf after all the exhausting hours of that damned day who could still stay awake or find the strength to walk through those narrow tunnels late at night. But because it had been such an exhausting day, he felt the need to get it over with as quickly as possible and to assert his right to throw himself between the sheets of his bed and sleep for the few hours he was allowed to. Talking to that one dwarf, however, seemed an impossible task that night, Dwalin was not at his home. Thorin had spent nearly ten minutes there, knocking incessantly on his door, and so now he found himself walking to the only place Dwalin could be found at that hour: the forges, their forge, the only place in the Ered Luin that they had managed to build without a hitch in the twenty years they had been there, the only place where Thorin could feel a little less like a king in exile than he already did.
After all that time Thorin still felt like one, a young king in exile, even if he was not a king at all. It had only been a few years that they had been in the Blue Mountains, yet, he already felt the weight of time on his shoulders, already felt old even though he was not.
Even though Thorin was not a king, he was treated like one and the dwarrowdams saw him as one.
He had noticed it long ago, how they looked at him, how they longed for him, how after a night spent in the sheets of an inn or at worst pressed up against the rough walls of a corridor, they worshipped him as such. They called him king while he was on top of them and inside of them and he loved it. But then they all ended up wanting more than one night from him, and he wasn't willing to give them that. A wife wasn't something he wanted. He could do without the warmth of a woman's thighs if it meant bonding and he didn't want to bond, a loss he would never suffer again of that Thorin was sure.
Breathing heavily and now feeling his nerves on edge, he turned his head as he infiltrated the corridors of the market, now completely emptied: the long sheets that decorated the tunnels, from coloured were just bland, dark spots above his head as were the carved windows at the side of the corridors. He turned a corner towards the craftsmen's area and amidst the bluish gloom, a bright light from a window caught his eye, causing him to look up at the only unmarked door in the entire underground marketplace: Dwalin was indeed in the workshop.
What in Durin's name was he doing there in the middle of the night?
Moved by fatigue and impatience, Thorin lengthened his stride, lifting the sleeves of his blue shirt to his elbow, sighing, and without even waiting for a signal or knocking, he opened the door to the forge.
What he saw certainly didn't astonish him, but it did impress him enough to keep his hand clawed at the wooden door handle.
The entire forge was barely illuminated by the orange light from the furnace still crackling at the back of the room, creating sharp shadows on the stone floor and giving him a perfect view of the spectacle that was unfolding on the table at the side of the forge where he worked almost every day.
On the wooden plank next to the anvil, once covered with tools now completely thrown on the floor, two moaning figures were clinging together, rubbing their half-naked bodies against each other and making the wood beneath them creak with every single movement.
Dwalin was holding a woman sitting with her legs spread above the table, clutching at her buttocks under her skirt with both his hands. His tongue almost completely shoved down her throat, while she was moaning softly into his mouth, clutching at his bare ash-stained hips with both her legs. It was not at all difficult for Thorin to notice her hand inside Dwalin's breeches and how it moved slowly up and down, so slowly that the king felt a shiver of frustration run down his spine.
For some strange and absurd reason, he found himself entranced for the first time by this scene that he had seen happen more than once in other situations with other dwarrowdams, but a sudden low squeak from the woman stopped his gaze on the small naked body clinging to the doubly larger one of his best friend.
Thorin could not tear his eyes away or even cough to make himself noticeable, he clenched his jaw and his hand around the knob, finding himself subduing a growl in his chest and a heavy breath soon after.
He ran his eye from the small, slow hand hidden inside the brown fabric to her arm exposed by the transparent soutane. He ran his gaze over the full chest clearly visible through the transparent fabric to the backward sloping neck that allowed Dwalin to pounce on one of her breasts like an animal. He bit it with such force that he blocked her hand's movements inside his trousers and made her moan his name in such a sensual way that Thorin could hear that moan inside his loins and in his goal that suddenly became as dry as the crotch of his trousers tight, annoying him.
Damn.
He clenched his legs together, blocking the hand that was already going to rest between them to hide his bulge: now was not the time, there was something else to think about and then he would be going to take a cold bath as soon as Dwalin gave him a look.
But Dwalin didn't seem to cooperate, nor did Thorin's eyes, which widened as the female's back bent backwards, pulling the fabric of her.
petticoat down revealing both of her breasts.
Dwalin squeezed her buttocks, dropping his mouth even further down and grabbing a nipple left bare by the fabric with his teeth, making her almost squeal as he began to torture it with his teeth. And it was at that moment that Thorin had a full view of the face of the creature for whom his friend was not even looking at him: the smooth skin, the taut shoulders, the small neck, the unruly brown hair so long they touched the table, the half-closed eyes filled with small tears, the flushed cheeks devoid of hair, as well as her mouth wide open with pleasure with the outline devoid of any kind of beard.
And it was that last detail that was more powerful than any cold bath ever could have been. Thorin's hand, which by now had moved on its own to his annoying erection grasping it through his trousers, suddenly moved away and clenched into a fist at the side of his thigh. He felt his trousers get looser, the pulse in his throat slow and the disgusting rise.
A human, Dwalin was banging a filthy human inside their forge.
A female human.
He gripped the door handle hard enough to feel it go into the palm of his hand, and violently slammed the door shut behind him, looking away from the human to Dwalin who, unlike him, was far from disgusted as he continued to suck on her breasts as if he were a hungry bairn.
He didn't even seem to realise he'd walked in but knowing the dwarf he knew he'd heard him, but the truth was that for Dwalin, Thorin might as well have been rotting at that moment and the member in his breeches, now so taut it almost hurt under Eyia's attentions, if it could have spoken, he would have told him as much. Responding to Thorin in the fastest way he knew, he ran his tongue over the taut nipple, running his lips and tongue up the defined line of her shoulder. She began to gasp with impatience and in a moment, he captured her lips again, sinking his tongue back into that tasty palate that tasted like a different fruit every night. At the same time, Eyia's small hand, first resting on his shoulder, gripped his crest, entwining her fingers tightly in his hair, making him roar inside her mouth as she squeezed his member with the same strength.
In Durin's name that human would have driven him mad one of those nights, but to the King of Erebor that little game was beginning to get on his nerves.
Clenching his jaw Thorin walked unconcernedly to the side of the room and without a word sat down with his arms crossed on the wooden chair where he usually threw his dirty clothes after work, apron on the opposite side of the table where that vicious act Dwalin was engaged in was taking place.
"I need to talk to you. " He told him, trying to keep his eyes focused on his friend's profile, who as soon as he noticed his insistent gaze broke away from the human's lips and turned his head towards his own.
"I am a little busy at the moment." He retorted throwing an eloquent look towards his hand around the human woman's outstretched leg and, as if to underline what he meant, the woman rubbed her femininity against Dwalin's thigh meowing like a cat in heat.
Repugnant.
With disgust and indifference, Thorin shook his shoulders letting his back go even further to the chair.
"I can wait." He retorted in Khuzdul not wanting the human to understand one more word from them.
The dwarf warrior gave him a dirty look as soon as Thorin let go of his back to the chair and crossed his arms in anticipation, raising an eyebrow wryly: he couldn't even for once give him a freaking hour off, all that work would kill him sooner or later as well as his composure and that damned look of indifference.
Dwalin had to bite his lip, holding back a groan between his teeth as Eyia's small fingers moved up his member until they grazed his tip. Slowly she began to stroke it with small concentric gestures which she began to imitate with slow movements of her pelvis making him feel how wet she was, riding his leg slowly, moaning into his hear his name and making him hate Thorin insistence even more.
"Do-we-really-need-to-do-this-right-now?" Dwalin roared at Thorin, barely managing to keep his hands fixed on Eyia's thighs in the meantime that she again let her hand go even further down his trousers.
"Dwalin, please." She whispered pleadingly in his ear licking his earlobe rubbing herself against his leg again. "Please."
Following her, with his blue eyes, Thorin let out an annoyed snort as soon as the girl in one smooth movement freed Dwalin's member completely from the fabric of his breeches accompanying him past the loose leather straps caressing his entire length right before his eyes.
"She is human." He pointed wryly, clutching his forearms outstretched at the girl's insolence.
"I know what she is." Dwalin retorted, barely suppressing a groan as Eyia mischievously began to slowly kiss the side of his neck, swiping her wet tongue under the hairline of his beard as fast as she continued to torture his erection.
"Why?" Thorin asked, beginning to grow impatient that the girl didn't even mind his presence and continued unconcernedly, moaning into his friend's chin.
"Why not?"
"Because she is a human!" Thorin roared back, retorting something that was more than obvious to him.
Dwalin rolled his eyes, trying to maintain a modicum of control, which was very easy for him especially if instead of a pair of tits he had to look at Thorin's unyielding face and instead of hearing moans he was instead forced to hear his irritating tone berating him for a problem that had been his and his alone for years.
He knew why Thorin was scolding him: all his life the idiot had lain only with dwarrowdams, as they had all been taught since they were only boys, as the true tradition of their people dictated. But Thorin seemed to be the only one who still followed that idea, and since they had left the villages of Dunland, it was as if that thought had become even more ingrained in him. If only that idiot, bound to his damned traditions had known what it was like to be between their thighs, and Eyia seemed intent on making him understand that or at least make Thorin feel so uncomfortable that he would get them both out of the way.
That was why Dwalin adored her, why he wanted her every night, why he craved her thighs so much that he had rotted the guards at the entrance by paying them to let her infiltrate the halls most nights. That lustful, rebellious human tavern-keeper from that night in the city of men had become his favourite poison, and the taste of her cherry in his mouth had become tastier than any beer he'd ever drunk.
Marred the dwarrowdams and their ostentatious purity and devotion. He adored his human.
"You are too stern, you always are." He scolded Thorin with a hiss but was unable not to sneer as he cast a glance underneath him to the stiff, rosy nipple pressed against his pecs indulging what he already understood to be Y/N's desires. "Have you ever seen one of them without their clothes on?"
With a snort, Thorin rolled his eyes again in annoyance. "She is nearly as tall as you."
"Only if you keep staring and trust me it's the last thing ya notice when you are on top of them or...behind them." Dwalin snickered, looking him straight in the eye even as he slowly moved up to Eyia's shoulder, kissing her as she reached up to his ear, biting it under the earring.
"He is boring you were right." A single whisper that made him grin against her rosy skin and made him make perhaps the rightest decision of his entire life.
Dwalin licked his lips as he continued to look at Thorin, and with a sharp movement, he passed the hand still clinging to Y/N's leg underneath her petticoat, lifting it all the way up and revealing her open thighs and belly still pressed against the now soaked fabric of his breeches.
Thorin thought still tried not to look, was compelled when he saw Dwalin's hand full of scars, like his own, began to stroke her inner thigh with the back of his hand in front of him. "They have a body as sensitive body as a virgin one. Sometimes I am even afraid of breaking when I touch it. They're the hardest metal I've ever dealt with."
As much as the king had tried to control himself, he couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek when with the pelvis of the human went for Dwalin's touch again spreading her legs wide just for him.
When Dwalin noticed how Thorin was staring at his hand, he smiled triumphantly: perhaps giving him a little demonstration before blowing him up wouldn't be such a bad idea. The dwarf warrior shifted his gaze from Thorin's increasingly tense face to the face of Eyia resting on his shoulder before he leaned back with his torso from the table, allowing Thorin to see what was to follow.
Slowly he brought his hand up to Eyia's throbbing pubis, and knowing how she would react, he brushed his thumb over her opening making her legs spread even wider. He lowered his touch until he flowered her engorged, wet clit. Eyia moaned softly against the beard on his neck and in a spasm of pleasure, she pulled her hand away from his member grabbing his wrist: like an obedient virgin, the way she wanted Thorin to look at her and all just to get him out of her slit.
She glared at him : she knew she'd go crazy, she'd freak out, probably kick Thorin out in a bad way and in Durin's name that would turn him on more than any moan she could ever get out of her mouth.
Thorin Oakenshield, hunted by a human from his own forge.
"They adore us ya know, human maids." Dwalin whispered, turning his gaze to him and grinning out of the side of his mouth as the human's small hand tried to push his friend's hand down even further. "It is something I can't even explain, they look for our bodies as it's the first time they see man, they touch us as we are melted gold." She told him turning her head towards the human's rubbing her lips against the small ear covered by the unruly wisps. "By my beard..." Dwalin murmured hoarsely as he felt Y/N getting wetter and wetter under his fingers to the point of dripping. "She pends from my lips and limbs, as I am Mahal myself sometimes." He murmured more to himself than to Thorin.
"Of curse she does, you are paying her." Thorin retorted, making his friend grin in satisfaction as he looked at him again.
"I am not, Eyia is no whore she is an innkeeper from the human village outside, the innkeeper who offers the sweetest ale in all of this damned Valar-dominated part of the world." He commented hoarsely as he continued to look at him, but Thorin's gaze remained fixed on Dwalin's hand.
The friend of his, biting his lip, let his middle finger in between the two wet folds slide inside her, just enough to get only the tip of his finger in but enough to make her moan with so much satisfaction Thorin felt that nagging feeling press into his trousers again, growing more and more.
"So you are courting a human in a forge." He muttered, lowering his arms to try and cover his shame as much as he could manage.
"I am not courting her we just keep each other company until the sun rises every two nights when you are not inside this damned workshop and I have a moment's peace."
At those last words, Thorin could no longer remain silent or still, forcefully he held his forearms glaring at him. He could have accepted that Dwalin had taken a shine to a human, and even justified his sneaking her in. He wouldn't have approved but he would have understood, instead, he let her into their city only to bang her every other day.
She suppressed a small growl but was unable to keep from gritting her teeth furiously at each other. "So you are sneaking a human maid into these halls with-"
"You can also speak directly to me you know I am not invisible."
Finally, Eyia couldn't take it any more, that game was taking too long and knowing that they were talking about her in that deep, scratchy language, now after those long weeks even familiar, was driving her out of her mind.
She had been good, patient but Dwalin's finger between her legs was no longer enough and in those few hours she had free in the night, Eyia wanted to feel more than just his fingers and hear those words in Dwarvish only whispered into her ears between thrusts.
Pulling her lips away from Dwalin's strong neck she lether face go gently against his chest and entwined both arms around his shoulders, finally glancing down at the end of the table at the annoying interlocutor. She knew very well who he was, she could guess who he was, but at that moment it could have been Aule himself and she would have treated him the same way.
Eyia felt Dwalin's chest move up and down as his rough and deep chuckle resonated into the room, while on the other side the other dwarf remained silent, crossing slowly his legs while an irritated snore passed through his lips.
"You have a sharp tongue for a woman."
"Many say so, they say I tend to give voice to my though too many times."
"That's why Dwalin likes you then." He retorted, grinning out of the side of his mouth as he glanced behind her, clearly referring to Dwalin who was still holding his hand between her legs, teasing the entrance with the tip of his finger.
But Eyia weren't in the mood at that moment at all.
"He likes to talk, a lot actually, more than me even sometimes." She retorted aggressively, raising an eyebrow as Eyia slowly dropped her hands towards the step and gripped the edge of the table.
Oh yes, he liked to talk, especially as he watched her get dressed. He kissed her with his rough lips, he kissed every spot he hadn't touched enough during the night, rubbing his rough beard over every inch of her body and more than once, in those chats, she'd overheard them while his head was between her legs and she had to hold on to his black hair looking at the tattoos on his head.
And those little discussions were also the reason she knew exactly who she was facing, the one Dwalin liked to call the Pride Bastard, or in some rare moments, his king.
Sceptically, Thorin raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly to the side. "He doesn't speak a lot to me, that's why I came here, because I needed to talk with him, but he was busy, with you."
"Then maybe he prefers my company because or you are just a silent person or just boorish...I think more the second choice. " Eyia hissed, totally voicing her thoughts as she turn her upper body totally towards him, not at all ashamed of her condition. How her breasts were totally in his sight, as well as her belly almost completely exposed if it wasn't covered by the side of her thigh.
He was the one who had stayed if her body was going to give him any trouble he might as well go away and let her continue her night with Dwalin without any further ado on his part.
Thorin clicked his tongue again, but this time through his blue eyes partially covered by the pitch-black wisps Eyia could see a spark ignite, a spark that made her womanhood pulsate between her legs and hold her hands on the surface of the table almost crawling over it.
"Yes, you tend to use your tongue a little bit too much for my tastes." He pinned the dwarf down, narrowing his gaze and spreading his legs over the chair in a fluid motion, settling even better: oh no, he wasn't leaving, not now.
And for all the Valar, he was annoying, he was boring, he'd used a tone since he'd walked in that even if she didn't understand it was capable of sending her into a rage, but she'd be a liar not to admit he was the most beautiful dwarf and man, and elf she'd ever seen. Dwalin was gorgeous, he had aroused her instincts the first moment Eyia saw him sitting at the tavern table. Powerful, rough, mischievous, but with a gaze that showed all the gentleness that could conceal the dwarf still well placed between her legs at that moment. A carnal, hard, violent beauty: his scars on his body, his arms covered in those tattoos she could have looked at and kissed for hours, his broken nose, but Thorin was a different kind of beauty. One she had rarely had the opportunity to see, a beauty as cold and dark as his hair that began to make the inside of her legs throb once more. The fine lips, the sharp eyes that were eating her alive at that moment, the backset as if he were not sitting on a wooden stool in a forge but on a throne. The taut, stocky muscles that darted beneath the regal yet humble blue shirt he was wearing crumpled at that moment. The dark hair on his chest rising slightly towards his square jaw covered by a short, unkempt beard the same colour as the long, black hair loose on his powerful shoulders. That voice, for all Valar, that hateful, haughty voice, that was making the hairs on her back stand up in annoyance but so deep and authoritative that it seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, tangling with her own.
Eyia plan to let him go turned into something else. She was going to make him stay, no, she were going to make him beg to stay.
Hiii so this is my first smut on tumblr! I'mnotsure if it's good and it probably hassome spelling errors but im open to feedback and any tips or requests and I had to make a part 2 bc it over the word limit
Warnings: smut unprotected sex p in v D/s 18+
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You showed up at the Chateau in a full-blown bratty spiral—lip gloss poppin', attitude louder than your knock. Rafe was already there, beer in hand, JJ sprawled on the couch like he didn’t give a fuck. Rafe smirked. “Weren’t we meeting up to hook up?” You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t say with you.” “Oh, she’s begging to be shut up,” he said, looking at JJ. You scoffed. “Make me.” They moved at once—JJ behind you, locking you in, Rafe spreading your legs in front like it was routine. “What do you want?” JJ asked, hot against your ear. You squirmed. Nothing came out. Rafe grinned. “We’ll just decide for you.” And you nodded—because you were so fucking ready to be ruined. JJ grabbed your chin, tilting your face up. His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, slow and smug. “This mouth’s been running all night,” he muttered. “Time to put it to better use.” Before you could sass back, Rafe leaned in, fingers working at your buttons—slow, deliberate, eyes locked on yours. “You like being bratty, puppy?” he asked, voice low, dark, almost sweet. You tried to answer—something cocky, something smart—but JJ beat you to it. Two fingers slipped past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “Mm-mm,” he murmured. “No talking.” Your eyes fluttered. Your thighs squeezed. And they hadn’t even gotten started. Rafe saw your thighs squeeze and put his hands spreading them apart. “Look at her. Already soaking.” They take their time stripping you down, both still fully dressed. They made you kneel between them — one hand on each of their thighs. Rafe said “Pick who you wanna start with.” You whines too long — they pick for her. JJ at the mouth, Rafe taking his time teasing lower. JJ grips her hair — no more talking. Your gagged with him in your lips, and Rafe starts fingering her brutally slow. Rafe's mouth is at her neck, biting. “Still wanna be a brat?” JJ thrusts shallow, holding your head still — smirking at the mess making on your face. Your moaning around JJ cock, tears forming, whole body twitching. Rafe slids threw your folds teasing you. “Not yet. You don’t deserve it yet.” JJ leans down. “You like this? Getting silenced like this?” You nods — overwhelmed, melting.
