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beardysuits · 1 month ago

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Bulking Up pt 1

Ian, just the sight of him inspired conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to jealousy, to desire, to lust. Ian was the pretty boy of the office and the boss's favorite. He could literally do no wrong, and yet, I was probably the only one who knew what he was really like. See Ian and I went to college together and even participated in the same internship program. He and I also had to share the same job duties, schedule, and workload. Only Ian decided his time wasn't worth the work and decided it was up to me to do the work for both of us. Obviously initially I told him absolutely no way, but that all changed when he got some dirt on me.

Mr. Galveston was head of the law firm Ian and I worked at and if we were tasked with naming the first three words which came to mind when we though of him, it would be intimidating, big, and daddy. Despite running an entire firm and raising three kids, Mr. Galveston still seemed to have the time to run every morning and lift weights. It helped too that he was graced with the hairline of a 20-year old and the skin I'm sure he had to perform a ritual sacrifice to obtain. As you can imagine, I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, he was prime spank bank material! Unfortunately those late nights alone were not enough for me and my stupid horny brain.

I may have definitely broken some HR guidelines. One day we had a meeting where Mr. Galveston had praised my latest work and it ended with a "good job son". My cock immediately got hard and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as the meeting concluded, I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to pump one out. What I didn't realize is that Ian had followed me, peaked over the stall door and snapped a photo of me, hand gripping my cock and cumming all over the toilet bowl.

"Say cheese," he said to me. The cheeky bastard. I begged Ian not to tell anybody what I had done and he agreed, for a price. So, that was how I got stuck working later and later hours to get the work done for both of us, while Ian sat on his ass all day flirting with our female colleagues. And the worst part about it? If Ian in some weird twist of character told me to get on my knees and blow him, I would still say yes in a heartbeat. I mean, he was built like a god. 6 pack, veiny arms, pecs like an olympian. He was a fucking model and he knew it. Meanwhile there was me, pudgy, couldn't grow a beard to save my life, and just short enough for him to call me munchkin as he held his hand out for his work. I hated his guts.

It was a typical Tuesday night at the office and I had ordered myself a pizza, which I ate at my desk while wrapping up my work and about to start Ian's. I glanced at the clock. 6 PM. I should have been able to leave an hour ago, but got held up doing some data entry Ian was tasked with at noon. Now I still had a stack of papers for him to get started on. There was a rap of knuckles at front of my desk. I looked up to find Tabitha, the office kook. She was a nice enough woman, but she certainly didn't have too many people speak with her for a reason.

"Marty, what are you doing here so late?" she asked me. I swallowed my latest bite and cleared my throat.

"Just need to finish some things here and I'll be heading out. What about you?" I asked her. She sighed and twirled the medallion she always wore around her neck.

"Catching up from my vacation. Being gone a week lets things pile up. Oh, but what I wouldn't do to return to Europe in a second..." she droned on and on about her trip, which I had heard about three times already. But, she was also one of the few people to be genuinely kind to me, so I let her ramble while I set Ian's work aside.

"Oh and goodness! I almost forgot! How could I?" he said, startling me awake after I had zoned out. She pulled her purse forward and fished around in it before holding her closed hand out to me.

"I found this little beauty while I was out there. There's a small village out in the countryside which is said to be the ancient home of witches. I saw this and just thought of you," she said. She opened up her hand, and in her palm was... a rock.

It was a pretty rock, don't get me wrong. It shone and had shimmers of jade green crackling along it's flat surface. But again, it was a rock.

"Oh wow Tabitha that's... beautiful," I told her. She nodded, took my hand, and placed the rock in my palm.

"It's said to be a wishing stone. You hold it close to your heart, wish your deepest desire to it, and place it under your pillow. It's said those who are truly worth of their wish will have it come true."

I twirled the rock around in my hand before setting it on the desk.

"Thank you Tabitha, that's very sweet of you," I told her. I really was touched she thought so nicely of me.

"Well, make sure you have that wish be a good one. Maybe even get you out of here a little earlier next time," she said with a wink. "I have to go home to the cats though, you find your way out of here soon, okay?"

I waved her off as she went the door. I got back to Ian's paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. The stone kept catching my attention. It was like it caught the light at every angle and shone its shimmering green gaze back at me. About an hour later, I gave up and left Ian's work half done.

Once I was home, I slumped on the couch and turned on some TV. I couldn't even focus on the most mindless of shows though. Every thought came back to the stone. I fished it out of my pocket and turned it through my fingers. Wish on the stone and it would come true, yeah right....

I could see my reflection in the window next to the couch and sighed. My glasses were askew and somehow I didn't notice. I adjusted them and saw a pudgy little geek, still in his work suit, too tired to even take it off. I pushed at my belly, which for the past few weeks kept pushing harder and hard to get out of this tight button down shirt. Sighing, I looked at the stone. Why not?

I wish... I wish I could have what Ian has.

Of course that's where my mind went. Ian had it all. Looks, charm, and now a little nerd doing all of his work for him. My eyes became incredibly heavy and it was like I got hit with a tranquilizer. No surprise, working late hours had become the norm. My hand slumped behind the couch cushion and not a second later, I slumped off to sleep.

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The ringing of my phone fluttered my eyes open. I grumbled trying to find it in the depths of the couch cushions. Eventually I found it stuck deep in the back. I held it up and turned off my alarm I had set. 6 am, perfect time to be awake. I tried to open my phone through half closed eyes. It had facial recognition, but the stupid thing couldn't catch on to my face. I retired a few times before it prompted me to put in the passcode. I fumbled with it some before finally getting in, and going over some emails. I stumbled off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.

I had to find some Tylenol, I had a killer headache. I was just about to reach the bathroom when I felt something catch on my feet and force me down. I crashed to the ground and groaned. Fuck... what the fuck even happened? I turned around and saw my pants around my ankles. Or... wait what? I could see down my legs, which were half the size in girth, but twice the size in length. That's... a trick of the morning grog right?

I turned myself around to sit on the ground and looked my legs up and down. They were hairier than before, and the skin was taut with muscles spreading across the curvature of my calves. Holy shit what the fuck was going on? I panicked standing up, kicking off my pants in the process. Rushing to the bathroom, I threw the lights on and was met with Ian in the reflection!

Holy fuck!

I grabbed at my cheeks and pulled at them, which Ian mirrored perfectly in the reflection. Grabbing at my chest through the now oversized shirt, I patted myself, feeling a rock-hard torso in return. I gripped at the button and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the bathroom floor. I was met with Ian's muscles greeting me. Tracing my (Ian's?) fingers over them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Oh my god, I was Ian! Almost instinctively, my fingers rubbed over his nipples and I could feel the same shiver race down my body.

I looked down and found Ian's cock flopping, not even attempting to be contained my XXL underwear that was at least three sizes too big now. My hand was trembling as I slipped the boxers down and found his veiny cock fly almost wildly.

It had just as many veins as his arms did and was almost as thick as them it felt like. I took my new hands and gripped the shaft, it felt so natural to be holding on to it. Even a couple of strokes in and I found out that Ian was quick to precum. My new cock was instantly lathered up as I slicked it back and forth, each pump making his cock feel even girthier somehow.

I laid one of his hands down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself. Ian was hunched over, stroking his cock and smiling mischievously at me.

"Oh fuck daddy, that feels so good," I said without even thinking. "Ohhhh... FUCK Mr. Galveston, pound my tight hole!" I yelled. I thrusted myself back and forth, fantasizing about my boss bucking my hips as he plowed his thick daddy dick deep into Ian.

"Harder! Faster! That's right sir, breed meeeeee," I begged. I bit my lip and made Ian look back at my pathetically. Oh if I could only get Mr. Galveston to ACTUALLY fuck my new hole, make me his little bitch. I pumped harder and harder, fucking my new hand. I could feel the cum build until eventually climax hit.

I let go of my cock and moaned as loud as I could, feeling Ian's cock spray his delicious cum all over the bathroom. It was like a fire hose was set loose, letting streams spray around the room. Each bit hit harder than the last. Eventually I was left standing in the bathroom, breathing heavily and watching as Ian tried to stand up straight after spraying his essence everywhere.

Once I got control of myself again, I peered into the mirror and saw through the drips of cum, Ian's face elated. I couldn't help but smile at my new face and body, now ready to take on the world. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the cum which was beginning to run down the mirror's face. It tasted so fucking good, like pure masculinity was captured in a liquid state.

Watching Ian become my little lap dog at my bidding made me horny all over again. This was just me going solo, wait until I use my phone to download Grindr and see what fresh pieces of meat want a slice of Ian! Speaking of my phone, it started to rumble on the counter. I picked it up and my heart sank, it was Ian. I cleared my throat, trying to emulate my old voice before answering.

"Uhh.. he-hello?" I choked out.

"What did you do you son of a bitch?!" Pierced through the other line. I coughed again.

"Ian? What's going on?" I asked.

"Like you don't fucking know! What do you look like right now? Who the fuck are you?!"

I recognized the voice, it was mine! Oh shit, I didn't just become Ian, we swapped!

"Ian, I gotta come clean, I'm you," I told him. What was the point in hiding it?

"What. Did. You. DO!?" He screeched. Damn, was my voice always that high pitched? It was whiny and pathetic.

"First off, I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found myself like this. Secondly, calm down, we'll figure this out. Just... just get dressed and get to the office. We'll figure it out there, we need to act normal," I told him.

"Oh yeah fucking right! What the fuck am I supposed to wear? All I have here are my clothes and your fat fuck of a body sure as shit isn't going to fit in them!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," I said. "Listen, the sooner you get there, the sooner we figure this out. Better get dressed munchkin." Calling me by my old nickname felt empowering in some way. Before he could retaliate, I hung up the phone on him. Looking at myself back in the mirror and grinned back.

"Yeah, like I'd ever give this up," I said. But, I should probably get dressed and meet up with him. Looks like it's going to be a fun day. Now, let's see if I can find anything tight enough to show off this body.

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ifiguredyoudloveme · 3 months ago

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Book Boy

timothée chalamet x female!reader

summary: ever since timothée saw you at the store, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. once he finally sees you again walking down the street, he can't help but ask for your number.

warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw, sub!timmy, dom!reader, bondage, p in v, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, cum makeout (?), dirty talk, use of the word mommy

words: 3,198

a/n: i haven't posted in so long but timmy's look as marty sparked some very ungodly thoughts and i just had to write something. (this is far longer than i intended it to be.)

Timothée wanders into his favourite book store one rainy afternoon, searching for something romantic, and well...sexual. He feels like he's being spied on as he skims through the romance section, looking behind his shoulder as if anyone knows, or cares, what he's searching for.

Upon walking in he was greeted by the store owner – an older, chubby man with a large, grey moustache – and asked whether he needs help finding anything, to which Timothée replied, “Just browsing, thank you,” in a tone far higher pitched than he was going for.

He pulls out a book from the shelf and flips it around, skimming through the blurb on the back. His eyes widen, and he quickly hides it in his jacket. He nearly jumps out of his skin when a girl speaks over his shoulder.

“I've read that one,” she says in a friendly, innocent tone. “Oh, shit. Didn't mean to scare you,” she giggles.

Timothée turns around to face her, the book still hidden in his jacket. “What one?” He asks stupidly.

She giggles again, pointing at his jacket. “The book hidden in your jacket..?” She crosses her arms. “You're not planning on stealing that, are you?”

“Oh, this?” He says, pulling the book out. “Of course not.”

“Good,” she smiles, and turns her attention back to the shelves.

Timothée stands next to her awkwardly for a moment, swaying back and forth on his feet.

“Is it good?” He asks, voice cracking. He fakes a cough into the back of his hand.

She turns back to face him, her eyes looking into his with a glint of something he can't quite place. “I guess it depends what you're into.”

Timothée gulps. “Okay. I'll– I'll get it,” he croaks, before turning and walking back towards the front of the store. He places the book in front of the kind man and he gives Timothée a knowing smile before placing the book into a brown bag. He quickly hands the man some cash and rushes out of the store.

That night, Timothée lays on his bed, stomach down, and reads the book. The first page alone is a sex scene, and he's already humping his mattress. He can't help but imagine the woman in the story is the woman he saw in the bookstore and the man is himself.

The man gripped her breast lightly, so as not to hurt her, and teased at her soft clit with the tip of his tongue.

He imagines her reading this and his hips speed up.

She arched her back from the bed, the warmth from his mouth too much to bear. But only when his finger slid inside of her did her breathing halt and her body convulse, the eruption of orgasm flowing through her and out of her as a moan.

He cums, shaking, his face buried in the pages, the scent of aged paper filling his senses. He wonders if this is the exact copy she borrowed.

Out of it, he throws the book at the wall. The book itself is unarousing, he realises. Far too formal. He'll return it tomorrow.

Later, after cleaning himself up, he walks outside on the balcony of his apartment and lights a cigarette. Leaning on the railing, he watches the bustling street below, still erupting with life despite midnight.

That's when he sees her – in the same outfit, only with a jacket this time, wandering on the other side of the street. He immediately opens his mouth to call out for her but realises he doesn't even know her name.

So, he bolts inside, grabs his own jacket, and rushes out the door, making his way down the windy stairs and finally, into the night. He looks around frantically before spotting her again, turning right at the end of the street. He runs.

Once he's in front of her, walking backwards, he can hardly catch his breath. She looks at him with that same adorable smile.

“Book boy,” she says, pointing at him.

“Yep,” he responds, adjusting his glasses. “I saw you from my apartment and I—”

“Did you read the book?” She interrupts, that same glint in her eyes again.

Timothée gulps. “Uh, yeah. A little.”

She teases her bottom lip with her tongue, then stops walking. They stand still for a moment, facing each other, before she takes a step forward. She's so close to him he can feel her soft breaths against his face.

“Were you thinking about me when you did?”

Timothée's jaw goes slack. He can only nod. She smiles, then steps back. She fiddles through her purse for a pen, the takes Timothée's hand in hers and scribbles her number onto his palm, and under it, her name.

Then, she walks off into the night.

Timothée reaches out, goes to call her name, but decides against it. He turns, smiles, and walks back to his apartment.

In the morning, after writing her number and name from his palm onto a sticky note then drifting off to sleep, he immediately calls her number.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, chewing at his fingernails, he waits for her voice. The call connects after three rings and he almost drops his phone in nervousness.

“Hello?” she says politely.

“Uh, y/n? It’s me…” he’s about to say his name but realises she doesn’t know it, “...book boy.”

“Oh!” she exclaims. “You called.”

“Of course.” He stands and starts to pace around his room, a smile growing on his face. “I was, uh– I was wondering if you’d like to meet for coffee today. At noon.”

“That would be lovely,” she agrees. “I’ll come over to yours.”

“Oh, but I—”

“Shh,” she giggles. “I know where you live – don’t think I didn’t see you on your balcony.”

Timothée clears his throat. “Alright, that…that sounds good. I'm in number 106. However my apartment is quite small and in a mess—”

“So is mine,” she says.

“Okay, good,” he replies, cringing at his response. “So…noon?”

“I'll be there. Bye!”

The call ends and Timothée lets out a deep breath he didn't realise he was holding. He checks the clock on the wall. Eleven a.m., it reads. His heart jumps; he hadn't realised he'd woken up so late.

He rushes into the bathroom and runs the shower before grabbing his toothbrush and squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste onto it. He scrubs his teeth and hops into the shower, the warm water temporarily calming his nerves.

Leaning his head back, the water wets his hair and he scrubs a thick lather of shampoo into it. He smiles as he imagines his hands are hers, massaging his scalp, and he almost starts purring like a cat. He shakes his head and wrinkles his nose, embarrassed by himself, and takes his hands off his head in shame.

Once he's done, he dries his hair vigorously with a towel before sprinting into his closet and fetching his nicest suit. He pulls on his clothes and nearly trips while putting his pants on, then rushes into the bathroom to do something about his hair. It looks ridiculous, all spiked and wet, so he picks up a comb and combs it into a somewhat presentable style.

He places his hands on his hips and stares at himself in the mirror loathingly. The doorbell rings, and he nearly jumps out of his skin.

Breathing deeply, he steps out of the bathroom and walks to the front door. He lifts his hand to the handle, takes a deep breath, and opens the door.

All his nerves go away the moment he sees her, and all he can think about is how beautiful she looks. Her hair is tucked behind her ears with white hair clips, and she wears a beautiful silk light blue dress paired with white gloves and white heels.

“Wow,” is all Timothée can say, and y/n grins widely.

He moves out of the way for her and she steps inside, her heels clicking against the wooden floorboards. She looks around the place as he closes the door.

“It's lovely,” she says. “I expected piles of trash and inches of dust but this…” she runs her hand along his red sofa, “...is gorgeous.”

Timothée scratches his cheek. “Well, thank you, I– it's home,” he smiles. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” she says, sitting on the couch and crossing her legs. “I have three sugars with mine, if that’s alright. I have a sweet tooth.”

Timothée nods as he brews the espresso. “So do I,” he says flirtatiously. He has no idea where his sudden confidence has come from. Catching on, she blushes.

After he's made their coffee, he places them on the coffee table and sits beside her. Being so close to her zaps most of his confidence away, and he falls shy again.

She picks up the mug and takes a sip, moaning at the flavour. Timothée gulps. “This is great, thank you,” she smiles, before leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. He nearly has a heart attack.

“Are you going to drink yours?”

“No, I don't– I don't like coffee.”

She gives him a funny look and laughs. “So why'd you make yourself one?”

“I'm not sure,” he replies honestly, shrugging his shoulders. She laughs harder, and he laughs along with her.

Once they stop laughing, she places her coffee down and leans back, facing her body towards him.

“I like your glasses,” she says.

Timothée feels insecure at this. He's only ever been made fun of for them.

“Really? You'd be the first,” he says self-deprecatingly.

“What do you mean?” she asks genuinely. She reaches out and places her hand on the side of his face, lightly swiping her thumb under the thin metal. “They're very attractive.”

He bites his lip and looks at his lap. “You think so?”

“I do,” she replies sweetly, leaning back again.

She observes him once again. He feels exposed, as if she knows all of his secrets, as if she can read his mind. If she could, she'd know how desperately he wants to reach over and kiss her, run his hand over her smooth thighs…

…his cock begins to harden.

“You're drooling,” she says.

He chokes on his own spit and coughs into his arm. “Pardon?”

Laughing, she leans her elbow utop the back of the couch and rests her head in the palm of her hand. “You're not very good at hiding it, you know. You wear what you're thinking in your eyes.”

“Do I?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“Mhm,” she hums with a nod, picking up her mug. She looks into his eyes as she takes a slow sip, then places it down again.

Picking up his own mug, he attempts to repeat her actions but gags the second the lukewarm dirtmilk – as he calls it – hits his tongue. He shakes his head and wrinkles his nose, placing the mug back down. She laughs again, her hand gripping his shoulder.

They sit in a comfortable silence for a moment while she finishes her drink. Timothée can't help but look at her – her gorgeous face, the way the silk of her dress hugs her body, her smooth legs – and undress her with his eyes. He thinks back to the book that now lays on the floor of his bedroom and how, just last night, he was breathing into it in orgasm, thinking of her.

She places her mug down, empty, and as if on queue, says: “Where’s that book?”

Timothée shakes his head, stumbling out of his explicit thoughts. “Hm?”

“The book you bought yesterday. Where is it?”

“Oh, I– shall I get it?”

She nods, so he stands, striding to his room. He retrieves the book from the ground and inspects the mark that throwing it had left on the wall, before returning to the living room.

He hands the book to her quickly, shyly, and sits back down. He watches her as she pulls off her gloves and flips to a very specific page, twenty-three, and hands the book back to him.

Taking it from her curiously, his eyes meet the page and his heart immediately beats at a faster pace. He looks at her with wide eyes. She only smiles, innocent.

“Read it,” she whispers.

So he does.

“‘The woman—” he croaks. “‘The woman sunk down onto his cock. The tight– The tight soft walls of her cunt encased him wholly and he tried, through the ropes tight around his wrists, to reach out and touch. Muffled moans through the gag in his mouth signified something he had tried so desperately to shove away; that he was hers, but she was not his. Lust given into to the shame of God. A forbidden love. The—’”

Timothée's breathing quickens as she crawls over and straddles him, her soft lips against the side of his neck. He holds the book in his right hand and wraps his other around her waist, not taking his eyes off the page.

“‘The bondage rubbed against his skin painfully and he hoped that it left permanent marking, a reminder of this night, forever. Fuck God, he thought. What a horrible thing to think. He should be slapped. Smack! Her hand against his cheek as if she'd read his mind. What a rewarding thing to think.’”

Her lips connect to his and he drops the book. His eyes close. He drinks her in, his hands running up the back of her thighs, her ass, her back, pulling her dress up as he goes. Their lips part for only a moment as he pulls her dress over her head and onto the floor, then their tongues find each other again. She pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt, discarding them somewhere.

Before his hands can touch her skin again, she grabs onto his wrists and pins them over his head. She smiles against his mouth then pulls away, her hand falling from his wrists to his belt. Timothée makes sure he doesn't move his arms. She frees the belt and crawls off of his lap then instructs him to face away from her with his hands behind his back. He does so without a second thought, as if by nature.

After tying the belt around his wrists securely she asks him to sit back down, and of course, he does so immediately. It's as if he's in a trance, willing to do anything and everything for a woman he only just met. She could demand he lick the ground that she walks on and he would, happily, oblige.

As she gets on her knees in front of him and begins unbuttoning his pants, he stares at her like an obedient puppy, waiting for a treat. She grips the waistband and pulls them down. In his hurry, he'd forgotten to put any underwear on – she grins up at him, delighted.

A shuddery breath escapes his lungs and his fingers flex in their restraints as she grips the base of his cock and licks at the head, lapping up his sticky wetness. He's fully hard – painfully hard – and the tip of his cock is a deep reddish purple.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groans as she, without warning, swallows him down to the hilt. He leans his head back and his back arches and he wants, desperately, to free his hands and run them through her pretty hair. His forehead, neck, and chest are already glistening with sweat, his abs flexing and rippling as his tip repeatedly hits the back of her warm, wet throat.

The sounds of spit and soft gagging fill the room and he has to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from cumming. Spit dribbles down and coats his balls, pooling under them. He gets close, too close, and impulsively places his foot on her shoulder to nudge her away. She falls softly on her ass and his cock springs free with a pop, slapping lewdly against his stomach.

His muscles relax, and he feels like he can breathe again.

“Was it too much?” she asks, crawling onto the couch beside him, snuggling into his shoulder.

“‘m sorry, y/n,” he says quietly. He almost called her mommy. “I was so close.”

His brain feels mushy. He doesn't know what it is, but he likes it.

She connects her soft lips to his and wraps her hand lightly around his cock, stroking it up and down rhythmically. Their tongues dance together and Timothée moans in both arousal and contentment.

“Are you ready to feel my pussy, baby?” she asks after pulling away from his lips and standing, towering over him. He can only nod, unable to speak.

She reaches behind her back and unhooks her white lace bra, dropping it onto the floor. Her tits are perfect and plush and a line of spit trickles down Timothée's chin. He's actually drooling.

Then, she hooks her thumbs through the waistband of her panties – white and lacey like her bra – and pulls them down, stepping out of them. He stares at her pussy that's covered in a neat blanket of hair and whines, a somehow deeper hunger erupting through him.

“You like what you see?” she asks, smiling, and he nods quickly.

Straddling him again, she grabs his face and kisses him deeply. His cock throbs pathetically between them and she grabs it, sliding his length between the lips of her wet pussy.

He struggles in his restraints. “Please, I need—”

“You need what?”

“Need to feel you, please—”

With that, she sinks down onto his cock, his length filling her up like a hand in a glove, a perfect fit. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he bucks his hips upward without meaning to, letting out a desperate, guttural groan.

She rides him, her hands in his hair and her head thrown back in pleasure, the speed of her hips increasing by the second.

She leans down and kisses his lips repeatedly. “You're so fucking big, baby. So fucking big. Gonna make me cum. Gonna make mommy cum.”

The way she called herself mommy almost makes Timothée faint. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat and he doubts he can hold on for any longer, his orgasm being drawn closer and closer as her warmth tightens around him. He can almost see stars.

“Fuck, fuck! I'm cumming, I'm–”

She quickly climbs off of him and ends up on her knees again, jerking him off, his tip on her tongue. His vision goes black, his entire body tenses, and he releases, coating her tongue in sticky white mess.

Once he finishes, and before he knows what's happening, she connects their lips, swirling her tongue around his. His own tongue is now covered in his cum as they make out, exchanging a concoction of spit and release.

Their lips disconnect after a moment and she collapses onto his shoulder, their chests rising and falling. His own cum is dripping down his chin. He swallows.

“A forbidden love,” she whispers.

It's only one in the afternoon, and she doesn't even know his name.

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deeseelovez · 1 year ago

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dress

draco malfoy x slytherin!reader (can be read as any size or skin color)

Summary: you are wearing a short dress, and nobody can take their eyes off you, which makes your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, really jealous.

Warnings: smut. innocent! reader. possessive draco. daddy kink. dom!draco. jealous draco. they kind of start doing stuff in public that is very short-lived. thigh riding.

Slytherin's common room is bussing with music from the party; they celebrate the win against Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy had caught the golden snitch, and his girlfriend, Y/n, could not have been more proud of him.

"You have to wear this, Y/n/n," Pansy says, pulling out a dress.

It's short, a purple color, and it perfectly covered her curves. She was showing off her cleavage, and her ass looked incredible.

"Are you sure? It's a bit short?" She says, trying it put down.

"Trust me, Draco will go feral."

"Like a cat?"

"Just trust me, would ya?" Pansy smirks and zips up the dress for her.

Draco's already downstairs with his friend, he was chugging down a drink with Blaise and Theo with everyone else dancing around them.

"Whoa," Blaise says, his eyes set on the stairs, "Draco, look." She says pointing at Y/n who is looking around the room.

"Bloody hell," Theo whispers, looking her up and down, and Draco's eyes are wide as he stares at her in the dress.

Draco thought she looked beautiful, she is beautiful but as he looks beside him as his best mates were gawking at his girlfriend, he felt a very familar feeling creeping up his back.

"Love!" Y/n shouts going over to Draco; she wraps her arms around his neck as she does, and the dress hikes up, showing off the red lacy thong she had on, "You did so good at your game." She giggles.

"Thank ya, darling." He says, looking her up and down.

"Do ya like it?" She says, doing a twirl.

"You always look beautiful," He assures her; he moves his hands to pull the skirt down a little.

"I want to dance," She says, going to the dance floor with Pansy.

Pansy smiles and the two girls start dancing together, soon a pair of boys were dancing with them. Y/n thought nothing of it, thinking they were just being friendly. She danced with the boy who was named Marty, they were just innocently dancing until she felt his hands on her hips, moving them.

"Whoa," She says, moving away from him.

"What you've got a boyfriend?"

"As a matter of fact, she does." Draco says coming out of no where, it arm going around his girlfriend waist, protectively.

"Oh, sorry-"

"Just fuck off." Draco says, turning around facing his girlfriend. He had a stern look on his face, "Are you trying to get my attention?"

"I was just dancing when-"

"Trying to get me jealous? Wearing a short dress where I can see your ass, trying to get every guy in here hard?"

"What?" Y/n looks up at Draco, confusion in her eyes, "I didn't mean to do any of that." Her voice starts to whine, and her eyes look to the side, Draco put his fingers under her chin.

"Baby, no whining. You've got all my attention now." Draco says, leading her to the loveseat and they sit together.

"Daddy, am I in trouble?" She asks, she straddles him as she sits.

"Not if you do as I say." Y/n feels a shiver go down her spin as Draco's fingers played with the edge of her skirt.

"I'll do anything, Drac. I want to be your good girl." She leans forward and whispers into his ear.

"Everyone thinks you're so innocent," Draco says, he moves to where her crotch was connecting to his thigh, "I'm the only one knows how much of a dirty slut you are."

"Only for you," She says, Draco's hands start to slightly move her hips.

"Then be a good dirty slut, and cum on my thigh-"

"Daddy there are peo-"

"Call it your punishment then for wearing such a little skirt."

"You make feel good-" She whimpers

"Nobody else can make you feel this way-" The touch feeling of his pants and soft fabric of her silk panties made a certain feeling go up her spine.

A moan comes from her mouth, "Quite, those noises are for my ears only." He says looking at her with those pale blue eyes and she nods.

She moves her hips along with the slow rythem he was putting her in, and she could feel the delsious feeling of an orgam bubbling inside of her.

"I'm going to cum," She whispers, and Draco moves his thigh, and moves thigh up and down, "Oh, Merlin." She whispers and Draco heart the familiar high pitched noise but this time Y/n had closed her mouth leaving it muffled but he wanted to hear that sound over again, he wanted to hear it, he wanted everyone to hear it and for everyone to know it was him who made her make that noise.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. Let's get you into bed, baby."

"Please.' She says, as they go up the stairs ot the dorm, Draco stops her and pushes her againest the wall.

"You're going to be a good slave, tonight, right? Cum as many times as I want you too, maybe. then you'll remember that I own you, right?"

~~~

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The insults in the world ran out just before you got into the taxi. A friend invited you to a Secret Santa party where you didn’t know a single soul, hoping you’d finally break out of your shell and maybe meet someone to talk to or—who knows—maybe even date. You pulled on your usual outfit—a skirt and turtleneck—not bothering with makeup because, well, you didn’t really care about this party.

It was set to start at 8 pm, so 7:50 seemed like a good time to leave. Something was probably already happening by now. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about this, but maybe you could manage to stop looking so miserable and meet a guy, or at least make a new friend.

You hopped out of the taxi and, with hesitant steps, approached the doorbell. For a second, you thought about bailing and going back home. 8:20. Someone had to be here.

Ding dong.

"Who is it?" A guy’s voice boomed through the intercom.

"It’s the new girl from college. I’m here for the Secret Santa. Elijah invited me. Is this Marty’s house?"

"Yeah. Hang on."

A few seconds later, a good-looking guy holding a dog opens the door. You blinked, wondering if this guy was some kind of VIP for the night.

"Hey," he grins, stepping aside to let you in, and then quickly shuts the door behind you. "You’re the first one here."

You blink, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter. "Sorry… what?"

"Yeah, you’re the first. Everyone else is running a little late," he laughs, tying the dog’s leash to a chair at the kitchen island. "I’m Max, Marty’s brother."

"Hi, Max." You smile, offering your name as you step further inside.

A moment later, another guy walks in. You recognize him immediately—it’s Martin, the guy you’ve seen around campus with Elijah. He approaches you with a friendly handshake, and the two of you exchange introductions while sitting in one of the chairs that’s set up for the party.

"So... what do you do?" He asks, breaking the silence, his voice a little shy.

"College? Nursing," you reply, awkwardly folding your hands in your lap.

"Nice," he nods, eyes on the floor. "I’m doing engineering. Mechanical engineering."

"That’s really cool," you say, offering a small smile, noticing him light up at your response.

The doorbell rings, and you almost sigh with relief—it’s a welcome distraction from the awkward silence. A couple of people walk in, and among them, two familiar faces—Todd and Dave—enter together, greeting Marty with a hug.

You don’t know them well enough to call them best friends, but you like both of them, more than just friends. You’ve always pushed that feeling aside, though. It was impossible. They were both too ridiculously attractive in different, yet equally special ways. And your heart—well, it could make room for both of them. Yet, you felt way more than just sexual attraction for both. You really felt something romantic or even platonic. They awake more than a carnal-casual-primitive thing in you. It was almost maternal and evolved all kinds of love. You loved them. Maybe that's why you came here afterwards.

"You came! How’s it going?" Todd grins, heading over to give you a high-five. You stand up to hug him.

"I’m good. I’m just not really used to situations like this," you laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hey, Dave."

"Hey." He smiles at you, hands shoved into his pockets. You hug him back, a little shyly. You told yourself today would be the day you tried to be cool.

But two hours later, you were just scrolling through your phone, watching everyone chat and goof around. The energy in the room felt a little suffocating, so you decide to head to Marty’s room where a few guys are playing FIFA. The spot next to Todd on the couch is open—thank God.

"I’m sitting next to you, Todd," you say, trying to sound upbeat despite your frustration, plopping down on the couch with a pillow in your lap.

"Sure. Is it comfy?" Todd asks, shifting his body slightly to make more room for you, but instinctively, you move closer, forcing him to adjust and pull back into his spot.

"Ever played FIFA?" Dave asks, never looking away from the screen, his fingers flying over the controller.

"Yeah, but it’s been forever," you reply, watching the screen as Dave scores a goal. You laugh when you hear Andrew—one of the other guys—groan from across the room.

"Dude, you picked the worst team and you’re still winning. That’s cheating!" Andrew complains, tossing his controller onto the couch and storming out of the room.

"Andy, you’re such a sore loser," Marty laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I think the pizza’s here. Wanna go grab some?"

"Nah, man. I wanna keep playing," Dave says, scanning the screen for a new team.

"He’s only going because Erica’s downstairs," Todd teases.

"Erica and pepperoni? Heaven," Marty chuckles, heading out and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with the two guys.

"So, who did you get for Secret Santa?" Todd asks, and you glance at him, suddenly aware of how close your faces are.

"Wouldn’t that kind of ruin the surprise?" You reply, doing your best not to stare at his full lips and the dimples that appear when he smiles.

"Good point," he nods, turning back to the game as Dave continues to pick between Barcelona and Real Madrid. "Hey, you want something to eat?"

"Not right now. Save me a slice," Dave responds, smiling as he picks Barcelona, and the game kicks off, passing the controller to Todd.

"I’ve never seen you with curly hair," Todd says, glancing at you briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. "It’s pretty. I actually think it looks better this way."

"Really?" You ask, feeling your cheeks flush. "Thanks, Todd."

As you watch the two guys play, you start to realize why they’re so ridiculously attractive. They’re gorgeous. Smooth, charming, and don’t even get you started on their voices. You could die to hear one of those deep moans in your ear. Whatever. You could handle both of them at once. You were here to have fun, so why not just go for it?

"Why don’t we play something to get to know each other better?" Todd suddenly suggests, setting the controller down and turning his full attention to you.

"Sure. Sounds fun," you agree, flashing him a smile.

Dave sets his controller down and stands up, moving to the couch. Todd scoots over to make space for him, leaving you in the middle. He glances at you and adjusts his glasses, clearly a little nervous.

"What kind of game?" he asks, focusing on Todd, who pulls out his phone and shows you a website.

"Each person asks a question from the site," Todd explains. "But!" He pauses, looking between you two. "You gotta pick a number from 1 to 69, because each question’s got a number."

"Cool. So we pick a number, the question pops up, and we answer," you say, nodding as you accept the idea, earning a smile from him. "Does the question go to both of us?"

"Yep. Everybody answers," he confirms.

"What happens if I don’t wanna answer?" Dave asks, looking a little uncertain.

Todd thinks about it for a moment, but you jump in first. "You get punished. We’ll decide the punishment on the spot."

"Exactly," Todd grins. "Alright, your turn, Dave. Pick a number."

"Six," Dave says, and the virtual wheel spins before landing on the question.

What was your last kiss like?

"Man, what kind of site is this?" Dave blurts out, his eyes widening in surprise, clearly not expecting such a question.

"It’s a fun site, now answer the question," Todd teases, his lips curling into a smirk as he leans back slightly, almost casually, but you can see the spark of amusement in his eyes.

"It was good," Dave says quickly, looking over at Todd, who rolls his eyes dramatically, clearly not impressed with the answer.

"Details, man. C’mon, don’t be vague," Todd pushes, raising an eyebrow as he leans forward, his posture open, but the slight tension in his shoulders shows that he's watching Dave closely. "Look, my last kiss was with Samantha. It was kinda weird though. She had this odd habit of tugging on my shirt. She was pretty, but... there was no chemistry."

"O-okay..." Dave mutters, his cheeks tinged pink as he looks down at his hands. "My last kiss was with Lily. She smelled amazing and, uh... taught me french kiss," he admits, almost shyly.

"Aww, that’s cute, Dave," you can’t help but say, your heart fluttering at how adorable he sounds. You can’t resist reaching over to pinch his cheeks, causing him to look at you in surprise. His expression softens, and you can see a slight blush creeping up his neck. "My last kiss was with Louis. He had no idea how to tease, just went straight for it, desperate for sex, you know. I got mad and stopped."

"That sucks," Todd says, his voice softer than before, as though he’s trying to comfort you. "Alright, my turn. 51," he says, grabbing his phone again. He glances at you quickly, and you catch the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you seeing anyone?" The question pops up on the screen, and Todd answers almost immediately, his gaze locking with yours for a beat too long.

"No," Todd responds quickly, almost too quickly, before he pauses, as if considering something. He shifts in his seat, the subtle shift of his weight towards you betraying the fact that he's not entirely indifferent. "Although, I am interested in someone."

"I’m not dating anyone," you reply, keeping your tone light, your eyes flicking toward Dave, who looks away shyly when he realizes you're waiting for his answer. "What about you, Dave?"

"No," he says, his voice quiet and soft, and when you look up at him, you notice his eyes are lingering just a little longer on yours. There's a softness there, a touch of something he doesn't quite say aloud, but it’s in the way he looks at you.

"My turn. 32," you say, your voice suddenly a little breathier as your heart beats a little faster. You feel the heat of both of their eyes on you.The question flashes on the screen.

What's your type?

You freeze for a second, your gaze bouncing nervously between the two of them, before settling on Dave. His voice is low and slightly hesitant when he speaks. "I like... smart and cute girls..."

"Aw, that’s sweet," you smile, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. He’s so sincere, it makes your stomach do flips.

"And curly hair," he adds, almost shyly, his eyes scanning your hair as if he's studying it. "I really like curly hair..." His voice trails off, and he meets your eyes again, waiting for your reaction, the warmth in his expression almost overwhelming.

"Oh... me too," you say softly, a little caught off guard by how intense his gaze has become. You swallow nervously, your smile turning a little weaker, and you reluctantly shift your eyes back to Todd, feeling a bit flustered. "What about you?"

"Shy, funny, a little awkward, teasing, likes games, curly hair... and dark skin, sun kissed like" Todd says, his voice a little deeper now, and he bites his lower lip as he speaks.

His gaze drops down to your lips for just a second, then flicks back to your eyes. There’s a vulnerability there, something unspoken but clear. He just described you, and the thought makes your heart race a little faster. Was he talking about you? It feels like it, and you try to brush it off, but it's hard to ignore.

"What’s your type?" Dave asks, a little more confident now, but there’s a hesitation in his posture, a slight shift of his weight as he moves just a little closer to you. His eyes are so intense, you can feel them on you even when you try to look away.

"Nerds," you say, trying to keep it casual, but it’s clear you’ve piqued their interest. Their eyes are suddenly a little brighter, more focused on you than before. You feel a little self-conscious, but also strangely empowered by their attention.

"Alright, next question," Todd says, his voice still light, but there's a small twitch in his smile. He doesn't break eye contact with you for a second before quickly glancing at Dave. "Dave, pick a number."

"25," Dave responds, inching closer to Todd, and you feel your heart rate pick up when Todd leans in, his shoulder grazing yours. You instinctively lean back just a little, but it’s hard to ignore the way the air shifts, the closeness between all of you becoming suddenly much more palpable.

"What's the sexier part of me? What a question," Todd laughs, though his voice is slightly more strained than before. He looks over at Dave, who’s blushing now, his face bright red as he stumbles over his words. "You wanna answer that?"

"Uhmm... can we change the question?" Dave asks, voice cracking slightly, clearly embarrassed but also trying to hide his nervousness.

"Your lips," you blurt out, without thinking, and as soon as the words leave, you realize how bold they sound. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, but you don’t take them back. You meet his gaze, and his eyes darken by a few shades, locking onto you with an intensity that makes you catch your breath.

He pauses for a long moment, his eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes. "I... I think your lips are... really nice too," he says, his voice soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to make the moment too real. "More than nice, actually. I like how... they seem painted in different colors. It's so pretty."

"Wow, Dave." You blush, tugging a hair strand behind your ear. "That was like, my biggest insecurity for a long time."

"It shouldn't be." He comforted, smiling gently. "It's one of the prettiest things in you."

"Your eyes," Todd interrupts, his voice low and steady as he gently touches your face, his fingers brushing the side of your cheek. Todd’s gaze is intent now, his fingers lingering on his skin for a fraction too long, and you notice the way Todd’s gaze flicks toward Dave for a split second, as if seeking your reaction and his too.

"Wasn’t that for me?" Dave chuckles awkwardly, the laughter fades when Todd flicks his middle finger at him, giving him a playful little gesture, before focusing back on the game.

"My turn. I’ll pick number 8," Todd says, spinning the wheel again. He’s trying to maintain his usual easy-going demeanor, but there’s a slight tension in his posture, as though he’s waiting for your reaction. "I’m changing the question."

"That's not fair!" you exclaim, grabbing the phone from his hand, and then you freeze when you see the question.

What do you want to do with the person next to you?

"What you… want to…do?" Dave echoes, his eyes locked on yours, searching for something unspoken in your gaze.

“I guess it's what you want to do with the person now?" Todd repeats, his voice low, pulling your attention toward him. His eyes shine with a mixture of amusement and something deeper—something harder to define.

A silence settles between you all, the exchange of glances like walking through a minefield. You aren’t sure where to look—at Todd’s intense, dark eyes or Dave’s soft, blue ones. Both are captivating, dangerous in their own way.

"Punishment," Todd breaks the tension, leaning in slightly, his proximity making your breath hitch. "I don’t think I wanna to answer that question."

"Why?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper, as Todd’s thumb grazes your cheek, your noses almost brushing.

"Because I prefer to show it," he answers, his breath warm against your skin, a tantalizing closeness you can’t ignore. "And I’m going to be punished for it."

"What if you're not...?" you murmur, biting your lip nervously, and his eyes close for a brief moment, his pulse quickening as if your words have struck something inside him.

"I won’t be able to stop," he whispers back, his voice almost a groan of restraint. But just as the air thickens, he pulls away, his attention shifting, his awareness of Dave’s presence behind you palpable. Dave is bright red, taking every detail on that beautiful mind.

"15," you suggest, desperate to change the atmosphere a little, watching as Todd spins the wheel again, still caught in the lingering tension.

The question appears: If you could bite me, where would you bite?

Your heart races, the weight of the question hanging in the air. You turn your attention to Dave, feeling his eyes on you, studying you with a quiet intensity. Slowly, he leans toward your neck, his gaze flickering down, but he doesn’t speak. The heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine.

"Punishment," he whispers, and then, without another word, he gently nibbles a small part of your neck, pulling back to study you. His eyes are filled with an expression you never expected from Dave—serious, daring, and a little too intense for your own comfort.

However, the moisture between your legs was already affecting your ability to think straight about what could happen if the people downstairs suddenly entered the party. You just wanted both of them. At the same time and now.

So, you approached Dave, looking at him through your eyelashes and nibbled on his lower lip, pulling it sensually and letting go looking straight into his blue orbs. Affected by the blood flowing down his body, Dave pulls you again, tangling his hands in your hair to engage you in a desperate, clumsy yet delicious kiss. Sweet. Moaning into the boy's lips when he touched his hands to your breasts, squeezing lightly.

Todd cleared his throat, and you reluctantly pulled away from Dave, adjusting yourself as you felt Todd's intense gaze on you. His chocolate eyes seemed even darker now, filled with something deeper. "Can I answer now?"

"Yeah," you reply, your breath a little uneven. You nervously swipe at the small trace left by Dave's lips, a lingering sensation that still stirs your thoughts.

Todd watches you carefully, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he leans in closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers softly. "Your nipple."

You purr with the answer and felt your body produce lubrication like crazy, as if you had never done that in your life. "Do you wanna show me?"

He laughs softly before getting closer to your lips and devouring them with a quick, intense, carnal kiss. Todd might not be as experienced, but he certainly made up for it with the way he devoured your lips with bites and hickeys down your neck and jaw and back to your mouth.

A little wet strand is shown when he breaks the kiss to move down with small kisses down your nipple already hardened, showing through the thin fabric of your bra. He looked at your face one last time as a question and you nodded, unable to speak due to the crazy intensity of the moment.

Todd reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. “Fuck.” He whispers when he sees your exposed skin covered by a simple bra, that he didn’t take off, just pulled it down to free your left breast, which made you shiver with the cold air touching them.

Laughing into your chest, he silences himself, grabbing it and sucking slowly, nibbling gently between his teeth, making your head fall back, leaning against the couch to enjoy the touch, where Dave wasted no time and kissed you fervently.

“Uhmm… Todd,” you moan when you feel his hand starting to trail squeezes in your inner thigh, getting closer to your soaked core. “Don't tease me, baby.”

“Please, say my name.” Dave whimpered, pouting his lips. "I mean... you're saying Todd's. I wanna hear mine too..."

“Oh, Dave. I can't hold myself when you do it.” You cooed, cupping his face with your right hand to kiss him once more while your left was busy ruffling Todd's hair, the boy already busy pressing the bulge on his jeans.

“Can I ask something crazy?” Todd lifted his head, you and Dave focused on him, dizzy by the moment. “What if we, you know… make out?”

“Damn, you're dirty, Todd.” You teased, leaning to bite his bottom lip again.

“You're the one between two guys here.” He shot back, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “I would say that you're the dirtiest of us both.”

"it'd be dirty if I said i want those guys inside me." You shot back and his only reaction was dropping his mouth, recovering for a second.

“You sure? How would we do this?” Dave inquired, his gaze on your beautiful dark nipples, where he cups on his hands with no hesitation, smiling when you mewl. “God, I'm in. I need to hear it more. Who will you choose first?”

“I can take you both.” You confess, biting your lip when they exchange looks before attacking your neck at the same time.

Dave’s sweet and passionate rhythm drives you crazy on your neck and breasts while Todd’s carnal and almost raw feels tucked his hand on your panties, caressing the aching wet clit while the other digged in the skin of your waist.

“Uhm… Todd…Dave… this is…so good.” You whine by the touch.

“Fuck, dude. I can't take it. Looks like porn,” Dave giggled, digging his fingers on your thigh to open your legs to them.

“Is it?” You tease, snaking your hands to press the on their bulges. Their hips move in unison against your hand, seeking more contact, all joining in an awkward, dirty, and lustful kiss.

“Boys, take off your clothes, I’m alone here.” You joke, and the two of them waste no time.

Todd pulls his raglan over his head, while Dave unbuttons his flannels, both of them lying awkwardly on the floor. A delicious view of bare chests, backs, and abs, delicious, masculine, yours. How could you choose? They’re perfect.

You get up from the bed, looking over your shoulder at the confused looks of the boys following you until you lie down on the bed and beckon them with your finger. They run, each to a different side of the bed. Dave to the left, Todd to the right. As you put your knee on the bed, you slap it.

“No, no pants.”

You command in a desirous tone, almost salivating when they undo their belts and unbutton their pants desperately, leaving them anywhere. Opening up to a wonderful view of underwear wet with pre-cum and a marked cock. Dave's gray boxers marked his entire large contour, Todd's black ones added an air of mystery that hid his entire enormous length.

“You too.” Dave murmurs, licking his lips in anticipation of your move.

“Why don't you come take them off, baby?” You offer, pressing your legs together to receive some relief from the teasing. He looks at Todd and obeys promptly, going around the bed to climb in the middle where you were, stopping on top of you.

Dave swallows hard, unzipping your skirt. You lift your hips to make it easier to remove, while he runs the fabric over your legs, ankles and finally, to the edge of the bed.

He licks his lips when he sees the soaked stain on your white panties, already transparent, from the wetness of your honey. “Can I… can I… lick it?”

“Sure, honey.” You nod, your chest aching with excitement for the next touch.

He looks you up and down before pushing the fabric down the same path as your skirt, opening his excited eyes to your dripping entrance. Dave leans over, supporting his body on his arms, positioning one of his knees on his strong shoulder. He lowers his head slowly, as if he still doesn’t believe it’s real. Proving the reality when his tongue traces a decisive path along your length, drawing a soft moan from your lips, which gave him the confidence to suck, lick and kiss your sensually affectionate intimacy.

You look at Todd who was forgotten in the corner, clutching his aching tent. “Come on, Todd. I want to… oh, fuck… make you feel good…”

He groaned, removing his boxers, showing off his thick member. You move your body to rest on your elbow, not letting go of Dave's touch. Todd sits next to you, positioning his body to make it easier for you to move against him, while you grab his cock with your hand, slowly jerking it off while licking the appetizing liquid from the tip.

“Fuck. You're so beautiful." He growls, alternating his gaze between Dave jerking off while you tremble beneath him and your mouth filled with his size. "Yes, keep going. It's so fucking good, princess."

He moves his hips, pushing deep into your throat and you roll your eyes, getting lost in how good that felt along with Dave's fingers entering you. He might be shy, but he certainly didn't waste time at this point.

You pull Todd's cock out to jerk it off, but he takes it from your hand and slaps it in your face, especially in your lips, smiling when you spit on it, wetting it even more as you take it in your hands again to put it in your mouth.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Todd asks, already moving his hips, cursing when you nodded moaning, speeding up the movement until you choked on his tip in your throat.

Dave stands up and you feel the emptiness of his fingers, which was soon filled with the boy's long tasty cock. Dave could be bigger, but Todd was definitely thick and would have difficulty entering you. Which made you yearn even more to feel him stretching you. But your thoughts went far when Dave didn't wait long for you to get used to it and slowly thrust.

"Ugh, this is so good, so good." He whimpers, increasing the pace, grabbing your leg that was on his shoulder to dig his fingers in. "m can't take it, m gonna cum so fucking fast."

Your eyes were in the back of your head, you were in heaven. How he filled you, went deep and came back, broke you and rebuilt you, pulled and pushed. Your eyes filled with tears, whimpering pathetically beneath the two who were the reason for your madness.

"Dave, fuck. More, I want more!" You let go of Todd's cock only to scream and go back to sucking him, gagging. You shiver as you feel the familiar sensation of falling to your stomach. You then collapse into muffled moans and screams, shaking in his strong hands.

"You gag like a whore." Todd groans, fastening his path to fuck himself in your mouth. "My little slut likes to feel my cock? You're so dirty, wanting both."

"Shit, I'm going to cum." Dave announces, pulling out a second too soon, spurting his hot liquid all over the bed. "Sorry, m sorry, oh god."

Your moans become a mess, muffled by Todd's cock, which quickly fills your mouth with strands of his white thick cum.

“Calm down, sweetie. There’s a little more…” he adds breathing, as the last jets are deposited in your mouth, which made you swallow with a little resistance.

You open your mouth, checking that you swallowed all his seed, before licking your lips. “Oh shit, this is so exciting. You’re so hot.” He complains, biting his lips.

“You’re hot.” You praise, seeing the boy smile shyly. “It tastes delicious, Todd.”

Dave sits up, rolling onto his side, followed by Todd, who does the same with a playful grin. They both lean against the grass, eyes wide and breathless, their chests rising and falling dramatically. The three of you are still grinning like fools, drenched in sweat, with your hearts racing from all the fun and craziness.

“What the hell was that?” Dave asks, breaking the silence with a laugh that sounds almost like a mix of disbelief and joy. His voice is still breathless, and it makes everyone burst out laughing.

“We’re crazy!” You say through giggles, your face flushed and your eyes sparkling with excitement. You quickly kiss Dave, and then Todd, before pulling them both close into a hug. They both lean their heads against your chest, feeling the warmth of your embrace.

"Sorry for calling you slut." Todd apologized, pouting.

"That's okay, I liked it." You confess, giggling.

Dave wraps his arm around your back, pulling you in tightly, his grip almost childlike as if he's trying to hold onto the moment. But Todd, with a little more grace, shifts, resting your head on his shoulder. His fingers run lightly through your sweaty hair, trying to fix it as if it’s not already a mess.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna face you guys tomorrow. I feel so embarrassed,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability, as if the weight of something uncertain presses down on you. You bite your lip and look down, your heartbeat still racing. "I'm usually not like this."

“Hey,” Todd says softly, his tone warm and reassuring, making you look up at him. His hand gently lifts your chin, and he meets your eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You like us, right?”

“Yeah…” you reply, your voice a little softer now, a shy smile tugging at your lips. You look at Todd, then at Dave, your heart racing in your chest. Dave leans in, giving you a tender kiss, his lips brushing yours with care, as if making sure you know how much he cares.

“We like you too,” Dave says, his voice a little more serious now, but still filled with affection. He sits up fully now, resting his chin in his hand as he looks at you. “We’ve liked you for a while, actually. We just, uh... rushed things a little bit…”

“And how we rushed,” you laugh, your voice a little teasing as you nudge Dave playfully with your shoulder. They both chuckle, clearly embarrassed but happy. “I like both of you, equally. I can’t choose. You both have a spot in my heart.”

“Truth be told,” Dave continues, his cheeks flushing slightly as he glances at Todd. “I like Todd too. Sorry.” He looks almost sheepish, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Aw, we’ve got ourselves a bisexual king here,” you joke, your laughter light and teasing as you reach out to kiss Dave’s forehead. You can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks when he gets flustered.

“Relax, man. I like you too. Just don’t expect too much from me, alright? I like pussy.” Todd teases, his grin wide and playful as he gives Dave a light shove. Dave rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m not bisexual, I just…” Dave starts, his voice unsure as he looks from you to Todd, his face turning a deeper shade of red.

“Stop explaining yourself,” Todd interrupts, his voice full of mischief as he leans in to plant a quick kiss on Dave’s cheeks. Dave wipes it away with the back of his hand, his face turning bright red as he chuckles awkwardly at Todd’s laughter. But soon, all three of you are laughing together, the tension breaking and the moment feeling lighthearted again.

“I love you guys,” you confess, holding both of them close, your voice thick with emotion. You pull them into a hug, squeezing them tight. “But I think we should get ready, because it’s probably time for Secret Santa.”

“Shit, you’re right,” Dave says, his eyes widening as he jumps to his feet, wiping the sweat off his forehead and adjusting his clothes. He fixes his hair in a hurry, still laughing as he glances back at the two of you. “We better clean up, huh?”

Soon, you’re all downstairs, looking around the room. No one seems to have noticed that the three of you were missing; everyone is either too busy dancing or pairing up for the gift exchange. You smile as you say Erica’s name, handing her the chocolate package she’s been raving about.

“Save a little for me, babe.” Martin pouted, hugging the girl that just giggled and landed a piece on his tongue.

Todd draws Dave’s name, and you can’t help but laugh at how embarrassed Dave looks as he accepts the small superhero action figure with a shy grin.

“T-thank you, dude.” He cooed, hugging Todd, but he is faster and lift his body a little in the air.

“You're welcome, honey.” He winks, and Dave says all the insults of the world before going back to his spot.

Then, a girl named Katie hands Todd a Spider-Man comic, his face lighting up with genuine joy. It’s exactly what he wanted. You smile, happy to see him so excited. As the party winds down, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. The night had turned out better than you ever imagined. Because, after everything, both Dave and Todd asked you to be their girlfriend. You came to the party hoping for one date, and somehow, you ended up with two. There’s no one luckier than you.

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