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The kind of love we make ★, ❤︎, ✿︎ (Coming soon)

Patrick Feely

You and Eric were attending a team event for Barcelona tonight, like always but there was one issue. You had been needy all day and Eric was more than happy to satisfy your needs before you actually had to get dressed to leave.

That was nearly 4 hours ago and you were all hot and bothered, unable to focus on anything but Eric and his hands, his mouth, the way his Adam's apple bobbed. It was making you burn up with arousal. 

Eric knew the effects he had on you and how badly you needed him so that was why he had you put a vibrator on for the event. So he could torture you throughout the night. He'd been changing the settings whenever he was around a group of people opposed to being with one. He watched as you tried to control yourself whenever the vibrator was on. 

By half way through the event, you were done. Your knickers were soaked with your own arousal so you texted Eric to meet you in a bathroom so he could fix the issue he caused. You excused yourself politely and moved to find said bathroom just before Eric walked in and locked the door behind him.

He found you all hot and needy, eyes nearly watering as he lifted you up onto the counter smirking at the whine that left your lips. Eric's hand slipped under your dress and up your leg to brush over your damp underwear just to tease before he pulled them down, letting you help him. He removed the vibrator from your sopping cunt and teased your clit with it. 

You let out a mewl as the pressure on your clit was becoming too much, the coil tightened in your stomach and you were clenching around nothing as your orgasm ripped through you, spotting your vision but you had to stay quiet so you bit your lip to muffle your noises. 

Eric looked at you with such awe, amazed that you came from just that but he also felt cocky because he had made you do that from all the continuous teasing throughout the night. He wasted no time in helping you come down from your orgasm before he connected his lips to yours in a tender kiss, like he was checking in on you after the intensity of the previous climax. 

You accepted the kiss with your own. Your hands rested lazily on the nape of his neck playing with his baby hairs whilst you took charge, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip before sliding into Eric's mouth, deepening the kiss sensually. 

He let you continue to lead the kiss as his hands busied themselves with pulling his hard cock out from his pants, giving himself a few pumps to spread his pre-cum down his dick. He felt your moan vibrate against his mouth when his tip caught on the hood of your clit. 

You rolled your hips as Eric teased you by running this cock through your folds before pushing the tip inside of your cunt just to hear your small mewl of wanting more before he thrusted it fully inside of you, leaving you gasping for air in the small bathroom. You gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into them creating indents of your fingernails on them. 

Eric didn't waste any time because as soon as you let him know you were okay, his hips moved automatically, thrusting deep, reaching your g-spot each time. He watched your face, every expression and noise that left your lips spurred him on to continue what he was doing. 

You couldn’t form a single thought but it was worth it because you were getting your needs met finally after being teased all night. You were moaning and whining a little too loudly for Eric because you still could not get caught so the next thing you were doing was sucking on his fingers greedily to shut yourself up.

Your tongue lapped at them as your eyes rolled back, his thrusts never slowed and never differed from the deepness in which he was giving you. Your fingers slipped from his shoulders to your neglected clit as you circled it with vigor, wanting desperately to reach your climax. 

Eric let you play with your clit as his hips stuttered slightly, his orgasm nearing quicker because he was a simple man when he saw his lady sucking on his fingers, he couldn't help it. To prolong the quickie, he pulled out and pulled you off the counter to bend you over it instead, sliding right back into your hot cunt.

You clenched around him tightly, sucking his cock in as it filled you nicely. His thrusts never faltered, hard, rough and probably leaving marks on your hips tomorrow morning but you couldn't complain..you were a trembling mess with running makeup and messed up hair. 

Eric couldn't last as long as he had hoped, his balls tightening and his abs clenching as he chased his orgasm. He gave one final deep thrust before he buried himself inside of you, his cum spurting out into your pussy covering your walls in his seed. 

Eric slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum gradually trickled out of your hole. You caught your breath as Eric helped clean up your cunt and thighs with the limited tissue he had before he finally looked at you and shared eye-contact for a couple of seconds. 

You were a well known photographer up on and off social media and also Eric Garcia's partner. Recently, you had been leaning towards some boudoir photography for some of your clients.

You loved every aspect of your job because of how creative you could get with it and take into account what your clients would prefer to make them more comfortable.

It was a rare off day for both you and Eric and you somehow ended up in your studio alone together because Eric had the sweet idea of him being your next model.

He was in a pair of Calvin Klein underwear, his bulge rather prominent as you told him how to pose and to do different things as you took the pictures, trying your hardest not to stare at his clothed cock although it was proving a difficult task.

You were hot and bothered because your boyfriend looked so fine as you continued taking the shots. You tried to not let it show but your arousal was building in your underwear and your breathing was slightly heavier.

”We should take a little break to relax and drink something.” You spoke breathlessly and moved to take a bottle of water from the mini fridge to try to cool yourself down but Eric stayed where he was, smirking at your flushed face.

He watched your every move before walking silently over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you from behind, slightly grinding his semi-hard-on into your backside. He tucked his head into your neck, his lips brushing against your pulse point just to feel you shiver and push back on him.

You let out a soft mewl and turned around to face him, your lips brushing against his as you slowly traced down his chest to get to the waistband of his underwear which was stained slightly darker due to his pre-cum. You let out a soft breath when you feel his actual erection and palmed him lightly just to earn yourself a little reward of Eric’s groan of need.

His eyes followed your movements, letting his hips rut into your hand before his hands moved to undress you, dying to see what you were wearing under your clothes because you had quite the range of lingerie due to Eric’s spontaneous shopping addiction for you. He lifted your shirt up and off your body, displaying one of his favourite pieces on you so his hands moved to your pants to see if you had the matching panties too.

You let him get on his knees and undress you just to hear him go breathless at your set. You knew he adored it on you and no matter where you were, you were getting fucked with it on. Just as you suspected, you hear his breath stutter before he started leaving soft kisses up your thighs whilst squeezing your hips to bring your clothed cunt closer to his mouth.

He hummed and removed your underwear just to push his face straight back into your cunt to sniff it because Eric could never get enough of how you smelt. He let you grab onto the desk behind you, used for clients -who hadn't already done their makeup if they wanted any on for the shoot- before he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to gain more access to your pussy.

Eric's tongue dived right into your folds, sucking and licking with vigor because he was just so greedy. His lips found your clit and before you knew it, he was suckling on your little bundle of nerves whilst you grinded down on his face, feeling the friction of his beard on your thighs.

Eric moaned and groaned at your taste, his taste buds loving every second of it as he closed his eyes in pleasure, munching on your cunt as well as he could because you got him so worked up with your photos.

“Get your camera” he said, voice muffled for the obvious reason

It took a second for you to register what he had said but then you scrambled for it sitting next to you. Your chest was heaving, sweat accumulated on your hairline and your moans never quiet.

“Take a few pictures, love, need them for travelling.” He stated and you could have swore that those words were the hottest thing to ever leave his lips.

So you did, the camera clicking pictures of Eric in between your thighs, bringing you to your orgasm quickly before he even slipped two fingers in and curled them just right for you. You let out a squeal like noise as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, the sounds sounding so obscene in your studio but you had lost all care the second his mouth was on you in the first place.

Eric knew you were close, your pussy fluttering around his fingers, your clit pulsing and your breath stuttering, all telltale signs so he let you come with no words, knowing how strong they could be.

The wave crashed through your body intensely, making your body seize against his mouth and hips to stay moving. Your eyes rolled back to the whites and you were thoroughly wrecked as Eric helped you come down with soft licks and sucks, his fingers slowing before he removed them, wiping them on his already pre-cum stained boxers.

He helped you set your leg down and rest against the table to stabilise your heartbeat. When that was done he looked at you with an expectant eyebrow raise so you looked at him with your lip in-between your teeth. You helped him out of his boxers, his cock hard and leaking, begging for some attention.

You wrapped your hand around him and gave him a slight tug in which Eric let out a soft groan. You set a relatively soft pace just to torment him a little bit, nodding to your camera for him to pick it up this time. You sank to your knees to take his tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it and swirling your tongue, continuing to move your hand up and down, squeezing when you got near the tip and the base just to hear Eric's moans.

Eric couldn't help but snap a few pictures of the beauty sucking his cock like a champ, he felt too close too quickly. He felt slightly embarrassed by it but he couldn't help with being so pent up all day from the photoshoot.

”M'gonna cum and you're gonna swallow it, aren't you?”

You nodded and began to deep throat him as ropes of Eric's come start to enter and go down your throat. You adapt and start to breathe through your nose when his hand pushed your head down to take him deeper.

You took all of it with no issues before pulling away to stand back up, wiping your mouth with your hand and taking your camera back from Eric's now shaking hand from the sheer force of his orgasm and how quickly it hit without any proper warning.

When you and Eric dated, it was toxic as hell. There was always jealousy, shouting, arguments and even on some occasions broken plates and/or cups as an end result and you got sick of it and left.

That was nearly 6 months ago and you couldn’t have been happier to get out of that relationship. You were now thriving, on the way to a promotion at your job, bought your first house and gotten settled into it.

You knew being with him held you back, he didn't like to see you succeed because he had to be the successful one in the relationship but you were a blinded young woman who believed she was in love and it took your friends a lot of convincing that you were fine in the relationship with Eric until they told you ”I told you so” when you announced that you two had broken up.

So how you ended up back at his place, his tongue practically down your neck was beyond you (You’d went to watch a match and asked to talk after). You obviously didn't mind his advances because your underwear was starting to stick to your center due to you being aroused.

Eric hauled you onto his lap whilst continuing to kiss you like a mad dog. You were panting into each other's mouths, teeth clashing and spit on lips. He helped you grind down on his growing erection, making the insanely hot noises rip from Eric’s throat.

You finally pull away, needing the breath because your chest was heaving and your eyes were blown wide in pleasure from just the makeout. You looked wrecked already and Eric loved it. You clawed at his shirt, wanting it off his body, not even letting him remove the protective mask he had to wear.

He obliged and let you practically tear it from his body before he did the same to you. He watched as your arms lifted instinctively for him to tug it off. He lets you unclip your bra and throw it somewhere in the room before his lips connect to your left nipple, suckling on it as his hand lifts to pay attention to the other one, letting it harden into a little peak before switching sides.

You let out soft breaths of joy because he was finally there and touching you in the way you deserved after months of being untouched. You tugged his hair, letting out noises of satisfaction because his mouth was perfect no matter where it was on your body. You continued to grind down on his erection, your underwear positively wet from how impossibly turned on you were.

Eric pulled away from your tits after showing them some love, little red marks were dotted around both of them. He lifted you up into his arms to lay you down on the couch, removing your pants and soaked underwear. He sucked in a breath at the sight, which he had greatly missed.

He ran his middle finger through your slit before tapping your collected arousal on your clit, making you shimmy your hips for something other than teasing. Eric pushed both of your legs up to your chest so they wouldn’t get in the way of his favourite pastime. Eric lowered his head and spread your folds open to pay more attention to your pulsing bundle of nerves before he dove right in, sucking it in between his lips with a muffled groan that vibrated through your core.

Your hands, once again, found home in his hair, keeping a tight grip to make sure he didn't pull away for even a second. Your eyes were rolled back, choking out moans and grinding your hips the best you could down on Eric's face.

Eric chucked and let you continue to grind on his face. His tongue swirled against your clit before moving down so he could push it into your hole that was already needy. He used the same ring finger and slid it into your sopping cunt, marvelling at how quickly your body reacted and clenched around it needily.

“Please, I want another one. Gimme another finger, Eric, amor, please” You voice cracked as you begged for more, wanting more, needing more of him. He was already consuming your mind, thoughts were only him, intoxicating you.

Eric tsked but listened, sliding another finger inside of your sopping hole, sucking it in greedily. He watched as your eyes rolled back once more before continuing his assault on your clit, his fingers moving in tandem to bring you to your climax.

Your legs were twitching whilst your stomach tensed because you were getting closer to your orgasm. You tugged harshly on Eric's hair, moans reverberating off of the walls as well as the wet noises from Eric's tongue and digits.

You snapped your legs closed around his head as your orgasm crashed through you, body shaking and panting and back arching almost fully off of the couch. Your vision had gone hazy and you felt like you were floating.

Eric helped you through your orgasm and went you finally came to, you realised that you'd never find a better mouth and fingers combo than Eric. No one else could ever bring you to that sort of ecstacy ever again, not even the best, most expensive toys.

Everywhere was buzzing with an amazing energy, Manchester City had just won the Carabao Cup against Arsenal so everyone was extremely happy. You and Omar had finally escaped the celebrations to go and celebrate in your own way, with each other at the hotel. 

The door beeped, signalling that it was open when you used the key card. You were all jittery knowing what tonight would bring because Omar was obviously thrilled with the result. He followed you in, sizing you up with a flicker of need in his eyes. 

You looked stunning in that blue shirt, his name displayed on the back of it,he could have sworn he felt himself get a semi because of it. You, on the other hand, were already somewhat wet because your husband was gorgeous. 

Omar walked over to you, standing behind you. He moved your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, sucking softly to release some of those sweet little breathy moans you always did when Omar did that. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath, hands finding him to move them to your waist, which he let you do and squeezed softly, bringing your body closer to his. Once your body was on his, he slowly grinded into your ass, making you push back on him. 

Omar turned you around so he could lift you up, your legs automatically locking around his waist so you could be carried to the kind sized bed that was in the room. He laid you down, moving his hands down your body and piece by piece you ended up naked and spread out on the bed. 

Omar moved your body up the bed so you could rest your head on the pillows as he delved in between your thighs, teasingly kissing the inside of your thighs and scraping his teeth lightly across them. He teased you by blowing some cool air on your clit before he sat up, making you groan in frustration. His teasing was relentless some nights. 

He let out a chuckle and removed his shirt before diving right back in, feasting on your pussy like it was the best damn meal ever. He sucked on your clit before moving back down to your hole, twisting and turning his tongue to bring you pleasure. He got so desperate for your cunt that he kept your leg open, bringing the other one over his shoulder so he would be covered in you.

You were letting out moans and whines, lifting your hips and trying to grind them down onto his face and Omar wasn't going to stop you, not if you were getting pleasure out of it too. Your hands moved to cup your own boobs, playing with your nipples until they were pebbled peaks and bringing you stimulation on top of the head you were receiving. 

Omar looked up at you through his lashes, seeing your eyes blown out with satisfaction and the eye contact heightened that for you. He moved one of his hands towards your sopping hole, gathering your slick on his middle finger before only pushing the tip of it inside of you. 

Your breath staggered and you rolled your hips for more which he was glad to give you, sliding his finger all the way in, to the knuckle. Your pussy automatically clenched around it and made your hips stagger against his unrelenting mouth. 

He thrusted his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, his tongue working wordlessly on your bundle of nerves. It was making you crazy and even more needy for more. More fingers. More pleasure. More Omar.

You let out a groan as he slipped his second finger inside of you and immediately curled them towards your g-spot. Every suck, lick and movement of his fingers had you reaching closer to your orgasm, on the brink of the first climax.

Omar gave your clit a particularly harsh suck and during that, slipped yet another of his fingers inside of you. Leaving you stuffed full with three and choking out moans and mewls of how good it felt and how close you were as well as his name tumbling out of your lips as you tried to contain the profanities from being released.

He could feel how much you were clenched around his fingers and how your body was trembling. His other hand started to press down on your lower stomach as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, lasting longer and more intensely because Omar did not let up from his sweet torture. 

You writhed against the sheets, hips bucking as you rode out your blissful orgasm on your fiancé's face and fingers. You snapped your legs shut and lifted your hips, squealing when he removed his digits and mouth, kissing up your body to your lips, letting you taste your own arousal off of them. The sight of him made you breathless, knowing how turned on Omar got when he ate you out.

You marveled at his body in silence as he stripped out of the remaining pieces of clothing he had on, watching him as he reached for a pillow to go under your hips. You squished your thighs together and let out a soft noise, something in between a mewl and Omar's name.

He grinned and placed the pillow under your hips before pressing a kiss to your lips, biting your bottom one as he got situated with your legs spread and his tip slipped inside of you already.

You let out a small moan as he pushed into your pussy, both of you let out a gasp when he was fully inside, your eyes closing and hands gripping his shoulders. Your toes were curled as he experimented with a shallow thrust in which you responded with clenching around his cock.

Omar took this as a sign to start moving, pulling out before thrusting back in nice and slow to watch how your expression changed each time. How you'd sound different when being filled and when not. Omar loved seeing them, it was one of his most favourite things about you. 

He smiled down at you, holding one of your hands in his whilst the other pressed down on your lower stomach. Omar watched as you struggled to keep your trembling legs open because of his slow but deep thrusts, he'd praise you for the slightest thing. 

”You're doing so good, taking this so well. You feel amazing” 

They were his go to words and they'd get you every single time because you knew he meant them. He'd also just spurt random words in about 3 different languages as he would get close to his orgasm. 

You were a mess, tears pricked your eyes and you were sweating, body shaking and stomach tightening up, toes curling as your orgasm teetered on edge. You scratched up Omar’s back as his thrusts got sloppier, less deep and more frequent because he was on the edge too.

”M’gonna cum” You cried out and clenched around his cock for the final time, making Omar halt his thrusts. Your orgasms ripped through you two together, your cunt milking his cock filling you up with his every drop. 

Omar was panting as he rested on top of you, his hips grinding into yours, riding out your climaxes. You were completely spent, your body already turning sore and muscles fatigued as your heart rate began to decrease. Your hearts synced with one another after a while of laying with each other on the hotel bed.

For as long as you could remember, your family were proud Barcelona players so when you got scouted to play for Barça Femení, you and your family were ecstatic because it was a lifelong dream.

You had worked your way up and this year was your 3rd season with the team and you were a fan favourite due to your ability with the ball as you were the striker but also because you were very relatable to many fans on your social media platforms like Tiktok.

You also often spoke out against the gender inequality in football and the misogyny and racism would never be tolerated towards any players no matter what because it was very inhumane, hearing and experiencing it, you advocated for other women in sports to speak out too.

Ferran had always admired you (not so secretly) when you spoke out on the unfairness and often went to see Barça Feminí play with some other players to support your words.

Over time, Ferran had developed a little hidden crush on you because he thought you were down right amazing at everything you did and you'd be foolish to not admire some of his footwork too with you being an avid watcher of the men's team and their matches.

It was a relatively sunny day at the training grounds and both the men's team and the women's team had joint training sessions to foster a more inclusive, respectful sporting nature and also accelerate skill development for the female players by playing mini mixed gender matches and practices.

You and Ferran were on the same team a couple of times whilst other times you showed off to one another and played against each other. You both were very intense when you played on opposing teams to prove to one another that you were the best of the best.

Whenever you got a play against him you had this smug smirk on your face, rubbing it in that you, at the time, were obviously the better baller but he soon got you back and smirked at you. His smirk made you feel a sort of fluttering in your chest and made you pause for a second, just enough to make your teammates ask if you were okay in which you replied with a curt nod and continued doing what you were doing.

You all ended up on a water break and you were joking with your friends/teammates when Ferran sauntered over with his bottle still in his hand and a smile on his face. ”you played really well out there, got a couple on me but that didn't surprise me, i've seen how good you actually play”

You normally would tell people not to be rude and wait their turn to speak instead of cutting in front of others but this was Ferran and all your teammates got silent when he started praising you for your talent. It made your ears hot and a little bashful smile come out as you thanked him and reciprocated his words to him, saying how well he played too whilst adding a few small jabs of you being the better player.

He just laughed and went along with your playful words, not taking them to heart. With the banter going on between you two, Ferran's heart would skip a beat every time he heard you laugh or see your smile. He didn't know how long he could control his crush on you without embarrassing himself or you, especially in public. He could not afford to confess publicly without some backlash from horrific (non) fans.

He’d already seen some fans try to come up with the rumors of you two already dating by finding videos of you two being together but the evidence was slim. You were always too careful about what you posted online and even more careful around the paparazzi because -just like many others- you couldn’t stand them.

Eric always made sure that the media couldn’t come up with these theories because it could have led to bigger issues so he kept his feeling mostly under wraps but the edits still were made and you never opposed them when you were on your secret account on Instagram or tiktok, you'd like them, sometimes even repost them.

Ferran had also seen the edits and been asked about them but he obviously had to lie and say that he didn't know what the people were on about with an awkward smile and answered another question about football.

He watched you take another sip from your bottle, his eyes following the little drop of water left on your lip, desperate to gently wipe it off with his thumb but he had to refrain and get back on the pitch to train.

You follow soon after and get back on with training, teasing Ferran every time you had the ball by showing off your skills and trying to go one-on-one with him multiple times, letting your teammates laugh at your competitiveness whilst Ferran struggled to keep up despite him being a good baller too.

Joint training lasted a couple of hours until the sun was ready to set and the players of both teams were thoroughly done for the day.

You got everything done and you were ready to head home, leaving to go to your car but then you see Ferran, looking fine after today and you felt your heart skip a beat so you put your head down and head to where you had parked your car in the morning.

A couple weeks go by and the men’s and women’s teams hadn’t had another joint session for a while but you were both dominating in your respective leagues and something had changed.

You had gotten a message off of Ferran about a week ago, asking you out for dinner because he wanted to know you outside of football and Barca in general so obviously (after consulting your best friends) you agreed to go and agreed on a lowkey restaurant where the paps weren’t going to find out about it.

That night went exceptionally well. You told him things that you wouldn’t normally spew out around others and he told you things too. At first you blamed it on the wine that made you loose lipped but in reality it was just Ferran. He had this comforting aura around him, like you could tell him anything and so you did.

He had dropped you home and gave you a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight and you went to bed with your inner little girl squealing in delight that maybe, just maybe, you had a chance at love without judgement.

Weeks go by and you two get even closer outside of the footballing world and because of that, your feelings are harder to control around each other so one night you decided to bite the bullet and tell Ferran whilst having a few glasses of wine at home.

Your voice was slightly shaky as you spoke but never once were you interrupted by Ferran. He listened to what you had to say because he could tell how important this was to you. How much it had been a struggle to conceal so afterwards he took your hands in his , squeezed them and pressed a soft kiss to each of your knuckles.

He ended up confessing after his kisses towards you. His confession sent your heart into a frenzy and you both agreed to take things slow and secret for the time being, knowing that being huge stars in the world of sport and dating could get you two into serious trouble with management.

But also because of your fan bases, you didn't know how they would react to the sudden news even though you two had been shipped by them for months on end.

The rest of the night consisted of drinking a bottle of wine and eating food that definitely wasn't approved by the teams’ nutritionist but it made you feel seen in a way that football and your fans couldn't.

It was yours and Eric's two year anniversary today, and he had gone all out, all day for you. So did you, knowing there were a few things that he had been wanting so you took the chance to buy him to gift them to him.

He ended up booking a reservation to one of your favourite restaurants. The food was delicious as always and you go with your meal, Eric had ordered some wine, again, your favourite to end the night with but in reality it was just beginning.

The buzz of the wine coursed through your veins, making your mouth a little less sensible than usual and you let slip about your little fantasies of Eric wearing his mask to bed.

He brushed it off with a charming smile but deep down he was kind of celebrating because he had gotten you to confess to something that you weren't so subtle about. He was injured, not blind. He had seen the way you bit your lip, and squeezed your thighs together whenever he wore it. He loved your reactions too much.

You ended up taking another bottle of wine home after debating who would pay the bill and ultimately you decided to split it (Eric only agreed to keep you happy) before you could step outside, his jacket was already around your shoulders and his hand was encapsulated with his.

You walked steadily enough to his car, which he opened the passenger door and helped you inside, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side because he was okay to drive. He reached over for your hand before he started to drive back to your home together. 

Once you arrived back nearly half an hour later, words were said in the car and Eric teased you the whole way back but promised to put his mask on for reasons just to watch your reaction, because he loved seeing you all blushy and flustered when he agreed to feed into your bedroom fantasies.

As soon as you were both in the house, the wine was left on the kitchen table and you were hauled over Eric’s shoulders, as he walked up the stairs, to your bedroom. You couldn't help but let out a surprised squeal but allowed him to do it anyway. He put you down before he went to grab his mask. He put it on himself before dropping to his knees in front of you to remove your heels for you. 

Your breath hitched at his mask and his actions. His grin widened when he stood up, pulling you in by your waist, his other hand coming up to hold the back of your neck when his lips brushed yours in a tentative kiss. It started slow, like always, so when your hands moved onto his shoulders, only then did he kiss more passionately. 

His tongue teased your bottom lip before he nipped it. You couldn't help yourself and let out a small noise that only spurred him to go on. His tongue ended up in your mouth, the kiss turning completely messy and dirty. Eric turned you two around and walked you towards the bed, pulling away from the kiss with an elevated heart rate before he pushed you down gently. 

You fell on top of the comforters and grinned up at Eric as he undressed himself, his athletic figure on display which made you even more hot and bothered. He watched as you bit your lip and eye-fuck him, not doing anything about it to taunt you, to make you verbally beg for him. What could he say, he was a slight sadist when it came to depriving you of something you wanted.

”Eric, please don’t tease me, honey. You've done it all night at the restaurant and in the car” Your voice had taken up the slightly whiny tone when you spoke and rubbed your thighs together to try and offer yourself some relief because Eric was being unfair. You heard the tsk leaving his mouth and the bed dip when he hovered over you. 

You dragged him back down for a messy kiss once again, teeth clashing and tongues swirling against each other. You let his hands wander across your body, squeezing your boobs over your dress before he eventually pulled away to remove your dress. He let out a small hum of approval when he saw the lingerie you were wearing, his favourite set.

You let out a giddy giggle at his reaction, although half of his face was covered by the mask, his eyes were very expressive which you adored. Once your dress was fully off, his hands moved to squeeze your boobs once more, his lips/ stubble skimming your collarbone making a slight shiver run up your spine. 

His mouth moved south as your bra got unclipped and thrown off the bed. His lips attached to your left nipple in a gentle suck and tug of his teeth making your back arch slightly off the bed. He smirked at your reaction and continued his ministrations with your nipple before switching to your right one. Eric was making a right mess out of them, but you obviously could not give two flying fucks when you were the one receiving the pleasure.

After a while he moved down the south of our body, leaving small hickies along the way. His hands teased the waistband of your knickers before he dipped his hand under them, tapping his way down to cup your cunt and run his middle finger through your slit.

You moaned and rolled your hips for more stimulation but Eric once again tsked and let your pussy clench around nothing. You whined when he removed his hand to remove your underwear completely before he sat on the bed, his back up against the headboard and motioned you with his fingers to sit in between them, back to his chest and you comply, wordlessly. 

He made you face the mirror at all times as his left arm secured you by the waist so you couldn’t run from him whilst his right hand spread your legs for you, hooking them over his to make sure they didn’t close either. His middle finger once again traced your slit, gathering the obscene amount of arousal before making you suck it off his finger with a hum. 

He used two fingers when he slid into your sopping hole with ease, you whimpered softly at the intrusion but, because Eric didn’t like wasting time, he started moving his fingers straight away, scissoring and thrusting them just enough to hit your gummy g-spot almost instantly. He watched as your eyes became half lidded through the mirror and for any other little reaction that your face made as his fingers still plunged in and out of your pussy. 

You were moaning and trying to keep your eyes open to look at yourself in the mirror. Every time you caught Eric’s eye in the mirror you felt your heart skip a beat and your cunt clench around his fingers. You couldn’t help it, your boyfriend just knew your body and that made him even more insanely hot. 

You felt like you were going insane. Your moans reverberated off the bedroom walls, your hands tangled in the sheets below as your arousal dripped down Eric's fingers in a visual representation of how needy you were for Eric when he fulfilled your little mask kink.

You were already pathetically close to your first orgasm and Eric's fingers curling to touch your g-spot with every thrust was helping you to reach that said orgasm. Your hand left the sheets to wrap around his wrist when he moved his thumb onto your clit, drawing little figure 8's to add some more pressure onto you. 

At first, your toes began to tingle before the feeling started making your vision fuzzy and chest rise with quicker, uneven breaths until beads of sweat gathered on your hairline. Your thighs began to tremble as you came all over your boyfriend's fingers with a loud moan of his name. Your back was arched, eyes closed whilst Eric helped your ride out your orgasm by gradually slowing his digits to a stop, removing them from your cunt and bringing them to his mouth to suck your arousal off with obscene sounds. 

You opened your eyes just in time to be manhandled into face down, ass up. You helped when Eric's hand landed on your ass cheek with no warning for no reason. He did it again, this time on your other cheek to ‘even out the redness’ before he spanked your cunt, watching how you clenched around nothing. 

”Look at you. Didn't realise you'd enjoy your little pussy being spanked, honey” He taunted you and did it once more for good measure before he lined himself up, only pushing his tip in. He heard your huff and that fueled him to not hold back when he pushed in fully with every inch. 

Your body jolted, head dropping in between your shoulders when he bottomed out inside of you. At least he was considerate and let you adjust before he pulled out until only the tip remained. He slammed his hips forward and set an unforgiving pace. Harsh and deep. The type of thrusts that had you seeing stars in minutes whilst you struggled to keep yourself up. 

Eric couldn't help himself and he dragged you up, putting you in a loose headlock, watching your eyes widen in lust. He knew you liked being choked in missionary but this was new and he'd never seen that reaction before but that spurred him on even further. His hips were plapping off the globes of your arse and a white ring was forming at the base of his cock, a mix of his and your arousal.

You shakily moved your hand in between your quaking thighs and found your clit to further the upcoming orgasm. You drew tight circles on it, making you clench tighter around Eric's cock. You heard his groans and continued your ministrations. Your pussy was clenched around his cock, eyes closed and tears running down your cheeks. The noises you were making could border porn stars, but yours were real.

Eric slightly tightened his arm around your neck as he got closer to his orgasm. Your stomach tensed and your legs were full on quivering as you reached yours. A silent scream left your mouth whilst your cunt clenched tightly around his cock that it triggered Eric’s climax too. His balls tightened slightly and his tip swelled as his thrusts became uneven.

He then spurted inside of you with a whimper of your name, his hips still moving to ride through your peaks together, he was panting, his heart rate elevated. Eric slowly removed his arm from around your neck and pulled you closer to him, pressing his face into your neck to kiss it. 

CAUSE YOU LOOK SO MUCH CUTER WITH SOMETHING IN YOUR MOUTH

Eric was in a serious meeting with something football related, and yes, you had things to do but they could wait. You wanted to give your boyfriend some stress relief because he had been feeling a little pent up for some reason that you weren’t really listening to him bitch on about. 

You make your way to the home office as quietly as you could, not to disturb anymore than you were about to.

You snuck into the office. Eric, of course, heard you so he flashed you a smile as he watched you walk further into the room. He let you climb onto his lap, his arms circling your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead but you had other intentions so you began to slightly grind down on his lap.

He stifled a groan and moved his hands to your hips, gripping them enough to stop you from moving any more. He was half hard already, the tent in his pants obviously noticeable to you and the thought of only grinding getting Eric horny was bigging up your ego quickly knowing you did that and no one else. 

You bit your lip and slipped off his lap to sit in between his legs, your eyes comically similar to those of puppy’s when wanting something. He knew what you wanted so he let you have it. Letting your hands move to palm him over his pants whilst maintaining eye contact was hot to say the least. 

The tension in the room was rising, Eric was getting more needy for your touch, anything from you to give him attention while he suffered in the meetings. ”please, honey, do something” 

He sounded pathetically needy already and you wanted to drag it on for longer, make him wait and wait until you had enough teasing him. He lifted his hips so you could remove his pants, leaving him in his boxers, with a small stain where the pre-cum was leaking through.

You almost cooed at him being so desperate, so needy, almost as if he was a bitch in heat, needing your touch to sooth him. You had a big shit-eating grin on your face when you leaned forward, kissing his cock through his underwear, your tongue even peaked out to lick at the darkened patch of fabric.

Eric, god bless his soul, was trying his hardest not to let a single inappropriate sound out from his mouth because he was still in a meeting, still acting like the professional he was despite having his girlfriend in between his legs, taunting him because she felt like it. 

You finally let up and removed his boxers, his cock was hard, and his reddened tip was leaking some pre-cum, which you swiped your thumb over to collect it before placing it in your mouth to suck with a small hum.

You take as much as you could down your throat, wrapping your hand around the bit that you couldn’t take. You hollowed your cheeks and closed your eyes. You could hear Eric groaning quietly, his hands curled into fists on his thighs. 

He wanted so badly to put them in your hair and fuck up into your mouth but refrained to minimalize his noises. His eyes were closed as he focussed on your mouth, your tongue working on the vein on the underside. 

You were now bobbing your head and twisting your hand around his base. Eric’s eyes shot open, widely like he wasn’t expecting you to do that. You could have sworn that you heard a suppressed whimper and that made you keep going.

You pulled your mouth back to focus on his tip when you noticed the signs of his upcoming orgasm. His hands finally found home in your hair, playing with it and tugging at it. You opened your eyes and stared at him. 

”Look at me, baby” You said to Eric before taking his cock back into your mouth. You saw his eyes open, looking back at you with an intensity you had never seen before, it made your heart flutter and your pussy clench around nothing.

”H-honey” His voice cracked, the video-meeting being concluded and done so he could make as much noise as he wanted. His abs were tensed under his shirt, eyes half lidded and his sounds were loud. 

He pushed your head full down onto his cock when his orgasm hit him full force. He groaned as his cum spurted down your throat. You took it all, slightly gagging before pulling back to suck on his cock as it began to get soft.

He was getting sensitive so he pulled your mouth off of him by your hair. You rested your head on his thigh as you both caught your breaths. He pulled you up onto his lap after sorting himself out.

He held you in his arms, kissing your head and cheeks as your heartbeats slowly began to sync. ”thank you, honey, thank you” He mumbled when you let out a soft hum in response

”I just wanted to do something nice for you. You looked stressed on call” You mumbled to him, kissing his neck enough to leave a slight red mark on it which made him sigh quietly. 

You had been teasing Eric all day, wearing his shirt around the house with just your skimpiest pair of underwear just because you felt like it and you were in the privacy of yours and Eric’s newly bought home. 

So why not give him a housewarming gift?

You waited for him to be finished with the important things that he needed to concentrate on before you started to tease, dropping things purposely in front of him and then bending over and flashing your arse to him when you picked it up.

Whenever you passed him, you'd brush some part of his body, knowing that he’d get that little shiver made you feel excited. You had butterflies in your stomach as arousal built every time youd do it, knowing hed only take so much before snapping and fucking you raw anywhere he desired in the house. 

He was done with you. He caught you in the kitchen and bent you over the kitchen table, pulling your underwear to the side, hiking your leg up onto it and slapping your cunt a couple of times, making you writhe under him and bite back moans because he knew you enjoyed being a slut.

You were already soaking wet and needy for your boyfriend. He pulled his pants down enough to free his half hardened cock, using his saliva to lube it up. He ran it through your folds, teasing you until you were pushing back on him, making his tip catch your clit in the process.

When you did this, he’d spank your arse, leaving a red hand print on it, darkening every time he did it. He spat on your sopping pussy, pushing only the tip in and using his thumb to push down on your little bundle of nerves, feeling it pulse under him.

You whined as he pushed into your cunt up to the hilt, his breath catching when your velvet walls wrap around him like a warm blanket. He kept you propped up and bent over, keeping his hand on the middle of your back as he began to pound into you. His pace erratic like he had something to prove to you.

His thumb never let up from your clit, constantly stimulating it as your moans echoed throughout the house whenever Eric’s cock touched your g-spot. You were in total heaven being put in your place by your boyfriend in your own home, not worrying about being quiet for once, you could be as loud as you’d like.

Eric was loving it too, your pussy squelching and squeezing his cock as your moans spurred him on to keep his brutal pace. His balls hit the globes of your arse every time he would thrust forwards, and audible plap, plap, plap could be heard with your noises and his grunts of pleasure. 

Your arousal was leaking out of you, like a slut but you could not give two flying fucks because you were heading for euphoria, legs quaking as your stomach began to tighten, your hardened nipples scraping against the table, that was shaking under the brute force of Eric’s thrusts. 

Your eyes were rolled back but you suddenly jolted when he, once again, spanked your clit. Your hips jumped and were forced back down ”Awe, can’t take it? But you were the one asking for it all day, weren’t you?”

You tried to answer him back but when you opened your mouth moans came out, high pitched and pornographic. Your legs were trembling, stomach tightening as your walls spasmed around Eric’s cock. You were so close to coming, your orgasm nearly exploding before you were left empty. 

Eric’s cock, once pulled out of you was glistening in your arousal, still hard. He helped you down from the table and onto your knees, you had a fire in your eyes; defiance, but instead, because you were so desperate to cum, you took as much as you could of his dick down your throat and bobbed your head.

Your hand stroking the part you couldn’t take into your mouth, tightening every time you focussed on the tip. The noise was obscene, from both the action and Eric’s mouth, he had never been good at keeping quiet when receiving blowjobs.

You swirled your tongue around his cock, making sure to hollow your cheeks and suck just to hear him whine and whimper because he was sensitive. His balls tightened so you pulled off him, letting him manhandle you back into being bent over the kitchen table. He slid right back into your welcoming pussy, groaning as he filled you up with his cum. 

White, hot spurts filled you to the brim, making you clench around him but not coming just yet, you knew what Eric wanted to do so you let him. You waited until he rode out his climax, your legs still shaking. He hoisted you up onto the table, back on the cold wood, legs spread and pussy so prettily filled with his sperm. Eric wiped his cock and put his boxers back on before settling on his knees, your cunt right in front of his face. 

He wasted no time diving right into it. His lips found your clit and he was instantly sucking it with vigor, never letting up whilst two of his fingers were inside of you, hooked at your g-spot. He ate you out like a man starved, his lower face covered in your arousal. 

He didn’t come up for breaths when he was in between your thighs, to him it felt like home from the very first time you faced your fears and let him go down on you. Your legs were over his broad shoulders, his arms keeping them there as your eyes gazed at his said arms because you loved them. 

Your moans and whines of slight overstimulation were becoming louder with each suck and shallow thrust of his fingers. Your eyes were hazed over and your underwear now forgotten about but you paid no attention because your stomach was spasming, cunt pulsing as your orgasm crashed through you, covering Eric’s face by drenching it in your fluids. 

”oh fuck, m’coming. Oh yeah. Shitttt. Eric, mi amor, please”

You and Pau had been dating for just under a year and not once had you doubted him because he was the most loving man ever because he was raised to be a gentleman. 

Recently, you had been feeling a little bit under the weather but you blamed it on your cold holiday that you had come back from nearly a week ago and brushed it off and got on with your job. You were due on your period but hadn’t experienced any of your usual pre-period symptoms but then again, why did you want to experience them in the first place?

You were sitting at home, Pau just coming through the door holding a bag from your favourite little bakery in the village. You smile when you see his smile, and stand up to greet him with a small kiss to his jaw, lips skimming his scar gently.

He reciprocates the kiss by pressing his lips to yours softly, letting out a small sigh knowing that he was back with you in the comfort of your home that was gradually becoming his too with the amount of things he left over there every time he stayed. 

You hadn’t mentioned that you were feeling ill to Pau because you didn’t want to make him worry when he was having enough stress on his shoulders with training and games but he had noticed, your skin had paled slightly, you weren’t as sharp as usual but he didn’t mention it either, not wanting to make you worry just in case you did feel fine. 

Pau leads you to the table, sitting next to you as you ate together, sharing small stories of your past week or talking even more about the recent holiday you went on. Once you had finished, Pau reached over to swipe a bit of pastry that had stayed on your lip off with his thumb. 

You blushed at his action and continued to eat until you were both finished. 

The days went on and your period hadn’t shown up for the monthly torture and you were panicked because it always came on time like clockwork. You were standing in the bathroom, holding multiple pregnancy tests, hands shaking, maybe you were just overreacting. 

You take the tests and leave them on the sink whilst the timer counts down. You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn't have a baby now, not during the uprising of both yours and Pau’s careers, not to mention the ages of you both, the media would flip out and go against both of you in a second as soon as the caught a drift of pregnancy news 

The timer goes off and you flip the tests one at a time, each time your heart beating faster. 

Test 1 - positive

Test 2 - positive

Test 3 - negative

You didn't know how to feel with the results of the tests so you take another and it comes back positive again. You stand and stare at the tests, eyes blurring with tears wondering how you were going to tell Pau and your family and his family and work too. You were petrified of telling work that you were pregnant because they all knew about you and Pau. 

The next day you pick up one of those tests that tell you an estimated how far along you were and it comes back as 7 weeks, so you backtrack your weeks, wondering when it was and it clicked to you, that night between you and Pau where you had let passion and intimacy cloud any judgement of not wearing any protection, you couldn't believe it.

A small smile was now on your lips when you turned to your side, pushing your shirt up enough to see if there was any sign of a bump yet. You weren't going to tell Pau just yet, wanting to keep this to yourself even though you should really be telling him straight away but you wanted to play a little game with him, see how long it would take him to notice your hints. 

Day one, morning sickness had struck full force, waking you up at sunrise to puke your guts up but you told Pau you weren’t feeling well and it was the bug you had caught off one of your friends. He stayed with you and made you a suitable breakfast for an upset stomach before you two went to work at the barca training grounds. 

The whole day you were feeling nauseous and a little under the weather and somehow now couldn't stand the smell of coffee and it was taking its toll on you already. You had managed to see Pau for a small break whilst you two ate and shared a few kisses here and there, discussing plans for the team and social things. 

The first little hint was you looking at baby videos on tiktok but it didn't cross Pau’s mind because you were always doing that and sending them to him, like today but you were adding little comments like -”us in the (near) far future”- but he just flashed a smile and promised a one day like always, reassuring you that he did want a future with only you. 

A few days later, you had obviously given up coffee and that sort of confused Pau seeing as though you lived off of coffee at work to get you through the long days but once again brushed it off and thought you were cutting down caffeine because it's not exactly good for you and you could drink a lot in one day to keep yourself awake. 

You had even started leaving hints around the house, a few baby related items that Pau’s mama had -accidently- brought over but you had bought them. Now that got him thinking, slowly putting the pieces together until one night, when he had cracked it. 

”Mi Vida, can we talk, please?” He said quietly, nodding slightly to the couch so you guys could have the conversation. You stop what you were doing to go sit down. 

He was already there, sitting down with a shy smile which you reciprocated. He took your hands in his, squeezing them slightly to ground himself before he asked the question: ”A-are you pregnant?” 

You let out a small unintelligible noise and nodded, now the shame of keeping it away from him hitting you like a freight train. You crossed your arms over your stomach and dropped your head.

Pau didn’t like that he didn’t want you to feel like that so he carefully took your hands in his again, squeezing them as he brought them up to his lips, kissing each knuckle before slipping off the couch to kiss your stomach, your barely there bump which made butterflies rise in your belly. 

”Pau, I'm scared.” You admitted ”I’m scared of the media, what they’ll say when the news gets out. What about your career? You’re only eighteen, it's all ahead of you and I've ruined it for you, destroyed your life before it has even begun” Your breath hitched on every word until tears were dribbling down your cheeks.

Pau felt his heart shatter at both your words and your tears, he shook his head and pulled you into his arms. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t worried, because he was. He was terrified of the future and what the media would do to both of you when they got their filthy hands on the story but he wanted to stay strong for you. 

He kissed your head and rocked you gently from side to side, whispering quietly in catalan to you, some words you understood, most you didn’t but you knew that they were comforting because it was Pau and he always knew what to say. 

You sat for hours, talking about the future yet to come with pau and your unborn child, the words becoming sweeter every sentence that tumbled out of either one of your mouths. You shared kisses before you told your families, telling them to keep it on the down-low for now, until you decided if you wanted the public to know.

Pau’s hands never strayed from your abdomen, keeping them there as if to silently communicate with his kid. Despite the situation you and Pau were in, you never let the negatives destroy what you were building, and that was why you loved him so much. 

The weeks were slowly dragging together as your bump became more prominent, every doctor's appointment and Pau was right there beside you. The media on the other hand had clocked it as soon as your bump was seen but you didn’t let that stop you, despite all those comments of “fangirls” sending horrid messages.

Marc had you in between his legs, your back to his chest for what seemed like forever. He had a vibrator on your poor, puffy and over abused clit whilst his fingers were in your sopping hole. He had two fingers curled inside of you and dragged multiple orgasms out of you already. 

Your chest was heaving and hands weak around his wrists in a feeble attempt to stop him. You were writhing (the best you could) and crying in overstimulation. ”Look in the mirror for me, mi amor” Marc said into your ear before pressing a kiss to it. 

You look back in the mirror and your reflection was a mess, then you look at Marc, he had a grin on his face as his fingers continued his ministrations whilst keeping your leg hooked over his to keep you spread open for him. 

Your legs were quivering and fighting to close every second as another orgasm inched closer to crashlanding throughout your body. You could see the obvious size difference to you and your boyfriend, his body shadowed yours as he sat behind you and that made you even more aroused 

You had always loved how tall Marc was compared to you, no matter what, he was always inches taller so his body always covered yours and that had its positives, like right now. He was stronger so he could keep you still as he worked you through another orgasm. 

You were shaking and felt completely spent so Marc removed his fingers to suck them dry, humming because you tasted so sweet to him. The vibrator howerver never ceased on your clit, the continous torture had you folded up, legs kicking as your hips tried to move away from the constant stimulation.

Marc just laughed at your attempt to get away from it ”No, don’t run baby, you asked for this remember, you wanted to try out your new toy, didn’t you?” 

You let out a huff/moan at his words, not confirming or denying them even though you practically begged him to use it on you and now you were choking on your words. You were resting your entire weight on Marc's body, eyes hooded over as your hands were gripping the sheets below.

Marc could see that you were losing energy so he slowed the vibrator down significantly, moving it in circles around your clit before he removed it and he moved you into another position. You were laying down on your stomach, a pillow under your hips to raise them.

Marc rested over you for a couple of seconds, kissing your shoulders “you okay, mi amor? You want to continue?” 

You nod and turn your head to the side to see him more ”i’m good, Marc, i want more, please” 

He smirks and lifts up from your body to remove his boxers, releasing his aching cock, humming slightly when the cold air of your bedroom hits him. His tip was redder than the rest of it, dripping pre-cum. 

You didn't have to look at it to know it was big because it was yours, Marc always made sure you knew he belonged to you. He moved back over you, this time, pressing his tip to your entrance, that was already trying to suck him in. 

He teased you by running his tip through your folds before sinking it inside of you, causing you to choke out a moan into the bed below you. You try to even out your breaths as more of his cock filled you up to the hilt. You were always so full of Marc.

”want me to move, amor?” He whispers and rolls his hips slightly, feeling your walls squeeze his throbbing cock. He looks for any non-verbal cues before you nod your head and whisper a soft ”mhm” before Marc begins to roll his hips, pulling out before thrusting back in with long and deep strokes, making you gasp every time his tip grazes your g-spot.

He watches every expression, especially when he starts to rotate and rock his hips. Your moans got more passionate as he filled you up with every delicious inch of his cock. You couldn’t help but drool onto the pillow below as you blindly reached out for Marc’s hands. 

He grabbed your hands and interlocked them behind your back, still keeping his pace, your legs quivering as you felt your orgasm building hard and fast, pussy still tender from his previous abuse with the vibrator and his fingers but still somehow able to clench around his cock.

”Marc, m’gonna cum” you pant out, cheeks flushed, skin glistening under the dim light with sweat. And when you do, your mouth falls open in a silent cry, cunt clamping down so hard that Marc lets out an audible groan into the bedroom. 

His hips stutter slightly as he helps you ride it out, leaning down to kiss your head, neck and shoulders and not long after yours, Marc’s balls tighten up and his breathing becomes slightly more erratic as he releases his ropes of cum inside of you.

Hector was always the loving boyfriend, taking care of your every need with no questions asked, even during sex, he took you slowly, guided you into your orgasms. He was a person who made sure his girl’s needs got met before his own and you loved that about him. 

You were always the quieter type, more shy than some others but Hector found that endearing, he loved it so you learned to embrace it, opening up more to only him. 

The last couple of weeks had been stressful for both of you, for different reasons obviously and that led to a lot of unwanted tension between you along with the neediness for each other. 

It finally erupted and Hector kissed you harshly, the complete opposite to how he usually was with you and you didn't mind it at all so you kissed his back, your hands gripping his shirt in your fists whilst his hands tugged at your hair, making you part your lips. 

He seized the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth, yours waiting to tangle with his. The kiss was deep and needy, full of lust and desire for one another. Hector broke the kiss for a split second to lift you up off of the ground, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck to tangle in his curls.

Your lips joined again as he walked you to your room, pushing open the door and headed straight for the bed, dropping you on it with a small bounce before he began to strip you out of your clothes, not caring about his own other than his shirt for now. 

He kissed up your legs until he got to your pussy, your underwear still on but a small wet patch visible from how turned on you already were. You squirmed as he kissed you over your underwear. He had never done this before, teasing you and you liked it.

He smirked and pulled your underwear off your body, pussy on full display for him to gawk at whilst he played with her. He lifted your leg over his shoulder and got to work straight away. His tongue dived right in between your folds, finding your clit with eager ease. 

Hector listened to your pathetic whimpers and moans as he sucked on your bundle of nerves. You tried to lift your hips and grind down on his face but his hands around your waist kept you still. He tutted into your pussy 

”Take it, amor, you wanted this, she wanted this” You moaned out loudly and kept your back arched as he ate you out like you were his last meal. 

Hector pulled away for a split second to spit on your pussy, his mouth was covered in your arousal. You were in pure ecstasy when he dived back in, his fingers slipping inside of you, two of them thrusting in and out, hitting your spot when he curled them. 

You were moaning and holding his hair, trying to stop yourself from moving so much but you couldn’t so you stopped and let yourself go, writhing against your bedsheets, arousal dripping out of your sopping hole and down the curve of your ass. 

Hector’s mouth never faltered, he kept locked on your clit every time you’d move your hips off the bed. His arms were keeping you confined on the bed so he could bury himself in your sweetness. 

You were getting close, sweat on your hairline starting to form as your stomach coiled. You tried pushing him away but that gave Hector twice as much energy to keep going, driving you to your orgasm. 

”Tor, please, feels so weird but i need to cum, please” You begged, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks, legs shaking over his shoulders. 

Hector’s fingers were relentless, constantly abusing your g-spot, never stopping even for a second. ”She’s squeezing my fingers, amor, you gonna come? Cover my fingers, yeah?”

You screamed as your body shook, convulsing around his fingers as you squirted. Hector continued thrusting his fingers, making the clear liquid drench his forearm and your mattress under you.

As soon as you had calmed down he removed his fingers, and moved away from you to strip from his own clothes, his cock erect and leaking. He manhandled you into doggy, pressing on your neck to make you arch your back.

He stroked his cock a couple of times as he spread your legs enough to slot himself in between them. He held the base of his cock as he tapped your clit with his tip, smearing his pre-cum all through your folds. 

You whined and wiggled your hips to try to get him to slip it inside of you but you were met with another harsh slap on your ass as Hector continued to tease you, pushing only the tip in until you were whining. 

Hector, out of nowhere, thrusted fully inside of you, making your eyes roll back and toes curl. You moaned out loud as Hector started thrusting in a set pace, harsh, rough and deep, the complete opposite to what he was usually like with you and to say you hated it would be a lie. 

You were squirming and clenching tightly around his cock, his groans were hidden under your sounds, skins slapping on skin, your moans and whines, your pussy squelching as Hector never slowed for a second. ”You like it, hm? God, should have done this to you sooner” 

His words were down right filthy to you and it made you even more needy. Of course he should have dicked you down like this sooner, satisfy your aching pussy like this when you got a bit mouthy with him because you were in a bitchy mood

”She’s sucking me in, amor, so needy arent you?” He punctuated his last question with a particularly deep thrust which made you kick your leg out. That action resulted in you being forced to deepen your arch even more.

You were already fucked out so when Hector decided to start playing with your clit, your legs gave way so he moved his hand from the back of your neck to around your waist to keep you up enough so that he could continue wit his abuse of your pussy.

You were sticky with sweat and arousal by the time your orgasm started bubbling in your lower stomach. Hector was already close to coming, his balls were tighter and his groans got deeper and before you knew it, his cum was spurting inside of your pussy, thick ropes filling you up nicely as you crashed into yours.

You were shaking and panting as you finally collapsed onto the bed in a heap of limbs. You were thoroughly spent and Hector saw that so with a small laugh and kiss on the head, he pulled out of you, letting his cum drip out of you and down onto the bed.

Once again, you and the team had come back from a draining mission successfully and with hardly any fuss it was decided that you would all go out on the piss to celebrate. The clock hit 20:30 and it was time to hit the town. 

you, Soap, Price, Gaz and Ghost enter the pub and you were tasked with ordering and paying for the first round so you made your way to the bar and ordered what everyone had asked for whilst Simon watched from the place he was stood 

You bring the beer back and whiskey for Ghost. You put them on the table and sip on your alcohol. It enters your system and you instantly relax and the others see it too. On base you were liked all around except from your Lieutenant, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. 

It took a while and a lot of convincing for him to come out tonight and to be really honest, it wasn't worth it. He just sat there with his intimidating look, scaring a lot of the half drunk people when they looked over. You rolled your eyes at him. ”Y’know, L.T you need to learn to have some fun, let loose and relax”

He scoffs and looks at you bitterly whilst drinking his whiskey. He doesn't say a word but he sits and stares making you turn your head and start to chat to Soap and occasionally Price. Simon stood up to get another drink, he came back a couple minutes later with a pint of beer. You were already one glass down and on your second.

You were determined to celebrate this win with your whole heart and whole night to continue. You look at your phone and realise it was only quarter past nine, time was going so slow and you couldn't deal with it. 

You stand up and make your way over to the dance floor because why not, right? Right, so you begin to dance with the strangers, let loose and let your muscles relax. In honesty you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing but you were hoping to bag the Lieutenent in your bed tonight 

Your Lieutenant watches over you with hawk eyes making sure no one touches you in a way he doesn't like. He didn't know why he was looking out for you, you could handle yourself (possibly) but you were getting more and more intoxicated by the second with you downing your drinks.

For some reason tonight Ghost had an overwhelming sense of protectiveness wash over his buff body as he watches the way your body moves with the drunken crowd. He didn't like seeing you so vulnerable in front of the men, he knew what men were like when intoxicated.

Now he was moving through the crowd and when he got to you his hands found sanctuary on your hips and gently moved you away from the men and over to the bar where it was slightly quieter and ordered you a soft drink. 

The bartender gets the drink and slides it onto the bar, letting Simon take it and open it, giving it to you to drink before heading outside for much needed air. You shiver once your skin hits the cold British air and Simon just smirks, he would have offered you his jacket, if he had one with him but he didn't need one, typical behaviour. Even a drunk you knew this information.

You stay outside and let the air sober you up along with your water, sipping on it occasionally whilst enduring the silence you had with Simon. There was an unidentifiable tension that had always sat between you two but you never had time to explore it because of work and whenever you came off deployment you'd just go straight home and try to unwind from whatever fucked up mission you had accomplished that time 

Simon had gone inside to tell the rest of the lads that he was going to head home, calling it a night much to their protests to get him to stay. He told them that you’d be going with him because you had already drunk too much and he didn’t want to deal with you being hungover and in a pissy mood all day tomorrow 

He got outside to see you more sober and with an empty cup. He had called a taxi and now he had to break the news to you. ”You're comin’ home with me tonight, whippet” you furrowed your eyebrows before widening your eyes at his statement, somewhat harder to understand now he had drank some alcohol as his accent somehow thickened even more but once your brain registered his words you felt his hand on your lower back, keeping you close to him. 

You didn’t have a rebuttal which surprised Simon a lot, normally you would have snapped back at him and down right refused but you knew better than to argue when you were clearly drunk and in need of some care, even if it was from your stoic Lieutenant. 

When the taxi got to the pub, Simon opened the door for you and let you get inside, standing in front of the open door so you were covered if you accidentally flashed anyone when getting into the car. You sit and wait for Simon to get in. he does, leaving the middle seat half covered because of his thick as fuck thighs. 

The drive was silent, no one spoke but the late night dance music playing quietly through the radio. It felt like forever before the taxi stopped outside of a house. Simon paid for it before helping you out onto the pavement. He steaded you with a buff but warm arm around your waist, letting you sink into his side as you both walked to his front door.

Simon got his keys from his pocket and found the key to his house, he unlocked the door, pushing it open to be greeted with darkness before you hear Riley, his faithful German shepherd dog bark happily, knowing his owner was back. 

You cringe at his barking, the loud sound sounding even worse now that you were drunk. Simon sees your discomfort and gets Riley to stop immediately, apologising silently to you by squeezing your waist as he led you to sit down on his couch. 

His house had minimal decoration, you weren't one to judge because your house wasn't much better due to constantly being at work and completing missions. Simon had disappeared only to reappear with two glasses of water, passing you yours before he took a drink of his, placing it down on the coffee table in front of him.

You were slowly sobering up more, thoughts coming back more coherently. You lean back on the couch, letting out a small sigh of some sort of content. Simon's house smelled of just him and you felt as though you were in heaven, no other scents of your other teammates that lingered. 

Simon noticed your small sigh and a small side smile appeared on his lips before he stopped. He couldn't help but think that you in his house felt right, like his mind was constantly at war because of his troubled past but when you were there, no one else surrounding you, he could think clearly and he struggled with coming to terms that you had a soothing aura around you despite also having a troubled past and mental torment similar to Simon's. 

Simon fetched you a glass of cold water in which you hum appreciated when he handed you it before taking a drink, the water chilling your throat just right as it helped you sorber up even more. None of you talked about the mission because it was dreadful, gruelling and took too much of your mental capacity to think about it. 

Simon also hated the mission but he knew he could deal with it so he used his last bit of energy every time to check on you, let you rest on him on the way back to the base before coming home too. Coming home into civilian life was a struggle to both of you, living not too far from each other you often saw one another, or, seeking each other out for some quiet comfort which none of you would ever speak about. 

He sat close to you, letting you relax by choosing something to watch on his tv, not caring what as long as you were comfortable. ”You can change clothes if you want, lovie?” He asked without looking at you but as soon as his words registered in your head, you practically whipped it around to rebut 

”Ive got nothing to change into, Simon” He doesn’t answer you verbally at first, he just nods his head to the upstairs of his house, silently telling you to go up there. 

”Then you can borrow mine for the night” He spoke gruffly and for some reason it made your heart flutter so you stood and walked, locating his room and wardrobe, finding a shirt to slip on after you removed your clothes. It was obviously big on you but comfy and it smelled like Simon. 

For once you felt somewhat light, like your work wasn’t weighing you down and your mind was quiet for once. You made your way back to Simon, sitting down closer to him, your thigh barely brushing his but still grounding you to present time. 

Simon didnt comment when you walked back down the stairs, body now clad in his shirt and a pair of underwear but his heart had a funny feeling, the same one he always felt around you. His face didn’t show it but he let you sit next to him, noticing the closeness of your bodies and now being able to feel your body heat seeping off of your body. Of course, he had no objections

The tv show played in the background, the light being emitting lighting up the otherwise dark living room. Riley, the dog had settled where he usually did as you yawned. Simon finally looked at you before gently pulling you towards him like he needed you to be his rock, his (not so) temporary home to escape his life.

You accepted it and let yourself melt against his chest, closing your eyes. You felt the slight brush of his chapped lips on your temple, pressing for a short second before pulling away. 

Konig was behind you, thrusting into you with such force you were moved forwards taking Horangi’s cock further down your throat, constricting your breathing each time. You had drool running down your chin, your mascara was smudged and ruined but you didn’t care, not when you were getting dicked down in both holes. 

Every time Konig would push himself inside of you, it felt as though his tip would brush your cervix making you clench around him. Konig was not quiet, moaning and groaning, German words tumbling out his mouth in a jumble. 

Horangi was slightly more quiet, more softly spoken words of praise coming from him every time you gagged around him due to the length and girth of his cock in your greedy throat. He’d wipe your tears and drool, petting your hair whilst Konig gripped your waist for dear life. 

You squeezed your eyes shut when your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It was so intense that the liquids had pushed Konig’s cock out of your hole, pulsating around nothing as your body shook from the after effects of it. 

Horangi was next, holding your head down on his cock as you coughed and spluttered, his cum coating your throat before you swallow as much as you could, the rest dribbling out the sides of your mouth like a vampire who’s just feasted. Your body fell onto the bed, all worn out. 

You could see in your peripheral that Konig had his hand wrapped around his cock, moving it up and down to chase his orgasm. He soon reached it, his cum spurting out onto your ass and lower back, you moaned at the feeling, your pussy still wet and wanting more. 

You feel your body being moved around so you are laying on your side, Horangi laying down next to you, lifting your leg up with one arm whilst the other one lines his cock up with your entrance. You moan as he slaps it against your clit before slipping the tip inside.

You feel something wet from above drip onto your cunt, realising that Konig had spat on your pussy made you clench tighter around Horangi’s cock. He chuckles behind his mask before he pushes in all the way to the hilt. You moan and arch your back as his tip kisses your g-spot straight away. 

He set a soft but deep pace, watching your face and expressions whilst he rocked into you, all whilst the camera in the corner was getting every little detail of you being fucked by your two best friends, all because your boyfriend was a cheating asshole 

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This wasn’t supposed to be happening. You and Kate, well yes, there’d always been some sort of sexual tension between you both since you first met each other but another in the mix? Especially someone you guys were supposed to have in lock up until interrogation tomorrow, that was a whole other level of what the fuck.

The place was empty despite you 3. You were the only one who was fully naked, Kate and Valeria were in their underwear. Well, Valeria only had a bra on whilst she situated the strap on whilst Kate had you pinned up against the wall, one of your legs thrown over her shoulders as she ate you out, the sound of her slurping on your pussy rang through the room. 

You were moaning and whimpering, rolling your hips as you struggled to keep your noises to a minimum. Your back was arched as you played with your own nipples, rolling them in between your fingers and lightly tugging on them until they were hard. 

Valeria watched you be a slut for Kate’s tongue. You hadn’t even had anything inside of you yet and you were moaning like a bitch. The task force’s missions were often long and grueling so you never had time to pamper yourself (orgasms) so you were extremely needy. Your hand left your boob to tangle in Kate’s hair, pulling her impossibly closer to your cunt as you practically rode her tongue.

”That's enough, if the slut wants to cum, she can cum on my cock” You clench around nothing when Valeria’s words registered in your head. She was referring to the strap on as her own cock and it made you weak in the knees. 

Kate gives your clit one last harsh suck before moving from underneath you, helping you stand and move over to Valeria. Your legs were already shaky as Valeria brought you in for a bruising kiss, her hands coming up to cup your boobs as she ran her thumbs over your peddled nipples. The kiss was getting even messier, teeth clashing and tongues licking inside of each other’s mouths. 

Kate had unbeknownst to you, gotten on her knees behind Valeria, teasingly licking and kissing up her thighs until she got to her pussy, licking a wide strip of it making Valeria moan into your mouth and arch her back. Kate did it again, getting the same reaction. Valeria pulled away after the kiss and made you get on your knees whilst she got eaten out from the back. 

Kate loved the taste of your pussy and Valeria’s on her tongue. She pushed it into Val’s hole and ate her out vigorously. Despite the moans coming from Val’s lips, she threaded her hands through your hair and made you open your mouth with a soft gasp. She slowly pushed your head onto the strap on, making you take the fake cock down your throat. 

She made you deepthroat it and keep it there for a solid 30 seconds before pulling you off it. You spat on it and did it again, but this time you bobbed your head, like you were giving a blowjob to an actual cock. You were salivating all over it whilst Kate continued her ministrations on Valeria’s cunt. She slid two fingers into Val’s pussy, her walls instantly clenching around them whilst her mouth now focused on her clit. 

You were jealous that Val was getting to cum while you had to suck the toy, you groaned around the strap on but the two women paid no attention to you because Val was getting close. Kate was amazing at bringing people to quick orgasms because her mouth was unreal and you wanted it back on your pussy whilst you humped her face like a desperate whore. 

Valeria’s body shook through her orgasm, Kate's mouth and fingers never slowing as she helped her ride it out, it was only then when you were pulled off the silicone and positioned on your knees. ”Be a good whore and make Kate cum, hm, then maybe you can cum as a reward, baby” Valeria was ruthless, no matter what but you were lying when you said i didn’t turn you on even more.

You hear her lubing up the toy before she positioned the tip in front of your sopping cunt, begging to be filled. Kate got comfortable in face down, ass up, her pussy in front of your mouth making you salivate and spit on it. The sheer force of Val thrusting the strap on inside of you made you fall face first into Kate’s cunt so you start to tongue fuck her, teasing her hole with the tip of your tongue. 

She moans in frustration so Valeria lands a slap on your arse making you push your tongue into her, mumbling a pathetic sorry as you eat her out. You were panting because Val’s hips were fast, precise and hit the spongy spot inside of you that would make you see stars in little to no time. You were babbling into Kate’s folds as you dragged your tongue up and down, stopping to suck on her clit every time.

Kate was loving it, the pleasure of your tongue on her was helping her wind down, helping her to forget the mission and your task force. You both looked in a state, you being the worst because you were desperate for an orgasm but you knew what Valeria said, make Kate cum first so you push through despite your legs already becoming tired and weakened by the pleasurable pace Valeria was going at. 

Your tongue now was focussed on Kate’s clit whilst you brought your hand up to plunge two fingers into her hole and hook them once you found her g-spot. You kept constant stimulation on her clit and before you know it, Kate was squirting all over your face as chest. Her chest was heaving as she moaned loudly. You kept going when you felt a squeeze on your waist from Valeria ”Good job, baby, now, you do get to cum, how nice is that?”

You beam at yourself, your lower face and chest covered in Kate’s arousal whilst your head swims in thoughts of the both of them. ”S’good, val, want to cum, need it so bad” You whimper as your body convulses around the toy, your slick spurting out with a scream of what sounded like a jumbled mush of Kate and Valeria’s names. 

You were trying to squeeze your legs closed as Val kept going, her hand now finding your clit, her thrusts turning deep and slow, wanting to make you squirt again. You were a mess, face tear streaked, body trembling as you struggled to keep upright. Kate had gotten up to push your chest down to the ground, arching your back and holding it down with her hand whilst your pussy sucked in Valeria’s cock. 

Your eyes were hazy and unfocussed when you choked out another moan of the jumbled names, body screaming in overstimulation from squirting for the second time in a few short minutes. Your body slumped against the floor after you finished coating the cock in your cum. 

You were completely spent but Kate had a better idea, she finished out a small bullet vibrator and smirked. You were fucked, and gods help you if you didn’t enjoy what was yet to come.

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