i ❤️ rory culkin

he assured you he’d never come home without a win, and that he did. he kept a lovely roof over your head, the best on your body, took you on frequent dates, whatever he could, he did it for you. his sweet girl, he couldn’t imagine the look on your face if you ever saw him hurt in the ring, it’d send him to his knees. that’s why he didn’t want you there. in fact, he forbid you completely, always telling you “it’s not a place for girls like you,” and he was right, but ugh…that wasn’t enough. you wanted to see him in action.

you always listened to him on the radio or just waited for him to get home and tell you how it went, and you didn’t even really care until you read the paper and read he was going against someone rather popular, stronger, bigger and in the game longer than øystein. you knew your boyfriend was good, he was all over your small town, the pride, best know for his quick feet and hard face taps, so you didn’t know why you got scared, but you went anyway. it might be fun, your first match!!

and of course you didn’t let him know you were there, heavens no. but he’d be so happy when he saw you, right?

so as I was saying, you stood between a few big burly looking, yelling men as you watched the fight, clutching your purse and consesions close to you. you wore a special dress you got with the spending money he gave you, pairing it with some little heels and a cute pink coach clutch with your hair half up just as you knew he liked it, it made you look dolly. “knock ‘em down!” you hear a man next to you cheer for øysteins opponent, making you roll your eyes. you watch your boyfriend, knowing you did his signature corpse paint just before he left, remembering how you psyched him up. god, he’s gonna be so happy to see you!

all of the sudden, you tune back, and øysteins against the ropes, taking hits to the gut. you gasp, dropping your things and your hands reaching for your chest, fear flooding your system as you study every inch of his body, his eyes that blink uncoordinatedly, his head that lolled to the side with each hit, his feet loosing balance and almost sliding off the matt, and his arms that laid against the ropes.

“oh my god, oh my god!! euronymous!” you gasp, gripping the railing in front of your row. a man next to you laughs, “he’s done for!” he says, making you fight back. “don’t say that! he’s gonna get up,” you start to frown, vision going blurry and you realize you’re tearing up, oh your poor baby, you never knew it was like this :(. you wanna cry, is this why he didn’t want you to come?

you quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks, this isn’t a place to cry, you tell yourself. you watch him block a hit and send his glove to the other guys face before øysteins grabbing and running him back, slamming him on the mat, and the crowd boos.

the ref comes in and restates the fight, and before you know it the whistle blows and they’re circling each other again. you cover your mouth and tears fall again when øystein gets one, two, three hits to the face, his corpse paint mixing with his own blood and his eyes blinking hard before he’s sending them back, two quick ones to the jaw and another to his ribs.

you sniffle your tears back when he’s sending his opponent through the ropes, hit after hit after hit before the ref is pulling øystein off. his opponent falls to the ground, and you hold your breath because you honestly didn’t know what that meant, but the crowd goes wild. the announcers call out your boyfriends stage name as the ref holds his fist up, and you choke out a sob when you realize he won. you knew he would. you just got scared.

so you’re shoving past all the old, ugly men, shouting “move, move!” before you race down to his station off the mat, and you see him, almost wanting to cry again. he’s getting the blood cleaned up off his face and out of his hair. his eyes are shut as water pours down his head and into a bucket, red mixing with it. his gargled water and spits out blood, and his eyes are barely open before he hears you, “øystein!” you call out.

he oofs when you jump onto him, arms instinctively wrapping around you and holding you up, “baby,” he whispers, almost enjoying the feeling of you embracing him before his eyes popping open, and he grasps the situation. “baby??” he gets a good look at your teary face before he’s looking around, and suddenly reporters are circling you two and his crew is being blinded by flashing lights.

anger fills him as he wraps his arm around you and keeps you on his hip, “the fuck are you doing here?” he whispers to you before he’s shouting, “EVERYONE back UP!” his voice is booming as he glared at everyone around him, and your little sobs in his ear has him frowning even as he tries not to.

“you-you were all hurt and-and I want to support you and-” he doesn’t give you time to finish through your tears before he’s laying your head on his shoulder, “hey hey s’okay baby, yknow i’m ok, just lay your head down, let’s go somewhere else.” he whispers, weaving through the cameras and crowds of people. his manager is chewing his ear off behind you two as you walk through the empty locker rooms of the building. oh yeah..you guys aren’t public. at all.

I mean,,the restaurant workers knew about you when he rented the place out when he took you out, and his manager and his…parents. but that was it. øystein wanted you out of the public eye as much as possible, because if someone brought you up in a press meeting or a smack talking comp he’d light the place up, no questions asked. and it was another reason he didn’t want you at the matches, too many eyes on you and it’d overwhelm you, he knew it would, you get overwhelmed at theme parks.

his manager is eating øysteins head off as you sit on a bench away from them, yelling things like “fucking here” and “the press” and you knew it was because of you. it was gonna be in every newspaper, on every radio station…

you twiddle with your rings as you sniffle, looking down sadly as they pace around the room shouting over each other before øysteins yells “go calm them the fuck down out there n’ ill deal with her, a’ight? fuck,” and the door slams, making you jump. øystein walks past you, wiping his remainder blood and paint off before he stands before you, and you can’t look at him, knowing he’s angry at you like this.

“song bird.” his voice is sweet as he puts his hands on his hips above his fighting shorts, and his bodies glistening. you look up at him and your lips already quivering again as you twist your feet nervously. he sees it, “why you cryin’ baby, huh?” you look away again but he tilts your chin back up at him, and his gentle words have you sobbing. “what’s wrong?” he caressed your face as he wipes your tears away, you holding his shorts lightly.

“you..I just didn’t like seein’ you hurt, and he was hittin’ you a lot and,” you sniffle, “and I was sitting by these guys and they were talking about you, it was just too much, are you ok??” you pull him down to his knees at your level, and he’s fighting a laugh. “i’m fine baby, promise. nothing I can’t handle, you know that. cmon baby you know that, I always beat em, don’t I?” you mirror him and hold his face, nodding.

“that’s right, and of course people talk about me, they’re just mad i’m always winnin’. but..[y/n],” he makes you look into his eyes, holding your chin, and you realize he’s getting serious. “what did I tell you about comin’ to these things, hm? didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you at my matches?” he nods, and you sniffle as you look away.

“look at me when i’m talkin’ to you baby, I told you about that.” he keeps your cheeks in his grasp, your bright n doey eyes steady on his. “you..you told me not to come to em, but I read about you in the paper and I just wanted to support you! I wanted to watch you in action,” you plead, and he sighs, holding your hand in his now.

“you already do so much for me sugar, you know that. you support me enough, you support me by waitin all pretty f’me, you support me by makin me that good shit I like, by patching me up and takin good care of me, by letting me lay you down and beat this pussy in when I come home,” he kisses your hand, making you smile and flush.

“s’why I don’t need you here to support me, ok? a place like this isn’t built for pretty dolls like you,” he says, and you smile. “I can’t protect you if i’m down there kicking ass and you’re up there around all those ugly old guys. because if they lay a finger on you, i’m not gonna be able to help you, and you’re gonna have to carry round a gun, and a pretty thing like you doesn’t need a fuckin’ gun,” he jokes, and you laugh.

“okay,” you nod. “and baby the press doesn’t even know about you yet, yknow that, right? and I-I just don’t want them all in your face, you bein my girl and being so pretty at that..they’ll blind you with all that flash. and they’ll harass you and say all these mean things because you’re mine and I don’t want that. ok? I need you to stay home for me baby,” he sits next to you on the bench, and you nod, “I will, I just wanted to see you but n-never again, that was scary. don’t like seein you hurt,” you frown.

“I know baby, it’s ok though, yknow m’ok.” he says, pulling you in his lap and you kiss him passionately, gripping his hot shoulders as he leans a hand back on the bench and keeps one on you, your legs dangly on the side of him as you say on his. you’re dominating him in the kiss and he’s letting you, admiring how needy and scared you were. he thought it was adorable, you running to his side because of a few hits to the face.

“you look so adorable mama,” he hums and you giggle in the kiss, feeling his rough n bruised hands grip your ass, “s’new, got it yesterday. wanted to look pretty for you.” you say, and he hums again in the kiss, “you always look pretty baby, y’like my little barbie,” he says before you slip your tongue in his mouth, getting a moan out both of you.

you push more into the kiss, shaky moans coming from you as you grind on his clothed length eagerly, your heels just barely touching the floor of the locker room. “you missed me baby?” he says as he pulls the bottom of your dress, hands running over your barely clothes ass and to the crotch of your panties where your cunt rests, brushing over your wet spot. you pull away and nod, scooting back and stroking his hard cock through his shorts, making him bite his lip and groan.

“mhm, watched you come out in your paint n stuff, looked so handsome.” you tell him, watching his cheeks grow pink as he smiles, you loved how compliments always flustered him so bad. “n’your arms looked so good hittin’ him like that, so hot,” and you smile watching him smirk.

“my sweet girl, my biggest fan,” he says, and you whimper, feeling him push a finger into your cunt as his other pulls yours panties to the side, gripping his cock as you speed up and grab onto his shoulder. “bet you gotta lotta lady fans, huh?” you say, your face turning at the thought. you knew he did, I mean, look at him? his face, his physique, he’s walking sex, leaking pheromones with every hard glare of his bedroom eyes.

“somethin’ like that. what, you jealous? hm?” he taunts, and you upturn your lip at his smirk. “bet not be lettin’ them touch all over you. don’t even look at em.” you say, and he lets out a little chuckle as he slips his second finger in you, making you moan out and duck your head near his ear.

you grab onto his shoulders as his bulge rubs against your thigh, and you’re gasping as he fingers your open. “and if i do?” he taunts, pushing his fingers deeper in you. “what’re you gonna do baby, hm? gonna fight em, maybe follow in my footsteps? gonna fuck me up about it?” he continues to push, and you whine. “øystein.” you warn, making him giggle.

“I won’t sugar, promise. cmere,” he whispers as he hikes you up, your boobs to his face as he pulls out his cock and lines you up, bringing his tip all down your folds, gathering your wetness before he slides his tip in, and you instantly start lowering yourself on him without help, making him tip his head back and his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut.

“oh my godd,” he moans, gripping your hip as he leans back on his hand some more. you share a moan as you slowly start bouncing yourself on his cock, this wasn’t the first time he fucked you after a match, of course not, but it was the first time he got you right after a match. still sweaty, hair wet and dripping and his fighting shorts pulled down just enough for you to fuck yourself. it was a euphoric feeling, tension fading away as he takes in your wet heat, your walls accommodating to his size like you were made for him.

“fuck baby, fuck. oh yeah.” he moans, and you’re watching his face as his mouth parts open and his eyes squeeze together, his brows burrowing with each roll of your hips as you bounce on his dick. “s’fuckin it princess, god this pussy.” he groans, gripping the back of your dress as his breath labors. “m’sorry for showin’ up n makin the cameras go crazy,” you squeak, but he shakes his head. “it’s ok baby it’s gettin’ taken care of, don’t worry bout a thing.” he’s already getting lost in the way you feel as his words slur, in the moment you could ask for his entire life savings and he’d give it to you and much more.

you wrap your arms arms around his neck, hugging him and he smiles, his hand that wasn’t holding himself up wrapping around you. “my pretty girl, protective little baby,” he pants, smile prominent in his voice. “s’ok princess you know i’m ok, he was light work.” he assures you, listening to your mewls and moans as you bounce on his cock, holding him close to you as if he’d float away.

“are they gonna get mad at you? your bosses n stuff?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “mm-mm, it’ll go over soon. jan axel’ll take care of it.” he assures, and ofc his best friend’s his manager. øysteins eyes pop open when he hears the door to the locker room open, shushing you quickly as he listens for voices, thankfully you guys were tucked behind a wall of lockers.

“mr. euronymous sir!” he hears a voice, sighing and rolling his eyes. “what’s the connection with the lady that jumped on you! is she a sister, family member, wife??” a reporter asks. “what? she’s my girlfriend- i-i’ll be out in a few just gimme a second,” he calls back, trying to stabilize his voice.

his mouth hangs open as you squeeze onto him, moaning quietly next to his ear as you sped up, letting out a tiny, “fuck baby,” into your neck.

“mr. euronymous how do you feel about your opponents comments towards the mysterious lady’s outburst towards you?” another reporter asks, making euronymous groan. he heard the commotion get closer, making him anxious, cooing at you and ducking your head into his shoulder for you to moan, feeling how close you were in the way you squeeze on his cock and wrap yourself around his body like a koala.

“fuck the comment, i’ll answer all your questions just,” he takes a shuddery breath, swallowing back spit. “just gimme a minute to help my lady out, ok?” he calls again, gripping your body as he starts fucking upward into you, a quiet, “oh my god, oh my god baby,” coming from him as he moans shakily, stomach tensing up.

he heard his manager yelling at all the reporters to get the fuck back as euronymous takes charge and lifts you into the air, laying you on your back and fucking into you with his hand holding you close to him, making you moan out, grabbing onto him as you throw your head back and shut your eyes, brows raising. he captures you in a kiss to silence you, slamming his cock into you, groaning into your mouth with each thrusts.

your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and you can’t help but pull away to moan, chest heaving up to his as he watches you, wrapping you closer around him. “shh baby I know, I know jus’ keep it down ok? be my good girl n’ keep it down mama, fuck ure’ so good,” he sighs, watching himself disappear into your wet throbbing cunt.

“gonna cum, gonna cum euro,” you whine, breathing heavily through your nose as he continues to pound into you, tiny squeaks and oh oh oh!-s coming from you before he plugs you again, locking lips with yours.

you hold his neck and pull at his hair as you squeeze his neck, eyes fluttering as you messily kiss back, øystein swallowing your moans with each kiss to your sweet spot. you scratch as his bare back and squeal in his mouth as you cum around his cock, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and latching onto his pubes, and he’s twitching inside you as he lets out a long sigh, speeding up his thrust because his orgasm was right behind yours.

“that’s it baby, did so good,” he whispers, listening to your whines as the overstimulation reaches you, cursing when he feels you clench and throb around him. “øystein..” you whimper. “I know baby, don’t worry m’gonna cum, ok? gonna cum in you so I don’t ruin that pretty dress,” he pants, and you moan as he fucks his cum into you, short squelchy plap plap plap mac and cheese sounds coming from between you as he kisses your lips cutely in tiny doses, moaning slightly as he catches his breath with you.

“you feelin better? hm?” he asks you, and you nod hazily, all your thoughts fucked out of you. he giggled at you as he lays you on the bench and pulls out, going to clean you up with his towel as you eye him. “did it hurt?” you ask him, as stupid as it is, but all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“the adrenaline and shit doesn’t let it hurt, you feel it for a second but you don’t have time to feel it because you have to think about his or your next move. what, you wanna get into fightin’ or somethin?” he asks you and you sit up, pulling your panties on. “maybe. maybe i’ll take you down.” you smile and he mirrors you before giving you a little kiss, and the doors open again.

“don’t try any shit like that again. don’t wanna walk in and see pussy,” jan axel is pointing fingers, making you flush. he ends up telling you two the fans/press love you. seeing euronymous, a usually always angry and stone faced fighter go soft for his girl brought something out in people. so you sit pretty in a designated spot near his team (when you decide to go) and walk hand in hand out of every match. :)

mma euro anyone? hehehehe I looooved writing this!! I have a deathly soft spot for euro babying and caring reader :3 I hope u enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah 💋

you smiled, reaching up and patting his arm, “charlie,” you mumble, still patting him but later on moving onto shaking. “charlieeee,” you whine, and soon he stirred awake, confused and dazed.

“hm? hm? what’s wrong?” he mumbled, lifting his head and looking around, his eyes barely open. “you’re chokin’ me baby,” you speak, moving his arm down, to which he glided it down your hip with a hum.

“mm. well, goodmorning pretty girl,” he rasps into your cheek, planting soft kisses, making you smile. “g’morning baby, ‘sume you slept good.”

“you being here is the only part that made it good, I love holding you.” “y’mean choking me?” you giggle, and he chuckled softly, sleep still evident in his voice.

you turn to face hands cupping his face loosely, looking into his low eyes that rolled back at your comment. “we should probably clean up soon..” he sighed. “we??” you raise a brow.

“you’re here too, right?” he questioned, a chuckle following. “yeah but I cook, that means you clean.” “since when?” “since,” you yawned, sitting up on one of your hands, his shirt you wore sliding down one of your arms.

“since we had to order takeout yesterday because you couldn’t cook the food correctly and burned it,” he rubbed your hip, raising up your shirt a bit, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he started to grab at the plush of your exposed thighs.

“it wasn’t that bad, you’re just boujee.” he rolled his eyes, his fingers hooked now hooked under your underwear. “yeah well, boujee knows how to cook, so.” you made him laugh, which made you smile.

“what’d you want for breakfast,” you rubbed your eye, and he whined. “nothing yet, I don’t have work till eight, lay with me some more,” he joked. he kept telling you “this is our married life free trial,” since he had the house to himself for the weekend.

you giggled, knowing he was referencing that. “honey, we have workkkk,” you whine as he kissed up your shoulder, covers falling off his bare chest as he lifted up, and you felt him kiss up your neck and over the hickeys from last night he’d left.

you but your lip feeling his hands rub under your thighs as he slotted himself between them, laying you back down slowly. “let’s call in, won’t even notice,” he whispered, kissing the side of your mouth before kissing you softly, hair messily falling in the sides of your head as he held your legs apart, hovering over top of you.

“we’re the best directors in the bizzz,” you whine jokingly before he slips his tongue into your mouth, stifling his giggle. you kiss back, sleep still pulsing through both of you as you grew more aroused, whining and moaning tiredly.

he drew his hand between your legs, rubbing you through you underwear, fingers already soaked with your sopping slick. you pant in the kiss before you both pull away, locking eyes as he pulls your underwear off, both peering down at watching his hands spread your pussy before he pushed a finger in slowly, you throwing your head back as he watched your face, his mouth agape.

“oh charlie,” you moan, lifting your legs higher. the sun crept in through his window, making its mark on your face as your head tilted back, mouth open spewing lazy moans, charlie drinking in the sight of you right now, his eyes rolling back just at how beautiful you looked in the morning, even if you didn’t think so.

you hold the back of his head, fingers in his hair as he inserted his other finger into you, making you let out a loud moan, brows scrunching together. you gasp, “s-sorry,” you whimper, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you. “be as loud as you want baby, s’just us, me n’ you,” he whispered before kissing you again, more hungrily as he pumped you full of his fingers.

you feel your legs jolt with each pump into you, moaning into his mouth. you felt his boner on your leg, making your head fog over even more. “please char,” you beg, and he already knew what he wanted, he could feel your clit throb, but oh did he love hearing you say it.

“please what baby? cmon, tell me what you need,” he taunts, grinning down at you. “you, charlie, I need you,” you grab his boner and hear him groan, bucking up to your touch.

“me too baby, me too,” he said with a yawn. “still sleepy?” you giggle. “a little, but I have ta’ have you,” he sighed, pulling himself out. you laid him back on his side, still slotted between your legs with your hands on his face.

he lifts your leg, rubbing his tip against your soaking entrance, making your breath hitch. he pushed inside of you slowly, you two sharing a gasp as he stretched you open, filling you up so good. you moan, hands moving from his face to his shoulders, rubbing down and to his back, holding him closer, your face in his neck.

“always so tight baby,” he whispers, lips on your forehead as he planted soft kisses, hearing your little gasps and moans as he finished bottoming out, the hand that wasn’t holding up your leg was wrapped under you, holding your back, bringing you closer, as if you guys could become one.

he moved inside of you slowly and lazily, not being able to hold back his moans like he usually could, you just felt too good to him this early in the day, if he knew morning sex was this good he’d tell his parents to go on trips more often.

you held onto him with everything you had awake, brows knit and mouth agape, moans flying out of you as if you were being hypnotized.

you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your chest, you could feel him everywhere. in your fingers, your feet, your stomach, it was unreal, you didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the way he had you sprawled out. him between your legs but also laying on his side, your legs spread with one lifted up slightly, hugging close to your side.

“oh god char,” you moan, eyes shutting, not being able to hold the eye contact anymore, the pleasure too overwhelming. “—gasp—oh god, oh i love you,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you too baby, love you so much,” he kisses your forehead affectionately, speeding up to the best of his abilities. “perfect girl, so pretty like this,” he watched you throw your head back, tiny moans falling off your tongue, nails softly digging into his skin as you clench down on him.

“so tight for me too, fuckin’ squeezing’ the life outta me,” he chuckled airily, his cheeks pink as you moan into his ear, lips grazing his soft skin, making him shiver.

“you’ my pretty girl, yeah? my pretty girl with the best pussy in the world?” he let go of your leg to cup your cheeks, you keeping your leg up yourself. “yes baby, yes, m’your pretty girl, all yours,” you kiss him as passionately as your tired ass could, whimpering into his mouth, “c-close, mmf-charlie i’m close,” your hands run into his hands again as you continue kissing him, moaning whinily and voice shaky, yearning for your sweet release.

he lifted your leg up again, this time it was so far up that it was side by side with your bicep, charlie now fucking you so deep, your world collapsing.

you gasp and moan in the kiss, eyes shut tight. “—gasp— you’re so good! awe, fuck! fuck! charlie!” you moan, holding onto him for dear life as he plummeted into you, his tip kissing that sweet spot that always sent you into that dazed, ditzy state you loved so much.

“yeah baby, that’s it cum on my fuckin’ cock,” he rasps, watching your face with a close eye, loving your faces of pleasure as he rocked you through your orgasm. he could feel your legs shaking as he held it up, trying to keep his own composure since you were squeezing him so tight he thought he’d lose circulation.

“so, so damn pretty, fuuuck,” he moans, salivating as he watched that familiar white ring form around his dick, your moans whiney and broken as he reaches down and toys with your clit, dragging out your high.

“gonna make you my fuckin’ wife, gonna make you a fuckin’ mommy, how bout that sugar?” he knew you were to dazed to speak, only thing coming out of your mouth was “ooh fuck,” “yes baby, yesyesyes” and some slight I love you’s.

he groaned deeply, throwing his head back while he pulled at your hair, jerking your own hair back, making you help and moan, “fuck baby i’m gonna cum, ooh i’m gonna fuckin’ cum oh my god,” he moans, not being able to hold back how good you were making him feel. you held onto him like a damn koala as he cums inside of you, a hand tangled in his hit as one claws at his back, both panting.

he doesn’t pull out yet, enjoying the warm feeling, “you feelin’ ok baby?” he cradled your face, and you nod dumbly, leaning up to kiss him. “wanna go back to sleep?” he pulls out, and you feel cum leak out of you. you nodd, snuggling close to him again, slowing your breath as you rested against his chest.

oof and day, maybe when you’re all drunk hangin out together you guys have a spur of the moment threesome. just something silly, you’re all hammered, known each other for years, what could go wrong? and it’s good, you’re giggly and probably came more than you can count

what goes wrong is that it’s really good. too fucking good. and so is the morning sex. and so is the “guys I gotta go to work i’m gonna be late” sex. and hey, one of the boys-maybe øystein invites you over to hang which turns into his hands down your shorts making you grab at his shirt as you moan in his mouth and cum all on his hand, and you wanna continue but…it’s not the same without jacks sloppy, drooling mouth making out with your pussy, prying your shaky legs apart.

so you guys call him over, and sure he’s a little t’d off that you started without him but before you can apologize he’s messily pulling his hair back and getting started on you, licking you up like there’s caramel dripping out of you. øystein fucks your throat, whispering sweet praises of, “breath through your nose sugar, that’s it.” “takin’ it really well, hey-look at me, cmon.” while jack moans into your cunt, eyes soft on you as you caress your tits for him, giving him a show as drool falls from your mouth.

and once they’re both finished they’re arguing about who gets to fuck you first lol. “you were just in her throat how is that fair?!” “that’s the way it goes dumbass, foreplay, facefucking and then fucking!” they argue, and you sigh, sitting up on your elbows on the bed tiredly before you squash it-“jack, baby he’s right,” you breath, “that’s the order, you-you can go longer since we left you out, ok?” you calm him down, giving him a little kiss, which makes øystein roll his eyes.

so your heads leaning off the side of the bed, jack fucking your throat as øystein fucks you on your back, holding your hips up and pulling you back onto him as he fucks you, eyes rolling back as he watches your tits bounce, fuck, who coulda thought all this was hiding away from them.

“can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, fuck,” jack huches over as he slams into your throat, one hand holding up his wife beater as the other leans onto euros shoulder. “fuckin right? knew you got around, but who knew you could take it like such a slut?” he asks you, knowing you can’t asnwer as your face gets stuffed full of dick. speaking off, “hey, stop goin so hard on er’. she’s not a fuckin’ doll.” euro tells jack, who rolls his eyes.

“you just worry bout that pussy, cuz’ when ur done ur movin over, so enjoy it while it lasts.” he glares at him before returning his attention to you, his fingers gliding down your throat, watching and feeling himself slide in and out of it.

when øystein is done, jack flips you over, you’re so out of it you don’t even notice until you feel his girth slide into your beat in, sensitive cunt, groaning on your ear as you mom out, gripping the sheets closer to you and burying your face in them. “so fuckin good baby, shouldve picked you out sooner,” he rasps, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, hurrying and fucking into you like it’s been years since he’s had you.

he’s so cocky lol, pulling your hair up so you’re not hiding anymore and pounding into you, he wants to make øystein jealous, even though he’s just in the bathroom across the hall. “fuckin good huh baby, yeah? love this dick?” he holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail as your eyes roll back, whines and squeaks of moans rolling off your tongue as your cunt spasms against him, not being able to take this much stimulation in one night.

“you’re so annoying,” øystein comes in with a towel draping off his v-line, hopping next to you two and watching your face. “so pretty,” he coos, grabbing your chin and making you look at him, tears falling and eyes obviously fogged over. nothing in that pretty head of yours :( “you’re doin so well little one, know that? bein so good,” he kisses your parted lips, making you smile as you fall back on the bed out of jacks grasp, airy moans coming off you as you feel him speed up, signaling his own orgasm.

after you both come down you’re sandwiched between them, back to jacks from, hand and head on øysteins bare chest. “you did so good baby, you feel ok?” jack asks, caressing your head as euronymous runs his fingers over every feature on your face. you nod, “she’d be really good if you didn’t use her like a fleshy,” øystein snaps, cradling your back.

“don’t tell me how to fuck her, ok? I don’t tell you what to do when your face is between her legs, do I? mr. can’t eat it?” jack snaps back, and it has you rolling your eyes. “what I lack in my tongue makes up in my dick, I dunno how you even work with that thing, don’t even think she can see it half the time without glasses.” he points, which has them pushing each other, which has you sitting up from being fed up, “neither of you are gonna see it if you don’t shut the fuck up and white arguing,” you say, and it has them nonono-ing and ok ok i’m sorry-ing you and pulling you back to lay down.

(also that was just some brother bickering. I can assure you jack is anything but small down there. ;3)

and after a while of doing this, you ask them one day while hanging out. “what’re you guys gonna do when I get a boyfriend?” you say as you sit between the two on the couch. “what? boyfriend??” jack says. “we’re gonna keep fucking you,” øysteins nonchalant, doesn’t even look away from the tv to answer.

“yes boyfriend, and you can’t do that. when I get a boyfriend you can’t fuck me and you can’t scare him away.” you tell them, cuddling up to both. “bullshit you’re getting a boyfriend, you don’t need anyone else, that’s dead.” jack shrugs, “yeah, like, you think any of these losers are gonna fuck you like I do?” “like we do,” jack corrects, but euronymous knew what he said.

“I know that, but what if I do start liking a guy?” “you’ll get over it. you’ll forget about it when i’m knuckles deep in this sweet thing,” he teases, motorboat kissing your cheek as he digs his fingers between your legs, making you giggle. “or we’ll take care of it, either way it’s not happening.”

and soon they exhibit that when you do later go on a date.

“ok, wait here, uhm don’t mind them, I just need to grab something, i’ll be right back.” you point to jack and øystein on your couch, and they’re glaring your date as you give them a look before heading upstairs. “you her date?” euro tilts his head, and he’s giving a sassy little head tilt as he looks the guy up and down.

“uh-yeah, yeah, you guys like her friends or something?” “somethin’ like that, you should look at this before you go out with er’ tho,” jack motions for the guy to sit between them before he’s showing him a video. it’s you, on your back, head tilted back as jack slams his cock into you, your moans tying in with his deep thrusts, and as video jack moans “that’s it mama, takin it so good,” video you puts your hand on his abdomen, which results in video jack slapping your thigh and telling you “move that fucking hand.”

the date goes pale in the face, “i-is that—” “that’s a good one, when’d you take that?” euro asks, “when you went to the store last night,” jack answered, making sure to add that “last night”. “sneaky, you should look at this too though,” euro says before he turns his phone to the date and jack, and it’s a video of euro fucking your throat in, his hand holding your hair up as your eyes roll back, saliva dripping down your chin and tears staining your face.

they’re just so talkative all the time, video øystein going, “good fuckin girl baby, love this dick don’t you, hm? love this fat cock in your mouth?” to which you nod, fucked out eyes looking up as him as you grab his tiny hips and pull yourself deeper, resulting in a low groan and chuckle from euro. “oh she looks so good in that,” jack nods and euro agrees before shoving his phone in his pocket and returning back to the guy.

“so where’re you kids goin?” he tilts his head, and thankfully you start to come down before he could answer, because his face answers for him. “you ready?” you smile, but frown when he says, “sorry, uhh something-my moms in the hospital, I really gotta go.” he says and hurried out the door before you could even say bye.

“that was weird,” jack says, acting oblivious. “what..what happened? what’d you say to him?” you pout, stepping out your heels and onto the couch between them. “nothing baby! in fact we didn’t say anything, he was just on his phone smilin’ n shit,” jack says, rubbing your thigh. “aww sugar,” euro coos, rubbing your chin as he kisses your pouty lip. “it’s ok, he’s a loser anyways I told you they’re not as good as us.”

“yeah, let’s make it up to you, kay?” jack says, rubbing your ass before he’s picking you up and carrying you upstairs. they’re so mean!!

hehehe I love this au so so so bad!!! send more more more!!