if your breath gets quick, that’s normal
if my hands move slick, that’s normal
we could smoke one first if you tryna get lit
my weed on ten come take a hit
cause we on girl, we on
girl let me put you on with something real
A/N: This is is not beta read, and I’m exhausted forgive me. Thanks to an anon, @seenashwrite and @emohermione for the ideas for the story! need to get to bed soon but I needed to finish another Dean fic! I hope you enjoy!
“namjoon?” you whispered to yourself as you heard a car door close. you looked out of the window by your couch and just as you thought, namjoon was outside walking to your door.
he looked a little nervous but he couldn’t have been more nervous than you were. although you didn’t know how you felt about namjoon… you couldn’t wait to see if he would really kiss you. you couldn’t wait to see if this was real.
as expected he knocked on the door and shouted that it was him before unlocking it. you never understood why he didn’t just unlock the door and and come in like regular person. that’s what you gave him a set of keys for.
once he laid his eyes on you, he dropped everything that he was holding and rushed over to you. you stumbled a little but he caught you and pulled you close to him.
“hey!” you blurted out out of nervousness.
“hey.” he smiled, showing dimples.
unexpectedly, he leaned in and planted his lips on yours. you quickly responded, biting his lip so that you could slip your tongue in.
after earning a pair of wide eyes from namjoon you pulled back, not being able to contain your laughter.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to kiss you y/n.” he breathed and sat on the couch.“and who in the hell taught you how to tongue kiss? you’re so good.”
“im gassed.” you stuck your tongue out and shot a broad grin towards him.
he slid over and patted the empty space beside him. as you walked over to the couch, you stumbled again. luckily namjoon caught you..but he made a slick move. you were sitting in his lap, confused at how you got there so fast.
“so for confirmation, we’re dating now?” he asked you.
“yes were dating.” you giggled and poked at his dimple.
“hell yeah!” namjoon yelled, accidentally kicking your coffee table’s leg off.
“nam fucking joon are you serious?! you’re always breaking shit!” you tried to be serious but ended up laughing. “you’re buying me a new one.”
“sorry.” he covered his face in embarrassment but you removed his hands from his face and pecked his lips.
“shut up and buy me food to make up for this.”
he furrowed his eyebrows but not because he wasn’t willing to do that, he was just confused. wouldn’t buying you a new table make up for it? he thought.
“is getting your girlfriend food and a new table because you broke her other one against some type up rule? what’re you butting for?” you put on your serious face.
this time, you were the one confused. namjoon was smiling. but little did you know, he was happy as hell and had butterflies in his stomach. that “your girlfriend” line really had him.
“no, sorry. let’s go get you some food babe.” he gently pushed you off of him and grabbed your shoes. he put them on for you and grabbed your hand.
you were a blushing mess.
“ready?” he asked.
“yupp.” you responded excitedly because you were about to get food.
the two of you went to your favorite restaurant and ordered takeout. you decided on going to han river where you talked about how you first met up until now. you never believed it until you saw it yourself, having a male bestfriend sometimes turns into something more.
“Do you keep all the girls waiting like this, Sergeant?” you
ask, surprised your voice sounds as steady as it does.
“Ain’t no other girl,” he says. “You’re it.”
He kneels between your legs, cockhead bobbing against his
stomach as he moves, smearing slick against his skin. Once he’s settled, he
plucks at the collar of your dress and asks, “What’re you doin’ with this still
on?” before he starts to unbutton your bodice.
“I like it when you
undress me,” you say, hands reaching up to wrap around his arms, feeling the way
his biceps bunch and flex as he opens up your top.
“I like it when I undress you too,” he tells you, then leans
down to place a kiss between your collar bones. “It’s like unwrappin’ a present.”
He trails more kisses down your chest, then across the top
of your breasts. He bites at your nipple through the soft cotton of your bra
and you gasp at the sharp sting of it.
Summary- The honeymoon phase begins for Sunny and Negan along with
preparations for a new life.
Word Count- 3.9k-ish
Warnings- Angst, smut (blowjob, fingering, daddy kink, some anal
play, sex, squirting), fluff. Of course, language.
Author’s Note- This ended up being more of a filler chapter than I
intended. I cut it short (sorta) because otherwise this would have been twice
as long, and I just don’t have that type of writing stamina. Hope you enjoy.
Please leave a comment and reblog if you like it. I live for that…..it gives me
reason to keep writing.
I’ll message everyone’s who tag didn’t work…it was a lot this time. I just don’t get it. Let me know if you want on or off the tag list.
Negan laid in bed for hours holding the sleeping form of his new
bride wondering how the hell he was going to get her home. He wanted to keep her
sheltered. He wanted… no he needed her innocence. He wanted it all for himself.
He’d have to drive her back at night so she couldn’t see the ghost towns and
hordes of walkers. He definitely didn’t need her seeing what guarded the walls
of The Sanctuary….at least not until she was on the inside.
God damnit, he was going to ruin her. He couldn’t just stay
here…he was needed to keep order, to make sure his people moved past just
surviving. He couldn’t leave her here either. He needed to know she was safe. He
needed to be with her as much as he could. How the fuck had he gotten in this
mess? At least with his wives he had never felt like his happiness had been on
the line. He could live without any of them. If something happened to
Sunny…there’s just no going back. His world had begun when the walkers rose. He
climbed to a position of power he never would have had before. He lifted the
dregs of society into a community that was thriving. And it could all end with
this small woman sleeping beside him. She didn’t even know what kind of power
she had. Pulling her close to him, he finally fell into a restless sort of slumber.
Sunny woke with her legs wrapped around Negan’s. She looked at his
sleeping form long and strong. Her hands ran through his dark chest hair then
down his abdomen following the trail of short springy curls under the sheets.
He was already hard when she softly stroked the silky skin. She gently moved
down the bed under the covers. She had wanted to do this, to taste him for
weeks. She had been so disappointed that she had never had the chance. She
lifted his shaft in her hand her thumb rubbing the smooth head. She wet her
lips with her tongue before encircling the tip with them. She swirled her
tongue and lowered her mouth further down his erection. His hips thrust. He
moaned as he stretched his lean body.
“God damn, doll. This is quite the fucking wake up call,” he said
a lazy smile stretched across his face.
A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the reader are at home and bored, so they decide to play of game of “too hot,” which because I’m really old I had to look up because I had no idea what the fuck that was XD. Anyway, it’s basically a game where the players kiss non-stop without touching. Whoever touches the other first, loses. The winner gets to do what they want to the loser. @coveofmemories@sweetg
Originally, you and Spence were supposed to go out to dinner with JJ, Will, Savannah and Derek, but JJ and Savannah both came down with a horrible cold, so they’d cancelled, leaving you and Spence at home not knowing what the fuck to do with yourselves.
“I’m bored,” you said, flopping down onto the couch with such force that your hair blew into your face. “We were supposed to be eating and now I don’t know what to do.” When you got bored, you got horny, so right now, you were about to shoot off like a bottle rocket. Immediately, you pushed yourself up off the couch. “Maybe…” you said with a wicked smile.
“Maybe, what?” he asked, turning around to meet your devious gaze. “I know that look. That’s the I’m bored and horny look.” As he walked over to the couch, you kneeled up, pursing your lips for a kiss. “What do you have in mind?”
“Too hot,” you replied.
“Yes, you are too hot. But for what?”
He was so cute when he was clueless. “Too hot is a game,” you explained, gently nibbling at his bottom lip. “Too hot is a game where both players kiss non-stop and without touching. Whoever touches first loses.”
Spencer’s pupils dilated and you giggled into his mouth. “Winner chooses. So if I win and you touch me first, then you don’t get to taste me for a week.”
“That’s so mean,” he pouted. “You’re delicious. And if I win, you go down on me every morning before we go to work for the next week.”
“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” you asked, thinking about going down on Spencer every morning for seven days straight. “Because that doesn’t sound like a punishment to me.”
He laughed as he kissed your neck. “We have a deal? Oh and also, no touching with hands right? If we move up against each other that’s okay?”
Gently, you pushed Spencer back and hopped over the back end of the couch. “That’s fine. We start now?” you asked,
Instead of saying anything, he just backed you into a wall, making sure to clasp his hands behind his back. You did the same, not trusting them to stay away from him. Their instinct was to reach into his pants and grab his cute butt, but there was no touching allowed. It was always harder than you thought it would be; you’d played this game before - it was only recently that you learned there was a name for it.
With the hard wall behind you, you allowed yourself to sink into it as Spencer grazed his lips over the curve of your neck. A sigh escaped you as your neck craned back, allowing him greater access to the spots that drove you wild. You could feel his tongue washing over you, tasting you, but if he kept going like this, you would definitely lose. Actually, would that be such a bad thing? Anyway, you at least wanted to make the effort, so you spun around, pinning him to the wall and bracing your hands on either side of his head.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned as you bit down on his bottom lip again - harder, more insistent than before. All of a sudden you felt his hands flutter at your midsection, but he didn’t touch, so the game was still on. After pulling his tongue into your mouth and dancing around each other, you ran your lips and tongue over the right side of his jawline, traveling down to his collarbone, where you grazed your teeth. “Oh goddammit.” Involuntarily, he groaned at the insistent pressure of your teeth, moving his hips toward you. You could feel his arousal graze up against you, and now that you were in the mood, you had a desperate need to jump him.
You took note of his response to your movements at his collarbone. “It seems I’ve found a new spot to drive you crazy,” you breathed, coming up to his mouth and hovering there. For more than a few minutes, you breathed into his mouth, watching as each breath drove him closer and closer to touching you. “You want to touch me, don’t you?” you teased. “Remember, if you do that, you don’t get to taste me for a week and let’s just say based on what’s happening right now, you’d be missing out.”
“You don’t play fair,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose up against yours.
“You agreed to the rules, loverboy.”
The tables were turned once again as he flipped you around, pinning you to the wall with his body. However, instead of staying near your mouth, he dropped to his knees licking just under your waistband. “Oh hell,” you muttered. Whenever he dropped to his knees in front of you, you pretty much turned to putty. Without the use of his hands, he grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants with his teeth and pulled them down just enough to taste your sweetness.
You were losing your resolve; your center moved toward his eager mouth and it took all you had not to touch him. As his tongue made one slick move up the lace that was covering you, you lost it and grabbed his head. “You lose,” he breathed against you before creating a delicious suction on your clit.
“I don’t feel like I’m losing,” you whimpered, lifting one leg up and putting it over his shoulder. “I get your mouth on me and for the next week I get to have my mouth all over you every morning.”
“You’re right,” he said, finally allowing himself to touch you. “I definitely didn’t want to miss out on this.” He kissed his way up your body, ridding you of your shirt before lifting you into his arms and up against the wall.
A/N: Now that this part’s over I have to work on the epilogue.
Warning: Swearing, Clumsiness, mentions of NSFW themes
Laf ground his hips against your mound. His cock wanted inside your pussy, but being held back by your lacy black undies and his pants.
You were kissing him just as deeply, rubbing your small hands over his much larger chest, across his face, then to his backside. His frustration with the black thong was evident so you decided to do something about it. You summoned up your courage and pushed him down, taking your favorite frenchman by surprise.
“You are always taking care of me and the others. This time I’m going to take care of you, mon beau.” you purred in his ear. His stiff, shining cock pressed against your covered mound. “You are going to lay on the bed and not do anything. I will handle everything. I’m giving and you receive.”
Your hand went to Laf’s pants, feeling his aroused member, gently patting the restrictive denim bulge. “Understand?”
You emphasized more by taking off your panties. Not breaking eye contact with Laf, you rose slightly and peeled down your skimpy black panties. You decided to keep the thigh highs and garter belt with the little apron on, and straddling his hips.
“Oui.” Lafayette spoke with a shuddering gasp as you slid the zipper down and freed him from the tight confines of his jeans.
You hummed in delight when she realized he had no underwear on. “No boxers, how helpful, Gilbert~”
You straddled him eagerly, fitting his wet cock between your legs and rubbing the hard tip against your swollen clit that was dripping with your arousal. You traced your fingers up and down his shaft, gripping it at the base and sliding upward to the knob. You slipped your other hand under Lafayette’s balls and cupped them while your other one increased it speed.
“Be prepared, Gilbert, because I’m going to ride you like the US cavalry.” You heard John and Alexander’s grunts, obviously getting turned on by you.
You meet his lips, swallowing a small moan in the embrace. You raise yourself up, smiling down at him, not breaking eye contact with the frenchman for a single second before unhurriedly lowering yourself onto his member, a soft moan exiting your mouth. Your pussy was weeping from your romp with Hercules, making Laf’s shaft slide in easily.
Lifting up and down, using your knees as fulcrum and driving down hard against him. The slapping noise of skin against skin drove you crazy as you rode Laf hard, galloping towards orgasm. You watch as his hands clutch the sheets. His head falling back as he emits a rumbled groan.
“Mon Dieu!” You heard Lafayette gasp, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, wanting more.
“Not so fast.” You pressed one hand against his muscular chest and spanked his inner thighs with the other. “I said I will handle everything so you just lay there relax.”
“Bien sûr, maîtresse.” He said between gritted teeth, obviously fighting the urge to thrust into you. Instead he absorbed your beauty. He loved the way your chest rose and fell with each heavy pant as you trembled at his length that was pleasurably stretching your sex.
You held very still, clenching and unclenching the muscles of your wet pussy around his deliciously large cock, feeling Lafayette’s shivers of delight. You rose on your knees until he was nearly outside of you, then you forcefully slammed down and buried him in your core, making you both scream loudly in pleasure.
“Alors…serré …ne peut pas… bouger…” Lafayette’s eyes were wide, about to explode any second. Unlike his usual way of making love, you were now the giver of pleasure instead of him, and it turned him on immensely.
You ground yourself against him, bouncing up and down. The friction building more as you went faster and faster. Moaning as your body strained for release, increasing your pace, rocking in circles, getting off on Laf’s moans.
You wanted more…so much more…needed more…
You must have said that out loud because you were quickly swarmed by John and Alexander.
As John buried his tongue in your mouth, while Alex worked on taking your bra off, trailing hickeys down your neck.
Then Alex decided to be a wise guy and roughly grabbed your breasts without warning. You tensed up in surprise, which sent you and Lafayette over the edge.
You lowered your head to look him, this sweet foreign Adonis whose climax you held in your grip. His brown eyes were hazy with lust and reflected the darkest desires of his mind. Then his eyelids hid them, his body going stiff and giving in to his unstoppable release.
Your muscles tightened around his shaft with enough tightness that it felt like you were going to crush him.
Laf’s back arched and eyes wide as he exploded inside you. Your movements stopped as you detected the twitches of his ejaculation inside your walls. You gave a shuddering smile in satisfaction as you milked Laf’s cock.
As you and Laf quieted, Laf pulled you against his chest that was still heaving intensely from the action.
“Darn…it…I…wanted…to…last…longer…” You said between your panting, your whole body felt like it turned to jelly, but still craving more. “I…want…”
“More?” Alex and John said seductively from your sides, already stripped down to their naked forms.
You lazily nodded. John pulled you off Lafayette while Alex helped raise Laf to his feet. He mumbled something about helping Hercules with dinner as he stumbled out. He must have still been in a post sex daze because he forgot to zip up his pants. Looks like Hercules will be in for really pleasant surprise.
John pressed you against him, mouthing hungrily at your jaw, your neck and, most delightfully, your breasts. “Now what does our little sweetness want us to do to her?”
“Ummmm…” You stared at them, not being able to think of anything.
“Don’t leave that pretty mouth open for too long, I might decide to make use of it.” commented Alex, licking your ear for emphasis.
“For shame, Alex, you know we can’t do anything to her unless she tell us to.” said John, as he teased your folds that were dripping with yours and Laf’s cum.
“We can’t make you wither in pleasure as we fill your heart, body, and mind with an insatiable lust that can only be extinguished by the sensation of epic orgasmic delight.” Alexander tells you hotly. Your mouth opens in anticipation, as his finger travels in a steady pattern with John’s; over your wet lips, still sensitive from your last orgasm.
You pouted at them for teasing you. Normally each one was so gentle, but together they would always mess with you. Them being together always brought out their sadistic sides, which they liked to take out on you.
“We can give you what you want…”
“…All you have to do is say the words.”
“Hard or sweet?”
“Slow and winding?”
“Or fast and intense?”
You smiled sheepishly, as your hand meets the the top of their trousers. You cheekily hook a finger inside, and their eyes widen at your boldness, something seeming to spark inside you. John leans down to her ear.
“Are you teasing us, (Y/N)?” His voice was surprisingly guttural and lower than usual, and the underlying tone of restraint gave you chills, as you looked up into his eyes.
“Maybe.” You leaned upwards, and kissed him in a way that made him respond tenfold. He pulls back, leaving you breathless and dazed. “Or maybe I just like touching you guys too much.”
Suddenly an idea springs to mind, and you turn to offer Alex your most innocent smile. You delicately remove his hands from your womanhood, and rest them on your hips. You then take his writing hand, and carefully grasp it. A knowing smile creeps onto Alex’s enchanting face, probably imagining a long fingering session. However, you have something else entirely different in store for both him and John.
You move his slick hand away from your lady parts, your eyes never leaving his, making sure his fingers are soaked with Laf’s and your wetness.
Slowly, you raise his hand to your mouth.
Alexander’s cocky smile fades and changes to one of complete surprise.
At a deliberately slow pace, you open your mouth and inserted Alex’s finger, that was coated in your own juices, before gradually closing your mouth and sucking his finger. The fact that such a move has warranted a look of ecstatic wonder on Alex’s face was priceless. John looked completely entranced. The sour, yet not entirely atrocious, taste of Alex’s finger, Laf’s cum, and your wetness fills your mouth. You look at him and John with beckoning eyes, as you slide his finger from your mouth, teasing the tip with your tongue.
“Fuck!” Alex blurts out.
You move onto his middle finger, sliding into your mouth and granting it the same attention, before dragging your tongue along it’s length-groaning quietly as you do so.
“Woah…” John pants out, his jaw dropped in disbelief. To counter-act the sour tang of Alex’s flesh, you lovingly take John’s soft hand into your own, raise it to your mouth and diminiutively suck and nibble the tip of his index finger, the flavor cleansing your palette. You spend the next few minutes alternating between them, sometimes gliding their fingertips over your lips, sometimes lapping thirstily at the digit with your tongue.
Alex appears to have taken a high class trip to heaven, his face lit up in glee. John looks extremely eager to ravish both you and Alex. You remove Alex’s finger from your mouth, taking both of his hands into your own and easing them down, so they’re resting over your breasts.
Guiding his hands in steady circles over them, you provide yourself with a stimulation that rushes to the aching heat between your thighs. Your body begging for them to do something already!
“I want both of you to…to…” Your voice came out small, barely even a whisper, as you tried not to sound too embarrassed.
“Yes?” John and Alex said, looks of raw passion and desire.
“…I want you to touch me all over and fill me.”
“C'mere, babe. I’ll take care of you while John gets everything ready.” Alex beckons gently, and you respond compliantly-taking his hands from your chest and placing them on his own stomach, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on the back of his hand. You shuffle forward, laying your own hands on his chest and lean forward-yet again-to kiss him on his perfect, petal-soft lips. His arms wrap around your upper body, bringing you closer-until you’re effectively lying on top of him, breasts cushioned against his chest, your knees spread on either side of his pelvis, leaving you in straddling position. It may not be the most comfortable, but if maintaining this position with Alex for a little longer meant sacrificing the rest of the strength in your back muscles, you’ll gladly accept it. The heat of Alex’s body pleasantly making up for it.
The nudge of Alex’s erect cock against your hip as he teasingly shifted between your legs. His breath tickling your nose. Now you didn’t really like to play favorites, but Alex had one talented mouth!
You melted into the familiar pressure of his lips. His masterful mouth moving over yours, coaxing your mouth to open for him. His tongue swiping across the seam of your mouth, exactly like how his fingers moved along the seam of your folds. He always understood the importance of touch.
Allowing him within your mouth, moaning around him as his tongue unhurriedly explored the moist cavern. He licked at your inner cheek, along the line of your teeth then flicked at your tongue in flirtatious manner, probing you to follow his lead. You did, exploring his mouth in return. He tasted like coffee with a hint of the imported beer. Moaning, you fed on his mouth, reveling at his personal flavor.
Hands dug into your hips, quickly flipping you over and angling for a brutal thrust. Lost in his kiss, you hadn’t mentally prepared, but your pussy had never been wetter and more willing, for him to plunge past your folds. As he urgently filled your pussy, your inner muscles convulsed at the sudden intrusion. He slid deep, though not totally and you still felt everything!
Now Alex was not exactly a Laf or Herc when it came to size, he was a small man, though she never had complaints. Because what Alex lacked in size he made up for it in pure passion.
His cock’s length curved to the side and as he withdrew his shaft, quickly drove back inside with force. You felt the pressure of his cock’s tip as it burned a line of friction sideways, bulging your stretched inner walls. It was a unique sensation that you had you in moaning in pleasure.
Gyrating his hips, Alex pierced you over and over, his cock making the squirm with each penetration into your sobbing folds. He wrapped his arms around you, hauling you closer into his chest. Your chest ached with the heaviness of a building orgasm. Your stomach fluttered against his with each pant. Your hands stroked down between your entwined bodies, rubbing his lower abdomen and the slim stomach that awaited you. He was so slender.
Suddenly you felt the entire world tip. The coldness of the air-conditioned air struck your sweaty back, making you buck in slight irritation. You found yourself back in the same position you were with Laf on the bed.
You lifted almost all the way off Alex’s cock, you savored his groan at your short-lived dominance. That’s when you felt it.
Hands, not Alex’s because they were too long and slender, dropped to your shoulders from behind you. Softly massaging your shoulders, moving slowly down to cover your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh. Lips found their way to the nape of your neck where they nibbled and licked a path across your sweaty skin. You melted into the touch, leaning to feel the new partner’s chest pressed to your back.
He was slim but bigger than Alex, and his chest was bare, leaving only flesh on flesh contact. Shivering, you knew exactly who this was.
“John…” you panted.
Moving in closer to you, his large, warm hand touches your back and follows the curve of your spine, before pinning you against Alex. Making you release a tiny squeak of surprise and causing you to break away from the peaceful embrace with Alex. John and him amused from your, quite frankly, adorable outburst. Blood rushes to your face, and you feel a familiar, hot glow radiating from your cheeks.
“It’s not funny.” You said, pouting your lips at them. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Was that supposed to be a pun?” John snorted.
“Because that was really really really terrible.” commented Alex.
“Shut up.” You said, trying to hide the smile playing on your lips.
“Fine, fine. Let’s get back to business.” John said, his voice clear as a bell. “Jesus, your completely soaked.”
“Tight, too. Though I think we still need some extra preparation before we can finish you.” Alex said, punctuating his statement by lifting his hips and slamming his shaft back inside your pussy.
As Alex did that, John’s fingertips joined his breach, adding more pressure to the borders of your seam as he moved his tips along the line of yours and Alex’s nearly fused flesh. You could feel Alex grumble, beginning low in his chest, right under where your hands rested for balance.
“Fucking hell! Let me know before you do something, babe! I don’t want to come to soon!”
“Remember when I tried to talk you into doing tantric yoga with me, but you said there was no point?” John teased his boyfriend. “That was one of the benefits.”
“You and your fucking fitness fads…whatever.”
“I love you, too.”
You contained your giggle at frustrated look on Alex’s face. Beads of sweat and all. Still, you understood what he was feeling at the moment. Between John’s fingers edging your hole, Alex’s cock teasing your wet folds, and his hands now tweaking and pulling at your nipples, you were about to explode in a rattling orgasmic tsunami.
“John…lube…ready?” You only were able to half hear the plea in Alex’s voice, his cock stroking your plump and swollen clit. You were too far gone, floating on a cloud of pent up sexual tension. The friction was painful, your nerves still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, which added to the thrill of what you knew was coming next. Thinking about how John and Alex were about to stretch you so wide that it’d probably take a week for you to recover. You wanted something new and were definitely about to get it.
“All good, babe. You ready, sweetie?” John’s voice was a rough roar, rumbling in your ear. His hand sliding down the side of your body, brushing past the gentle yet tightly grip of Alex’s fingers at your hips. Stroking low, he rested a palm on her mound, tickling the thin skin surrounding the bundle of nerves. The new sensation making you buck and thrash up, almost knocking John from his position.
Reacting to your movements, John’s fingers danced up the bumps of your spine, tangling your hair in his hand, tightening his gentle grip, and pulling your head back. His other hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades. You were now immobilized, at the mercy of Alex’s cock that was pummeling your pussy and John’s across your backside.
Alex pushed into you again, slipping through easily. Biting your bottom lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood, preparing yourself for the worst.
“Be prepared. We’re going to split you wide, babydoll.” Alex grunted.
Now that is what you were talking about. You had never done anal before. Though you had to admit to doing a bit of curious research after reading to many fanfics and all the research stressed the importance of using lube. Which you realized was completely true when ever you saw your boyfriends have sex. (It’s the only way Laf and Herc can fit.)
John started small, knowing that it was your first time. Circling over and over again before he finally pressed forward and entered you. At first, you didn’t really feel anything…then the pressure hit.
You thought the websites had exaggerated the feelings of anal sex, but you were wrong. John added more lube to his finger, forcing his thumb and knuckle inside you.
“Fuck!” You yelled, trying to pull away. Whether prepared or not, the pain was immense as your body tried to adjust. The sharp edge of a tear flared in your eyes, Alexander quickly noticed. His writing roughened palm cupped your chin, his thumbs delicately caressing your cheeks.
“Shhh. I know it hurts right now, but try and bear with it. I’m going to kiss you, honey. Try to breathe normally.” Alex warned, quieting you with a kiss as John stretched your ass with finger after finger. You were thankful for Alex’s kindness, but it did little to ease the pain.
Finally, three fingers deep into your ass, John kissed you for your perseverance. Soon you were trembling from pain, pleasure, need, and hope. This was it.
“Tell us if you want us to stop and we will.” John soothed.
“We want to make sure your okay with this. So I’m asking again. Do you really want this?” Alex asked, gazing into your eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes.” You nodded furiously, the anticipation and frustration from lack of orgasm driving you crazy. “I want it! I want it SO bad! Please give it–”
John was extremely eager to obey, wrapping an arm under your hips and plunging his long, slender cock up your ass. Surprise tore a scream from your throat.
Alex grunted under you, as he pushed into you. His cock stroking your G-spot as moved through you. You whined as he continued in and out, pounding your G-spot, and grinding against your womb.
Deep within your lower body, you felt the slide of your boyfriends’ cocks as they bumped and touched across the thin membrane of your vaginal walls and anal passage.
John grunted, taking you roughly, his dominant side in overdrive. His pounding was fast, intense, and deep, not giving you anytime to adjust. He was always such a passive dom, reveling at how you or the others bowed before him, under him. And you loved the way he made you feel that way.
Alex growled under you, his mouth on you, tasting you. Licking up and down the valley of your breasts, nipping painfully at your suspended nipples as he whispered praises and compliments to you.
“That’s it, honey. You’re doing great…better than great. You look so sexy right now that I just can’t hold back.” Alex grunted.
“Your amazing, (Y/N). Your ass is amazing! I could fuck you all day long!” John panted, the strokes of his cock were slow and steady, building toward his completion.
Achingly full, pulsing from pain and pleasure that radiated from every nerve, sweat pouring from your pours, you rejoiced. You were losing control, your body deeply reacting to Alex and John.
“She’s close, babe.” John’s lips lovingly stroked the muscle of your shoulder as he spoke over your skin.
That’s all Alex needed to hear, because he couldn’t hold back anymore. No matter how long he tried, he couldn’t hold back. His hands sliding to grip your ass and slamming deeply into you. You yelped as his nails harshly gripped your skin, then yelped again as his cock settled deeply into you. Your spine stiffening as John’s climax followed Alex’s.
You tensed up, finally snapping. Despite the intense heat of three bodies crowded together, moving in unison, lost in sensation, your skin flushed. It cut deep, making you shriek their names. Riding the hell out of your second orgasm, as Alex and John’s warm spunk coated your inner walls. Coming apart, like ice melting in a sudden burst of flames as your pussy and anal passage were flooded with warm cum. Climax cresting over you in a giant unstoppable tidal wave, seeing stars burst behind your eyelids.
“That’s it, come for us, Babydoll.” John said, his delicious lips curling into a broad smile. Alex kept up his intense thrusting into your pussy until screaming subsided. Your body collapsing in exhausted satisfaction. Alex and John placing gentle kisses on your forehead and neck as you went limp in exhaustion, falling next to Alex on the bed. John quickly settling next to you.
“So…intense…” You panted. “I…can't…anymore…feel…soar…need…rest…”
Soft applause rippled from the doorway.
“Magnifique!” Laf cheered, leaning in the doorway as Hercules stood by his side, filming on his camcorder. “What a show! So natural and sweet! I could feel the passion from here!”
“Talk about going out with a bang! You three could crush the porn industry!” Herc smiled, but kept his distance from the three of you, allowing you to collect yourselves and cover up with sheets. “This is a memorable moment! Our angel’s first time doing anal!”
John and Alex snickered from sides as they snuggled against your body under the covers. But you were only half listening to what your boyfriends were saying.
Laf was always taking videos of everything, his sense of humor and perverted sensibility made him perfect for shooting porn. And even though he swore that the videos would never ever be seen by anyone other then him, you still couldn’t calm your nerves.
Sitting up, the sheet falling from your naked torso, reaching for Laf’s camera in panic. You didn’t realize how completely weak you were and that your legs were still tangled in the sheets. Before you could realize what was happening, you were falling off the bed.
Note:I hope you guys enjoy the story! It can be found on my Ao3!
Requested by Anon “
Tommy seems like he’d love to have sex in (semi) public areas. My request is to always write them having public sex with someones walking in on them. And my thoughts maybe similar so you could write one or the other, or, well, maybe both into one story. Someone just walks in on Reader giving Tommy oral while the couple were in his office, sex could actually be added too. Or Tommy and Reader have sex in the pub after hours when someone walks in to see them on top of the counter or against table?
You walk towards Tommy’s office, saying hello to those you know as you pass by. Tommy wanted you to go drop something off to Polly, and told you to come and see him after you finished. You had gotten distracted talking to Polly about some things and completely forgot about having to talk with Tommy. Once you had seen the time, you apologized to Polly before rushing out the door and heading back.
Knocking on Tommy’s office door, you wait for him to call you in. His voice came through the door and you twist the doorknob and push it open. Tommy looks up at his papers, once he realizes that it is you he leans back in his seat. Closing the door, you walk towards one of the chairs in front of the desk. As you go to sit down, Thomas speaks up.
In an abandoned lot, two neon skeletons skated around doing various tricks. From a distance, they looked almost like father and son, or maybe two brothers who dressed alike. They laughed and talked casually as the breeze, looking to the world like the happiest people alive.
But of course that’s at a distance. Up close…
“Hey big bro mcman, how’d ya do the rad nasty trick again?” the smaller one asked.
“That widdle-waddle nightmare flip? Little buddy bro it ain’t so far out hard as you’re trying, you need to relax a little more little buddy,” the larger one replied. He skated over to the little guy and sat down on the board. “Show me what moves you got so far homeslice, then we’ll see. You’re pretty bright little bulb after all.” The skelly smiled, but it looked hollow, and even with the sunglasses one could sense a hard stare.
“Shaw, I’m always cool big guy, I’m the chillest radtastic guy on the block. Nothin’ bothers me,” the little guy said, shrugging. When the big guy skated over, the little one stared a bit from behind his shades, watching him. Then he grinned broadly and said, “Hey, no problem my man, check out these moves.”