summary : y/n goes around the chateau collecting boyfriends like infinity stones
characters : male reader x john b routledge, male reader x jj maybank, male reader x pope heyward
warnings : smut, marathon sex ( for reader ), unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, riding, degrading language, partial sub reader, dominant jj, submissive john b, submissive pope, slight pain kink, cheating, exhibitionism, mention of weed and alcohol, pope is the star of the show, i think that’s all
As to be expected, JJ was the easiest to get in bed.
After exchanging suggestive glances all night, All it took in the end was a brush of the hand and a wink— and of course and a few more beers in both of their systems—to convince JJ to sneak off. His excuse of “heading to the bathroom.” worked on everyone, including the girlfriend clinging to his arm, and he went on about his business.
Y/N followed suit not too long after. Considering everyone was caught up in the fun of the night to worry about anyone other than themselves, he wasn’t concerned with the idea of being caught. He used the disguise of the night to slip into the chateau, looking over his shoulder to ensure he wasn’t being followed. Not that he expected anyone to.
Though, the prospect of being caught did turn Y/N on. It’s why he took his sweet time to meet JJ inside of John B’s bedroom. Upon his arrival, the blond dropped his cargo shorts the moment Y/N walked inside of their friend’s room.
Hair wild and stuck to his forehead, body glistening with sweat, muscles tensing with every moment, JJ craned his neck to look back at Y/N with a drunken grin. His eyes were bloodshot, curtesy of the cloud of smoke lingering in the air of the bedroom.
The bed rocked back and forth, creaking way too loudly as Y/N fucked into JJ. They would’ve cared if they weren’t high out of their mind. They would’ve cared if they were remotely close to caring if someone walked in on the two of them fucking.
JJ gripped the sheets under his knuckles turned white, groaning as he deepened his arch. His body felt on fire in the best way possible as Y/N slid in and out of his hole with.
“H-How good does it feel?”
Y/N couldn’t find the energy to utter a word, already spent from the quick pace of his thrusts. He entered flow state, focused on two things: fucking the cum out of JJ while also not cumming early himself. His dick pulsated, climax desperate to be reached as he watched the beautiful sight of his dick disappearing and reappearing out of JJ’s iron tight hole.
Y/N dug his nails in JJ’s hips, the pale skin already bruised by the roughness he demanded of Y/N when they first started. He tried to remain focus on the task at hand.
Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.
He wasn’t doing all of this work just to cum early like some loser. All the suggestive things the blond said when no one was listening, all the lingering touches behind their friends’ backs, all the sex stories he told Y/N with the sole intention of getting him riled up, it all lived up to the expectations.
He should’ve expected JJ to rock his world once they stopped the shenanigans and finally fucked. Y/N felt like he was the one getting fucked, at the mercy of JJ despite being the one who was doing the fucking.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” JJ announced, voice cracking at the end of his sentence.
JJ moved his ass expertly, moving his hips backwards to match Y/N’s brutal pace. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, pleasure frying his brain more than the weed in his system. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hair, pulling his head back so he could stare into the blond’s eyes as he fucked him feverishly.
“Fuck!” JJ whined, mouth falling open as a newfound pleasure hit him like a freight train.
JJ’s ass clenched when Y/N dick rammed into his prostate, walls swallowing Y/N’s dick with no intention of ever letting go. Y/N reached around and grabbed JJ’s rock hard dick, stroking him w a quick pace. His own orgasm was approaching, and he wasn’t able to do anything to keep it at bay no matter how much he wanted this to lays forever. JJ moaned his name again and again, sounding more and more sinful with every passing moment.
Y/N squeezed his eyes shut as the force of a thousand orgasms knocked the wind out of him. His hips stilled, pelvis pressed against JJ’s ass as he shot out rope after rope of cum. The tightest JJ had ever been during their last three rounds came when his own orgasm hit him next. Like a vice, Y/N felt the wall of muscle clamp down on his dick and squeeze any remaining cum not able to make it out on his own.
He groaned lowly, the two men falling forward onto John B’s sweat and cum stained sheets. JJ let out a soft grunt as the weight of Y/N fell on top of him, humming as Y/N’s dick stayed nestled within his sticky walls. His ass was bright red, marked by handprints and imprints from Y/N’s nails. He was going to be sore as holy hell the following day, but that was a price he was willing to pay.
Y/N had just enough energy to pull out and roll over, covering his face with his arm as sleepiness began to take over his body. Never before had he came that hard. JJ rocked his world, literally pulled orgasm after orgasm out of his dick with ease. He was a fool to ever doubt JJ’s sexpertise wouldn’t live up to the countless stories he told.
Just as Y/N thought he would be able to relax for a moment, the feeling of a hand sliding up his torso caught his attention. He removed his arm, eyes landing on JJ who now hovered over his dick. The metal of his rings sent a jolt down Y/N’s spine as JJ began to stroke him slowly, tongue sticking out to collect the leftover cum on his dick.
The pain caused Y/N to squirm. The most recent one marked orgasm number four, and Y/N was a spent as he could be. His dick physically couldn’t take no more. That’s what he was telling himself. But if that was the case, why was he growing harder as JJ continued to clean the cum off his dick?
JJ didn’t care a single bit to give Y/N a break. Not when his leaking hole craved to be filled to the brim again and again. Not his puffy lips wanted nothing more than to have a dick forcing its way past his lips.
“No way, broski,” JJ whispered, his low eyes locking with Y/N’s. The deviousness was as clear. “I know you got a few more rounds left.”
As long as JJ had his hands on him, Y/N wasn’t going to leave this room until he was all out of cum.
John B was a little less easy than JJ, but definitely not enough of a prude to resist his urges.
When Y/N came back out only a few minutes after JJ, John B instantly knew what the two had been doing. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand, from the lopsided grin on his face to the damp hair sticking to his forehead, John B put two and two together despite his drunken state. The limp JJ walked with as he joined the group didn’t do anything to help conceal the truth.
The rest of the night, John B’s eyes couldn’t leave Y/N. To be more specific, they could’ve leave the bulging print in the front of his swim trunks. Being attracted to Y/N seemed to be consensus between the friend group. Everyone playfully flirted with him, even Cleo who was relatively new to the group. John B never thought it was anything other than playful banter. Until now, when all his thoughts about his friend took a hard turn into the lane of forbidden.
Now, John B covered his mouth with both of his hands, petrified of making a sound despite the fact that he wanted to. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, he wanted to main Y/N’s name so loud that the entire island heard him. He was scared out of his mind, enough to swallow every moan Y/N fucked out of him, but why was he scared?
He wanted this. He was the one to make the first move.
He knew what he was doing when he moved past Y/N in the kitchen, sliding his ass across Y/N’s crotch in a manner that was a bit too obvious. Sure, he was a bit rusty at giving subtle hints, but it worked out in his favor. Despite wanting this, John B couldn’t have imagined Y/N would be deeper inside him than anything before.
Even the sex toys Sarah used on him didn’t reach the spots Y/N’s dick did as he bounced John B up and down, slowly and steadily impaling him on the thick piece of meat. John B’s eyes watered as his hole was stretched wider than ever before, the delicious burn of the stretching muscle sending him into a mind-numbing pleasure.
“How come you’re being so quiet?” Y/N teased, digging his fingers into John B’s ass.
John B whimpered, burying his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck. He couldn’t risk moaning. He couldn’t even risk pulling his face out of Y/N’s neck. Too far gone from the amount of beer she drank at the bonfire earlier to be awaken, Sarah was knocked out only inches away. John B didn’t want it this way. He may have been breaking her trust, but he wanted to do it in a concealed manner. However, Y/N didn’t have a care in the world. In all actuality, Sarah being in the same room made the sex better than what he expected.
When Y/N walked into his room with his dick out, John B almost had a panic attack. All Sarah did was stir in bed when light flooded in. She groaned, begging for John B to shut up when he pulled down Y/N’s trunks and started to suck him off quite loudly at first. Now, she no longer made any movements besides chest rising up and down as her boyfriend got fucked merely inches away from her.
Despite the precise carefulness of both their movements, the sound of skin slapping still filled the room. Ever so quiet, as Y/N had enough control to fuck John B at a leisurely pace, but still noticeable in a room so quiet they could hear a penny drop. Thankfully, Cleo and Pope were watching tv in the living room, giving them enough leeway to make some kind of noise. Y/N would’ve gone insane if he wasn’t able to hear John B moan in his ear, coming undone right before his eyes.
“Th-This is s-so wrong,” John B muttered, whimpers falling from his open mouth every time Y/N dropped him down onto his dick.
Y/N grinned, making no secret to hide his pleasure of doing this in front of Sarah. He wasn’t a picky man at all. He would’ve gone for fucking John B outside, in the hot tub, anywhere he wanted it. But he wanted to see if he could actually pull this off, and look at him go, setting the bar for himself extremely high and hitting it with ease.
“What would Sarah say if she saw you right now?” Y/N asked, spreading John B’s ass apart even further. If Sarah woke up, she would get a front row view of a dick stretching her boyfriend’s hole. “What would she think if she saw her loving boyfriend riding her friend’s dick?”
John B groaned lowly, burying his face in Y/N’s neck. Feeling like the dirtiest of whores, accompanied by the dick in his ass, was enough to bring him to a finish. His rock solid dick rubbed up against Y/N’s abdomen, cum oozing out as his body shook, eyes watering as his brain became numb.
He bit down on Y/N’s shoulder, otherwise he wouldn’t abandoned all control. Which he did, whether he noticed it or not. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh when a broken moan forced its way past John B’s lips. But it was fine. All Sarah did was turn over in bed, settling into the empty spot where her boyfriend should’ve even.
Y/N walked back over to the bed, setting John B onto his back. He rolled his hips a few time, just to ensure he was fucking his cum as deep inside of John B as he could. John B writhed, trying to push Y/N off of him. He sucked on the skin of John B’s neck, rubbing his hands up and down his ass, with a few light taps on the round flesh for safe measure.
Still, he slammed John B down one last time, not caring if the slapping of skin woke Sarah up. He wanted her to see as John B threw his head back, exhaling heavily as the feeling of cum shot up into his guts. Only when he knew he was shooting blanks did he stop the torture on John B’s hole.
Y/N’s dick was in a pain so excruciating, it almost felt like his dick was going to fall off. That wouldn’t be the ideal way to end the night. He had a few hours to recoup all the cum JJ milked out of him, but it still hurt to have another orgasm so close to the last six. Y/N, unfortunately, had to pull out of John B with a lewd pop, tucking his softening dick back into his trunks.
John B stared at the ceiling, panting for breath as his body refused to come down from the high he would be riding for the days to come. All he could think about was the next time. The next time he’d get to sneak away and let Y/N fuck him however he wanted to. Where he could be as loud as he wanted to, where he could be folded into many different positions and dominated, where cum any and everywhere he wanted.
The moonlight shining through the window gave Y/N the mesmerizing sight of John B’s puffy hole leaking out cum. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to miss the opportunity higher to him by the beautiful moon and her illumination.
Taking advantage of the moment the universe was giving him, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of his masterpiece, making sure to get John B’s reddened face in every single one for safe keeping just incase he never got the chance to fuck him again. But knowing John B, he’d be able to sidestep the guilt of cheating on Sarah just so he could be fucked again.
Y/N tucked his phone back in his pocket, leaning down to whisper in John B’s ear.
Foolishly, Y/N was under the impression that he was done for the night.
He had decided after sleeping with two guys in one day— only hours apart— it was best to called it a night. He headed outside, passing by the couple cuddled as they slept on the indoor couch.
Being the only single one in the friend group kind of screwed him over in times like these. John B and Sarah had the main bedroom, JJ and Kiara slept in the guest bedroom and Pope and Cleo got the couch. That left Y/N with the dingy couch out on the porch, At least the others were comfy, that was nice for them.
He was spent by time he dragged himself out onto the porch, falling asleep in seconds once his head hit the pillow. He went to sleep thinking about the night he had. While JJ made him cum more, John B was definitely the better lay. It was definitely because of the scenario. Y/N would have to fuck JJ with Kiara in close proximity to see if the thrill he felt was universal, or reserved only for John B.
His night definitely could’ve been better. Despite Pope being the cutest out of his friends, Y/N knew better to think he was going to be an easy conquest. Maybe after a few solo hangouts, where Y/N made Pope feel as if he was special, that’s when things would happen. Pope was the classiest out of the bunch. His layers had been peeled back and his bad boy side started to peek out, but not enough for Y/N to expect him to ever turn his back on his relationship. It was respectable. Disappointing to say the least, but definitely respectable.
So, one could imagine the surprise Y/N felt when he woke up to something wet gliding up and down on his dick. When his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, they widened when they set on the man on his knees, sucking him off with reckless abandon.
“What the fuck?” Y/N hissed, turning his head to see Cleo still asleep on the couch directly on the other side of the wall. “This is… oh my God.”
Y/N had to cover his mouth, as to not wake up Cleo, when Pope pulled off his dick with a pop. His eyes couldn’t believe what they were saying, a mixture of confusion, disbelief and excitement rushing down to his dick.
After the initial shock, Y/N relented to his sexual desires, even if his brain was telling him to actually call it a night. But who knew when this would happen again? If he rejected Pope now, it possibly meant never getting to tap the fattest ass in the group.
What kind of man would he be if he made that dumb decision?
Pope stood up and straddled Y/N’s lap, snaking his arms around his neck as he leaned forward. “J told me about last night and I couldn’t resist,” he admitted.
“Oh? So I have dick worth bragging about?” Y/N wondered. Then he realized what a dumb question that was. “Wait, it’s me, of course I have dick worth bragging about.”
Even though boundaries had just been crossed, Pope couldn’t fight the eye roll. He leaned forward and connected their lips, moaning as he fasted the faint trace of beer on Y/N’s lips. Y/N froze for a second, a bit confused on the action. Kissing was a bit romantic for a hookup, but hey, if friends could fuck, who’s to say they couldn’t kiss?
His hands found themselves resting on Pope’s ass, finding himself getting lost in the heated kiss. Pope’s lips were hungry, impatient and messy as he slipped his tongue inside of Y/N’s mouth.
Just when Y/N found himself matching Pope’s quick rhythm, he pulled back. Pope gave him one more quick peck before he untied the strings to his swim trunks.
Like with every pair of pants he owned, Pope had to use all his strength to pull them down over his ass. But when he did, Y/N was mesmerized by the sight of Pope’s bare ass looking him in the face. It was fat in his pants, unable to be hidden no matter what kind of pants he tried to wear, but it was even better outside of clothes.
Y/N learned forward, more than eager to bury his face deep between Pope’s cheeks, but Pope shook his head. “No time for that,” he said.
Pope didn’t bother to pull his trunks down past his thighs before he climbing onto the couch, assuming position with his ass stuck in the air. Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. He stood up and pulled his trunks down to his ankles, taking his place in between Pope’s legs. He slid inside of Pope with ease thanks to Pope using as much spit as he could when sucking his dick. Both men stilled as the feeling of being connected struck them like lightning.
“Holy shit.” Y/N squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths as he did his best not to cum too early. It was hard to do with John B, but it felt damn near impossible with Pope squeezing around him. “Yep… this is definitely… holy shit.”
Pope deepened the arch in his back, taking more of Y/N’s dick as he moaned into the couch. When JJ woke up in the early hours of the night to tell him about how Y/N’s dick still had his ass feeling sore, Pope couldn’t believe it.
Now that he was slowly being filled to the brim, he knew JJ was telling the truth and nothing but. His body relaxed, eager to get Y/N’s dick inside of him as soon as JJ told him to try it out for himself. The entire time he was sucking him off, Pope couldn’t think about anything other than how good it would feel to finally fulfill his fantasy of fucking Y/N.
But now his walls were clenching around Y/N, refusing to let him go anywhere. His muscles contracted as the typical pain to be expected hit him like a bullet train, but the pleasure overpowered anything else. Y/N wasn’t even fully inside of him yet and this was the best sex of his life.
Not that he had any other men to compare it to, but if he was comparing sex in general. Pope had a feeling that however many orgasms he was able to get out of Y/N would be the best. Hands down.
Pope knew his best asset, and he used it to drive Y/N wild. He held onto the couch and threw his ass back with preciseness. Maury blasted on the TV in the living room, so Y/N didn’t have to be as quiet as he was with John B. Though he couldn’t be as reckless as he was with JJ. One thrust too powerful, one moan too loud, Cleo was waking up, getting a front row seat of her boyfriend getting fucked. Which, again, wasn’t something Y/N cared to prevent for his sake. But he definitely wasn’t ever going to stop fucking Pope now that he got a taste, so it was kind of the respectable thing to do for his sake.
“Fuckkk, just like that,” Y/N moaned.
Pope kept up the mid-tempo pace, the burn in his lower body intensifying as he continued to match Y/N’s thrusts. Y/N’s eyes were glued to Pope’s ass as it jiggled and rippled like the waves they surfed yesterday. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he had a little drool coming out of his mouth as he watched his dick disappear and reappear again and again out of the tight hole hugging his dick.
JJ’s ass was muscular, defined by years of working out, and John B’s was pure fat, fortunate enough to be stored in his lower body than his upper body. But Pope’s? Pope had the definition of a perfect ass, a healthy balance of fat making it as soft as a cloud, with the added definition of muscular to help it poke out. He also got it from his momma. There was no wonder why Y/N had been dreaming of this moment since they hit puberty.
Y/N beat his dick one too many times, envision the tightness of his fist was Pope’s ass. The real thing was 10x better than anything he could’ve imagined. He always stared at Pope’s ass once it grew into itself, straining against any pair of pants or shorts he tried on. Every chance he got to, he slapped Pope’s ass in the name of playful bromance.
In his head, he would imagine everything he wanted to do. He wanted to eat it for hours, he wanted to shove as many fingers as the tight entrance would allow, he wanted to cum inside of it until he died. What an amazing way to go that would be, but that wasn’t possible.
Right? Who knows? Y/N was perfectly okay with accepting what he was getting now. He could die satisfied.
“I’m so c-close,” Pope whispered, white-knuckling the back of the couch.
Y/N nodded in approval. His hands spread Pope’s ass apart, fully able to see his hole swallowing his dick with ease. “Come on, Pope. Cum for me.”
Pope grew exhausted, resting against the couch as Y/N continued to fuck into him like a jackhammer. His eyes rolled as Y/N relentlessly fucked his prostate, causing copious amounts of pre cum to leak from his bobbing dick. His body shook with every thrust, the couch scraping against the porch. Y/N’s thrusts grew sloppy as his orgasm approached rapidly.
Y/N pulled out until his tip almost slipped out, slamming his dick deep inside of Pope one last time as he came with a guttural groan. Y/N bit down on his lip, swallowing a strangled moan as the biggest orgasm of the night came out on painful spurts. His body shuddered as whatever number orgasm this was overtook his body.
Pope came at the same time, dick shooting out ropes of cum they would have to race to clean before dawn all over the couch whimpering into the air. His hole clenched around the dick buried deep inside of his guts him. The velvety walls of Pope’s inside spasmed around him, extending both of their blissful highs.
When all was said and done, Pope struggled to stand up. Y/N watched in amusement. Pope resembled a baby deer as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as he slowly came down from the orgasm. Cum leaked out of his hole, leaking onto the couch to stain it even more, making Y/N lick his lips. There was no way this was going to be a one-and-done situation like John B. Not with that ass.
Pope gasped as he was grabbed and pushed onto the couch. Y/N grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the edge until his ass was hanging off, stepping in between Pope’s stretched legs. Pope wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck, securing himself as Y/N put his legs on his shoulders. Pope connected their lips as Y/N slid inside of him again, moaning into each other mouths as Y/N’s dick grew hard again in record time.
Pope broke away from the kiss, staring into Y/N’s eyes with a burning intensity. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Pope shook his head. “Do it.”
Y/N looked up to see the top of Cleo’s head still on the other side of the wall. He didn’t think it was the brightest idea to fully fuck Pope when his girlfriend was only inches away, but if he didn’t care then why should Y/N. The boy wanted to be fucked into the couch and Y/N had no choice but to provide. After all, what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t have his bro’s back?
He started off with shallow strokes, focusing more on simply feeling Pope than rushing the process. Their tongues fought in each other’s mouth as Pope clenched around him, his body hungry and desperate for more. Y/N couldn’t help but grin as he began to pick up the face, not caring anymore if he was being too loud. The couch creaked under their weight and his balls slapped against Pope’s ass, echoing in the night. He had a sneaky suspicion as long as Pope had a say, he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Especially not when he knew JJ and John B would be back for more as well.
Looks like his night was just getting started.
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