cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT
thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc youâre on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but thereâs just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. heâs not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.
âcâmon, mama, let me in.â he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.
on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, heâd love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but itâs 7 am on a monday morning and he couldnât wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.
you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesnât seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesnât feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you donât love that this is hurting you.
âshh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?â he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.
âthisâll help with the cramps, iâm doinâ my little slut a favor, honey.â
heâs not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.
he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing âFUCK!â into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrotherâs huge cock inside you. this wasnât how you imagined fucking him again, though youâre ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, heâs at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.
he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. just be a good girl, your big brotherâs already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.â he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he canât exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. âjust me and not that limp dick boy thatâs been following you around.â
after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course youâre so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.
âaw, look sweetie,â he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. âitâs your favorite color!â
you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafeâs got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and heâs probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in wardâs cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.
rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.
âhmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but thisâll be enough for now, right?â
you donât care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that heâs almost sad that it wasnât on camera.
the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.
cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), donât think too hard about this
you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.
the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, youâre just waiting for tashiâs taped interview. her match already ended, youâre still heartbroken that you couldnât be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.
âyeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. Iâm so grateful to have them, and all my fans.â she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.
itâs a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.
you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.
your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didnât keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.
âhey, babe, what are you watching?â she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.
you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, âmy gorgeous wifeâs interview, obviously.â
she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. itâs slow and drawn out, her trip wasnât long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the âhome videosâ tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.
âweâre not even married yet, stupid.â
âand what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?â
tashi gives you the most loving âwhat the fuck are you high onâ look, âthen iâd say that iâm suprised it took this long.â
âso no shotgun wedding?â you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.
âdonât act like you donât want a big wedding, you big baby.â she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.
the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you canât help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.
ânice ass, Tashâ â you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.
you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.
âyours is nicer.â she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.
âif you say so.â
âi do say so.â
your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesnât even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesnât escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.
you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.
tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, âyou just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.â
you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.
âyeah yeah, tashâ. iâll get it all in my mouth this time, i swearâ.
because you know if you do, sheâll be taking YOUR strap.
cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŠâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), donât think too hard about this
you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.
the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, youâre just waiting for tashiâs taped interview. her match already ended, youâre still heartbroken that you couldnât be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.
âyeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. Iâm so grateful to have them, and all my fans.â she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.
itâs a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.
you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.
your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didnât keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.
âhey, babe, what are you watching?â she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.
you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, âmy gorgeous wifeâs interview, obviously.â
she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. itâs slow and drawn out, her trip wasnât long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the âhome videosâ tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.
âweâre not even married yet, stupid.â
âand what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?â
tashi gives you the most loving âwhat the fuck are you high onâ look, âthen iâd say that iâm suprised it took this long.â
âso no shotgun wedding?â you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.
âdonât act like you donât want a big wedding, you big baby.â she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.
the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you canât help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.
ânice ass, Tashâ â you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.
you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.
âyours is nicer.â she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.
âif you say so.â
âi do say so.â
your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesnât even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesnât escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.
you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.
tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, âyou just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.â
you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.
âyeah yeah, tashâ. iâll get it all in my mouth this time, i swearâ.
because you know if you do, sheâll be taking YOUR strap.
cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŠâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŠâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŠâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai