ilovemattsstuff

[ilovemattsstuff]

such a good smut

one more round

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description: you would've never thought that going out for a few drinks with your best mates would have led to the three of you in a bed together.

pairing: george clarke x fem!reader x arthur frederick

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, intoxication, porn with no plot, mean dom!george, switch!arthur, switch!reader (?), threesome, mmf, unprotected sex, p in v, p in v from behind, oral sex (m recieving), female ejaculation (squirting), handjobs, fingering, pet names (poppet, pet, love).

song rec: meddle about by chase atlantic- "baby, show me what you're doing, come and turn around"

w.c: 4.8k

a.n: sorry- this feels like a mess but i just needed to finish it and post.

you, arthur, and george stumbled into george's apartment, the door swinging wide to reveal a cozy, dimly lit space. the scent of men's cologne filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of takeout from earlier in the evening. the living room was a mess, with discarded shoes and jackets scattered across the floor, evidence of his roommates' recent departure.

"chris and arthur are out, thank fuck," george murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he closed the door. the sudden quiet of the apartment was a stark contrast to the noisy streets you'd just left behind. you nodded, your heart racing as you took in the sight of him, his eyes dark with desire. the sexual tension between the three of you was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

without warning, arthur pounced on you, his eyes dark and glossy from the alcohol. his body pressed against yours, his hands fumbling with the hem of your shirt. you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of panic. his kiss was sloppy, his tongue probing your mouth with an urgency that was both thrilling and overwhelming. your skin prickled with the sensation of his stubble scraping against your cheek, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. you tasted the faint hint of vodka on his breath, and the scent of his cologne, something musky and expensive, filled your nose.

you stumbled backward under his weight, colliding with the wall. george watched, his eyes alight with something unreadable. his cheeks were flushed, and his chest heaved with each shallow breath. you felt his gaze on you, hot and intense, as if he were a predator watching its prey. his hands balled into fists at his sides, and you wondered if he was fighting the urge to join in or to step away. the room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the three of you remained locked in this silent tableau of desire and confusion.

finally, arthur pulled away, his eyes searching yours for approval. you nodded, breathless. the heat of his body left a cold spot where he had been, and you felt a sudden need to bridge that gap again. george took a step forward, his movements deliberate, and placed a hand on arthur's shoulder. "easy, mate," he murmured, his eyes flicking to you with a silent question.

you felt your cheeks flush and took a shaky breath. "it's okay," you managed to say, your voice a whisper in the quiet room. george's hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek gently. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. "do you want this to happen?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

you silently nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. the nod was all the encouragement george needed. he stepped closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. his hand traveled down to the base of your neck, his grip firm but not painful. “use your words poppet. ‘can never understand ya’ when you mumble like that.” he murmured.

“yes,” you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “i want this. i want both of you.”

a smile, both tender and predatory, curved the corners of george’s mouth. he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, and whispered, “good.” with that, he claimed your mouth in a kiss that was everything arthur’s wasn’t—slow, deliberate, and intoxicating. his other hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space between the two of you. you felt arthur’s presence behind you, his chest pressing into your back, his hands sliding over your hips.

his touch was different from george’s, more tentative, as if he were afraid you’d push him away. but as george’s kiss grew deeper, your body melted into his, inviting arthur’s touch to become more daring. his hands roamed up your torso, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. you moaned into george’s mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue.

the three of you swayed together, a tangled mess of limbs and desire. the room spun slightly, not from the alcohol but from the intensity of the moment. you’d never been in a situation like this before—sandwiched between the two men you’d had known for what felt like forever. it was overwhelming, but you didn’t want it to end.

you tugged at the strings of george’s hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours. he broke the kiss, looking down at you with a smoldering gaze. without a word, he pulled the garment over his head, revealing a chest that was more defined than you’d ever imagined. your eyes roved over the planes of muscle, the smattering of dark hair that trailed down to his waistband. the sight of him half-bare was almost too much to handle.

meanwhile, arthur had been busy. his sweatshirt was off now, too, and you couldn’t help but compare the two of them. george’s body was broad and powerful, a testament to his previous years playing rugby. arthur’s was leaner, muscles honed from countless hours at the gym. the stark contrast was oddly erotic, and you felt your pulse quicken as you took in the sight of them both.

george reached for the bottom of your sweater, his eyes never leaving yours. with surprising gentleness, he lifted it over your head, revealing the white tank top you’d chosen to wear tonight. there was no bra underneath—you hadn’t expected the evening to go this way. the cool air of the apartment kissed your bare skin, causing your nipples to peak under the thin fabric. arthur’s gaze dropped to your chest, his eyes wide with surprise and hunger.

you felt a rush of vulnerability, but instead of backing away, you leaned into george’s touch, letting his hand glide down to the hem of your tank top. his fingers hovered there for a moment before dipping beneath the fabric, tracing the line of your ribcage. the touch was light, almost reverential, as if he couldn’t believe he had the right to explore your body like this. your breath hitched, and you arched into his hand, silently begging for more.

arthur’s hands slid down to your waist, deftly unbuttoning your jeans. the zipper whispered open, and you could feel the material loosen around your hips. his breath was warm against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "you're so fucking pretty," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. you shivered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

his hands grew bolder, cupping your ass as he pushed the jeans down your legs. you stepped out of them, kicking your sneakers off at the same time. your toes curled against the cool wooden floor as you felt the fabric slide away, leaving you in just your tank top and underwear. arthur’s eyes took in the sight of you, a soft groan escaping his lips. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, and you felt his erection against your back. the pressure grew as his hands roamed further, tracing the curve of your hips and sliding down to the edge of your panties.

george’s hand stilled, and he stepped back, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. his eyes smoldered with need, and you knew you’d never felt more desired in your life. with a gentle nudge, he led the two of you to his bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. the room was even darker than the living room, only illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights outside. the bed, unmade from earlier in the day, looked like a sea of rumpled sheets and blankets.

“go on the bed with him,” george said, his voice thick with desire. his hand slid from your neck to your wrist, guiding you towards the bed. your legs felt like jelly as you stumbled forward, arthur’s hand still on your waist, keeping you upright. you felt the mattress give under your weight, the cool fabric of the comforter sending a shiver down your spine.

george followed, his eyes never leaving yours. he climbed onto the bed, his body a shadow in the dim light. he moved closer, his hand brushing against arthur’s as they both reached for you. it was like you were in the center of their universe, the object of their desire. your heart raced, the thump of it echoing in your ears.

arthur’s mouth found yours again, eager and demanding. this time, george’s lips were there too, pressing against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. you gasped at the sensation, your eyes fluttering closed. your hands found their way to arthur’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as his tongue slid against yours. and then, george’s mouth was there, too, kissing you with a fierceness that stole your breath away.

you felt the bed shift as they repositioned themselves, george now on one side of you, arthur on the other. your tank top was lifted, cool air kissing your skin as it was pulled over your head. your breasts were exposed, and you felt their gazes on them, hungry and appreciative. arthur’s hand cupped one, his thumb flicking over the peak, while george’s mouth trailed a line of fire down your neck to your collarbone. the combination of their touches was dizzying, your body responding instinctively.

their kisses grew more insistent, and you found yourself eagerly returning them, your hands roaming over their bare chests. arthur’s skin was smooth and warm, the muscles beneath your fingertips firm and responsive. george’s chest was a landscape of stretch marks and dips, each one making you want him more. their mouths met yours in turn, one kiss deep and searching, the other quick and teasing, until the three of you were tangled in a web of desire.

you pulled back for a breath, the room spinning. your eyes fell on arthur and george, still lost in the passionate kiss. it was a sight that sent a jolt of electricity through you—your two best guy friends, kissing like it was the most natural thing in the world. the soft sounds of their lips meeting filled the air, punctuated by their heavy breathing.

you felt a pang of jealousy, a whine escaping your lips. "you two are hogging all the fun," you complained, a playful pout forming. george pulled away from arthur, his eyes flashing with amusement. "what's wrong, pet?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "not getting enough attention?"

before you could respond, his mouth was on yours again, his hand sliding down to cup your bare breast. your nipple tightened under his touch, and you moaned, arching into his hand. arthur took the opportunity to kiss along your jaw, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. your eyes rolled back in your head as the two of them worked together, each touch and kiss driving you closer to the edge.

you felt george’s hand move downward, slipping under the waistband of your underwear. his fingers found your wetness, and he groaned into your mouth. “fuck, you’re so wet for us,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. your cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire. you’d never felt so exposed, so wanted.

you whined again, a needy sound that seemed to spur them both on. arthur’s kisses grew more insistent, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh of your neck. his hand moved to the other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, and you bucked your hips against george’s hand.

george chuckled against your mouth, his thumb brushing over your clit through the fabric of your underwear. “not so fast, love,” he murmured. “let’s get you out of these, shall we?”

his hand tugged gently at the waistband of your panties, inching them down over your hips. the fabric whispered against your skin as it slid down your thighs, and you felt a rush of cool air against your most intimate parts. arthur’s eyes were glued to the show, his pupils blown wide. his hand stilled on your breast, his breaths coming in ragged pants.

once your underwear was gone, george’s fingers delved deeper, slipping inside your folds. your back arched off the bed as he touched you, the sensation overwhelming. arthur’s kisses grew more frantic, his hands roaming your body. you could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what was to come.

you reached for the button of arthur’s pants, eager to feel him the way he was feeling you. your trembling hands made quick work of the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down. his erection sprang free, thick and hot against your stomach. george’s eyes flicked down to watch, his own arousal palpable.

you took arthur’s length in your hand, marveling at the velvety skin. he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as you tentatively began to stroke him. your hand was small, but it fit around him perfectly. you watched his face, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back. it was like you were learning him, mapping out his reactions. with a gentle squeeze, you felt him pulse in your hand.

his precum had gathered at the tip, glistening in the faint light. without thinking, you smudged it with your thumb, spreading it over his head. "fuck," arthur groaned, his hips jerking forward. he was so close, you could feel it. "please," he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "please, i need more."

you gave him a wicked smile, enjoying the power you had over him. "patience," you murmured, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. your teeth grazed his skin, and you felt him shiver. your hand stilled for a moment, making him whine. "please," he said again, his voice strained.

you looked at george, seeking his approval, his eyes glinted with mischief in the dim light. "are you asking for my permission?" he said, his tone light and playful, but with an underlying seriousness. you bit your bottom lip, feeling a thrill at the thought of being in control of this situation. "yes," you whispered, your eyes flicking between the two of them.

george chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that sent warmth spreading through you. "you don't need to ask, love," he said, his hand stilling for a moment, "you're in charge here." his eyes held yours, a silent dare to push the boundaries of your comfort zone. "but remember, you can always say stop."

you nodded, your heart racing as you took arthur's cock in your hand again. his eyes rolled back, and he moaned as your strokes grew firmer, your rhythm steady. his breath grew ragged, and his hips began to rock into your hand. "yes," he hissed, his voice strained. "just like that."

george's eyes never left yours as he slid his fingers through your wetness. he found your clit, and you gasped as he began to circle it, matching the tempo of your hand on arthur. your eyes squeezed shut, the sensations becoming too much to handle.

arthur's hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer for a deeper kiss. his tongue danced with yours as you both lost yourself in the moment. you could feel him getting closer to climax, his hips bucking against your hand, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts against your lips.

you still your hand, watching the anticipation on his face as he waited for release. his eyes shot open, searching yours, and you smirked, feeling a thrill of power. "not yet," you murmur against his mouth, and he lets out a frustrated groan, his hand moving to grip your hair.

you break the kiss, turning your attention to george. with a boldness that surprised even yourself, you grab his wrist and pull his hand to your mouth. you suck on his fingers, one by one, your tongue swirling around each digit, tasting your own arousal. his eyes go wide, and he lets out a deep, throaty groan. the sound sends a fresh wave of desire crashing over you.

you look at him, your eyes hooded with lust. "you're still wearing too many clothes," you purr, your voice a sultry whisper that fills the air with a heady tension. arthur's hand stutters in your hair, his eyes flicking to george's half-dressed form.

george grins, a wolfish expression that makes your stomach flip. without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, the sound echoing in the quiet room. his zipper hisses as it's drawn down, the sound seeming to slice through the silence. you watch, your breath catching in your throat, as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down. his cock springs free, thick and proud, and you can't help the way your eyes widen at the sight of him.

he’s thicker than arthur, the head of his cock a dark, tempting shade of red. a bead of precum glistens at the tip, and your mouth waters at the thought of feeling him. his length isn’t quite the same as arthur’s, but there’s something about his girth that makes him seem so much more substantial. you can feel your pussy clench with anticipation, eager for the feel of him inside you.

his kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against yours, and his hand slides between your legs again. his fingers slip easily inside you, filling you up and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. you moan into his mouth, your body arching off the bed. his thumb circles your clit, and the pressure builds, your breath hitching in your throat.

arthur watches, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a frenzied energy. his eyes are dark with lust, his jaw tight with restraint. you can feel his eyes on you, devouring every move, every sound you make. he watches with rapt attention as george’s fingers move in and out of you, his hand slick with your arousal.

george’s kiss grows more urgent, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate tango. his fingers work their magic, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. your moans grow louder, and your hips buck against his hand. you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

but just as you’re about to tumble over, george pulls his hand away, leaving you gasping for more. you whine in protest, but his grip on your hips is firm, turning you over so that you’re on your stomach.

his hands are rough as they grip your hips, urging you up onto all fours. you look over your shoulder, eyes wide with anticipation, and see the hungry look in his eyes. you look ahead of you and your breath catches in your throat as you notice arthur's gaze, sitting at the headboard, his hand still moving in jerky strokes over his own erection. the sight of the two of them, so focused on you, sends a thrill down your spine.

without a word, arthur moves closer, his cock bobbing with the motion. you feel the tip of him brush against your lower lip, and you open your mouth instinctively. he groans, his hand guiding himself into you. the taste of him is faintly salty, the scent of his arousal filling your nostrils. your tongue darts out, eager to explore, and you feel him throb in response.

george’s hands are on your hips, his fingers digging in. with one swift thrust, he enters you from behind, the suddenness of it making you gag around arthur’s cock. your eyes water, but you don’t pull away. instead, you push back into him, eager for more. his grip tightens, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matches arthur’s thrusts. the sensation is overwhelming—being filled by one as you take another into your mouth.

arthur’s moans grow louder, his hips moving in time with george’s. you can feel the tension in his body as he nears his climax. your own pleasure builds, each thrust of george’s cock sending a fresh wave of desire crashing over you. your mouth moves over arthur, his taste filling your senses.

george’s hand finds its way to your clit, his thumb circling it in a torturously slow rhythm. you can feel yourself tightening around him, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. arthur’s moans become more desperate, his hand gripping the back of your head.

“you’re doing so well, poppet,” george whispers, his voice thick with lust. “so eager to take both of us, aren’t you?” his words are like a drug, sending a fresh rush of excitement through your veins.

his thrusts grow deeper, more demanding, his fingers playing your body like a finely-tuned instrument. you moan around arthur’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. he groans, his grip tightening in your hair. "fuck, you're going to make me cum," he pants, his voice strained.

george chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "that's it, love," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "just like that. let him feel how much you want it." his hand moves to your neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin as he teases, "are you going to swallow for him, poppet?"

his words only serve to spur you on, and with newfound determination, you hollow your cheeks and take arthur deeper. you feel him hit the back of your throat, and the sensation is both foreign and exhilarating. your eyes water, but you don't pull back. instead, you push through the urge to gag, eager to take all of him.

arthur's eyes squeeze shut, his head thrown back. "fuck, she's amazing," he gasps out, his voice tight with pleasure. george grunts in agreement, his strokes becoming more urgent. "so tight," he says, his voice strained. "you're so fucking tight, love."

the two of them talk about you as if you're nothing more than a toy to be used, their words a mix of praise and possession. "you love this, don't you?" arthur says, his eyes meeting george's over your body. "love having us both inside you."

george's reply is a gruff growl. "so fucking hot," he says, his thrusts growing more erratic. "look how eager she is for it." his hand squeezes your hip, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

you whine around arthur's cock, the sensation of george inside you and arthur in your mouth too much to handle. your body is a live wire, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through you. your own orgasm builds, the pressure coiling low in your stomach.

arthur’s strokes become erratic, his breath hitching. "i'm going to cum," he warns, his voice tight with need. you nod, your eyes locked on his, and you feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. his eyes never leave yours as he reaches his peak, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing in your mouth.

you feel the hot spurt of his release hit the back of your throat, and for a moment, you’re overwhelmed by the sensation. but you remember george’s words and swallow, taking all of arthur in. his moan echoes through the room, and his grip on your hair relaxes as he slumps back, panting. you pull away, licking your lips, feeling a sense of pride at your own bravery.

george’s eyes are on you, his expression a mix of admiration and pure, unadulterated lust. without warning, he pulls out, and you feel the sudden emptiness. but before you can miss him, his hand is on your chest, urging you up onto your knees. you comply, and he kneels behind you, his thighs pressing against the back of yours, his cock nudging your entrance again.

his murmurs grow more insistent, his breath hot against your ear. "you're so fucking beautiful," he says, his voice a low rumble. "so perfect, taking us both." he enters you again, his strokes fast and hard. your moans fall into tempo with his thrusts, the sound a symphony of pleasure that fills the room.

you look at arthur, his face a picture of bliss as he watches. his hand is still around his cock, stroking it lazily, his eyes never leaving the sight of you with george. "you're so good," george whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "so fucking good." the words are like a caress, and you find yourself pushing back into him, eager to feel him deeper.

suddenly, george’s hand wraps around your neck, his grip firm but not painful. it’s a dominance that sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. your eyes widen, but you don’t pull away. instead, you lean into it, the thrill of it all making your body respond in a way you never thought possible. his strokes become more erratic, his hips slapping against your ass as he drives into you.

the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter, until with a strangled cry, you squirt around his cock. the feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced—wet and warm, your pussy clenching around him in a way that makes his eyes roll back in his head. "fuck," he groans, his grip on your neck tightening for a moment before he relaxes it. "you're so fucking incredible."

his thrusts grow more frenzied, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. his hand moves from your neck to grip your hip, his other hand sliding around to tease your clit. you're lost in the sensation, your body moving instinctively, your hips rocking back to meet each of his thrusts. you can feel your orgasm approaching like a runaway train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

"please, george," you beg, the words barely audible through your moans. "cum inside me." his eyes flick to yours, his pupils blown wide with lust. the request seems to push him over the edge, and he groans, his strokes growing even deeper, more possessive. "you want it?" he pants, his voice rough with need.

you nod, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. "yes," you whine, your voice high and needy. "i want it." the words seem to echo through the room, setting something primal free in both of them.

george's eyes flash with something almost feral, and he slams into you one final time, his cock hitting your g-spot with a precision that makes your vision swim. your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it. his own follows closely, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he releases.

you collapse onto the bed, his weight comforting as he holds you close. arthur moves closer, his hand gentle as he strokes your hair. the three of you are a tangled mess of limbs and damp skin, panting in the aftermath of what just happened. the room smells like sex and sweat, a musky scent that fills your nostrils and makes your head swim.

"bloody hell," arthur says, his voice filled with awe. "that was…" he trails off, unable to find the words. george chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. "yeah," he agrees, his voice still thick with lust. "that was something else."

you can't help but smile, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction spread through you. the reality of what just happened begins to sink in, but there's no room for regret or doubt in this moment. you're surrounded by the warmth of your best friends, their arms a comforting embrace as you all try to catch your breath.

george pulls out of you with a groan, and you feel the stickiness between your legs. his cum leaks out of you, a testament to the intensity of what you've shared. arthur's hand trails down your spine, his touch tender. "are you okay?" he asks, his voice concerned.

you nod, still trying to catch your breath. "yeah," you murmur, a lazy smile playing on your lips. "i'm more than okay." the truth is, you're floating on a cloud of pleasure, your body still humming with aftershocks of your orgasm. "that was…" you trail off, unable to find the right words. "amazing," arthur supplies, his smile mirroring yours.

the three of you lie there, the silence comfortable, the air charged with a newfound intimacy. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, a strange mix of emotions swirling through you. but you don't want to ruin the moment with questions about what happens next. instead, you revel in the feeling of their skin against yours, the way arthur’s chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, and the gentle kisses george presses along your spine.

[ilovemattsstuff]

warnings: smut , oral (f receiving) , pet names , handcuffs

“hi baby” jake says walking up to you. “hiii my love how are you?” y/n says looking him up and down with a certain glint in her eye “i’m okay i have uhm something i need to talk to you about” he says obviously nervous

“okay..” y/n says with caution .

“i want to try these in the bedroom” and he pulls out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs.

y/n’s jaw drops shocked but also turned on. this has been her fantasy for the longest time but she’s been embarrassed to ask. without saying anything she drops her phone and starts pushing jake towards their bedroom.

“woah woah someone’s eager” but he doesn’t fight it she pushes him onto the bed. y/n smashes her lips on jake’s feeling so aroused it’s like a tsunami has taken over.

she climbs on his lap grinding her hips down as she does she takes her shirt off then his until their both completely naked.

“do it” she says like she cannot wait a second longer. “yes ma’am” jake says unlocking the handcuffs and putting them tightly around her wrists then locking them to the bedframe.

he starts to kiss down her body kissing her collarbone and her neck leaving hickeys all over. he sucks hard at her throbbing nipples and she moans louder than ever arching her back. he kisses her stomach then her thighs teasing just around where she wanted him the most.

“please daddy i want it i need it so bad”

jake is so turned on by the nickname he doesn’t think twice he starts to suck her clit violently and she’s arching off the bed “mmghhmh oh fuck” but before she can say another word he slips 2 of his long fingers inside her curling them upward “so wet all f’me be a good girl and cum for me”

she doesn’t need him to say another word her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks. he keeps riding her high sucking harder and pumping his fingers faster than ever “that was so fucking hot ma we’re definitely using them again” he says planting a warm kiss on her pussy.

this is my first ever smut please give me tips on what to do lmaooo ;))) i feel like i rushed this