#k.walsh 21

[daphwritesworld]

#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part one]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, breath play, Keira bending reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (r receiving)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit and ass spanks, not even semi-public sex they straight up some nasty horn dogs in this club, being heard going to pound town, 3sum, mentions of strap-ons but no penetration (YET AYYYE)

synopsis: You've always been a perfect submissive for your girlfriend…but what happens when you decide to break that good girl persona she's grown so accustomed to? And what happens when you enroll her best friend to help you? Lord help you, girl.

word count: 4.5k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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“You better get your girl, Kei!” A very drunk Alexia laughs out, “Before your best friend does.” 

Keira’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, her eyes searching out to where her captain’s sights are set. And oh what a sight she is met with— you, her sweet angel, pressed up against Leah on the dance floor. You’re still high off the win, and even more elated from seeing your old English teammates celebrating with you. It’d been quite a day at the UEFA, both of your groups collecting a victory in your matches. 

Now here you are, three shots deep and your adrenaline making you act out a lot more than you normally would. You’re usually such a good girl for Keira. An absolute picture perfect sub— admired by all who saw the two of you interact. She loves the way you heed her every word, never arguing or disagreeing when she tells you to do something. So it’s a surprise to her when you just smile at her, and grind your ass back against Leah when she motions for you to come towards her. 

Keira feels her jaw clench as her fingers tighten around the glass in her hand, and she makes the continuous decision to set it down before she ends the night early getting stitches. She starts making her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving yours as she does. Leah’s whispering something in your ear, and you bite your lips at whatever it is. A blush crossing your cheeks as you finally break the intense gaze of your girlfriend. Leah’s hands are circling around your middle now, her palms resting low on your abdomen as she presses you against her front even tighter. 

You can hear your heart thumping in your ears now. A pit deepens in your stomach as Keira rapidly approaches you, her hand instantly wrapping around your wrist as she yanks you into her body. You stumble at first, your free hand coming up to balance yourself against her chest. You feel like your blood is molten lava under your skin, and you aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or your actions that’s causing the burning sensation to pump through your veins. 

Maybe it’s the good girl deep inside of you burning alive from the guilt of acting out…but the sexy look on your girlfriend’s face quickly sweeps that notion from your mind. I mean how could you feel guilty when your pussy is throbbing from the way her nails angrily dig into your skin…you should right? You should feel guilty about how much it turns you on to see her jealous and hot headed with anger, but it doesn’t. It only makes you smile up at her as your hands go behind you to find her best mate, and pull her back against your body. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her hands move down to your waist as she tightens her grip there, knocking Leah’s away in the process. 

“Well, I wasn't just gonna sit on your lap all night because you didn’t wanna dance with me,” you make sure to roll your eyes as you say it— playing up on the brattiness to test her boundaries in front of company. It feels so much safer to do it with so many eyes on you. Because in your mind, what can she really do to you in a room full of hundreds of people? 

So it inflates your confidence, your ego, and your desire for her to break you back down into a pliable little sub. It’s like you have a sugar rush from all the praise and sweetness she’s always shown you, but you’re finally coming down from the high…and boy are you crashing HARD. You’re craving to see the rougher side of your sickly sweet girlfriend has been growing steadily for weeks now. At least, ever since she let it slip that she’s a brat tamer during a drunk truth or dare last month.

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You had called her out with a big hearty laugh, “Oh Kei, come on! You’re like the total opposite of that. You’ve never even raised your voice at me, let alone spank me back into my place!”

“Yeah, because you already know that it’s underneath me. Brats are like wild animals, and you’re more like a house cat, babe. No need to tame a kitten when you’re used to dealing with lions.”

It was like a light went off in your head after that— a deep seated need to be broken then put back together by her. A kitten? Oh, you’ll show her a god damn kitten.

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Your feet must’ve gone into auto pilot, because your brain is just now playing catch up. You hadn’t even realized you’re being dragged through the crowd. At least, not until you hear a chorus of teasing shouts from the mix of your former and current teammates behind you. The door to the bathroom flies open just as Mariona makes sure to yell out for you both to “Usa protección, chicas!”

Keira doesn’t even check to see if all the stalls are empty. She just pushes you into the first one she sees. You go to speak, but you’re cut off by her hand coming up and locking around your throat. “Spread your fucking legs.” 

Your eyes widen at her statement, hesitation clear as you make no move to follow her demands. “B-but we’re in pub—“ you’re cut off by a growl coming out of the older girl in front of you, “And I don’t give a damn, y/n. If you wanna act like a slut, then i’ll treat you like one…” She pushes you up against the stall door, her chest vibrating against yours as she lightly laughs. 

“And sluts don’t get fucked on nice comfy beds, do they?” Her eyes flicker up to yours before she leans down to press a couple kisses up your neck. A few more condescending giggles come out of her too, slightly tickling your skin in her wake. When she pulls away it’s like you can see the switch flip behind her eyes, because suddenly her voice is back to being as stern as the look on her face. “They get finger fucked in dirty bathroom stalls with their panties hanging around their ankles.”

You can’t help the moan that slips out from your lips at her words. You’ve never seen or heard this side of her before. It's exhilarating and makes your head spin with every second that passes. So you finally start listening and slowly begin to pry your legs apart. It must be too slow though, because next thing you know Keira is spreading them for you. As she pushes your short little dress up to bunch up around your waist, it’s her turn to let a moan slip from her mouth. You went out in an dress this short without panties on, and let someone else touch you? Oh dear lord in heaven— Keira is battling demons. She lets her hand around your throat come down and pull one of your legs up onto her shoulder. It burns a little from the stretch, but she knows how flexible you are. She’s seen you bend yourself like a pretzel just for fun– so she knows you can handle this. 

“You let her touch my pussy?” It’s asked in a scarily calm tone. One that has a shiver running down your spine as you sink further into her intense gaze. 

You can’t even react right away, brain too fuzzy from the newfound domination radiating off your girlfriend. Your mouth moves before the words can start forming, stuttering out fragments your brain can’t seem to currently process. You get snapped out of it when you feel a spank land onto your throbbing clit. It makes you jolt in her hold, and a cracked whine to rip out of your throat. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before, dancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I asked you a question, y/n.” She’s giving you another opportunity to be good for her, and you bite your lip as you weigh your options. You could listen now, but would that really get you what you want? “Answer me or I swear to god I won’t touch you for a month,” well never fucking mind we got Miss party pooper over here. Your eyes snap up to hers as the pout on your lips starts to form. 

“No,” you cross your arms over your chest. “...but I might if you don’t hurry up and fuck me alre–” you get cut off by the another yelp leaving your lips. She’s landing another slap to your clit, this time with a little more force. There are tears gathering in your waterline now, and it makes Keira ruin her underwear a little more than she’d like to admit.

Is she upset? Yes. Is she more turned on than ever? Also yes. She’s prided herself on the fact she’s never had to punish you. Always bragging about you and your streak of being an unmatched good girl. So it’s hurting her ego a little bit to see you act this way. Has she been too sweet on you? Spoiled you to the point of being rotten? Well, now she has to correct those mistakes, and she will do it wherever she sees fit. You wanna be a brat in front of all your friends and a bunch of drunk strangers? That’s fine. You can all learn together what a lesson from Keira entails. 

There’s something so intoxicating about you being bad, though. It’s filling her body with this tingling feeling, like all her nerves are vibrating from the adrenaline rushing to her head. It’s like an extinguished fire that’s been buried in her chest, and you’ve just reignited it by tenfold. Something low in her gut started to twist when she saw you pressed up against Leah. Not jealousy per se, something more carnal. 

The blonde defender has always been a trouble maker, and Keira can’t help but get turned on when she thinks of her best friend corrupting you. Leah is the only person in the world to know your girlfriend better than you. They have years of built up trust, memories, and experiences together. Leah knows every single way to push her buttons…and she knew when Keira saw her whispering naughty little encouragements into her sweet girlfriend’s ear, that it’d set her over the edge. 

“I’m getting real sick of your smart ass mouth, y/n,” Keira’s words are spoken so low and deep you think you might pass out right here. You could drown in her velvety smooth voice, getting lost in the way her tone drops as her patience wears thin. 

“Then why don’t you do something about it—”

She cuts you off by plunging two of her fingers into your mouth. You gag at first, surprised by the intrusion as you try to calm your throat around her digits. Keira uses her other hand to grab the back of your head to keep you in place, and with that she starts fucking your mouth. She’s so close to your face that you can feel her breath dusting across your cheeks. She keeps her eyes locked onto your mouth, enchanted by the sight before her. She can hear the squelching of your spit coating her fingers, and it only adds to the erotic scene playing out between the two of you. She thrusts into your mouth for a few minutes, making sure you get them wet enough. 

When she's satisfied she pulls them out, tapping your lips before she runs them down your body. She lets her nails scratch you as they move down your abdomen, leaving goosebumps to wise behind in their path. She skips over your pussy, letting her nails run along your inner thigh. A shiver takes over your body at the feeling, a new sense of arousal flooding in through your body. You try to cock your head down to watch her hand, but you're stopped by the one still holding your head in place. "Please, Kei! I need you, baby!" You don't care how loud or desperate you sound— this is torture. 

"Oh so now you need me, huh? What happened to that big bad attitude you had earlier? All gone now that your pussy isn't getting stuffed?" This time you cower from the laugh she lets out after she speaks. It's dark and menacing; a side of her you didn't even know existed. 

You manage the best pout you can muster up, eyes all wide and innocent as you lightly reach for her arm. "I always need you, Kiera." 

"That's not true, now is it? You looked more than satisfied out there with Leah," Keira watches as your face heats up, holding back the grin that's pulling at her lips. "Was it me or her who made you this wet, baby? Maybe I should go get her and let her clean this mess up—" 

It's you cutting her off this time, "N-No! I only get this wet for you— I swear! Just please touch me, okay? Please, I'll do anything!" 

A wicked grin breaks out across her face, "Anything?" 

You think you might smash your skull into the stall door behind you if she doesn't stop teasing you. Does she know how absolutely fucking sexy she is right now? And does she know how torturous it is to not be touched when you've craved this version of her? "Yes, fuck— anything! Please, baby…" You choke the last couple words out, a cry clogging your throat as your frustration builds. 

She must take some pity on you, because she listens to you. She starts by rubbing through your folds, collecting your wetness. A small string of your arousal connects to her finger tips as she moves to rub your clit. It makes a moan pour out of your lips, back arching into her touch as it lights your body aflame. "Thank you, baby!" 

Keira's hand on your head moves to your front, ripping the top of your dress down so she has access to your chest. She knew you hadn't worn a bra tonight, and honestly she's proud she's lasted this long before tearing it off. Her mouth goes straight to your tits, lips enclosing around your nipple as her free hand comes up to pinch at the other one. She lets two of her fingers slide into your pussy; not giving you a second to adjust before she's jack hammering into them. Her palm hits your clit perfectly, sending jolts of electricity from your core up to your spine with every thrust. You somehow arch your back even deeper, pushing your boobs further into your girlfriend's mouth. 

"Feels s-so fucking g-goood!" You're slurring your words already, brain fogging up from the pleasure she's giving you. 

You feel her laugh against your chest, the vibrations of it moving from your nipple down to your core. She pulls her face back after the pretty noise you let out from the action, a bodeful look overtaking her features. "Admit you liked Leah's hands on you," It makes your pussy gush into her hand. "I-I didn't!" You feel the heat rise back to your cheeks, and the tips of your ears turning bright red. That's how Keira always knows when you're lying, because of the cherry tomato tint that covers them. It always gives you away. 

Her fingers curl up into your g-spot just as the bathroom door opens, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth...but Keira stops you. Her one hand captures both of your wrists, and she pins them above your head. That leaves you to bite down onto your bottom lip, trying with all your might to stay quiet. Keira rolls her eyes at that, slipping a third finger into your dripping cunt before increasing the speed and force behind her thrusts. The burn of the stretch is what breaks you, a pitiful moan echoing out across the tiled room. You don't even notice how hard you'd bit your lip until Keira's bending down to suck the blood off of it. 

It's so dirty and taboo…so nasty. You genuinely had no idea how much of a fucking freak your girlfriend is….and you definitely didn't' know how much you'd enjoy it. She's ruining you with every second that passes, and ingraining a need for this kind of treatment, at least weekly. Keira doesn't know it yet, but she is destroying the good girl she once created. 

"M'Gonna cum!" You slur it out as your eyes cross, legs shaking as Keira keeps you held up with her weight. Your eyesight is blurring out as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge…then it's gone. Just as fast as your high came about, it vanishes along with her fingers.  She takes your leg on her shoulder off, softly setting it back down on the ground as you groan out from the discomfort. You feel tears gather in your eyes at the empty feeling left in your pussy. You go to open your mouth to complain, but Keira's wet hand comes up to pinch your cheeks together, effectively silencing you. "Not until you stop lying to me. Good girls don't lie," her grip tightens on your face, "and bad girls don't get to cum." 

The tears in your waterline finally fall down your face. "I'm not lying.."

"Yes, you are. Now tell me the truth or we're going home, and I won't let you cum for a week if you lie to me again, y/n. Maybe if I punish you then you'll learn, hmm?"

"O-okay, fine!" It's your turn to be the one to roll your eyes now. A blush settling across your skin as you look anywhere, but at Keira. "…I liked it when she was touching me.."

She can't hold back her grin this time, "Who? Gotta be specific, baby." 

You whine out as you struggle against her hand still keeping your wrists bound. The embarrassment of being caught is becoming too much for you to handle…and not in the way you'd expect. It's humiliating you, yet somehow you're getting wet from it. There are so many new feelings you're experiencing right now, and so fucking thankful it's Keira you're exploring them with. You take a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, "Leah! I liked it when Leah touched me, okay? Now please, baby!"

Your blood runs cold at the ominous laugh that burrows out of Keira's chest. You don't have time to think about it much, because then she's pulling you away from the door and unlocking it. Yanking it open as you scramble to pull your top back up. "You hear that, Le?" 

Your head snaps up at that, eyes widening as you see the blonde standing directly in front of the open stall. "Oh I definitely heard that, Kei." She has a smirk sitting pretty on her lips as her eyes rack up and down your body, finally meeting your gaze as she flashes you a predatory smile.

You swear you must've of went into a trance after that. Because the next thing you remember is being in the back of a taxi, Keira and you making out as Leah's lips danced across your neck. Eventually your girlfriend pulled away and led your mouth to her best friend's, and took the spot of leaving love bites on your neck. They'd corned you in the elevator of the hotel, one on each side as they felt up on your body. Pulling sweet sounds from your mouth as you melted into their touch. 

That leads us back to now. The two English footballers towering over you as you sit on the edge of the king size bed. "You sure you want to do this, love? You say the word and we can end this right now. There's no pressure on you, okay?" Keira's hand comes up to your cheek, her thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. A concerned look etches itself onto her face as she addresses you. You smile at her, letting your own hand come up to smooth the furrow in her brow. "I 100% want to do this. I know this is all new for me—  for us together…but I want this," you take her hand into yours as you slide it up your thigh. She groans out when she feels the wetness leaking out all over them, 'I really fucking want this." 

You don't get a verbal response from her, just a push to your shoulders that sends you flying back onto the duvet. A giggle escapes you as you bounce against the mattress, waiting for one of them to finally make you cum. Keira and Leah share a look as they switch positions. The blonde defender makes a place for herself between your legs, her hands going to your calves before she pushes them up against your chest. "I've been waiting years to get a taste of this sweet cunt. You should hear the way Keira describes it— says it's just like honey." 

You flush as you go to look at your girlfriend, a playful smile on her face. "Y-you talk about me?" 

"Of course I do, love. How could I not when you've got the best fucking pussy I've ever had?" She strips her clothes off as she climbs up on the bed. After pulling your dress off she settles down above your head, her cunt presented to you for your viewing pleasure. Before you get a chance to ask her to sit on your face, Leah is thursting her tongue into your hole. Her nose rubs up into your clit as she stays buried to the hilt, moans flying out of your mouth as you get lost in the pleasure of hers. You're still so wound up, like a live wire ready to blow. So it's no surprise when you come tumbling towards the edge again, hands scrambling to reach out to Keira above you. 

"Please don't stop! Please, baby!' But she just laughs at you as she lets you cling to her arm, wrestling one away from your tantalizing grip. 

"I'm not the one you should be begging right now." She grabs your chin as she moves your head down, and your eyes lock with Leah's. "Please don't stop! Please, Le. I wanna cum for you..want you to taste me on your tongue." She moans into your cunt from your words, and it sends vibrations through your most sensitive nerves. It feels like a firework went off inside your gut, leaving you to be overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure rolling through your body. A cry falls from your lips as your thighs attempt to close around her head...but it's Keira who spreads them back open. She leans over your body as she gets onto her knees, and her lips find their way to your chest once again. She licks, sucks, bites…just about everything to your nipples. She knows how sensitive they are— hell she's even made you cum from just her mouth on your tits before. So she can't even imagine how good you feel right now. "I can't h-hold it, baby! Can I please c-cum?" 

Keira knows it's directed at her this time. If the pet name wasn't enough, everyone knows only she owns your orgasms. Leah might be the one between your legs right now, but make no mistake...Keira is the one to decide if, how, and when you get to cum. You're lucky she's feeling so generous tonight, because with one breath she's detaching from your tits. "Go ahead and show her why I brag about you so much. Cum all over her tongue for me, baby." 

Your nails dig into your girlfriend's arms as your back arches off of the bed. Keira's hands hold your hips down for her best friend as she pulls away from your hickey covered tits, groaning out at the sight in front of her. Leah's eyes are rolling into the back of her head as her jaw works overtime. Keira can see the wet muscle thrusting into your pussy, a coat of white cream spilling all into the blonde's mouth. Leah lets one of her hands come up to rub at your clit as she starts moving her head, sucking up every ounce of your essence that leaks out. It's like goddamn nectar and Leah can't get enough of it. 

She only pulls away once Keira's hand is pushing her head to give you a break. You are absolutely boneless under the two women, eyes barley open as you try and catch your breath. Keira crawls back as they go to examine your condition after a round like that. Leah's the first to break the silence, "I think we bloody killed her, mate."

"Oh trust me, she's fine. Plus we haven't even showed her our surprise yet—"

"Surprise? What surprise?!" 

"Oh and suddenly you're just fully awake, huh?" Leah laughs out, shaking her head as she gives Keira a look.

"I told you she was fine, just needed a little encouragement. Ain't that right, baby?"

"Mhm…sooo about this surprise?" 

"Well someone's a little impatient," Leah says as she shakes her head, "Close your eyes first, darling."

You dramatically sigh before following her instructions. 

"Again, just trust me. She always is when it comes to surprises," the two of them keep talking like you aren't even there. Walking over to two bags you still haven't noticed magically appeared in your room. You hear some rustling around, but mostly silence. It lets your mind drift for the first time tonight, and a sinking feeling fills your gut as you realize something. 

"WAIT!" Your eyes snap open, "H-how do you two have a surprise for me?" You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the revelation. "And how'd those bags get in here?"

They just share a crimson smile as they turn back towards you, and you gasp at what you're met with. Both of them approaching you with a strap on attached to their hips. Leah is the once again the one to speak, "Oh don't worry, darling. I told Kei allll about your little plan. You didn't really think a little kitten like you was calling the shots, did you?" 

A whole new feeling of arousal seeps into your bloodstream…because now you realize just how calculated this whole night has been. She knew every step of your plan and then used it against you…and you played right into her hand. Now you're at the complete disposal of not one, but two very…very worked up athletes. It terrifies and excites you at the same time. They start climbing onto the bed as they skewer you between them, man handling you onto your hands and knees. A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs are the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

[daphwritesworld]

#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part two]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, Brat Tamer!Leah, fingering (R & Leah receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, spit kink oops, breath play, double penetration, Keira & Leah bending Reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (R & Keira receiving), making a porno, going to Paris Oui Oui (iykyk)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit, thigh, and ass spanks, being filmed while fucking, forearm choking (🫣), 3sum, Reader getting pipped tf down by some straps, mentions of said strap-ons referred to as cock/dick at times, being called a slut, whore, etc…

synopsis: How many footballers does it take to break a brat? Two!

word count: 5.9k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs are the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

You don’t even have time to react before you feel it– Keira pushing her strap in. A sudden gasp escapes you from the feeling, your hips trying to roll back and sink her deeper inside of your cunt. But that’s put to an end the second your girlfriend’s hands find your waist, holding you still as she pulls out completely before fucking you with just the tip. That perfect record you’ve shattered is starting to come back and haunt you sooner than you thought. A loud whine leaves your lips, an angry air surrounding it as you give a huff at the end. You try to force your hips back again, but the grip on them only tightens, sure to leave behind some bruises as a gift. As the struggle for control continues, Leah is watching with an amused smirk gracing her lips. Her eyes meet with Keira’s for just a second, but that’s enough for them to know what the next step is. 

A smack is heard echoing throughout the room followed by a broken cry. The skin on your ass tingles and stings from the handprint left etched there, and before you know it a hand is tangling in your hair. Your head is yanked up as Leah’s other hand drops to your mouth. Her eyes stare into yours, a fire burning behind them you can’t quite place. It’s like you’re her prey, and you can’t wait to get caught by the big bad wolf. The blonde slowly runs her thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the way your breath hitches from her touch. She licks her own lips before speaking, “You’re in enough trouble as it is, it’d straighten up if I was you, darling.” 

This is maddening, straight torture for your soul. You usually get exactly what you want with just a little pout and a “Please baby!” to follow. I mean how could Keira ever deny her sweet little princess when she’s been nothing but good? You’ve grown accustomed to being pampered, to getting your way no matter what. It’s Keira’s fault really, she’s created this monster all on her own. 

“Oh piss off–” you're caught off guard from the next slap delivered by your girlfriend. It isn’t to your ass or to your thighs– oh no. She goes straight for your clit. It’s puffy, red, and oh so sensitive. So it’s no surprise to her when tears start to gather up in your eyes, a moan being bitten down as you struggle for some sort of control back. This is not how this is supposed to go, and you won’t give in without a fight. Leah might be working against you now, but that just motivates you ten times more to prove them both wrong. 

“Don’t be rude to our guest,” Keira growls out. Her voice has a dangerous tint to it, as if she’s daring you to misbehave. You let out a giggle before your eyes meet Leah’s once more, your hips rolling back as Keira’s grip disappears from your hips. “Or what? We both know you’ll fuck me either way,” and then your sinking back further onto her strap. You only make it about halfway down before she’s holding you back in place, her own hand replacing Leah’s in your hair. 

You feel the burn on your scalp before your brain can process anything else. Everything in your eyesight is a blur for the next few seconds, your girlfriend manhandling you around like a damn throw pillow. It isn’t until your feet are touching the ground that you understand what position she’s put you in. You go to open your mouth and say something smartassy again, but you’re interrupted by a gasp that tears through your lungs. It’s punched out of you with Keira’s thrust inside of you, burying her silicone cock to the hilt of your pussy. 

“Get on your fucking tip toes,” She leaves another spank on your ass. You follow her direction, shifting into how she wants you as it changes the angle of her thrusts. It stretches and aches in the best way possible. It’s an all consuming feeling that has your toes ready to curl out from under you before she’s even started properly fucking you. You fight to keep your eyes facing forward in your skull, not wanting to show the effect she has over your pleasure. Keira leans over to lay some kisses up your back trailing to your neck, “You don’t deserve this– not one fucking bit. But tonight isn’t about you, baby.” 

Her hips start a bruising pace, desperate noises flying from your mouth as she bullies her way into your cunt.  Your arms scramble to try and hold your upper body up as you push off the mattress, but that plan is thwarted as a hand lands in the center of your shoulders and shoves your upper body back down into the sheets. “Dumb fucking slut,” she’s forcing you into a deeper arch now. Keira has never fucked you like this– sure you’ve had rougher sex…but nothing like this. She’s reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, and there is no denying how much you love it. The evidence is clear in the creamy white ring already forming around your girlfriend’s strap. Your thighs are drenched in your wetness, coating your skin with a glistening glow when the light catches it just right. 

It’s a sight Leah is trying to perfectly commit to memory. She’s thought of this so many times over the years, pictured exactly how she’d have her way with you alongside her best mate. But finally coming face to face with it? It’s knocking the air out of her lungs. She’s stuck watching the scene in front of her like a patron of a theater show– eyes racking over every line, curve, and inch of your body. It isn’t until one of your hands lands on her thigh that she’s snapped out of her trance. Your eyes aren’t even open, hands just desperately searching for something to hold onto as Keira rearranges your guts. The observation has the blonde smiling deviously, “One of us not enough for you?” 

You open your mouth at the question, sticking your tongue out as you look up. It takes all your focus just to meet her gaze, every muscle in your body screaming at you to give up and accept your fate. But why would you do that? I mean where is the fun in giving up so early? It causes a growl to come bubbling out of the blonde’s chest, one hand gripping your hair as the other goes to fist her purple strap. She places the tip on your tongue, her hips shallowly thrusting her way in as you choke on the newfound intrusion. She gives you a few seconds to adjust, letting her hands gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You don’t expect it when she shoves your head further down, your eyes burning with tears from the stretch in your throat. 

The grip in your hair tightens as Leah moves it into one hand, guiding your head to the pace she wants. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and a sudden sharp thrust from Keira has you moaning around the dildo stuffed down your throat. You can’t get away no matter where you run– stuck in a rhythm of pleasure and pain that keeps you addicted to the thrill. Keira’s hands run down your back and up your spine, her lips following as she leaves hickeys in her path. Once she reaches your neck her weight falls on top of you. She bullies her strap deeper into your cunt, pushing your body forward with the force behind her hips. It has you gagging around Leah, your nose burying itself into her groin as you try to blink the tears from your eyes. “Look so pretty deepthroating my cock,” it comes out a little raspy. “Who knew you’d be such a crybaby? Thought you’d put up more of a fig–” she cuts herself with a high pitch yelp. You’d dug your nails into her thigh where they’d been resting, little red crescent moons carved into her skin. It causes the Arsenal defender to jump back, pulling the purple dildo from between your lips. She has an incredulous look upon her face, a small dramatic gasp escaping from her lungs. “Feisty little thing aren’t you?” It has you giggling for a few seconds, but that’s put to a stop when your girlfriend pulls back till just the tip is inside of your pussy. 

She waits for a few seconds, letting herself take in the sight of you clenching around the head of her blue silicone cock. (The strap knew she was going to Chelsea before she did) It’s like your body is begging for it..begging for her. It makes a small smirk dance at the corner of her mouth, her eyes connecting with Leah’s as she slams her hips down into yours. She sneaks a hand down around to your front, rubbing circles on your clit as you squirm under her touch. She gives you a warning, “Stop moving, baby.” But the words go in one ear and right out the other, your body trying to crawl away not even two seconds later. It has Keira using her free hand to pull your head up, lightly wrapping her forearm around your neck as she climbs over you more. The change in position has you moaning out slurs of unintelligible words and pleas. Keira slows her hips as she speaks, “What’s your color, love?” 

“G-Greeeeen!” It comes out as a squeal as her plastic dick only sinks further into spots that’ve never been reached inside of you before. Places you didn’t even know could feel so fucking good. She loosens her arm from your throat as you give your answer. You respond by letting your mouth fall onto her bicep that's in front of you now, moaning out as you sink your teeth into the taut muscles there. It has Keira’s pace faltering for a moment, the pain registering as a shock straight to her clit. Her eyebrows start furrowing as she gets used to the feeling, drool running down her arm as you let your tongue lap at the freckled skin there. It sets a whole new fire under your girlfriend, fueling her hips as she uses her weight to slam down into you. The bed is shaking now, the creaking of springs from the hotel mattress and your combined sounds of pleasure filling up the room. This position has you hurling towards an orgasm, your eyes crossing as Keira’s dick game starts melting your brain into goo. 

“Can I cum?” You have to force yourself to get the muffled words out in time, hands gripping the sheets starting to tear off the corner of the previously perfectly made bed. 

Keira’s lips ghost against your neck, her breath leaving goosebumps in her wake. She stops at your ear, biting it first as a quiet groan bubbles out of her. “No,” you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Hold it like a good girl.”

It has a desperate whine leaving you, your gut twisting up as you fight the feeling back. The next thing you know you’re being blinded by a light in front of you, Leah’s voice filling up your mind. “Smile for the camera, pretty girl.” She once again puts her hand in your hair, pulling your head up as Keira adjusts her bicep back around your throat as she lightly squeezes. Not enough to hurt you or completely cut off your breathing– just enough to make your head feel a little fuzzy. Leah’s hand moves to squeeze your cheeks now, forcing your face towards the lens of the phone recording you. “You like getting held down and fucked like a dirty slut don’t you,” she says it as more of observation. There’s no question behind her statements, just a cocky assessment of your brattiness. “Act so big and bad in public, but you're just a needy little whore who needs her holes stuffed.”

Leah’s words have you clenching down around the strap pummelling into your insides, an unexpected orgasm about to tear from you before you can stop it. You brace yourself– ready to stay quiet in lieu of announcing your approaching high. But Keira is always ten steps ahead. She knows your body better than you do. Every single shake, shiver, and twitch has a distinct code that only she can decipher. Just as you’re about to spill over the edge she’s pulling out and landing a harsh slap down onto your ass, a cry leaving your lips as you try and grind your hips back towards her own. You don’t even have time to take a breath before she’s flipping you back over, your body bouncing on the mattress as you try to gather your bearings. Your girlfriend lands one last slap to your cunt before she moves to take the camera from her Leah’s hands, “She’s all yours, mate.” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You feel her before you see her, determined hands wrapping around your feet before pulling you towards the opposite edge of the bed . Your legs instinctively go to wrap around her hips and she lets you, her strap resting between the lips of your pussy. She’s standing on the floor towering over you, her tongue running between her lips as she rakes her eyes up and down your exposed body. Your chest is heaving, anticipation building as she runs her hands up to the backs of your thighs. Her teasing touches dance across your skin, shivers racking your body as she pushes and pulls your body along with hers. Leah lets her lips come dangerously close to your own, her hips grinding her strap right into your clit. “Missionary seems a little vanilla for you, Williamson. Thought you had more grit than that,” it doesn’t come out as strong as you’d like. A quiver to your voice showing the cracks below the surface of your facade. 

“I’ve dreamed of how I’d fuck you for years, and I’ve come to the conclusion that seeing your face when I break you? That’s what I really want. To lick the tears off your face as you beg me to put my dick back in and keep fucking you,” she brings one of your legs to rest up against her shoulder. “You like to think you’re in charge, but we all know at the end of the day,” she pulls back to line her tip up with your entrance. “...you’d do anything we say just to get your slutty pussy stuffed.”

She slams her hips into yours, the purple dick attached to her hips burying inside of you to the hilt in one thrust. One of her hands comes up to take turns groping your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples as her hips stay completely still. You push yourself up onto your forearms, looking down to see where she’s splitting you open. Her hand holding your leg in place moves around to rub your clit. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I mean how could it be when you're clenching and unclenching around the strap sitting so snuggly inside of you? 

“Le pl-please!” It comes out as a broken moan, fighting off the feelings of your submissiveness creeping up. Your body is begging for you to give up. Your pussy is leaking, gripping onto the fake veins of Leah’s strap as it cries for her attention. 

The smirk on her face is so prominent you can hear it, “Please what, darling?”

A groan escapes your lungs as you throw your head back, trying to ground yourself as you fight off the need to give in. A furrow between your brows forms as you raise your head back up, eyes locking with hers as your frustrations bubble up. “Move!” It’s a desperate cry, attitude sinking into your tone as the need for her overtakes your brain. 

“Not until you can prove you deserve it,” she lands a slap to your inner thigh. You let out a yelp as you jump from the impact, clenching down on the dildo inside of you. The air in the room gets thicker as the seconds tick by, your cunt throbbing for some attention as it leaks out a mess between your bodies. A pout settles into your lips as you watch her form above your own, taking this time to fully take in her appearance. Her hair’s been put up into a ponytail– little pieces around her face falling into place to perfectly frame it. Her muscles are flexed, bulging out with a light sweat dusting over her skin. She looks angelic, like she walked straight out of painting. A Greek goddess come to life from a stone carving. Everywhere your eyes drift sends a new wave of shocks and tingles straight towards your cunt. Your back arches on its own accord, your body searching out for more as the dizziness in your brain fogs over the rational parts telling you to put up a fight. 

“I’m sorry!” The words come spewing out before you can stop yourself, hips grinding down onto the strap as you start to babble out apologies. “Please fuck me,” it comes out so high pitched. “Use me however you want– I can take it!”

Suddenly your wrists are being dragged above your head, pinned to the duvet as your head bounces from the impact of moving on the springy mattress. Her lean body leans down over yours as your one leg stretches along with her movements, your knee touching your chest by the time she’s face to face with you. She hasn’t even started fucking you yet, but you’re already a mess beneath her…reduced to nothing but a needy little slut begging for more…begging for her. It’s like an adrenaline rush overtakes Leah with every whimper that escapes you, incoherent rambles spilling from your lips as your hips keep grinding up into her. “So whiney aren’t you, love?” She pulls her strap out slowly, making sure you feel every single inch moving inside of you. 

She pulls back till just the tip is in, your pussy clamping down to try and keep her from leaving the confines of your cunt. A desperate cry falls from your lips, wrists struggling against her restraint as she fucks you with just the tip. Not! Again! That’s all that’s going through your mind. “P-Please Le!” There’s tears pouring down your cheeks now, “W-Why are you being s-so mean!” Sobs rack through your body, your facade finally dissolving underneath the blonde’s reign. She chuckles darkly, eyes peering down at you like a predator about to devour their prey. The defender bends down towards your face as she speaks next, “You just look so pretty when you cry,” and she leans down to lick the tears off your cheeks. 

You moan out at the action, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip to try and hide your enjoyment from the humiliating act. Leah has you distracted by that, so it opens the best opportunity for her to slam her strap back into you. It knocks the wind out of you, silent screams coming from your ‘O’ shaped mouth. Suddenly Leah’s phone is back in your face, wet eyes twinkling from the light source. It snaps you out of your trance, a slutty moan tearing out of your throat. You’ve completely forgotten about the camera until now– too caught up in this cat and mouse game going on between you and Leah. She sets a punishing pace to her hips, sounds of your skin slapping filling up the room as your girlfriend films it like a porno director. Truth be told, you really do look like you walked right out a porn set right now: hair laying perfectly on the sheets beneath you, tits jiggling along to Leah’s thrusts, your pussy leaking all over the place, and of course the beautiful noises flowing from your mouth. Leah’s gaze finds Keira’s, “Hold her down for me, mate.”

Keira’s hands replace Leah’s on your wrists, the blonde using her own to grip your hips and use them as handlebars. She grounds herself as she bullies her cock into your pussy, pounding you into the mattress as the headboard starts banging against the wall. It has Keira running to put a pillow between the oak wood and the grey walls of the hotel to soften the blow. The last thing you all need is to get kicked out mid fuck sesh. Plus you have to be mindful of your neighbours, right? I mean… yeah, the super loud lesbian sex is probably already drowning out the tv on full blast…but at least she’s trying okay! You use this opportunity to let your hands roam freely. One of them goes up to her neck, fingers running along the gold chain dangling from around it. Leah’s eyes meet with yours before you wrap the necklace around your fingertips and pull her down towards you. It has a throaty groan leaving her mouth as you guide her lips onto your own.

Kissing Leah feels so natural– like you’ve done it for years. You’ve known each other longer than you’ve known Keira, but she handles your body with a familiarity you can’t quite place. She still faintly tastes of your cum, her tongue bullying its way into your mouth as she puts more force behind her hips. One of Leah’s hands comes up to wrap around your throat. “Pathetic,” her words are being broken up from your lips chasing hers. “Fucking,” and with lips like yours? “Slut,” she can’t help but keep coming back for more. Leah can only describe this experience as encountering an enchantress, your eyes and subtle touches blinding her brain with an overwhelming cloud of lust. You’ve sunk your claws under her skin and she can’t get you out– and she doesn’t want to. Not when your free hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, eliciting a perfectly balanced feeling of pain and pleasure to stimulate her brain. 

The flash is suddenly back and it draws your attention away enough for Leah to work her way out of your grip. Keira’s smirking down at the screen of her best friend’s phone, capturing the dumb look on your face as Leah fucks the coherent thoughts out of your head. She chuckles as she moves some stray hairs out of your face. “I think it’s time Le,” The blonde’s hips come to a stuttering stop. A slight hesitancy in her moves as she pulls herself up off the top of your body, “You sure?” 

“Trust me– she can take it,” Keira taps you on the cheek. “Right baby?” 

You don’t even know what's going on, but the thought of the night ending before you can cum again? NO CAN DO BITCH! Your hips grind against the dildo attached to her waist, noises leaving your lips that would normally embarrass you to no end. But you can’t find a care in this moment. Your mind is completely gone– the only thoughts consuming you are of having the Mario Coins beat out your pussy. 

“Use your words,” Leah lands a slap to your clit, more tears burning your waterline. “You know better than that,” Keira’s voice cuts in. Your mind is spinning, using all your energy to gather your wits to speak, “I c-can take i-it!” It comes out so whiny, high pitched and desperate as your voice cracks. Keira leans down to leave a kiss on your lips as Leah inches her cock out of you, “Good girl.” 

You’re suddenly being folded over, your knees resting against your breasts as they’re squished to your chest. Keira helps slide a pillow under your lower back, giving a better angle for her best mate to dig into her girlfriend’s guts. Leah’s hands hold the backside of your thighs in place, her strap sliding through your folds with ease. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you like this,” she lines her tip up as Keira once again picks up the phone. “Then you better not hold back, Williamson,” you’ve recovered enough to find your attitude. She sharpens her eyes at you, “Watch it.” 

“Make me,” a smile effortlessly falls onto your lips. “Make me beg for it,” your hands run from her stomach up to her neck– she shivers as your fingertips ghosts over her nipples. “Make me beg for you.” 

Her grip on the skin of your thighs tightens, bruises surely to bloom there on your skin tomorrow. She lets the first thrust set the tone, ruthless and demanding. “AHH!” It’s the only thing that can leave your lips. Leah plants her feet right by your ass, knees bent as she drills her cock into the depths of your cunt. This new angle has you drooling by the fifth thrust, mushroom tip massaging into your G-spot. Nothing to be heard but your rhythm of “Ah, Ah, Ah’s!”

 “God dammit,” Leah groans out as she looks down to see where you two are connected. Keira zooms in on the scene, purple silicone covered in a creamy white ring at the base. “Perfect. Fucking. Pussy,’ Leah says between harder thrusts. Her own muscles are tensing up, her clit getting stimulated with every thrust in this position. She’s fighting off her own orgasm, quelling the fire roaring inside her belly. You put your fingers in your mouth, trying to hide the sounds involuntarily being ripped from your body. Leah slaps your hands away. “If you wanted something in your mouth,” she flashes a devious smile to Keira. “All you had to do was ask.” 

The next thing you know you’re being greeted by the sight of your girlfriend’s thighs parting over your head. Your hands reach out for her, trying to pull her down towards you more. Keira catches your hands and holes them out beside you, a disappointed look overcoming her features. “Use your mouth for something it’s actually good at,” she begins lowering her pussy towards your face. “And maybe we’ll let you cum,” she rests her weight down onto your head. You moan out at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the taste. Your tongue goes to work, Keira taking the lead as she keeps you pinned down and her hips grind into your face. She gifts you with a moan and some praise, “Just like that, darling.” 

Her essence is painting across your face, your chin soaked as you shake your head from side to side, tongue laid out flat against your clit. If there is one thing you love more than being fucked? It’s eating out your girlfriend. One time you’d stayed buried between her thighs so long that her pubes left a small raw patch on your chin. She’d deemed it ‘Carpet burn’ and thought it was the funniest thing ever spoken on this planet. Bad puns and sex injuries aside– you’d die happily suffocating between her thighs. Your tongue sneaks its way inside her cunt, fucking her with it as you focus on her pleasure over your own. Her hips chase after her own high, your nose catching her clit as her chest heaves more. The grip around your head gets a little tighter as her muscles tense up. You moan out as Leah fucks into you harder, the vibrations going straight to Keira’s core. It has her legs muscles bulging and her nails digging into your restrained wrists. “Fuuuck,” she throws her head back. And just as she cums all over your mouth? Leah sets a rhythm of landing spanks to your clit, a white blinding hot heat creeping up your spine. 

Your body is squirming around as a familiar feeling starts taking over. You don’t even notice it’s gonna happen till it does, eyes rolling into the back of your head as whorish moans flow right out of you and into Keira’s cunt. It has her pulling off your face to properly hear you, eyes stuck in place along with Leah’s. “Fuuuck keep squirting, baby— thereeee you go!” Leah rasps out as she fucks you through the aftershock, her own orgasm crashing down over her as she tries to quite her sounds by burying her face in the crook of your neck.  Your legs are shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure racks through your body, tears streaming down your face as the euphoric feeling floats through your lungs like air. The blonde’s pace slows to a stop, her body falling on top of yours as you both gather your breaths back. You swear your ears are ringing at this point, clenching your eyes closed as you try and focus on leveling your breathing back out. Leah is caring and gentle as she pulls out of you and sets your legs back down into a normal placement. You wince a little, your legs aching from being placed in that position for so long. 

Keira sets you up and moves behind you, her lips leaving kisses on your neck to calm your heart rate down. “Color? We can stop if it’s too much,” her voice is so soft as she says it. You turn towards her as sweet hands come to cup your face, her thumbs running across your cheeks. Your eyes widen at that, “No!” You don’t even give her a second to take a breath before you cut in, “I’m still green, baby.” It has both girls laughing, sharing an amused look as you zealously get back into position with your back to your girlfriend’s chest. “Now come here and let me make you cum!” 

Leah rolls her eyes as she crawls closer, “Technically you already made me cum.”

“No, you made yourself cum with that strap game,” you reach and grab her fingers as you pull her closer to straddle over your lap. “So let me prove how good of a girl I can really be,” and then you put two of her fingers in your mouth. Leah’s eyes darken as she watches your mouth slick up her digits, your tongue caressing them as you get them nice and lubed up. She takes over for a second, fucking your throat as she keeps eye contact with you. Once she’s deemed them wet enough she takes them out, sliding them up to rest inside of your swollen cunt. You hiss out from the overstimulation, but she doesn’t move them. “I-I’m supposed to be making y-you feel good,” you chastise her. She grabs your wrist with her free hand as she guides it towards your lips.  She doesn’t even need to say anything for you to understand. Your cheeks are burning but you do it without any hesitation. The blonde guides your fingers as she once again fucks your throat. It has a wave of humiliation coursing through your veins as you suck and lick all over your own hand, your walls clenching down around Leah’s fingers. “Then hurry up and fuck me before I go back the club and find someone better to do it,” and her fingers are gone from inside you. 

You shake her fingers off your wrists as you pull your own from your mouth, running their tips across her erect nipples. She shudders from the action, hips shifting forward as she searches for some kind of friction against her aching clit. Her legs spread a little wider as she shifts on your lap, finally letting her full weight rest on you as she melts into your touch. “Doing so good, baby. Now tease her slit,” Keira starts directing your movements. It sets a whole new emotion of  arousal off within you. Your girlfriend telling you how to finger fuck her best mate? You think you might pass out on the spot. Have you died and gone to Heaven? Your fingers follow Keira’s words, fingers aimlessly running through the wet folds of Leah’s cunt as you avoid her clit. 

“Oh fuck off, Keira!” Leah groans it out as a furrow takes hold between her brows. You take a page out of the defender’s play book and land a slap to her bundle of nerves, “Don’t speak to her that way!” It’s barked out from your throat, Keira jumping from the surprise. You can feel her chest vibrating from laughter as she takes in the scene before her. “I mean you did say she was Feisty, Le.” Your fingers gather up her wetness as you circle around her entrance, “So apologize and I might let y/n help you finish, or you can be a bitch and ride her thigh. Your choice, mate.” Keira's eyes meet Leah’s in a tense battle of power ensues. You all know Keira calls the shots, but damn does it look good to see her fight for it. To claim what she so gratefully owns as her best friend squirms and withers right in front of her. 

Keira always gets a high off of being in control, but this is like a whole new drug. It’s entering her blood stream and sending her nervous system into disarray with every second that passes. “I’m sorry—” she barely gets the words out before you sink your fingers up into her cunt. It has her gasping into the air of the bedroom, back arching as her breasts are pushed into your face. Your mouth instinctually latches onto her nipples, tongue running over her buds as you periodically switch between the two. Leah’s body starts meeting your wrists, riding your fingers as you drool all over her tits. Keira still has half a mind to scrabble for the forgotten camera once more, directing it back to capture this magnificent sight before her. “D-Don’t stop!” It’s growled out as Leah’s hand once again finds its way to your hair. She pulls on it, guiding your gaze up to her own as you slobber on her boob currently stuffed in your mouth. Keira returns to giving you directions, “Rub her clit now, baby.” You let your thumb come up to assist, going back and forth between circles and figure 8’s as Leah’s hips start stuttering. You let your teeth graze against her nipples as you slightly pull away from her chest, lips coming back to leave hickeys across her chest. Her hips start to get sloppy as she grinds her groin down onto your hand, her slick dripping as it runs down your wrist and around your forearm. Leah’s eyes meet yours as her body tenses up, her hand pulling your face to hers as you crash your lips together. You swallow up all of her noises of bliss as she slows her pace above you, looking like perfection as she lets herself collapse into you. She places a kiss to your forehead after she’s gained enough of her breath back, eyes meeting with Keira’s over your shoulder. 

The two of them speak simultaneously as they already start moving into different positions, “Round 2?”

[daphwritesworld]

okay guys i’m working on a NSFW alphabet for Keira & the rest of BeFoUr part 2 today. but i had to get this thought out of my head right now. before it drives me actually insane. so enjoy…i hope lol. i’ll maybe do a full fic for this if you guys want one after part 2 comes out !! :D

BFF!Leah x Reader ft. GF!Keira

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

this is after the initial 3 sum, but before you all become a proper couple. it’s just been a blur of fucking and enjoying each other’s company at this point. Keira is still tryna figure her feelings out for Leah, and Leah?? well she’s resorted to using you as a little pawn in her game of getting under Keira’s skin.

・❥・until one day BFF!Leah gets left alone with you. Keira had to go attend to do some media for the day, and she walked right into Leah’s room at 5am. she’d woken the blonde up and asked her best mate to “keep my girl company, please. she gets lonely when she wakes up and i’m not there. needs extra kisses, too.”

・❥・but dear god in heaven this is NOT what Keira expected. she goes on her lunch break and checks her phone, and it’s a video message from you. so of course she checks it, digging her headphones out of her bag before she takes a bite of her sandwich and hits play.

・❥・at first the video is just of the sheets and some rustling around being heard. then there’s Leah cutting through the muffled speakers, “come on, darling. show her what she’s missing out on.”

・❥・then finally Keira is met with a sight that has her choking on the food in her throat— coughing as she tries to swallow with the help of the water bottle you’d packed in her bag the night before.

・❥・your shaky hand steadies the front facing camera to show the events unfolding between you and Leah.

・❥・your tank tops pushed up to sit right under your collar bones, Leah’s lips suckling one of your nipples. Keira can only see your mouth in frame, the rest of your face hidden away as your pretty noises flow into her ears.

・❥・Leah pulls back a tad, pulling your nipple between her teeth as she does. it pulls a whiney yelp from your lips and your free hand goes to tangle in her hair as your back arches into her mouth.

・❥・Keira’s eyes lock with her best friend’s through the screen. a smirk first, then she’s speaking with your tit still in her mouth. “you said she’d need lots of kisses, mate. never said where,” and then Leah’s head starts disappearing as her open mouth kisses trail down your body.

・❥・the camera stays stuck in place, but it’s obvious by the sounds you start making and the way you squirm around that Leah’s kisses have reached your pussy.

・❥・ “i-i’m!” you get cut off by a gasp as Leah’s fingers enter you by surprise. “fuck m’sorry, baby!” and Keira knows your talking to her.

・❥・you don’t get to relish in the moment though, because Leah’s pulling her fingers out after a few thrusts and crawling back up your body.

・❥・she brings her two fingers up to the camera before she starts spreading them and letting your juices string together between them. “see how wet i get your girlfriend? would be a shame to let a pussy this wet go to waste, don’t you think?”

・❥・ “n-no! we’re already in tr-trouble, Le! We should s-stop now,” and oh how cute you are. Keira can’t help be smirk at that. of course it was all Leah’s idea. her little angel would never think of a plan so fit for a punishment. only Leah could get you to agree to something like this. and oh fuck does it make Keira’s stomach clench up.

・❥・the way Leah smirks and keeps eye contact with the camera every time she’s in frame— like she’s staring into Keira’s soul. it’s fucking electrifying, sending out small jolts of pleasure to prickle across her body.

・❥・why is this so hot, and why is Keira about to fake being sick just so she can get home early to fuck you both into the mattress?? (i mean whooo said that?!😳)

・❥・oh god or when Leah changes the positioning of the camera so Keira gets a front row view of her eating you out while pounding those two fingers back inside your cunt.

・❥・oh and you know Leah’s pulling her mouth back a few times to kiss on your thighs. i mean…she did tell Leah to give you extra kisses. and when she’s giving a task? she always goes above and beyond then what’s expected 🤭

・❥・right as your about to cum you finally drop the phone into the sheets, and the screen goes black before cutting off. the end of the video has come. Keira just met with her own bewildered reflection in the dark screen in front of her.

・❥・yeah. she’s in her car not even 5 minutes after that. media obligations be damned— she’s got some brat taming to do. she really wishes she could punish Leah, too. (but they haven’t gotten to that point yet)