I really wanted to try doing a more realistic portrait again so I used my beloved DnD character, Marf the Monk.
TONS of new experimenting in one drawing! Especially coloring, brush use, and lighting. I’m really hype because I finally got the “colorizing a black and white painting” to work out and while the grayscale may have taken ~10 hours to shade, it only took about one hour to color! I’m definitely going to practice this method some more because I’d love to be able to offer examples of this style for commissions.
[ one can only imagine lol hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! ]
Rated (SM) for slightly mature.
➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking.
“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?”
Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder.
“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!”
“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.”
➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…”
Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door.
“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?”
Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good.
“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well.
“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him.
He was smart enough to lock the door.
➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise.
Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance.
“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom.
Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk.
“On your knees, babygirl.”
➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower.
“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?”
He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.”
It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they?
“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment.
“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?”
➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin.
“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”
“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?”
Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time.
“I-I…I have no words…”
“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself.
“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”
“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”
He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”
➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever.
The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down.
“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies.
“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.”
You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air.
“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!”
➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling.
“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~”
“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for.
“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare.
“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.”
Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated.
Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.
“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…
“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”
Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.
“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.
“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.
“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.
“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.
“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.
Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.
Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.
“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.
“What in Merlin’s name was that?”
Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him theselooks.
At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?
“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.
“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.
“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”
“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.
“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.
“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.
Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-
Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.
“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”
Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.
“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.
“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”
Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.
“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”
Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”
Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.
“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.
“What do you mean, more decisive?”
Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.
“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.
“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.
“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”
“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.
Draco’s mind reeled.
“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”
“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”
Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.
“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”
Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.
“But you like me, right?”
Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.
“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”
Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.
“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”
Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-
“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”
“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”
Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.
“Did you just say- You… What?”
Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.
“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”
Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.
“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.
“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!
“What are you having?” Castiel asked with a smile, and Dean’s stomach flipped.
“Um. Regular latte,” he managed to say, and smiled.
“Regular latte,” Castiel repeated. “Coming right up.” He turned away, and began to prepare Dean’s drink, tanned hands picking up a plain white cup which he spun into position onto the coffee machine, glancing up to see whether Dean had noticed. Dean smiled, hoping it came across as ‘impressed’ and not ‘totally smitten’.
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other behind the cafe counter, Dean waited for his latte to be ready. He preferred espresso, if he was honest - but lattes took longer to drink, and just recently, Dean had found himself becoming a professional in the niche field of ‘reasons to take a long time over drinking a coffee in a small cafe’. He’d never even liked coffee that much - it had always been more of a necessary evil, utilized when he’d pushed his sleeping schedule beyond the reasonable limit - but that was something that he’d conveniently forgotten, just recently.
In fact, he could date this very specific amnesia to the exact moment that he’d walked through the door of this tiny cafe, tired in the middle of a long day at work and gasping for something to drink on his lunch break. That had been the first time he’d come, but there had been a second time, and a third… and now it was almost a whole month later, and Dean was still coming in every day.
He wished he could say that it was the coffee at Better Latte Than Never that kept him coming back. The coffee was good – or at least, Dean thought it was, though he was no expert - he hadn’t exactly sampled a whole lot of different brands. In fact, recently, he hadn’t even bothered buying his usual packet of filter coffee when he went grocery shopping. He spent so much time in Better Latte Than Never that he was starting to genuinely worry about the effects of overcaffeination.
After all, maybe those effects included giddiness, and butterflies in his stomach, and a heart rate through the roof, all of which Dean had been experiencing on a daily basis - but if he was honest, Dean didn’t think he could blame the coffee so much as the maker of the coffee for the symptoms.
Warnings: Smut - NSFW – Sexual themes, inappropriate language, nudity, handjob,
fingering, squirting, unprotected sex - please guys if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection. Also if you’re underage, please don’t read this.
Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t even know what to say about this. I think this
is the most smuty thing I’ve ever wrote ahah so all I can say is I hope you
enjoy it. This is also for @marvelous-fvcks writing
challenge. I hope you like it! I did my best. And please guys, tell me what you think of it. I’m so nervous for some reason ahaha.
Prompt Word: Hickey
You don’t know how it started. But from the moment you met Fionn, you wanted to know him. He was sweet, mysterious and there was something about him that made him different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had, what you called, a “friend crush” on Fionn. He was cute, sure. But he had also become one of Harrys best friends. You had never liked one of Harrys friends as more than a friend, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. But as Fionn slowly inserted himself into Harrys life outside of Dunkirk, the more time you spent time with him. And the more you spent time with him, the more you were able to look into his pretty hazel eyes and bright smile. And this lead to you developing more than a “friend crush” on him. But Fionn was good at hiding his emotions, so you had no idea that the feeling was mutual. He had let it slip after one too many beers sitting poolside with Harry.
“She’s hot mate.” He slurred looking over at Harry.
“(y/n)” he said shamelessly.
“Oy, that’s me girl your crackin’ on.” Harry said sitting up from his slouching position in his chair.
“But you’ve got to admit, she’s hot.” Harry let a sly smirk grace his lips as his drunken thoughts drifted to his beautiful girl. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be mad at Fionn. You were hot. Now that Harry thinks about it, he had noticed Fionn looking at you the way only he was supposed to. Just then, a thought drifted into Harrys head that probably shouldn’t have. Harry would normally never suggest such a thing, but the alcohol running through his veins and the image of you in his head made his better judgement lapse.
“If…” Harry starts.
“Get on with it, Harry.” Fionn said to him
“If she agrees to a threesome, would you do it?”
“You mean… you, me and her?” Fionn asks.
Harry nods and takes another swig of his beer, which is probably the last thing on earth he needs more of right now.
When Harry gets home from his morning workout, he finds you curled up in your favorite corner of your shared home. He decides to pop in, kiss your forehead and take a shower before he speaks to you. When he comes back downstairs, he now finds you sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in your hands, held out for him.
“I made your coffee, baby. Just the way you like it.” You said smiling up at him and placing a kiss to his jaw.
“Thank you love. Um…can we talk?” he nervously asked you taking a seat.
“What’s on your mind, bub?”
“You like Fionn, don’t you?” he said keeping his eyes trained on his coffee mug.
“He’s sweet. Yea I like him.”
“Do you find him attractive? Like, sexually?”
“He’s cute…Harry, where are you going with this?” you asked him confused.
It was then Harry realized that the worst you could do was laugh in his face and tell him no, which he could handle, so he just spit it out,
“Do you want to have a threesome with Fionn and I?” he said finally looking up at you.
You hesitated for a moment. Harry had always been very protective of you and very private with your sex life. So why now all of a sudden, he wants to open it up for Fionn, of all people. How did this even come about? You can’t imagine it being Fionn’s idea, he always seems so innocent and respectful. But all these questions aside, Harry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t trust Fionn. And you did think he was attractive; beyond, actually. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted out a “Sure. Why not?”
Harrys face lit up, and he got up from the table and placed a burning kiss to your lips. “I’ll go call Fionn!” he said running down the hall, leaving you to wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.
A few nights later, there you were, in black and red lace, a silk sheer robe covering your body, waiting for Fionn to arrive at yours and Harrys home. You paced back and forth wondering how all this would play out.
“Relax, love. It’ll be fun. And if you want it to stop, just say the word.” And before you could respond to Harry, who was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of bright red Calvin Klein boxers, the doorbell rang and it nearly made you jump out of your skin.
“I’ll get it!” you said running down the marble staircase and to the front door.
You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling Fionn, with a bottle of Rosé.
“Hi, come on in.” you said and stepped aside, letting him into your home.
“Thank you. You look stunning. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He said nervously.
You laughed as Fionn took off his shoes at the door.
“Well believe it. Head on up to the bedroom. Go up the stairs and to the right; big white double doors, can’t miss it. Harrys waiting. I’ll get some glasses for the wine.” You said smiling at him. The wine would be helpful in loosening you up.
When you get to the bedroom, Fionn has already stripped down to his black boxers, toned arms and abs on display as well as broad shoulders. It was strange, it had been years since you’d been with anyone other than Harry. You placed the glasses down on the bedside table.
“Anyone want any wine?” you asked as you poured a glass for yourself. You were met with two “No, thank you” and you drank the whole glass in one go.
“Alright.” You said and dropped your robe revealing your lacy outfit. You didn’t know what to do, so you looked at Harry for guidance, which Fionn was already doing.
“What are you looking at me for? Have at it. My only rules are, if (y/n) says stop, stop. And Fionn- wear this.”
Harry said tossing a condom Fionns way. He nodded and you made your way over to stand between his legs, figuring Harry would join in when he was ready. You leaned down and let your lips ghost over Fionn’s, before pressing them together. The kiss was sweet, Fionn obviously testing the waters. As your tongue ran over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss, your hands pressed onto his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, lining your aching core up with his hard cock, grinding on him like you would Harry. He let out a moan in your mouth, and gripped your hips hard. His hips bucked up to get more from you and this caused you to bite down on his full bottom lip and whimper out his name. It felt so strange, saying a name in bed that wasn’t Harry. You disconnected your lips from the beautiful boys, to leave a trail of kisses down his solid body, with no tattoos in your wake. Pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers, you couldn’t help but compare him to Harry. He was slightly smaller and not as thick, and had a little more of a curve to him than Harry did. You took the plunge and wrapped your lips around him. Fionns eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers made their way to your hair as you swirled your tongue around his swollen, raspberry head.
“Fuck, you feel like velvet.” He said pulling tighter on your hair as your lips slid up and down his cock, covering him in your saliva. You licked all the way up the vein on his underside, and sucked hard on his tip causing him to let out a deep moan.
“Shit. Fuck don’t stop beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He said. You let your tongue feel out every vein bump and ridge on him as you took him as far as you could go, your lips touching the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He let out a whimper and bucked up his hips harder, causing you to choke around his thick length and pull back. He was covered in your spit and you could tell he was close. But you wanted him inside you. So, you made your way back up his body pressing your lips to his mouth in a breathless, hard kiss.
“I want you inside me Fionn. Want your big cock inside my tight pussy. It’s so wet for you baby.”
Fionn let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding, and before you knew it, you were on your back, looking up at the pretty boy. It was now his turn to cover you in kisses. He took off your bra, and his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked on the hard nub. He did the same for the other as one of his long slender fingers made its way into your soaked panties and slipped itself inside you. It was your hips that were now bucking up into him, his finger pumping in and out of you and his lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. Shit and you’re so wet for me. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, his fingers left your body, only to pull your panties down your shaking legs. He threw them over his shoulder, and leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs. You took this moment to look over at Harry, who you’d forgotten about until now. His boxers were off his body and on the floor next to his feet, as his hand dragged slowly up his hard, red cock. The sight alone, made you let out a whimper as Fionns soft, warm, wet tongue ran itself up your dripping center.
“Enjoying yourself there, love?” Harry asked you.
And before you could even respond, Fionns lips wrapped around your clit and gave it a hard suck.
“Fuck, Fionn!” you moaned as you bucked your hips up to get more of his mouth. He kissed all the way down you, before his tongue slipped inside you, fucking you expertly. That, mixed with the slow circles he was rubbing on your clit, and the sight of Harry tugging on his oozing cock made your orgasm rip through you. Your toes curled, your back arched and your hips bucked. Fionns tongue was still fucking you, as your vision went white.
“Oh, my god, Fionn fuck baby.” You had a frim grip on his hair as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your high, his thumb still on your clit, his tongue still feeling your velvety, throbbing walls.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with a smiling Fionn, with a mix of his spit and your juices covering the bottom half of his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then said,
“I think someone else wants some of your attention as well.” And he nodded towards Harry who was standing on the side of the bed. You smiled up at your beautiful boy, and for the first time tonight, you kissed a familiar pair of warm, plump lips. You and Harry got lost in your passionate kiss, and you only broke it because of the sound of Fionn tearing a condom open and rolling it on.
“C’mere baby girl.” Fionn said and he pulled you away from Harry and pushed a hand on your back to make you kneel down, your ass touching the tip of Fionns cock, your nose nearly touching Harrys. Fionn wasted no time pushing inside you, you both letting out a loud moan at the feeling. You felt full, to the brim actually. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for Fionn to make you cum, your pussy feeling like silk against his thick cock. Your lips wasted no time wrapping around Harry, him almost doubling over at the feeling of your lips. You couldn’t hold Harrys hips like you normally would, having to keep yourself up, due to Fionn basically pounding you from behind.
“Fuck my mouth baby.” You said looking up at Harry. He nodded and guided his cock inside your mouth, fucking your mouth at the same pace Fionn was fucking your pussy. The three of you were moaning messes, getting turned on by not only the feeling but also by the atmosphere. You moaned around Harrys cock when Fionn hit that little spot inside you that made you squirm. You squeezed around him as he let out an animalistic growl, driving his length into you hard, causing you to take all of Harrys length into your mouth. Spit was dripping down your chin and onto the bed, your arousal dripping down your thighs. You could feel both Harry and Fionn twitch inside you, just as Fionns fingers began to rub harshly at your clit. This caused your second orgasm of the evening, your jaw going slack and moaning around Harrys cock. He pulled his cock from your mouth and let his hand harshly jerk himself off, his cum painting your face as your name and a string of profanities falling from his lips. You got so caught up in Harry that you didn’t realize Fionn was also cumming inside the condom that covered him. Fionn moaned your name and collapsed onto the bed behind you, and you laid down beside him as he caught his breath.
You moved over to make room for Harry, and as soon as he was in reach, you pressed your lips to his in a hot kiss. He pulled away, admiring the sight of you fucked out, his cum dripping all over your face. He brought a finger up to your cheek, swiping a thick drop of cum off your skin, holding it up to your lips to suck at. You did, sucking on his fingers, just as you did his cock moments ago. You giggled, pressing another kiss to Harrys lips, before he wiped the rest of his cum off your face with a tissue.