#*banging hands on table* THROUPLE THROUPLE THROUPLE THROUPLE

[fighting-naturalist]

[teamchasezwrites]

For Your Eyes Only

Word Count: 10,444

Characters: Roman Reigns/OC/Damian Priest

Genre: Smut

Tags: Sexually Explicit Content, Throuple, Threesome(But One Isn’t There), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Filming of Said Sex, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Praise (But Not A Kink), Basically Porn Guys

Summary: Damian is feeling lonely on the overseas trip. Luckily his partners knew just how to help.

Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from. None. I just… enjoy!

The soft schnick of the door closing followed Damian into his hotel room. The hotel was nearly quiet in the late hour. The hum of the elevator running stragglers like him to their respective floors. The soft falls of someone walking in the room above him. The loud bang of a door from an inconsiderate patron. The rumbling of the ice machine further down and the clanging as someone filled a bucket.

He propped his suitcase along the wall next to the table. A quick roll of his shoulder had the black back pack falling down his arm until he slung it on the table. The first thing he did was open the front zippered compartment and withdraw his phone charger.

The room was dark, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make his way to the bedside table. The lamp housed an outlet as well as USB connectors. He used the outlet for his charger and plugged it in the same time as he twisted the knob on the lamp. The room filled with a yellowish glow.

Back at his backpack, he opened the main compartment and pulled out his headphones and the corresponding charger as well as his portable battery. He plugged them both into the outlet on the lamp at the table. Then he grabbed the two water bottles he swiped from catering. One went next to the bed and the other went into the small fridge sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door. A small coffee station sat on the counter above it. On the final riffle through, he made sure to once again check for his wallet and passport. He put eyes on them right before leaving the arena and he was never without his bag on the ride to the hotel, but he tended to get a little anal about that stuff on overseas trips. Losing his passport, while not catastrophic, would surely ruin the entire trip.

Moving the backpack out of the way, Damian lifted the suitcase from the floor and put it on the table. He slid the zipper all the way around before lifting the flap. His toiletry kit sat on top and he took it out along with a clean pair of briefs. At the house show tonight in Dortmund, he was in a fatal four way match with LA Knight, Drew McIntyre, and Shinuske Nakamura. A fun match but definitely left him feeling it. His muscles ached.

He flicked the bathroom light on, frowning at the loud exhaust fan that whirled to life. Nothing he could do. It was attached to the light itself. He turned the shower on; the knob all the way to the left. While the water heated he unzipped the toiletry kit and pulled out his shampoo and body wash. The bottles bigger than the normal travel sized options. Needed considered he would be gone for two weeks. He already hit Spain yesterday for Smackdown. Tonight and tomorrow were house shows in two different German cities. Then he had a few days off before needing to be in Italy for the next Smackdown which a couple tour stops in Northern Ireland and England came after. A few days off again before Smackdown in London. Then home.

Finally.

He quickly stripped his clothes; pulling off the black hoodie and jeans he put on after changing from his ring gear at the arena. He pulled the black hair tie from his hair allowing it to fall down to his shoulders. He used to wrestle with it down, but now it spent the majority of the time twisted up into a bun. As he climbed into the shower, he combed his hand through his hair. His fingers scratched at the scalp.

The hot water felt amazing and he let it pelt his body. The decent pressure pulverizing a particular hard muscle on his shoulder. He titled his head back his hands gripping his shoulders, tucked in tight and just allowed the water to cascade over him. Between the match tonight and the match he had with Shinuske yesterday on Smackdown where Drew interfered, he was feeling a little beat up.

Lingering a few minutes longer, Damian finished his shower and shoved the curtain back. He grabbed the folded towel from the rack above the toilet and held it to his face. He took a second to breath before he continued drying himself off. When he was mostly dry, he knotted the white cotton towel around his waist. At the mirror he swiped his hand through the condensation and turned the sink on. Riffling through his toiletry kit again, he grabbed his toothpaste and tooth brushed.

As he brushed his teeth with one hand, his other was reaching back into the kit in search of his deodorant. This time the container was travel sized considering they lasted awhile and normally he was only gone 2-3 days depending on the city. He also pulled out his contact case and contact solution.

When he was finished Damian leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. He took his contacts out and put them in the case with a squirt of solution. Then took the towel from his waist and scrubbed it over his head again catching the last water droplets hanging onto the strands. He wiped the towel over his chest before hanging it on the hook behind the door. Slipping his briefs on, he hit the light switch plunging the room into darkness.

And silence.

The exhaust fan mercifully silent.

He tossed his dirty clothes onto his suitcase and snatched his phone from the table and pulled his glasses from the front compartment of his backpack before heading to bed. He pulled the covers back. Before he slid between then, he took a long swig of water from the bottle he placed there earlier.

A sigh escaped as his back hit the sheets and he relaxed into the mattress. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before he picked up his phone. It was late, but not too late. Closing in on midnight so he wouldn’t scroll for too much longer. The show tomorrow was only a couple hours away. The scheduled bus wasn’t supposed to leave until mid morning. That was great because it meant he didn’t have to be up super early in the morning.

The first thing he did on his phone was check his messages. He responded to Rhea thumbing up her request to meet up for breakfast in the morning. His brother asked if he was available to attend the Yankees season opener in a couple weeks since he nabbed some last minute tickets. He had to decline knowing he was supposed to be in London the following day. His brother responded quickly and they tried to nail down a game he could attend but with it being WrestleMania season and him being on Smackdown now, it was rough. There was nothing like a Friday night game under the lights. Those were out for the foreseeable future.

Then there was a message from Wren. His girlfriend. Opening it up he saw she sent a cluster of images. The first was of her in the pool, her arms folded on the concrete side. Big sunglasses on her face. Even bigger floppy hat on her head. The next photo she was sitting in a bright yellow floatie. Legs hanging over the side. Her arms thrown up wide. The hat was gone but the sunglasses were still there. Then there she was laying in one of the white chaise lounge chairs. The picture crisp enough to see the water droplets clinging to her body. The navy blue one piece molded to her body. A shadow, in the shape of the photographer, was cast over her. The angle made the person look eight foot tall, but he knew better.

The final photo was of legs. They floated out over the water from a seated position on the top step. Feet ducked into the water to mid calf. Each perfectly shaped from hours of gym time. One pair a soft ivory that refused to tan even after spending years in the Florida sun. Thighs soft and womanly he knew wrapped around his waist so well. Looked so pretty sitting in his shoulders.

The other pair were a nice brown. Bronzed from birth that somehow deepened in the summer months. Thick calves distorted in the rippling water. Equally thick thighs though rough with corse dark hair. Those thighs a deep contrast to the soft ones they were nestled on either side of. Like the small pair, he knew exactly how they felt wrapped around his waist. How the thigh muscles rippled when his fingers were dug into them when they were on either side of his head.

Heat covered his body. It started at his cock which started to fill and spread outward. Down his legs which moved lazily feeling the arousal starting to take hold. Up his belly and over his chest which flushed red. Down his arms to his fingers which tingled. Up his neck over his face and into his hair which prickled. Then all back down again to his cock plumping beneath his briefs.

‘You’re playing dirty Pajarito. Turning me on like this when I’m all by myself.’

‘What you are talking about? I just sent photos of soaking up the sun today.’

Damian gave a low chuckle at the return text. ‘Don’t play innocent with me. You knew exactly what you were doing.’

‘You’re saying just a photo of me turns you on? I didn’t even send the naughty ones.’

Damian moaned softly thinking about the risqué photos that could have been taken. The pool offered complete privacy. No nosy neighbors for miles. His hand slithered down his body. His fingers trailing a light touch on his chest. He cupped his cock over the cotton briefs. His breath caught and he shifted listlessly.

‘Send me the naughty ones Pajarito.’

An image popped up on the text thread and he greedily tapped on it. He rolled his eyes. Wren stood in the pool in between the muscular thighs from the earlier photo. One hand gripping the thigh; her fingers curling inward as she hooked the meaty flesh. The other hand holding the stick of a popsicle. Her head turned to the side showing off the angled jaw and sleek neckline. The hollowed cheeks as the sweet frozen tweet disappeared between lips stretched thin. She knew exactly what she was doing with that photo. Teasing or not, it still had the same desired effect as his cock hardened. He wished he was pushing through those lips much like that popsicle. Had done so on many occasions sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water.

‘You’re a tease. Papi outta spank you.’

His hand dipped beneath his briefs. His cock hot to the touch as he wrapped a hand around his length. He hissed at the touch.

‘Daddy beat you to it.’

Damian groaned reading the message. His head tilted back and his eyes fell shut as the image appeared in his head. Wren draped over a hard lap. The corse hair on those muscular thighs tickling her nipples causing her body to tremble with need. Her ass positioned in the air. The skin pale. Her pink pussy peeking with each movement of her thighs as she sought to hold her body still. Her folds already slick with excitement. He could heard the smack echoing in the room as if he was there in person. The hitching of breathes. The soft moans. The ivory skin turning redder with each swat.

He pushed his briefs down far enough to free his cock and tossed the covers back. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as the cool air in the room met his heated body. His hand moved faster on his cock; tugging at his hard length. The ping of his phone caused his eyes to shoot open. He looked down at the black screen of his phone. Lost deep in his fantasy the phone timed out.

Damian slowed his movements on his cock, hoping the next message was even better than the last. He was slightly disappointed to see it just a text. No image.

‘Heading to dinner and the movies.’

‘You’re gonna leave me like this?’ He aimed his phone down his body and captured a photo of his hard cock.

‘Now who is being the tease? I outta have Daddy spank you. Showing me a picture of your hard cock and I’m not there to do anything about it.’

Now the image in his head morphed from Wren draped so exquisitely over hardened thighs to him. His cock hard and leaking; painting the thigh beneath him. One hand gripping the bed, the fingers of his other hand dug into the warm flesh of a knee on an effort to hold not only himself still but up. Ghostlike touches from fingers ran over his back and down over his ass. His hole puckering desperately, aching to be filled. The sharp sting of the swap and the flood of warmth crashing over his body.

His cock pulse in his hand at the memory. A tiny bead of come pearled on the slit. His thumb brushed through the come smearing it around the mushroom shaped head.

‘Check your email for a surprise. Heading out now. The waiter will probably be able to smell my cunt you got me dripping. Your cock is the only thing I want now.’

The text ended with the biting lip emoji, the blowing kiss one, and a red heart.

Damian wanted to beg her not to go. To send him a photo of her dripping cunt so he could imagine himself thrusting inside it or burying his tongue deep inside. His mouth watered at the thought. He wanted to beg her to call him. Just a quick call so he could hear her voice as she talked him through stroking his cock to completion. She mentioned an email… so maybe there was a photo in there… a short video of her fingers slipping through her folds and playing with her clit.

It was so much better.

The email came from Wren with the subject ‘For Your Eyes Only’ and had only a couple sentences in the body.

‘Just a little something to tide you over for the long nights alone. Know that we miss you every minute you’re gone.’

The attachment was password protected. When the screen came up he momentarily panicked until he remembered Wren used the same password for everything even after he got on her case not to. The prompt went away and the .mov file started to download. At completion he quickly tapped on it. The thumbnail was burry and gave no indication on what he was in for.

It probably wouldn’t have prepared him either way. When he pressed play, Wren showed up. Naked and spread out on their bed. He groaned and grabbed his cock as the video panned down her body. Her smiling face. The blush painted on her chest. Her nipples hard peaks begging for his lips and tongue. Down her belly where a tiny pale scar sat above her belly button indicating a long ago piercing. Lower still…

A sunflower sat on her lower hip, usually hidden by her panty line, from a spring break dare around the time the belly button held a piercing. He traced that tattooed flower many times with his tongue on his quest south. Nibbled at the sensitive skin. Sucked a bruising kiss into the colored skin.

He lazily worked his cock tugging slowly at the hardened length. Before he would done anything to come. To hear a simple breathily moan over the phone from Wren telling him to come. Would have tugged rapidly on his cock at a photo just like what he was seeing in the video until he exploded all over his chest. Now though…

Now he watching the video with rapid interest. The camera panned lower to the smooth mound. He remembered the one time she let him shave her. The soft delicate strokes he’d taken and the way he’d smoothed her folds carefully for each swipe of the razor. How he’d nearly been drunk from the scent of her arousal. The slick folds having less and less to do with the flowery shaving scream and more and more to do with the essence flowing from her. The way he wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream with the towel and buried his tongue deep inside when he was finished.

‘Spread those legs and let us see that pretty pussy of yours. Don’t be shy.’

A shiver ran down Damian’s body and he moaned softly. His cock pulsed in his hand as the low voice on the video sprinkled over him. The gentle command that carried a hint of authority. He watched as Wren parted her legs and the phone moved and zoomed in. The slick folds told Damian how aroused she was. He groaned when two perfectly manicured fingers slid into view. They rubbed down her clit and through her folds, teasing her opening.

‘That’s right. Touch yourself. Show Damian how wet you are.’

As Wren’s fingers worked her folds, Damian could see her hips shifting on the bed. Pressing up into her fingers and rocking back on the bed. The folds growing wetter. Her fingers now covered in a thin layer of her essence. They circled her clit and he heard her breath catch and watched her hips rock up.

‘You look so good spread out like this.’

‘I’d rather be spread out on your cock.’

Damian was in agreement. He wanted to crawl between her legs and run his cock through her folds covering him in her slick before he pressed inside to feel her muscles greedily clenching around him pulling him deeper.

‘Soon mi pajarito.’

Damian released a groan hearing the whispered Spanish. The term of endearment he called Wren. Pajarito. Baby bird.

‘Until then how about you coming down here and tasting my pussy. You know how much Damian likes dessert…’

The phone shifted and Damian watched as Wren lifted herself up on her elbows. A hand reached out and for a moment he thought it was coming through the phone to touch him. He shivered. That delicate hand though, dipped passed the phone and he could hear lewd sucking sounds as her fingers were drawn into a mouth. A whine passed his lips and he stroked his cock harder as he imagined those lips sucking something else. “Fuck,” he breathed.

‘You want to me eat that pretty pussy? Make you come all over my tongue?’

‘Yes,’ Wren hissed falling back on the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her. Her body moving languidly on the bed; already dancing to an erotic motion that had not yet begun.

‘You gotta hold the phone so Damian can see. You want Damian to see me eating this pussy right?’

‘Yes.’ The word fell from Wren’s lips once more in a hiss. The s sound dragging out. ‘I miss Damian.’

‘Me too Baby Girl.’

The phone moved and he had a close up of Wren’s face. Dark blue eyes filled with desire. The iris blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips swollen and puffy. Teeth sunk into the bottom lip and he groaned. He knew this position. If he was there he would be lifting a knee over her chest and shifting closer. He’d have his hand on his cock using it to guide him between those lips. Feeling her wet heat all around him. Feeling the vibrations of her moan as another tongue delved between her folds drawing pleasure.

Her pink tongue peeked from between those reddened lips and drew a line across the bottom, leaving a wet trail behind. He had to squeeze the base of his cock embarrassed at the thought of that one small movement nearly make him come.

The phone moved again. An echoed rustling came through the audio as fingers brushed over the microphone. He caught a quick view of the inside of the bedroom as the camera swiped along the outside wall catching the bright Florida sun coming through the sheer panels. Two low back chairs angled toward each other, a small table with a lamp on it between them. The chairs were used more for catching random clothes and a stray travel bag than sitting. Though there was one time…

His brain stuttered to a stop when the video stopped moving and the owner of the muscular thighs came into view.

Roman sat on his hunches at the end of their king sized bed gloriously naked. The position stretching his skin across those thighs. One small movement and Damian could see the ripple from his quad muscle. His large cock jutted up from between his thighs hard and heavy.

“Zoom in,” Damian begged forgetting he wasn’t watching live.

Wren didn’t listen but she did move the phone up Roman’s body.

Damian bit his lip and worked his cock harder as he stared at Roman’s cock backdropped by his belly: warm brown skin, soft lines and ridges hinting at abs that would appear with a little bit more discipline and a little bit less of Damian’s Oreo cheesecake. The phone trailed up; Roman’s cock leaving the screen in favor of his well defined pecks. The right pec covered entirely by his Samoan tribal tattoo. The bold black patterns spread over his pec, shoulder, and down his arm to his wrist. Those same geometrical shapes spanned the right side of his back following along his spine and along his rib cage until it tapered into a point right at his pant line.

Fuck he wanted to worship that body. Had done so on numerous occasions.

His tongue had traced those patterns many times. Starting at his neck and down feeling every vertebrae and rib as he traveled lower and lower still. Roman a moaning mess beneath him laying face down on the mattress. Soft kisses, little bites and nibbles until he reached that point. His hands griping either ass check as he pulled them apart revealing his delicious prize…

Damian’s eyes wanted to close against the state of euphoria building up in him. Come dripped from the head of his cock and down his shaft. His palm picked it up on the next stroke up and worked it into his skin with the motion of his hand. Fuck he was cooked. His body was acting like he hadn’t had sex in months instead of just three days ago. Spread out on that very same bed. His tongue buried deep inside Wren, her hand twisted in his hair while Roman’s cock was buried deep inside of him.

‘Fuck you have no right to be that hot…’

Wren’s voice brought him back. He focused on the phone again. Roman’s face on the screen. His hair pulled back into his signature bun and Damian’s fingers itched to pull the hair tie free allowing the dark locks to fall down to his shoulders. The smoldering look Roman was sending the phone softened at Wren’s words. His lips curved into a smile.

‘You better angle that phone down to your pussy Wren. Don’t want Damian to miss seeing me diving in.’

The phone shook and Damian imagined a shiver of anticipation coursing through Wren. The video moved and he followed the smooth skin of her belly to her mound.

‘I don’t think I can get the angle.’

‘I got it.’

Damian was moving once again as Roman took the phone and then he had an unfettered view of Wren’s pussy. Wide open and slick with heat. His mouth watered and he watched as Roman’s head dipped into view. Roman looked at the screen out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved into a sly grin and he winked.

Then Damian watched, raptured as Roman’s pink tongue slipped between his lips and licked a strip up the center of Wren’s cunt. His moan joined Wren’s and Roman’s.

‘Roman…’ Wren breathed her eyes falling shut. Her head tilted back, chin lifting toward the ceiling as her hips rocked lazily against Roman’s face.

‘Let me hear you. Let Damian hear you baby,’ Roman whispered. ‘You know he’s working his cock right now.’

Wren whined at the thought. Her mouth felt suspiciously empty. No weight on her tongue. No push and pull on her lips. Damian not there to feed her his cock while Roman ate her out. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets. Her breaths coming out in tiny gasps as Roman’s tongue worked her pussy. Stroking up and down the slit in a teasing manner. Circling her clit but never truly focusing on the sensitive nub. ‘God Roman…’ She angled her hips down to try and catch his tongue on her clit but he moved away. She cocked her hips up hoping he’d send his tongue deep inside her feeding himself straight from her core.

‘What do you need baby girl?’

‘You…’ Wren moaned. ‘Damian…’

‘Damian’s watching pretty girl. He’s staring at this pussy right now watching my tongue lick up everything you have to offer…’

“Fuck…” Damian moaned, his strokes steady on his cock as he watched transfixed at the video on his phone. Roman’s tongue with its teasing strokes. Wren’s stuttered movements trying desperately to get what she wanted. The soft breathy moans from Wren. Roman’s low, gravelly tone. Each sound resonating with his dick throbbing in his hand. The wetness shining on Wren’s pussy that he desperately needed to taste. If he ever was in a position to request a last meal, Wren’s pussy would be it. That and chasing Wren’s taste on Roman’s lips.

A whine fell from his lips and he closed his eyes imagining himself between Wren’s legs next to Roman. Each of them dueling for the taste of her. Him licking her clit. Roman’s stiffened tongue invading her hole. Their lips desperately meeting in a tangle of tongues as they exchanged her flavor. Each of their senses taken over by Wren. The taste of her. The smell of her.

A low moan from his phone brought him back to the video and he watched as Roman drew Wren’s clit into a mouth. He bit his lip and his skin tingled; charged with electricity.

‘He’s probably so jealous right now, wishing he was in between your legs…’

‘Roman please…’ Wren begged. ‘I need it so much.’ Her hands left the sheets and caressed across her belly. Her skin warmed with desire. Her hands drifted up to her breasts where her fingers kneaded the fleshy mounds. She moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples.

‘Look at our baby girl…’ Roman paused his work and lifted the phone to show Wren playing with her nipples. ‘She needs this so much.’

‘Yes,’ Wren gasped as a straight line of heat shot from her nipples to her core. Her pussy clenched practically begging to be filled. ‘I need you… I need Damian��’

‘What would you do if Damian was here right now?’ Roman asked.

His voice danced across her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. ‘Kiss that stupid crooked smirk of his off his face.’

Roman chuckled against her causing another shiver to course through her body. He couldn’t deny that tilt in Damian’s smile made him weak. He shifted and pressed two fingers deep inside her. Her pussy fluttered around him and it worked to greedily swallow him. He angled the phone better to show his fingers pressing in and out of her. He zoomed in to catch his slick covered fingers for the camera. ‘Baby girl was born to be in front of the camera…’

Damian moaned loudly and hoped whoever was on the other side of the wall couldn’t hear him. He watched Roman’s fingers push into Wren all the way to hilt and slowly withdraw leaving behind an almost translucent cream on his tan fingers. He wanted to take Roman’s fingers and draw them into his mouth. Wanted to suck and lick every inch until he swallowed all of Wren completely.

‘God yes,’ Wren drew out. Her finger left her nipples and she wished Damian was here to draw them into his mouth. Her hands fisted in the sheets again as her hips moved with Roman’s hand.

‘Do you wanna come for Damian? You wanna show Papi what a good girl you are?’

‘Yes,’ Wren moaned. Her body twisted and jerked as pleasure shot from deep within her; coiling deep within her belly. She felt out of control as the spasms worked her body. Her back arched off the bed; her fingers grabbing the pillow on either side of her head. Her knuckles turning white; wishing she was clenching Damian’s warm hands. Grounding her to the here and now while her nerve endings caught fire and threatened to toss her into the unknown.

“Come for me Wren,” Damian answered as if he was in the room with them. Sitting behind her with her leaning back against his chest as Roman worked between her legs. His lips on her neck and shoulder. His hands caressing her sides and belly; toying with her nipples as he whispered dirty words in her ear. Sometimes in English but mostly in Spanish.

He watched as her fingers came into view on the screen desperately trying to get to her clit which Roman was ignoring as he worked his fingers in and out of her.

‘No,’ Roman’s voice was firm as he knocked her hand away.

Damian shivered at the tone. More come dribbled from his cock. His cock hard and aching; throbbing with the need of release. His hand moved up and down, slapping at the base. The sound echoing through the room with his harsh breathing.

‘You let Daddy take care of you.’

‘Roman please. I need you.’

‘I gotchu baby girl,’ Roman curled his fingers and was rewarded when Wren let out a moan. ‘That’s it Wren baby… let me hear you. Let Papi hear how good Daddy is making you feel…’

Wren’s breath stuttered when Roman’s tongue swiped at her clit. It throbbed in succession of each clench of her pussy around Roman’s two fingers. ‘Oh God,’ she nearly sobbed as Roman was done teasing. His tongue worked in deliberate strokes working to wind her up further. The edge came closer and closer. No matter how hard she drug her feet she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to. It loomed in front of her.

Damian knew they were doing this the minute he got home. He was throwing the clothes out of that damn chair and so he could sit there stroking his cock while Roman ate her out. He was going to listen to her moans, sighs, and whimpers in the room. Listen to her beg to come. Listen to her beg for him to touch her. “Dios Mio,” he whispered as desire coiled deep in his belly. His body vibrated with tension. His hips rocking into his hand as he worked himself harder.

Roman doubled his efforts knowing how close Wren was to coming. He wished he could tug on his own cock but his hands were full. He glanced at the phone screen out of the corner of her mouth and a moan escaped. The vibrations causing Wren to whine in a whine pitched manner. He watched himself licking and sucking at her clit while two fingers worked in and out of her. His fingers shiny with her fluids. It was so hot. His cock pulsed thinking of Damian watching and he rocked his hips feeling the wetness on the sheets beneath him.

‘Fuck Roman… yes yes yes,’ Wren chanted. Her body coiled tighter and tighter as she rode the wave higher and higher. The string between here and now and euphoric bliss stretching thinner and thinner.

His tongue dipped down to her hole licking around his fingers. She moaned when his fingers left her only to be replaced by his tongue. The movements wicked as he impaled her. The sounds lewd and crude as he licked and sucked her. Then his fingers were deep inside her again and his tongue was licking over her clit, swollen and sensitive; sending a shockwave through her body at each swipe.

Then his fingers curled and he hit that spot deep within. Like a bungee cord pulling tight at the end of a jump, her body was flung off the ledge and she was falling. A wail was ripped from deep within her belly as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.

“No no no no,” Damian chanted but it was too late. His cock exploded shooting line after line of come all over his body. He moaned as each spurt of warmth hit his chest. He tapped the phone screen pausing the video and let his phone fall to the mattress.

Gasping deeply, his eyes clenched shut as his hand worked himself through the orgasm that hit him like a train once Wren’s cries filled the room and he saw her hips jerking as she tried to ride Roman’s face. God he knew exactly what that felt like. The jerking motions of her hips pressing into his mouth and nose. The tensing of her muscles in his hands as he held her in place so he could lick up every drop of her creamy essence. The dampness on his cheeks and chin. The tension slowly disappearing as she came back to earth; her body quivering and he slowed his licks from the hypersensitive swollen clit.

His own body quivered. His chest heaving as his lungs desperately sought oxygen. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Almost certain he was having a heart attack but he made no move to call for help. He would pass away right there with his dick in hand and come all over his chest. Once the EMT’s watched the video called up on his phone, they would understand.

When he was able to get his breathing under control and the tiny synapses firing in his body stopping being a pleasuring pain, Damian opened his eyes. His vision blurred before clearing. Looking down he saw the mess he made and pushed himself to a seated position. With his cock still in his hand, he walked into the bathroom where he wet a washcloth with hot water and cleaned himself up.

Back in bed with the blankets pulled to his waist, he grabbed his phone. It locked while he was in the bathroom, so he quickly entered his passcode and his breath caught see the paused image of Roman’s face in Wren’s cunt. His cock gave an interested bounce and he shifted as another wave of desire shot through him. Reaching beneath the blankets he lazily wrapped his fingers on his cock, still half hard. He kept the strokes light and easy. With his thumb he pressed the screen and the video began to play again.

‘You think Damian came?’

Roman chuckled as he cupped his chin and wiped his face with his hand. His fingers down one side, his thumb down the other. His beard was saturated. He groaned as he inhaled; her essence filling his nostrils. ‘Sweet girl I know he did. You came so beautifully. Your little moans and whimpers. Riding my face. Your body twisting and tensing. He probably came all over himself.’

‘I wish he’d come all over me,’ Wren stated. Her hands moved down her chest to her belly. Those light ghosting touches that caused her body to shiver and goosebumps to appear. She looked at Roman through hooded eyes. Her mouth dried seeing one hand wrapped around his cock. The phone still angled on her pussy, laid bare with her legs still spread open. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and her breath hitched. ‘Give me that…’

The picture distorted as the phone moved quickly not allowing any time for it to come into focus.

‘If he didn’t come yet then he’s going to once he sees you working your cock.’

The picture cleared and Roman’s cock was on the screen. The sight drew a moan from Damian’s throat. He watched as Roman’s hand worked his hard length up and down. The skin shifting with the motion. A bead of come appeared on the tip and Damian licked his lips wishing he was there to collect that salty drop with his tongue.

‘I’d rather you be working my cock. Give Damian a real show with my cock spreading those perfect little lips,’ Roman fell forward catching himself with one hand as he hovered over her. He let go of his cock and brought his hand up, this thumb brushing across her lips.

The phone once again distorted before focusing on a swatch of tan skin. Sounds of kissing came from the speaker. Lips smacking. Low moans. Tiny gasps. The lewd sound of spit as tongues met. He groaned. His cock completely hard again. He didn’t need to physically see the scene he could picture it in his head. A scene he’d seen plenty of times.

Roman laid out over Wren. Their bodies rocking together. His bronzed skin. Her ivory. His muscles rippling as he held himself up. Roman’s bun loose against his head. Random strands hanging down. Messed up from hands and fingers raking through. His. Wren’s. Their lips moving together. Mouths opening and tongues peeking out – meeting and then chasing into each other’s mouths. Each stroke drawing moans only to be swallowed by the other.

He’d watch until he couldn’t take it anymore and his hand would reach out; his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair messing it up even more. He’d tighten those fingers and force their kiss to break as he could turn Roman’s head toward him and crash their lips together.

The screen moved and Damian watched as bodies shifted. Then Roman was laying back on the bed. His legs parted to allow Wren in between them.

‘Fuck I can’t believe you’re mine,’ Wren said as she raked her eyes over him. His facial features were relaxed as he laid before her. Gone was the stoic, commanding man from inside the ring. His brown eyes were soft as he stared at her. His beard covered a chiseled jaw that would leave her skin red as he worked her body; a fleeting rash that went with the aching muscles.

‘You’re not just mine Wren,’ Roman reached out to entwine their fingers. ‘You’re ours. Mine and Damian’s.’

‘I’m gonna show Damian what I’d do to him if he was here,’ Wren’s eyes zeroed in on Roman’s cock. She moved the phone to one hand allowing the fingers of her right hand to dance lightly over Roman’s balls.

The touch caused his breath to catch and his legs to jerk. Tiny little zingers blasted out and down every single nerve ending in his body causing hairs on his leg to raise. The ghosting touch appeared again causing the same reaction and his lips parted in a small smile. ‘Now who is teasing…’

Wren hummed as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She felt it pulse in her hand. The movement drew a moan from Roman’s mouth. ‘I just like having you at my mercy like this… bring you to your knees.’

‘I’m further than my knees baby girl. Suck my cock Wren. Show Damian what he’s missing.’

Wren’s eyes flickered to the phone where it almost felt like an out of body experience as she watched her hand stroking Roman’s cock on the screen. ‘I kind of want you to fuck me.’

Roman groaned and rocked his hips up into her hand. ‘You get me close to the edge with your pretty little mouth and I will fuck you so hard and send us both over sweet girl.’

Holding his cock still, Wren leaned over and licked across the mushroom head. The saltiness of his come burst on her tongue. She flickered her eyes up to look at him through her lashes and saw his head tossed back and his eyes closed. His lips parted. She glanced at her reflection on the phone and winked as her tongue danced around the head before she drew it into her mouth sucking gently. Her tongue flicked over the little pucker of skin where his head met shaft.

Damian groaned as he watched Wren tease the head of Roman’s cock. He knew how that tongue felt on his own cock. His groan matched the one he heard being pulled from Roman’s lip at Wren’s ministrations. He wished he was laying next to Roman; Wren working his cock with her hand while she sucked on Roman’s before switching. Making sure to give equal treatment.

‘That’s it baby girl,’ Roman moaned. ‘Suck my cock.’ His breath hitched as she sunk down. He looked down seeing her cheeks hallowed out around his cock as it suctioned to the roof of her mouth. Her tongue worked the underside in teasing tickling short strokes to long blanketed strokes with her tongue curled up around it. ‘Your mouth feels so good.’

She continued to sink down, the head of his cock pushing toward the back of her mouth. Her lips met her hands and she squeezed. She looked toward the phone as she lifted up from Roman’s cock, leaving it wet with spit.

Damian moan came twofold. The sight of Roman’s cock shiny and wet coming from Wren’s mouth until only the head remained before she slowly lowered her head back down and the look Wren was sending him through the phone. Eyes darkened with an intense level of lust; conveying a strong need. There was a teasing glint – a spark - to them and an air of authority knowing she was in charge. Of not only him but Roman as well. Somehow, even though they were wrapped around Roman’s cock, her lips managed to hold a tiny smile.

God he wanted to kiss that smile off her face and draw a moan from her lips. He wanted to wrap his lips around the cock in her hand until his lips met her hand at the base. Feel it deep in his mouth as he struggled to breath around the girth.

‘That’s it, get it all wet Pajarito.’

Wren moaned around his cock. Warmth pooled at her center and she pressed her thighs together. An unfulfilled ache built in her body. She wanted to rip her mouth from Roman’s cock and sink her pussy down on it. Feel the stretch as she took him inside her. Her body quivered in anticipation.

Remembered the way Damian’s hands would roam her body when she was in this position. His calloused hands brushing over the soft skin on her back. Followed by wet open mouthed kisses as he hovered over her. He’d blow gently over the wetness he’d leave behind causing her to shiver. The way his hands would grip her hips, holding her steady as he’d push his cock inside her. The movements would be slow; making her feel every inch as he stretched her.

She moaned around Roman’s cock. ‘I wish Damian was here so he could fuck me while I’m sucking your cock.’

“God yes,” Damian’s hand ducked below his cock where he grazed his balls. The soft pouch already drawn up right against his body proving how close he was to coming again. A shiver worked through his body at his teasing touches. His cock bounced in the air. A bead of come appeared on the tip and he watched as it dribbled down the shaft in a slow roll.

Keeping his touches light, he ran his fingers up his body. Tiny little trembles like ripples in the water when fish would poke at the surface. A finger nail scratched over one of his nipples pulled taunt with arousal. He lifted his hand and licked his thumb and rubbed the now wet digit around his nipple as he watched Wren let drool fall from between her lips to catch on the head of Roman’s cock.

‘That’s it. Get it wet for Daddy.’

Roman’s voice was low full of sharp breathes as Wren brought pleasure to his body. Drawing out moans as her hand worked up and down Roman’s cock. The spot providing a better glide and smooth squelching sounds came through the phone.

‘I bet Damian wishes it was your hand on his cock right now.’

Wren dipped her head and licked at the tip. Flat swipes over the head; teasing his slit. ‘I bet he wishes it was your hand too…’ she murmured before sucking the tip back in her mouth as she applied more pressure with her hand. The stuttered breath caused her pussy to clench.

Wren’s. Roman’s. Both. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be right between them. All tangled limbs and gasping pleasure. Lips finding any bare skin they could to taste and mark. Hands touching everywhere leaving a fire in their wake. Bodies rocking together, breaths mingling.

‘God yes,’ Roman moaned at the thought. He reached down and cupped the side of Wren’s faces his fingers threading through her hair. The movement caused even more tendrils to fall from where she had it twisted up in a messy bun.

‘I bet you wish he was here right now ‘ Wren continued as she kept her movements steady. She leaned down and licked a stripe up his balls. ‘Sitting on your chest, feeding his cock to you right now. Taking his cock down your throat while I swallow yours.’

Roman gasped, his hands gripped the sheets as his hips rocked up into Wren’s mouth as she swallowed him all the way down. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat closed on his tip as she fought with her gag reflex. The tiny ministrations heaven. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped when she slowly pulled off.

‘Is that what you want Daddy?’ Wren swirled her tongue around his head, licking up the drop of come she pulled with the deep throat move. ‘Papi’s cock in your mouth. Heavy on your tongue. Tasting those little drops of come leaking from his slit…’

Roman whined at Wren’s words. The image bursting in his head behind his closed eyes. He could practically feel the weight of not only Damian’s cock on his tongue, but the weight of him on his chest as he sat with his knees on either side of him. His fingers tingled with the ghosting feeling of being dug into Damian’s ass helping him rock into his mouth.

‘Is that what you want Daddy? Papi’s cock?’ Wren lifted her hand and drew her index finger into her mouth. As she sucked on the digit, she stared at the phone. She winked as she withdrew her finger and trailed it down Roman’s balls and below to his puckered hole. She teased his hole feeling it fluttering against the pad of her finger. His legs widened offering better access.

Damian’s moan filled his hotel room as Roman’s hole centered on the screen. His hand tightened around his cock and he worked it furiously. Up and down in quick succession. He stopped only to spit in his hand before gripping it again. The glide easier. Come dribbled down from his head hearing Roman whine. He couldn’t see his head but he imagined Roman’s head was thrown back. His biceps bulging as his hands gripped the bedsheets. He watched the rocking of Roman’s hips as Wren teased his opening.

Their moans combined as Wren’s finger slipped inside that puckered hole. Damian bit his lip. His breath coming in tiny gasping whines as he watched her finger disappear one knuckle at a time. He knew how tight that channel was. How the burning heat felt clenching around him. “Fuck Wren…” he breathed watching her work her finger in and out in slow movements. He slowed his hand down to match her. The pace brutal like she knew exactly what she was doing.

The minx.

Roman’s body hummed with pleasure. He pressed his heels into the mattress to help push himself down on her finger. It was a little painful with the lack of lube that it added to the intense feeling. Warmth spread across him and he breathed heavily. He reached to grab his neglected cock and blinked in shock when his hand was knocked away. His body trembled when Wren’s finger slipped free.

‘Fuck me Roman…’ Wren sat up on her knees. ‘Please. I need you… I can’t…’

Roman was moving in a flash at the heady whine in Wren’s voice. He sat up and grabbed her face pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their noses collided and lips meshed. Teeth hit. It was messy. It was perfect. Tongues clashed; dueling with each other in quick desperate strokes. Moans filled the room as hands danced upon warm bodies. ‘Roll over,’ he panted as he broke the kiss and moved out of the way. He picked up the forgotten phone laying on the bed recording the ceiling. He grinned into the phone. ‘Sorry…’

He tapped the screen to turn the view of the phone around and panned over the bed in front of where he knelt to show Wren on her hands and knees. Her ass in the air offering up a view of her ass and pussy. He zoomed in on the sight and grabbed his cock with his free hand. ‘Look at our pretty girl, D… look at how wet she is…’

He let go of his cock and reached out pressed his thumb against her puckered hole. He groaned as it fluttered around his digit and he pressed watched as her body accept him. His cock bouncing hearing the hitch in her breath. Her head tossing back and her hands gripping the pillow. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed. ‘Baby girl wants both Daddy and Papi to take her…’

‘Yessss.’ Wren hissed. Her body clenched around the invasion. The sharp pain of the dry digit pulled against her. Her breaths came out in gasps. She pressed her forehead into the pillow and parted her thighs opening herself up to both Roman and Damian. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. She was drenched. Her pussy clenching rhythmically desperately pleading to be filled. ‘God I want you both,’ she moaned. ‘Need you both.’

Damian watched as Roman withdrew his thumb from Wren’s ass. He moaned with her knowing exactly what the sensation felt like. He shivered; one of those full body ones that seemed to electrify him. His breath then stuttered to a stop as Roman’s cock came into view. A hand wrapped around the hard length holding it steady as it slide through Wren’s folds. His cock was immediately covered, glistening with her creamy essence.

‘She’s practically dripping.’

His mouth watered and he wanted to suck Wren’s taste from Roman’s cock. He was transfixed as Roman’s cock finally lined up and slid inside. “Fuck,” he gasped as Roman’s cock completely disappeared. His hips coming to rest against Wren’s ass.

‘You ready to give Papi a show?’ Roman’s free hand dug into Wren’s hip. He shivered at the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around him. The tiny tremors started at his cock and traveled throughout his entire body before coming right back to his cock. He felt it pulse inside her.

‘Yes,’ Wren nearly cried, desperation filling her. ‘Please Roman. I need you.’

‘I got you pretty girl,’ Roman grazed his hand over her hip watching as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She started to rock against him and he swatted her ass.

Wren moaned at the sharp sting; her body trembling with need.

Damian moaned at the slap. The sound wrapping itself around his cock. He held his hand steady on his cock wanting to move with Roman; wanted to be there with her. Wanted to be laying beneath her trembling body with his cock deep inside her as Roman pressed into her ass. His cock pressing against his own cock inside her body.

Roman pulled all the way out leaving just the tip inside. The closeness of the camera picking up the slickness clinging to his smooth cock. Damian drew his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. He groaned watching Roman’s hips snap sending him deep inside Wren.

Then it was game on.

Roman set a torrid pace. His hips snapping against Wren’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. From his phone. From his own hand working his cock. Tiny grunts fell from Damian’s mouth as he stared at his phone. A mixture of need, lust, and want tangled up inside of him with a side of longing. Wishing he could be home with his partners right now. Wishing he was feeling hands running over his body. Fingers digging into his skin.

‘Fuck Wren,’ Roman groaned. His hand gripped her ass in a hard grip as he helped her thrust back on his cock even as he slammed forward. ‘The way you’re strangling my cock right now. Like you don’t want to let me go.’

‘I don’t,’ Wren moaned. ‘I need you. God I need you. Fuck my pussy Roman.’

Damian’s tightened his grip as he stroked his cock matching his pace. His hand was a poor imitation of the feeling of being inside Wren, but it was all he got. That and the memories of know what it felt like to slide inside of her. To feel her vice-like grip. The warm heat of her center. Her pussy clenching around him milking his cock. “Ah,” he moaned clenching his eyes shut as tension coiled deep in his belly. His breaths came out in gasps and his heart pounded in his chest. A tingling covered his entire body; little spurts of current zapping his nerve endings. It would hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

‘I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my come,’ Roman grunted. His entire body vibrated with a feeling that threatened to over power him. His body broke out in goosebumps. A layer of sweat covered his overheated body. ‘I’m gonna send my come deep inside this pussy. I’m gonna coat your womb with my seed. Oh fuck baby girl likes that…you’re clenching me so tight. Is that what you want baby girl? You want me to send my seed deep inside your womb…. You want me to get you pregnant?’

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ Wren cried. Roman’s words unlocked a deep hidden recess in her mind. The thought of Roman’s come attacking her womb and a baby growing inside of her. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she rocked back onto him faster. The thought made her feral. The game had changed. She didn’t just want to come. She needed to come. She needed Roman’s come inside of her more than she needed her next breath.

‘Is that want you want? You want me and Damian to pump you full of come? One right after the other, dumping load after load until you’re body does what it’s supposed to do? You wanna carry our baby?’

‘Oh God,’ Wren was nearly sobbing. ‘Oh God, fuck a baby into me. Please Roman. Oh God I can’t…I need you to give me a baby…’

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman breathed. His cock grew harder. Hips slamming into her ass. She yelped but he didn’t care. He let go of her hip and pressed a hand up her back her pushing her down on her elbows. His cock slid deeper. Wren released a high pitched whine and he felt the first spurt of come from his body.

“Wren,” Damian moaned, pumping his cock. He stared at the screen watching Roman slam into Wren’s pussy. The visual was there but his mind was caught on their voices. Roman promising to coat her womb. Wren begging for him to put a baby in her. The thought of Wren round with their child caused come to dribble down his shaft from his head. He worked it on his cock wishing he was there to shoot it deep inside Wren; to pushing into her swollen pussy right after Roman. Feel his hot come mixed with her creamy slick and send his own come to her womb.

‘Don’t stop… please… Roman,’ Wren gasped as the new angle made Roman hit her g-stop. Each press of his tip against the sensitive patch deep inside her sent shockwaves through her body. Her muscles clenched and tension built. ‘Almost there. Please… Roman… Damian… God... I need…’

‘Let Damian hear you baby. Let Papi know how good Daddy is making you feel… Papi can see how you’re such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock…’ Roman watched his movements through the phone screen – through the eyes of Damian – watching how his cock speared Wren’s swollen lips. Her white creamy essence clinging to his cock. The insides of her thighs wet as she flooded him with her heat. ‘You look so good on my cock. You were made for me. Made for us.’

He sucked his index and middle finger into his mouth soaking the digits with his saliva. Then he pressed them against her puckered opening. He groaned feeling it fluttering around him like it was trying to suck them in. ‘Take my fingers sweet girl. I know you can. You take our cocks all the time. Show Papi what a good girl you are. Imagine how good we’d make you feel if he was here right now. Me in your pussy. Damian in your ass…’ he broke off with a groan as his fingers breached Wren’s entrance. The tight ring clenching him so hard he could barely press forward. ‘Relax pretty girl,’ he breathed through gritted teeth. Wren was clenching him so hard. He wanted to pull out of her pussy and slip into her ass but the warm haven felt too good.

‘Roman… Damian..’ Wren let loose a loud moan as Roman’s fingers slid into her ass. ‘I need to come,’ she rocked back on Roman’s cock and fingers. A feeling of fullness rushed over her. The bite of pain morphed into pleasure and her body warmed.

‘Yes,’ Roman grunted as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass. ‘Come all over my cock pretty girl. Show Papi. You know he’s stroking his cock right now watching you being such a good girl. Come Wren.’

The second Wren’s scream flooded the speakers Damian’s cock erupted. Tiny moaning gasps flew from his mouth as his come shot all over his belly. His vision whited out and he clenched his eyes shut as his body fell apart. His body quivered and trembled like he’d been electrocuted and the electricity was still firing through his body. His hand kept working his cock until the final spurt of come dribbled over his knuckles. His hand fell lax around his softening cock and his body trembled again as an aftershock tore through him.

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman grunted feeling Wren’s body clench down on his as an orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hip. He slammed into her again and again. Over and over he sent him cock deep inside her. Her body trembling beneath him. Pressure rose inside of him and he tightened his fingers. ‘I’m gonna fill this pussy Wren.’

‘Please,’ Wren’s voice cracked, weak from the screams her orgasm took from her. ‘Come inside me Roman. Show Damian your come leaking from my body.’

Roman slammed into her again; hips slapping her ass like the crack of a whip. A roar tore from his lips from way down deep in his gut. His cock pulsed wildly inside her as rope after rope of his hot seed painted her womb like he promised to do. He whined feeling her clench as another tiny tremble coursed through her. ‘Wren…’ her name fell from his breath like a prayer and his head tilted back. He gasped desperately trying to draw oxygen into his deprived lungs.

He looked down and saw the phone had slipped; the angle showing the smooth skin of Wren’s ass. He adjusted the phone in his hand and his cock buried in her pussy was front and center again. He slowly pulled from her body. His cock coated. When he slipped free he moved the phone to show his come dribbling out and down over her pussy lips. He moaned and ran his fingers through it. He circled her clit, causing her body to jerk. She moaned as he gathered up his come and pushed it back inside her with two fingers.

Wren collapsed on the bed, her body giving out. Her legs kicked out behind her and she shivered feeling Roman’s lips against her skin. First on her ass cheek and then on the small of her back and up. Soft little kisses meant to calm and soothe.

Roman collapsed on the bed beside her after kissing her shoulder. She rolled to her side and snuggled against him. He adjusted so she was laying on his shoulder. His fingers danced lazily on his hip. He pressed a kiss to her head. His eyes flickered to the phone, still recording. He winked. ‘I hope you enjoyed that.’

‘I know I did,’ Wren murmured and tilted her head so she could see the phone. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home Damian. I hate that Roman gets to see you first in a few days,’ she pouted.

‘Maybe we’ll make you our own video.’ Roman grinned. ‘She likes that.’ He told the video feeling Wren tremble beside him.

The video ended with their goodbyes and Damian laid the phone done on the bed. He blew out a heavy breath as he sought to calm down. His chest still heaved but at least his heart wasn’t threatening to beat right out of it anymore. “Fuck,” he moaned. He hasn’t expected that to be waiting for him when he climbed into bed. The ending alone with Roman’s cock sliding in and out of Wren’s pussy would provide enough fodder for the next four nights while he was alone with only his hand for comfort. Come Thursday though, when Roman arrived…

Damian’s grin was practically predatory.

He couldn’t wait.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

*bangs hands on table* give me the alfie/willow/amber throuple content we deserve!!

[according2thelore]

Ls/es verse but with more Castiel pls!

We see in canon that over the years, sam dean and cas became good friends. Id like to see how the ES boys would react to the LS theyre simping for interacting with Cas

Like ES dean is pissed cos why is this random dude or whatever he is being given LS Sam's genuine soft ass smile

While ES sam is all jealous after hearing that LS dean and Cas have a profound bond

It would be funnier too if the ES boys think Cas togethet with them too and the possibility of being in a throuple with this dude is something they cant stand

hi, anon!

in one of my previous ES/LS verse posts, i mentioned how ES!Sam would be immediately and completely enamoured with cas because holy shit!!! an actual ANGEL!!!

sam is pretty religious in the first few seasons, and is genuinely excited to meet him in s4, so i'm sure now that cas is not calling him an abomination, it goes really well!

ES!Sam is giggling and twirling his hair and asking if castiel really has wings. castiel doesn't get impatient and explains enough angel lore for sam to go all nerd-wild, while leaving out important factoids so their future doesn't get upended. cas lifts the table over his head, with sam sitting on it. cas shows his wing outline through that grace-power-up he does. ES!Sam is enamoured.

and that luster lasts juuuuust until he overhears castiel ensuring ES!Dean that not to worry, while he and LS!Dean's bond is made more profound by the passage of time, he will not play favourites.

record scratch. very much "yup. that's me. you're probably wondering how i got into this situation."

LS!Sam&Dean call castiel "their best friend." ES!Sam finds LS!Dean and cas whispering to each other in the kitchen, standing close. like...brother close.

then, the nail in the coffin. dean calls cas a brother. ES!Sam is DEVASTATED. who the fuck is this guy?? some angel poser who thinks it's cool to what--STEAL BROTHERS???

now that he's seen it, he can't unsee it. cas stands uncomfortably close to LS!Dean and doesn't move away when LS!Sam comes into the room. he's flaunting it!! the hussy!!!

LS!Sam turns and asks for a book and cas is already holding it. LS!Sam laughs and thanks him, smiling softly, RIGHT IN FRONT OF LS!Dean????? are they cool with cheating?? what the fuck is going on??

ES!Dean, who has watched ES!Sam flutter and flounce and kick his merry little feet for a few weeks has been over cas since day dot. this little interloper has been collecting his brothers--oh fuck did he just think brothers, plural? no he meant brother, for sure, just the one, ES!Sam--for too long.

killing an angel will absolutely get you thrown into hell, though, right??

LS!Sam shakes his head and laughs loudly and his eyes go soft so fondly whenever cas does something fucking stupid, and ES!Dean wonders if slitting cas's throat would even work? does he need it to live?

LS!Sam puts a hand on cas's back to move him, and ES!Dean wonders if body slamming him off of the cliff-edge they're standing near would do any substantial damage.

now that ES!Sam is on his side, they whisper furiously to each other and glare whenever anyone steps into the room because it might be cas.

cas--this whole time--is thinking, "wow! a second set of winchesters without their most significant trauma. my friends. <3" and is just happy to see them so animated and alive.

it would be hilarious if ES!Sam&Dean are arguing over who let this guy into their relationship to become a throuple. ES!Sam is like "don't get up my ass about it mr 'profound bond'" and LS!Dean shoves him like "fuck off!!! if you weren't eye-banging him every two to three seconds he wouldn't've gotten the wrong idea!"

and when cas says something kind to ES!Sam later, ES!Sam is still stuck between oh shit!!! an angel just said i'm the best researcher he knows!!!! and oh shit 😡 the guy who puts his dick in dean's ass just said i'm good at something 😡😡😡 what the fuck do you know about it ass-stealer

so he just ends up kind of going :/ thanks :) i appreciate it >:(

and cas--whose facial expression reading success rate is 65% on a good day--says :) no problem! :)

they rock-paper-scissor over who gets to break up with him in the future. they hesitate because what if their future selves haven't broken up with him because he can smite them? or something? but they see him pick a leaf off of sam's hair and decide "fuck it. we're dumping him TONIGHT."

i love cas and i love this ask! thank you, anon! <3

-lizzy

[akirakirxaa]

WIP Wednesday Uh, Friday?

@bnuuywol tagged me for WIP Wednesday and now that I've been able to get my computer working again and rescue some files, I can finally share something! Tagging anyone who would like to do it, I think most of my usuals have already been tagged for it haha.

This was something I was dabbling with about the ancient polycule and how they got together, but I hit a hard roadblock of, well, I don't actually know how most throuples actually happen? I only know one personally irl and two of them had been married for years before they met their third. Anywho, I guess here's something silly that I might come back to sometime once I've done some research.

The door to the library flew open with enough force to bang against the walls on either side. A young woman stormed through, black robes rustling irritably about her. Her impossibly long, brilliant red hair swished through just before the doors closed behind her. The robed librarians behind the counter glanced up at her. Even around their masks she could sense the irritation on their faces, but as usual she didn’t really care. She spotted a familiar figure at a nearby table and headed straight for it, flopping down in a chair across from him with a dramatic groan, earning at least half a dozen shushes from nearby librarians. “Something troubling you?” The man gave a smile, adjusting his lavender hair out of his face as he looked up from the book in his hands. “Just someone in my class,” she grumbled, cheek planted on the table as she grumpily glared at a nearby shelf as though it had insulted her. “Someone who was being very annoying today.” The man chuckled and she pushed herself up, leaning slightly over the table as she moved her glare to him. “It’s not funny, Hythlodaeus!” she snapped, folding her arms and sitting back with a pout. He cleared his throat and purposefully made his face exaggeratedly serious. “Of course it isn’t, Persephone,” he soothed, and she bristled. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” “Ugh, just the usual.” Her lips pursed in a slight pout. His stern look cracked as he smirked. “What did Hades do this time?” he asked, barely restraining his snickers. She grit her teeth. “He just always acts like he knows so much more than everybody, and he talks to me like I’m five!” Persephone raged. Hythlodaeus looked at her for a long moment when she didn’t continue, and she relented to his wordless probing. “He was being downright rude to one of our classmates, so I challenged him to a contest of skills.” “Skills in…?” “…Spellcasting.” Just through the holes in his mask she could see Hythlodaeus’ eyes widen slightly. “I’m going to guess it didn’t go well then,” he closed his book and set it aside. “No, and he just had to go and gloat by pointing out all the things I did wrong. He’s infuriating and stupid and annoying and…” she groaned again and plopped, forehead first, back down on the table. “And…?” “And his stupid, annoying face has no right to be so pretty,” she grumbled into the wood, and Hythlodaeus chuckled into his hand. “Do you have a crush, Persephone?” he teased, and she lifted her head just enough to bang it back on the table. “No,” she snapped. “Why would I ever-“ “How about we go to dinner tonight?” Hythlodaeus asked. “My treat.” Persephone rolled her head so her cheek pressed to the table as she looked up at him. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes thoughtfully. “I have a lot of studying to do…” “Oh, come on!” Hythlodaeus reached out and grabbed her hand with both of his, looking at her pleadingly. “We haven’t spent time with each other outside of the academy in ages!” She hesitated for a few more moments, then grinned. “Alright.” Persephone pushed herself up, straightening her robes. “Sounds like fun!”

[sanjoongie]

Redlights

➸Pairings: Stray Kids, Bang Chan x Oc(sweetheart, baby girl) x Hyunjin

➸Genre: smut

➸Word Count: 3,611

➸Warnings: shibari (tied up with rope), praise kink, gag, pussy slapping, two doms and a sub, Sir/Daddy, slight mlm, choking, slight ddlg, mirror sex, nipple clamp, degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, throuple, dirty talk, nipple play, orgasms (m&f), cum play, aftercare

➸Rated: 18+

➸Summary: when Chan is in charge of tying me up like a rope bunny and Hyunjin is in charge of starting shit.

The mood was set: all the lights turned off except for the LED lights along the ceiling, set to the color red, and a few candles for ambiance and smell. Our big, four post bed was covered in black sheets. My boyfriends, Hyunjin and Chan, were still fully clothed, while I sported not a stitch of clothing. In fact, I had been tied up with red rope in the lovely artform of Shibari. My arms were folded properly behind my back and my legs were bent slightly so that the ropes around my ankles were connected to my back.

I whined and squirmed and whined again. The more I squirmed, the more I felt the ropes becoming tighter. And the more they felt tighter, the more I squirmed. There was a particularly convenient knot tied right in the vicinity of my clit and it had mercilessly taken me through at least two climaxes. I was dripping wet, it was practically pooling down my inner thighs. And I still had yet to have a dick inside of me.

"Why didn't we think to do this to her sooner?" Hyunjin said, flicking the tip of his index finger across one of my nipples. Considering how sensitive I was, I jerked at the contact and started rubbing the knot against me again. The ropes still felt too tight.

Bang Chan patted my head encouragingly. "You're doing so good." 

"She's doing--" Hyunjin flicked my other nipple, "Great!" His shit eating grin was enough to get my blood boiling.

I made a noise behind my gag that sounded very much like a shout directed at Hyunjin. Now, one would think Hyunjin would be rectifying the situation but it was Chan who took the rules very seriously.

"Was that shouting I heard?" He asked me directly. As soon as I nodded, he slapped my pussy so that the knot was driven into my raw and sensitive clit. It made my back bow and my mouth open in a silent cry.

"If I remove this gag, are you going to be a good baby girl and say you're sorry to Hyunjin?" 

I whimpered and Chan's face softened. He knew it wasn't fair. But if we didn't go by our own guidelines then the fun of this setup would evaporate. "Is it time for your safe word?"

Hyunjin dived in and intercepted. He quickly unbuckled the back of the gag and I took deep, even breaths upon its release. He pushed some hair behind my ear and said, "I'm sorry but you're such a fucking slut for me. Let's do it again."

"Sir!" I made my eyes water. Hyunjin was not getting away with this. I would not play his game. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Chan was kneeling across the bed to the pitcher of water and a glass on the bedside table. "She sounds too hoarse, she needs water."

"She doesn't sound sincere enough," Hyunjin persisted. "Don't you want my dick inside of you, Sweetheart?" His nickname for me never sounded like he meant it that way. He always said Sweetheart like he was saying Slut.

Chan tsked Hyunjin as he poured the water. "It's not her fault. You're the one that rubbed all that extra sensitive lube on her lower lips, clit and nipples. You're antagonizing her. Besides, we don't actually want to drive her to say her safe word. It's there to say when we've crossed the line."

"I want her to have to say her safe word, Chan." Hyunjin grinned. He leaned down to suck a hickey into my hip bone. "I want her to be absolutely wild for me. I want to torture her until my dick is the only relief she can handle."

Chan, like I said, was a stickler for rules. His hand went gently around Hyunjin's throat. "Hyunjin-ah," Chan sounded dangerous, "You're starting to piss me off right now."

Hyunjin giggled. "She should feel safe with you. That way I can terrify her. She fucking loves that."

Chan sighed, knowing full well Hyunjin was right. He went to release his hold on the younger man but Hyunjin stopped him with a hand over Chan's. He shook his head.

"Channie, can I have my water?" Without referring to Chan as Daddy and not saying please, I was bound to get his attention.

Chan's back got tense and his fingers may have tightened on Hyunjin's neck. "What did you just say?"

I had deliberately broken a rule to draw the attention off of Hyunjin but also to make a point. Chan was here so Hyunjin and I didn't go too far. Without someone with a more leveler head, Hyunjin and I were destined to crash and burn gloriously. 

"Can I please have my drink?" 

"Baby voice, you've lost grown up word privileges."  Ah, it was time for the degrading.

"Daddy, can I puh-lease have my water?" I said with a pout. 

Chan released Hyunjin and brought the glass up to my lips, tipping it back slowly. Hyunjin snuck up behind him and pushed the glass so that it splashed completely over my face. Chan caught it in time so that the entire glass of water didn’t ruin the bed but his eyes were burning embers now. “You’re really pushing your luck,” Chan growled.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “She’s fine, in fact, look at her.”

Both of my boyfriends turned their gaze upon me. I’d be lying if I said Hyunjin pushing Chan’s buttons and making Chan choke him hadn't turned me on. I don’t know what they saw in me but the two of them grinned simultaneously and it made me shiver. 

“What now?” Hyunjin wondered out loud, “I already used the feathers on her. She’s been spanked by you.”

I really tried hard not to pout. I had been good, up until the parts where Hyunjin antagonized me. I had been really really good. “Daddy--”

“Baby Girl, I don’t want to hurt you like Hyunjin has, so please do not dig yourself a deeper hole than the one you’ve already managed.”

I nodded, casting my eyes downwards, “Yes, Daddy.”

Chan studied me for a bit. “We could untie her.”

I tensed. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted someone to fuck me while I was tied up and helpless. I mentally begged Hyunjin to save the day.

“I don’t fucking think so.” Hyunjin chewed his lip angrily, thinking to himself. He glanced up and then smirked. “I’ve got it. Why don’t you fuck her while you’re under her and she can watch in the ceiling mirror.”

Chan cocked his head, “I don’t want to say no to that, but where does that leave you?”

Hyunjin chucked my chin with his index and thumb, “You wanna be a good little slut for your Daddy, don’t you Sweetheart? You wanna watch your pretty body strain as he fucks you from underneath right?”

I whined. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes down at me. I had earned myself a nipple clamp that seemed to come out of nowhere. “Try that again,” Hyunjin threatened. 

“Yes, Sir, I want Daddy to fuck me while I watch through the mirror.”

“And?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows to prompt me further.

“And…” I thought desperately for the right answer. “And I want you to gag me afterwards, please. Can you fuck me when Daddy is done and fill me with both your cum? Can he, Daddy?”

Chan groaned at the mental imagery of his cum dripping out of me, along with Hyunjin’s. “Shit, that’s not a bad idea, Baby Girl.”

Hyunjin leaned in to gift me with a scorching kiss for doing exactly what he wanted. He also removed the nipple clamp. "That's my filthy-minded girl."

"Sir, what are you going to do while Daddy fucks me?"

Hyunjin smiled, pleased that I was worried about him. "I'm going to watch, or did you forget how this whole thing started?"

I practically drooled at the memory. Hyunjin, the little pervert, had hid himself in Chan's closet to watch Chan fuck the ever living shit out of me. We only reserved the most rough sex for when Hyunjin said he'd be out of the apartment. But Hyunjin had somehow caught wind of this and set up the scenario. Hyunjin adored watching Chan dominate me and ruin me. What Hyunjin hadn't known at the time was that I had already been completely honest with Chan and had told him my attraction to his roommate who teased me mercilessly.

So the idea bloomed. Chan didn't hate the idea of sharing me with Hyunjin, Hyunjin was already turned on by the idea of Chan and I, and I wanted them both. Of course there were bouts of jealousy, fights and make up sex. But where we were now, it was good and healthy. 

"But Hyunjin," I broke character without meaning to. 

Hyunjin's eyes creased in another happy eye smile. "I promise, it's what I want."

I got a half hearted smack from Chan regardless. "Baby Girl," he warned me.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

Hyunjin held me, not being able to help himself by caressing my shoulder and telling me how soft I was, while Chan laid down in the center of the bed. Chan still had his see-through dark button down on and the black pants but he’d only pulled them down enough to let his cock spring free. Hyunjin then helped me maneuver so that my legs were on either side of Chan’s hips. The rope along my lower lips had to be pulled to the side so that Chan could get access to me but that only seemed to pull at the ropes some more, tightening them along my skin ever so slightly. I had to stare into Hyunjin’s amused eyes as he lowered me down on Chan. 

Finally, FINALLY, I was getting stuffed. Chan’s girth always seemed to push my limits, but it didn’t matter, I slid right down him with no effort. A groan escaped my lips once Chan bottomed out. “Don’t move,” Chan demanded from under me. He sounded a bit strained but I couldn’t turn around to look. His hands were under my back, keeping me elevated.

“God,” Hyunjin cursed. He backed up to the couch against the wall that was the perfect seat for him to view what we were up to. He sat back, his arms along the back of the couch and his legs spread out.

"Don't touch yourself, Hyunjin,” Chan said with a grunt.

“That’s not fair!” Hyunjin whined. Then he looked thoughtful, which was a dangerous combination. "Well then, I'll have to ask the equivalent as well: don't touch her while you fuck her."

“Fine,” Chan conceded bluntly. The support from my back left and I felt the strain trying to keep myself up. Chan began thrusting up into me and I soon forgot about everything but the feeling of his powerful hips slamming into me.

Hyunjin giggling had me snap my eyes open. He motioned with his eyes to look up. There was Chan, arms straight out both ways, fisting the sheets like they were his lifeline. His head was to the far side, his eyes screwed shut, face in full concentration mode.

"Hyung, looks like you're having a hard time not touching her." Hyunjin crossed an ankle over his knee, still leaning back. "You should see the way her back is arched. Her tits look so good this way. I bet they're the perfect handful--"

"Shut the fuck up, Hyunjin," Chan said through gritted teeth.

"Sweetheart, look at those neck tendons. Wow, he's having a hard time. Hey Chan, are you trying to think about bad things so you don't cum?"

My pussy clenched and Chan grunted at the sudden change. "Don't do that, Baby Girl."

"But Daddy," I managed to say between thrusts, "You have the best resistance of us all. You can handle that, right?"

Hyunjin uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, an elbow on each knee. "Oh, what is she doing with that sweet cunt of hers?" He said.

"Sir?" 

"What is it?"

"We never said that you couldn't touch me."

Hyunjin's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Smart sluts deserve rewards, I think."

Hyunjin climbed onto the bed on his knees until he was over Chan's head. I leaned back completely and let Hyunjin do his magic. He leaned over and started to just lathe at my nipples. His flat tongue ran again and again over me, hands gripping my boobs to hold them in place as Chan kept up his pace below me. The extra sensation to my body was enough to have me clenching again. 

“FUCK!” Chan yelled, suddenly grabbing my hips and tightening his pelvic muscles so that he could bounce me properly. Chan thrusted one last time, holding me tight, pumping his seed inside of me for all he was worth. I could hear Chan breathing heavily under me. I had yet to reach my climax. I had already came twice, so reaching a third was going to be a tall order.

Hyunjin smirked, “Does this mean I’ve won?”

“Hurry up and help her off me or everything I’ve spent inside of her will drip out,” Chan panted. 

Hyunjin helped pull me upwards so that Chan could ease himself out of me. Hyunjin had to cup me to keep Chan’s cum from spilling out of me. He smiled, with a hint of malice. “Look what we have here? Are you all full of Channie’s cum, Sweetheart?”

I nodded, swallowing loudly. Hyunjin always loved his game of cat and mouse. Hyunjin watched Chan clean himself up, his eyes getting darker. He pushed two fingers into me and I rocked against them, needing that stimulation. Hyunjin clucked his tongue at me. “Did I say you could move?”

“Sir!” I protested. I was at my limit, or near it anyways.

Hyunjin shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders. “I believe you asked for a gag. It’s time to put it back on you.”

Chan had just finished zipping up his pants and popped the button. “You want me to grab it?”

Chan should have known what he was about to get into but instead just grabbed the gag from the bedside table where Hyunjin had set it down.  Just in time to watch Hyunjin take his fingers out of me and insert them into his mouth. Both Chan and I’s jaws dropped at the sight. Whatever pushed Hyunjin to do that, I couldn’t quite decipher, but once Hyunjin finished sucking on his fingers, he chuckled. “Don't you like watching your cum drip out of her?”

Chan’s eyes drifted towards my lower half and he cursed when he saw that exact image. His eyes went back to Hyunjin. “What is your game here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin cocked his head, smile widening. “Why, I’m always here to cause chaos.”

Chan scratched the back of his head in frustration. “Just fuck her already.”

Hyunjin saluted smartly, “Yes, Daddy.”

Chan huffed and put the gag on me. “I don’t think you’re getting away so easily with this one, Baby Girl.”

I whimpered in acknowledgement. Chan sighed. “You remember your nonverbal signal, right?”

I nodded. If I couldn’t say my safe word, I was supposed to start humming ‘Livin on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi . I couldn’t use my hands to tap out right now because they were safely tied behind my back. Chan kissed me on my nose and then I was all Hyunjin’s.

Hyunjin gave me a little push and I was face-first into the sheets below me. I whimpered at the contact of the sheets against my nipples. The sheets weren’t rough by any standards but because of the abuse they had taken, and the lube, any contact like that was torture. 

Hyunjin dropped on top of me, holding himself up above me. I could feel the buttons from his shirt brushing my back as he leaned in to whisper to me. “I’ve got you hog tied and all to myself, Sweetheart. I can do whatever I want to you and you can’t do anything. This is right up your alley, isn’t it? A dream come true.” Hyunjin was right. Nothing got me hotter than not having control over my body. “I think next time I’m going to get the horse crop out. How cute would you look with little red marks all over your body between where the ropes are cutting into your sweet skin? Would you like that?”

I nodded again. Hyunjin really just enjoyed hearing himself talk but I didn’t hate it. I clenched and unclenched my fists. Hyunjin noticed and held one of my hands. “Are you sure these ropes are okay for her? Her hands are getting cold,” He accused Chan.

“Her hands are always cold,” Chan dismissed Hyunjin’s worry.

“I’ll be fast, okay, Sweetheart? As much as I want to torture you, I want to get out of these clothes and cuddle too. You’ll let me, right?” I nodded, getting tired and fussy. 

I couldn’t see anything but I could feel Hyunjin’s tip poking at my entrance. I started to wriggle. I really, really, really wanted something inside of me and to come finally. Chan hadn't been able to do it, but the build up had been really nice. I needed this or I was going to be pouting for a week that neither of them took care of me. 

“Such an eager little slut for me, aren’t you?” Hyunjin said, tongue in cheek. “Your Daddy can stretch you, but only your Sir can hit you deep inside hmmm?” He slid inside of me, moaning as some of Chan’s cum gushed out as my pussy made room for him. “You should see this, Sweetheart. I wish you could see my dick moving in and out of you. But instead I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are.”

Goosebumps dotted my skin. Hyunjin always knew exactly what to say. He worked himself inside of me, doing a bit of a figure eight to stretch me out a bit. I whined because I really wished I could see his hips working and that grin he always got when he was excited. Hyunjin held himself up with one hand, the other rubbing my arm reassuringly. “I’ll go quick, I know how impatient you can be.”

My whines evolved into cries as I felt my climax building once again. Hyunjin must have been biting down on his lip again because I couldn’t hear any of his vocal cues. My climax was curling tighter and tighter inside of me. Hyunjin was thrusting deep and hard and fast inside of me, hitting the end of me and it was adding to the pleasure. My tongue was working at the gag in my mouth, making a pool of water on the sheets below me. 

“Come with me, Sweetheart. Come with your Sir.” Upon that command, I was riding out pleasure that felt like it was too much. I saw white behind my eyelids and I cried out at max volume. It came on as waves, my pussy clenching and clenching down on Hyunjin’s cock. I cried each time it hit me. Hyunjin cried out as well, his voice going into that higher pitch that always indicated that he was in fucking heaven. He rode my climax as well, thrusting slowly and bending over to nuzzle the crook of my neck with his nose. “Thank you,” he said, low enough for only me to hear.

Chan moaned, “Oh fuck me.” He must have come over to see all the spunk squelching out of me.

I must have blacked out because when I woke up, the ropes were off, the gag was gone and Chan was massaging my arms, while Hyunjin was taking care of my legs. I went to speak but I had to clear my voice when I did and even then I sounded hoarse. 

Chan shook his head, “Don’t even try it. You’ll just make it worse. Does it hurt or do you just feel used?” I smiled tiredly and he let out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“I’d love to put you in the bath but I don’t think you’ll make it for that long,” Hyunjin pouted. “I cleaned you up at least. No one deserves to go to bed with cum drying on them.”

I shuddered. Even that thought was doing something for me. That put a tiny smile on Hyunjin’s face. “Okay, maybe you’d enjoy it but I want a squeaky clean girl to go to bed with me.”

Someone had put on me some short shorts and one of Chan’s old t-shirts that had worn away with time but always smelled of him. The only thing that was missing was me cuddling up to Chan, with Hyunjin at my back. “Bed?” I squeaked.

“I think you’re going to sleep for fourteen hours straight,” Chan teased, easily scooping me up to bring me closer to the pillows that were back on the bed.

“I’m beat,” Hyunjin said, covering a yawn with his mouth.

“You’re beat?” Chan chuckled, “What about our girl?”

“She’ll sleep for eight hours and then be asking for breakfast,” Hyunjin said with a slight sneer.

“Hyun!” I whined and he relented. “Fine, fine, less talking, more cuddling.”

At last we were in our regular scheduled puppy pile and I sighed contently. Chan kissed the crown of my head and it made my heart swell. Except the devil at my back had to get one last jib in. “Don’t dream about the horse whip, Sweetheart.”

Damn you, Hwang Hyunjin.