blakeley 🫶🏻

You pulled the knot just a little tighter to the foot of your bed post, then double-checked the other knot on the opposite end to make sure it wouldn't loosen.

Perfect. You straddled him and laid on his chest, your fingertips tracing down his cheek to toy with the pretty collar around his neck. "Does that feel good, baby?"

He answered with a "Yeah," but it was barely comprehensible through your panties shoved in his mouth and a bandana wrapped tight over his lips.

"I didn't say you could speak, baby."

He quickly corrected himself with a nod.

"Good boy." You got up and admired your work of art; Mo Chara was fully undressed on your floor with a fluffy rug underneath him. His wrists were bound above his head to the foot of the bed posts. A silk blindfold tied over his eyes so he wouldn't see anything, making it all the more exciting.

Móglaí hovered over your shoulder and grinned at your handiwork, "Nice work, mo ghrá." His hands settled on your waist as he nuzzled your neck.

"Thank you," You coyly smiled back. "I learned it from the best."

He was shirtless, clad in only his tracksuit pants hanging low on his hips. You stroked his hard-on through his clothes and kissed him with a delighted sigh. His hand rode up your short, lacy slip and groped your ass, coming down to smack it.

A soft whine below you broke your concentration. You both turned your attention to the pretty boy on the floor, the tip of his cock starting to leak with pre-cum.

"Patience sweetheart, don't think we forgot about you."

You kicked off your marabou slipper heels and rubbed his shaft with your nylon covered foot. His breath hitched, hands gripping the cotton rope restraining him to the posts. He softly gasped when Móglaí planted his sole on his chest, light but firm to keep him still.

Móglaí reached down past his waistband and stroked himself while he watched you tease his best friend, your foot sliding up his cock and sack. You could tell Mo Chara was doing his damndest not to buck into your touch. He grit down on your panties and breathed rapidly, the smallest of whines choking in his throat.

It shot exhilaration through your heart, your cunt drooled with slick. Incredible how he made such a cute pet when he behaved as yours and Móglaí's little plaything. You rubbed him faster, adding pressure to the touch with the toes and ball of your foot. He started to cry again, his hips involuntarily twitching to get a closer feel.

"Ah ah, lad," Móglaí pressed further down on his chest to keep him in place. "Be still, buachaill dathúil- or we won't let you cum."

At the threat of that promise, Mo Chara froze. It amused the pair of you just how obedient he became from Móglaí's threat.

Móglaí handed you your pretty riding crop; A long rod with a pink leather heart at the end and matching ribbon tied in a bow right underneath. You stroked Mo Chara's cheek with the crop, then traced over his plush lips, down his neck and pectorals until you reached his crotch. His skin prickled from anticipation as he waited for what you were going to do next.

You gave a few slaps to the side of his ass, then striked his flesh. He jolted in place with a shocked, muffled yelp, his dick tremoring above his abdomen. You smacked him again, harder with each blow. He whined louder in a pathetically higher pitch than what he usually spoke in. Thin streaks of pre-cum dribbled down his thick length, but he wouldn't dare to finish without both of your permission.

"Look at him," Móglaí's breath hitched. "Lad's enjoyin' it."

"He is," You replied with a pleased little hum. "I think he can handle a bit more."

You rubbed the heart tip over the head of his moistened cock. The crop trailed up and down his shaft, then lightly slapped his balls. Mo Chara needily sobbed with each hit you landed on his sensitive skin. Tears seeped through the fabric of the blindfold, his teeth bit harder on his gag. He struggled to keep still—he did not want to cum over himself so early.

You stopped, much to his relief, (and disappointment). Móglaí removed his foot, his lengthy cock strained against his trackies. You slipped your hand down his boxers, watching him lean his head back and groan at your touch.

Mo Chara could picture the look on his friend's face as you were touching him. He desperately wanted to see, perhaps even be touched or touch Móglaí in the same way.

"You think we should give him what he wants?" Móglaí whispered over your lips.

"Mm," You pretended to ponder the thought, but your mind was already made up. "He's been a good boy. I think he deserves a treat... but not just yet."

Móglaí knew exactly what you meant. You raised your arms above your head, he slowly lifted off your slip and let it fall to the floor. In one rough tug, your thumbs hooked in the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. He stepped out of them and kicked it next to your dress. 

His palms wandered across your gorgeous nude body, his long, hard dick standing upright against his stomach. The only thing you kept on was the dazzling, high-end jewelry your boys gifted you.

You straddled Mo Chara's torso, back turned to him, and gripped the base of his dick. Móglaí delicately kept your hair out of the way as you lapped the tip in teasing little licks. He gripped his own cock, slowly stroking while he witnessed you swallow Mo Chara down to the hilt painfully slow, then switched to suck him. Your nails lightly traced up and down the veins on Mo Chara's hard-on, it throbbed under your touch.

"That's it, love," Móglaí rasped as your tongue swirled over his dick. "Like that..."

Right below you, Mo Chara shivered. Your bare pussy was hovering mere inches above his face. If he lifted his head only a wee bit, he could get a taste-

He stopped himself. If he moved one inch without either of your say so, he'd get cuffed in the corner with a cock ring while the two of you fucked each other's brains out.

Mo Chara gasped when you gently fondled his sack and took him all the way to the back of your throat. Móglaí placed a hand on Mo Chara's right tatted pec and massaged the muscle, making him shriek when he pinched his nipple.  

"Arlene naked on a cold day, Arlene and Maggie naked on a cold, wet day..." He mentally repeated until he calmed down enough to not bust in your mouth.

You showed him some mercy for the time being and climbed off him. Leaning in Móglaí's ear, you whispered something. A sly little grin formed on his face. He grabbed something from the bottom dresser drawer.

"Do you wanna fuck me, baby?" Your breath danced over Mo Chara's pouty lips.

He frantically nodded, his chest anxiously heaving with every breath he took in of your lovely fragrance.

"Real bad?" You teased. He nodded again, a mewl trapped in his throat as a wordless plea. You kissed his cheek. "Okay baby, but before I let you do that, I need you to do something for me." 

Móglaí settled between his spread legs and hooked his knee over his shoulder. Mo Chara gasped at the two slick fingers sliding deep inside him down to the knuckle. He wanted nothing more than to fuck himself on them when they curled and pressed against his prostate. Móglaí gripped his thigh while he toyed with him. Every weak little sound made his dick grow harder.

You watched the scene with aroused amusement, fingering your seeping, tight cunt. Mo Chara whined again when Móglaí pulled out, then hissed when the sudden emptiness was replaced with a battery operated plug.

Móglaí lowered his leg and planted a peck over his gagged mouth, followed by a light slap to his flushed face. "All yours, a stór." He told you, remote in hand.

You mounted Mo Chara, sliding down to just the tip and excruciatingly sank in and out of him halfway, slow and steady. He clenched his jaw, so badly wanting to thrust into you all the way. By pure willpower, he kept his restraint. He wanted to make both of you proud.

He nearly cried out when you finally sunk down and squeezed your walls tight around him. Móglaí watched with intrigue, rubbing his dick with a tight fist above Mo Chara's face. His pre-cum dripped down on his cheeks. "G'on cailín álainn, give him what he wants."

You picked up speed and easily slipped on and off his cock. Mo Chara groaned at the snug sensation, tightening his fists around the rope. His back arched off the floor, brows furrowing and voice straining with every moan. You tilted back ever so slightly to angle your hips just right and prod his tip against your g-spot. The sounds you made drove both of them crazy.

Móglaí sneakily pressed a button on the remote and vibrated the plug to life. Mo Chara gasped, his hips snapping into you on their own volition. You giggled and came to a halt to make him work for it. He plunged his soaked cock in your pussy with the brutal sounds of skin on skin.

"Mmnn..." He whined. You took pleasure in his helpless little noises. Fingers rubbed over your clit, your head fell back as you made yourself moan and squeeze your own tits.

Móglaí pulled down the gag and removed your panties. Mo Chara took a deep breath of air, not for long when Móglaí gripped his chin and pried open his mouth wide to slip his dick down his throat. Mo Chara swallowed it whole and sucked his entire length even as he pushed deeper and faster.

Such a filthy sight turned you on more than you already were. Your orgasm was getting closer. "You wanna cum, baby?" You asked.

Too caught up in being fucked out of his mind, he almost didn't respond until Móglaí gave him a firm back handed slap. Mo Chara nearly choked on a muffled and frantic "Yes!"

"You're a good boy, aren't you?"

He nodded and did his best to answer "yes" again with his mouth stuffed.

"No, no... good boys have to wait first." You glanced at Móglaí, who himself was on the verge of reaching his climax. With a coy grin, you nodded.

Móglaí gripped the back of Mo Chara's head and shoved himself to the back of his throat, holding him there as he came in heavy waves with raspy groan. He slowed his momentum until he had nothing more to give. Pulling out, a string of thick cum stuck to his lips and dribbled down his chin.

Mo Chara grunted and sputtered to catch his breath. He swallowed whatever was left in his mouth and licked his lips clean. Móglaí dragged his cock over his face, leaving him messy with residue.

"Good, good lad." He praised. Mo Chara exhaled with a pleased noise.

"Oh baby boy," You surprised him with a playful bounce. "Did you forget? You're not finished. Didn't you say you wanted to cum?"

"Y-yes..." Mo Chara shuddered.

"What's that?" Your hand suddenly wrapped around his neck and tightened. "I couldn't hear you."

"Yes!" He begged. His brows were furrowed, a sheen of sweat coated his entire body.

"Fucking louder!" Móglaí growled in his ear and raised the vibration speed several notches.

"Yes, yes! Fuckin' yes- please!"

"Do it then," You ordered. "Cum inside my tight cunt."

His hips stuttered, then came to a halt meeting with yours, filling you deep with his seed and ramming into your g-spot. Just like his helpless expression, the weak and strained whimpers he made was beautiful. His fists tightened, back arching off the floor as he kept cumming. Fireworks flashed behind his lids, he was reduced to nothing but sobs until he finally stopped.  

You slipped his cock out, thick and heavy cum sliding down your legs as you sat on the floor. Móglaí slowly undid the knots around his wrists and delicately sat him upright. The blindfold slipped off, he blinked to adjust his vision to the light. 

On all fours, Mo Chara crawled towards you—vibrant, glassy blue eyes wide and filled with pure lust while locked with yours. You never broke your gaze when you let your legs fall open and watched him nuzzle and kiss your inner thighs. Móglaí kept a fist in his hair, guiding him with soft, sweet Gaeilge words of encouragement as Mo Chara kissed his way towards your cunt. 

“G’on boy, get the job done,” Móglaí whispered. Mo Chara lapped up his own fluids with flicks of his skilled tongue. A soft, delighted sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah, like that. Such a good lad, makin’ her feel good.”

Mo Chara purred at the compliment, delving his tongue deeper in your slit. Tasting himself and his friend's load inside of you made him hard again, even more so when Móglaí slid the plug in and out, hitting his sweet spot every time. It wasn't enough, he wanted to taste you on his tongue, to make you satisfied.  

He suckled your clit. Your fingers tangled in his scalp, other hand grabbing on to Móglaí’s arm for leverage. Móglaí fondled your tits, rolling the bud between his index and thumb. Every single nerve in your body sparked with electricity as the walls of your pussy clenched.  

"Fuck yes, just like that baby," You muttered, your finger curling around the ring on Mo Chara's collar and tugged him in. "Give me a show, Mo Chara... Give me a good fucking show."

The fingers in his hair pulled harder. You grinded closer until he was smothered, yet, he rapidly ate you out like his life depended on it. Every passionate grunt reverberated across your nether regions. Móglaí pressed the toy further inside him and held it in place.

Oh how lucky you were to have two sweet boys who lived on praise and satisfying you in more ways than one.

At last, your nerves reached their peak and you went slack as you released over Mo Chara's tongue with loud, sexy moans. He eagerly sucked up every sweet drop of you, content little hums in his throat.

You cupped his beautiful face, kissing him all over and called him a good boy as he slouched upright on his knees against Móglaí's chest. Mo Chara's fingers held on to his hair while Móglaí rapidly jerked him off. He kissed and nipped his neck, grinning when the hand on his scalp yanked hard and Mo Chara stiffened in his arms, splattering over his fist.

Mo Chara went limp, well exhuasted and spent. You held him close, his eyes blissfully fluttering closed while the post-coital endorphins sang in his veins better than any drug could do. Your arms wrapped around him, idly stroking his face and hair. At the same time, Móglaí massaged away the faint ligature marks on his wrists.

When Mo Chara finally came down from his high, Móglaí placed kisses on the love bites over his friend's neck, then leaned in to place one on your collarbone.

You lovingly scratched the spot behind Mo Chara's ear and giggled when he nuzzled into the touch like a golden retriever. Móglaí pretended to chomp on your fingers, earning him a playful little smack that he liked a little too much.  

A few moments later, the three of you lounged on the bed, lazily passing a blunt until it was nothing but a stub. Your chill playlist played in the background on a low volume.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" You tenderly traced your thumb over Mo Chara's cheek and ruffled his brunette hair.

Liam pleasantly hummed and leaned closer. "Grand, mo chroí."

"Took quite a beating back there, eh, buachaill maith?" Naoise affectionately patted his round ass.

"Fuck up!" Liam laughed and shoved his shoulder.

They playfully wrestled over the comforter and tangled in the sheets as Naoise snuck in kisses across Liam's face, all the while laughing and smiling like school boys. You giggled at their immaturity and poked their sides with your foot to distract them. It led to Naoise grabbing your ankle and dragging you into the chaos as they ganged up and attacked you with tickles and kisses.

"Fuck, fuck- Knock it off!" You screamed between laughs.

"Make us." Liam teased.

You gently gripped his chin and pulled him in close, your breath tickling over his soft lips. "Don't tempt me." It was your turn to laugh again when he blushed and wiggled out of your hold.

His phone vibrated on the nighstand. He reached over with exhuasted groan and glanced at the notification. "Christ... Daniel's asking if we can have a business meeting tomorrow. What should I say?"

"Tell him next week, I wanna spend time with our favorite lass." Naoise ran his hand up your thigh.

Liam didn't argue. "Sound." He typed up an excuse about needing to visit family and put his phone to the side.

"Aww," You smiled. "I don't think he'll believe it."

"Fuck him, then." Liam joked.

"I'd rather you fuck me instead."

"We can do that," He crawled over, smoothing his palms up your torso and fondling your tits. "I feel like giving you a taste of your own medicine." His dick almost hardened again when he saw you get flustered.

"Hope yous aren't planning on leavin' me out, I might get jealous." Naoise twirled a finger around a strand of your hair and lightly tugged.

"Oh Neesh, don't get too comfortable," You cupped the side of his face and winked. "You'll be tied, gagged and fucked by both of us on this bed soon enough."

He hid his face in the pillows, pushing Liam away when he laughed and gave his crotch a squeeze.

After a brief shower, you watched reruns of a c-list crime show on some random channel with them. It was getting late and you were becoming drowsy.

"Tired?" Liam commented. You nodded, feeling yourself drifting off. "Get some sleep, mo ghrá."

You made yourself comfortable in the sheets. Naoise lifted the comforter up to your shoulders and kissed your cheek. Liam stroked your head until you were relaxed enough to finally sleep between them, safe and sound.

♡♡♡♡

two queen beds

you're sharing a bed with naoise and liam is sharing a bed with próvaí 

we are not like. drunk but there were some drinks involved

i wouldn't say enough to be tipsy tbh but like ah. hazy

that's the word

hazy

the moment yall get to the room its immediate exhaustion

no one even turns the light on 

they do take turns showering so that is going on 

you go first and get into bed pretty quickly 

everyone afterwards is trying to move quietly and not disturb you

youre in and out of sleep 

you feel naoise get in bed next to you under the sheets

then eventually its quiet

moossttly quiet

there is one. one person who keeps moving

keeps making lil noises. lil coughs

tossing and turning

we can all guess who this is

liam just CANT stay still cant sleep 

kinda feel bad for him but you're too sleepy to try and do anything tbh

leaves the room at one point

comes back a while later the hotel door unlocking wakes you up enough

the stink of weed gets you to sit up

liam just stops. moving

waiting to see if you'll just go back to sleep 

but you don't

“Back to bed, lass.”

“What happened?”

he walks closer to you, just sooooo slowly kms

“Nuffin happened. Just had a smoke.”

“At 2 in the morning?”

He chucklesdfnsldfs]fvkf

“Can’t sleep.”

“What’s wrong?”

he gets closer

cradles your face !!!

“I would sleep if I could, darlin’”

just with the most sweet gentle caring eyes

“Lay down with me.”

He waits a beat, just watching you

There is a little bit of the street light coming through the curtains, so he can see you, but you cant really make out the features of his face

he says nothing

just starts undressing and you scooch closer to naoise

this whole interaction is so tender

bc he's so tired and worn out you can see it

but just can't find respite at all

all he wants is cozy but just can't on his own

he slides in the bed

the sheets finally feel soft and welcoming next to you

you tell naoise liam is joining and he gives kind of a 

an affirmative groan

even though hes most def dead asleep

its better with you but liam still can’t feel sleepy at all 

obviously

he tries his best but

being so close to you

he's starting to feel other things

“You’re moving so much”

“Mmhm. Bothering ya?”

“It’s distracting.”

“Distracting. Hmm"

you can hear in his voice

his wheels turning

the lil smirk

liam is naturally a flirty-ish person

def reserved but still

not with you though

there were moments where

you both could feel something happening between

you

but he never crossed the line or anything

i will say that the way the boys see friendship is

unique

there are def romantic feelings in strong and long term friendships

sometimes stronger feelings than that

and that is something they are v comfortable with

they're very much like

friends can make each other feel good and that's part of friendship

no big deal

which leads us to

you turning around and immediately clocking in his face

the heat and desire

his blue eyes somehow dark

"Help meh sleep."

"And how would I do that, Liam?"

"Help meh feel better. Please."

the tone just so fucking pleading

his face. just asking begging

and you know its. beyond sleep

just has so much going on in his head all the time

so much he keeps buttoned up

physically and metaphorically

you kiss him

and its so soft

even less than a peck

until its not

until he can't help it anymore

and its all coming out of him

the exhaustion and the yearning the wanting

you feel his tongue against yours

you make out for a loooong time

like a long time

tbh liam loves to make out and touch and grope more than anything

v passionate lad

it was like. a great makeout sesh

we get to a point where your bodies are just 

flush together

hes grinding into you so you throw your leg over him 

tryinnnn not to wake anybody up

now things are serious

the moment liam feels you even through your underwear its 

it ramps him up so much

he gets sloppy

kissing you with his mouth fully open

liam likes it messy messy messy 

he does have the urge to grab your face and let spit fall into your mouth

the urge to grab his two fingers and just slowly fuck your mouth with them

so gently

feel your spit wrinkle his fingertips

but ummm not quite there yet doesnt want to scare you

it does get more and more intense 

hes grinding on you 

hard

like pushing hard into you

you can feel the wetness through his boxers start mixing with yours

starts talking to you and you just melt

“Just real quick, yeah?”

“Will you do that for me? Hmm?”

"Keep quiet, yeh? Let the lads sleep?"

his tone is soooooo is sooooooo

like all you can do is nod your head

you'd never seen him like this

i don't wanna say dominant but he's

here. present

fully with you

sure of himself sure of this

“Yeah, we’ll be quiet, right luv?”

still grinding together undulating

he honestly wishes this could last forever it feels so good

"Get on me darlin'. Keep doing that on me, with my dick inside you."

you're on him almost immediately

both of you stop in your tracks when naoise stirs a bit but he doesn't wake

liam is quick to pull your panties to the side and you sink down nto him

his head falling hard against the pillow eyes fluttering

its so hard not to moan

not to immediately bounce on him

you move slowly yall cant even shake the bed too much

"Fuckin' feels so good, love."

naoise, you see, thought he was having a wet

dream

thats what he thought

quickly pulls himself out of that

subconsciously worried that he was going to wake you

or cum while sharing a bed w u without you knowing he doesn't want to do anything like that

until hes

awake enough to realize that maybe it isnt a dream

“Wha…fuck. Youse couldn’t wait?” 

his groggy voice not enough to pull you out of the haze youre in with liam

who certainly doesnt seem bothered by his friend waking up

and its not that naoise feels upset

maybe shocked

but his cock immediately starts swelling up

it had been so long since he had a chance to jerk off

and he said it quietly enough for you both to realize that

he didn't want you to stop

his breath immediately hitching

naoise now fully turned onto his back 

in the dark, you could see him staring

liam still fully focused on you

guiding your hips on him

biting his lip so hard and too scared to look at his friend too turned on to stop

you looking at naoise, liam looking at you

helpppppp

everyone too sleepy and horny not to give into the pleasure

but you can't help but to get shy

you bend down into Liam’s embrace, his hands tangling in your hair as he began to thrust up

he shudders the moment the angle changes

gets so much deeper and he has to shush you quietly

you could hear naoise chuckle before you felt the back of his hand on your back, slowly rubbing your skin with his

“want me to leave?” he asks

“ya want to leave?” liam replies quickly

“no”

“should he leave, mo chroí …hmm?”

you shake your head still hidden in liam’s neck, feeling too good to answer

“don’t worry about me …keep goin” as naoise starts pulling his boxers down

you hear him spit in his hand

your heavy breaths start to fill up the room

synchronized

naoise can't turn his head toward you two but his eyes are fixed on you pelvis

just rhythmically getting fucked by his mate

liam's cock glistening in the dark

“A stór…fuck. meh.”

"This is a fucken dream"

both of their voices so groggy i-

naoise could have never imagined seeing you like this

and he never thought he was going to like it so much

its either

no one is saying anything 

there are just very low grunts 

heavy breaths

moans 

or 

naoise can hear liam whispering into your ear

but he cant make out what hes saying 

and he doesnt know why but that turns him on sooooo much 

liam has obv quite a lot of energy 

even tho he holds you so gently so carefully

you can feel the fucking like

hes def holding back a lot

he does turn yall at one point

so youre laying on your back with naoise next to you and liam on top of you GOODBYE

your leg is tangled with naoises 

you can feel his thigh twitching

trying to hold back trying not to cum immediately (both of em)

at some point you turn around and hes just fully in his own world

eyes closed tight

he's gripping his cock so tightly

liam is like a tiny tiny tiny bit jealous when u look over 

u can tell bc he 

fucks a lil bit harder when you do 

reigns you in that way

kisses you hard

trail of spit between you drives him crazy

he tries not to fuck you hard but its difficult

to watch naoise fuck himself so hard with his eyes so focused on you two

sometimes turning away like its too much to see yall like this

he wishes he could fuck you so hard he'd hear his hips smack into you

and most importantly he wishes he could heard you moan looouud

and he wishes he could hear naoise groan deeper

and he wishes you could all be tussled around with the frame banging against the wall

he wishes it could all be as nasty as he deeply wants it to be

everytime your eyes roll to the back of your head liam feels a bead of sweat painfully dripping down his chest

just from holding back

his grip on your hips getting tighter

naoise cums first

and probably the hardest

you can see out of the corner of your eye like

his whole abdomen flexing and cramping 

sweaty 

and his hips pushing up 

while just ropes of cum cover his chest 

and they are deep deep low grunts

fucking into the air

his face is all contorted

teeth clenched 

you cum right after that 

shaking and trembling

you dont really get louder but there is just a string of never ending moans

but like quiet tiny tiny ones

and that plus the clenching around him just sends liam over the edge

he needed this so bad

eyes fully roll back 

no grunts for a second and then he kinda

gets close to you you can feel his lips on your neck

he grunts hard

probably the loudest out of all of you

reverberating against the pillows

naoise puts his hand in liams hair with a dopey smile on his face

tussling his hair as he rides his waves and fills you up

you can hear liam swearing into your skin

“fuck me”

turns into a lot of kisses

so gentle 

all three very sleepy and blissed out now

laying next to each other smiling and tired

liam is immediately out

he wishes he'd had a chance to kiss you first but

immmmeddddiately asleep

and thank god for that 

softly snoring between you and naoise

naoise tries to clean you three up the best he can without disturbing liam

gulps a glass of water

def gives you a kiss on the forehead before going back

“thank you, luv”

all three of you comfortably asleep in minutes

dj próvaí is just fucking sleeping snoring through all of this

he probably woke up for a second but thought if he heard anything he didnt want to know anyways