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That was the first time you felt a thrill, the blush that crept up on his cheek had your insides fluttering. Neither of you said anything though, you pulled your bikini top down and laid on your back. Though you could feel his eyes on you for the rest of the day.

Second time was when he had come round to drop round your dress you had left at his, he used his spare key when you didn’t answer and walked in. To his surprise you walked out of the bedroom with only your panties on, he just about exploded on the spot.

To be polite he pretended to be busy in the kitchen writing you a note, you knew he had seen, you’d heard him calling your name when he knocked on the door.

But you threw a jumper on and met him in the kitchen, neither of you talking about it. Though Drew dreamt about your perky full breasts for weeks to come, you dreamt about him bending you over the kitchen table and taking his way with you.

The third incident was when you were both at a party, and you had been grinding up on some guy. Drew watched from a distance, and when he noticed you went missing, he went looking for you.

And he didn’t expect to see you, skirt bunched at the waist and cock deep with the guy you had just been dancing with. Your eyes met briefly mid orgasm and he quickly stepped out of the room without saying a word.

Again neither of you spoke about it, his dreams now consisted of your boobs and the way your face scrunched up when you came. You dreamt about him calling you good girl and showing you a good time.

Finally, by the fourth time, Drew decided that he had had enough of pretending like nothing had happened. So when you walked out of your bedroom completely naked, and walked past your window Drew happened to be sitting by his bedroom window. When he noticed, he grabbed his phone and his keys and he raced around the block to your apartment.

The loud banging on your door gave you a fright, you grabbed your dressing gown, and raced over, looking through the peephole to see Drew, who looked frustrated. You quickly open the door for him, and he immediately pushes you back inside and slam the door closed.

“What's wrong Drew?” You asked, gripping the robe around your chest a little tighter, he stalks past you and starts pacing the room. “ Do you do this on purpose?” He questions, his fingers are massaging his temples as he stares at you.

“Sorry, what do you mean? I’m really confused”

This time you hadnt meant for him to see you, you were a little surprised at this visit, and very confused on what he was talking about.

“getting naked, flashing me”

“oh, maybe I do it on purpose, and maybe sometimes it just happens”

He stalks over to you and grabs you by the biceps, your heart beats a little bit faster, and your skin begins to feel clammy. You’ve wanted him to make the first move since you’ve known him.

But you can see the internal battle he is having with himself. so, you grab him by the face and smash your lips together in hunger. Your teeth nibble at his lower lip, he grants your tongue access.

“Wait, wait” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away from you. He’s not sure this is a good idea, it could ruin your 15 year friendship. But he really wants you, his dick already straining in his pants.

You pull the belt around your robe and let it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Drew’s eyes drink in your curves, his Adam’s apple bobs harshly as he swallows.

“Fuck it”

One hand finds your waist and the other grips your jaw. Pulling your body against him, he can feel the swell of your breasts against his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time” you state, your arms wrapped around his neck.

He grips just under your bum and tells you to jump, your legs wrapping around him. Your arousal soaks his shirt as he walks you over to the kitchen table, your bum meets the cool wood. “You're so beautiful” he murmurs, he leaves open mouth kisses on your neck.

You dig your heels into his lower back and pull him closer to you, the buckle of his belt pressing firmly to your naked pussy, you let out a hiss and a shudder runs through your body. “I need you to touch me… please” you beg, he lifts his head from your neck and stares down at you.

You watch intently as he drops to his knees in front of you, he moves your feet so they sit on his shoulders. His eyes bore holes in your weeping cunt, your fingers grip the sides of the table. “Please”.

He runs a singer through your folds, your arms wobble from under you. “Oh!” You squeak, the tip of his finger swirls around your hole before he pushes it inside of you. “Fuck… you feel so good, squeezing around my finger so tight. Good girl”.

Your head meets the table, arching your back at his words. He inserts 2 more fingers just as he presses his tongue to your swollen clit, a loud cry leaves your lips.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails scratching at the polished wood underneath you.

His mouth toys with your clit, hot breath fanning over your pussy. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Drew professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt sent the blood rushing to his cock, The sunset seeps through the glass windows, setting a romantic ambience. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his face.

He’s three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries bounced off the walls. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours. Bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Such a good girl”.

“You like when I call you that don’t you” He states, he pulls himself to stand. Pressing his palms into your fleshy thighs, giving you a kiss on the jaw, cheek and finally lips. “Yeah” you breath, your pussy already begging for more.

“Can you kneel for me now sweet girl” he says in more of a statement than a question, you nod your head and move to sit in front of him.

His fingers hook under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him. You bite your lower lip and wait patiently, your mouth salivating at the thought of his cock choking you.

“Be a good girl and take my dick”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, your fingers were on his belt in a matter of seconds. Stripping him of his lower clothes, he pulled his shirt over his head. Abs clenching when your fingers grazed his thick cock. “Can I?”.

His fingers grip your hair, your mouth sucking just the tip. The taste of pre cum on your taste buds, you squeeze your thighs together as you take him in. His cock hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly around him. “Such a good girl”.

You dig your nails into his thighs, pushing him further down your throat. Gagging and salivating around his cock, emitting loud moans from Drew above you.

His fingers tug at your hair, your pussy dripping all over your legs. Tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your face, the words good girl fall from his lips over and over until you're grinding against yourself for some release.

“Come here” he growls, pulling you away from his cock. He spins you around and pushes your hips into the dining table, holding both your arms behind your back. “I’m going to fuck this pussy like I do in my dreams, until the shape of my cock becomes imprinted on your walls”.

“Please Drew!” You cry, your cheek pressed against the table. One hand holds both your wrists while the other guides his cock to your folds, running them through to collect your arousal. “Oh fuck… I need you” you cry out.

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock.

“Fuck…so perfect” he groans, his fingers dig into the flesh on your wrists. “Oh… fuck, I love your cock” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, you wriggling your wrists but he doesn’t let you free.

“Such a good girl… I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment we became friends” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

He finally lets go of your wrists and you pull them in front of you, Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with your hair and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the table and entering you once more.

“Kiss me please” you beg, he grips your throat and presses his lips to yours. It’s hungry and passionate and you never want it to end.

“Oh god.. Fuck!” You cry against his lips, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto your lip. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper. He lets out a groan of pleasure, breathing harshly through his nose.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“You did such a good job” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. You stay connected for a moment until he is completely limp, pulling out of you slowly. “Who knew I liked being praised so much,” you joked, your chest heaving.

He looks at you for a moment and quickly looks away, going to reach for his clothes. You grab him by the bicep and pull him back. “Hey, don’t stress Drew… I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a very long time, I just didn’t have the courage…Thought flashing you a few times would just get you to make the first move”.

“Well it worked… that was amazing, everything I ever dreamt about”.

You were dancing at a nightclub when you spotted them both across the dance floor. One had dirty blonde hair and he was tall. He had adorable dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. The other one was even taller with darker brown hair and a jawline that could kill. They both couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of you. You recognized them of course. You knew exactly who they were and you were insanely attracted to them both. You swayed your hips to the music as you caught eyes with Drew. He smiled widely and waved at you, signaling you to come over to him. You made your way over to him and he was surprised when you turned your attention to Rudy.

“I saw you staring at me from over there.” You leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“Yeah so maybe I was.” He responded back with a cocky smirk on his face.

“I was also staring at you, ya know.” Drew startled you when he came up behind you and you turned to look at him.

“I know. So what do you want to do about it?” You turned your body so you could look back at both of them.

“Which one of us are you asking?” Rudy spoke up. You bit your lip and gave him a smirk before making eye contact with Drew.

“Well maybe, I want you both.” Drew looked like he had just found out he hit the lottery and Rudy's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets. It was a sight to see these men nearly foaming at the mouth at your little proposal. Drew walked around you and whispered something in Rudy’s ear and you saw him nod eagerly. Before you knew it, Rudy was grabbing your hand and leading you out of the crowd. Drew followed closely behind.

Rudy guided you to the back of the club and pulled you into the men’s bathroom. It wasn’t the most ideal place for a hookup but you were all pretty drunk at this point, and no one seemed to care. The second the door closed behind you all, Rudy was pulling you into him attaching his lips to yours. You kissed him back hard, pushing him into the wall behind him. It was way too easy to get lost in the way he was kissing you when he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, you almost forgot that you two weren’t alone. You pulled away from Rudy to turn back to look at Drew. He was watching you both patiently in the corner.

“Don’t you want to play with me?” He smirked as you went back to kissing Rudy. He came up behind you, wrapped his hands around your waist, and started kissing your neck. A few moans escaped your lips, bouncing off them into Rudy’s mouth. Drew’s hands trailed under your dress, cupping your ass harshly before slipping one hand into the front of your panties. Your teeth threatened to bite Rudy’s tongue when you felt Drew start to rub slow circles on your clit. You pulled away from Rudy’s lips to dip your head back into Drew’s shoulder.

“So fucking wet for us already you pretty little thing.” Drew’s fingers continued working you up as Rudy’s attention went to your tits, slipping the straps of your dress down so he could pull them out. He attached his lips to your nipple, swirling his tongue in a devilish manner as he played with your other with his fingers. Drew turned your head so you could kiss him as his fingers continued to taunt you. They were driving you crazy and you were literally just getting started.

“Turn around for me baby.” Rudy said and you pulled away from Drew’s lips as he pulled his hands away from you. Rudy rolled your hips into him from behind and you could feel how hard he was as he placed wet kisses on the side of your neck. Then he took you by surprise by pushing you into Drew. You saw them communicating silently when Drew winked and smirked at Rudy. Drew leaned down, crashing his lips into yours and he started undoing his belt. Rudy came up behind you, pushed your dress up, and ran his fingers through your folds from the back. Drew had managed to pull his cock out of his pants, the tip was red and leaking with precum.

You wanted to get on your knees immediately but you knew Rudy had other plans when you felt his fingers push inside of you. You whined out loudly and took Drew’s cock in your small hand and started pumping it slowly while Rudy’s fucked you with his fingers. Drew’s hand fisted in your hair causing you to whine out even further. You could hear Rudy fumbling with his own pants behind you and heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Seconds later he was throwing the empty package across the room. He pulled his fingers from you and pulled your panties down your legs. You pulled Drew closer to you as you continued to pump his cock, locking your lips together. Your muffled cries vibrated off Drew’s mouth when you felt Rudy slip himself inside of you. He cursed to himself when he pulled out and pushed back in hard. You and Drew swallowed each other’s moans as you continued to fuck him with your hand as Rudy continued to fuck you from behind. You were all startled from your indiscretion when the bathroom door flew open and someone walked in. You all froze in your movements but you recognized the man that walked in was one of their costars. Austin North.

“You guys are fucking wild.” He chuckled as Rudy and Drew both glared at him.

“Either join in or get out.” You spat out and they all gave you wide eyes.

“Wait, seriously?” Austin asked and took a step forward.

“Dude, get the fuck out of here.” Drew yelled and Austin laughed.

“Alright alright, I’m gone.” Austin’s hands flew up in the air as he slowly backed out of the bathroom.

“Let's take this to the limo bro, more privacy.” Drew said to Rudy and he groaned.

“I’ve only got this one condom.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m on birth control huh?” You interrupted.

“Jesus christ girl, you’re gonna be the death of us both.” Drew winked as he pulled his cock out of your hand and put it back in his pants. You whined when Rudy pulled out of you. He pulled the condom off and threw it away then adjusted himself back into his pants. He helped you pull your panties back up before you guys headed out of the bathroom. Drew held your hand as he led you guys outside.

The limo was parked right out front waiting for the guys to be done with their night. Drew opened the door and pulled you in, Rudy quickly following behind and closing the door. Drew sat down on the bench seat and you sunk down to your knees in front of him. You eagerly helped him undo his pants to release his cock and wasted no time wrapping your lips around the tip. Drew fisted his hands through your hair and his head flew back in pleasure. As you worked Drew with your mouth, Rudy came up behind you pushing your dress up once again, and tore your panties back down your legs.

He worked you once again with his fingers before replacing them with his mouth. His tongue teased your entrance as you whined around Drew’s cock. You bobbed your head up and down faster, taking him all the way in, and nearly choked when you felt Rudy’s tongue thrust inside of you. Once he felt like you were ready for him, he pulled his cock out and shoved himself inside of you. The raw feeling of him this time was almost too much for you to take while you tried to still give special attention to Drew with your mouth.

Rudy’s thrusts were slow but highly effective as he gripped your hips tightly. You continued to moan around Drew’s cock and you could tell he was getting closer to his release when he started twitching in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip and that sent him over the edge. He groaned loudly as his hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth and you swallowed every last drop. He finally pulled you away and leaned down to kiss you as Rudy kept fucking you from behind. His thrusts increased rapidly as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach starting to wind up. Rudy reached around to rub your clit and your eyes squeezed shut, teetering on the edge of your first orgasm.

“Cum for us darling.” Drew coos as you clench hard around Rudy. Your walls fluttering pulls Rudy’s release from him as he coats your insides with his seed. He pulls out of you and Drew gives you no time to recover before pushing you down on the floor and hovering over the top of you.

“Wait, wait.” You gasp out the words and Drew ceases his actions immediately and worry washes over his face. “I want both of you inside of me.” Drew’s jaw nearly hits the floor as he turns back to look at Rudy.

“I’m down if you’re down.” Rudy nods and Drew pulls away from you. Rudy lays down flat on the bench seat and calls you over to him. He pulls you down on top of him and attaches his lips to yours, the taste of yourself still lingers on his tongue and you moan into the kiss. He reaches down in between you to line himself with your entrance before you sink down onto him. You flash him a cocky grin as you lean up and roll your hips over him. He bites his lip and slaps your ass as Drew situates himself behind you.

Drew spits into his hand and rubs it on his cock before he spreads your cheeks wide for him. You grip onto Rudy’s shoulders as you feel Drew slowly slide inside of you, stretching out your tight hole as you hiss slightly from the pain. The feeling of being so full is foreign but you can tell it’s going to take you to paradise.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Drew growls into your ear and Rudy groans from you clenching almost immediately. Drew slowly pulls out and pushes back in, letting you adjust to the feeling and you give Rudy a nod letting him know you’re ready. You can’t contain the noises falling from your lips as Rudy starts thrusting up into you. They start ripping you apart in the best possible way. As Rudy thrusts in, Drew’s thrusting out and their hands worship your body anywhere and any way they can. Rudy gropes your tits as Drew leaves love bites on your shoulder.

“This pussy is fucking heaven.” Rudy mews as he pulls your face down for a kiss.

“Good fucking god, you’re both so good.” You whine as they both quicken their pace. Your eyes screw shut as the pleasure overtakes you. The moans and whimpers that fill the air are sure to be heard from anyone that walks by or is in close vicinity to the limo.

“Keep those eyes open baby. I want you to look at me when we make you cum.” Rudy says softly as you start to clench around his cock once again. He reaches his hand down to play with your clit as Drew’s thrusts start to get sloppy. You reach your hand behind you to tug on the back of Drew’s hair and he’s filling your ass within seconds.

“Shit.” He grunts and kisses your neck as he continues pumping his cum further into you. In an instant, you’re cumming around Rudy’s cock and he’s shooting his load deep up inside of your pussy. Drew pulls out of you and you collapse down on top of Rudy as you try to catch your breath. You give him one last kiss before pulling yourself off of him and starting to adjust your dress. The boys watch you in awe as they fix themselves. You turn your attention to Drew giving him his last goodbye kiss before crawling to the door.

“Thanks, boys for the sensational fuck.” You give them your cheekiest smile.

“Woah, can we at least get your number babygirl?” Drew asks.

“I don't think so.” You tease with a smirk and exit the limo without a second look back.

“Look how good I make you feel.” Your boyfriend was in his absolute favorite place on earth. Buried in between your thighs determined to make you cum with nothing but his tongue as you clung on to his hair for dear life. You arched your back off the bed as the band inside of you snapped and you let out a needy whine. 

“You always taste so fucking sweet baby.” Drew kissed the inside of your thighs gently before placing kisses all the way up your stomach. He aligned himself up with your soaking entrance and slowly pushed his way in. He buried his face in your neck as he started thrusting into you. Your fingernails dug into his back as he found your g spot quickly. It literally felt like no time had passed when you felt your orgasm building up again. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned into his ear and he groaned when he felt you squeezing his cock for the first time. He kept fucking you through your high before pulling out of you and flipping you over. He was back inside of you within seconds, leaving you no time to recover. He leaned down so he could grab a fistful of your hair before he started plowing into you again. You were sensitive as fuck by now and this position always allowed him to go the deepest. You were a whimpering mess. 

“You gonna cum again baby girl?” You grabbed at the bedsheets as you clenched around him again. Usually, by now Drew would have reached his high with you but he didn’t stop there. He kept going and the overstimulation was starting to become too much for you to take. 

“Babe, I can’t. It’s too much.” Tears were now starting to stream down your face and you couldn’t bother to hold yourself up anymore. He stopped for a second just to pull you up to his chest and wrap his hand around your throat before he was railing you again.

“I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” His grip on your hip tightened and all the pain was almost overwhelming. He released the hold on your throat to move your hair out of the way and started kissing your neck. A feeling started to wash over your whole body that you had never experienced before but it was euphoric and you just figured that you came again. You could feel your slick running down your legs as Drew finally came inside of you. When he finished riding out his high he pulled out of you in complete and utter shock. “Holy shit baby, I think you just squirted. I didn’t know you could do that.” Your knees buckled underneath you and you collapsed down on the bed.

“Oh my god.” Was all you could spit out as you were ready to die of embarrassment. You were nearly horrified when Drew flipped you onto your back and hovered over the top of you. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head and shoved himself back inside of you. “Drew, are you trying to fucking kill me.” You muttered out, still struggling to catch your breath.”

“No baby, I’m trying to make you do that again.” You started clenching at his words alone. “Now that I know that I can, I’m not gonna want to ever stop.” He placed a sweet kiss upon your lips before he started driving into you again. You cried out loudly and he smirked at the mess he was making you. You were gonna need new sheets by the time he was done with you.

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That was the first time you felt a thrill, the blush that crept up on his cheek had your insides fluttering. Neither of you said anything though, you pulled your bikini top down and laid on your back. Though you could feel his eyes on you for the rest of the day.

Second time was when he had come round to drop round your dress you had left at his, he used his spare key when you didn’t answer and walked in. To his surprise you walked out of the bedroom with only your panties on, he just about exploded on the spot.

To be polite he pretended to be busy in the kitchen writing you a note, you knew he had seen, you’d heard him calling your name when he knocked on the door.

But you threw a jumper on and met him in the kitchen, neither of you talking about it. Though Drew dreamt about your perky full breasts for weeks to come, you dreamt about him bending you over the kitchen table and taking his way with you.

The third incident was when you were both at a party, and you had been grinding up on some guy. Drew watched from a distance, and when he noticed you went missing, he went looking for you.

And he didn’t expect to see you, skirt bunched at the waist and cock deep with the guy you had just been dancing with. Your eyes met briefly mid orgasm and he quickly stepped out of the room without saying a word.

Again neither of you spoke about it, his dreams now consisted of your boobs and the way your face scrunched up when you came. You dreamt about him calling you good girl and showing you a good time.

Finally, by the fourth time, Drew decided that he had had enough of pretending like nothing had happened. So when you walked out of your bedroom completely naked, and walked past your window Drew happened to be sitting by his bedroom window. When he noticed, he grabbed his phone and his keys and he raced around the block to your apartment.

The loud banging on your door gave you a fright, you grabbed your dressing gown, and raced over, looking through the peephole to see Drew, who looked frustrated. You quickly open the door for him, and he immediately pushes you back inside and slam the door closed.

“What's wrong Drew?” You asked, gripping the robe around your chest a little tighter, he stalks past you and starts pacing the room. “ Do you do this on purpose?” He questions, his fingers are massaging his temples as he stares at you.

“Sorry, what do you mean? I’m really confused”

This time you hadnt meant for him to see you, you were a little surprised at this visit, and very confused on what he was talking about.

“getting naked, flashing me”

“oh, maybe I do it on purpose, and maybe sometimes it just happens”

He stalks over to you and grabs you by the biceps, your heart beats a little bit faster, and your skin begins to feel clammy. You’ve wanted him to make the first move since you’ve known him.

But you can see the internal battle he is having with himself. so, you grab him by the face and smash your lips together in hunger. Your teeth nibble at his lower lip, he grants your tongue access.

“Wait, wait” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away from you. He’s not sure this is a good idea, it could ruin your 15 year friendship. But he really wants you, his dick already straining in his pants.

You pull the belt around your robe and let it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Drew’s eyes drink in your curves, his Adam’s apple bobs harshly as he swallows.

“Fuck it”

One hand finds your waist and the other grips your jaw. Pulling your body against him, he can feel the swell of your breasts against his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time” you state, your arms wrapped around his neck.

He grips just under your bum and tells you to jump, your legs wrapping around him. Your arousal soaks his shirt as he walks you over to the kitchen table, your bum meets the cool wood. “You're so beautiful” he murmurs, he leaves open mouth kisses on your neck.

You dig your heels into his lower back and pull him closer to you, the buckle of his belt pressing firmly to your naked pussy, you let out a hiss and a shudder runs through your body. “I need you to touch me… please” you beg, he lifts his head from your neck and stares down at you.

You watch intently as he drops to his knees in front of you, he moves your feet so they sit on his shoulders. His eyes bore holes in your weeping cunt, your fingers grip the sides of the table. “Please”.

He runs a singer through your folds, your arms wobble from under you. “Oh!” You squeak, the tip of his finger swirls around your hole before he pushes it inside of you. “Fuck… you feel so good, squeezing around my finger so tight. Good girl”.

Your head meets the table, arching your back at his words. He inserts 2 more fingers just as he presses his tongue to your swollen clit, a loud cry leaves your lips.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails scratching at the polished wood underneath you.

His mouth toys with your clit, hot breath fanning over your pussy. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Drew professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt sent the blood rushing to his cock, The sunset seeps through the glass windows, setting a romantic ambience. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his face.

He’s three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries bounced off the walls. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours. Bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Such a good girl”.

“You like when I call you that don’t you” He states, he pulls himself to stand. Pressing his palms into your fleshy thighs, giving you a kiss on the jaw, cheek and finally lips. “Yeah” you breath, your pussy already begging for more.

“Can you kneel for me now sweet girl” he says in more of a statement than a question, you nod your head and move to sit in front of him.

His fingers hook under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him. You bite your lower lip and wait patiently, your mouth salivating at the thought of his cock choking you.

“Be a good girl and take my dick”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, your fingers were on his belt in a matter of seconds. Stripping him of his lower clothes, he pulled his shirt over his head. Abs clenching when your fingers grazed his thick cock. “Can I?”.

His fingers grip your hair, your mouth sucking just the tip. The taste of pre cum on your taste buds, you squeeze your thighs together as you take him in. His cock hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly around him. “Such a good girl”.

You dig your nails into his thighs, pushing him further down your throat. Gagging and salivating around his cock, emitting loud moans from Drew above you.

His fingers tug at your hair, your pussy dripping all over your legs. Tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your face, the words good girl fall from his lips over and over until you're grinding against yourself for some release.

“Come here” he growls, pulling you away from his cock. He spins you around and pushes your hips into the dining table, holding both your arms behind your back. “I’m going to fuck this pussy like I do in my dreams, until the shape of my cock becomes imprinted on your walls”.

“Please Drew!” You cry, your cheek pressed against the table. One hand holds both your wrists while the other guides his cock to your folds, running them through to collect your arousal. “Oh fuck… I need you” you cry out.

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock.

“Fuck…so perfect” he groans, his fingers dig into the flesh on your wrists. “Oh… fuck, I love your cock” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, you wriggling your wrists but he doesn’t let you free.

“Such a good girl… I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment we became friends” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

He finally lets go of your wrists and you pull them in front of you, Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with your hair and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the table and entering you once more.

“Kiss me please” you beg, he grips your throat and presses his lips to yours. It’s hungry and passionate and you never want it to end.

“Oh god.. Fuck!” You cry against his lips, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto your lip. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper. He lets out a groan of pleasure, breathing harshly through his nose.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“You did such a good job” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. You stay connected for a moment until he is completely limp, pulling out of you slowly. “Who knew I liked being praised so much,” you joked, your chest heaving.

He looks at you for a moment and quickly looks away, going to reach for his clothes. You grab him by the bicep and pull him back. “Hey, don’t stress Drew… I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a very long time, I just didn’t have the courage…Thought flashing you a few times would just get you to make the first move”.

“Well it worked… that was amazing, everything I ever dreamt about”.

And you'd never even placed a call from the brick before, not in the first three months of owning it.

But, it's usefulness became more apparent when you were stuck on the tour bus, up later than usual, horribly bored.  Not just bored, but… lonely, to put it nicely.

Your mind ran through some people you could call to take care of this problem, but it's not like anyone could get on the bus with you when you were going 75 miles an hour through the California desert.

That's when you remembered someone else; someone you'd never really forgotten.

Rolling on your side on the bed, you slid open your bedside drawer and searched until you found a folded up piece of paper.  You opened it and beamed as you saw the numbers written in messy, boyish scrawl, snatching the phone so you could punch it in.

You held it to your ear as it rang, anticipation building.

"Hello?"

You smiled as you heard the familiar voice, blurting out, "Eddie?"

The next pause was so long that you almost worried you'd accidentally called the wrong number, but he finally broke it.  "You know how long I've been waiting for you to call?" he laughed breathlessly.

"Sorry for the suspense, kid," you smiled.  "Got busy."

"That new album— wow," he began immediately.  "I was worried when you put out a ballad as a single, but damn— it was such a good record!"

"The label picks the singles," you explained.

"You just keep getting better," he sighed.  "You're incredible."

"You flatter me," you cooed.

"How've you been?!" he asked excitedly.

"Uh, you know, the usual.  We're doing a tour in Europe this time, kinda crazy," you hummed.

"Tell me all about it!" he encouraged.

"Oh, it's boring," you dismissed.

"No, seriously, I have a geography final tomorrow."

You laughed.  "I forgot how funny you are."

"Well, I try…"

"And I forgot how sexy your voice is."

He paused for a second.  "Oh, you think so?"

"Are you alone?"

"Y-yeah, whole place to myself," he agreed.

"Good.  Because I want you to say some things to me that I don't need anybody else hearing."

You could all but hear his shiver, and you grinned.  "Okay," he said shakily.

"Do you still jerk off to my poster?" you asked, point-blank.

"Yes," he answered instantly.

"Tell me how you do it," you instructed.  "Tell me what you think about."

"Uh, fuck," he stalled as you slipped your hand into your panties.  You were already just a little wet from hearing him talk at all.  "I mean, like, how I do it physically?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, when I'm thinking about you I get hard in a half second… so I just lay in my bed and look at it— your poster is right on the other wall.  And I get it out of my jeans and start stroking my dick."

"You don't use lotion?"

"Only when I'm feeling… extravagant."

You smiled.  "And, not to be too cliched here, but what are you wearing?"

"Well, uh," he stammered, "I run this club at my school?  And we make— I make— shirts for everybody.  So I'm wearing mine.  And my leather jacket, and some ripped jeans."

"Sounds cute," you smiled.  "This club, it's not the I fucked a celebrity club or anything, is it?"

"N-no, it's just a club for Dungeons and Dragons."

"Oh right— that, uh, Satanic game," you nodded.

"Oh!  It's not actually Satanic," he corrected, "it's just an immersive roleplaying experience where you roll dice and you can do basically anything you want.  It's a fantasy game!"

"Oh," you frowned, "I think I liked it better when I thought it was Satanic."

He snorted a laugh.  "But you probably don't wanna hear about that.  You could always, uh, tell me what you're wearing?"

"Gonna be a pretty short list," you warned.  "I've only got my underwear on."

"O-oh, shit," he hissed, "that's hot."

It was only because you'd stripped out of your performance wear and got too lazy to put pajamas on.

"It would be even hotter if you didn't have anything on," Eddie added, and you laughed but respected his boldness.

"Not while you're still totally clothed, pretty boy," you cooed. 

"Well I can get naked in, like, ten seconds," he offered.

"Oh, I'm sure," you grinned, "but not yet.  I want you to just touch yourself through your jeans first."

"You… huh?" he mumbled.

"I'm sure you've got a nice bulge going," you assumed, "just rub your dick through your jeans— get even harder for me."

"O-oh, fuck," he groaned.  "Okay, I'm doing it…"

"Does that feel good?" you pressed.

"Not good enough," he whined.  "Obviously I don't usually tease myself this much."

"Well, this will be a fun new experience for you," you decided.  "I'm teasing myself too, if that makes you feel any better.  I'm playing with my clit really slow and gentle…"

"Fuck," he grunted, "you sh-should play with your tits, too."

"Yeah? I was thinking about licking my fingers and running them around my nipples, what do you think?"

"I think if those are the fingers that were just on your pussy, then that's really fucking sexy," he replied.

"They are," you promised, and he growled through his teeth.

"God, do it, I wanna hear it," he encouraged.

Pulling your hand out from your panties and bringing it to your tongue, you wet your fingertips and circled your hardening nipples one at a time.  Your moan was totally natural, and louder than you expected.

"You sound so pretty," he praised, "I— god, I'm squeezing my bulge way too hard and it's not even helping.  I need to be in you right now."

"I'd be so much louder if you were," you imagined, shutting your eyes, picturing him above you again.

"God, please, I'm so hard," he whimpered.  "It fucking hurts, I need to—"

"Get it out, Eddie," you offered, and you heard him sigh so hard it was almost a moan as the sound of fabric shuffling came through the line.  At the same time, you put your hand in your panties again, biting your lip while you rubbed your clit properly.

"Can I jerk off?" he asked dutifully, and you grinned.

"No, right now I just want you to rub it on something," you decided.  "Is there anything in your room that's as soft as me?"

"Fuck no," he sighed, "for that to be true there'd have to be a girl in here."

"Have there, uh, been any girls in your room since you last saw me?"

There was a pause, and it made your heart catch.  "Don't tell me you're jealous," he realized, lowering his voice in a way that made you shudder.

"So what if I am?  I wish you were all mine, pretty boy— nobody else should get to feel that perfect cock of yours…"

He laughed a little.  "Well, there have been a couple girls since you rocked my world in that bus, darling," he admitted.  "But they were nothing compared to you."

It still made your jaw clench angrily.  He shouldn't have told you— you were going to go harder on him now.  "Come on, Eddie, something to rub your cock on, I don't have all night here."

"Okay, well, there's… something here…"

You raised an eyebrow.  "And what would that be?"

"Um… you remember when I used your extremely tiny bathroom before I left?" he mumbled, and you grinned.

"Yeah…?"

"Well, there was a shirt on the floor— a black one?  I guess you changed out of it that day but, uh… I might have… taken it."

You smiled wide, feeling your cunt pulse as you imagined him that desperate.  "Naughty," you scolded.

"It was this old KISS shirt and it smelled like you— and I actually sprayed it with your perfume while I was in there too and… there's still a little bit of your scent left on it.  I get rock hard every time I smell it."

"Then rub your cock on it.  Put it on your bed and hump it like the needy boy you are, hm?"

"Sh-shit," he groaned, and you heard the bed creaking under his weight.  "Fuck, it's— god, you're so— shit."

You grinned playfully at his obvious disdain for the teasing, but he was helpless to you now.  "Keep going, do it just how you would fuck me," you encouraged, "give that shirt the night of its life, Eddie."

"Ohhh baby," he whined.  "Fuck, I'm so fuckin' hard… I-I'm leaking…"

"Hm, wish I could lick that up for you," you cooed, laughing when he moaned loudly.

"You're so dirty," he groaned, "the things you say— oh my god—"

"I just like driving you crazy," you admitted.

"Yeah?  It's working," he sighed.

"Are you still humping the shirt, Eddie?"

"Yeah, how I'd fuck you, like you said," he agreed.  "I'm giving it, uh, long strokes— that's what made you moan the loudest, before.  And you liked it when I went really deep."

"Yeah," you agreed, back longing to arch hearing him talk like that.  "I liked feeling your cock all the way inside— I was afraid at first that you wouldn't fit…"

"Y-you're making that up," he coughed.

"No, really, I wasn't sure I could take it…"

"Well, fuck, you did," he sighed, "you took it so well— all of me, all of my… big c-cock…"

"Uh huh," you agreed coyly.  "You're good at this, Eddie, you're making me jealous of my own fucking shirt."

"Don't make me come on it," he whimpered, "cause then I'll have to wash it and your smell will be gone— please, it's all I've got left of you."

Ouch.  Leave it to him to drop those little heartbreakers when you were trying to be sexy.

"You don't need to come on it, in fact you can stop humping it altogether," you decided.  "Stroke that pretty cock for me Eddie, I wanna hear you moan."

It was so loud, poor baby, he was so sensitive.  "Thank you," he choked out, and your heart twisted.

"Just think about how much better it would feel if it was me instead of your hand."

"So much better, god, fuckin' perfect," he whined.

You smiled to yourself.  "Do you miss my pussy?" 

"So much— I always think about it when I do this."

"She's so wet for you right now," you taunted, making him groan.

"God, what I would give to slide right into your wet little hole, let you feel this cock stretch you out— I wanna feel you cream on me again."

"Uh huh?  What else do you want?"

"I want— I want you to suck me off again, your mouth felt fucking amazing," he added.

"Anything else?"

"A-and I wish I'd gotten a chance to eat you out when we were together— I would've loved making you come on my tongue.”

“Well,” you smirked, “I certainly wouldn’t have minded that…”

“Yeah?  Then maybe I would’ve made you come twice,” he purred, “again.”

“Bet you’re still real proud of that,” you giggled.

“Proud is an understatement— I’m waiting for my trophy any day now,” he corrected.  “Shit, and making you come with my head between your thighs?  Holding your hips so I can keep you just where I want you?  Tasting how bad you need me?”

You moaned as you rubbed your clit harder and faster, your hips starting to rock on their own as your pleasure grew.

“Fuck, do that again,” he grunted.  “Moan for me again.”

You couldn’t exactly force it to happen, but you did slide two fingers into yourself— just to feel full for a moment— and your next sound was lower and needier.  “God, I miss your cock,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Just say the word, I swear on my life I’d be driving across the country to see you,” he sighed.

“But you can’t miss that— ah, fuck— that geography final,” you purred, making him laugh.

“Guess not,” he agreed.  “F-fuck, I’m close…”

“Good,” you praised, “I’m so hot imagining you coming right now— making a nice big mess, jerking your thick cock, listening to me, picturing us together again—”

“Tell me it’s gonna happen,” he groaned, “‘cause fuck, babe— I dunno how I’m supposed to go on knowing it was just one night.”

You raised an eyebrow.  “Shouldn’t you be happy with just one night?  That’s more than most people get.”

He paused.  “I should be, yeah, but m’not.  It was too good for just once— the way I feel about you, I can’t be happy with just once,” he admitted with a heavy sigh.  “If you weren’t gonna make me yours, you should’ve never touched me.”

As fucked up as it was, you nearly came when he said that— but you managed to hold back.  Not because you got off to sad things, but because you felt the exact same fucking way.  “You’re mine, Eddie,” you breathed.  “Mine— fucking mine.”

“Oh god,” he whined, “I-I’m gonna come.  Fuck.  Please…”

“Come for me, Eddie,” you ordered, but he surprised you by disobeying (for now).

"I-I want you to come when I come," he pleaded.

"No, then I won't be able to focus on how cute you sound," you laughed.  "I need to listen closely so I can imagine you're pumping that huge load into me instead."

"Fuck," he groaned.  "That's what I'm imagining too.  It felt so good to come inside you…"

"I loved all that jizz dripping out of me for the rest of the night," you recalled, "it felt so dirty but I fuckin' loved it."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he whimpered.

"After you left, I tasted it," you admitted.

"Oh fuck!" he said again, yelping. "I-I'm gonna come, I'm so close, just— just tell me somethin'."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you really care about me."

You gasped slightly.  "Eddie, I…"

You surprised yourself when you realized what you were about to say.  I'm falling for you.  You tried to think of what else you could say, something that would be true and satisfy him without giving yourself away entirely.  I think sometimes you're the only one who ever loved me for who I am.  I miss you so much that I can't bring myself to call because I'll miss you more.  I get scared because I worry you'd hate me if you knew me better.  I regret letting you go even though I know it was right.

"I meant what I said before," you offered instead.  "I need you."

"I— oh god— I need you too," he whimpered.  "I'm gonna come, fuck fuck fuck!"

His high pitched whines dropped to a low, deep groan as he came— abrupt, choking sorts of moans that made it so easy to imagine every pump of hot come he was coating his bed with.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "fuck, I just… I came everywhere.  Fuck."

He let out a breathless laugh and it was the sweetest thing you'd heard all day.

"I… I have no idea how to clean this up," he realized.  "B-but you still need to come, right?  Just tell me what you wanna hear, you can get off to my voice."

"I want to hear you beg," you decided.

"I— god, I'll try," he offered.  "Uh, please?  Please come…"

"Good start," you egged him on.

"I… I want you to," he kept going.  "I wanna hear it, and I can imagine that I'm licking your cunt while you do it."

Fuck, he's not bad.  "I'm close," you whispered, "Eddie, I'm close— just keep going…"

"Please, please," he whimpered, "let me hear it, come for me— I know you'll sound so damn good… please just come, I want you to feel as good as I do— you deserve to feel so good…"

You gasped as it hit you, a sharp stab of pleasure that made your fingers nearly cramp up— but thankfully they didn’t, and you were able to keep pushing yourself further and further into it.

“Fuck, s’good, you’re so good,” he praised, “you sound just like I remember— except, you know, you were louder with me.”

You smiled as you started to come down, hips bucking weakly while a wave of numbness settled over you.  “Damn,” you laughed breathlessly, hearing Eddie laugh too.  “I’ve actually never done that before.  Phone sex— not masturbating, that I’m very familiar with.”

“I’m kind of surprised,” he replied.

“You thought I would’ve had phone sex by now?” you assumed.

“No— the masturbating thing,” he corrected, “I mean, you’re a superstar!  You could just have this, like, endless line of guys who wait for you to get horny and you could have sex whenever you want.”

“Uh huh, endless line of guys?” you repeated, sinking into the sheets a little deeper— that relaxation that could only come in those ‘after’ moments only enhanced by talking with Eddie.  He seemed to put you at ease so naturally.  “I don’t have room for many more people in this bus.”

“Okay, then just one guy,” he added, his grin audible even through the layer of static.  “One super cool, curly-haired, educationally-challenged metalhead guy!”

“Hm, he sounds like a lot of fun,” you considered, “and I do like the idea of getting laid every day.”

“Every—” he choked, starting over again as his voice cracked.  “Every day?”

“What, worried you can’t keep up?” you smirked.

“Oh— no, that is… so not my problem,” he sighed, and you laughed.  “I’m just dying a little inside because you’re calling me from heaven and I’m stuck in hell— which has been going by Hawkins, Indiana for the past several years.”

You smiled, softer than before.  “I’ll send you a postcard.  Wish you were here.”

“Yeah…”

The silence wasn’t quite awkward… it was comfortable, but somber, too.

“It’s too bad your tour didn’t stop in Indiana this time,” he finally blurted out.  

“Oh, Eddie— I really tried,” you promised, sitting up.  “But the venue changed their price, and the label wasn’t pleased, and I argued about it but—”

“Hey,” he interrupted with a laugh, “it’s fine.  I’m a big kid, I can handle it.”

You sighed.  “I know.”

“And I’ll wait for you,” he promised.  “As long as you need.”

“Funny,” you laughed, “I always thought I was the one waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me to do what?” he wondered.

“Graduate!”

“Right,” he chuckled thinly, “that’s what everybody’s waiting on me to do.  But I seriously don’t know if I can pass Ms. O’Donnell’s class.”

You sighed, shifting onto your side as you slipped under your covers; that orgasm took you out, and it was already later than you would normally go to sleep.  “Tell me about it,” you offered.

“Well,” he sighed, “first of all, she assigns so much reading— and reading kinda gives me a headache…”

He talked for a while about it, venting about his issues, about the jocks in his class that bully him, about the teachers who didn’t really believe in him.

You listened, eyes getting heavier, the sound of his voice like a comfort for your mind similar to the blanket that was draped over your body.  “And don’t even get me started on Mr. Young’s math class…”

“Eddie?” you interrupted.

“Huh?” he mumbled.  “Oh, fuck, was I rambling again.”

“No, no, it was fine,” you promised, “I’m just getting pretty tired…”

“Oh… okay,” he offered.

“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?” you requested hesitantly.

“O-oh!  Yeah, sure,” he agreed.  

You couldn’t be sure how long he stayed on after you drifted off, soothed by the fuzzy sound of the silence over the phone— you had no way of knowing that he stayed on for hours and just listened to your breathing, hoping to hear you whisper or mumble to yourself, smiling when you snored for a minute.

All you knew was that when you woke up, there was a dial tone in your ear.

You hung up and put the phone away, its battery nearly drained, and snuggled yourself back into the sheets for a few more hours— hopefully able to continue your dream where it left off.

You called again a few months later, from what was technically your home phone— but the LA mansion never really felt like home.

An older, rougher voice answered after five or six rings.  "Hello?"

"Um, is Eddie there?" you asked.

"No," the man answered flatly.

"Will… he be back soon?"

"Considering he doesn't live here anymore, I'm figurin' not."

"O-oh…"

"Who's callin'?" 

"Uh, just an old friend.  He's not… in jail or anything, is he?"

The man laughed heartily.  "Amazingly, no.  He moved to Indianapolis after he graduated—"

You interrupted with a beaming smile: "He graduated?"

"Yes ma'am, and he even got a few As on his final report card," he explained proudly.  

You opened your mouth to ask for another way to reach Eddie now— a new number, maybe an address, but you suddenly stopped.  He finally did it, he escaped.  And he did it without you.

Maybe he needed to move on; really, it sounded like he already had.

Now that he was out of school he might ask to join you on tour like you promised over a year ago.  It would break your heart to have to say no to him— if you could find the strength to.  Worse, you were terrified that he wouldn't ask to be with you, that he'd be content without you… which simultaneously is what you wanted, and what you feared most.

You didn't want to know, was the main thing.  You didn't want to find out the hard way that he didn't need you anymore.

"Listen, uh, next time you see him, just tell him to take care, okay?" you requested.

"Sure, can I get a name with that message?" the man pressed.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.  "You don't have to say it's from me," you decided.  "Just tell him on my behalf, is all."

"O…kay…" he replied, confused.  "I will."

You thanked him and hung up, looking around the empty house— someone else decorated it, and it looked good, but it was too empty and clean, too sterile.  Why even have all this space if you had nothing to fill it with but noise.

Noise, that’s what you needed right now; you went upstairs to grab your guitar, suddenly realizing you had a new song to write.

A flank of giggling humans surround you. Little girls tug at your arms, cooing at the golden layers of bracelets on your wrists. Women crowd around in hushed tones to whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

You only smile in response. The soft words that leave you are warm and affectionate. Druig can't tear his eyes away from the gentle twist of your lips.

By Arishem, you look beautiful. Every inch the goddess that they whisper you are. It would be agony, if you weren't already his.

The hem of your dress whispers as you sweep across the room. He adjusts himself on the plush bed of pillows to make room for you - lips curved into a smirk. It's just the two of you. Usually, the night would be filled with Sprite's fantastical bursts of illusions. However, tonight, all of the other Eternals are elsewhere. Yourself and Druig are joining one of the many performances in the temple for the evening.

Alone, except for the humans.

Bands of bracelets jingle as you sink down next to him. A patchwork blanket is passed from nearby. Druig takes it with a silent nod of thanks - draping it across the two of you as you shift close against him. The sweet smell of Egyptian kyphi fills his senses, and only serves to further addle his mind.

Strands of soft hair brush his shoulder as you turn towards him. Your face is angled down, bottom lip caught playfully between your teeth, and watching him from underneath lowered lashes. As your hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, a vision bursts across his eyes.

Panting breaths. His chest firm against yours. Your body arched as his lips whisper hungrily down your throat. The clash of teeth and tongue while the rising fabric of your dress bunches underneath his fingertips.

And then - wetness, right between the apex of your thighs. The bliss, pure and carnal, as his cock plunges deep into your cunt over and over again. How he would fill you. The sounds that you'd make.

He recoils. Instead of being offended, it just makes you laugh. You can already see the blush spreading across his cheeks. How he tries to compose himself - sky blue eyes fluttering closed as he inhales deeply, trying to push those images aside. Not that you'll let him. Your hand lands on his knee, and they come back, accompanied by even more.

It gets him hard already. The way that you're able to intrude into his thoughts.

Druig can control humans, can reach in to work their minds like puppets, but he can't do what you do. He can't read thoughts. Nor imbed them. He isn't able to see all nightmares, fears, hopes and dreams, and make them appear real within the depths of the mind.

Sprite inspires, Druig controls, but you implant. You make even Eternals feel - in a way that he cannot.

And you use it to torture him in the worst way.

"Stop," he growls roughly, as your fingers trace teasingly up his inner thigh. "By Arishem, you need to stop."

Your lips brush teasingly over his ear. "Or what?"

Something in your tone is the final step in twisting free that burning, hungry thing within him. It rises thick in the back of his throat. Fills his veins until he nearly aches with want, goaded all the time by the aroma of kyphi perfume. As he looks at you, seeing that returned desire reflected in your eyes, Druig can already see just how much you want it too.

His eyes glow with molten gold.

Around you, all of the humans fall still. Their eyes haze over - growing unseeing as dozens of heads lift to face the sky beyond the temple's pillars. Druig moves, rolling on top to push you down against the nest of cushions below. Your breath is warm against his lips. Already, his hands are travelling up underneath the skirt of your dress. The stiff swell upon his front grinds into the warmth of your hidden core.

"Part of me wants them to watch this," he whispers against the pit of your throat, casting a look at the now mindless humans. "They should see their goddess like this - being such a damn whore. Would it make them think less of you?"

He guides the undergarments down your legs. All other thoughts have abandoned his mind. There's only lust left - and a deep, aching need to make that vision you showed him a reality. Your hands fumble with his belt, and his lips part in a rough gasp as your fingers close around his aching cock.

A pained groan leaves him as your thumb moves over the tip. Precum smears under your touch. It sends a bolt of sharp electricity straight through him, and his length twitches excitedly in your grip. Humming, Druig shifts down to line himself up against the wet heat of your entrance. Your eyes meet his, and the bridge of your noses touch.

It softens something in him.

"I just want them to know that you're mine," he whispers, before pushing himself inside - and filling you until you cry out.

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A/N: I felt like more Druig 😂 and I have done a good few pieces for him before, including a miniseries! If interested, check out my masterlist below!

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Rafe couldn’t remember the first time he met you, it had been so many years ago when both of you were still young children with virtuous hearts, pure and free of societies’ grasp on social ranks and suppressive emotions. So young had the both of you been that, even to this day, whenever either his father Ward or your mother get on the topic of the two of you and how much your friendship has blossomed, you both look to each other and wonder exactly what it is that caused you two to bond so vehemently to one another and what it is that your parents think about that always lead to such conversations. Rafe has heard your mother, and even his own father, gush about various situations involving the two of you that have caused his heart to flutter in excitement or bloom in happiness while also causing him to delve deep into his conscious to try and find any form of memory from such events. He finds it so puzzling that most memories that he has of the two of you together don’t start until he’s around nine or ten years old even though Ward, Rose, your mother, and even Sarah are adamant that they remember things about you two that stem all the way back to when you were both only seven.

Although you’re both still young, it has felt like you’ve known each other for an entire lifetime and even longer. What a stupid thing it is to entertain but he can’t help but consider that perhaps the two of you are soulmates, destined to be with one another in each passing life that the two of you will live. He scoffs at the thought of it all, especially when someone else is the one to bring it up, seeing as he isn’t the only one to think that way of the relationship that you both share, but something always keeps that at the back of his mind. He won’t admit it, especially when the topic is brought up in front of his friends or by you or either of your parents, but he would agree that there’s something special about the bond, the fact that everyone sees it only goes to cement it as a fact more than a possibility.

Despite this however, Rafe has staid silent and resilient about his deep and growing feelings for you. He can’t stand the though of losing your friendship. He despises all of the times that he has seen you with someone else, be it a man or a woman, something within Rafe wants to go feral just at the thought of you being with anyone other than him. Rafe hates thinking of all of the times that he’s seen you look into someone else’s eyes with love and trust, he hates the sight of you in someone else’s arms, what he can’t stand most though is that you’ve likely let at least one of your past lovers be with you in ways so intimate that it should feel shameful for someone who is just considered a friend to think of such situations involving you. The anger that courses through him has sometimes led him to punch holes into the walls of his room or smash things to the ground, delicate and expensive vases and pieces of art that Rose always goes on a tirade about losing due to his negligence and lack of control. But can anyone really blame him? All of it is because of you. The thought of you, most particularly the thought of you with someone else, it drives him crazy.

Sometimes Rafe wonders if you even know what you do to him. He wonders if you know that he thinks of you all of the time. He wonders if you know that you’re the reason for his sleepless nights. He wonders if you know that he would kill for you. He wonders if you know that you’re the person he imagines in his head whenever he’s going through a high from the cocaine and weed coursing through his system. He wonders if you know that he goes searching for you at parties hoping to find you if you hadn’t arrived there with him. He wonders if you know that you’re the one he thinks of when he needs to get himself off, the image of your beautiful face popping up in his mind as he jerks himself off. Do you know that you’re the reason that his body and emotions can get so heated? Do you know that Rafe wants you as more than just a friend? He wonders if you know his true feels for you even though he won’t admit to them.

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 “HELLO!!! Earth to Rafe! YOU THERE?”

Your inquisitive voice rings through his head, causing him to come out of his deep-seated thoughts. He had forgotten that you are here with him, hanging out for another movie night with him at TannyHill while the rest of the Camerons were out with friends or on vacation.

“What? OH, yeah.”

He plays off being cool, acting as though he had been listening to you or watching the movie the whole time. Hopefully you’d fall for his shtick but he’s aware of your observative nature, so you’ve likely already called his bluff. By the looks of the half-lidded and pursed lip expression on your face, that was the case.

“You didn’t hear a single thing that I just said did you?” you ask, offended but not surprised.

“Of course I did.” He lies, staring you directly in the eyes as he does.

An eyebrow raised is evidence enough to him that you aren’t falling for it, which you never have before so he doesn’t know why he even tries to lie besides getting a reaction out of you.

“Fine”, he says, raising his hands in the air briefly as though he was caught by a cop and being told to put his hands in the air, “I admit it. I wasn’t listening to you. Guilty as charged. So what?”

“Ah… RUDE!” you scoff, lightly punching his arm. He loves it when you do that, to think that you’re so comfortable with him that you hit him like that without any fear of being attacked, not to mention that adorable smile that crosses your face afterwards even if you are upset with him for whatever reason, Rafe loves it.

“What were you saying then?” he inquires “This time I’ll listen, promise.”

“I asked you if you think that anyone would actually do something like this… you know….” You pause, motioning to what’s happening on the tv “do you think anyone would actually fall in love with a mafia boss and fuck like rabbits just before the wedding even though it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding? Do you think Stockholm Syndrome would kick in as fast as it did for Laura?”

“I don’t know” is what he answers you with, shrugging his shoulders and slightly rolling his eyes “fucking like rabbits on the wedding day before the wedding has probably happened to millions of people but Stockholm syndrome… I don’t know.”

“Hmmm”

The thought of it makes him think of what it’d be like with you. It’s not like you two haven’t made out with each other before, he knows how your body feels against his. He knows how well of a kisser you are, he’s the one who you first kissed and asked for help whenever you got nervous about the thought of kissing one of your play-toy one-night stands or forgettable partners who didn’t deserve to feel your lips against theirs. Hell, so many times before have the both of you come so close to going all the way with each other but something would always prevent that from happening, either you feeling bad about the thought of doing it with him because you’re with someone else at the time or one of your parents come home and ruin the moment- of course they’ve never barged in and nearly caught either of you nearly in the act but the thought of it always had put a downer on the mood of the moment. Would you fuck on your wedding day? Would whoever the pathetic fuck was who’d be claiming you have the balls to do such a thing? Rafe doesn’t know, but he can tell that if he had any part of it, the groom wouldn’t be making it to the stand without a hole in their chest or their stomach if he were to find out about it. But would he do it? ABSOLUTELY! Especially with you…… NO, only with you. He do so many things with you that no one would ever have the chance of experiencing. He’d put you in so many positions, fuck in you so many places, make love to you even, anytime any place. Oh how he’d love to hear your moans and claim you as his the way Massimo claims Laura. He certainly has the possessive characteristics down, but would you ever fall for him the way he has fallen for you? He wonders that, thinking back to all of the times that you showed signs of liking him back and wanting him the same way he wants you but were those all just tricks that his mind plays on him? Were you fooling with him, knowing damn well that you have him wrapped around your fingers, willing to fall for your every beck and call? Or do you really feel the same way but just don’t know how to go about letting it all play out as it should? Are you afraid of him? Are you toying with him? Or do you want him the same way he wants you?

“What are you thinking about?”

Those eyes, those eyes so beautiful he could stare into them forever, oh how he loves it when they look up into his own, especially when they look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time as they do now.

He doesn’t say anything, choosing to look down at your body pressed up against his. His hand on your thigh, where he likes to place it. Your ass pressed up against his crotch as you sit in-between his legs. Could you feel the heat of his body rising when you have you back pressed up against his chest? Could you feel his heartbeat and breathing picking up at the dirty thoughts and doubts coursing through his mind? Was there a tent rising in his jeans that you could feel hard against you?

The look on your face said that there is.

“Nothing, just enjoying the movie” he lies again.

“Really Rafe? You’re just enjoying the movie? The way you were feeling me up just a moment ago and that faraway look that you had on your face says otherwise.”

How dare you call him out on his bullshit, but how brave of you, also how annoying.

“OK. Maybe I was thinking of something else, but what’s it to you? It’s not like you have the balls to know what I’m thinking about and you wouldn’t let it happen anyway.”

The rise of your eyebrows and the quirk of your head to the side at his statement confirm that you know this is a challenge but also a truth that Rafe knows all too well. Sure you’ve let him make out with you, you’ve let him undress you, you’ve let him caress nearly ever inch of you, you’ve let him suckle on your tits, leave bite marks on your neck, chest and thighs, you’ve let him finger you before and you’ve given him a handjob a few times but things have never gone all of the way, never have you guys fucked… why would now be any different?

“What makes you think that I don’t have the balls to know what you’re thinking about? Your cock is pressed tight up against my ass in your jeans and I know damn well that it’s not because of the shit montage sex scenes in this god-forsaken movie. Also, your face is a dead give away when you’re thinking of having sex. You may think that you’re some stoic kook prince but, really, when it comes down to it you become more readable than an open book, even a whore with their legs spread wide wouldn’t be able to pull of such a needy look like you always do when you want to start something that involves us getting naked.”

Oh how he wishes he could wipe that sly smirk off of your mouth and put it to better use.

“How dare you talk to me that way. You really think that I compare to an open book and a needy whore? What would you have to say about yourself then? If I’m a needy whore than what are you huh?”

His face and tone are stern but he knows that you know that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, not unless you want him to hurt you.

“Not a needy whore that’s for damn sure.” The smirk on your face growing.

When you try to push away from your position leaning up against him, Rafe is quick to grab you by both forearms, his large hands wrapped around you so tightly that a death grip is the closest thing anyone could compare the grasp to.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes bore into yours, the blue hues of them entrancing. He knows that you love them, you’ve said so yourself thousands of times. And he knows that you love when he holds you tight like this, if there’s anything you’ve made obvious to him, it’s that you love to be dominated- whether it be in the simplest of ways such as being stared down or being talked to in a stern tone or whether it be something more like being controlled physically, even something so simple as holding you tight- you love it. Maybe he could use that to his advantage…. Maybe that’s what he’s needed all along- to take control. Maybe to finally have you as his all he needs to do is show you what and who you’re meant for.

You’re meant for him.

“Well,” you start off “since you seem to be in need of some attention, I thought that I might leave so that you could attend to that yourself… unless…” you pause, biting you lip as you look down at the area where he’s most affected, “you’d like me to handle it for you.”

Rafe knows what you meant but he wanted so much more, and with the previous thoughts and revelations in his head he knows that he has to take initiative now.

“Do you mean you’ll handle it the same way as we always have, or will you actually do it the way that we both know that we want it to be done?”

The question takes you by surprise, he can tell by the way that your previously flirtatious expression changes swiftly to one of shock, but he keeps his emotional stance- one that he knows you’re not accustomed to but need to face. He knows that the sudden change in his demeanor may be throwing things off balance in a way that you, nor even he may know how to handle but he needs to do this now. He needs to make it known and he knows that you are on the same page, you’ve just never gone through with it because of your past relationships.

“We both know that we’ve wanted this for so long, but you never allow this to happen because you’re always going off with other people, acting as though you don’t know that what we have for each other is more than just friendship and that is what everyone else has been saying and hinting at for years.” He pauses to see if you’re taking in what he is saying, when he confirms that you are he continues after taking in a deep breath. “You know damn well that it wasn’t just because of my thoughts that I’ve become this way now or any of the past times. You play into it just as much as my thoughts do, and I play into your games just as much as your thoughts want me to as well, only difference is that I’m never playing around with faking my feeling like you do. Don’t play stupid y/n. You and I both know it. You and I have deeper feelings than just friendship and all of those times that we’ve spent making out with each other and teasing one another into sexual frustration only to help each other out with handjobs is proof of that. Don’t go telling me that all of those times, including this one, where you’ve played dumb but really were trying to get me all amped up by watching x-rated movies or rubbing your ass around my crotch or riding my thighs have all been just for the hell of it.” He pauses again, this time taking a moment to bring you closer to him, his jaw momentarily clenched shut as he holds back frustrated anger and even tears until the lump in his throat gives way and he can speak again. “Are we going to go through with this or are we just going to continue playing games? I don’t want your help if all you’re going to do is give me some measly handjob like you always do. Are we going to stop toying with each other or is this going to continue going nowhere? Will you finally step through and give me a chance or are you going to run away like you always do then try to come back and play it cool later?”

There it is again, that lump in his throat and those tears so desperate to be shed. It’s now or never for Rafe to find out if this friendship has gone stagnant, in his terms at least, or if it’ll lead to something else, something more. He fears the answer but he needs to know. “Will you help me with this or are you just messing around with me again?”

The silence in the air is thick once he goes quiet, save for his erratic breathing which he makes attempts to control. His grip goes tighter, as though if he doesn’t have the strongest grip on you that he can manage then you’ll disappear never to be seen again. His expression, his breathing, his hold on you, it’s all so desperate. He feels so weak being so vulnerable, so uncharacteristic to the Cameron ways of showing affection or lack thereof, but he can’t stand holding it back any longer, not when he has wanted you for so long, not when he feels as though this is the last and only chance he’ll have to make things apparent to you, and likewise.

It’s unbearable, the time that the two of you spend in silence, you caught off guard by Rafe’s sudden emotional confession and him in wait of your reply to his outburst. What feels like hours but is only mere minutes, if not seconds, pass by before Rafe is given the answer he’s been wanting to know for so many years.

When you’ve made up your mind, you look into his eyes as you nod your head. “I’ll help you Rafe. It’s time that we stop fooling around.”

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Rafe threw his head back for a moment at the sensational feelings that he felt you giving him now. The feeing of the amazing slickness of your saliva dripping onto his cock and surrounding the size of it as it covered the entirety of your mouth and made its way down your throat was enough to make him moan out in ecstasy alone. 

When he opens his eyes again, y/n has tilted their head slightly upwards and is looking at him with those gorgeous, pleading eyes of theirs that make his senses go crazy, the way they always look at him made Rafe feel something throughout his entire body that he couldn't imagine he would ever explain easily to anyone. It is a lewd image that is seen within his eyes, y/n’s wonderfully shaped, naturally dark and bright pink, almost a shade of red, lips being parted forcefully by his large cock and their delicate cheeks sucking in around it. Rafe felt blessed to see such a sight with his own two eyes in reality rather than just dreaming of it, it was a wonderful sight, something he’d never give up not even for the world. He’d make sure to remember this if nothing else because this was bliss, this is what he’d wanted from you for so long.

As Rafe continues to pummel into you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, he begins to pull strands of your hair and force your head to lower until the entirety of his penis is sucked into your tight hole. He’s unsure of how long this goes on for but for quite a long amount of time, seemingly. He can feel the whole length of himself being deep throated inside them. God their mouth and throat feel so good around him. The sensation is so heavenly yet as much as he wants to keep this moment going he eventually feels the urge to begin thrusting into their caverns, becoming bored with just lusting over the magnificent sight before him. To add to the experience, he grabs y/n by the chin while still having one hand tightly knotted in their hair and he begins to pull their head away from his cock before shoving it back in roughly. As he continues to pound into their mouth with as much force as he can muster Rafe also strains to listen to the glorious sounds of their gags and muffled pleas against his cock to… what he assumes their saying is ‘slow down’. He obliges just the slightest bit to please them, but he’ll admit to himself that he still wants to demonstrate to y/n how much stamina he has within him. Rafe has so much more that he wants to do, so much more that he wants to prove to you now that he’s being given the chance to live out what he had previously only been able to live out in his wildest fantasies but the way that you suck and eventually, accidentally, touch his girth with your tongue makes it hard for him to continue without almost spilling his seed into you especially when he begins to wonder how long can he actually last without doing so and also when y/n’s tongue continues to work unimaginable wonders that any porn star would dream of being able to feel or display in their acts in front of the camera around his dick.

When your tongue ends up flicking at Rafe’s cock like it's hungry for it with long licks, he can’t help but moan out with his head tilted back, "ugh you're suck a cock hungry whore". Not long after he can feel a twinge in his dick causing him to know that he’s close to cumming inside of you.  When he thinks of the action he considers if he’d rather want to pull out and smother your beautiful face with his seed or if he’d prefer to cum inside your mouth, forcing you to taste him, allowing him to live out his dreams of claiming you in at least one way. The moment is only allowed to be pondered over for a short minute before his dick begins to pulse uncontrollably and he finds himself cumming hard into the hot, inviting walls of y/n's mouth, whose eyes widen as she tastes the saltiness of her friend’s liquids on their tongue.

Upon looking down at you after taking a moment to catch his breath, Rafe can tell by the sight of you that you’re waiting for him to pull out so that you can spit out the cum that is being held in your mouth. "No no no" Rafe tuts, displeased, "you're going to swallow it all and I'm not going to pull out until you do so". To prove his point Rafe keeps his cock inside of your mouth, the tip of it pressing against the back of your throat causing you to gag repeatedly even though he is no longer thrusting into you. “You know how to do this, yeah? All you gotta do is swallow. You’ve done it before with your lower-class kooks and even with those rotten pogue toys of yours so you can do it with me, yeah.”

Not much of a choice is given, eventually you have to give in and swallow in order to pull away. When Rafe allows you to do so upon releasing his grip on your hair he mutters out "You did so good baby". He speaks it softly "you did so much better than I thought you would".

Once he sees that you’ve managed to catch your breath like he has he leans down, nearing your face and grabbing hold of your cheek with one hand to ensure that you keep your eyes on him as he approaches you. As soon as he assumes that he’s close enough that you could feel his warm breath against your mouth he stops to finish speaking by saying "I think you deserve a reward for your performance."

With that being said, he closes the space between your mouths and gives you continuous small pecks until the atmosphere becomes more intense for him causing him to begin kissing you deeply, as deeply as he would every time you two have ever made out. He can taste himself in your mouth as he delves his tongue in, the salty taste being something that he hadn’t imagined he’d experience with you.

While he kisses you, his hands run up your shirt, he fondles with your tits before pulling his hand back, grabbing your shirt. He’s impatient with his ministrations to pull it over your head before throwing it to the ground. Once he manages to do so Rafe stops kissing you to look into your eyes. He smiles as he does. "Hmmmmm...." He hums “your skin is as soft as I’d imagined it be.”

Rafe pulls your pants and underwear off following the statement while you remain silent. Were you silent because your throat hurt from the previous actions taking place? If he really wanted to know, he doesn’t bother to ask, rather remaining silent and moving on so that he doesn’t risk any interruptions or breaks. He’s slow with his movements to climb on top of you after placing you on the couch, flipping the positions you had been in except you’re beneath him and your entire body is on the sofa instead of just sitting on it. Once he knew that both of you would be comfortable, he removes his own clothing, slow but purposefully so that you could see every ripple in his abs as they moved with his motions of getting himself in the same stage of being completely undressed as you. The sound of your breath picking up pace as the seconds tick by, allowing you to assess your friend’s body and become excited for what’s to come spur him on to continue until he feels the time is right.

Upon placing both of his arms on either side of your head and positioning himself in between your spread legs, Rafe leans down and begins kissing you behind your ear. He hears as you squeak from surprise as a surge of pleasure running through your nerves when he repeatedly moves his lips from your neck to trail them up to behind your ear. Some of the kisses are light, like a butterfly landing on a flower, while others are more strenuous on his ability to hold back and completely go feral. Would you hate him if he sucked on your skin, nipping at it until it turn various shades of black, purple and blue? He could feel your body stiffen up as he kissed you and began nibbling it. Did you not like this? Should he stop? But, if he stops then he’ll never have the chance to do this again. As he continues he feels your body stiffen up even more, surely this has to be because your nerves were driving you crazy. Otherwise you would’ve said something to him by now, right?

Shivers were going down your spine that he could feel as he laid himself over you, his lips travelling all around, not leaving a single spot of your neck's flesh go un-kissed. His arms wrap around your waist and pulls back briefly to stare into your eyes as you look into his. Instead of the confusion and doubt that he had seen on your face before, they were now full of lust and passion "Please let me show you how much I love you." He says pulling you in for a passionate kiss before biting on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The more the both of you work with each other, hungry sucking in each other’s flesh, the more his hands began to move around your body, his hands moving from your waist to your chest then sliding down to your ass. "You’re so beautiful" he pulls away to say, breath heavy from making out with you so fervently. "I want to be with you forever. I'm serious...you are beautiful, please let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

It's so unlike Rafe Cameron to ask permission from anyone but he’d willing do it for you if it means that he gets to be with you like this, and more. He has only wanted approval from one other person like this before but for entirely different reasons. Although he definitely holds his bond with his father close to him, his familial ties are nothing compared to what the two of you have formed with one another. Now that he’s being given the chance to show you all that he’s wanted to for so many years, he wants to make sure that you’ll enjoy it as much as him.

Before you knew it, he was moving again, his mouth over one of your nipples, sucking on it so harshly that you could feel it hardening while his other hand played with the other one, pulling and teasing it until it’s perked. He slowly moves both of his hands back to your waist and starts to leave butterfly kisses down your abdomen after getting enough of the taste of your flesh in his mouth. One hand making its way past your hips now to trail down to your most private of areas.

When he heard you moan out his name after entering a finger into you, Rafe just about lost it. He pulled out his finger after feeling the wetness from within then slowly plunged it back in, moving in and out of you at a pain staking slow pace, searching for that area that would make your body ignite with passion. The deeper he’d go the more he’d curl his fingers slightly, hoping to hit that special spot in you that would allow him to hear you moan in pleasure. When he finally did find it, he made sure to continue to hit that spot. The more he could hear you moaning the more Rafe hated taking his time in prepping you.  It was killing him, he needed to have you now but he wanted to make sure that you were ready for him.

"Is now a good time?" he asks as he looks down at you, asking for permission, begging with his eyes to finally move on to what he truly wants the most.

When he sees you nodding hesitantly, giving him the go ahead, he slowly repositions himself, pulling his fingers out of you before thrusting in with his cock. His thrusts are slow to begin with but each thrust delves deeper as this enables you to get used to his size while he also doesn’t have to wait stiffly. After a few minutes of him keeping the pace, slowly entering and pulling out, he asks "Does is feel good?"

 "Y-Yes....faster... please."

 Rafe obeys enthusiastically. He begins to pick up the pace, moving his thrusts faster, causing you to scream out in pleasure "Yes..  this.. this pace right now!" He obliges in your request, keeping the pace that he had set that has sent you into a state of bliss as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig into his back the more he continues, your moans picking up in volume and time as he makes sure to keep the tempo that he’s going at but repositioning your body, a cushion under your back to get a better angle that he has read about which commenters agreed made the experience better.  The new position must work because your nails dig deeper into his back, some of them going so deep into his skin that they actually caused him to bleed a little bit "Please Rafe.... go faster." Again he obeys, speeding up. He can feel your walls loosening up and hears the squelching of your juices as they spill out of you, a sure-tell sign that you were enjoying this as much as he is.

Thrusting into you with all of his might, Rafe wastes no time in making sure that you know how fast he could be on you. Your body is pounded into at a speed that you never could've imagined someone being able to produce, none of your past partners were a match compared to him. His thrusts are almost merciless but the position with the cushion and the inclusion of his return to leaving kisses on your neck are sure to bring you to a state of cloud nine that Rafe will be sure to brag about if ever his abilities to pleasure anyone are brought into question or are even being challenged. The pace is so quick that he finds himself biting down on his lower lip hard, trying to suppress his own groans. He can taste the saltiness of his sweat as it running into the corners of his mouth, drops of it coating his tongue while more flows down his chin and throat, coating his chest and dropping down onto your body, infusing with yours.

As the possess continues, your tongues begin to fight for dominance as Rafe returns to his favorite forms of making out, rough kissing that leaves you two out of breath even more than you already are, this time, however, the kisses are deeper and more heated than ever but still sensual. His lips are soft and warm against yours, each time he pulls away for air you wish that it didn't take so much breath out of the both of you to kiss as much as you do. "Please keep going" you beg as your eyes look up into the bright eyes that make your insides turn to mush. Those beautiful bright blue eyes are the most beautiful pair of eyes you'd ever seen, the sparkles in them look like stars shining against a clear sea, they remind you of the sky on a clear beautiful day.

“I can’t take it much longer” he mutters between clenched teeth. The twisting in his stomach growing. When he masturbates this is the signs that he’s a few pumps away from orgasming. “Are you close?”

“Yes!”

An instant, glorious moan escapes from your parted mouth as he pumps himself inside of you repeatedly. Rafe bites down upon his lips again to contain the moans that want to so desperately escape from deep within his throat.

Wanting this to last longer he imagines that if he bites down hard enough and focuses on the pain then it will allow him to go on just a little while longer. The only issue now is that your moaning has grown louder and louder as he progresses, the room is filled with your moans, groans and satisfied screams. How can he focus on the pain to allow himself to last longer when your sounds of pleasure ring through his ears, spurring him to continue but causing him to reach his finishing point?

With a few more final pumps, he releases himself into you, his cum mixing with your own. You had finished just moments before him, nearly at the same time, the timing being perfect.

When the power of his orgasm finishes, he pulls out of you, too exhausted to lift himself up to see the final product of his deed. His head rests against the nape of your neck, the ends of his sweaty hair dampening the ends of the couch where they spread if they aren’t already soaked to his face. He can feel your breathing trying to work with each other to ensure that each of you can catch your breaths, his abdomen expands against your as he takes in deep breaths while yours presses against his while he exhales.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asks, barely audible, his head and body unmoving other than to breath.

“Yes, I did”

you were enamored by druig’s arms. and i mean absolutely whipped. you couldn’t tell him that though, he’d only make fun of you for it.

like he was doing right now.

“you okay, love?” he waves his hand in front of your face getting you to stop focusing on his muscle, and to his gaze. his lips are up in a smirk as he instantly makes the connection. druig was too smart for you, you knew that much.

“uh, yeah i’m okay.” you make a fake cough as you spoke, peeling your gaze from him and focused on cutting the tomatoes for your dinner. but he knew you weren’t just doing okay.

“you know,” he trailed off, coming around the counter and behind you, his arms placed on your hips where they belonged. his chin rested on your shoulder, nose pointed towards your neck as he spoke softly. “i know when ya lie, love.” his hot breath hit your skin and you shuddered, a shiver running down your spine and right to your cunt.

you faltered as you cut the tomato, and he caught that, he always did. he could read you body like an open book, the way you fidgeted when you were nervous, when you were distracted by something you mindlessly did the task at hand. and he knew right in this moment, you were thinking of only the way his hard cock pressed up against your lower back.

“druig..” you breathed out as his hands went to hold yours, taking the knife away and setting it down. his lips tenderly kissed your neck, sucking softly as his hands went right back to your waist. his left hand trailed down the front of your pelvis, right to your clothed core.

your head fell back on his shoulder, the cologne he had out on earlier still lingering on him and enveloping you in just him. your senses heightened as his hand dipped below your waistband, cupping your cunt. he purred against your neck, smiling.

“so wet for me, aren’t ya?” his accent deepened the more turned on he got as his fingers ran through your folds you made the mistake of looking down and watching as his muscles flexed as he moved his fingers causing you to clench around nothing. of course he caught that.

“what’s got ya so wet, hm?” you shook your head, he already knew the answer so why did he want you to say it out loud. he tsked. his middle finger toying with your clit in soft, small circles. “you don’t wanna tell me?”

“n-no.” you’re breath was shaking from the way his fingers played with your clit, your thighs flexing on and off. he bummed in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away all together. you whined softly, looking behind you as he rested up against the back of the counter.

“druig..” he smirked softly, crossing his arms and making the muscle look bigger.

“guess you won’t cum, my love.” you frowned, turning around and walking up to him, your fingers tracing over the muscle of his arms softly. a sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed by you as you saw goosebumps raise on his skins

“was thinking about your arms, how good they look when you’re playing with my pussy,” you spoke softly, fingers going down to his fingers. “the way your muscles flex as your gripping onto my hips, thighs, keeping me down as you eat me out..” he let out a groan as you picked his hand up, holding his two fingers and patting your lips as you put them in your mouth and sucked on them softly

“shit, baby.” his other hand went right to your hip, pulling you as close as he could so you could feel the outline of his cock pressed against your clothed cunt. you moaned softly feeling it against you, drool falling down the sides of your mouth from gagging on his fingers as he fucked your mouth, taking them out and slapping your cheek lightly, getting spit over your skin.

his hands went to your waist and turned you around, hoisting you up on the counter and spreading your legs so he slot perfectly in between him.

“right where i belong, don’t ya think?” his hands trailed down your thighs and squeezed them softly, watching as his muscles flexed and you could help the moan that left your lips as you watched him.

your hands linked around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as he debated on his next move. obviously he couldn’t wait any longer, the noises you were making as he just grazed his fingertips across your skin. he pulled you to the edge of the counter, enough to take your pants and panties off and discarding them somewhere. he shed his pants and boxers, and you licked your lips as you saw his red the tip of his cock was. it stood straight up, pre-cum leaking down the side of his shaft.

you let out a whine as he dropped to his feet, throwing your legs over his shoulders and his hands keeping your thighs separated. he came level with your cunt, licking his lips as he leaned in and his tongue met your dripping folds. you let out a moan, your hands going to his short dark hair and tugging on it gently.

he hummed against you, his nose brushed your clit as he continued to lick your cunt, tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

“d-don’t tease.. please..” he smirked against your cunt, nudging your clit harder and started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, groaned leaving his lips as he fucked you with his mouth. druig’s tongue was sinful, he shouldn’t be allowed to eat pussy this good but he was, and he ate it like a starved man.

as he fucked you skillfully with his tongue, his left hand left your knee and went to his cock, and started to jerk himself off, smearing his pre cum up and down the length of his shaft. only a real man would jerk himself off while eating pussy. and you knew it was druig’s favorite pastime.

“cant tell ya how fuckin’ divine you taste.” as you rolled your hips the best you could on his tongue, he sped up his hand movements on his cock as he licked your cunt and sucked on your clit. your hands tugged on his hair, watching as his fingers gripped your thigh surely to leave marks and his muscles flexing as you knew he was close.

“s-so close, druig p-please-“ you let out a choked moan as he sucked harshly on your clit making your eyes rolls back and your back arched, moaning his name. your orgasm washed over you as you heard him moan against you, his hand quickening his pace on his cock as he came to the sound and taste of you cumming on his tongue.

he pulled back, licking his lips as he looked up at you, a glint in his eyes telling you he was far from done with you yet. he stood up and gripped the back of your thighs, moaning softly as the shaft of his cock pressed against your wet cunt, carrying you back to the bedroom and tossing you down. he looked down at you hungrily, your legs spread open for him as he discarded his shirt.

he then lays down on the bed, half sitting up against the pillows and the other half stretched across the bed. you looked over at him as he stuck his pointer finger up and beckoned you over.

you crawled over to him, his right arm laying against the sheets. you blushed as he pointed to his arm. “c’mon, love. take a seat.” you he spoke you saw his blue eyes darken, licking his bottom lip. you didn’t have to be told twice when you shuffled towards his arm, thighs on either side and slowly sick down until his soft skin was against your cunt.

he flexed his arm, making you holy with pleasure as it rubbed against your clit, his muscles hitting tie right spit as his other hand landed on your waist, moving your hips against his arm.

“ride my arm like ya ride my cock, love. can’t ya do that for me?” you nodded, feeling his arm become wetter as you rubbed your cunt on his skin, his eyes never leaving your pussy rubbing his muscle. his arm flexed up so his hand was on your lower back, and that made you moan softly, feeling the corded muscles create a perfect spot for you to rub your clit over and over until you moan out his name.

“go on, cum for me, sweetheart.” yoh did as you were told, not that you needed him to anyways as you came on his arm. your breathing was heavy as your nails dug into his bicep, creating small crescent moons on his delicate skin.

he flipped you over easily, pinning you breathe him as he caged you in, his arms on either side of your head and your cum trailing down his arm and onto his hand. you couldn’t focus as he thrusted into you, not giving you any warning.

“shit, so fuckin’ wet. can slip so easily in ya, hm?” you whined as he pulled his hips back before slamming back into you, your legs around his waist and the heels of your feet digging against the flesh of his ass to push his hips deeper inside you.

“deeper? fuck, nasty lil thing, aren’t ya? gettin’ off on me arm like a slut, wantin’ my cock deeper in yer cunt. shit..” his irish accent came full force as his dipped his head into your neck, biting the skin harshly making you moan out.

“druig! fuck!” your hands tugged on his hair, making him groan against you. he set a brutal pace as his hand reached down to toy with your throbbing clit, clenching around him which drew out a loud moan from his lips.

“can i get another one out of ya? doesn’t matter, give it to me anyways.” you couldn’t help but clench around him as he spoke, knowing your cunt was sensitive already as his cock dragged along your walls but you were eager to cum again, cum around his cock.

“come on, sweetheart. give it to me, cum ‘round my cock.” he spoke lowly in your ear as you moved your hips slightly upwards, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot and his fingers circling your clit made your fingers drag down his back and leave fresh red lines as you came.

“atta baby, there ya go.. fuck.. gunna fill ya up so fuckin’ full. you want it?” he pulled back as his eyes met yours and you nodded through your orgasm wanting nothing more than to have him fill you up.

as you clenched around him after your orgasm, he couldn’t hold it back. his forehead dropped to your shoulders as he pressed his hips flush against yours, making his cock go deep, filling you up. he came with a loud moan, biting down on your skin.

“fuck.. druig..” he smiled against your skin as he lazily pressed kisses over your sweaty skin, nudging your jaw with his nose until his lips met yours.

You and Ikaris walk hand-in-hand into the common area of the Domo, finding it empty bar Druig leaning against the counter on the other side of the room.

“Morning” Druig drawls. “You have a fun night?” He taunts darkly.

It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s referring to probably having overheard you and Ikaris in bed last night.

Ikaris just scoffs, “yes, it was lovely thanks” his dark wit matching Druig’s.

Druig cocks his head to the side, his mouth quirking to the side with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. For you” he chuckles. “But I have to say, from y/n’s perspective, it sounded… mediocre” Druig’s eyes darken, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

You feel Ikaris physically bubble over with anger and you squeeze his hand tightly, your best attempt to restrain him.

“If you ever wanna really have a good time, y/n, you just call on me” he drawls, winking at you.

Ikaris moves to step forward, aggression radiating throughout his body.

“Ikaris don’t” you plead, grabbing his bicep with your free hand, attempting to hold him in place.

Druig simply laughs darkly to himself.

“Oh, where’s your sense of humour, Ikaris?” Druig taunts with a smirk plastered to his face.

Ikaris is seething beside you; you can feel the tension and the anger radiating through his hand where it was held tightly in yours.

“My sense of humour doesn’t apply when you’re flirting with my girlfriend” Ikaris bites back.

Druig just laughs darkly, his lips twisting into a smirk.

“It’s just a bit of fun” Druig shrugs.

Then he locks eyes with you, his face somehow even more smug than before.

“But in all seriousness darling, if you ever wanna know what it’s like to be with a real man, you let me know” he winks again, his mouth hanging open cockily.

“Alright enough” Ikaris’ sudden sharp tone takes both you and Druig by surprise.

"If you really think you’re so much better than me, why don’t you prove it hmm? Why don’t you fuck her Druig, show her what you’re capable of” Ikaris challenges, stepping up towards Druig, their chests nearly pressed together as they stare each other down.

Druig stares at Ikaris uncertainly, a flicker of confusion and concern sweeping his face briefly before he composes himself again. He scoffs lightly, brushing off Ikaris’ words as nothing more than a joke to get back at him. It was now Ikaris’ turn to cock his head smugly.

“Oh, I’m serious Druig. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and show y/n just how good you are, show her you really are better than me” Ikaris’ voice is laced with venom.

You can see Druig’s facade start to crack, a small panic creeping into the edges of his face. You feel the dominance settle in Ikaris’ chest, overshadowing Druig’s cockiness. Druig’s façade starts to crumble, his eyes widening.

“Let’s go” Ikaris barks a harsh command, spinning around and heading back towards your shared room.

He stops after a few paces, turning to see a bewildered Druig still stood blankly in place.

“I said let’s go, Druig” he almost shouts.

Druig nods once feebly before quickly padding to follow the two of you, his head bowed already. You and Ikaris share a smug look, it had taken less than you thought to break Druig’s cocky front.

You enter your room, ushering Druig in after you. He stands awkwardly in front of the two of you, his hands fiddling nervously.

A small squeak of surprise leaves Druig when Ikaris suddenly grabs his jaw in his hand, his fingers digging roughly into Druig’s cheeks.

“What? Nothing to say now?” Ikaris teases. Druig just stares wide-eyed.

“Good. Because you’re not going to do anymore talking, understood? You’re just going to do as you’re told.”

Druig nods again when Ikaris lets go of his jaw.

“Good, then let’s get started” Ikaris smirks, placing a quick kiss to your temple.

Ikaris shrugs off his shirt and pants, leaving him naked, his cock already half hard.

Ikaris then smirks at you, encouraging you to follow suit. You shed yourself of your own shirt, swiftly followed by your bra. The look on Druig’s face at your sudden exposed breasts already has waves of anticipation rolling through your body. His eyes are a mixture of awe and pure hunger. His eyes only grow darker with lust when you shimmy out of your jeans and panties, leaving yourself completely naked under Druig’s gaze. Ikaris moves to stand behind you. One of his hands snakes around your waist, his large hand lying flat against your stomach. His other hand moves to wrap around your throat, tilting your head up, pushing your chest out forward, your back against his bare chest. An audible groan leaves Druig’s lips as he looks at you.

“Mmm beautiful, isn’t she?” Ikaris whispers huskily, his breath hot against your ear, but you know his eyes are trained on Druig’s.

“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” Druig breathes.

You smile affectionately at him. But Ikaris’ grip tightens around your throat.

“I said no talking from you, remember?” He says pointedly at Druig, who again just nods.

“Your turn baby boy, show me what I have to look forward to” you finally speak, biting your lip in anticipation.

You and Ikaris had known for a while that there was more behind Druig’s constant flirting and teasing with you. You knew that this really was what he wanted. And well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious yourself.

A small shuddering sigh leaves Druig as he slowly pulls off his own shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath. You bite your lip even harder; he was more toned than you’d thought. Perhaps not as hard and rigid as Ikaris, but strong, nonetheless. You allow your gaze to rake over his body as he finally gets to undoing his jeans. He pulls them and his boxers off swiftly in one go. You can’t help the moan that passes your lips as you take in his fully naked form. Even only semi-hard he was impressive, his cock thick and girthy, his length matching that of Ikaris’ you noted. Definitely more than you were expecting, and you could feel your cunt fluttering just at the sight of it. You even feel Ikaris’ cock stir against your ass as he, too, takes in Druig’s surprisingly impressive physique.

“Hmm I like what I see, don’t you baby?” You hum, your head titling back towards Ikaris but your eyes never leaving Druig.

Ikaris just scoffs quietly.

“Well, we’ll just have to see if he knows how to use it. But first” Ikaris pauses for a brief moment. “Get on your knees, Druig. You’ll start by showing y/n what you can do with that sharp tongue of yours. But only your tongue. No other touching. Understood?” Ikaris commands.

Druig nods meekly, slowly sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor.

“Good boy” Ikaris mocks as he guides you by the hand over to where Druig waits patiently.

“Go ahead babe, let him have a little taste” Ikaris smirks.

You cock one leg up, draping it over Druig’s shoulder, opening yourself up to him. You relish the groan that escapes him as he finally gazed upon your glistening cunt. You reach down to grip Druig’s face in your hand, your thumb running over his bottom lip as he looks at you with pathetic puppy-dog eyes.

“Go on baby, show me what you can do with that cheeky tongue of yours” you release his jaw, pushing your hips forward until you feel his nose on your pelvic bone.

Druig wets his lips before he delves into your cunt. He licks up your entire slit, his tongue rolling over your hole and then your clit. Even just the first lick has you jolting in pleasure. You’re unstable hovering on just one leg but luckily Ikaris takes his place behind you, letting you lean your back into his chest, holding you steady and keeping you upright.

Your one hand holds onto Ikaris’ forearm which is wrapped around your stomach again. Your other hand finds its way into Druig’s soft hair, gripping it tightly. Druig moves his tongue expertly against you. He alternates between flicking, lapping, and sucking at you, waves pleasure rolling through your body as your hips start to rut against his face.

“Tell me how it feels” Ikaris commands in your ear.

You falter for a second. Ikaris was good, he definitely knew how to please you. But fuck, there was just something so particular about the way Druig was working his tongue on you. It was controlled and deliberate, like he knew exactly how to work your body. Ikaris was more rushed and sloppy, he always made you cum, but it never quite felt like this. You decide your best option is to just avoid voicing direct comparisons out loud, instead just focusing on praising Druig.

“Ugh, he feels really good Ikaris” you moan, your voice cracking as Druig speeds up his movements, your praise spurring him on. “He’s living up to that attitude of his” you half moan and half giggle as pure bliss takes over you.

“Oh, he feels so fucking good baby” you arch forwards over Druig’s face as you feel your orgasm break over you.

“Ah fuck” you cry as Druig lets you ride out your high, his tongue working in time with your hips as they slowly start to reduce their grinding pace.

You collapse against Ikaris, letting him support your weight. Druig sits back on his heels, looking up at you expectantly, his chin glistening with your slick. You pull your leg off his shoulder, looking down at him with a warm smile. You grab his chin again, but gently this time. You run your thumb over his lips again, collecting your own juices before you push your thumb back into his mouth, encouraging him to suck on your finger.

“Mmm you did so good babyboy” you coo.

“But we’re not done yet” Ikaris taunts darkly. “Get up” he jerks his head at Druig.

Druig obeys quickly.

“Time to show y/n if you really are as good of a fuck as you say are” Ikaris grins savagely.

Ikaris takes your hand and guides you over to the bed. You lie down on your back, propped up on your elbows. You then catch Druig’s eyes again before you slowly spread your legs open, your knees bent. You and Ikaris both chuckle at the pathetic moan that leaves Druig’s throat as he takes in the sight of you, his cock twitching where it stands painfully hard in front of him.

“Well, go on then” Ikaris snaps. Druig looks almost scared by the invitation.

“Come on baby, come show me what that big cock of yours can do. Don’t leave me waiting” you coo softly, encouraging him.

It works because Druig swiftly walks over to the foot of the bed, his hands running up your thigh until they find purchase on your hips. He groans and bits his lip as he looks down you. He then quickly glances to the side, his eyes searching Ikaris’. Ikaris gives him a quick and curt nod, telling him to get on with it.

Druig then looks again at you and you can see in his eyes he’s seeking permission. All that cockiness, that bravado, melted away as he was suddenly stood completely naked and vulnerable in front of you, silently begging to be allowed inside you. You nod at him, opening your legs up even further, inviting him in.

He pulls you forward by your hips, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed. Druig wraps your legs around his waist. He then grabs his impressive dick in one hand, pumping himself a couple of times before running his head through your folds, collecting a mixture of your wetness and his spit. You shiver in anticipation and moan as his tip runs over your clit. You then gasp sharply as he suddenly breaches your entrance. You knew from the look of him he was big. But only now, as he pushes himself slowly inside you, could you really appreciate just how girthy he was.

“Ah shit” you cry out, your eyebrows creasing together as he stretches you open, a slight burn settling between your thighs. “Oh, fuck Ikaris he’s huge, it almost hurts” you mewl.

A smile settles itself on Druig’s lips at the thought, the tiniest semblance of that cocky attitude returning. You hear Ikaris moan in response to your words and look over to see him pumping himself where he stood next to the bed, watching as Druig starts to move his hips against you. Druig starts slow, letting you adjust to his size; he pulls almost all the way out, leaving only his tip inside you, before pushing back in, bottoming out inside you again. The burn stings, but it’s delicious in its own way. Your back starts to arch already, your body alight with the new sensation of Druig’s cock moving against your tight walls. He’s definitely thicker than Ikaris, perhaps not quite as long, but fuck he was still hitting every sweet spot inside you. You swear you could see stars already. This boy was cocky but you were quickly learning that he had good reason to be. Even at the slow pace he was moving at now, it was sensational, your walls already fluttering around him.

But clearly it wasn’t enough for Ikaris.

“Come on Druig, even I think you can do better than that. Fuck her like you mean it” Ikaris drawls darkly, a grunt sounding from him as he begins to pump himself faster.

Druig groans loudly. He looks down at you, a sweaty and breathless mess beneath him. You nod at him lightly, silently telling him it was okay, that he could be rougher with you, that you wanted him to. He sees the pure lust in your eyes, and it just triggers something in him. He suddenly picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours harshly, his fingers digging painfully into your skin.

Your moans are jagged and uneven as your entire body jerks with the force of Druig fucking into you with all his speed and strength. His grunts are mixed with pants where his head lies in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin.

You hear a grunt to your right and look over at Ikaris again, who’s now got another smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s better” he encourages Druig. “Give it to her Druig, fuck her like you’ve always wanted to.”

Druig groans again and lifts his head to look you as he continues to thrust harshly into you. Both of your lips parted in pleasure, your breaths mixing where his mouth is only an inch away from yours.

You’re suddenly struck by just how beautiful Druig is. His brows are furrowed, sweat sticking his hair to forehead, a slight reddening in his cheeks. His pale blue are somehow dark with the want, the need, to please you. There’s a complexity in Druig’s beauty, you think, a uniqueness to it. Perhaps he’s not attractive in the stereo-typical way that Ikaris is. His beauty is deeper than that, and you loved it even more. Your mind is spinning from the pleasure that he’s fucking into your body, but you have just enough sanity to focus on the way he’s looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Kiss me” you suddenly breathe.

Druig’s brow furrows deeper but you don’t give him time to think; you push up and smash your lips onto his desperately. He groans into your mouth almost immediately, allowing you to push your tongue into his mouth, sliding it over his own. He kisses you back fervently, his lips moving against your own like they’d known each other for years. His lips are soft and warm, the taste of his sweat mixed with your slick and lingering spearmint. It almost makes you dizzy. You almost completely forget about your actual boyfriend who’s right next to you, jerking himself off at the sight of another man inside you.

You start to feel your body burn up with pleasure, a fire settling in your lower belly. Your entire body tightens, your muscles coiling as you feel yourself reach the precipice of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Druig” you cry into his mouth. “Oh, I’m gonna cum” you mewl, throwing your head back, your eyes screwing shut, your toes curling where they were pushing into Druig’s lower back.

The coil snaps, the fire spreading throughout your whole body, your orgasm rocking through you, your body convulsing under Druig. He lets out something like a sob into your chest as your cunt clenches around him repeatedly. You look up again to see the restraint on his face as he keeps thrusting into you; he’s making sure you ride out your orgasm before he even thinks about letting go himself. You reach up again and stroke his face with shaky hands.

“Shh let go baby, let go” you murmur.

And his resolve finally breaks. He lets out another sob-moan hybrid as his hips stutter, his brutal pace finally faltering as you feel his thick cock pulse inside your tight walls. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he pants through his own high, his eyes meeting yours again. For a movement all that exists is you and Druig, your breathes mixing, your sweaty foreheads pressed together, his body pressed flush against yours.

It’s only when Ikaris speaks again that you’re brought out of your reverie.

“Yeah, she feels fucking amazing when she squeezes you like that huh?” He grunts.

Your eyes shift to his hand as he steadily decreases his pace, his movements slowing down where he was previously furiously pumping his cock. His cock is red and swollen, pre-cum leaking from the tip, his forearm coarse with the flexed muscles. You can tell he brought himself close to the edge but stopped before he actually finished.

“So how was he?” Ikaris saunters closer to the bed.

“S’good” you just about manage to exhale. Your hands are absent-mindedly stroking Druig’s back where he’s now collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your chest. You can feel his cock starting to soften inside you, his cum slowly leaking out you and onto the bed beneath.

“Yeah? Well, I hope he doesn’t think we’re finished yet” Ikaris taunts Druig, bringing his face level with his, gripping Druig’s jaw in his hand, lifting him roughly off your chest. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to be fucked by me. Just so you never doubt my skills again in the future.”

Druig audibly gulps as the prospect, causing Ikaris to chuckle darkly. Ikaris moves to stand behind Druig. You watch, your pussy practically clenching over Druig’s semi-soft cock again already. Just watching the two of them was intoxicating. Ikaris runs a hand along Druig’s arm, his fingers brushing up from his wrist, up to his shoulder, until Ikaris finds purchase on his neck. He holds Druig in place by his neck, just as he was holding you not so long ago. You can see the shiver that runs through Druig as Ikaris reaches between their bodies, grabbing his cock and running it between Druig’s cheeks. Ikaris then spits down onto his dick, rubbing himself a few times, using his own saliva and precum as lube. You then see Druig’s body stiffen as Ikaris’ hips push forward, his cock stretching open Druig’s tight hole. Druig lets out almost a painful moan, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, threatening to buckle underneath him. He looks up to you with pleading eyes, pain etched on his face, another grunt of pain leaving his lips.

“Shh baby shh” you coo, reaching up to cup his face in yours again. “You can take it; you’re doing so well baby. You can take him” you pepper his face with kisses. He and Ikaris grunt in sync as Ikaris finally bottoms out inside him. Ikaris’ grunt is mixed with a harsh bark of laughter as he towers over Druig who had all but collapsed into your chest again. Ikaris starts to move his hips, fucking into Druig who remained a whimpering mess on top of you. You can feel Druig start to harden inside you again, his grunts of pain turning into groans of pleasure as Ikaris hits that spot inside him.

Then a surprised cry sounds from Druig as Ikaris suddenly brings his hand down harshly onto Druig’s ass, spanking his skin sharply.

“Keep fucking her Druig” he bites through clenched teeth.

Druig just nods his head in submission, lifting himself slightly. He begins to move his hips against you again, his cock finding home against your sweet spot with each thrust. He hits impossibly deep inside you, pushed deeper by the momentum of Ikaris bucking his hips behind him. Slowly but surely Druig starts to pick up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with more speed and fervour, more confidence. You let moans fly free from your lips, encouraging Druig’s actions.

Druig bucks his hips into yours, fucking you roughly whilst simultaneously fucking himself on Ikaris. Ikaris’ hands are gripping Druig’s hips tightly, helping guide his hips both against himself and against you. Druig has one hand on your hip, the other is just beside your head, holding him up above you. You can tell Druig is almost overwhelmed by it all, his face the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. You run your hands over his face, his neck, soothing him as best you could.

“You’re doing so well baby boy, keep going. You’re making me feel so good” you praise him, a moan causing your voice to crack on the last sentence.

The quiet of the room is overtaken by the sound of slapping skin, the squelch of your pussy as Druig’s cum leaks out of you as he pumps into you again and again. Your moans are almost covered by the sound of both Druig and Ikaris grunting. Ikaris’ face is twisted with pleasure, mixed with a kind of smugness. He was relishing seeing Druig a whimpering mess under his dominance. He barks another harsh laugh.

“Mmm, how’s that feel Druig?” He spanks Druig’s ass again, causing him to rut deeply into you. “You still doubting my skills huh?”

Drug just mewls and shakes his head limply. A cocky smile takes over Ikaris’ face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he drawls, his breathing heavy.

“Uh fuck, you boys feel amazing” you sigh deeply, your entire body once again alight with pleasure. You could feel that you were slightly sensitive from your first two orgasms, but you almost didn’t care. You were so wrapped up in the moment, watching yourself get fucked by Druig; watching him get fucked by Ikaris. From the sounds of Druig’s groans and the blinding pace set by Ikaris you could tell they were both close. And so were you. You knew neither of them were going to let themselves finish until you had. Your moans reach an impossible pitch as you feel that band snap in your core again, your pussy convulsing around Druig, your whole body jerking with the pleasure. Your back arches and you push up into Druig’s chest, your thighs trembling, and you swear you can see stars blur your vision.

“Yeah, that’s it, good boy” Ikaris grins behind Druig.

Ikaris then grabs Druig’s hair, pulling him back roughly, causing him to arch his back painfully.

“Good boy” Ikaris repeats. “Now you can cum again” he breathes hotly into Druig’s ear as his hips snap into him harshly.

Druig lets out his loudest moan yet. Ikaris pushes himself deeply into Druig, and from the sound that Druig makes you know he’s hit that special spot inside him. Druig’s face contorts with pleasure, his mouth hanging open, his eyebrows creased, eyes squeezed shut. He arches his back, curving back into Ikaris as he cums again. You moan again as you feel his cock pulse within your sensitive walls, even more of his hot liquid spilling inside you.

Ikaris quickly follows suit, taken over the edge by Druig’s tight hole pulsing over his dick. Ikaris lets out a loud and satisfied grunt as his hips still, his own release filling up Druig. Ikaris rides out his orgasm, rutting into Druig a few more times before finally stopping, an almost evil look of smugness on his face. He lets out a harsh scoff before releasing Druig’s hair, practically throwing him back down on top of you.

He pulls out of him harshly, a pathetic whimper sounding from Druig, the noise getting lost in the skin of your chest as he buries his head in you again. Ikaris walks to your side and collapses on the bed next to you, laying on his back, revelling in his own satisfaction. Druig stays on top of you for a little while and you let him, feeling his cock once again go soft inside you. You just stroke his back, his hair, his face, kissing the top of his head lightly as he attempts to recover and gather his strength.

After a while Druig finally lifts himself off you. He stands and pulls out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss of contact. You feel his cum flood out of you, coating the back of your thighs. He weakly climbs up the bed a fraction more before collapsing on your other side, his head resting in the space between your head and shoulder. You stay panting on your back between the two of them, the only sounds in the room now your collective heavy breathing. You bend your neck to place your cheek on the top of Druig’s head, placing a soft kiss to his hair. You then reach out your arms, one hand finding Ikaris’ chest and the other finding Druig’s face. You run your knuckles over Ikaris’ chest in a small up and down motion. You mimic the motion with your other hand, your knuckles gently running over Druig’s cheek.

“So…?” Ikaris sit up on his elbow to look down at you with that smug look of his.

You just smack his chest softly. “Don’t start.”

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A/N: we’re not even gonna talk about how long this took me to get done, I was in love with the idea but my brain was just not putting the words to paper so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, but I hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless!!🥺🙈✨🖤💫

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