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smut includes: mm4f, size kink, ‘softer’!dom butcher & slightly meaner!dom kessler are equally nasty, petnames, dirty talking, cunnilingus, edging, overstimulation, sq~uirting, voyeurism & exhibitionism, spanking (once), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), bj & unprotected s~ex (p in v), butcher & kessler are absolutely obsessed over you!!

Butcher had an obsession with the way you moaned in his ear as he had you on your back. His large frame concealed yours as his hips moved, his thrusts deep but his pace torturously slow. Like Kessler, he loved how your voice pitched higher each time he bottomed out into you, begging him to let you cum in incoherent murmurs. Seeing his team’s pretty little ace writhing underneath his old buddy was almost as exhilarating as any combined operation he had ever faced. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Butcher cooed condescendingly, tilting your head up by your jaw so Kessler, who was lazily pumping his cock as he sat on the chair he had dragged beside the bed could see your tears. If your eyes weren’t brimming with tears, blocking both your vision and mind, you would’ve tried to avert your gaze from Kessler’s heated ones. 

“Billy, please…” You sobbed. 

Butcher was dying to have you when it all started, and he would’ve had you first but he wanted to drag your orgasm. Make you yearn for release, only to cry out in frustration ever so cutely each time he slowed his pace, and despite what one would believe, he would’ve surrendered to your cries much quicker, giving you what you, or at the very least, teasing you just a little bit longer before giving you what you needed then and there. Offering you sweet kisses and even sweeter reassurance as he kissed your neck. 

But Kessler wanted to put your limitations to the test, and you knew you were in for a wild ride when he suggested it with a playful glint in his eye. 

Even so, he took great consideration for your well-being, immediately asking Butcher for the safeword and both of them reminding you to use it if you ever needed to stop at any point. A calm before the storm, before he pushed you onto the bed and restrained you with his arms on your thighs, then latched his lips onto your sensitive clit. 

When Kessler had you on your back, flicking his tongue along your lips and grumbling into your pussy, causing your legs to tense and tremble, Butcher sat by your head. Leaning in to kiss wherever his lips could reach, praising you with zero filter while his hands alternated between roaming your luscious body to holding your hands to your head each time Kessler’s tongue had you particularly jumpy. 

“Y'hear that?” Kessler lightly slapped your pussy, his fingers covered in your slick and his saliva the more he patted your sensitive bud. He and Butcher shared a chuckle, and you would’ve attempted to shut your legs if not for Kessler’s adamant grip.

Butcher needed in, so he sat behind you, pulling you onto his lap so he could be with you as physically close as possible. 

With Kessler’s fingers glistening with your juices, he offered his digits to your lips.

“Go on,” Butcher rasped in your ear as brushed his beard along your shoulder, “Taste y’self, so you’ll know why I love tongue fuckin’ you just as much as he does.”

And one thing led to another, after Kessler edged you for a while, topped with the way Butcher squeezed your tits and had the audacity to tell you not to cum just yet, you were already mush in their arms. It wasn't until you looked up at Butcher with your glossy, puppy dog eyes that he convinced Kessler to spare you the torture. 

But with how long they refused your orgasm, you couldn’t control the spurt that had the men who worshipped you the way America did with their golden boy laughing and cheering for your release.

“‘Atta girl,” Kessler praised, swiping and stimulating your sensitive folds to force the very last droplets of your juices into his mouth and chin, “Atta girl.”

You were practically melting in Butcher’s arms, letting him kiss your cheek, jaw and neck before turning your head to press his lips onto yours. 

Kessler’s stubble tickled your thighs and hipbone, his calloused hands slowly sliding up your body before reaching for your hand. You felt his lips against the pads of your fingers before bringing them in between your legs. You felt Butcher smile against your lips when you whined at the embarrassing squelch, but they perked up at the noise.

“Up.” Butcher murmured as soon as he pulled away. You blinked sluggishly, seeing his eyes dart to your fingers. You brought your hand to his face and he immediately wrapped his lips around your fingers, unabashed with the sounds of suckling and groaning that mingled with Kessler’s. You were practically clenching around nothing, and before you could voice out your frustration, Butcher captured your lips with his once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Feels nice, right?” Kessler smiled when you practically jerked at his knuckle nudging at your clit. You weren’t even sure if he was asking you or Butcher, “Just gotta tough it out, bud.”

“Shut it.” Butcher scoffed, but God, did he need you and he needed you now.

Butcher shot Kessler a glare when the latter playfully slapped your ass, though they both knew Butcher didn’t mind it one bit. Not when you let out an irresistible yelp, a reaction they hoped to hear more when they switched places, with Butcher already in Kessler’s place, but not before removing his pants while Kessler decided to sit back. As much as he wanted to feel you once more, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions if he were to ever lose himself in his own pleasure. 

He knew he’d have just as much fun watching you front row seats, plus, he already had more plans for you soon. Whether he was going to have you once Butcher had his fill of you or if he would be impatient enough that he’d stand or kneel next to you so he could feel your perfect lips around his cock was uncertain. 

But with how addictive you were, he and Butcher knew none of them could wait to have you whole.

-> the two men aren’t really dancers. that doesn’t stop them from watching you dance, though. not until you get drunk enough to pull them onto the club floor.

-> they don’t know where to put their hands, not until you move them into place. on your waist, billy’s hand on the back of your neck, kessler’s sliding up and down your hips while you sway…

-> he has to try really hard to pay attention to the road as he drives back to where your stationed, you and billy nearly tearing the other’s clothes off in his backseat.

-> he makes a mental note to slap billy later for making him drive you two home like a limo driver on a prom date.

-> you purr in his ear and make so many promises to make it up to him later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you back against the wall in his apartment. it’s his turn with you now.

-> that doesn’t stop billy from snapping at you like a hungry dog, though. he eventually moves to stand behind you,

-> the feeling of both their beards scratching at your neck as they lick and suck at your collarbone and tug at the hem of your shirt is almost overstimulating. billy moves his hands to unbutton your top, giving joe full opportunity to mouth at your chest while billy mumbles how good you’re being for them.

-> the difference between billy and joe is this:

-> billy will put up a big act of being a mean, demanding man, but he wants your pleasure more than anything.

-> joe kessler, on the other hand, will make you as many promises as he needs to get off. and he’ll follow through, but not before he finishes himself.

-> naturally, this leads to kessler pushing into you from behind as billy licks into your mouth, sighing and rutting his hips into the side of the bed.

-> you can see how pent up he’s getting, take his hand to pull him up the bed, and looking him in the eye as you unbuckle his belt, licking and kissing his tip until you take him into your mouth, placing his hand on the back of your head.

-> “huh.” kessler observes with a smug grin. “how obedient.”

-> the two men aren’t really dancers. that doesn’t stop them from watching you dance, though. not until you get drunk enough to pull them onto the club floor.

-> they don’t know where to put their hands, not until you move them into place. on your waist, billy’s hand on the back of your neck, kessler’s sliding up and down your hips while you sway…

-> he has to try really hard to pay attention to the road as he drives back to where your stationed, you and billy nearly tearing the other’s clothes off in his backseat.

-> he makes a mental note to slap billy later for making him drive you two home like a limo driver on a prom date.

-> you purr in his ear and make so many promises to make it up to him later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you back against the wall in his apartment. it’s his turn with you now.

-> that doesn’t stop billy from snapping at you like a hungry dog, though. he eventually moves to stand behind you,

-> the feeling of both their beards scratching at your neck as they lick and suck at your collarbone and tug at the hem of your shirt is almost overstimulating. billy moves his hands to unbutton your top, giving joe full opportunity to mouth at your chest while billy mumbles how good you’re being for them.

-> the difference between billy and joe is this:

-> billy will put up a big act of being a mean, demanding man, but he wants your pleasure more than anything.

-> joe kessler, on the other hand, will make you as many promises as he needs to get off. and he’ll follow through, but not before he finishes himself.

-> naturally, this leads to kessler pushing into you from behind as billy licks into your mouth, sighing and rutting his hips into the side of the bed.

-> you can see how pent up he’s getting, take his hand to pull him up the bed, and looking him in the eye as you unbuckle his belt, licking and kissing his tip until you take him into your mouth, placing his hand on the back of your head.

-> “huh.” kessler observes with a smug grin. “how obedient.”