Hi this is my first time requesting here✌️🥹 I was wondering if you could do Tim and Brian (could be separate or together) with a young bratty girlfriend put in her place✌️🥹 something like that....
You drive me over the edge!
Tim | Toby | Brian
Warnings; MDNI, Stay out pls, power bottom tim thats slightly sub but still degrading, YES YOU HEARD RIGHT, riding, piv, power bottom toby too, ykw make them all power bottoms, dry humping,
Tim
Tim says you make him feel old, because of all the gray hairs you give him. You run him in circles with how much you mouth off to him. Always trying to get in his pants for at least a week straight. Can't say that he minds though, means the missus is happy and content is what he tells Brian when rubs his sore bicep from where you were gripping on for dear life as he railed you into the mattress, loving the way he gets your eyes to cross as you finish around him for the third time that night.
Might’ve been around the time your period ended, and Tim was very busy that week anyways which made you emotional. He had Toby run errands for you to make up for his absence and called you when he could. Often finding himself falling asleep on call with you in the back of his truck next to Brian who’s already knocked out with Toby in the bed of the truck.
When he got home, definitely sore and way more tired than usual, kicking off his boots with a sigh as he drops some goodies he got you on the counter you couldn’t help it really, most of the teases just slipped out.
One here when he groaned sitting down, tilting his head back and sighing. Going to rub his shoulders as you lightly kiss his head and ask if the old man wants a pain killer. Which got you a groan and huffy yeah. Another when he needed his glasses that you just so happen to be sporting. But the last straw was when he went to get his long awaited beer, ready for bed and to fall asleep on the couch next you watching some shit tv show.
He bent over searching the fridge, not seeing the beer he specifically placed at the front anywhere in sight. Tim swore he felt his back pop, most likely from sleeping sideways next to Brian’s loud ass. And that’s when he heard it.
Your giggles. Not just any giggles, the mischievous ones where he knows you’ve done something at his expense. Straightening up he looks over his shoulder only to see you smiling and waving his beer at him.
The fridge slams shut with a rattle as he rasps out through pinched brows, “Darlin, don’t you do this. Gimme the beer, please.” Except, when he expects you to hand him the beer and laugh out apologies he’s met with the sway of your hips as you turn away saying “If you want it so bad, hun. Come and get it.”
Now damn does he want to chase that real bad. Beer and his woman what more could he need? Sleep, probably. He could feel it creeping up his back and into his limbs.
With the last bit of energy he puts into restraint, he walks up behind you, arms around your waist as he leads you to the living room. Pulling you down with him into his lap, as you both sunk into his arm chair making a yelp emerge from you as you clutched onto the wet beer bottle.
Adjusting you so his knees keep yours spread over his as he plucks the bottle popping it open with his teeth and taking the cap from his mouth to set it on the side table with a swig. Letting himself slide further into the chair bucking his hips up under you, your jeans rubbing against him to feel how hard he is.
Biting your lip and gripping the arm chair you wait for him to settle down you realize he's got you trapped when the beer hits the table too, an arm now snaking around your waist and holding you in place as his other hand rub light circles over your pulsing aching clit still protected by your jeans.
"T-Tim.. want more, please.." You whine so deliciously, the pleasure he gives you isn't enough to sate you, even as you feel him grunt and groan into the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin makes you dizzy as he grinds into your ass.
"Want more? Your real greedy sweetheart, teasing your poor man while he's tired. If you want it, work for it, c'mon." He huffs out, reaching up for your zipper, letting you raise your hips to pull them down just above your knees.
He lets you grind on his jeans, with feather light touches that pull away when your almost there. You're drunk on it, craving the release as he lets you do most the work even when your hips feel so tired. Tim will give you the smallest reprieve, grinding up to meet you as you go back and forth, staining his jeans in your slick.
Your so close, and you don't even know how long you've been at it. Tim sees it, hears it, with the way your moans get higher pitched, damn near whimpering his name like a mantra. He removes his hand from your thighs dragging it up to squeeze your throat, tilting it back as he kisses you. The taste of beer mixing with your saliva as it pushes you over the edge. Squeezing your eyes shut with a cry Tim swallows.
The hand on your waist moves down to your hips as he moves them in time with his, tilting his head back with a breathy groan as he cums in his pants, staining his boxers. It's the closest thing you've gotten to see as he doesn't stop, too pussy drunk and almost as whiney as you. Breathing heavily with tired eyes, "Oh you're so in for it, woman."
Toby
Toby wasn't much older than you, but since he anyway had a couple years on you, you poked and called him old. Said he couldn't keep up with you like that. Which was a massive lie. He could go for hours, but he's to scared he'll hurt you.
He always does want to be your good boy, even if he does have to put you back in your place sometimes.
You love to tease him. Get him flustered and stuttering at your bratty behavior only to leave him pent up. In your defense you didn't really know he was trying to hold back, and in his, he thought you were doing it on purpose. Not a horrible surprise, but a very overstimulating one.
Toby took you out tonight, nothing to special, just a walk around the park and back home through the woods. As he listened to you talk, intently, his eyes never leaving you, it was all interrupted by two douche bags cat calling you. Instead of telling them off like you normally did, you laughed. Not even, you giggled and kept walking.
He short-circuited catching up to you, wondering where his sharp tongued girlfriend went, "Wh-What did you d-do with m-my angel?" Toby said looking you over trying not to trip.
"Tobes what on earth are you talking about?" You said confused, but still smiling. It was funny watching him get this way, even if it turned him in circles.
"You, You g-giggled!" Toby exclaimed wildly next you, gesturing between you and back where those guys were. You really couldn't hold it together, stifling your smile that dared to get wider, "Yes I did, I tend to do that don't I?"
"B-But they were those, those w-weird frat g-guys! Y-You hate.. You're messing with me again a-aren't you." Toby trailed off piecing it together that he fell for it yet again.
"Don't know what your talking about, babe- OH-!" A shriek emitted from you as he hauled you over his shoulder stomping down the path home. No amount of reasoning could save you because he refused to respond, just twitching violently under you.
The house came back into view and the steps creaked harshly under both of you, the old weathered steps wanting to deny the weight. The door didn't receive much better treatment, since he just kicked it open and slammed it shut with his boots.
Toby dropped you on the fur rug in the hallway and loomed over you, his goggles reflecting your confused and almost timid expression. He seemed to enjoy it, since he smirked, his scar showing off more teeth as he said, "Y-You really love m-making me p-pent up and fr-frustrated don't you angel? B-Be a good girl for once a-and fix it." lowering himself on top of you just to hold you and flip you both over.
It was dizzying, watching the world spin landing you on top of toby seeing the freckles and the sunburn around his goggles that he doesn't take off. Taunting you with your reflection, making you see how you fall apart as he watches it in real time too.
"C-Come on! Don't you w-wanna make it u-up to me?" His hips thrust into yours making you feel the friction of his pants under the seem of your jeans that's thinned out due to you being spread over him, making it so easy to imagine the way his hard on would fill you out. Your slick and clenching cunt wanting the real thing so desperately. But Toby wants you to finish first this way.
So you start moving your hips grinding onto his and feeling the bulge under makes you whimper, as you essentially ride him. His smirk faulters the first time you moan out his name, his head tilting back into the plush rug. Toby's hair fanning slightly the way yours way earlier.
Your hand on his chest feel the way his breath hitches every time you spark pleasure in him. You can see the way you both enter a sub space, but Toby swallows his whimpers for growls as he's reminded of why your both in this situation in the first place and jerks his hips into your without much rhythm making your arms buckle.
Your cheek squishing into his jacket, the one with the ripped off sleeves to battle the heat. The pocket of it most likely leaving imprints along with Toby's bruising grip. Your arms wrapping around him, bracing as he speeds up. Slapping your thighs lightly to remind you to keep moving.
His heads tilted back, as he moans out, "F-Fuck, always such a bitch t-to me, b-but it's just us. R-Right a-angel face?"
"Uhhuh, just.. just us, a-always.. mhm!" You spasm and twitch above him as you cum, fingers digging into his sides. Your panties soaked through to your jeans as Toby ruts up into you finishing soon after, spilling into his jeans, making a wet patch as he moans out for you.
Your both breathing heavily, thinking it's over until he maneuvers you onto your back again, starting to strip his jacket, goggles askew as he says, "G-Gonna take c-care of you. M-Make it s-so you never entertain a-anyone but me, cause I'm so good t-to you, f-for you."
Brian
Brian has always taken care of you, made sure you were comfortable, it reminded you of those old collard breadwinners. Even if he wasn't exactly raised that way, he knew how to take care of his lady.
It's something he prides himself on. And when you get upset it feels like he's failing you. But honestly, you never really do get upset. This man said wherever and whenever you want it. So why not take advantage of it?
Teasing him lightly in public with lingering touches, gently grazing up his thing when he drives just to see his hands flex on the steering wheel.
Since he's gone for almost a week out of every month he makes sure to spend more quality time by taking you with him on errands. And when you launch out of his truck before he can open the door for you, and teasingly yell "Hurry up old man! I wanna check out all the new stuff!!" He just sighs, and strolls up behind you to rest a hand on your lower back.
He doesn't even look that old just really tired, apparently not to a kid who heard you and started pointing at him calling him an old man too, making his eye twitch slightly.
Oh he was gonna make you pay for that. But as you kept shopping he smiled warmly, and paid as usual. Only asking you to put the bags in the back while he looked something over in the drivers seat.
When you were done, you walked up to see what the issue was. Finding him sitting with his legs spread looking over some papers from the console. When he noticed you he gestured to his lap, "Up, dolly. Wanna show you somethin' neat."
As you pulled yourself up, thighs spread over his he check to make sure your legs were tucked close and shut the door. He always did like to park a little farther from everyone, making it easier to do this.
"Now sweet thing," He said setting the papers down, noticing your curious look. "Your gonna do me a favor, and hump my leg. Better finish too cause I can't guarantee you will when you get home."
"Your joking.." You laugh out hesitantly, but his dead serious look tells you otherwise. His eyebrow raises next, "Am I laughin'?"
Head shaking you gulp out a, "No sir." and steady yourself holding onto his shoulders as you drag your hips up his thigh. His hands holding yours steady and occasionally pulling you to grind down harder, pulling sweet whimpers out of you.
"Bri.." You call out, tears pricking your eyes as you work yourself up. His thumb rubs over your pouting lips and pushes slightly waiting for you to open. His thumb rest on your tongue now, feeling as you suck. Tracing the pad as your hips never slow even as they burn with fatigue.
It brings you so close, seeing as Brian had gotten worked up too. His labored breathing and the tent in his jeans causing him to whisper out curses. "Fuck. Doin' so great f'me. Cum on my thigh now doll, wanna take this back home. Punish you real good, won't be callin' me old man ever again after."
The thought is enough to make you clench around nothing, a wet line going up his jeans and staining them as you cum with a cry around his thumb. Your own jeans sporting a wet patch covering the entire crotch. Thighs twitching as you hold onto him like a life line watching him kiss your forehead gently, spilling more praise as he helps you back into the passenger. Adjusting himself with a smile the entire ride home as you sit there a bit dazed.
(Sorry I sent this as a screenshot - I typed this out, but want to make sure "daddy kink" wasn't an off-limits topic, but I didn't want to type it again). I love your writing!
daddy kink is never off limits for me <33 thaznk you, i appreciate it so much !! :D
tws beforehand: daddy kink, brat!afab!reader pussy slapping, mean!simon, a little possessive on his end :D
price was busy again on the days that he promised to take care of you. looking all apologetic when he came into your cunt in his office, saying he had to work overtime.
that was fucking dumb, you came first before his stupid fucking-- ugh. it was rude and mean! you were supposed to have him and simon tonight. your daddy promised you that and he didn't follow through again!
and that's exactly how you found yourself ass up in simon's room, whining and squirming on his cock. you were so fucking needy, one dick wasn't enough for you. no matter how good it felt to have simon pin your hands behind his back, how his thick fuckin' cock was practically ruining that spongey spot inside you, and the obscene sounds of your pussy. simon calling you his good pup, his precious slut.
but.. this was simon being nice. too nice. and you wanted, no, needed him to be mean.
"fuuck-- hah, daddy, please more.." you slurred out, eyes rolling to the back of your head and knowing damn well that's not simon's name. the rhythm of simon's thrusts slowed down, his hands still pining yours to your back while he goes painfully slow.
"yer daddy's not here, doll." simon whispers, slamming his hips into your ass and eliciting a whine from you. "who's splitting you open on this cock, luvie?" he buries himself deep into you and stills.
"hah- you, si, it's you!" and simon only scoffs, a little tsk. his hands let go, finding themselves on either side of your hips. you whine, feeling him pull back, until it was only the tip catching onto the rim of your sloppy cunt.
"not." a hard thrust. "my." plap. "fuckin'." plap. "name."
you bite your lip, trying not to give him that satisfaction but god, simon is impatient when he doesn't get what he wants. he pulls out and flips you over on your back, one hand spreading your leg open and a loud smack hitting your soaked pussy.
"are we forgetting our manners, doll?" simon taunts, another slap to your pretty cunt. you squeal, feeling the tip of his fingers smack your clit.
"sir please-- 'm sorry, i'll be good-" and you feel simon's hands under your thighs before that familiar feeling of being full of him hits you.
"fockin' right. wasn't so hard to be polite, huh, baby?"
and really, you couldn't form words when simon was fucking you within an inch of his life. your cunt was absolutely going to be flooded with simon's cum before price can even get a turn when he comes home.
lucky for you, price loves the feel of simon's cum just as much as you do.
