Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, and Tobias Rodgers x Reader
Pairing: !Polyamorous Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, and Tobias Rodgers x Reader
Trigger Warnings: double penetration, gagging, praise kink, voyeurism(toby is a cuck)cunnilingus, face fucking, anal sex, fingering, rough sex, bare backing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk
Tags: Smut with plot, Dark Romance
Summary: After a month away, your lover boys are left pent up with lots of energy to spare.
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Yesterday had officially indicated the one-month mark of your boyfriendsâ absence. Everyday that passed was incredibly lonely, leaving a deep mark etched into every crevice of your heart. You missed the liveliness of your home; Tobyâs chaoticness, Brianâs arms around you at all timesâhell, even the smell of Timâs cigarettes had started to fade. To say you were bored was an understatement.
To get your mind off of the pang in your heart whenever you thought of your boys, you had decided to busy yourself by doing a deep cleaning of your shared home. You had originally been putting it off for weeks, but boredom had taken over. Now, you were pretty sure you had cleaned just about every surface in this house. Every crevice was shining and spotless by the tireless hours you had been working. Your hands worked religiously, mopping the floor with practiced fervor. You hummed mindlessly along with the music playing from your portable speaker. Your hips swayed with every stroke of the mopâs strings against the hardwood, avoiding the excessive use of water.
You had cleaned just about everythingâwith mopping being the last objective on your list. You had dusted every corner in the house, cleaned the toilet, the shower, and the bedrooms. You had even thawed out the chicken for dinner. All while your cat lay perched on one of the highest spots of the bookshelf, watching you and licking herself almost mockingly. You walked around the freshly mopped floor, looking back up at her. You were no short of a mess. Your sleeves were messily pushed past your elbows and hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. With a quick check of your watch, you confirm you had been cleaning for no short of 5 hours.
Nini, your gray tabby cat, stands and stretches. She lets out a cute little meow as she looks down at you. You sigh, opening your arms. She hops down from the bookshelf and straight into your arms. She would most likely shed her fur everywhere again, but it didnât matter to you. After all, it was Timâs couches she scratched up.
When you first started dating the boys, you came over to their house extremely often. And as time progressed, the days you stayed turned into weeksâuntil you finally moved in. And of course, you werenât a single package. Youâd had Nini for almost four years at this point. She came with you on every trip, vacation, or car ride. The two of you were inseparable. So, of course the boys allowed her to come with you. She was adjusting to the setting change well; as it had been a good 5 months since you moved in with them. Now? She wreaked havoc. She couldnât stand Toby. Whether that was just a cat thing, or not, you had no idea. Anytime Toby would walk by, or even attempt to pet her (god forbid) heâd be met with her feline-fury.
She tolerated Tim. She hated his smell, as you had noticed. When she would get close to him, the Flehmen Response would cause her to recoil and back off. You didnât blame her, sometimes the sheer strength of his scent overwhelmed even you. And Brian? God, she loved him more than you. More so because he was the only other one that fed her besides you. He had gentle hands, too. As he had explained to you, he grew up with animals. It was ironic, really. The cat adored him. Every night, Nini always slept on Brian. It was a bit annoying, but waking up in the morning and seeing him with your baby curled under his chin? That was something you could never forget.
Thinking about them right now made you sad. You missed them. Missed their touch, missed cuddling up when it got too cold. You missed the 3 AM snack runs, the lazy dinners, everything distinctly them. The bed always felt empty. It twisted at your gut when you woke up alone. The bed was too big to be this empty.
There was always the fear that lingered in the back of your mindâthe fear that they wouldnât come home. You knew their line of work. How shitty it was. How unfair it was. You knew their safety couldnât be guaranteed the entire time. Your text messages would take days to get a reply; and even then, it was short and straight to the point.
Nini hopped down from your arms and onto the now clean floors. She circles your feet before meowing and prancing off. Your gaze lingers on her before you get back to cleaning.
You finish mopping and do other basic household chores. By the end, youâre bummed out and exhausted. You put your cleaning supplies away and head to take a nice shower to refreshen.
While the water drips down your bare back, you canât help but think about your lovers. Yesterday, Brian had texted you one simple thing:
âMission is over. Weâll be back by tomorrow night.â
Although the text was rather brief and blunt, the excitement it gave you was higher than you could count. After a month apart, you felt nothing short of touch starved. You couldnât help but feel the longing to be near them again; to be loved on by them unrelentlessly. You were glad you decided to clean, as it made the time fly by extremely fast. After quickly washing yourself off, you change into a fresh shirt and pair of sweatpants.
You had no idea at what time that they would arrive, but you knew one thing; theyâd be exhausted. You had a little system set up with them; an unspoken rule, almost. The morning they finished a mission and left for home, they would eat breakfast and then youâd help them relax by making them dinner. After tying your hair up and out of your face, you head to cook the defrosted chicken you had set out a few hours ago.
You busy yourself with dinner, aiming to prepare a nice chicken alfredo dinner. You fill a large pot and boil the water before adding in the fettuccine pasta. You let it simmer for about 10 minutes before draining the water, leaving half a cup for later. You cut the chicken breasts into precise strips, seasoning them with Italian seasoning, salt, and pepper. Next, you warm your olive oil and add the chicken breasts. You wait 6 minutes before flipping it. When the chicken is finally a perfect golden brownish color, you take it out of the skillet and set it to the side. Next, you whisk butter and cream in the same skillet. You sprinkle in some minced garlic, garlic powder, salt, and pepper until it creates a frothy, smooth sauce. Then, you add in the parmesan cheese. You stir until itâs melted.
Finally, you assemble the most mouthwatering meal youâve ever made. You sprinkle the chicken cuts into the pasta, mixing it evenly.
You set the garlic bread in the oven and lean against the counter, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
The sun had long since went into slumber, nothing visible other than what little light the bulbs on the porch gave. A mix of fireflies, mosquitos, and other small insects buzz around the light. The TV that Toby had stolen on a particularly busy Black Friday played mindless white noise to the otherwise peaceful environment. The TV played a low quality sitcom from the 80âs as you read through a news article from
The home that you stood in had been previously abandoned. As Tim had explained, it had previously belonged to an old manâwhich at first had bewildered you. This home sat practically in the middle of nowhere, Alabama. The signal was shitty, and over all seemed like a very soulless life. And when he passed away, the property itself was left unclaimed. The mad had no friends, no family. An untraceable person. The items inside were left untouched. When the boys had found the home, it was still fully furnished. After a few minor adjustments, Tim, Brian, and Toby made the house their own. The interior was no short of impressive. A beautiful home, really.
Nini brushes against your legs. She meows, sniffing the air. You smile fondly as she stares right at you, big beady eyes clearly begging for something. You tuck your phone away and turn around, tearing off a small chunk of breaded chicken and tossing it to her. She eats it like she hasnât been fed in days, which, in reality, it had only been about an hour.
Your socks pad across the floor as you bend over, checking on the garlic bread. The sudden flashing off headlights through the glass back door makes you freeze. You whip your head around, making out the shape of a familiar truck. Nini perks up, her ears twitching at the familiar sound of tires against gravel. Her tail quirks once, flicking in interest. You almost instantly stand straight, eyes squinting to make out the license plate. Your eyes soften.
Your boys. Theyâre home. Relief crushes you as Toby is the first to jump out of the car, wasting no time in beelining it to you. You run to the door to meet him halfway, opening it just as he slams into you. He picks you up, twirling you around and shaking. Your hands fly to grip his back, stabilizing yourself.
âBuhâbaby! I missed yâyou so much!â He shouts in excitement, still twirling you around. You giggle and hold onto him for dear life. Behind Toby, Brian and Tim hop out of the front seats. They begin to unload their stuff, and Tim calls out to Toby. âKid, help us unload. âSmothering her, and we havenât even unpacked yet,â He chides. Toby groans extremely loudly, looking over his shoulder as he effortlessly holds you between two of his hands on your waist, effectively dangling you. âB-but we juhâjust got back!â He whines, looking at Brian for help.
Brian simply raises his hand in mock surrender, grinning with that toothy smile. He goes back to hoisting a bag over his shoulder, leaving Toby to fend for himself. Toby didnât give in for a long moment, still holding you tightly against his chest. He twitched speratically as he inhaled your scent, grounding himself with it. He couldnât deny the comfort he got from being around you; recharging his own battery with you in his arms.
âTOBY!â Timâs voice crackled like thunder through the otherwise silent night, broken only by the humming of the engine. It made even Brian go stiff.
âIâm câcoming! God!â Toby says, relenting and placing you back on your feet. Your socked feet hit the ground as Toby runs outside to help unload the truck. You step out of the way as Tim walks back in first, two duffle bags braced on both of his arms.
The moment he steps inside, he exhales deeply, shoulders sagging as he stops in the middle of the room. He takes a moment to decompress before he sets the bags down. He looks back at you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug. You hug him back immediately. His face presses deep into your neck, his shaved stubble tickling your shoulder. âMissed you so fuckinâ much. Those two idiots have been driving me up the wall. You donât even know the horrors Iâve been through.â With his arms around your midriff, he sways you side to side as Brian brushes past the both of you; setting the bags he was carrying down. Toby walks back in and exasperatedly throws his arms in the air, groaning.
âOâoh, okay! Suhâso he g-gets to slack o-off?!â Toby snaps, gesturing to Tim frantically at Brian. Brian pauses midway out of the door. He shakes his head, shoulders bobbing in silent laughter. âBuhâBrian!â Toby says in utter betrayal.
âShut it, Rodgers.â Tim berates, only burrowing deeper into the crevice of your neck. His hands squeeze on your waist tightly.
âD-dick..â Toby murmurs under his breath, kicking a stone with his boot and moving past the two of you to go and help Brian outside. Tim huffs a breath of laughter against your neck, sending sharp sensations prickling against your skin. After a few more moments, Tim finally releases you from his hold. He pats your arm affectionately before stepping back and meeting Brian at the sliding glass doors. Without a word, Tim takes the bags from Brianâs arms. Before walking away, Tim shoulder checks him, communicating internally as he places the bags onto the couch.
Brian grins and reaches into his jean pocket, fumbling with the keys to the truck. He shuts the engine off with a brief click. When Toby grabs the last few bags and slams the car door shut, Brian locks it. Brian tosses the truckâs keys into a small ceramic bowl on the kitchen peninsula. Toby stumbles back inside, kicking his boots off and fumbling with the zipper on his jacket as he yanks it off, tossing it on the coatrack. He turns back to finally have a chance to have you in his arms again, but finds youâve already been occupied.
Brian is clinging to you like an absolute baby. His mask, if you can even call it that, is bunched up around his forehead as he peppers your face with kisses. Your arms rest idly around his neck as he continues to shower you with affection. He murmurs quiet words of loveâtelling you exactly how much he had missed you. Brian never failed at telling you how much he loved you.
Toby stares, eye twitching in pure impatience. If looks could kill, Brian would have approximately 47 hatchets in his back by now. Tim looks at Toby, running a hand down his face as he chuckles. He pats his shoulder as he passes him, you, and Brian. âYouâll get your turn in a moment, kid,â Tim says as he walks straight into the kitchen. He props open the fridge and immediately searches through it. He murmurs a few curses as he grabs a cold can of beer. âShit. Weâre out after this one,â he says with an exasperated groan. He pops the can open and sips like itâs the only water in a desert.
âLiquor store doesnât close til 4 AM tonight.â Brian says, ceasing his assault on your face to look over at Tim. His hand rests on your cheek. His hand is scarred. Not greatly so, but there are enough callouses and cuts that have slowly healed, and been reopened countless times. His hands are roughâaffected by the endless years of physical labor heâs done.
âBrâBrian. I swear t-to guâgod.â Toby snaps, practically itching to be in your arms.
Brian waves him off. Toby is left to silently seethe. The two of you stay conjoined, Brian ranting to you about how shitty the mission was and how much he had missed you. You eventually do have to pull away to check on the garlic bread.
Toby clings to you then, staying glued to your side and helping you serve the other boys. Tim exhales in relief when he sees the chicken alfredo. It looked amazing, and this meal with a cold beer? No short of his version of heaven.
Toby dug in as well, eating sloppily and messily. He shoves the pasta in and doesnât even give himself time to swallow before he shovels in another bite. Through the grotesque scar on his cheek, youâre able to see him chewing down. Brian is the only one who eats at a somewhat normal pace.
The dinner is nice and quiet. Peaceful in a way you missed. It may not be as lively, but after this long away from their own home? You didnât doubt that they were exhausted and needed a few moments to gather their thoughts and energy before actually being in the moment with you. Nini is absolutely thrilled seeing the boys back home. The entire time, sheâs been brushing against their legs, begging for attention. She even let Toby touch her and scratch behind her ears. Toby was estatic. Nini usually hated him and condemned him to hell with her eyes, so seeing her be friendly to him made your heart swell deep in your chest.
The boys finish the meal in no time. Tim offers to do the dishes while Toby goes to shower first. Brianâs on unpacking duty. You choose to go lounge on the couch and catch up on a show that you like, mindlessly flicking through the TVâs streaming services to find it. It had been so long, you werenât too sure what platform it was on.
When you find it, you let it play as you sink further into the couch cushions. Everything feels so at peace now that your boys are back home. The house isnât silent. The sound of running water and scrubbing can be heard from behind you, while Brian passes by the couch every now and then to grab their bags. Combine that with the sound of running water? Your house was full again. Your long-term loneliness slowly stripped away as you contentedly took a deep breath in.
But most importantly, they were safe.
Toby steps out of the restroom, brown curly hair dripping with water. Heâs dressed in a plain white t-shirt and greencast denim jeans, all of his gear off of his body. He looks around the house until he sees you. That childish grin spreads across his face as he bolts toward you. You hear him coming and try to brace yourself.
He smacks right into your chest, the couch groaning in protest below you. He grins and hugs you super tight, arms locking around you as he giggles. âF-finally can have y-you all to myselfâŚâ he says through twitches and tics. He buries his face into your chest. You laugh and stroke his hair, which has now soaked your own clothes. On any other occasion, youâd be fuming. But since he had been separated from you for a month, youâd cut him some slack.
Toby stays on top of you. He tilts his head to watch the show with you, nuzzling deeper into your chest as your fingers roll his curls. Itâs a peaceful moment. Heâs warmâextremely warm. Probably from the scolding hot showers he took. Most of the time, Tobyâs either extremely hot or extremely cold. Thereâs no in between. His bare hands stay on your hips. Tobyâs hands, unlike Brianâs, were covered in gashes rather than cuts. His hands were rough as well, fingernails non-existent with how much he bit at them. He looked at ease for once, instead of the cocky killer who hid his nervousness behind a facade.
Eventually, the running tap water stops. You look up lazily to see Tim rounding around the couch to sit on the armchair. You smile lazily at him as Toby grumbles and tightens his grip around you. He was probably still salty about Tim hogging you for himself.
âDonât start,â you mumble, though the smile on your face betrays you. Toby only buries his face further into the crook of your neck. Across the room, Brian is still unpacking. Or, at least, pretending to.
You can feel his eyes flick toward you every few seconds as he pulls clothes from his bag and folds them with far more attention than necessary. Tim notices, too. Of course he does.
âYouâve folded that shirt three times.â A beat of silence passes. Timâs face breaks out into a small grin as Brian frowns at him.
You laugh quietly, and Tobyâs arms tighten around your waist again. The sound seems to do something to them. Timâs expression changes first. The lazy amusement fades from his face, replaced by something heavier. Something that makes your smile falter. Toby notices it, too, because he finally lifts his head from your shoulder.For a moment, none of them say anything.
A month of missed calls, brief messages, restless nights, and sleeping alone in a bed that had always felt too big without them. A month of missing the weight of them beside you, their voices, their hands.. You swallow.
ââŚWhat?â you ask. Tim leans forward in the armchair, his elbows resting against his knees.
âYouâre looking at me.â You say, feeling his eyes burning into your skull.
âAm I?â Tim asks teasingly, hands tightening on his jeans. Toby gives a quiet, humorless laugh against your skin.
âDonât play dumb.â You deadpan.
Brian exhales from across the room. âJesus Christ.â You turn your head slightly. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he mutters again, but this time he abandons the shirt in his hands and lets it fall back into the open bag. The room suddenly feels much smaller.
Tobyâs hand drifts slowly over your stomach, almost absentmindedly. Almost. His fingers settle there, warm and possessive, while Tim watches the movement with an expression that makes heat crawl up your neck.
âMissed you,â Toby mumbles.
The words are quiet. Barely audible. Your chest tightens. You look back down at him. Heâs staring right into your soul, brown eyes shimmering with pure love and adoration. You smile before replying right back. âI missed you too.â
âYeah?â Tim asks. You look at him. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches you intently.
âYeah.â You say just as softly.
That seems to be enough. Tim rises from the armchair. Brian sighs, his hands ceasing their folding on one of Timâs flannels. âDonât you dare start something before I finish unpacking.â Brian warns, face stern and pointed. His eyes narrow at Tim. Tim simply just glances at him before turning his gaze back to you.
âYouâve had 30 minutes to unpack.â Brian stares at him, absolutely deadpanned. âRight,â Brian starts, shaking his head. âBecause 30 minutes is enough time to unpack 6 bags.â
âIt should be,â Tim replies immediately, a small teasing smirk spreading over his lips as he glances to Brian. Brianâs hands tighten around the flannel as he scoffs. âYou forget I have your favorite flannel right here. I could just rip it apart.â
âWe both know you wonât.â Tim says, shrugging. Then, slowly, Tim walks toward you. Toby shifts above you, making room without ever letting go. Tim stops in front of you, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at him.
âThink you can handle all three of us being home again?â he asks. Your breath catches. Brian comes to a stop behind Tim.
âThatâs a stupid question.â
Timâs mouth twitches. âWhy?â He asks, arms crossing as he glances back at Brian, expression taught and sharp.
âBecause she already looks like sheâs going to say yes.â Brian says simply, a small grin playing on his lips.
Your face heats. âMaybe I am.â Toby immediately makes a pleased sound behind you. Timâs smile widens as he slowly uncrosses his arm. Brian, however, looks entirely unimpressed.
âYouâre the one who started unpacking,â Tim says.
âI was trying to be productive.â
âYouâve been staring at her for the past ten minutes. We all saw you fold that flannel like, 12 times!â Tim says, exasperated. Brianâs eyes flick toward you. You catch him. He doesnât even bother denying it this time. Your smile softens.
âMissed me that much?â Brianâs expression shifts. For once, he doesnât have a smart remark ready.
âYeah,â he says. The simple answer hits harder than you expect. Brianâs usually more quiet about his feelings compared to the other two boys. So when heâs vulnerable, it always hits harder. Tobyâs arms tighten around you again, and you reach back to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut for a second, leaning into the touch almost instinctively. Tim watches.
âSee?â he murmurs. âSheâs already spoiling you.â
Toby lifts his head, eager to argue right back. You sigh, tugging a bit at the curls on Tobyâs head. âNo fighting.â Neither of them look particularly convinced. Brian moves closer, finally abandoning his bag entirely. He reaches for your hand, his fingers sliding between yours. The gesture is quiet, almost casual, but the way he holds on makes it obvious how much he missed having you within reach. You look between them. âSeriously,â you murmur. âYou guys are acting like youâve been gone for years.â
âA month,â Toby says.
âYou were gone for a month.â
âExactly.â You laugh softly. Tim reaches out and brushes his thumb along your cheek. The touch is gentle. Too gentle, almost. The kind of touch that makes you realize just how long it has been since any of them had been able to touch you at all. Your smile fades into something softer. Tim notices. His thumb pauses. âHey.â
âYeah?â You say, your fingers pausing in Tobyâs hair as you look up at him.
âCome here.â You barely have time to move before he pulls you toward him. You stumble off of the couch, feet planting on the ground. Toby lets out an immediate, irritated sound. He falls onto the now empty couch, eye twitching spermatically. âH-hey!â He says in pure frustration. Tim laughs quietly as you stumble forward into him.
âRelax. Youâre going to get your turn.â He says, glancing at Toby before turning his attention back to you.
Brian shakes his head, but he doesnât let go of your hand. And thatâs the problem. You realize that none of them are actually trying to hide how badly they missed you anymore. Tim is standing in front of you. You are surrounded. And for the first time since they came home, the reality of it finally sinks in. Theyâre here. All three of them. And judging by the way Timâs gaze keeps dropping to your mouth, Toby refuses to let go of you, and Brian hasnât stopped touching you since he came over. The month apart is about to become a problem.
Tim wets his lips. He leans in slowly, breath fanning against your lips. His gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. Slowly, he finally presses his lips flush against yours, closing the distance. He tastes subtle, and clean. His lips are rough, brushing against yours with fervor and devotion. He hums against you, vibrations making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Brian sneaks up behind you, hands resting on the small of your back as his fingers hook into your pants. You let out a soft gasp when his hand slides into your pants, cupping your mound. Tim pulls away for a brief moment, eyes flickering to the outline of Brianâs hand in your pants. You grip Timâs shoulders as he leans into your neck. Tim nibbles harshly into your skin, intending on leaving marks. His tongue flicks out against every blossoming bruise. Your thighs tremble as a sharp gasp escapes from your lips.
Brianâs thick fingers peel your panties from your cunt, fingers brushing over your slit teasingly. His fingers move in small circles, gathering slick and coating his fingers with it; like some sort of perverted cotton candy machine. When heâs content with the amount heâs amassed, he pulls his fingers out, leaving you squirming. You lean your head back against Brianâs shoulder. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks every bit of your slick. He groans in contentment. You bite your lip as Tim bites down on your shoulder, eyes half lidded as you watch Brianâs expression.
âGod, I missed your taste. Tastes even better than I remember.â Brian says, grinning down at you. Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as Tim slides your earlobe between his teeth. Brianâs fingers hook entirely into the waistband of your sweatpants, shoving them down and letting them pool around your ankles. You step out of them quickly.
Brian steps back while Tim presses his lips back against yours aggressively. His brows furrow as he peels off his own flannel, letting it drop to the floor. His chest is toned and built, littered with scars old and new. Brian strips his hoodie off, tossing it onto the carpeted floor. Toby sits on the couch, legs clenching together as he fumbles with his shirts collar.
Tim turns you around and hoists you upward, your legs locking around his waist instinctively. Your clothed cunt presses sharp against his erection. You canât help but grind against him, hips jutting against his own. He groans lowly between kisses as he places you on the arm chair. He steps back, popping open his jeans in quick motions. He, much like everyone else, needed you now. More than anything else. He was desperate for it. For you.
Brian tugs his shirt over his head. You drool in your mouth seeing his chest. He has firm pecs; made by the years of hard, strenuous labor he did. You always appreciated seeing him shirtless. His body was rugged and handsome all in oneâchest hair maintained, leading in a perfect line down to his happy trail. Tim was the same, but his hair was thicker. Less maintained.
Tim climbs over you in nothing but boxers now. He bites his bottom lip, hands moving to tug your shirt over your head. A particularly loud meow stops you all in your tracks. You glance over your shoulder and see Nini staring at you. You look at Tim.
âAbsolutely not. Youâre not fucking me in front of my cat,â you said exasperatedly, brows furrowing as your lips pursed. Tim paused, his hands stilling while mid-tug of your shirt. He sighed heavily before looking over his shoulder to Toby. Toby twiddled with his fingers, his neck cracking to the side. âPut âer in the guest bedroom, Toby,â Tim says, deadpanned. Toby snapped to attention and immediately moved to lift Nini by her waist. The cat hissed immediately. âShhhh. Uâup and at âehâem.â He says, straightening his back and carrying the very pissed off Nini away.
Nini fights the entire time, scratching and clawing at Toby. Toby sets Nini down in the guest room before closing the door and coming right back.
Tim glances back down at you. âHappy now?â He asks jokingly. You huff a breath of laughter and nod at him. âThen.. may I?â He asks, gesturing to your shirt. You nod once, and the flimsy fabric is off in a millisecond.
Tim lets out a shuddering breath, hand coming to grope at your breast immediately. He squeezes the tissue in his palm through the fabric of your bra. He huffs in pure pleasureâmore than overjoyed having you under him again.
Off to the side, Brian shoves his jeans down, his belt clacking against the floor as he kicks them to the side. Heâs straining against his boxers so tight youâre sure theyâre too small for him.
Tobyâs breath gets more strained as he squirms on the couch. One of his tics causes his whole body to twitch.
Tim peppers kisses down your body. He starts at your lips, down your neckline, down your belly, and then to your cunt. Youâve soaked your panties by now, the attention Brianâs fingers had given you made you ache for more. With one hand, Tim lifts both of your legs, sliding your panties up and off of your legs. His pupils blow wide as he looks over your folds. He licks his lips.
Brian huffs. âCalm down there, loverboy. Youâve got stars in your eyes.â He says, moving to stand over you. With your head hanging over the armrest, you see him standing above you. You see his bulge straining against his boxers in full detail. Brian hooks a finger into his boxers and shoves them down as well. His cock presses flush against the side of your face. Brianâs dick was thick and girthy, flushed an angry red at the tip with pre-cum already leaking down the bottom. Thick, deep veins ran down every inch of his shaft. He let out a shaky breath as Tim looked at him from his spot near your cunt.
âYouâre one to talk.â He says, face leaning in to press against your cunt. You gasp, hands flying to his hair. Your fingers tangle in his brown hair as he flicks his tongue around your clit, lapping up every bit of slick and groaning in appreciation. Your hips stutter against his face as the lewd sound of his tongue plunging into your hole echoes through the room. You moan, legs propping on his back as he tugs you closer, nose pressing against your slick.
He looks up at you, keeping eye contact while he eats you out like a starving man. He laps his tongue down your slit like a thirsty dog, flicking your clit between his lips. He seals his mouth against you and sucks harshly, making your back arch. Brian grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. âFocus on me, sweetheart. Think you can be good for me and suck this dick? Hmm?â Your legs tremble and threaten to clench around Timâs head, hips meeting his face while his hands keep you pinned down. You nod shamelessly, a whimpering mess.
Brian hums in approval. He pumps himself twice before lining himself up with your mouth. He pushes past your lips and lets out a guttural groan, hips stuttering twice. You gag on his dick, the invasion of him deep in your throat causing you to tighten your hold on Timâs hair. Your spit leaks down the side of your face while Brian thrusts against your face, hands holding both sides of your head. His tip plunges deep into your throat, making you gag around him. Your spit bubbles in your throat.
Tim continues his relentless assault on your cunt, devouring and licking every crevice on your folds. Every time his tongue pushes into your hole you swear you see stars. You writhe and moan, humping his face and chasing your sweet release. Timâs thumb presses against your hole, moving in time with his tongue and every plunge it does. When his thick fingers split you open, your mouth falls wide open.
You gag and tremble on Brianâs cock while Tim gets you drunk on his fingers and tongue. You can feel the knot in your belly start to build up as you grind desperately against Timâs face, his stubble tickling the bottom of your slit while he eats you out. Brianâs grip on your head gets tighter and stronger as he continues to piston his hips against your face, cock invading every inch of your throat as you gag. Tears well in your eyes as Brian lets out a loud groan. Your hips stutter when you finally let loose, cumming all over Timâs face. He doesnât stop licking your clit, riding through your orgasm.
Your throat tightens around Brianâs cock; your moans sending shockwaves up his length. Brian throws his head back and moansâhe trembles entirely as his hips falter against your face. He spills down your throat, hot, milky sperm leaking straight down into your throat. Brianâs face contorts in pleasure as he rides out his orgasm with you.
Tim pulls back from your cunt, his chin a mess of your slick and cum. He licks his lips before smirking down at you, content. Brian pulls out of your mouth with a sharp pop. Brian tastes sweet, salty and tangy in his own distinctive way.
You come back to reality, looking over at Toby. Heâs pumping his own cock pathetically, his tip hard and flushed as he jerks himself. A soft whimper escapes his lips. A hot sensation runs right back to your core. He shudders, lanky fingers moving over his length with desperation.
Tim positions himself over you. He looks over at Brian and they share a smirk. Tim lifts you by your waist, leaving you dangling above the couch. Your eyes widen when you feel Brian slide underneath you. Brianâs rough hands slide down your arms, grabbing your wrists and catching you as Tim lets you fall back against him.
With this change in position, youâre left sandwiched between Tim and Brian. Tim lines himself up with your cunt, while Brian lines himself with your ass. Tim thrusts in with a quick, brutal motion. You gasp, hands flying to his back. Your eyes roll into your skull when Brian pushes in right after.
Youâve never felt so full.
Brian pistons his hips roughly up to meet your back while Tim slides his cock in and out of your hole. You hold onto Timâs back for dear life, nails digging deep into his skin as you try to stabilize yourself.
Their dicks were like spears, piercing into you and making you feel things youâve never felt before. You swore you could feel them in your stomach. Your moans pierced through the night, the wet slick noise getting louder and louder as the both of them went harder and faster.
Brianâs balls slap against your ass while he fucks up into you. You gasp and cry out while Timâs bulbous tip pistons into your g-spot over and over again.
The force of both of their lengths in you at once is something youâve never felt before. It feels so filling and good; you canât focus on anything but them. How it feels to be pierced over and over again. Your cunt gushes and clenches around them, eliciting a grunt from Tim and Brianâs head to fall back against the headrest.
You catch a glimpse of Toby. His lap is covered in his own cum. He jerks his own cock desperately, bucking against his own hand. He whimpers as his hand speeds up, seeing you make eye contact with him. Your legs tremble as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten again.
Tim and Brianâs pace has gotten nothing but rougherâif anythingâdeeper. Theyâre both fucking into you like itâs the end of the world, like youâre the only thing that matters. After a month apart, you were sure you werenât too far off.
Timâs strokes are perfectly synchronized with Brianâs, both of them bruising up into your cunt at the same time. They were twins in everythingâincluding sex apparently. Timâs hands fly to your breasts to stabilize himself as his breathing gets rougher and more ragged. He looks like heâs close too. Brian huffs, moving more desperately and frantically.
You grind in both directions; eager to be filled by both of them at the same time. This euphoria is one of a kind. You were sure you were drooling, and an utter mess, but this was the most pleasure you had ever felt. Brian groans against your ear as his hands suddenly tighten on your waist.
Brian begins to fuck into you even harder, hips sure to leave bruises against your ass in the morning. Your back arches as you cry out, spasming and releasing on their dicks. âFuck!â Brian cries out. His hips stutter as he spills into you once more. Your walls tighten around Tim, and he cums right after. Tim trembles, going limp against your chest. Brian falls back, hands loosening their grip on your waist. Your eyes are bleary and bleated, completely unfocused. Tim pushes up and off of you. Brian gently picks you up. âYou good?â He asks. You nod after a brief moment of silence.
âThink you can be a good girl and take care of Toby now? Heâs been so patient for you, sweet girl.â He gestures to Toby, whoâs surely jacked off and came more times than the three of you combined. You pant and shakily nod your head. Brian grins, patting your hip as he sets you back down on the couch. âGood girl. Youâre up, Toby.â
Brian says with a grin. Toby stumbles off of the couch and immediately pounces on you. He twitches violently as he leans over you. âFâfuck. You were so g-gorgeous. Muhâmy pretty giâgirl.â He says, wiping your sweaty hair from your eyes.
He quietly positions himself against you, tip teasing the entrance. His tip drags along your stretched hole, watching Tim and Brianâs sperm leak out of you. He grins, biting his lower lip as his neck cracks.
He pushes inside of you in a quick, fluid motion. He fills you to the brim, cock pulsing inside of you immediately. He lets out a loud groan of appreciation. Your hands fall limply at your sides.
Toby moves faster than both Tim and Brian. Heâs more aggressive, less clean in his motions. His hips smash against yours over and over again, filling you to the brim and then leaving you empty. He fucks you into the sofa, and you swear you can hear it slide across the floor ever so slightly. His cock penetrates you with an unrelenting pace.
Lewd gushing noises come from your desperate cunt as you grind down in time to meet his hips. He grips your midriff as his head lolls back. He fucks into you desperately, cock twitching inside of you at the slightest tightening of your walls.
Toby, unlike both Brian and Tim, is also way more vocal. He whimpers and moans like heâs dying and this is the only thing saving him.
âFâfuck. So good.â His words come out jumbled, a mess of himself. âS-so cuhâclose.â He cries out, neck snapping to the side violently as he fucks you into the couch. You grip the cushions.
Your third orgasm hits you like a freight train. You go completely blank, a moan tearing from your throat as Toby spills into you, hips never relenting. He fucks you through your orgasm, head pressing into your neck as he continues to thrust pathetically. Your legs go limp at your sides when Toby finally looks up at you. He sides off of you, and Tim sighs, a small smile on his face as he walks over to you.
Your face is almost blank. Youâre absolutely out of it. Brian lets out a small huff of laughter as he sees your face when Tim scoops you up.
âCmon, girly. Letâs get you cleaned up. A thanks for being so good for us.â
Tim says gently while he carries you to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet seat while he starts the water. You look at him and smile sweetly. Brian leans against the wall. You sigh as Tim takes your hand, helping you into the bath to soak. Brian motions for Tim to go first. Tim nods at him and slides into the bath after you.
You rest your forehead against his chest, letting the water wash all of the grime off of you while Toby and Brian clean the couch up outside.
You hoped this was a good welcome home to your boys.
