#i think hes angling for a foursome

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

if spocks not supposed to be gay what is the point of constantly cutting back to his cunty little jealous eyebrow raises over on the cuck bench while kirk waltzes with rayna?

[surielstea]

Desperate Males

1k celebration request!

Pairing: Poly!Batboys x Fem!Reader

Summary: Morrigan convinces Reader to indulge in her fantasies with the three winged Illyrians, the ones that the reader resents for the way they treat her home court, the hewn city.

Warnings: smut | minors dni | 18+ only | p in v | riding | mating press | multi-orgasm | dirty talk | foursome (f, m, m, m) | and probably a lot others

A. Note: Thank you my lovely Lex (@lexluvswriting) for helping me finish this because I was STRUGGLING but I’m happy with how it turned out in the end :)

8.1k words .. half of it’s smut, whoops.

Rita's was packed full of lusting fae and grinding figures, every single body in the pleasure hall was glistening with sweat beneath the dim lighting as they continued to rut against each other.

I was sat in the corner of the building, at a small booth I was sharing with Morrigan, gossiping about our relationship issues over a few too many glasses of wine.

Mor was one of the only people I could tolerate ever since Rhys dragged me out of the Court of Nightmares and to Velaris. I hadn't had much of a choice, the moment he found out I was his mate, he felt some form of entitlement to me, he was fortunate he wasn't ripping me away from anything special, less fortunate when he realized I held the mating bond with his two best friends as well. All three of them, sanctioned to me, a female who had no intention of ever accepting any of their bonds.

Mor was from the hewn city as well, born and raised in that wretched court. It made it easier to talk to her, she understood what I meant when I said it felt like I was living a lie, too good to be true and she knew what I meant when I tried to explain my fear of the ever-imposing threat that it'd be ripped out right from under me at any moment. No one could truly understand the way she could, and though my resentment towards the inner circle was much stronger than hers, she made an effort to relate and be there for me.

"So, how are the boys?" Mor grins suggestively before taking a sip from her drink. I groan, slumping into my seat as I think about the three very annoying males she was referring to.

"Desperate," I grumble and she chuckles into her glass.

"How so?" She smiles, leaning onto her hand propped up by her elbow. "Give me some examples," She urges.

I shake my head with an eye roll, saying, "I don't have any." She gives me an undefeated look, a raise of her brows telling me she was waiting for me to go on. "The stories are too long," I argue but she still remains unwavering.

"Good thing we've got time," She leans back in her seat, getting comfortable as if she was prepared to stay in the pleasure hall with me all night. "Start with Rhys."

Rhysand had a tendency of showing up to the house of wind unannounced, quite a lot. So much so that the male has probably been in this house more than his own. To be fair, he was the one paying for it so I suppose this was just as much his house as any of his other residences, but ever since I started living here his visits began to grow personal. I've only been residing in Velaris for a few months now but he still made it his mission to see me at least every other day. Each time he welcomed himself into the large house he'd have some sort of gift with him, tonight was no exception.

I didn't startle when I heard the front door open, and I barely even flinched when his baritone voice crooned from the direction of the couch as I entered the sitting room. He had his long legs stretched across the couch, his head tilted back against the armrest, and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Evening, darling," He drawls and I look at him with an indifferent expression.

"It's the middle of the night," I grumble, going into the kitchen and grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

"I knew you were awake," He intoned and I rolled my eyes, filling my glass up with cold water.

"I'm about to go to bed," I claim, approaching the sitting room to look at him. He angles his head to meet my gaze, a sloppy smirk on his lips.

"Can I join?" He bats his eyelashes dramatically and I debate splashing my freshly poured water into his face. I decide not to, instead silently turning on my heel and retreating down the hallway. He shuffles off the couch and follows right behind me but I pay him no mind. I push open my bedroom door, leaving it open for his entry, because even if he agitated me it'd be a lie to say I disliked his attention. I was a simple female, and making him chase me like this so successfully was amusing, if not a little cruel.

"I have a gift for you," He informs in a sing-song tune.

"When do you not?" I say, placing my water down onto my nightstand and crawling into my large bed, Rhys had insisted on the size when we went furniture shopping so it could fit his wings, I had ignored his foolish assumption that he would ever sleep in my bed, but let him buy me the most expensive mattress anyway.

He reaches into a pocket dimension and removes a flat, rectangular, velvet box, one made for holding tiaras.

"I don't want your money Rhys," I sigh, watching as he situated himself on my bed, his long legs on either side of my hips, encasing me as I practically sit in his lap. "It's not money," He puts a hand up, waving me off. "I don't want your jewels or crowns either," I huff as he places the velvet box directly in front of me.

"It's not— just open it, will you?" His eyes plead with me more than his words. I stifle a curse and pick the ornate box up. It was heavier than I had been expecting, my brows crease as I slowly tilt the lid open, revealing what was inside. It wasn't money or gems, or even a fancy tiara, but a sleek dagger.

The hilt was solid obsidian, embellished with gold detailing, so well crafted it almost felt wrong to be in my hands. Deep red rubies adorned the top of the hilt in a teardrop shape, pointing up to the blade that's been polished to an impossibly sharp edge, Illyrian steel based upon the rich color of the metal. It was utterly elegant, in such a lethally arresting way.

I take the dagger from its confining box, my touch is delicate as I admire it from all angles, the blade moves so fluidly like the steel morphed into liquid when moving through the air. "You like it?" Rhys' voice breaks me from my trance and I grip the hilt a little tighter, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.

"It's unlike anything I've seen before," I murmur, still entranced by its beauty and the way it moved. He smiled at that, proud of himself for finding a way to impress me.

"It's an heirloom," He confesses and my expression drops, looking up at him.

"I can't take this," I immediately say, attempting to shove the dagger back into his hands.

"Sure you can," He sighs. "I have no use for it, and I heard you have a collection of pretty blades," He says, leaning back on his palms and ignoring the way I was haphazardly thrusting the dagger toward him.

"No, Rhys," I declare and his ears perk at the use of his nickname, he's been only Rhysand specifically for the last few months. "I can't, you're only doing all of this because we're supposed to be mates," I say. "I'm not worthy of your gifts, you're just blinded by the effects of the bond,” I say but my explanation must’ve failed to reach his ears because his smile simply remains.

"Darling, I'm a powerful male, if I didn't want the mating bond to affect me I wouldn't let it," He says cockily and I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling at his pride. "I'm doing this, because I want to, it's that simple," He places his large hands on mine, closing my fingers around the dagger. "But, if you don't want it then—" He starts and I shake my head hurriedly. "No, no I do want it," I grip his hands tighter and his brows raise a fraction. "Perfect," His smile returns, but his hands don't let go of mine and maybe for a moment I let myself indulge in his comforting touch.

"And you're telling me the two of you didn't fuck after that?" Mor questioned, an appalled look on her face as I ended my story about the High Lord.

"He gave me a blade, it wasn't exactly getting me hot and bothered," I scoff and she smirks.

"He could've given you another blade," She murmured under her breath but it wasn't quiet enough for me to miss. "Mor!" I look at her with wide eyes but she only snickers.

"Okay, I'm not totally convinced you dislike him, but tell me about Cass," She urges and I deadpan.

"Are you going to make sex jokes again?" I raise an assuming brow.

"No promises," She croons. "Now tell me about him."

Cassian loved to strut around half-naked. His shirt was often absent when I was around. It was an obvious ploy to swoop me off my feet, to get me drooling over his more than impressive abdomen and his arms that could crush my head in. And perhaps I did drool over him in the solitude of my bedroom, but I'd never let him know that.

I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying my dinner when I nearly choked on my bite of food as Cassian strolled in, clad in nothing but pants and glistening in sweat from training. His hair was tied up in a messy bun that sat at the back of his head, a sword half the size of me slung over his shoulder in a sheath. I swallow my food with effort, my eyes unable to avert from every expanse of skin starting below his neck.

"Hey sweetheart," He says, kicking the front door shut. I snapped my gaze to his but the smirk on his face made it evident that he caught me staring. "Did you make dinner?" He asked, propping his sword up against the side of the counter. I didn’t make dinner, he knew that, because if I had I would be retroactively accepting the mating bond, he just wanted to put the idea in my head.

"Az did," I say through bites, the shadow singer beside me, silently reading a book, successfully not paying Cassian any mind unlike me.

"Is it any good or do you miss my cooking?" He asks with an amused smile, earning him a glare from the spymaster.

"It's delicious," I say, taking another large bite. I hadn't meant to indirectly compliment Azriel but he slightly smiled at my insult on Cassian, then returning to his reading.

The other male grumbled beneath his breath like a toddler throwing a fit as he made himself a plate that seemed more like a feast fit for a starving man, walking to the table and sitting down directly in front of me.

"You're not going to change?" I ask and he raises a brow and looks down at himself.

"Do you, want me to?" He said, slightly confused.

"Well, what if I started showing up to dinner shirtless?" I cross my arms with a scowl, Cassian's eyes light with amusement and Azriel begins to choke on his own air, muffling his coughs as he stuffed his face into his arms.

"I don't think we'd mind," Cassian winked at me and I looked down at my plate, silently cursing myself for walking right into that one.

"I just think it's bad table manners, is all," I murmur, leaning onto my hand as I roll my food over with my fork, playing with it aimlessly.

"If it has that much of an effect on you, I'll go change," He begins to stand and I whip my gaze up, staring at him with creased brows, not wanting him to think I was entirely bothered by it.

"It doesn't have an effect on me," I blurt out and a smirk curves his lips.

"Then I won't change," He sits back down.

"Fine," I say.

"Fine," He agrees.

Dinner went on a regularity from there, that was until I was clearly done with my food and I hadn't retreated to my room like usual, instead, I was far too distracted analyzing all the scars on Cassian's tanned skin, the ones that had stories behind them that I'd most likely never hear, the ones I would've never seen if he hadn't come home without a shirt.

His chest was on full display, rippling in muscle, a tight abdomen that would have me lying if I said my mouth wasn't watering when I stared at it for a moment too long. And gods, his arms made my thoughts wander beyond just arousal, it was more than a craving. My hands were practically shaking in my lap and I was just grateful they were beneath the table.

My eyes snag on a particular scar cutting across his ribs and up to his sternum, it must've been a mess of blood and gore when he got it, only for it to heal over as a simple line slightly darker than his skin tone, beautiful.

"I got it in a duel," Cassian said and I whipped my head up, locking eyes with him.

"What?" I say, my back ramrod straight, visibly embarrassed by the fact that I was just caught for staring so unabashedly.

"My scar," He places a hand over it, tracing two fingers down the raised skin with a practiced, rehearsed movement like he's down it thousands of times before. "It was from an angry husband, his wife neglected to mention she was married and he took some offense towards our, familiarity." He explained. "Insisted on a duel," He shrugged, and I blinked in slight shock.

"You, lost a duel?" I said like the idea was obscene. "Aren't you considered one of the best swordsmen on the continent?" I raised a brow and he shrugged.

"Seemed like the right thing to do," He flashed a charming smile that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before. "You're ridiculous," I said, standing up and grabbing my plate, walking into the kitchen to place my dishes in the sink. The Illyrian followed after me with his own plate, reaching over me and placing it in the basin beside mine.

I whirl around, which turned out to be admittedly a mistake. His bare chest was so close to my face that it was an effort to crane my neck up, keeping eye contact and not letting myself crumble beneath his gaze. "What do you think?" He asks and my eyes regrettably flick down to the scar, and I can't help myself as I reach forward, my fingers brushing over the rough line of skin and I swear for a moment both of us stop breathing. I tentatively pull my hand away, looking up at him with a smirk.

"I think you have enough testosterone to fuel an army," I hum, patting his chest before pushing past him and removing myself from the kitchen, attempting to ignore the way my hand remembered the feel of his skin against it.

Cassian turned to Azriel as soon as I was out of earshot. "That's a good thing, right?" The male mutters with a line between his brows. Azriel's eyes flick up from his novel to look at his brother. "I don't think so, no." He shakes his head, then returns to his page while Cassian's shoulders slump in defeat and he retreats to his room to find a shirt.

"You're telling me, you had your hand on Cassian, the male pushing seven feet, skin to skin and you didn't immediately surrender?" Morrigan says, her brows creased as she grows increasingly worried about my well-being. "Are you sick or something?" She reaches over the table, pressing a hand to my forehead and I scoff, the annoyed sound turning into a laugh as I push her hand away.

"I'm not sick," I claim. "Just a female who has no interest in large, muscular, beautiful, tan males," I grumble, taking a sip from my glass, my voice trailing off as I go on about how truly magnificent they are.

"Right," She settles back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, unconvinced. "So," She smirks. "I know you've been saving the best for last," She leans forward, her grin uncontrollable as she rests her elbows on the table while she insists, "Tell me about Azriel."

My experience in Velaris so far was enjoyable— despite the three winged males, the people were kind here, the men didn't stare, the children weren't sickly, and the women held more value than the curvature of their bodies. It was nice here, like some false paradise.

A small part of me would forever hate Rhys and all the others living in his secret city for blindly living their perfect lives, while innocent people dreaded waking up every morning— because the best time they spent was unconscious, in their horrid city just below the mountain, only a short trip away. Such a drastic shift of atmosphere.

Sometimes when my guilt of being happy began to grow too unbearable I found myself in the library. The first and only place so far I've felt entirely safe. It was quiet here, enough to clear my thoughts, but not enough for unwanted ones to creep in. Priestesses bustled around the building with carts and stacks of books, keeping the tenor lively and welcoming.

So it was a shock when my safe space was suddenly and harshly ripped away from me when I saw a familiar winged Illyrian sitting in the spot I always chose. It wasn't mine by any means, but the bastard must've known this was the alcove I selected every time I came here, there was no way he just so happened to favor this spot as well with the amount of floors alone this place had.

"Move," I was particularly upset this morning due to lack of sleep from incessant nightmares. He only smirks, his eyes slow as they left the book he was so engrossed with, and dragged up to my features. Hazel pools flickering with amusement as he meets my gaze.

"Oh? Is this your spot?" He tilts his head mockingly and I grip my book harder.

I disliked Rhys for how he acts in the Hewn City, and Cassian for his overtly boisterous and arrogant behavior, but Azriel— no one quite got under my skin like Azriel. I couldn't exactly pin down why he made me so frustrated, perhaps it was because he would be the easiest to like, or maybe it was because I always thought he was the prettiest whenever they'd make their annual appearance in my home court, something about that particular fact made me hot with both rage and excitation.

"Well, I haven't exactly seen you sitting here before," I argue, clutching my book to my chest with furrowed brows.

"Fair point," He hums while scooting over and offering me a few more inches of space. It wasn't exactly the largest amount of seating area but he was kind enough to move, and I was far too tired to continue arguing. So I settled in beside him.

The spot I favored over all the others was nestled in a carved-out alcove, hidden from any peering eyes, located between shelves full of various hardback spines. The only viewpoint was from the balcony upstairs, or straight ahead. It felt safe, and I've yet to find any other place I liked as much as this one, so I was open to sharing as long as he kept to his book and I kept to mine, silently.

But the olive green couch wasn't big enough for the both of us and I quietly cursed his insanely large wings for taking up the entire area, one of the dark limbs spread out behind me while the other hung off the edge of the couch, the one behind my back however forced me closer to him, my side pressed against his, and my legs that I had pressed to my chest leaning onto his lap, so much so that I might as well have just been sitting in it, we must've looked ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he opened his book back up and offered me the peaceful quiet I craved. I did the same, cracking my book and finding the page I was on.

It was nice for a moment, the awkward silence morphing into something more comfortable as it grew familiar between us. I had even gotten a few chapters in before I reached a much more, graphic, chapter. The descriptions were downright erotic, and suddenly everything the male did stopped mattering because I was now entirely consumed by the book I had randomly picked off the shelves this morning.

"What are you reading?" He was so very close to my ear that I felt his breath against it, and I snapped my book shut, the sound echoing off the shelves of the quiet library.

"None of your business," I retort, whipping my head to him with stern brows, he narrows his at me suspiciously. "What about you?" I jerk my head towards his closed book like it's been neglected for more than just a few seconds. "Is it a guide on how to kill your brothers? Because I might be interested in reading that one next," I say with a smirk and he mirrors it.

"I wish, Cass practically kicked me out this morning with his atrocious singing while he made himself lunch," He grumbled and my lip quivered upward, my amusement unmanageable at the scene he put in my head, and I cursed myself because, of course, he notices.

"Oh, you think I'm funny?" He says and he was so damned close that one inch closer would result in noses brushing.

"Shh." I press my pointer finger to his soft lips. "No talking in the library." I smirk at him teasingly, removing my touch from his sensuous lips, dragging the bottom one down only for it to spring back up when I let go in an oddly satisfying way.

"We don't have to talk," He suggests, catching my hand before it can fall to my lap. My cheeks grow hot as he interlaces our fingers, palms pressing together, soft skin against scars. He notices my blush and moves that lethal inch closer, the tip of his nose ghosting against mine. "You want to kiss me so badly," He continues his taunts and I scowl, but I don't dare move away.

"Shut up," I bite back.

"Are you going to make me?" He arches a perfect brow and I grit my teeth, deciding I won't play his stupid games. I detangle our hands and turn away from him, but I can still feel his eyes on me.

"You're just as bad as your brothers," I claim, opening my book again.

"You wound me," He gasps in faux pain and I roll my eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be the quiet one?" I huff, attempting to find the page I was on.

"Just because they're loud doesn't mean I don't speak too," He states, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Whatever," I grumble, and his wing curls around me a little tighter. He stayed silent for a moment, just a moment of relieving peace, but it was over as soon as it began and I was grateful for the second, but the opposite of gratitude came over me when he spoke again.

"This is filthy, love," He runs his finger down the edge of my book and I close the novel again, this time quietly so it doesn't reverberate throughout the library again.

"I'm not shaming you," His voice is deep and seductive as he speaks, so very close to my ear I swear with every word I could feel it vibrate down my spine. "Just wanted to let you know I'm open to recreating it," He suggested and I sighed, deciding I'd had enough of his banter, and stood up, clutching my book to my chest as I looked back to him.

"You're relentless," I say and he shrugs with a coy smile.

"No goodbye kiss?" He hums and I only shake my head and storm out of the alcove, leaving the library more frustrated than I was when I arrived.

"And?" Mor gestures her hands, demanding more.

"That was it," I shrug.

"You didn't go back and make out with him?" She creased her brows like I was insane.

"No, because I don't need a male to enjoy my life," I say. "You are one to understand that," I suggest with my brows raising and she simply rolls her eyes with dissatisfaction.

"Yeah, but— that doesn't mean you should strip yourself the pleasure of having all three of them," She wiggles her brows and my cheeks grow hot. "Or you could just pick one and miss out with the rest," She adds, before taking a sip from her glass, the liquid inside nearly gone.

I thought it might've been impossible to just pick one. They all had their own personalities and unique qualities, and what if I somehow chose wrong? What if my decision came between the three of them? Then again why can't I just have all three of them? They're all so kind to me, and they're funny, and so very gorgeous, and— "Oh gods, I'm in love," I gasp quietly, my hand cupping over my mouth at the devastating recognition.

Morrigan only nods with a wide grin, like she's been waiting for me to realize since we sat down in this booth. "What do I do?" Suddenly I don't know how to think, or how to act.

"Put them out of their misery and feed those poor bastards," She proposed and I groaned with defiance.

“I’ve been working so hard to ignore their pathetic acts for the last five months, I can’t just give in now.” I practically melt onto the table, my head falling into my arms dramatically.

“Hey, listen to me,” She grabs me by the face, smushing my cheeks as she emphasizes every word. “Do you want them to fuck you senseless?” She asks and I sigh, but inevitably nod with a pitying frown. “Then go." She releases my face and shoos me with her hands and I smile as I stand up. “You’re the best Morrigan,” I claim and she winks at me. “I know,” She shrugs and I blow her a kiss before winnowing to where the tether between the three men felt the strongest.

Which landed me in a cabin I'd never been in before, the sitting room warmed by the crackling fire in the hearth.

Whatever conversation the three males were having halted when I showed up. They all looked at me with analyzing eyes, raking up and down my figure, still in my party dress from Rita's, the material tight, hugging every curve and dip of my body and ending high on my thighs, showing off the entirety of my legs and an obscene amount of cleavage, which the males definitely didn't miss.

Cassian and Rhys were sat on a sofa in front of the fire, Azriel was situated in a large leather chair that he claimed like some sort of king, distanced from the fire I notice. All three of them had short crystal glasses, a matching decanter sat on the coffee table halfway filled with an amber liquid.

"Hey, sweetheart," Cassian was the first to speak. "What brings you here?" He hums and I clench my jaw. What was I doing here? Silently I whirl on my heel and walk towards the kitchen, finding a bowl of fruit situated on the counter. I grabbed an orange from the variety, taking my time to peel the rind off, the three of them staring at me curiously as I approached them again, splitting the pieces of the fruit into thirds, handing each of them a slice without a single word.

"Are oranges supposed to pair well with whiskey?" Rhys held the fruit up, staring at it confused as if the High Lord truly didn't understand what was going on. He wasn't seriously going to make me say it, was he?

"Eat," I demand but they only stare at me with blank eyes and I sigh, my shoulders sagging. "Whoever's orange is gone first I'll make out with," I say and within the blink of an eye all three of their slices of fruit were gone, but I caught Azriel swallowing first so I approach him and take the liberty of sliding over his lap.

He wastes no time before putting his hands on me and pulling me into him, his lips immediately finding mine.

I smile at the citrusy taste still ghosting his tongue as he pushes it into my mouth, tasting every inch he can find like a starved animal, craving more. My hand goes into his hair while his scarred ones slowly slip beneath my dress, gripping me tightly and pinning me down onto his hips, allowing me to feel just how hard he was beneath me.

Desperate, indeed.

"Az," I whine softly and he groans at the sound, his kisses turning sloppy as he loses himself entirely in the taste of me.

"Alright," Cassian's voice calls, familiar, large hands coming to my waist and pulling me off of Azriel's lap with ease, throwing me over a broad shoulder.

"Is this what it's going to be like mated to you three?" I say, still upside down as Cassian's hands roam the backs of my thighs, then higher. "Passed around between you three like some doll?" I say, secretly not minding the idea.

"If you don't want to be passed around," He tosses me down onto a large bed. "We can always share at once," He hums and I had an unshakable feeling that I would be split in half if I took all of them for the first time, at once.

"No, I like being passed around," I say with bright red cheeks and he smirks, guiding me up onto the bed, my head meeting the pillows.

"Then who do you want first?" He hums, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Rhys," I look to the high lord. "I want Rhys," I say and the violet-eyed male raised a brow, his smirk uncontrollable as he approached the bedside. Cassian moved off of me and Rhys took his place over me, his lips finding mine with ease.

He kisses softly at first but that only last so long before he's leaving my mouth and beginning to nip and suck on my neck, licking over it to soothe the marks. I writhe beneath him, my hands in his dark hair as I ache for more. I reach for his pants, unbuckling his belt with one hand before moving to the ties confining his hardened bulge.

"No darling, you're going to ride me," He says breathily into my neck and my hand halts on his pants. He smirked at my reaction and flipped us over so I was on top. He unzips the back of my dress with ease, helps me slip it off with gentle hands as I straddle over his hips, now completely bare for all three of them, but it was only Rhys' eyes I was focused on at the moment.

I rut my hips down over the imprint in his pants, releasing a soft sigh as the action puts friction on my clit. He smiled up at me and how needy I was for him already.

He takes his pants the rest of the way off, his boxers along with it and I can't help but smile at the sight of him, his tip pulsing and red, and the length of him was intimidating enough on its own. "You think you're ready for me?" He asks, ripping my panties off with an ease I marveled at, but before I could reply to his question he swiped his fingers through my folds and my breath hitched at the stimulation, my arousal soaking his fingers, he pulls them back for me to see and I flush in embarrassment at how wet I already was.

"Oh, darling I've barely touched you," he smirks and I look away from his eyes, attempting to get my blush under control. "There's no need to be shy," He guides my face back to look at him. "Be good and take all of me, yeah?" He arches a dark brow and I nod, placing my hands on his chest as I rise on my knees while he helps align himself with my entrance.

He looks at me pointedly and I nod, then sink myself down onto him, ever so slowly.

"That's it," He grunts out as my cunt swallows around the head of his cock. He throws his head back into the pillows as I sink deeper, reaching the halfway point and clenching around him hard.

My nails scratched down his chest as the unfamiliar stretched, his eyes gleaming with pure lust until eventually my hips pressed against his and I let out a sinful moan as he brushed up against that bundle of nerves deep inside of me, kissing it softly.

"Rhys," I sigh, my nails digging into his abdomen as my cunt twitched around him. His hands come to my hips, slowly guiding me back and forth, manually making me grind on him.

"Fuck, taking me so well," He grits between his teeth, already restraining himself.

My back involuntarily arches as he kisses up against that sensitive spot again, moans tumbling from my lips as I begin to bounce myself up and down on his cock. He smiles hazily, his hands leaving my waist in favor of cupping my breasts, rubbing his calloused thumbs over my peaked nipples. My breath hitched at the sensation, clenching around him tighter as he groped them, tweaking them between his fingers, making my release barrel closer.

"So good for me, getting yourself off on my cock," He admires and I nod, a whimper slipping from my lips as I pull myself out to his tip then let gravity slam me back down onto him, the head of his length pounding into my sacred spot, making me release a lewd moan, screaming out his name as I clamp around the width of him, a ring of white forming around the base of his cock.

"Feels so, so good darling," He says breathlessly. "Such a good girl," He murmurs and I throw my head back at the praise.

"I'm close— Rhys, I can't," I pant out, unable to catch my breath with the way he relentlessly pounded into my cunt. "Me too, fuck— keep doing that," He grunted. "Keep squeezing me so tight, just like that," He instructs and I nod, my pussy taking all of him as he twitches deep inside of me, signaling that he was close.

I go faster, my thighs burning with the movement but I ignore the pain, delighting in the pleasure he was giving me. He pounds into me relentlessly, both of us teetering along that edge, and the moment his hands find my nipples again I'm left helpless, and suddenly I rise to my climax, coming to a crescendo as I meet my peak of pleasure.

I gasp as his warm cum seeps into my cunt, spurting out of his cock with one last clench of my core and he released a thick white liquid. "Gods, such a good girl," He sighs out, his large hands groping my breasts one last time before they dip down to my waist, and help guide me off of his length, laying me back into the bed.

"Cass," I murmured, keeping my legs together in order to hold Rhys' release inside of me. "Cassian, I want you next," I pant out, still not entirely over the high that Rhys left me with but I already wanted more, and lucky for me the male was there quickly, switching with Rhys as he hovers over me, his pants already absent and his cock leaking a milky substance, the sight making my mouth water. He was noticeably wider than Rhys, and I debated whether or not he'd tear me in two.

"Flip around, wanna feel your pretty pussy from behind," He hums and I do as he says, turning onto my stomach and hiking up onto my knees. His calloused hands find my hips, helping me guide them up higher, my back forming a perfect crescent as I keep my face in the pillows and maximize my arch.

"You ready for more sweetheart?" He asks and I nod, tears welling in my eyes as his heavy cock slaps against my soaking folds, my arousal dripping onto him as Rhys' release cascaded down my thighs. He lathers himself in my liquids, his pre-cum adding to the mixture.

"Want you, Cass," I murmur. "Don't hold back," I add and I can practically feel the way he was smirking. His tip prodding against my pulsing entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much alright?" He kisses my shoulder softly, his rough voice gentle as it meets my ear. I nod, but before any more words are spoken he grips my hips tighter and thrusts inside of me.

I gasp, breath being lost on me as I fist the sheets beneath me. "Cass," I cry out, the width of him stretching against my walls, molding me to him.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," He sighs out and I gripe, writhing beneath him as he pushes deeper and deeper, forcing my legs wider so he could enter more comfortably.

My breathing is labored as his hips finally snap against my ass. He groans at the feeling of his cock entirely sheathed inside of my cunt, stretching me beyond capacity like a sleeve made just for him.

"Please, Cass," I whine and he leans over me, my back bowing against his chest, his lips coming beside my ear.

"We only just started, sweetheart," He taunted, nipping at my shoulder.

Ever so slowly he pulls out, removing himself only about halfway before slamming back into me with an outmatched force. I screamed at the switch of pace, his thrusts coming quickly, pushing me up the bed.

I reached forward, gripping the headboard to stop my body from unconsciously running away from him. He drove his hips forward harshly, his balls slapping against my folds. His hands left my hips in favor of my ass, handling me roughly as I arched beneath him, feeling his width deeper the lower into the pillows I went.

"Good girl.” He throws his head back, sweat glistening as it rolls down his chest, into the groves of his abdomen. I mewl loudly, incapable of forming words as he fucks me beyond sentences.

"Such pretty noises you're making for me," He hums, his lips ghosting against the shell of my ear. "Am I making you feel good?" He whispers and I swallow thickly, tears brimming my eyes as I nod helplessly, defenseless under him like this. He smirks at my unsolicited actions as I grip around his shaft tighter, delighting in how good it feels as he stretches me.

His hands returned to the curve of my ass, gripping the plush skin in his large hands, loving the way it left red imprints, marking me as his, as theirs.

"Pull my hair," I murmur.

"What was that, pretty girl?" He leans over me and I flush shyly, I knew he heard me the first time.

"Pull my hair," I repeat and he smiles.

"Yeah? You want that?" He wraps his hand around my locks, gripping the back of my skull before tugging on it and I moan, my release catching up to me as he manhandles me, just how I wanted. His grip tightens as I squeeze around his cock, his heavy balls continuing to clap against my neglected folds. "That's it, baby, just like that," He assures, watching as I lose myself in the heat, fire blooming over my skin as my release barrels closer and closer.

"Please," Tears slip down my cheeks. "Let me cum, I’m close," I mewl, gripping the headboard tighter, my nails denting the wood.

"Already?" He teased and I nod, pushing myself back onto his cock and he grunts, twitching inside of me and brushing against my elastic walls. "Go ahead, make a mess sweetheart," He allows and I immediately follow his order, my orgasm ripping through me for the second time tonight, his following soon after, shooting his load of cum into me, filling my every crevice and mixing with Rhysand's inside of me.

I grip at the sheets as he pumps into me one last time and I clamp down on him, milking his cock as he slowly removes himself from me and collapses down onto the bed beside me.

My legs ache as I sink back down into the mattress, my intense high slowly fading away as I flip over onto my back.

I jolt as a cold sensation runs up my thighs, skidding across my waist and meeting my breasts, shadows swirling around the peaks of my nipples, slowly tightening and beginning to tweak the hardened buds.

"Az," I sigh, shaking my head. "I can't," I murmur, far too overstimulated to even think about taking another round.

"You can." He comes between my legs, shadows forming at my thighs and prying them open, forcing them to stay even when I try to close them. I can make out the way Cassian's cum seeps out of my cunt and down my ass, the feeling making my mouth water for Azriel's cum too, wanted all of their release to mix in my womb.

"There's so many things I've wanted to do to you," He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone. "Things I've imagined doing to you," He confesses, beginning to place soft pecks up the side of my neck, to my jaw. "Which one of us do you think of when you touch yourself?" He asks, his lips ghosting over mine and my brows bunch because it'd be a lie if I said I ever thought about just one of them.

"I asked you a question," He purrs, his hands coming to my wrists, gathering them up above my head. "Be a good girl and answer it for me." The tip of his nose runs along the side of my neck before his lips make contact with the side of my throat, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh.

"All of you," I confess, pulling slightly at my wrists as he lets go but shadows have them pinned down too.

"Yeah? Do you like to imagine all three of us ruining all your pretty, wet holes at once?" He croons, his mouth just beside my ear and I writhe, unable to even grind against my own thighs since his shadows were holding me open, leaving me desperate and vulnerable for his own pleasure.

"Az," I whine.

"Tell me," He demands. "Tell me what you think about when your fingers are stuffed in your needy cunt," He hums and my brows crease at how humiliating this all was.

"I think about all three of you, fucking all my pretty holes," I confess and he smiles proudly.

"Yeah? Does that get you off?" He hums and I nod with a whimper, murmuring a pathetic, "Mhm."

His fingers are barely there as he drags them up my figure, then back down to my hips, keeping me restrained as I clench around nothing.

"I need you inside of me, please," I beg and he manically grins, kissing along my jaw, nipping at it as I continue to pull against his shadows.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He taunts and I nod, agreeing with whatever he wants me to as long as he pushes himself inside of me. "Yeah? Don't worry baby, I'm going to ruin you." He said, his grip tightening on my hips as he pressed his tip to my entrance, and without another warning, pushed inside of me.

I screamed his name loudly at the intense feeling, he didn't waste time and he most definitely wasn't gentle like Rhys, or kind like Cassian, he was fucking me like an animal, and I loved every second of it.

Maybe it was because I was overstimulated but he felt so fucking long inside of me, and when his length was fully sheathed in my cunt I swore he was up against my cervix.

Shadows released my thighs for only a moment so that he could adjust my legs, pulling them up to my sides and putting me into a mating press.

"Gods, you're taking me so well," He admires, staring down at me with low-lidded eyes as I let him withdraw everything he wants from me, his cock nestled deep inside of me as I take him deeper and deeper while he fucked me into the mattress, unrelenting and so very stimulating.

"That's it, so fucking good," He throws his head back at the feeling of my puffy cunt squeezing around him torturously tight. "Gods, I'm going to fuck this wet pussy until you beg me to stop," He groans and I moan at his lewd words, and the sounds of his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs, his full balls smacking into my ass as he continued his rough pace.

He looks down at me, sweat lining my forehead and a permanent blush over my cheeks, tears running down the sides of my face as he uses me.

"You look so pretty tied up like this," He smirks, analyzing my every breath, as if needing to remember this for later.

My mouth is open, moans escaping the base of my throat with each of his thrusts, the head of his long cock kissing my cervix and I scream, my nails digging into my palms as I fight off my orgasm, feeling my encroaching climax grow closer and closer.

"Az—" I start, barely able to get his name out before I'm cut off by another moan. "I have to—" I can't even say it, tears blurring my vision as he continues to pummel into me and I deflect my third release. "You already have to cum baby?" He smirks down at me and I nod, so grateful he understood but my gratitude dwindled away with his next words. "You wanna cum? You think you've earned it?"

I nod fervently, my body aching at the position he had me stuck in. I convulse around the base thick of his cock, the back of my head buried in the pillows as I plead for my climax but he wasn't allowing it until he came too.

I force my legs open wider and he hits into me deeper, earning a grunt of pleasure from him.

"I can't Az," I plead. "I promise, I'll be a good girl just, let me cum," I say and he groans at how I sounded begging for my own release, the sounds of my moans pushing him closer to that edge.

"Alright baby, go ahead, come all over my cock," He commands and I obey without another thought, my release slamming into me hard, resulting in me shaking beneath him, my legs jolting as he slowly unpins them and lets me wrap my legs around his torso, riding out my high as he presses into my cervix and with one last harsh thrust he grunts and releases his seed into my womb, mixing it with Rhysand's and Cassian's.

My cunt is left red and swollen as he removes himself from my entrance, I close my legs as soon as he was gone, not letting any of their releases escape me, keeping it tucked inside. The mating bond affected me so much that I wanted to feel this fucked out all the time, have them fill me at every moment, drunk on their cocks.

"You did so well for us," Azriel hums, sinking into the bed beside me, my ass up against him as I flip onto my side and face Cassian, his lips finding mine, biting at my lower one while Rhys' hands fondle my oversensitive breasts. "Poor baby, she thinks we're done," Azriel hums, his cock hardening again, pressing to my ass.

"Please," I whimper but none of them stop their movements.

"It's time to take us all at once, darling," Rhys said and I gasped as I felt his hand cup my heat.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Cass asks and I can only nod helplessly.

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Request for Anon (yandere professors New, Q, & Juyeon) 6.7k, yandere themes, possessive behavior, manipulation, special treatment, modeling, nude modeling, photography, blackmail, non-con, dub-con, drugs, foursome, gang bang, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, implied captivity (@starillusion13)

“You want me to be your model?”

You weren’t an art major, journalism actually, but every institution of higher education forced you to take other classes for your degree, so here you were. You thought an intro class for art would be a good elective and a break from your main courses. It wasn’t anything difficult and you thought you were doing well, that is until your professor, Choi Chanhee, pulled you aside and asked you to come see him later at his office. Your mind ran through all kinds of scenarios, wondering why the professor would want to see you in private.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, but you had to face this head on. You took a deep breath before knocking and stepping inside Professor Choi’s office. Your sense of calm immediately went out the window when you noticed two other professors in the room. You weren’t sure who they were off the top of your head, but you knew they were from the art department too. Now you definitely had no idea what was going on, but your professor was quick to notice your confusion and introduce the others. As well as tell you why he had called you here. The three of them had a job offer for you.

“Yes.” Professor Choi explained. “We believe you’d be a great model, and this would count as your class grade.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you model for us this semester I’ll give you a perfect A in your intro art class. And if you do it again next semester I believe Professor Ji Changmin could have it count as your volunteer work.”

“So you want me to model for a class grade and my volunteer hours?”

“We all think you’d be perfect for the role.” Professor Ji added. “I see great potential in you.”

“Uh, can I think about it? I’m not really sure I’m model material.”

“Of course. We do need an answer by the end of this week. If you decide to do it, please meet us in Professor Lee Juyeon’s classroom.”

“We’d need to start your training right away.” Professor Lee mentioned.”It’s nothing too rigorous, so take your time to think this over.”

“Thanks.”

You didn’t mind your art class. It wasn’t difficult, but of course you still had assignments to complete. When you first looked over the syllabus you saw mentions about going to the nearest art museum and botanical gardens for certain assignments. Those would likely be a whole day trip, and you might not have the time for that. Modeling didn’t sound like a bad idea. You’d likely just be wearing silly costumes and holding stuff while the students drew you from different angles. It would cover your class and it would only be a few hours a week at best.

You did think it over, and didn’t mention it to your friends either. In the end you figured you should give it a shot. You’d have more free time, and this new experience could have other benefits you hadn’t thought of yet. So at the end of the week you went to Professor Lee’s classroom. He was cleaning up and was very happy to see you. He welcomed you in, telling you to make yourself comfortable and he’d call over the other two. You looked around, seeing all the works of art hung around the room. They were quiet beautiful, showing different body types and you were amazed by the attention to detail.

“Are these your works?”

“Hm? Oh no, these are from past students. I have more, but these are the current ones on display in my rotation.”

“Wow. You’ve had a lot of talented individuals come through here.”

“And they will continue to do so. I’m glad you’ve decided to take us up on the job offer.”

“Honestly, it sounds like fun. It’s truly a once in a life time opportunity. I could be drawn by the next Picasso or something.”

“Indeed.”

A moment later the other two professors came in, happy to see you as well. The three gathered for a moment before putting their attention on you.

“Alright, let’s get a good look at you.” Professor Ji stated. “Up on the pedestal, please.”

You set your things down and stood on the pedestal in the center of the room. The three boys circled around you, looking you over and then reaching out to touch. They asked you to move your legs, to pose in certain ways. In the moment you felt like their doll.

“Very good.” Professor Choi complimented. “It will be easier to see what we’re truly working with once you disrobe, but that will be for another time.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You questioned. “Disrobe? You mean take my clothes off?”

“Yes.” Professor Lee continued. “I need you to be a nude model for some of my classes.”

“A nude model!?”

“I’m sorry, did we not make that clear? I know it sounds like a lot, but I promise you this position is not taken lightly. I have other nude models, but I am asking you to model for my graduate classes only, not any immature undergrads.”

“Oh… but…”

“Only three classes a week, two hours each. At least for this semester.”

“I…”

“The graduate students are very professional.” Professor Ji assured. “They’re just here to study human anatomy. They won’t be trouble.”

“… I don’t know…”

“Come by tomorrow so we can give you a proper test run. We’ll discuss the finer details, and you can see what you’re really in for. Please.”

“Uh… sure… sure…”

“Wonderful.”

You really were stunned over the news of this being a nude model gig, but you did want to at least see what the job truly entailed. So the next day you came by the art room again, even if you hesitated at the door. The three professors greeted you, happy to see you were still giving this a proper chance. Professor Lee showed you to the small room in the corner where you could undress. There was a wall mirror, a locker to put your things, as well as a clean robe for you to wear. For now you weren’t expected to be nude, but were asked to strip down to your panties and bra. You were a bit nervous but did as they asked, wrapping yourself up in the soft robe and stepping out in some slippers that had been provided.

“Excellent.” Professor Lee cheered. “Now I assure you, there are no cameras in this room. While in class the door is locked so no one can just come and go as they please. I also collect the phones from my grads and keep them in a box on my desk. The students who will be working with you are very professional and respectful.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s run a mock session then.”

The door was locked right in front of you, assuring you that no one would just walk in. Professor Lee lead you to the pedestal, helping you get on it. You removed your slippers, holding onto the robe, not wanting to take it off. They were patient with you, and the room wasn’t super cold. After a moment you took a breath and removed the robe, Professor Lee taking it from you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself.

“You look beautiful.” Professor Ji assured. “But take your time.”

It took you a bit to ease your nerves, but eventually you lowered your hands. Once you were good the professors helped you get into a pose. Something simple, just a hand on your hip. From there the boys used tape to mark where you stood. Each of them then got a canvas and some brushes and pencils, finding a position around you to set up.

“For starters I just need you to hold that position for about thirty minutes, then we’ll take a break.” Professor Choi said. “Can you do that?”

“I think so.”

“Good.”

At first there was this awkward silence, but then the professors began talking with you. They asked about your classes, and how things were going for you. They wanted to know about you, the things you did in your free time, and why you were pursuing your career of journalism. 

“Information is dangerous but important, and wonderful. I want to be able to share that, so people can make good decisions and share stories.”

“That’s very cute.” Professor Lee chuckled. “Ah, keep still.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay. Standing still is difficult, but you’re doing well so far.”

“Thank you.”

After thirty minutes Professor Lee came to your side with your robe, helping you put it on and get into your slippers. You walked over to see what they had been working on, rather stunned to see how they had captured your form. It was beautiful, which was to be expected, these guys are professors in the art department of course.

“For an actual session I can’t really have the students conversing with you.” Professor Lee explained. “I can play some calm music in the room, or if you prefer you can use your own earbuds while posing.”

“I understand professor.”

“You don’t need to be so formal with us. You can just call me Juyeon.”

“Alright, although I’m still not sure I can do this completely naked…”

“You’re doing well so far. I’d ask you to at least do two sessions for one of my classes. If you don’t wish to continue after that, I’ll get another model. Is that possible?”

“Uh… I think so…”

“I’m glad to hear.”

After your little break you got back on the pedestal, the boys telling you to move a little bit here and there as you got back into position. The rest of the session went well, the boys showering you with compliments as they continued to ask about you. By the end you didn’t feel so shy, but then again you weren’t completely naked before strangers. Still, you would give this a real shot, so Juyeon gave you the time for the class he wanted you to model for. Excited to see you then.

🖤

The day for your real modeling session you were incredibly nervous, but you wanted to keep your word and not back out last minute. You arrived early to the class, and Juyeon was very happy to see you. Just like before you got into your little dressing room and stripped. You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, wearing only your bra and panties. You had to fully undress and you believed in yourself. After a moment you took off the last bit of clothing you had, putting on the dress robe and slippers. You had brought some earbuds, wanting to get lost in your own world and not hear anything you didn’t want to.

When the time came Juyeon knocked on the door, linking his arm with yours and leading you to the pedestal. The students were all setting up, getting out their tools, every space around you occupied by someone. Juyeon gave you an assuring look as you got on the pedestal, letting you disrobe on your own. You kept your eyes on him for the time being, letting him touch you as he got you into an ideal pose. He marked your position and then you were on your own. Besides the music you weren’t sure what else to do with yourself until you noticed something on the wall. It seemed to be some sort of puzzle, and it did well to pass the time.

At break time Juyeon approached you with the robe, helping you down. The students were also on break. Some remained in the class, others stepped out for a moment. Even though it was only the beginning you wanted to see what the students had done so far. You walked around the room with Juyeon, seeing the rough outline of your body from all kinds of angles. It was incredible, and you found it so beautiful. This was you, regardless of the angle. There weren’t any sort of identifying features either, yet every student was taking great care in drawing you and it brought a smile to your face.

All the students were back before the end of break and then you got back to your position. The students politely helped with directions this time as they knew what they were drawing. Then you were back on your little eye puzzle, which Juyeon admitted to placing for you so you don’t get so bored. When the second break came around you checked on the work, seeing the progress they had made. It was the small details they were really working towards, which was really good. Even if you had continued with your original art class, you weren’t sure you could ever get on their level.

“You’ve been doing very well.” Juyeon complimented. “I appreciate you being here.”

“Me too. I’m not so nervous anymore and this job is… interesting…I think I’ll be able to keep doing this.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

You finished up the session, a few of the students thanking you for your time. You went to get dressed, honestly feeling a bit strange putting clothes back on after just being naked for two hours. Once you had gathered all your things you stepped out, seeing Juyeon chatting with a student. You thought about leaving but he told you to stay a moment, so you did. Soon enough it was just the two of you and Juyeon began cleaning up the room, which you helped him do despite his protests.

“Ah, that reminds me.”

Juyeon went over to his desk, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. At first you were confused, but then you realized what was inside.

“Oh, no, no, no, I can’t take this. I’m doing this for my class credits.”

“I know, this is from me personally. I pay all my models, and besides, it really is unfair to have you model for me and not pay you. Please, take it.”

“Just this once?”

“Well, we still have more sessions to come.”

“I…”

“You deserve it. I’ll be seeing you later this week, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you have the semester schedule?”

“I do.”

“Good. Until next class.”

“Until then.”

You continued with the modeling job, still trying to refuse Juyeon’s money, but at least you got him to lower the amount. It was nice to have some extra spending money for your studies though, making it easier to focus on assignments and projects. You of course did check your grades for your art class, seeing that Chanhee was marking them all as passed with an A, maybe a high B here and there, not waiting to make things weird, but also not harming your GPA. Being a nude model certainly wasn’t so nerve wrecking anymore, which made the sessions all the easier. Things were going smoothly until they got a bit complicated.

“Uh… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello, do I know you?”

“Well, kinda…”

After a session someone outside the classroom caught your attention. They didn’t seem familiar, but also weren’t entirely a stranger.

“You’ve modeled for a few of my classes now and I was wondering if I could get your name? Perhaps your number?”

“Sunwoo, aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

“Huh? Oh, hi Professor Ji. My current class was actually canceled and-”

“You should be studying for exams, nout lounging around the art department. Go on now.”

“Uh, yes, professor.”

Sunwoo glanced back at you, giving you an apologetic smile before heading off. Now it was just you and Changmin.

“You didn’t have to scold him like that.”

“I did. It’s not appropriate for any students to try and form a relationship with you. They’ve seen you without clothes on in a very vulnerable state.”

“Ah, I see.”

“It’s advice I hope you follow.”

“I think I will.”

“Now I know you just stepped out of Juyeon’s classroom, but do you mind if we go back in? There is something I’d like to discuss with the both of you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You were curious what Changmin wanted to discuss, but you thought it was related to school. In fact it wasn’t as Changmin was talking about taking you out to dinner to celebrate you and congratulating you on your work. Of course the semester wasn’t over, but you were around the halfway point. You tried telling them this wasn’t necessary, but they insisted so there was really no denying them. The restaurant wasn’t anything super fancy, but rather nice. You dressed in business casual attire, stuff for interviews, since you didn’t have anything else. After ordering you began asking the three about their own careers and how they got into the arts and teaching.

Chanhee was big on portraits and color theory, enjoying teaching a few intro classes as he can see how other students interpret the world and the colors it has. You probably would have enjoyed his class, but you did like the spare time one less class gave you. Juyeon focused more on human anatomy and capturing moments in one’s day to day life. He had a handful of models, both nude and dressed, that he kept in contact with for his classes. He was very serious with his work and he only taught grad students. Then there was Changmin, a photographer. His classes were mainly open electives for other majors, but he loved teaching others how to use a camera to the fullest to take captivating images. They were all passionate in their area, and you admired that about them.

“You know, you could be a real model.” Chanhee mentioned. “Not a nude model, but a runway model.”

“That sounds crazy. I’m not a real model.”

“We’re serious.” Changmin added. “I have my own personal studio not far from campus. We could help you build a proper portfolio.”

“Even if you don’t want to shoot for a runway model, there are plenty of other jobs you can take on.” Juyeon added. “Commercial shoots, or magazine ads. A pretty face like yours would certainly be wanted. You should consider it.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

After dinner they took you back to your dorm, wishing you a good night. It wasn’t super late but you were still quiet as to not wake your roommate. You undressed and washed up for the night, crawling into bed. Dinner had been good, and so were the conversations. You really were intrigued by the idea of modeling on a more professional level. You wouldn’t feel guilty about the money made from real modeling jobs and it wouldn’t hurt to build up some savings before you graduate and dive into your career. It would be a good side hustle and money maker since getting a job as soon as you graduate wasn’t a common thing. It really wasn’t a bad idea.

🖤

The next time you had a free moment you went to search for Changmin, letting him know you did want to try modeling professionally. He was overjoyed to hear, setting up a good time for you to come down to his studio and take some professional shots. It was best to do this over the weekend, and you brought a bag of some of your clothes. You’d need a variety of shots taken, although the studio wasn’t what you expected. It was a full on professional studio that had its own employees and ran while Changmin was teaching. You had also never seen a studio like this before. Changmin was flattered you brought your own things, but he had options for you.

There was a room in the studio filled with clothes of all types. He went with you to pick out some outfits for your portfolio, knowing what he wanted to capture about you. Of course it wasn’t just going to be the two of you as Chanhee and Juyeon stopped by as well. Your scheduled time was later in the evening after all, and it would surely continue after business hours. Chanhee and Juyeon were more than happy to help you with make-up and accessories, making you look incredible. You weren’t one for getting dolled up, but you were certainly seeing a new side of your own beauty.

Once you were ready the photoshoot began. Changmin was happily behind the camera, treating you like a real model and encouraging you to do your own thing. He gave a few directions here and there, the other two giving suggestions as well. Overall the experience was fun, and certainly a once in a lifetime thing if this modeling didn’t go anywhere. You looked over the photos with the others, amazed at how good Changmin was at his job. He said he would pick out the good photos and do some edits to build your portfolio. He’d want you to look at it when he was done, and if you were satisfied with it he could reach out to some companies and start working on getting you some gigs. So you were quite excited to see what would come of this.

When the portfolio was done Changmin sent you a message, telling you he had left a physical copy for you in Chanhee’s hands. From there you reached out to Chanhee, agreeing to meet with him after one of his classes in order to pick up your portfolio. It was a little weird going into his classroom as students left, you hadn’t been there since the beginning of the semester. You waited for Chanhee to finish talking with a few students, so you looked around the room. You saw a few new pieces on the wall, wondering about their creator.

“I must admit, it’s nice to have you in my classroom again.”

“I could have remained as your student.”

“You’re doing better as Juyeon’s model. Now, your portfolio.” Chanhee grabbed a file from his desk, handing it to you. “If there are some you don’t want, let Changmin know. We’re all eager to see your career grow.”

“This is more of a side job than career. It never hurts to make money.”

“You do have a point.”

“Alright then, I’ll be off. I have a class to get to.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Yup.”

On your way out of the classroom you checked the time, seeing you had half an hour before you had to be somewhere else. You opened up the file, seeing the pictures you had taken, once again reminded Changmin was a good photographer.

“You’re y/n, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Do I know you?” 

“We’re in the same class, or at least we’re supposed to be.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Me neither. Your name is still registered as part of Professor Choi’s intro class despite the fact you haven’t attended in the last couple weeks. You’re even getting grades, that’s odd don’t you think?”

“And what’s your problem?”

“Are you sleeping with the professor?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“So I’m right.”

“You-”

“What is the commotion out here?” Chanhee stepped out of his classroom. “What are you two yelling about? There are other classes in progress.”

“I’m just concerned about one of my fellow classmates. It’s my duty to maintain the university’s reputation.”

“I don’t see why yelling at another does that. You should focus on your own studies, but if something troubles you then report it with the department administrator.”

“I will.”

The girl turned around and stormed off. You were still shocked over her words, but now you were worried about what she would tell the administrator. The modeling in exchange for a grade probably wasn’t sanctioned.

“Shouldn’t you have said something else? She’s gonna tell the administrator and get you in trouble.”

“She won’t.”

“Chanhee-”

“Don’t you know who the administrator is?”

“Uh… no, this isn’t my-”

“It’s Changmin.”

“Oh… that actually explains a lot…”

“So don’t worry about that girl, let’s just focus on your future modeling career.”

“Sure.”

After looking through the portfolio photos you messaged Changmin with a few suggestions but gave him the go ahead to send your information out there to see if anyone was interested. You honestly didn’t expect to get anything, but a few days later Changmin mentioned  a potential modeling job. Of course everything was still your choice, so he was just giving you the details. Honestly the money wasn’t bad, and these were all small jobs, so you did what came up. Some were easier than others, and some didn’t involve showing your face. Overall the side job was fun, and you always had one of the three boys accompanying you.

Although as exams and the end of the semester was approaching, you had to decline a few here and there. You needed the time to yourself to study, and still do your original job for Juyeon’s classes. Things were going well, and you felt that you had a pretty good balance in your life. If you kept this up you’d be in a good position come graduation. Of course you were stressed but not as much as you could be. After your last session of the week with Juyeon you hung around his classroom, helping him clean up. It had become a habit and it was a little moment where you could focus on a small task and not your own grades.

“You’ve really gotten better with modeling.”

“Thanks. I’ve gotten better with practice.”

“You have, although you haven’t been doing many modeling jobs as of late.”

“I have to focus on my studies.”

“Why? A pretty face like you doesn’t need brains.”

“… uh, what?”

“You’re better off as a model, than a little journalist. If you really focus on modeling you could be on a runway in months.”

“…”

You were rendered speechless, not sure if this was actually happening right now. Juyeon’s words couldn’t be real but either way, you needed to leave. You grabbed your things, getting his attention, so he quickly went over to you, grabbing your arm and preventing you from leaving.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Let go.”

“I was planning dinner for all of us tonight.”

“I’m good, now let go!”

“What-”

“I said let go!”

You yanked your arm free and stormed towards the door, only to watch it open it on its own. Chanhee and Changmin walked in, smiles on their faces, until they sensed the tension in the air and saw your expression.

“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You stammered. “I was just leaving.”

“What about dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Come on, dinner won’t hurt.” Juyeon said.

“…”

“Y/n, what happened?” Chanhee questioned. “You don’t-”

“I told her she’d be better off as a model.” Juyeon admitted. “I guess she didn’t like that.”

“…”

“It’s not a bad idea.” Changmin added. “You’ve been-”

“I don’t want to model, I quit.”

You tried to walk away, but Chanhee held you back this time. You didn’t wanna argue anymore, but when you tried to free yourself Chanhee’s grip only got tighter. 

“What about your grades? The semester isn’t over yet. If you insist on quitting, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”

“What… you know what, I don’t care, I’ll take the F.”

Before you tried to free yourself again you heard the door lock, seeing Changmin do just that. Now you were starting to get nervous, getting the sense that something else was going on here. Still, you tried to get your arm free but Chanhee wouldn’t budge.

“You know, we could destroy your career right here, right now.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“What place would hire some fresh out of uni journalism student who has nude photos of themselves all over the internet.” Juyeon stated. “I think that’s a pretty big career killer.”

“There are no cameras in here!”

“I lied. You really think I wouldn’t want to remember some of my most beautiful models? Although my favorite images come from the dressing room.”

You felt your heart sink at his words. Maybe he was lying about everything, you couldn’t even imagine where a hidden camera would be. Although those thoughts were quickly squashed.

“Even if I didn’t have cameras in my classroom, I could get such beautiful images tonight.”

“I…”

“Be a good girl, and strip.”

You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. Your mind was racing and you were processing. Still, your lack of action was annoying them. So Chanhee pulled you towards the center of the room, the other two approaching and starting to undress you. Out of instinct you fought back only to get shoved down onto the floor, pinned as you ended up in your bra and panties. To a degree you were used to the nudity, but not like this. You covered yourself as best as you could, pulling up your knees to your chest when the boys stepped away.

“Don’t… don’t do this…”

“We were working towards it.” Changmin admitted. “We all make such a great team, don’t we?”

“I… I’ll finish the semester just…”

“We know you will, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

“This… this isn’t necessary…”

“Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t had this kind of fantasy before.” Chanhee teased. “A lot of students fantasize about their professors. We’re all adults here, it’s okay.”

“No… no, I-”

“No one’s gonna bother us.” Juyeon assured, going to his desk. “The week is over, and you know how uni students are.”

Juyeon came into view, kneeling down before you with a small circular thin in hand. You had no idea what it was, but he had a rather pleased smile on his face.

“This is special for you, a personal mix I’ve been working on.”

“Huh?”

Juyeon opened up the tin, holding it out to you. It wasn’t empty, a strange blue colored liquid inside. He held it out closer to you, and then you caught a whiff of it. The smell was odd and began to make you dizzy. You grabbed your head, noticing that the world was spinning. Before you collapsed Changmin caught you, standing behind you.

“There, now she’ll cooperate.”

“What exactly is in that?” Chanhee asked.

“It’s a secret.”

Changmin gently laid you down, kneeling beside you and caressing your cheek. You were starting to feel hot, and his cool touch was welcomed. You leaned into him, getting a chuckle out of him.

“She is very cute. I was looking forward to dinner, but this is a good substitute. You’re sure she’ll behave?”

“She’ll be begging for us once we get started.” Juyeon said. “Don’t worry.”

“Who’s going first?”

“I call dibs.”

Chanhee was already slipping out of his shirt, getting on top of you and placing wet kisses on your face, then trailing down your chest. You moved to get him off of you, but you had no strength to push him away. His lips provided a soothing sensation, so really, you didn’t want him to stop. After a moment he pulled you up to sit, his hands reaching to unhook your bra and help you slip out of it.

“I made a good choice, didn’t I?”

“Is that why you get to go first?” Changmin pouted. 

“Jealous much? As if you haven’t been photographing her on your own. Won’t share the pictures.”

“I deserve to have some things for myself. Juyeon doesn’t share his videos of the dressing room.”

“My cameras, my videos.”

“I’ll share.” Chanhee chuckled. “She’s too pretty not to see someone else ruin her.”

While peppering you with kisses Chanhee latched on to one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple and teasing with his teeth. You cried out in ecstacy, a new feeling taking over your senses. This wasn’t your first time, but a new experience. When Chanhee pulled back there was a loud pop, followed by fingers between your legs, rubbing you through your panties. You whimpered once before you bit your lip, not wanting to be so nosy and needy.

“It’s okay baby.” Juyeon cooed, pulling you into a soft kiss. “We want to hear everything. No need to worry about anyone else.”

“… uh… my head…”

“Sh, it’s okay, we got you.”

“She’s so wet.” Chanhee giggled. “I can’t wait much longer.”

You barely registered Chanhee’s words before he pushed your panties aside and pressed his fingers against your folds. You squirmed, trying to move away, but Juyeon kept you from running. You felt Chanhee’s fingers pushing deeper, and one slipping inside you. Your mouth hung open in sweet pleasure, Changmin taking it as an invitation to put two of his own fingers in there, moving around your tongue and getting you to suck on them. You did so without really thinking, your focus pulled in two directions. Then you felt hands trailing down your chest, grabbing your breasts and massaging them. 

While you were distracted with that a second finger entered you, making you squirm once more as Chanhee found your sweet spot. He was more than happy to abuse it, making you moan against Changmin’s fingers, partially gagging. You didn’t really notice when a third finger was added but you could feel the stretch. Juyeon placed kisses against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. The world around you was spinning, but you were more focused on the pleasurable feelings you were being assaulted with. Instinctively you let out a whimper when Chanhee moved his fingers, feeling cold for a moment before you felt something bigger rubbing against your slit.

Your mind only registered what that was once it was pushing your walls apart, entering you inch by inch. You felt a bit tense, but slowly relaxed, the pain mixing to pleasure. The fingers in your mouth pulled away with a pop, letting your moans spill past your lips. Those wet fingers trailed down your body, making you twitch, which just created a new sensation from the cock inside you. A whimper escaped you as you adjusted for the size. For a moment you noticed Chanhee’s face right in front of you, a big smile on his face. Then he started moving and things got blurry. Chanhee moved with a steady rhythm at first, making your whole body shake.

You shut your eyes, hands exploring his chest, trying to get some stability, but you were getting lost. Each of his thrusts rubbed against your sweet spot, keeping you off balance and on cloud nine. Chanhee shoved the others away from you, meaning down to kiss your neck and chest, wanting to leave marks. You felt a heat building down below, only growing stronger and stronger. You tried to say something to Chanhee, but he understood well. As he pushed you over the edge he pressed his lips to yours, letting you moan into his mouth. Your body shook beneath him, squeezing him tight and encouraging him to spill his seed.

You were barely coming down from your high when you heard, and felt, Chanhee pushed off of you. Juyeon wanted to take advantage of your sensitive state, and it wasn’t up for debate. You didn’t feel empty for long before something else just as big and hard slipped inside, pushing against Chanhee’s mess and having it spill out of you. A ragged moan escaped your lips as you adjusted to the change and the sensation. You were still twitching and aching but Juyeon was desperate. As soon as he was settled in he began moving, rocking your body as he used you to satisfy himself. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around him, holding on and moaning into his ears. He felt so good, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust just like Chanhee had done. It wasn’t too hard for him to force another orgasm out of you.

You cried out when you felt your body shake once more, wanting to rest, but Juyeon wasn’t done yet. He used your limp body to reach his own orgasm, adding to the mess between your legs. You felt the warm sticky substance spill down your thighs, the scent of sex filling the air. You thought you could actually rest, but there was someone who had patiently been waiting and watching you with such a predatory gaze. Juyeon peppered you with soft kisses before moving away, leaving you in Changmin’s hands. He caressed your body, enjoying the extra sensitivity. As he touched your breasts, as his fingers trailed down your chest, you gasped and moaned, every little thing getting a reaction out of you.

He teased you until his fingers got down to your core, pushing into the sloppy mess and mixing it all around. Your sense of self was long gone by then, and you just wanted more. You started to whimper, gently moving your hips, and Changmin understood your actions. He chuckled, promising that he’d take good care of you. One moment you were softly begging, the next you were yanked off of the ground and found yourself sitting atop something big and hard. A surprised moan came out of you, making you throw your head back. Perhaps he was in deeper, but you just wanted friction. You moved slowly, trying to get yourself off, but you were so tired, yet so desperate. Changmin let you play with his cock for a while, watching you fondly before grabbing your hips and helping you out.

He thrusted up into you, letting the mess between your legs spill onto him. Incoherent mumbles spilled out your lips as Changmin fired up your sensitive places. Once he got into a good rhythm he laid you back down, wanting to rub his thumb against your swollen clit, absolutely planning to wring another orgasm out of you, one just for him. You cried out when you reached climax, this one making you go completely limp. You couldn’t even relax until Changmin came, spilling into you and happily thrusting his hips as he got his seed in deeper. He placed gentle kisses on your face, telling you how good of a girl you had been, but you couldn’t register much. You were spent, body and mind, and couldn’t help but slip into the unconscious. 

🖤

You groaned as you began to regain your senses, feeling sore, your body aching all over. There was a chill in the air, and you realized you were still naked, but had some cloth draped over you. When you opened your eyes you looked around the room, seeing that you were still in Juyeon’s classroom. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you did try to get up.

“Don’t move, we’re not done yet.”

You looked around for the voice, but struggled to find it. You needed a moment more to have the strength to move. You tried again only to have a hand on your chest and getting pushed back down. Chanhee was still very much naked, but he had a pleased grin on his face.

“I said stay still, love, we’re painting, and you can’t be moving. Be a good model and just close your eyes and rest.”

Chanhee placed a cloth over your eyes, and the darkness just made it all the easier to go back to sleep, but you fought it. You couldn’t move much even if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to give up. Despite what you remembered, the soreness on your body told you more was done to you. So you just laid there, not fully aware of the other three around the room, happily painting your portrait from different angles.

“… please… can I go home…”

“Hm, what are we going to do with her now?” Juyeon asked. “We can’t just let her go.”

“I’ll take her back to my place.” Chanhee volunteered. “Take care of her as she recovers.”

“As if you won’t do more than that.”

“You’re more than welcome to visit, although don’t you still need her for modeling?”

“I can figure something out, but we need to do something about her.”

“Students drop out and disappear all the time.” Changmin reminded. “I’ll take care of that.”

“Oh, I like that.” Chanhee giggled. “I really did choose a good one, didn’t I?”

“The best one, perhaps the last one.”

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Nineteen: Foursome and Double Penetration Poly Bat Boys x Female Reader

You always knew having three mates would be hard. Even more so because one of them is the most powerful High Lord in history. And the other two are the most powerful Illyrians in history.

But not as hard as the way they were gonna fuck your brains out.

All three males were completely different yet so similar in the way they loved and communicated with you and with each other.

The bond had snapped with Azriel first, then Rhys and then Cassian. You were with the inner circle at Rhys’ cabin in the Illyrian Mountains, when the bonds snapped into place.

Laying your head against Azriel’s shoulder on the sofa where you were all sitting and he called you name to see if you were still awake, “Y/n ?” You lifted your head up to meet his eyes and that’s when it snapped for the both of you.

Rhys saw the interaction between the both of you and was confused by the silence that had come from it, concern lacing his voice, “Y/n ? Az ?” Then the bond snapped for the three of you causing all three of you to gasp.

Cassian heard the three of you gasp and was confused because he had missed what happened and was a little drunk. “Uh… what happened ?” Eyes darting between the three of you, shocked at the fact that you were all mates, none of you heard his question. So he repeated it louder, “What happened ?” You all looked at him and then it snapped with him too.

You let out a scream because, mother’s tits not only did you have one mate, not two mates but three. Three fucking mates. Azriel was just in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. Rhys looked surprised and confused. Cassian only uttered three words, “What. The. Fuck.”

All of you had a serious talk about what to do but your mind was made up, you wouldn’t pick one over the others. You couldn’t, you’d loved them all throughout the centuries you’ve known each other and couldn’t stand to think about hurting them like that.

Luckily they all agreed that they loved you too and wanted to all stay together even if that meant sharing you.

The frenzy that came after accepting the bond was mind blowing.

It had been months since then but that fire between all of you was still there. That's why when they came back from being gone for half a day at Windhaven, Rhys winnowed all four of you to the bedroom, as soon as you had greeted them at the door.

The tension was undeniable, the scent of arousal filled the room, their muscles visibly taut under their clothes and pupils blown.

Rhys misted everyone’s clothes and their hands were on you, not one inch of your skin untouched. Azriel wasted no time in picking you up and laying you on the massive bed. Kissing you with fervor before pulling back and leaning his forehead against yours. Groaning, “I missed you so much, bunny.” As he was lining his cock up with your entrance, burying himself inside you with a guttural groan.

Your walls fluttered around him as he rutted into, burying his head into your neck as he fucked you. “Good girl.” You heard Cassian praise at your side. Then Rhys, “Taking all of him.”

“So fucking good,” Az grunted, lifting his head up to sit up on his knees as he pounded into you. “You look so pretty like this bunny, so full of my cock.” His voice was the embodiment of lust, each word making the heat in your tummy coil tighter.

Your responding whimpers had Rhys and Cassian at your sides in an instant. Cocks fisted in each of their hands as one of Cassian’s hands tugged and pinched at your sensitive nipples and Rhys’ circling your clit in tandem with Az’s thrusts. “Oh fuck !” You cried out already feeling like you were going to cum.

Azriels hips began to stutter and he started panting meaning he was right on the edge too. He shifted, angling his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. Making your walls spasm around him, “Want me to fill you up bunny ?” You nod and babble an incoherent yes that only your mates would understand. Azriel snaps his hips against yours faster while Rhys applies more pressure to your clit. With a small scream and your back arching off the bed you cum. Az following right behind you, his release barreling through him, coating your walls.

Cassian didn’t let you catch your breath as he positioned you on top of him while he sat against the headboard. Seating himself inside you in one go before jackknifing up into you. “Fuck, baby you’re so perfect.” He growled before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

You were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t even notice Rhys coming up behind you. Leaning over your shoulder as his hand rubbed your lower back lovingly while Azriel’s shadows were caressing your face and tits while teasing your clit. “Do you think you can take us both, princess ?” You turned your attention to him, his eyes softening but his lips quirking up into a smirk at the sight of your fucked out state.

You couldn’t form words so you nodded your head and pushed your ass out towards him. Earning a dark chuckle from him, “Cruel, wicked thing.”

“She wants it, give it to her Rhys. She’s been a good girl.” Azriel encouraged.

Rhys didn’t hesitate, gathering some of your arousal on his fingers, slowly working your hole open with his fingers, as Cassian continued fucking you. “Rhys please.” You whined making all the males smirk at your impatience. Still Rhys was taking it slow because he didn’t want to hurt you, so you took matters into your own hands and grabbed his length pushing it in.

Cassian stilled inside of you, gripping your hips in a bruising grip as you worked Rhys’s length inside of you.

You and Rhys let out twin groans once we he was fully seated in you. “Fuck,” you panted, feeling your release building again as Cassian’s started slamming his hips up into yours again roughly. “Rhys. Move.” You gritted out through clenched teeth.

“I -Fuck princess.” Rhys groaned as his hips met the swell of your ass. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the sound of skin hitting skin. Eyes screwed shut, gasping as Rhys and Cassian pumped out in and out of you in tandem.

Your head now lying against Cassian’s tanned chest as they both fucked you mercilessly. “Look at me, Bunny.” Azriel commanded. Obeying without a thought, instantly meeting his gaze. “Good girl.” He cooed as his scarred palm caressed your flush cheek, yet the fist around his cock didn’t falter.

Azriel catches you staring at his hand as he strokes himself and smirks, “You want me in your mouth ?”Opening your mouth as a silent response, he moves closer so you don’t strain your neck, pushing his length into your warm mouth groaning.

The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure coming from all of you and skin slapping against skin. You were moaning on Az’s cock as you felt fire begin to pool in your tummy as he purred, “Look at how well you take all of us. You were made for us, princess.”

His words sent you over the edge, making you cry out, body trembling as Rhys and Cassian fucked you through your orgasm.

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. It was too much, and yet not enough at the same time. You were so full but still wanted everything they had to give you.

The sound of your moans around his cock was enough to have Azriel spilling into your mouth. Cassian and Rhys groaning at the sight of both you, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as their releases barreled through them.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[wreckedandpolemic]

my kind of party - george daniel & matty healy

(mdni) in which three is a crowd, and four is a party. part of the regret me universe and summer75 2024. 4274 words.

warnings (take a deep breath): foursome (f/f/m/m), degradation, oral (f and m receiving), switch!matty, mentions of choking, spit, cumplay, idk this gets pretty gay, incredibly unhygienic use of a hot tub

Sweat prickles at the back of your neck, steam curling from the water surrounding you as a massage jet pummels your back soothingly. Matty’s thigh presses against yours from one side, Sabrina’s shoulder grazing on the other. George leans back on her other side, stretching and deliberately pulling three pairs of eyes to the muscles of his chest. The summer air is thick with humidity, an expectant tension pulling between you; each one of you knows exactly what the other three look like when they come.

The awareness hangs heavy over you, Sabrina’s hand on your thigh an inevitability in the same moment you pull Matty in for a kiss. He’s cautiously eager, hyper-aware of his audience as you slide a hand into his curls. You aren’t entirely sure why he’s so hesitant — George and Sabrina are both very familiar with the way he touches, kisses, fucks. Four, though, is new. But when you hear Sabrina sigh into George’s mouth as she reaches up to untie your bikini top, you can’t find it in yourself to feel anything but a thrill.

You groan softly as Matty takes a greedy handful of newly exposed skin, his fingers rough on your tender flesh. A pleasured moan from Sabrina pulls you from Matty’s mouth, and you turn to see her stripped naked and grinding her hips down against seemingly nothing with George still kissing her feverishly. She breaks away, turning to you with a flushed face and a sleazy grin. “Should just kick ‘em out and— mmh, get off on the jets, babe. Feels fucking good.”

Sliding your bikini bottoms off, you shift your hips experimentally, your vision nearly whiting out when you find the perfect angle and a bolt of white-hot pleasure crashes over you. “You’re onto something,” you smirk, rolling your hips down. “Still, we keep ‘em around for a reason, right? Give us a show, yeah?” you instruct. In a split-second, Matty surges across the hot tub, catching George in a searing kiss, soaking wet hands tangling in his hair

“Jesus, he’s needy, ain’t he?” Sabrina murmurs, eyes trained on the boys even as her hand wanders between your legs. You gasp, and she smirks. “But so are you, huh? Which one d’you think’s the bigger slut, Georgie?” she adds, the meanness in her tone familiar and yet newly turned on you.

“Matty,” George answers unthinkingly. “Never heard her cry and whine for cock the way he does.” Sabrina works two fingers over your clit, eyes wide with interest. 

“You fuck him?” she breathes, warm water lapping at your bare breasts as slow bursts of arousal lick between your thighs. You nod, need thrashing under your skin. “Shit. That, I have to see.” Your reply is cut off by George’s low moan as Matty slides his hand into his shorts and palms his cock, kissing at his neck when George throws his head back in pleasure.

You smirk, climbing over her and settling in her lap. “Next time,” you say, tilting her head up to brush a slow, featherlight kiss to her lips. Her eyes widen. “What? You didn’t think this was gonna be a one-time thing, did you?”

She grins wickedly, arching up so her chest presses against yours, her hand wandering to cradle your ass. “Blow my mind and we’ll find out, doll.”

Behind you, George heaves himself out of the water and you twist in Sabrina’s lap to watch him as he seats himself on the ledge. Dripping wet and gloriously naked, cock half-hard between his legs, he’s a fucking vision as Matty starts to lean in. You cough pointedly, drawing the pair of them from each other sheepishly. “S’not nice to play with somebody else’s toys without asking, George,” you say, dripping condescension as Sabrina’s head falls to kiss over your tits. “You gonna ask for what you want?”

“Want him to blow me,” George groans, muscles tensing as Matty kisses against his inner thighs, mouth desperately close to where he needs it. The sight of them is dizzying, your hips grinding down against Sabrina’s as you moan softly.

“Think you can take him, princess?” you croon, identical, sharp inhales at the sobriquet sending a burst of heat between your legs as Matty turns to you, eyes glazed and jaw slightly slack. He nods wildly, and you laugh. “Greedy little slut. Careful. He’s bigger than me. You gonna choke on his cock, pretty boy?”

In response, Matty wraps his lips around George and swallows him down, gagging when he meets the back of his throat. “Aw, s’that all you can take? Need a hand, baby?” Sabrina teases, lifting you off her lap and settling next to George, wrapping a hand around his cock as Matty bobs his head enthusiastically. You stare, entranced, as George catches Sabrina in a hot, messy kiss, playing with her tits with one hand and threading the other into Matty’s curls.

Matty whines pathetically around George, hips shifting needily with a tent in his shorts visible even through the churning water. You take pity on him, sliding down next to him and palming him through his shorts. Pressing a soft kiss against the damp skin of his neck, the salt taste of his sweat lingers on your lips as you lean to stage-whisper against the shell of his ear. “If you cum from this, that’s it. You get to help the rest of us get off and stay all needy, okay?”

He nods feverishly, George groaning at the moan Matty gives when you slip your hand under his waistband, tugging his shorts off and stroking slowly over his cock. Sabrina’s knees knock against your shoulders as she gasps into George’s mouth, his hand having wandered between her legs. Eagerly, you watch him draw tight, fast circles over her clit, her whines pitching up as she chases the sensation. The four of you must be painting an obscene picture, your head between Sabrina’s thighs while George kisses her tits, his cock in Matty’s mouth while his sits heavy and thick in your palm.

Leaning in slowly, you lick a broad, flat stripe along Sabrina’s cunt, mouthing teasingly at George’s fingertips as he toys with her clit. She gives a gasping, shuddering moan that falls straight to your cunt, thighs clenching. “How come you guys are having all the fun?” you pout up at her, licking over her hole just to hear her whine.

“Get— oh, fuck, yes! Get me off, and we can— mmh— switch,” she says, her free hand sliding into your hair and pressing you into her cunt. The taste of her slides sweetly across your tongue, dripping down your chin as low moans and slick, wet sounds fill the air above you. Matty whines and drools next to you, practically making out with George’s cock as he thrusts messily into your hand. For a moment, all you know are pleasured sounds, Sabrina dripping against your tongue, Matty’s skin against yours, the warm, soothing water around you.

You hear Matty gag obscenely, followed by George moaning out, “God, so good, fuck—” He gives a shuddering gasp, his fingers stilling as he rides out his high. “Go on, swallow like a good boy, yeah? That’s it.”

With Matty’s mouth freed, he leans against you and presses needy, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach, whining when you dig your nail into his slit. George and Sabrina are still sloppily making out above you, her thighs clenching around your head and spurring you into action. You tongue-fuck her hard and deep, writhing at every needy whine she gasps into George’s mouth. Moments later, she comes against your mouth, cunt clenching around your tongue as she whimpers your name desperately. You turn your head unthinkingly, catching Matty’s jaw and licking hungrily into his mouth. The taste of George’s cum lingers on his tongue, smearing with Sabrina’s between your tongues as he moans lowly into your mouth.

“Je-sus,” Sabrina says after a moment, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you. “Let’s take this inside, yeah? Someone’s gotta get fucked into the mattress before tonight’s over, right?” She gets to her feet without another word, deliberately swaying her hips as she tracks wet footprints up to the door, her bikini still discarded somewhere by the water. The three of you share a brief, charged look before scrambling after her, almost pitching over when you slip on the wet tile.

Sabrina is lounging on the bed when you catch up to her, uncaring of her damp hair pressing against the sheets. She smirks at you, beckons seductively, and any semblance of control you might have had burns away as you fall on top of her, her lips greedily searching for any arousal that lingers in your mouth. Then, she looks over your shoulder, past you, locking eyes with Matty. “Mind if I try out your little toy, doll?”

You grin wickedly, climbing off her to gaze over at Matty, hard and begging, his skin flushed with need. “Go ahead. Doesn’t look like he’s gonna last long, though. Fuckin’ gagging for it, isn’t he?” Matty chokes on his inhale, cock twitching at being spoken about like he isn’t there, like he’s a thing the three of you can use for your own pleasure. “Come on, then, princess. Can’t be so dumb already, right? Do as you’re told, yeah?”

Spurred into action, Matty practically trips over himself in his haste, kneeling between Sabrina’s spread legs with an eager smile. “How do you want me?”

She slides a hand into his damp, messy curls. “Oh, just shut up and fuck me,” she growls, a whine pulled from his lips as she tugs hard on his hair. “Rough as you want, babe. Do whatever you want, s’long as you make me cum, yeah?”

Your cunt pulses at her words, an identical flash of arousal sparking in Matty’s gaze. Matty enters her slowly, your eyes trained on her face as her lips part in ecstasy, chest heaving and urging him to go faster. You jerk your chin at George. “C’mere,” you order, climbing on top of him the second he lays down. Leaning down, you kiss him hard, leaving him breathless as you pull away and flip around so your cunt is in his face. “What are you waiting for? My permission?” you grin, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. He hisses, bucking his hips up and lapping at your cunt.

You inch down slowly, letting George stretch out the corners of your mouth gorgeously. Spit drips down his cock, his tongue insistent against your clit as you swallow around him. You relax your throat, pushing down a gag; taking George is something you have to work for, and you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. The rhythmic noise of Matty fucking Sabrina beside you makes an obscene soundtrack, George’s moans into your cunt rippling through you as you drip on his tongue.

Your nose presses against the damp, sweat-slick skin of George’s belly and you grin victoriously as best you can around him, his tongue deep in your cunt melting your brain into nothing. Sabrina’s free hand finds your clit and you grind back against her fingers, moaning around George’s cock as he fucks your mouth. An evil idea flickers to life in your mind, your hands moving almost of their own accord. You reach up to tease around Matty’s hole, the muscle quivering under your touch. Sabrina chokes as he jolts, his hand pressing hard at her throat. “Shit! M’sorry, are you—”

“Fuck, yesyesyes, do that again,” she moans, the pure lust in her voice striking directly in your core. The air is thick with arousal, saturated with breathy moans and lewd sounds, Sabrina crooning encouragements to Matty the moment he allows her breath. You’re fucking dizzy with it, drunk on George’s tongue in your cunt, his cock in your mouth, the mattress dipping under the weight of your… boy fucking your best friend as her skin presses against yours.

George is fucking your mouth with abandon, one hand digging into your hair as he laps at your cunt like you’re his last goddamn meal. You melt against him, limp, letting him fuck your mouth as ecstasy hammers hard in your blood, cunt clenching around his tongue and dripping against Sabrina’s fingers. You can hardly think, wrapped in sensation, a marionette dancing on the strings he’s pulling.

Hips rolling against George’s mouth, you swallow around him, moans coming out garbled and pathetic as slick, hot pleasure thumps in your veins. “Shit, m’gonna cum, don’t stop, fuck!” George gasps against you, moaning helplessly when you redouble your efforts, forcing him as deep down your throat as you physically can and moaning exaggeratedly. He moans out your name, hips bucking as he comes in your mouth, the hot salt taste of him intoxicating. Sabrina pinches your clit, the sharp flash of pain in your sensitive nerves kicking your racing heart into overdrive.

You pull off George and sit up, grinding down hard against his tongue and focusing your gaze on Matty and Sabrina. Her chest heaves, skin flushed and eyes glassy, the skin of her neck already bruising under Matty’s fingers. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, euphoria winding tight under your skin and threatening to burst free. One final, deep thrust breaks you, screaming out George’s name and locking eyes with Matty as you cum, cunt fluttering and arousal gushing over his lips. You moan low in your throat, your vision blurred as you climb off George with shaking legs, letting him shift a little to make room.

Drool mixed with cum leaks from the corner of your mouth, and you catch it on the tips of your fingers and press it into Sabrina’s mouth. She sucks greedily on your fingers, smirking up at you when you pull them free and wipe her saliva against Matty’s chest. His mouth hangs open, panting and moaning as he gazes at you with a faraway look in his eye. “Look so pretty, darling. Like a fuckin’ pornstar, just for us,” you groan.

“He fucks like one, too,” Sabrina grins, rolling her hips up and gasping when her clit brushes against his stomach. “Shit, baby, harder. Just like that, good boy…” she groans. Matty’s hips stutter at the praise, striking a spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back in her head.

“You’re a fuckin’ wet dream,” George groans, his cock twitching valiantly as he stares, entranced. “Does he feel good? You like gettin’ fucked while we watch? Gonna look so pretty cumming on his cock, baby.” Even without being addressed, George’s low voice sands your brain smooth, your need an insistent throb in the base of your skull.

“Oh, God, Matty, don’t stop. M’so close, fuck.” Your head swims, delirious with the obscenity playing out before you, your soaked cunt begging for attention and throbbing between your legs. “Fuck, Matty, shit! Oh, m’cumming, m’cumming, yes!”

Ever theatrical, she gasps and writhes under Matty, doing everything she can to make him lose control as he fucks her through her orgasm. Sure enough, it’s barely a minute before Matty gives a low, shuddering gasp and pleas spill from his lips. “Shit, m’gonna cum, m’so fuckin’ close, fuck! Can I cum, please, please!”

It’s impossibly gratifying that he directs his words to you even as he’s bottomed out in another girl. A sick thrill runs through you at the vicious ownership you feel over him. But this is your best friend, not a girl from the bar or a groupie, so you flash a smile and give a delicate shrug. “I don’t know. Does he deserve it?”

“God, fuckin’ look at him. He needs it so bad,” she pouts, and Matty whimpers. “Needy slut. Been so good, haven’t you? Go on, sweet boy. Cum for us.” The permission is all he needs, spilling deep inside Sabrina with a low, desperate whine, practically trembling with the release.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, fuck, feels s’good, fuck,” he whimpers, going limp when he pulls out with a slick, obscene sound. Your eyes fall to Sabrina’s cunt, soaked and dripping with Matty’s cum.

“Look so pretty all fucked out. Both of you,” you grin, nudging Matty out of the way so you can lean down over Sabrina and kiss her messily, swallowing her gasp as you run your fingers over her sensitive clit. You lift your hand and suck the mess off, moaning graphically as their combined taste hits your tongue.

Hooking a leg around you, Sabrina flips you with surprising strength, knocking the wind from your lungs and leaving you gasping and grinning up at her. Her hips shift until her cunt presses against yours, and you whine at the pressure over your swollen, neglected clit. “Shit,” you whimper as she slowly rolls her hips down against yours, heat thrumming under your skin.

“They gave us a show,” she murmurs, tossing a smirk over her shoulder at George and Matty where they stare unashamedly. “Our turn now, right?”

You grind up against her, the flames in your belly leaping higher and higher with every moan that slips from her lips, Matty’s cum smeared between your bodies. Matty is crammed into George’s lap, the pair of them trading bruising kisses as they watch you. Their gaze is hot, a shameless stare that amplifies every burst of pleasure that rolls over you. George breaks away, holding his hand under Matty’s mouth and murmuring, “Spit.”

Matty obliges, and your eyes stay glued to George’s palm as he reaches down, closing his hand around their cocks and pumping slowly. You could almost cum just from Matty’s answering moan, the sight of them disappearing into George’s fist in a languid, teasing rhythm making your head spin. Sabrina leans down, catching your jaw and your attention. “God, they look good, huh? Gettin’ off together ‘cause they know we’re watching. Can feel how wet that’s makin’ you, doll.”

You give a strangled moan, unable to tear your eyes away from Matty and George, moaning into each other’s mouth and grinding sloppily together. Your head swims, drool pooling in your mouth the longer you lose yourself in the scene unfolding around you, rolling your hips ever faster as Sabrina tweaks your nipples, the brief flash of pain utterly intoxicating. Lust-struck, you gaze up at her, a filthy smirk stretching wide across her face as she grinds down against you. “Look at you,” she croons. “Gone all stupid with it, huh? Pretty cunt feels so fuckin’ good, baby. Wanna feel you cum against me so bad.”

Whining, you thrash your head back and forth, caught between watching Matty and George or Sabrina above you. Heat throbs in your skull, your world tunnelled down to the four walls of the bedroom, the four bodies grinding against each other. “Shit, G, feels s’fucking good, you feel so good, I wanna– fuck,” Matty whimpers, moaning helplessly against George’s mouth and grinding in his lap.

“God, he is just– ohh– the sweetest little thing. Trained him up so well, haven’t you, doll?” Sabrina murmurs, leaning down to graze the words against your lips, spit-slick as she licks into your mouth. Your soaked cunts kiss, arousal stringing between you as your vision blurs with lust.

It takes monumental effort to pull together a coherent sentence. “He fuckin’ loves being used like– mmh– like this. Just wanna get us off, don’t you, baby? Such a good little slut.” Your pulse roars in your ears, amplifying every soft, lewd sound breathed out into the heavy, warm air. Your muscles are tense, pulled taut like guitar strings ready to be plucked, waiting to be tuned to that rapturous frequency.

“Oh, fuck, m’gonna– I can’t– M’so close,” Matty moans, writhing helplessly against George as he leaves bruising kisses over his neck and chest.

“Greedy little whore wants to cum again,” Sabrina smirks, cheeks hot as she admires him, eyes lidded and almost black with lust. “D’you think he deserves it?”

Matty can barely control himself, desperate and wanton, flushed all over and quivering with need. “Please,” he says weakly, head thrown back and damp curls plastered to his forehead.

“He looks so pretty when he’s made a fuckin’ mess of himself. Go on, pretty boy. Cum,” you order, and he does. You can see it in his whole body, practically convulsing against George as ropes of cum spill over his fist and splash against their stomachs. George follows a second later, his fist slowing as he paints their bodies white. The whole thing is obscene, and you can feel Sabrina pulsing against you as she watches, the sensation rippling through you and bursting from your lips in a lewd moan.

Entranced, you watch as George, sweaty and panting, lifts his cum-covered hand to Matty’s lips. “So fucking filthy,” he croons. “Gotta clean up your mess, baby.” Matty sets to work eagerly, the sight absolutely pornographic. He moans lewdly as he laps at George’s skin, sucking on his fingers and rolling his eyes back in his head.

“God, tastes so good,” Matty moans, dizzying arousal filling your head as you grind desperately up against Sabrina. The tension pulling tight in your core is begging for release, hot, liquid ecstasy flooding your veins. You lose your grasp on time as you chase your pleasure against her, desire saturating every inch of your body.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp, your body suddenly collapsing in on itself as your orgasm steals the breath from your lungs. Your brain is melting, liquid that drips from your ears and pools on the mattress, all your awareness cut loose as your high overtakes you. You’re fucking floating, cunt pulsing insistently and tiny, breathless gasps stumbling from your lips.

“Good girl,” Sabrina murmurs. “Such a good girl, cumming all pretty for me.” You can feel her words lulling you into submission, your body weak against the slow, sweet onslaught of praise. “She’s so fucking wet, could just fuckin’ fill her up right now and she’d hardly notice.” You whine out a barely comprehensible plea, begging instinctively before you even process her words. There’s a wicked glint in Matty’s eye when you turn your head, wrenching your awareness onto him as he climbs out of George’s lap. “Shit, you want a turn? C’mon, baby, go ahead. She’s fuckin’ gagging for it.”

Matty climbs over you, filling the space Sabrina left before you even notice she’s moved, her legs in the air under George as he pushes into her slowly. “Fuck, look at you,” Matty says, tone dark and promising. “Shit, y’such a mess. Pretty little slut.” He grips your jaw, pulling your mouth open and spitting on your waiting tongue. You swallow before he even has the chance to instruct you, and you swear the faint taste of cum lingers in your mouth. He grins proudly, giving you no warning before he fucks deep into you.

You can hardly speak, barely think, aware of nothing but Matty’s hips slamming against yours, the slick sounds of sex filling the room. Matty pours filth into your ear, condescending praise sliding against sweet degradation as he fills you over and over. A sound that’s half-scream, half-whine rings out, and it takes a moment for you to realise it’s yours. “So fuckin’ gorgeous all fucked out, doll,” Sabrina murmurs, turning your head to face her. Bliss is painted over her features as she kisses you, your lips slack as you struggle to muster up the ability to reciprocate. She pours whining gasps against your lips as she comes, face contorting as she writhes under George, enraptured. 

All you can feel is euphoria, winding tight around your organs as Matty rubs at your sensitive clit, his frantic rhythm choking you. You whimper what might be his name, your legs locked around his waist deepening his thrusts. “Doing so good, darling. Takin’ me so well. Y’always do,” he praises, your cunt clenching wantonly around him. “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? Fuckin’ soak my cock, yeah?”

He pinches your clit, the heat in your belly reaching dangerous levels. You’re sweating, trembling, your words slurred and pathetic as you teeter on the edge. “Wanna cum, please, need it s’bad, Matty, please!” you cry out, wanton and lust-sick and fucking desperate.

“So pathetic, darling. Such a little cockslut. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” The words are all you need, tumbling into oblivion as Matty keeps fucking you, deep and hard and punishing as you cum impossibly hard. Your vision whites out, head spinning with pleasure and sensation and pure fucking carnality, the sounds escaping you animalistic in their hunger. Dizzy as you come to, Matty grins indulgently down at you, his pace now languid and relaxed. You clench around him, weak pleas spilling from your dry throat. “Aw, baby. Needy little cumslut. Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give you what you need,” he promises.

All you can do is lay back and fucking take it, letting Matty use you like a toy until he’s spilling inside you, moaning slickly and gasping out your name as his cock pulses. He pulls out of you, panting on his knees, and you finally catch your breath.

“Well, that was fun,” Sabrina chirps, somehow carefree despite her still-heaving chest. “Jesus, I feel disgusting. I need a shower, spliff and something to eat, in that order. Anyone coming?”

Given that you can barely move, you watch George follow her into the bathroom, unsurprised when you hear high, breathy moans echoing off the tile. Matty meets your eyes with a smirk. Fuck. You’re in for a long night.

[myfictionaldreams]

I noticed in your poly!marauders breakfast in bed imagine when Remus said that if she doesn't tell them he would punish her. Do you think you could write an alternative version of that imagine where he does end up punishing her? Only if your comfortable with it tho

Pain Over Pleasure // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Breakfast in bed link if anyone is interested ღ

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, foursome, threesome, angst, punishment, painful sex, rough sex, BDSM, dom/sub, spanking, humiliation, dacryphilia (crying), sir kink, size difference, praise kink, anal sex, cum swallowing, degradation, orgasm denial, intense orgasm, overstimulation, aftercare, subspace, restraints, being ignored as punishment, safe words in place

Words: 5.8k

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You knew the pain had slowly consumed the pleasure you were experiencing but for some occasions such as now, you preferred that, the small sparks of pleasure almost like a reward through the burning pain in your cunt.

A thick glob of cum was slowly dripping out of your mouth from where it hung over the side of the bed, hand scrapping along the floor. There was a pillow squished under your hips to help keep them positioned up, after the long fucking that evening, you knew your knees wouldn’t be able to support your weight anymore. Then there was Sirius, positioned behind you, hands aggressively gripping your hips almost to the point of bruising, his hips frantically thrusting, cock pulsing in and out of your abused hole.

Your moans were spurring him on, completely unaware of your discomfort but this was your own fault, purposefully not telling him, wanting him to keep going. Of course, you were overdoing it, even getting to the point that your eyes were clenched shut in concentration, you didn’t care about the pain.

James and Remus were watching from the side, having already had their fill, James' cum dripping from your cunt, Sirius using it as lube for his own adventures and Remus’ glob dripped from your mouth, jaw aching from attempting to take his length as much as you could.

Both men were watching intently, their softened cocks already getting hard again from the sight before them. Remus silently shifted forward, trying to look at your face from where it hide, from the way you were just letting Sirius fuck you, he decided it was probably time to check in, knowing you’d already been through a lot that evening.

“Give me a minute Padfoot”, Remus muttered, squatting down in front of you.

Your only response was to groan with upset, attempting to roll your hips back against Sirius but he held you down easily with your lack of strength. The lycanthrope Marauder slipped his hand under your jaw, tilting it up at an awkward angle so that you could look into his eyes.

“Why are making him stop? It feels so good”, you sounded borderline pathetic, eyes dazed slightly.

Remus however did not seem at all convinced by your words that weren’t necessarily different to usual but it just seemed like he had an intuition, knowing you far too well. Tilting his head to the side, still studying your face intently, he asked, “Do you need to use your safe word?”

“No, no don’t stop”, once again, you attempted and failed to roll your hips. Remus’ fingers harden against your jaw, causing your eyes to sharpen at his serious expression. “Why are you making him stop? I’m fine”, you tried to sound convincing.

“Were you fine? Because you looked to me like you were in pain”, Remus stated matter-of-factly.

“No, it feels so good”, you tried to say. Remus only had to glance over your shoulder to Sirius, almost like they were having a silent conversation between themselves as Sirius dragged his cock an inch out of you, and the feeling of it against your sore walls gave you the automatic response to wince.

Instantly you regretted the action, with nowhere to hide your face, Remus and James had the perfect view to see your discomfort. “Wait, no- that… that wasn’t what you think it was, it still does feel good! Please don’t stop, I’m ok!”

Your panic was evident enough, knowing you’d been caught so rather than facing the truth, knowing you were hiding the pain from them, you tried to just carry on but by the sound of Remus’ heavy sigh, you knew you were in for it.

“I’m not doubting that it feels good but you KNOW you are supposed to tell us if it hurts and if we are going too far. This is why we have safe words”, Remus explained. You knew this, knew why these rules were there for your benefit but also for the boys, they didn’t want actually to cause you pain like this.

“But it’s not going too far, I don’t want Sirius to stop, please!”

Remus released his grip on your jaw and for a moment, your silly mind thought that Sirius was actually going to continue but he didn’t. In fact, he pulled his cock completely out of you which once more hurt and then his hands were pulling you further onto the bed and turning onto your back.

James was now hovering above you from where he sat at the top of the bed, holding down your wrists into the sheets, and Sirius did the same but with your ankles, the position causing your thighs to rub together which meant your cunt had no room to breathe, feeling uncomfortable.

However, your thoughts didn’t ponder on this for too long as the hulking form of Remus straddled over your hips, his naked body warm against yours. You were completely at their disposal being pinned down, especially as Remus's rough hand gripped your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at his intense stare.

“What are you supposed to do when you’re in pain and this goes too far?” he referred to the sex.

You tried to pull away, almost like warning alarms screaming in your consciousness, knowing what he was eventually getting to, now understanding how much you had fucked up.

However, the Marauder's grip was strong on your body and you were just wasting energy, feeling exhausted and giving up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to slither your way out of this. You whispered the answer to the most dominant Marauder who was waiting over your body.

“Excuse me? Answer me louder”, he demanded, still holding your cheeks, squishing them together so your lips formed an ‘o’ shape.

“I’m supposed to tell you or use my safe words”, the tone of your voice was evident that you were feeling defeated.

“Ah, so you do know what you are supposed to do. Now answer me honestly, are you in pain right now?”

In truth, you were in more pain than you’d realised now that you weren’t being fucked and the endorphins and adrenaline were wearing off. “A little bit…” you admitted to this, but still tried to downplay the situation.

“A little bit is still too far and you know it. Next question: should you have told us today that you’re in pain?” Remus continued to question you.

“Yes”, your voice was only just audible with its whisper as you began to feel anxious and sick, knowing exactly what was coming, especially with the intense way Remus looked down at you.

“Yes that’s right, so what do we do to naughty girls who don’t tell their partners that they are in pain?”

Now you’re struggling again, trying to cower away from him, sobbing as you shouted, “Remmie, please don’t-”.

“Hey!” he shouted with authority. “Enough of the whining, now answer my question.”

“They get punished”, once again defeated.

“Yes, they do. Because you were given a clear instruction and have chosen to ignore it so I need you to listen to me carefully”. You do exactly as instructed, relaxing your tense muscles and listening, knowing it was better to go along with it than make it any worse. But also, Sirius’ thumb was stroking soft circles into the skin of your ankle which helped the thundering of your heart in your chest. “Good, so you can follow instructions”, Remus mocked. “The safe word is still in place if this gets too much but, you need to understand why I am going to punish you. We have all of these set in place that when pain is becoming more than pleasure then you have to tell us because now, I’m sure you’re going to be sore for a few days and that’s not what we want, is it Pup?”

“No sir”, you reply submissively, eyes dropping down in defeat but he was quick to tilt your face up once more.

“Exactly. Now I want you to repeat back to me, why you are being punished before we start”.

A hot flush rushed through your body as the embarrassment set in as you had to recount why you were being punished. “Because I didn’t tell you to stop when it was starting to hurt”.

“Good”, Remus praised, his hard eyes softening ever so slightly which relaxed you even more but then his next words had your body feeling as if it had been doused in ice. “You are going to take 5 spanks from each of us then, you’ll be tied up and you are going to watch us. If you look away for even a second, we will start right at the beginning with the spanking. Then once we are done, you’re going to be a good girl and swallow each of our loads, do I make myself clear?”

You wanted to cry, not only were you being spanked which was humiliating in of itself, but now you had to watch each of them find their own release and satisfaction and then drink their rewards as you were left without any of your own. Your lack of response had James tapping against your wrists, snapping you out of your internal battle.

“Yes sir”.

Remus still continued to grasp your cheeks, dropping his authoritative stance to lean down to kiss your forehead. You could still use your safe words, you knew they wouldn’t actually push you so far but it was important for you to understand these situations had repercussions. You’d only ever been punished twice throughout your relationship with the trio and they understood that this was a big deal for you to go through, always wanting to make them happy and never wishing to upset them. On a few occasions, they had threatened to punish and you had used your safe words so you knew you could do it now but you decided to go along with it instead.

Not wanting to add anything further to your punishment, something the boys knew you were very good at as you were completely submissive to your core, you helped to move into position.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed, feet flat against the floor as you lay across his lap, feeling his strong thighs beneath your stomach, your arse presented to him like a gift in front of him. Your cunt still hurt from this position as your legs remained closed.

James noticed your visible discomfort and swiftly sat next to Remus, easing under your head so it now lay in his lap, his magical fingers stroking against your scalp helping to keep you relaxed. Sirius did the same, but had your legs lying across his lap, massaging the muscles to also feel somewhat at ease but as Remus lay his hand on your lower back, the reality of the situation returned.

“Are you going to count for me?” Remus asked, his voice a great deal softer than it had been a moment ago.

“Yes sir”.

Then he began. His large hand smacked against your left arse cheek and even though you knew it was coming, it still caused your to jump, thankful that all three of them were there to keep you on their laps. The impact stung as you bite your lip to hide the whimper before remembering your job, “one, sir.”

Remus continued with his spanks, remaining in the same spot on your left cheek, each one causing the skin to heat and jiggle, a sight all three men admired hungrily. As you took the fifth spank, Remus smothered the skin, squeezing the area and making sure to praise you, “Well done my love, you took them so well, counted each one perfectly”.

His words drifted into your mind and made you feel happy and safe, enjoying the momentary joy before the bodies beneath were swapping so James was in the middle, your arse on his lap with Remus cradling your head.

The quidditch-playing Marauder began to then spank your right cheek, but his hands were so big that they grazed over the sore area left by Remus, causing more stinging. However, this didn’t stop your counting, physically having to say the words helped to keep your consciousness present, knowing if you didn’t talk, you could just lose yourself to the punishment.

By the fifth smack to your arse and tenth overall, you were beginning to feel slightly buzzed, adrenaline returning to pump through your veins causing you to feel lightheaded and almost floaty. Remus stroked his thumb against your face, noticing your eyes were glazing over, tears threatening to spill.

This didn’t stop them, knowing when you were at your breaking point and when you were just feeling a little bit subspacey. Sirius now stared down at your spanked arse in his lap, enjoying the slightly raised skin from the impacts but also feeling just how drenched you were, your juices coating your thighs.

“Do you need to use your words, sweetheart?” Sirius asked softly as you began to silently cry.

“No”, you whispered with a wobbly lip, “sir”, you added quickly.

“My sweet girl, you’re doing so well, five more to go, you can do it”, Sirius praised before swatting his hand through the air and smacking the area where your arse cheek met your thigh, the exact space that you could be sitting on, his favourite spot.

You were slightly thankful for him choosing a different spot, your arse already feeling tender as you continued to count Sirius’ five spanks which added up to fifteen overall. This new area however caused your thighs to clench automatically which only meant that it squeezed your swollen cunt.

Remus caught each of your tears with the pad of his thumb but you knew you still looked like an absolute mess. Especially from between your legs as you were sure there was a wet patch forming on Sirius’ thighs from your still evident arousal, even through all the pain, the pleasure was still rampant.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were rushing out the words, “Five, sir”. You were grateful for the spanks being over, trying to nuzzle your flushed face into Remus’ hands. You jumped slightly however as Sirius leaned down to kiss the burning hot skin of your ass, praising, “You did so so well honey”.

His erection throbbed under your stomach as he looked down at your pathetic state and you wished for nothing more than to stroke and touch it, momentarily forgetting that this wasn’t the end of your punishment.

Sirius didn’t however as he wrapped his strong arms around your middle, manhandling you up and further up the bed, you bounced on your sensitive arse a few times from where he placed you by the headboard. James then waved his wand in the direction of your arms and legs, wordlessly magically wrapping invisible string around your libs, causing them to extend and stretch to each of the bed posts.

You cried more now at the realisation that your punishment was nowhere near over and not entirely comfortable, still sitting on your sore ass. You also missed the warmth that had once surrounded you.

“Shhh, it’s ok love”, James encouraged, giving you a sad smile, tilting your head back to look up into his hazel eyes. He looked like he wanted to kiss you but refrained from doing so, showing too much praise and softness wasn't until the end of your punishment.

But then he was moving away, his messy hair bouncing as you watched him join the other two at the end of the bed and away from you.

Each of their cocks was hard and pointing up with the blood pumping hard through them and your eyes drifted between each of them, your tears slowing with the distraction.

Then Sirius was tugging James back by his hips, towards his own body until James' back and Sirius’ chest met and the long-haired Marauder’s mouth attached to the side of the other man’s neck. The muscles over both of their bodies flex with the instant arousal, James tilting his head further to give Sirius the room to move up and down, leaving open-mouthed kisses.

You didn’t look away, even in your spaced-out mind, something reminded you to not look away, not wishing to be spanked again. But it was also near-torturous watching the three of them, with the way your legs were spread wide, you weren’t able to roll your hips forward to relieve any of the tension in your clit, or rub your thighs together.

Sirius tweaked James’ perked nipples, causing the man to groan, turning his hand back so they could kiss, both mouths opening on instinct to allow their tongues to dance and twist together. The sight was almost hypnotic with how beautiful they all looked, especially as Remus moved closer to join from beside James.

Fuck, you were feeling almost desperate with arousal now, feeling fuzzy mentally and your chest had an unsettling tightness within with the need to be involved. But also, your horniness continued to cause your aching, swollen cunt to clench around nothing meaning you were absolutely drenched.

Remus’ grip encircled James’ veiny member that had beads of pre-cum already dripping from the tip, staining the sheets. The touch had James thrusting automatically, wanting to feel the pressure wrapped around him more. James moaned loudly, hungrily almost as he pulled back from Sirius’ mouth, but only so he could grab the back of Remus’ head to meet his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sirius then started to wank himself off, teeth grazing along the exposed length of James’ neck. Remus was then moving off of James’ mouth to whisper something into his ear and you wished more than anything to hear what he said as the next second James’ eyes were flicking to yours, filled with pure lust.

A whimper slipped out of your mouth at the view, but you held your tongue for the pleas threatening to come out. You knew begging would get you nothing that you’d wanted as the first time you had ever been punished, you’d thrashed against the restraints, begging so much that your throat was raw for days and you’d practically passed out from exhaustion by the time the three of them had found their satisfaction.

So, you didn’t want to waste your energy, not that you had much of it left anyway after the fucking session that day or the spanking. Instead, you watched, biting your tongue to hold back the words you wanted to say and beg for.

Your eye contact with James swiftly broke as the man was suddenly pushed forward by Sirius who was on his knees behind, hands running up and down James’ toned back before cupping the arse perked in the air beneath him.

“So fucking pretty Prongs”, Sirius complimented, admiring the man’s body. James shifted his hips closer to Sirius who was now distracted as Remus climbed off of the bed and stood behind Sirius, hands running up and down his chest before gripping his long hair and pulling harshly to expose his ear.

Remus then whispered something to Sirius whose eyes rolled back to match his aggressive groan before nodding, opening his eyes fully to look down at James who was still waiting patiently on his hands and knees.

Sirius's mouth opened so he could spit down, aiming for James’ asshole, watching the glob gleam against the eagerly awaiting hole. Reaching down with his thumb, Sirius brushed against it, applying a little bit of pressure but not enough yet to slip inside.

James looked over his shoulder towards Sirius, “Fuck, I need you right now, I can take it Padfoot”, he begged.

Sirius raised a single eyebrow as he finally applied more pressure to the hole, feeling it expanding, “you really think you can take me without any prep?”

“Yes!” James then pushed back his hips, causing Sirius’ thumb to slip inside, all three men groaned, and Remus watched over Sirius’ shoulders and whispered something again.

“I’ll go slow”, Sirius stated, nodding at what Remus instructed, shifting on his knees closer ever so slightly and then guiding his cock to James' awaiting hole. Sirius spat again and wiped it over his cock, placing a steady hand on James’ hip to keep him steady and then he was slipping his cock in.

You watched as they both groaned in pure ecstasy, and you wanted nothing more to be feeling how they both felt right now.

Sirius managed to keep his slow thrusts for a couple of minutes, aware of not hurting James but the messy-haired Marauder was already rolling his hips back, attempting to increase the speed, enjoying the slight burn that came with the stretch of Sirius’ cock. This caused the man to lose all restraints and he began to mercilessly fuck the man beneath him. James gripped the sheets hard, his forehead resting on the sheets as his moans sounded pornographic, deep and husky.

The sight was beautiful but it was even more erotic as Sirius was gently pushed forward a little bit as Remus had his own plan as his fingers rested over his arse, watching the muscles clench with each thrust.

Your eyes didn’t know where to look between the three of your boyfriends before settling on Sirius whose eyes were wide, lips shiny with plumped from the kissing. His hips slowed as he felt Remus touch him from behind, nodding at the silent question being asked before Remus began gently easing two fingers into Sirius’ hole.

The thrusting completely stopped as Sirius grunted at the feeling of James’ hole wrapped around his cock and the two fingers stretching in his hole, grazing lazily over his prostate. His beautiful face tilted back at the pleasure, exposing his throat that Remus wrapped a strong hand around, keeping him still as he added a third finger.

“Do you want me to, Padfoot?” Remus asked loudly enough for everyone to hear. You wanted desperately to say you wanted him too but only released a small mewling whimper, still holding your tongue but the noise was enough for Remus’ eyes to flick to yours, his mouth quipping up into a smirk at how desperate you looked.

“Yes, Moony, please fuck me already”, Sirius sounded desperate as he widened his thighs on the bed, helping his cheeks to spread as Remus pulled his fingers out and lined himself up having spread his own precum over his cock, using it as lube.

Not even a second later, the three of them were joined. Remus stood behind the bed, his cock delved into Sirius’ asshole, whose face was scrunched in concentration, trying not to move Remus’ fat cock stretch him wide, whilst Sirus’ own cock was still warm inside of James’ asshole.

Eventually, the three of them began to rock back and forth on the bed, finding a rhythm that suited them best.

You were absolutely fucked out of your mind watching them all, usually, this sight would be your favourite but right now it was the worst punishment imaginable. Your cunt was swollen, throbbing with need and leaking your juices over the sheets and your arms and legs ached from being held out in the outstretched position, all you wanted to do was feel as good as them.

With ease and grace, the three men moved together, long limbs gripping onto each other, their low grunts like music to your ears, seeing the pleasure writhe on their expressions. Knowing the pleasure wasn’t something you were doing only added to the punishment, wishing that you were the one sucking their cocks, touching them, fucking them and making them feel good and it was only intensified by the subspace you were in mentally.

What was worst, was that other than the occasional glance that you’d experienced, the three of them completely ignored you, even though James wasn’t that far away from you, he never made the move to touch you. It was awful, letting you watch the three of them, even though you were highly aroused and wanting nothing more from their touch. It was a part of your punishment, you deserved this, they looked like they were having lots of fun without you, did they even need you?

The thoughts had your eyes now glassy with tears but you tried not to let them fall, they didn’t need a crying girl watching them fuck, so you remained silent.

Sirius was nearly overstimulated with the intense pleasure he was feeling with both his cock and prostate being stroked, it felt so fucking good, especially as Remus intensified his thrusts which he used as his own momentum to then fuck into James.

“Fuck! Just like that, right there…”, Sirius cried out over his shoulder as Remus gripped onto the back of his neck, using the hold to tilt his cock slightly so he could directly fuck into his pleasure spot.

“Yes! Yes! Yes- Fuck I’m gonna cum”, Sirius suddenly revealed.

It all happened in a blue. One minute you were watching the three of them fuck and the next, James was being pushed further onto the bed and Remus was helping Sirius stand up on the mattress, walking over James’ body until he stood over you. With one hand, he tipped your head back and the other gripped the base of his cock as it pulsed and throbbed.

It was on instinct that your mouth dropped open, completely forgetting about this part of your punishment as Sirius’ cum began spurting out, most of it dripping into your awaiting mouth as he watched eagerly, only a few drops collecting on your chin.

The tears you were keeping at bay began to slip down your warm cheeks, feeling humiliated as you swallowed his load and then licked his fingers clean as he scooped up the drops you’d missed. You hated this, hated that you were left to drink their reward whilst you were there without any sort of gratification.

“Look so pretty when you cry Darling”, Sirius whispered, his own cheeks rosy as he breathed heavily. For a second, he wiped away your tears before a moan sounded from behind him, causing him to jump off of the bed and sit in a nearby chair to watch the rest of the show.

This gave you the view of James who had been dragged down the bed by Remus and turned onto his back before he was leaning over him and hungrily kissing him. Both of their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring one another as their hips thrust together, cocks rubbing and bumping into one another.

James made the move first to reach in between their bodies, pushing Remus’ cock lower towards his awaiting hole and Remus didn’t waste another second before he was thrusting forward.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well Prongs”, Remus praised the man beneath him, feeling his hole stretch the limit around his girthy member. Just like Sirius had, Remus began slow but soon wasn’t holding back, fucking hand and fast enough that the bed was shaking with the movements, rocking your body as well.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” James suddenly groaned as Remus wrapped his hand around his cock that was still throbbing between them, his wrist moving in time with his thrust.

Once your tears had started, you couldn’t stop them from falling now in jealousy and desperately watching them both, wanting nothing more to bed for them to just look at you, to acknowledge that you were even there, to get them to touch you but still, you wanted to be a good girl so refrained from doing this.

Remus's hair stuck to his forehead as he fucked James hard and it wasn’t that much longer before the man beneath him was shouting, “Wait, stop moony!”

Then he was scrambling to his feet on the bed, legs wobbling slightly as he now stood over you, hand moving up and down his shaft as your mouth dropped open in time to drink down his cum.

Your eyes drank in every little detail about James from his even messier hair than usual, the way his abs clenched with each spurt and the salty taste of his loads as it coated your tongue and this time, you managed to catch it all.

James smiled kindly down at you but didn’t get the chance to touch you as he was gently moved out of the way, stepping down to join Sirius at the side, as Remus now stood over you.

You held his eye contact, jaw aching as you held your mouth open submissively as he began to toss himself off. From this position, you could see his cock gleaming in the low light of the room, with what was Sirius and James’ natural body juices. The grip he held strengthed as it moved faster, his eyes glancing down at the wet patch that had formed between your legs and on the sheets blow.

“You look so pretty, Pup”, Remus’s voice was thick with arousal, using the nickname he only called you, causing your heart to beat harder in your chest as he finally spoke to you. This distracted you a little from the situation but then as something warm began to fill your mouth, you tried to concentrate on not choking, quickly having to swallow as his cum completely filled your mouth.

With a full body shudder, Remus’s last drop of cum spurted from his tip and another swallow later, he was finished, shoulders dropping releasing a heavy sigh in relief.

Remus then knelt between your legs, gripping your cheeks, much like he’d done earlier, holding your attention. “Do you understand why you’ve been punished?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was timid, tears still cascading down your cheeks. You were completely and utterly submissive.

“Good girl”. He released the grip on your cheeks and began to stroke the aching muscle instead but you were quick to nuzzle into his hand, wanting to feel any sort of comfort. “My sweet girl, you did so well”.

“I did?” you asked, your eyes and voice filling with hope at making him happy.

“You did! Not even begging once did you? I’m so proud of you”, Remus encouraged. You could have cried more at the praises, almost like what he said was sacred it was just what you needed. “What do you want my love?” Remus finally asked, his eyes softened as he looked at you.

“I…I want you all”, you finally sobbed, pulling on your invisible restraints. Remus motioned for James and Sirius to step forward, both of them holding their wands and waving them, releasing your limbs from the bonds.

With nothing to hold up your body, you instantly were slumping forward into Remus who was able to ease you into his lap, your head resting against his chest as the other two men sat on either side, beginning to massage your sore muscles.

Their skin was hot to the touch but that only helped you to relax further. “Oh love, you’re so wet”, Remus mumbled, feeling the evidence of your arousal over your thighs which now coated his from where you sat. “How much does it hurt?” he asked, referring to in between your legs.

You wanted to lie and say it didn’t anymore, wanting to feel their cocks but you knew you couldn’t, having already received one punishment.

“It…it still hurts, but I’m so horny, I don’t know what do you!”, you were near hysterics with how desperate you were feeling, it felt like your core was incredibly heavy with tautness, desperate for relief but your actual cunt was still tender.

Remus began to steadily rock the two of you on the spot as James lay sweet kisses to your temple. You leaned into the feeling, savouring the sensation as each of them kissed a part of your body but it wasn’t enough.

“Please…”.

“Shhh Pup, I’m going to try and touch you but if it hurts you need to say”, Remus suggested, brushing his fingers over your stomach and between your thighs. It was only a gentle touch to your clit but even that caused burning hot sparks of pain, enough so that you flinched and tried to pull your hips away from him on instinct.

“That’s ok, I’m not going to touch you”, Remus calmly stated, kissing your temple and looking towards Sirius for some help.

Sirius leaned over to kiss your moist cheek, his hand gripped tightly in his hand as he muttered, “Im going to make you feel good Sweetheart”.

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant but then he was pointing his wand at your cunt, whispering a spell under his breath and it was almost an instantaneous reaction.

Your pussy tightened and you were cumming with one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. Aggressively rocking your hips with each shuddering contracting of your spasming, swollen cunt, nails harshly dripping into whoever you had grabbed. White lights flashed in your vision and finally, you were feeling that orgasmic high, even without being touched.

You were only half aware that you’d begun screaming, head slipping off Remus’ shoulder as you began dizzy and lightheaded. The feeling then began to fade as Sirius stopped the spell, you weren’t even sure how long it had been going on for but by the time your cunt had stopped squeezing around nothing, you were struggling to breathe through the intensity.

“Nice long breaths, that’s it, we’ve got you, Love”, Remus's voice spoke from next to your ears as he cradled your body. It took several minutes to even gather a single lucid thought that made sense, mostly just aware that you were mentally and physically drained.

The subspace you’d been in was still at the forefront of your consciousness, needing to feel all three of them, listening to their words of affirmation.

“Let’s get you up before you completely pass out”, James suggested, seeing your eyes dropping. The three of them helped you to the bathroom, mostly having to carry you as your legs didn’t seem to want to work after being fucked, punished, and then the intense orgasm.

In the bathroom, they helped you to the toilet before the four of you bathed, and you moaned greatly to the hot, soapy water that mellowed your aching body.

“I love you”, you whispered to all three of them.

“We love you too, Pup”, Remus mumbled against your temple before helping you out of the bath, wrapping your naked body in a fluffy towel, and carefully drying your body. James was then next to you, helping you into your favourite pair of fluffy pyjamas, making sure the shorts weren’t too tight to give your pussy space to still breathe and heal.

Helping you back into bed, the wet stains now vanished thanks to Sirius, you all but collapsed into the centre of the bed, half aware that someone shifted beneath you and other arms were wrapping around you in a strong cocoon. You weren’t sure who was where as you fell asleep within seconds but you knew you felt grounded and whole.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Terms and Conditions: JJK Foursome Scenario

A/N: I don't know what came over me, I woke up from a nap and this spilled out of my brain. Keep reading for filth.

Warnings: Foursome sex, female worship situation gone wrong

Feat: Nanami, Higuruma, Gojo x female reader

Word Count: 489 (couldn't write anymore without questioning my sanity)

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Imagine a foursome with Nanami, Gojo, Higuruma, and yourself. You think you’ve won the jackpot, it’s your fantasy, so you ask for the ultimate female worshiping scenario. You got to choose who you wanted where. So now you’re on your hands and knees while Gojo places the softest licks on your clit as you hover your pussy over his face while Nanami thrusts softly into you, Higuruma giving you the most sensual kisses on your lips, neck and shoulders while his fingers tease your nipples. 

You may think you’ve come out on top here (figuratively) but these men talked beforehand. Ever the prescient lawyer, Higuruma stated you only said you got to choose who goes where and nothing else. With these other details left unstipulated, the wily man then stated to the others, in no uncertain terms, that they were free to do their actions as they wanted since you did not specify them previously. 

So now you’re stuck in a state of delicious torture, these 3 gorgeous, handsome men somehow simultaneously understimulating you with their unbearable gentleness, yet also overstimulating you by touching all your pleasure centers at once. You can feel yourself getting frustrated, body covered in sweat and desperate for more only for them to take things even slower, almost stopping their minimalistic actions. 

Every time you try to lower yourself onto Gojo’s face, he angles away, tongue never going harder or faster than a breath’s whisper on your swollen bud. Nanami thrusts into you so slowly, purposely angling himself so that he misses your G-spot each time by an inch. And Higuruma, smirking wickedly, barely brushing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he licks and nibbles your ears.

“Please…” you whine needily. You can feel your core slick with arousal as Nanami teasingly pulls out of you, fluid dripping out of you and being lapped up religiously by Gojo, the loud slurping noises and the squelching of your cunt too much to bear.

Higuruma grasps your chin, making you look directly at him, enjoying the tears in your pretty eyes, the hazy fucked out frustration all over your face. Nanami slowly pushes back into your wetness, every single inch of his cock being felt by your velvety walls. Your mouth falls open as you pant, struggling to keep eye contact.

“You should’ve specified your terms and conditions a little more clearly m’dear,” Higuruma says tauntingly. A short moment of inactivity ensues as all the men laugh at your state, Gojo’s snickering breaths causing his nose to bump into your clit, making you moan. Your face flushes from the unexpected humiliation. 

“But don’t fret. I imagine we’ll let you cum at least once during this affair. Although…when that’ll be…I can’t say…” he says in an earnest tone.

Your groan of frustration is lost as his mouth covers yours, and all 3 of them resume their roles, turning you into a mess as they slowly fuck you into submission.  

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[cherryxblossxms]

Cucking Buggy is all fun and good but part of me wants cuck…. Well, more like voyerist Mihawk. Poly Crossguild and the first time he just wants to watch you’re unsure what’s even going on, Crocodile started to kiss and bite down your neck and Buggy has been making whiny noises into your ear all evening and USUALLY this would be the point where Mihawk sidles up to you and takes your hand to kiss it gently and suggest taking things to the bedroom… but now he’s just sitting there in his armchair, watching with that unblinking gaze as you three are crawling naked upon the silk sheet.

He takes a sip of his wine as Buggy has you sit on his face, tonguefucking your hole like a hungry dog, muffled voice still loud between your thighs. “You seem to be enjoying yourself clown. You’re usually so desperate to stuff that cock into any hole but you haven’t even touched yourself yet. Are they really that blissful? You look like you could stay like that for hours.” You feel Buggy’s nose press against you as he nods and the vibrations of his desperate noise of affirmation against your skin. “Delightfully desperate.” Mihawk concludes, swiveling his glass.

However, Buggy’s pleasure is short lived as Crocodile yanks you of him. “Delightful.” He repeats dryly, ignoring the clowns whines. As he throws you face down, ass up into the pillows and angles himself at your hole he drawls.“But I won’t leave this bed till I am satisfied and unlike you two-“ His cock enters you, slowly enough to not make it hurt but abruptly and hard enough to surprise you and make you gasp. “I won’t be pleased by just watching alone.”

As he sets a hard pace that has you panting in short staccatos and Buggy scrambles across the bed to be closer to you once again, Mihawk tusks dismissively. “Such a brute. No patience at all. You truly are an animal Crocodile.”

You never really know when the mood to just watch will take Mihawk, sometimes he joins in anyways halfway through the act, sometimes he doesn’t even touch himself while watching. Some nights you get fucked by the other two men till you can’t think straight anymore, only faintly feeling Mihawks chm decorating your face and chest and other nights he will only assist with aftercare before wishing you all a goodnight and excusing himself to his quarters. You haven’t managed to find the pattern in these encounters yet. It’s a mystery, just like the man watching you so intently himself.

I'm sorry this reply is SO late, but I have been thinking about this message since I got it because it's just so good.

Mihawk is DEFINITELY the voyeur type. Whether or not there are other people involved, it doesn't matter.

Even though he's not touching you amidst the foursome, it feels like he's definitely in charge (though Croc would beg to differ). Making those snide comments, commenting on how fucked out you look, advising Buggy on how needy you're starting to look and clearly the clown needs to step up his game. Especially if he's not even touching himself, he just exudes that powerful energy that makes you feel like you're in the palm of his hand.

And then with Crocodile, I feel like even though only one of them is touching you, you can feel the effects of their conflicting ways of loving you and making you melt, the competition between them to see who can affect you more. Will it be the masterful physical touch of Crocodile, the way his cock moulds you to fit him perfectly and he knows exactly what buttons to press to make you melt for him? Or will it be the pure dominant energy of Mihawk, who doesn't even have to lay his hand on you for you to feel his effects, the way your heart speeds up and body starts throbbing for him?

And absolutely, even if he doesn't touch you once during the whole thing, he will give you the best aftercare. Bringing you water, a towel, or maybe even having a bath prepared in advance and washes you. Even if he's still hard from watching, even if you try to tell him you're happy to take care of his needs too, he knows your body is exhausted from everything and only wants to dote on you now.

[littleskittles325]

Something new

A/n: sorry for not posting a lot!!

Warning: Slight foursome, hickies,rough sex,p in v,dominate reader,slight sub lo’ak,watching kink,cussing

Summary: You tell lo’ak you want to try something new,and it feels like there’s no better moment.

💗Enjoyy💗

You had told lo’ak you wanted to try something new but he didn’t know what you meant, and every time you’d try to tell him he always make up something to do.

You had figured out you had some kinks you wanted to show lo’ak so you did. You saw him in a hut with neteyam and ao’nung, so you went over to him and whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t it be so dirty if I took my loincloth off in-front of your friends?” After you said that he replied with, “ Then fucking do it.” You were surprised when he said that but hey, it would something new right?

As you got up, you walk into the circle they had made while talking and untied your loincloth, revealing your soaking cunt.

When you saw both neteyam and ao’nung just staring at your wet entrance, trying to get every angle of it.they sat there,quiet for what felt like a long time.

“What y’all staring at?”Your mate asked the boys

You could see the tents rising from their loincloths, and how they wanted to just pounce on you.

You walk over to lo’ak and sit in his lap. You start make your raw pussy rub over his hard cock.

You hear whimpers from the other boys from lack pressure,needing some friction to get off with.

“Fuck,I hate it when you tease me” the man under you says.

“I know” you respond in a teasing matter, untying his loincloth in the process.

Lo’ak hisses as his sensitive tip feels the cold air, you push his shoulder back signaling to lay down and line up your entrance with his tip.

You slowly slide down and start moving,then you feel a pair hands slam you down on your mates dick and makes you scream of a new sensation. The hands stops when your hips match the rough pace.

“F-Fuck!” You scream when you feel your climax approaching.

When you feel kisses on your back, hickies being put all around your body, only make you scream louder.

As you cum you realize some marks you left on lo’ak,like bleeding scratches on his chest and his upper back, hickies his neck.

A hand cover your mouth when they see people walking past, then you feel something hot shooting up into you pussy and it’s makes you let out a loud muffled moan.

“So babes was that all you dreamt of?” Lo’ak said catching his breath.

“Half of it” you rely with a teasing grin.

All the boys looked at each other and nodded. You probably knew what they were thinking.

As they walked closer and closer you knew you were going to have a long eventful night.

[workingforitallthetime]

I know it‘s been a few years but I still occasionally think of ‚ain't like anywhere else‘. You‘ve probably moved on completely… But what did you have in mind for chapter 2? 👀🥺

this ask prompted me to open the google doc for the first time in years, so what the hell, let's exhume some remains and do some self-reflection about why part 2 was never going to work.

(all of the bits that follow are unedited material straight from the draft. i hope i've become a better writer than this over the past three years.)

Here's the opening paragraph:

Trevor was meant to be here. Not like he was born in the wrong place, since he’d never give up his birthright of New York obnoxiousness, but like it was all building to this. It’s never too hot. His body can’t soak up enough sunshine, hair sun-kissed, skin turning a permanent California brown. He’s trying to turn Jamie into a Californian but he’s stubbornly Canadian. Fishbelly white no matter how much time they spend in the sun.

the main reason part 2 didn't work is that there was really no reason for me to write my own take on the jamie/trevor origin story. it's been done, and by better writers than me. i just didn't feel the compulsion to write it, unlike the trevor/cole story, which was all mine.

anyway, the plan was to set up some tzjd undefined hooking up during their first season, and then have them stick around in california for the start of the offseason, and have cole come visit after the habs lost in the stanley cup finals (wow, remember when that happened?)

A week and a half later, there he is, waving at Trevor under the overhang at arrivals. Cole’s the most solid body Trevor knows. Dense, like he’s vacuum-packed down to size. Hugging him is like colliding with a mailbox. He presses his face into Trevor’s neck, quick, and Trevor’s not going to read anything into that. That’s just as high as Cole’s face goes.

cole's expecting trevor to get right back to hooking up with him, and trevor's not going to resist. meanwhile jamie still expects trevor to be hooking up with him. trevor sneaks in and out of bedrooms for an awkward few days. there was going to be a golf scene with cam york rounding out the foursome. i did not write any of this. here is an excerpt from my notes:

Need multiple instances of cole and jamie kind of flirting, or cole flirting with jamie and trevor able to tell that jamie likes it, and trevor’s kind of furious but he can’t say anything about it because he’s hooking up with both of them

eventually cole sees trevor sneaking out of jamie's bedroom and cole and jamie have a little talk and cole is unfazed and jamie's mind is blown. then here is the only bit i actually wrote:

It’s silent for a moment in the main room. Then Cole’s raspy voice says something, too low for Trevor to catch over the grind of the icemaker. He lifts his cup off the lever in time to hear Jamie bark a laugh in response. “Sure, yeah.” Trevor can see the TV from the refrigerator, but not the far side of the couch, where they’re sitting. He sloshes vodka over his ice, adds a splash of the first juice he sees, some pomegranate bullshit Trace left in the fridge, and rounds the corner just in time to see Cole climbing into Jamie’s lap. Kneeling over Jamie and smiling, always fucking smiling, he takes Jamie’s face in his hands and kisses him. “What the fuck?” Trevor says loudly, managing not to drop his drink on the floor. They ignore him so completely it has to be on purpose. Jamie’s eyes are closed, face tilted upward to Cole’s. Cole smiles against Jamie’s lips and rakes a hand backward through his hair, tipping Jamie’s head back so he can press in closer, kiss him deeper. Trevor knows what this is like from every possible angle. Knows what it’s like to have Cole in his lap, his smiling kisses, knows what’s under Jamie’s hands as they smooth down Cole’s back and settle on his ass. Knows what it’s like to get hard against Jamie’s stomach, feel Jamie hard underneath him. It’s like an out of body experience, seeing it all happen in front of him while he’s on the other side of the room. Jamie slips a hand under the hem of Cole’s tank top, and Trevor knows how the smooth muscles of his obliques feel, knows without even being able to see it that Jamie’s working a thumb under Cole’s waistband, rubbing it over his hipbone. He was first. He’s the tallest. And they’re just ignoring him.

i did also have some notes for the dialogue that eventually followed:

“And you could have told me you were banging your roommate now?”

“We’re not banging.”

“Oh, what are you calling it then?”

[] “Whatever you and I were doing.”

“Did Jamie get his dick sucked?”

“No?” Trevor says uncertainly, wriggling a little in Jamie’s lap. He would have sucked Jamie’s dick if he’d thought of it. That should count for something.

Jamie, patiently: “Nobody’s getting his dick sucked.”

“Trevor got his dick sucked and he owes me.”

Jamie tugs at his hair again. “I think he should pay up.”

“You can suck Jamie’s dick after. He did get silver.”

........i mean, maybe i could have made this dynamic work, if i'd gotten it written in that era. but probably not. i was much better served turning my attention to umich.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

What Just Happened? Harry openly hitting on Nacho in front of the press? by u/AM_Rike

What Just Happened? Harry openly hitting on Nacho in front of the press? Please tell me I’m not the only person who noticed this? I’m so creeped out after seeing this. This is the footage of Nacho & Delfina with Harry & Meghan lining up for the press pics. Meghan decides the ladies should be in the middle. This is where it starts getting creepy. Nacho, naturally, puts his left arm around Delfina’s shoulder. Delfina and Meghan put their arms around each other’s waists (normal when you’re squishing in together). Harry puts his right arm around Meghan’s shoulder. All normal. Then the creep-o-meter starts screeching off the charts as Harry lifts his hand off of Meghan’s shoulder and starts tenderly caressing Nacho’s hand. Not patting or pushing, but deliberate, slow, caressing-caressing.I‘ve seen this at work before when married staffers started having secret affairs. THIS was the same style of covert hand or knee or thigh caressing that these people engage in to be naughty when they think no one is watching, in a situation where they shouldn’t be doing this. I saw other pics of the foursome and it’s not visible from those angles, but it is in this particular video. It’s the thrill of being secretive but in plain sight. Delfina’s arm/elbow is still visibly around Meghan’s waist so she’s not pulling a contortionist move reaching up backwards to caress her husband’s hand. No. This is Harry. Slow down the YouTube speed to .25, if you dare. You can better see Harry leaning his head back checking to be sure that it’s Nacho’s hand. Then this cringey, pervy smile creeps across Harry’s face as he leans his head slightly forward to smile directly at Nacho while Harry is rubbing away at Nacho’s hand. Aaaack! This is not normal guy stuff. Notice the videographer somewhat zooms in on what Harry is doing. It appears he noticed this as well. Who knows? With Delfina and Meghan openly holding hands at the Cup, perhaps this is not such a secret from the wives. When you pair this with other moments of loving embraces on the polo fields that are too long and too intimate, this isn’t some silly playing of patty fingers like you’re in Kindergarten. Heebie jeebies galore guys. https://youtube.com/watch?v=tUqSFgcBld8&si=tokUKSySLcv5djai Please let me know if you see what I did? I am not a homophobe. I just know how covert cheaters behave when together in public, especially where alcohol is present. It’s inescapable from this angle. post link: https://ift.tt/rfdVZuS author: AM_Rike submitted: April 13, 2024 at 11:30AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[ridearockox]

thinkin bout who foursomes where one of them is the main focus

john-centric foursome where he's calling all the shots, whether he's telling them what to do with him or with each other (i feel like pete probably wouldnt be the kinkiest guy ever but would maybe get in on a little light domming or subbing occasionally, just for funsies)

a keith-centric foursome on the other hand would probably be him subbing for all of them, just trying to get all the attention and validation and praise he can <3

OK, but the fact that you are in my head anon??? I was just thinking abotu that exact scenario for Keith just before I got this ask?

i'm putting this behind a read more because I might have went down a very explicit path when talking about sub!Keith lol

John calling the shots is just =melts= Yes he would, either in a dom way or in a "Look, I know what I'm doing, let me just coordinate you guys" because Pete is awkward since he isn't super into kinky shit but sure he'll make an effort, this seems like a good Bonding Activity(tm) for them so OK, Roger is doing his best not to seem too eager about it (spoilers: he's really into it, maybe more than he expected, but while trying to not seem too eager he's being awkward as well), and Keith is just... behaving as himself and someone needs to control him at least just a little so he doesnt scare Pete and Roger (I'm sure him and John were the ones that talked Pete and Rog into it).

The "Keith subbing to all of them for validation and to revel into his praise kink" angle though? Chef's kiss, five stars, 10/10!!!! Specially spicy if it's post 1970 where they were all on "no fucks given" mode and doing stuff like, leaving all sorts of marks on him from hickeys to bites, and writing things all over his body in a "degrading but praising" way like "moans like a pathetic slut <3", "best bottom I've fucked", "five star blowjob". Also bonus points if Keith is restrained in some way??? Hands tied behind his back so he can't use them??? They put a ballgag on him at some point because he's being too loud and he's just drooling all over it??? /goes feral

[impeccablebackside]

ok here's the thing: munkustrap, teazer, vic, and jerrie, all in the same bed. sharing everything and everybody. would'nt that be just magnificent?

That is definitely quite the grouping anon, and I am glad you are having thoughts about it. I certainly appreciate you sharing.

Not to kill too much enthusiasm right off the bat, but I cannot see it working out so well. Munk has very little attraction to Rumple and essentially none for Mungo. They are constantly grating on his nerves and giving his life unneeded grief. Adding in Vic, who is too young for his interests (but not by that much) further hinders the scenario. In both cases, he feels almost like a father figure looking out for them in one way or another. Not at all in a sexual way in my opinion, just to clarify. Though, if you want a larger age gap or a 'daddy' type thing to explore that sort of relationship, please go ahead and feel free. They are simply not of an interest to me, so I cannot comment on them. I can see the 'daddy' thing working better for Munk all around though.

Even as a premise of meaningless fucking, without any proper emotions or feelings attached, I still have a hard time imagining it. Obviously that is merely my opinion, so do not feel like I am dismissing your wonderful ask at all anon. Taking Vic, Rumple, and Mungo together has a lot more potential than the three of them plus Munk to me. Though, I am still considering the relationship Vic and Mungo would have in a threesome with Rumple (and guess what - that is another fic topic that will eventually find its way out. Just patiently wait for it). There is nothing wrong with the silver tom, just that he does not fit in with this scenario and is the odd man tom out from my perspective. While he is not specifically a fuck-only-one-queen-type-of-tom-and-that's-it, omitting his wife Deme makes this a lot more of a challenge to see it being realistic.

If you were to swap Vic out for Deme, I think it would work out better. Deme and Mungo have a complex and longstanding relationship that has a friends with benefits angle in my mind, so there is that. Otherwise, it is still a weirder group, as Deme and Rumple would not really gel per se, and Munk and Mungo simply do not gel. With this, it would be awkward all around, and act more as pairings within the four rather than four all at once. There could be an argument that Deme would get something out of seeing Munk with someone else, but only if they are both into the other person, which would not happen in this scenario.

Anyway when speaking to your foursome, out of Vic, Rumple, and Mungo, I can see Munk most likely picking Rumple to fuck if he absolutely had to (and he could still have a go at her in 'my' foursome too, if he chose to). If it were to happen, I would think some bigger time domination type fucking would manifest whether he is consciously trying for it or not. She is just so annoying sometimes, and finally the stronger tom could express his frustration in a different outlet. Not getting much an opportunity to be rougher with his dominant side often, he would take advantage. Plus, it would definitely satisfy Rumple's fantasy to be fucked by Munk in basically every possible way. That being said and as mentioned, Munk has no attraction to Rumple, Vic, or Mungo, so this is merely speculative. Otherwise, Rumple and Vic would be good to go together, everything else not so much.

Anon, please take my sincere apologies for ruining your enthusiasm for all of this. If you up for it, I would be interested in a quick rundown of what you had in mind for these four. You would probably have a good way of enlightening me.

[thedroneranger]

Par for the Course

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Précis: You're tasked with interviewing the U.S. Navy's media darling.

Warnings: n/a—light n' fluffy

Word count: 1.5k

My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth as I did my best to appear calm. Internally, I was screaming about being late. Being punctual was never my forte, and it astounded me that my inability to properly judge the amount of time I needed to get out the door followed me this far into adulthood. At this age, I had accepted it as a flaw that friends and family just had to plan around.

Even my employer did their best to accept my lack of punctuality. My assistant went as far as to build in time buffers on my schedule. To keep me on my toes, she never told me which events she built buffers into—smart girl.

The dashboard clock stared at me as I weaved through traffic without going too much over the speed limit. "Shit, shit, shit." I sang in tune to the music.

Finally, the rolling hills of the country club we agreed to meet at came into view. After parking, I gave myself one more check in the rearview mirror before sliding out of my seat and heading for the clubhouse.

Odds were good they'd begun their tee time without me. A couple bucks would get me my own cart, and I could cruise the course in search of them.

Turns out the time I missed was a buffer time. My assistant knew me too well. The clubhouse attendant was kind enough to get me set up, so now I was just waiting on my interview subjects.

My clubs were giving me some trouble as I situated them to my liking. I nearly rocketed to the moon when someone touched my shoulder. After catching my breath, I made eye contact with a man that was definitely one of the pilots I was interviewing.

"Jake Seresin." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I took it, and then introduced myself.

"Where are your fellow pilots? I believe there are supposed to be at least three of you so we can golf a foursome."

He laughed and flashed an absolutely enamoring smile. "You'll have to settle for a twosome." Spending the morning golfing with one of America's top fighter pilots? And he was extremely soft on the eyes? I couldn't think of a less painful punishment.

The only downside to his news was that I'd have to rethink my article angle. Straight, white male, dripping testosterone, fit every stereotype our society was built on. It was a welcome challenge—as a magazine feature writer, I needed some hurdles in my work.

Once our clubs were loaded and our caddy was ready, we drove to the back nine. Jake surely didn't want to spend his entire day with me, so we'd agreed to nine holes.

Jake let me tee-off first. Surprisingly, he did not comment when I elected to hit from the white tees. We made small talk, first about golf, our hobbies and then transitioned to aviator life. Jake had already given consent, so I let Voice Memos record while we played.

Clearly, Jake was one of the U.S. Navy’s media darlings. I was tempted to ask if the Department of Defense Entertainment Media Office loaned him out with the aircraft. He was well-spoken and photographed easily. That infectious smile and deep cutting dimples could easily out-muscle Hollywood’s latest boy toy.

Heading into the 18th Hole, Jake and I were neck-and-neck. Jake was about to sink a putt for eagle, when his head jerked up and he looked directly at me. "Loser buys a round of alcoholic beverages?"

A smile curled the corners of my mouth. "Deal." He easily sank his shot. I needed to replicate his actions to keep the game alive. However, my ball was in a less favorable position. I spent a few minutes staring at the hole and then at my ball. Finally, I readied myself and sank the long putt for eagle. 

"You made that look too easy," Jake commented.

I shrugged. "I guess those Sundays golfing with Dad really paid off."

His eyebrows rose in excited surprise. "That's how I like to spend time with my old man.” We exchanged smiles as we bagged our clubs and climbed into our cart.

Being a fighter pilot wasn't just about flying, it was also about competition. And Jake was as competitive as they come. Naturally, he was unable to let the game finish in a stalemate, so we golfed three more sudden-death holes. We matched each other stroke for stroke until Jake hit a putt too hard and it hopped over the hole. I softly sank a putt to win.

Surprisingly, he took the loss rather well. He shook my hand and gave me one of his lethal smiles. I had a feeling I was one of very few people to beat Jake at something.

We loaded into our cart headed back to the clubhouse for lunch. Jake and I walked side-by-side into the clubhouse—amazing what walking into a place with an attractive man would get you. The waitstaff immediately doted on him and were practically falling over themselves to seat us.

I excused myself to freshen up. Upon my return, I found not one but two servers at our table. Jake had them eating out of the palm of his hand. When I arrived it was as if I didn't exist. Jake finally shooed them away by turning his attention to me.

"Are you a regular here, Mr. Seresin?" I asked, mocking the hospitality.

"Yes, yes I am, Ms." he winked at me as he drained his water.

"I do believe you have a debt to fulfill." I was referring to his drinks bet on the 18th Hole.

"Yes, yes I do." He summoned one of the eager waitstaff so we could place our order. It practically killed her that she had to also take my order.

While we awaited our meal, Jake and I continued to chat. The interview was long over. Our conversation skewed much more personal. In fact, Jake was asking me more questions than I was asking him. "Are you single?" Jake wasn't one to beat around the bush.

I smiled and swirled my cocktail around my glass before looking back at him. "Yes." He raised a brow, silently pressing me to explain, "I've dated a long string of pricks and just gave up."

He laughed, "My story is something like that."

"Come on! People are practically falling over themselves to be noticed by you." I shifted my gaze to the two servers at the ready for Jake's next beckon. His cheeks got the slightest blush—another thing I don't think happened often to Jake.

He laughed. "It's hard to find a woman that looks past my exterior or profession. Most claim to be ok with the demands of my job, but it always ends up our undoing," he explained.

"Mhmm." I nodded. "Men aren’t any less insecure," I replied, thinking about how hard it was to find someone who didn’t feel like they were competing with my job.

Our lunch arrived, and we spent the next hour eating between conversation. We even ordered a second round of drinks. Our plates had been cleared, and we were finishing our beverages when my phone vibrated. My boss's name flashed on the screen. "My apologies, I need to take this. Give me just a couple minutes." Jake nodded in acknowledgement as I scooted away from the table.

My boss was just looking for an update. We chatted for five minutes, and then I kindly ushered my boss off the phone to not keep Jake waiting any longer.

I pocketed my phone and headed back to Jake. "Sorr—" I cut myself off, finding our table empty. I looked at the busser.

"This is for you." He slid a cocktail napkin across the table. There was a note scribbled on it.

Sorry, I had to jet—lost track of time. I'm due back to the base for training. Thanks for a great interview. I'd love to take you out for a proper date. Call me. Jake

A grin crept across my face. Thank God he had decent handwriting. I clutched his note in my hand as I dug my phone out and added his number, which he had included.

On the walk out, I stopped at the hostess stand to settle our bill.  "It's all taken care of," the hostess said. I raised an eyebrow. "Courtesy of Mr. Seresin." We exchanged smiles.

As I unlocked my car and slid into the driver's seat, I looked at Jake's note one last time before putting it into my purse. My fingers thrummed on the steering wheel as I stared out the windshield. Pursing my lips, I dug back into my purse and pulled out the note. Without hesitation, I typed his number into the contact field of a new message, composed a flirty reply and pressed send. I dropped my phone in the cup holder, pushed the ignition button and headed home.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

no thoughts, just a foursome with keizo, wakasa, n takeomi 😩

keizo n wakasa calling u such sweet names while takeomis teasing the hell outta u

Alright ALRIGHT I'm WRITIN IT

To-Go Order: Takeomi Akashi, Keizo Arashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 700

tw: smut

masterlist

"Shit," Takeomi whispers, his back leaning against the brick wall. "You look so fucking hot."

"Damn right," Wakasa hisses.

"Fuck yeah."

You have two hands and one mouth, which seems like enough for you to handle the three men in front of you and the one behind you.

"Slutty waitress isn't what I originally thought of when you said 'to-go'," Keizo mutters, fingers nestled deep inside of your cunt. "But this is..."

"Amazing," Shin finishes as you take him into your mouth, switching from one cock to another. You bob your head in time with your hips, fucking yourself on Keizo's fingers while trying to take in as much cock as possible before coming back up for air.

"Let me fuck that face," Wakasa grunts, taking your head in both hands and guiding his length toward your waiting lips.

"Mmm," you groan, letting the smaller man lace his fingers through your hair before rapidly pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

"That's it," Waka mumbles. "Take that cock down your throat." Tears threaten to spill over your lids as he continues to control your head. "Look at me," he breathes, and you angle your eyes up, staring at his reddened face. You're making those noises he likes, that much you can tell.

The sloppy noises - combined with too much saliva and not enough air - drive Waka wild. It's almost as if he's entirely at your mercy while he cums in your mouth, the bitter taste of semen hitting your tongue. "Swallow. Don't waste it." The order is followed by you swallowing every single drop of cum.

"Let me play with that mouth," Takeomi chimes in, his eyes hooding with lust. "Think you can take my cum down your throat?" You make a strangled noise while Keizo enters you from behind, his cock stretching you out while Takeomi slides past your lips. Your hands fly to his thighs while he performs a similar routine, moving your head to some unknown beat while Keizo whispers obscenities behind you.

"Look at her," Waka chuckles, pulling up his pants. "She looks so fucked out."

"Not yet," Shin murmurs, stroking himself slowly. "I still need my turn."

"You'll get yours," Keizo sighs. "Just need to get mine real quick. I'm close."

"Fuck," Takeomi bites out, pushing your face against his balls. "Right there, right there, right there..." The man above you lets out one sharp cry as he cums down your throat - as promised - and you attempt to swallow, throat bucking against his tip. When he finally sets you free, you gasp for air, bracing yourself on Takeomi's legs and leaning forward.

"You like this, don't you?" Keizo wonders, holding your hips in both hands as he speeds his thrusts up. "Like it when we use you like a fucktoy, huh?"

"Yeah," you whine, sniffing. "I like it..."

"Good girl," Shin purrs, tapping his cockhead against your closed lips. "That's our good girl."

"Fuck me, Shin," you beg softly, body trembling. "Please, fuck me, please."

"Keizo's fucking you right now," Shin answers, frowning. "That isn't enough for you?"

"Please," you repeat, a little louder this time. "Want to feel you inside of--"

"No," Shin tuts, shaking his head. "Not yet. I don't feel like you've been broken in enough." His thumb swipes at a tear tracking down your cheek. "Can't have that, now can we?"

Various words of dissent echo around you, and you whimper, opening your mouth to taste him. Shin pulls back, still holding his dick in his hand, like always.

Keizo's hips stutter, and he cums into the condom with soft grunts and punctuated deep thrusts. Shin takes this as his sign to pump his cock a little faster. His eyes screw shut as he leans back, trying to capture that helpless look on your face forever. "Oh, fuck," he grunts, fisting himself to completion all over your face. Your doe-eyed, panting, too-clean face. Cum spurts onto your nose, your eyelids, your mouth... Shin sighs and leans back against the recycling bin, his hand hanging limply by his side while he examines his work.

"Wonder what you'll come up with next time, y/n."

[zoros-bandana]

Could I request a threesome with zoro x ace x f reader?

okay I was very excited to write this. This is honestly my dream situation. (Besides maybe a foursome which includes Law) (maybe I'll write one of those at a later time but anyways) I love my boys sm I hope you enjoy. (I’m actually kind of excited about this one and the different angles from all three characters to begin with)

Conditions

(NSFW)

Zoro (shy at first but rough dom/switch) x Ace (encouraging but demanding dom) x female reader (needy sub)

Warning: threesome, m oral, vaginal sex, anal, cream pie, praises, dirty talk, swearing

Summary: After Ace joining the Strawhats in Alabasta, the two of you get close; preparing to do more with what you have. However, there was one person you couldn’t do it without.

Word Count: 3,500

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Ever since the fire fist joined your group for this mission he stuck by your side. He was kind and beautiful and witty; not to mention his physique and devil fruit abilities. The way you both worked through the desert was easy, your minds working as one to help out your captain and crew. You both seemed to be drawn to one another; however there was one tiny hiccup. Zoro. Ever since you joined the crew at the East Blue, you had a soft spot for the swordsman. He seemed to be brute to everyone, but to you he was anything but. Sure, he had his moments of stubbornness, but he treated you differently, even you could admit to that. Nami would often tease how different he would treat you compared to the rest of the crew, to which he would deny, hiding somewhere on the ship for the rest of the day out of embarrassment. In battle he would guard you more than the rest, not because you were weak in a fight, in fact, you could hold your own quite well, he just needed to protect you from harm. All he wanted to do was keep you safe.

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Zoro took a long swing of his beer, enjoying the hidden oasis in the corner of the room. Everyone around him was deep in conversation, but he only listened to the sweet murmurs and chuckles of your voice. His eyes flicked over to where you sat; on a stool next to the fire fist. Again. Great. He thought Luffy would have tried to keep Ace to himself, catching up on old times and enjoying each other’s company. Or so he wished. He hated seeing you so close to someone. He hated the way he looked at you; like you were the last bit of rain in a drought. Zoro wanted you all to himself and wished you wanted him just as much. The way you were so delicate and soft under his gaze. How you’d laugh and your eyes would wrinkle. How sweetly melodic your voice was. How incredibly compassionate and strong you were. He loved every part of you. He needed every part of you. His eyes locked with yours, the warmth radiating through his entire body. You continued chatting to Ace, leaning in closer to him, still chatting away like you weren’t making lustful eyes at someone else. The fire fist laughed at your words, making you look away from Zoro. Dammit, he thought to himself. He hated losing you to him. However, the fire fist rose from his seat, almost like he read his mind, and headed to go back inside. Zoro smirked at his luck, looking back over at you freely once more. You chugged down your drink, placing it down next to you and made your way over to where Zoro sat, a smile etched in your beautiful lips.

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“So” you questioned, resting your elbows on your knees “what do you think?” Ace clicked his tongue not really knowing how to respond to your request “Zoro?” You nodded “yes. I know he can be a bit… standoffish. But he really is sweet and I just thought well…” “that you want the both of us in a threesome?” You nodded again. Your eyes looked over to Zoro, who sat in the corner as usual, surrounded by copious amounts of alcohol. You met his soft grey eyes and leaned in closer to Ace, never taking your eyes from Zoro. “I know this probably isn’t what you expected when I said I had one condition… but I won’t do it without him” you mumbled, making him laugh. “Well I must admit it isn’t exactly what I expected from you, love. But by the way he’s looking at you now I don’t think it will take much convincing on his end…”. You broke eye contact with Zoro, looking over at Ace “you think so?” He nodded “oh definitely”. He rose from his spot, smiling down devilishly at you “I’ll meet you both in the bedroom in say ten minutes?” He winked, walking off towards the door. You sighed nervously, chugging down the rest of your drink, sitting it down on the floor next to you. Swearing under your breath you rose up, making your way over to Zoro with a weak smile.

“Hey” your voice came out shaking “can I talk to you for a second?” His eyes laced with worry hearing your voice crack, nodding as he attempted to move aside. You stopped him, resting yourself up onto his lap, looping an arm around his neck so he would look at you better. He stiffened seeing you so close to him; seeing how wonderfully beautiful you are so close. His eyes fluttered around the room, anywhere but at you, not knowing where to look. “Zoro?” You began, his eyes finally resting on you at the call of his name “I like you, a lot”. He blinked a few times at you, confused. You sighed, continuing on “and I know you’re not stupid… Ace and I have become quite… close… since he joined us”. You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes at the next part “we want to have sex but I told him that I had one condition and that condition is that you were to join us too”. It was quiet. Dead quiet. You could probably hear the wind blowing if it wasn’t for Luffy’s faint singing in the distance. He cleared his throat, shifting under you “like the three of us together?”. “Yes” you nodded “like a threesome”. He was quiet again, taking in all that you said. You shut your eyes tighter, expecting the worst to spill from his lips. “I like you too, (y/n)…” he mumbled, taking a long swig from his drink, finishing it. He slammed it down onto the table, thinking deeply “when did you want this to happen?” Your heart skipped a beat “in like five or so minutes?” you guessed, shrugging. He nodded “and you will be there, yeah?” You nodded. “And I get to sleep… with you?” You nodded. “Only you?” You nodded. “If that is how you wish tonight to go, yes”. He paused. “Okay”. You snapped your eyes open, looking up at him, his grey eyes looked sheepish but excited “if it means I get to be with you, then yes. I will do it”. You smiled up at him, planting a kiss gently on the edge of his lips, an excited squeal shaking you off him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the bedroom, running as fast as you could to get to Ace.

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Ace plonked himself onto the bed with a heavy sigh. When he agreed to help out his kid brother he didn’t expect to find you. He didn’t expect to see you in Alabasta of all places. Someone so angelic as you. It almost seemed alien to find you in the desert. The first time he laid eyes on you he knew you were something special; something he wanted. The way the both of you fit together so perfectly, he wanted to experience that with you in all aspects. However, he knew you always had a thing for the swordsman. The way you looked at him; so gentle and warm. He could tell by the way you both spoke to each other, like you both have been in love your whole lives. How close he would stand to you in battle, ready to take his life for you at any moment. The way you patched him up after a battle, the way your hands touches his skin. He wasn’t an idiot. He should’ve seen this coming; knowing you wanted him too. When he asked you to be with him, the way you looked up at him, your eyes wide in shock, held an uncertainty. And now he knew why. He rose into a seated position hearing a knock on the door, taking a shaky breath before you both entered the room.

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You knocked on the door gently before stepping inside, Zoro shyly following behind. Ace smiled as you entered, sitting on one of the beds, his back against the headboard. He smiled, motioning you to both come closer to him. You stepped towards him, dropping Zoro’s hand on the way and plopped yourself down in Ace’s lap, straddling him. You quickly flashed Zoro a reassuring smile to which he just grunted in response. “He’s a little shy…” you whispered down into Ace’s ear, to which he just nodded understandably. “Well how about we show him there’s nothing to be shy about, yeah?” He slapped your ass, gripping it firmly. You nodded, leaning down, kissing him gently, trying to ignore the guilty feeling in your chest knowing Zoro was watching you both. He rocked your hips against him, building up your need for each other; his bulged cock rubbing against your wet panties. He started nibbling at your neck, leaning your head over to look at Zoro, who watched you both intensely. He shoved you back softly, gripping your legs into the air, his lips trailing up your legs. He bent down, reaching for the waistband of your skirt, tugging it off alongside your panties; with the added help of you wiggling them off your legs. He threw your clothes to the side and rubbed his thumb around your slick making you squirm. “Wanna come feel how wet she is already?” Ace motioned to Zoro who just shook his head, his eyes laying on your wet cunt. “Suit yourself” he helped to lift you back up straddling him, your hands undoing his pants, freeing his member from its caged environment. It slapped harshly against his abdomen, his beautiful length and soft pink tip making you groan in excitement. You gave him a few eager pumps, rising from his lap to line it up at your entrance; a few moans coming from him. As you began to slowly squat down, you both moaned in unison, sloppy swears mimicking from your voices at each other. Your fingers gripped into his shoulder, the sting of his cock stretching you out felt unbearably wonderful, your walls clenching in a slicked motion around him. You began to bounce up and down his length, forcing him deeper, the slicked muscle rubbing against your walls in a wonderful friction. Your head went back, your mouth hung wide open as Ace assisted in your movements, thrusting himself up into you. Your hands went to his thighs, adjusting your angle back, your friction now coming from the rolling of your hips against him. One of Ace’s hands went around your neck, gently holding you in place as he began to jackhammer harder up into you, feverish cries filling the room. Zoro thought he was going to be sick watching Ace fuck you like this. But he also couldn’t help how turned on he was hearing your sweet melody and the pleasure planted on your face. He could feel his face grow hot. With pleasure? With anger? He wasn’t too sure. “You’ve done this before” Zoro snarled at you both. “No” you shook your head, looking over at him with great honesty, your hand reaching out on Ace’s chest to slow him down so you could talk to him. “No, I would never. I was waiting for you, Zoro. I wouldn’t do this without you”. He blushed, embarrassed, the harsh tint across his sculptured cheeks glowing as he mumbled something under his breathe. “Cmon now, Zoro, look at her” Ace gripped your head still, your eyes still locked on the swordsman next to you “she wants you”. You reached your arm out to him, a pleading look in your eyes, begging for him to take your hand. “Please come and join us”. He shifted uncomfortably, looking away from the both of you, blushing again at your request. Ace slowly thrusted up from under you again, his cock rutting deeper inside you; a long moan escaped you making him laugh. “Doesn’t she sound beautiful?” he asked Zoro, looking over at him for his answer. Zoro grunted, not really knowing what else to say, his eyes fluttering over at you nervously before back away again. Ace began to thrust harder into you again, faster, holding your waist with a gritted force, making you scream out. “She wants you to be doing this to her,

swordsman. Not me. It’s you she really wants” he gritted, trying to convince him, shooting him a serious look “it’s you she wants to be fucking up into her like this, stretching her out”. You nodded, whimpering “he’s right Zoro, I need you so bad”. Slowly, Zoro stepped towards you both in anxious movements. He was mere inches now from the bed, so close you could grab him if Ace allowed you to. Before you had the chance to, Ace spun you around, your back now pressed into him. “Be a good girl and face him, yeah?” He planted a kiss to your shoulder, helping you to get off his lap, a lewd squelch filled the room as he exited your hole.

He bent you over onto all fours, your head facing Zoro, lining himself back up at your entrance behind you. He entered you slowly, the stretch creating a wonderful familiar sting inside you, making you cry out. As he started thrusting back into you, you looked up, watching Zoro as he watched Ace fuck himself into you from behind. His hand went down to his crotch, adjusting himself carefully, your eyes however noticing the sizeable bulge in his pants. You moaned, eyeing off his bulge, licking your lips. Ace laughed “she’s so needy for you, Zoro. Let her touch you”. He grunted something to himself before kneeling on the bed in front of you, making you laugh out in relief. Your hand reached out to his pants, rubbing against the bulge “please take it out for me”. He hesitated but finally gave into your requests, unbuckling his pants, pulling them down to his knees. His large cock sprung out, almost hitting you in the face, as it slapped up into the air. You leaned forward, adjusting yourself to reach him, licking your tongue up the underside of his cock. He shivered at your touch, his hand resting down onto the top of your head, keeping it in place. “Ya gonna please him, love?” Ace questioned, still rutting himself into you “or are you going to tease the poor guy?” Zoro hummed in agreement, pressing your face into his cock with a newfound confidence. You nodded, attempting to find your lips to his gorgeous mocha tip, sliding it gently into your mouth. He moaned out, his head going back, loud swears echoed from his mouth. “Isn’t she heaven?” Ace encouraged “you should try what she’s like down here”. Zoro grunted, shoving himself deeper into your mouth, thrusting away, his voice almost drowned out by the lewd gagging of his length down your throat. “Well maybe if someone wasn’t hogging my girl’s sweet little cunt maybe I could” he snapped. Hearing him talk like this above you made you groan around him, the vibrations making his legs buckle for a second. “Ugh you like that? Being called my girl?” He cooed, stroking your hair “that’s right you belong to me, don’t you”. You nodded, choking on his cock, reassuring him who you belonged to.

Both men continued to abuse your holes, loud sounds coming from above and behind you as they rode out their pleasures with your body. The room started to become hot and thick, heavy breathing circling the room, sweat dripping from each of your bodies. You stayed on all fours, helplessly stuck under their control, their cocks stretching you out from either side. You attempted to look up when you heard a crash of moans and slopping sounds, meeting both of them kissing above you. Both of them battled for dominance against each other, their tongues ferociously dancing and teeth clashing. You knew it had to be Ace to have initiated the kiss, Zoro still too shy to initiate himself, but seeing him so stubborn and willing to fight for his own dominance made it better somehow. You started clamping harder around them both, a long groan vibrating Zoro’s cock watching them make out above you. You popped his cock out of your mouth, panting heavily “not fair”. You grabbed onto Ace’s arm, signalling for him to slow down so you could move, and leaned up to meet the boys. All three of you attempted to make out with each other, tongues and spit flying as all your lips crashed uncoordinatedly into each other. Slowly, Ace pulled away, letting you take his place, making out harshly against Zoro. You were less dominant than Ace, making it easier for Zoro; his tongue finding his way into your mouth within seconds of your lips fully meeting. Ace pulled out of you, your walls creating a harsh suction making him groan as he finally popped out of you. He whispered something into your ear to which you grunted in response, still attached to Zoro. Together, you both moved, pulling Zoro down, your legs now on front of you, sitting on Ace’s lap. You attempted to push Zoro’s legs down into a sitting position so he was in front of you, to which he happily complied.

Ace slid himself into your ass, groaning as your hole compressed around his throbbing cock. “So fuckin tight… cmon Zoro, I’m not gonna last much longer when she’s like this” he mumbled, his face pressed into your back. You parted your lips from him, sitting back against Ace, spreading your legs out wider for him “please”. He sat there looking at you both cluelessly, taking a while to understand what the two of you were planning. Your eyes fluttered between your dripping hole and his eyes, hoping he would understand. His eyes widened in realisation, grunting as he inched himself closer to you, lining himself up at your hole; playing in your juices for a few seconds. His cock twitched against your swollen clit a few times, making you jolt, clamping back around Ace who just hissed out, gripping your waist tighter. Zoro finally slid himself inside you, savouring every inch that came into contact with your slick gummy walls. A loud, long grunt parted his lips, his head lulling down, his lips meeting your forehead. Ace just nodded, understanding what he meant. “Heaven?” “Heaven” he agreed, resting himself fully inside you. His long arm wrapped around the back of Ace, pulling you both closer to him for support. Slowly, he began inching himself in and out, building up a quick pace of deliciously hot friction. Ace began to join in, matching his rhythmic thrusts, both thrashing your holes in a fast motion. You bounced between the two boys, sandwiched in a sweaty confinement filled with lustful sounds; Ace gripping you waist, Zoro gripping your arm. All three of your calls rung through the room as you chased your highs, not knowing how much longer of this hot mess any of you could take. You were the first to break, cumming around Zoro, milking his cock so perfectly you could see his eyes roll back in pleasure. “Holy fuck, (y/n)” he cried, his head going back as you came down from your high. You leaned back into Ace, panting, Zoro still thrusting himself into you; now with the extra bonus of a thick white ring around the base. Ace wrapped his arms around you, keeping you flush against him as they both came to the end of their ride. Ace was next, moaning into your hair as he filled your ass up with his salty cum, stuttering behind you as he did. He sucked on your neck as he finished, whining inaudible praises as he dripped from your ass. Zoro didn’t care you were both done, gripping your legs up, hooking them over his shoulders. He continued to pound himself into you, knowing he waited so long for this. Ace noticed the determine look in his eye, watching him pound away into you in front of him. He leaned down to your neck again, kissing and sucking at the skin, his hand tweaking your clit in his fingers. Zoro drowned out the sound of your cries, mixed with the faint sounds of Ace’s praises on your skin, focusing on how you felt wrapped around him; lost in his own pleasure. “Don’t cum yet, Zoro. She’s not there yet” Ace ordered, his eyes flickering up to the swordsman in front of him “I know she would want to cum with you this time”. Zoro’s eyes went down to you, watching your head nod weakly, your body shaking at the pressure building. His eyes shut tight as he focused on cuming with you, waiting for the tightening sensation to sweep around his cock again. You reached out, whimpering, your hand gripping into the skin of Zoro’s arm, letting him know you were close. He grunted in response, thrusting at a sloppy pace, knowing he was on the edge. You cried out against him, your head going back into Ace as you came again, Zoro finally joining you. He grunted, pushing his seed deep inside you, watching your spasming body below him. You both sat there panting, Ace already caught his breath, chuckling against your skin. “Well then” he smiled at you both, “shall we do this again some time?”

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