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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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The Perfect Treat

Pairing: Josh x f!reader x Danny

Summary: Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend.

Word count: 7k

A/N: There really isn’t a plot to this one, pretty much just pure smut and my first fic with two of the guys. It’s not perfectly edited but I had a lot of fun putting it together (so don’t judge too harshly! ❤️). This pairing and idea have been on my mind for a while and needed to get it out of my brain to share it with you all.

As always, I appreciate all the feedback, love, and support you guys give me!

Also a special thank you to @allieboop , @josiee-gvf and @pennylanefics for giving input and support through the process ❤️

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content / 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, oral f! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spit kink, slight choking, some degradation, praise kink, a teeny bit of jealousy/possessiveness, let me know if I missed anything!)

Part 2

“So you think you’ve been a good girl?” The sound practically purred from Josh’s throat across the shell of your ear, just loud enough for you to make out the words.

It was unprompted. Out of nowhere.

Sure, you had exchanged a few steamy kisses and flirty touches with each other within the last few hours, but nothing that would spur on such a question. He knew how you felt about the simple praise, and what it would do to you.

You clenched around nothing, that recognizable heat already growing between your thighs. Your eyes flicked over to Danny, only to see him shirtless and still strumming along on his acoustic guitar while wearing one of the bedazzled cowboy hats that a lucky fan had thrown on stage tonight.

This night was like most show nights. After cleaning and heading out for a couple of rounds amongst you, Josh and Danny had decided to head back to the hotel suite to end the evening. And despite the best efforts among you, Sam and Jake insisted on staying out until the bars closed, leaving the three of you to continue the party in the comfort of the room.

Nothing memorable had really happened. You had changed into a pair of worn sweatpants for the evening. Thirty minutes had passed while you had been scrolling through your phone absentmindedly across the bed when Josh asked the question. You weren’t really paying attention to the content on your screen, just flicking through apps - mostly due to the fact you had been too distracted with your friend sitting on the recliner in front of you.

Everything he did was effortless, excelling at whatever he put his mind to. At most times, you couldn’t decide if it annoyed you or it turned you on. With each drink, he loosened up that much more, giving you more insight into his personality. Nights like these would be filled with laughter and jokes, and tonight felt no different.

So at first what he had said startled you, but when you turned to look into his honeyed eyes, you saw mostly intrigue mixed with something else - something you couldn’t quite place yet.

“I think tonight may be your night,” he whispered, still hanging close to your cheek. His warm earthy scent graced your senses with the proximity of his body to yours. It was almost too distracting for you to focus on what he had said.

But what did he mean by that?

Your brows furrowed in clear confusion, making him respond with a huff of laughter.

He leaned in again to breathe in your ear, as if sharing a secret, “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him all night, sweetheart. This is your chance.”

Every part of your body flushed hot with embarrassment. He was right, and you were caught staring at Danny, too busy to pay attention to anything Josh had said for the past five minutes.

Now, Josh had been well aware of your little thing for Danny, sometimes even teasing you about it in late-night drunken banter while wrapped in each other's arms.

Up until now, you had always brushed it off, chalking it up to just light-hearted joking among friends. But now with the way Josh’s eyes darted between you and Danny, it was telling you otherwise.

Somehow you were able to convince yourself that when it all started that it was just a harmless crush for a friend. Nothing more. Nothing Less. Friendly flirting when the two of you had a few more than you should have.

But as of late, those passing glances started to linger a tad longer than they should. That playful flirting seemed to have deeper intentions than it ever had before.

He looked good.

Really good.

Although you might be able to sneak looks at Danny from time to time and let your thoughts wander - Josh treated you well no matter what. He was a wonderful boyfriend that always made you feel loved and appreciated. Truthfully, nothing was lacking in your intimate relationship. He expressed comfort and security in that, but he also caught that certain glint in your eye when you watched Danny strut off stage.

“Josh-“

He pressed his fingers to your lips, cutting you off, “Shhh, is this what you want?”

What a question.

Of course, you did.

You’ve only thought about it a million times, even before you and Josh had become an official couple.

Danny hadn’t noticed either of you talking yet as he was harmonizing along to a tune with eyes closed in concentration.

Josh took the opportunity to guide you in by the chin for a deep, passionate kiss. Gentle at first with the soft, fullness of his lips before gracing the tip of his satin tongue to your bottom lip. You were quick to accept his invitation which had you melting the second you brought him in. If he had given you the option, you would have taken him right then and there on the bed, but it was clear he had other plans for you tonight.

You tried tugging at his loose curls to keep him close but were able to break away from the loving kiss, making you whine out in frustration.

Danny heard the sounds of you making out and scoffed in disgust, “Would you two get a room?!”

Josh quipped back, “Oh I must have forgotten that this is our room, Daniel.”

Your friend just rolled his eyes, and resumed playing the same riff as before.

Josh leaned back in to speak against your neck, “Start by taking these off for me.” He tugged at the material of your sweatpants.

“I don’t think Danny-“

He nipped at your bottom lip before you could finish, “Let me worry about him, okay? Trust me on this one.”

It was that simple. You didn’t doubt your ability to trust him, but that feeling quickly shifted to anxiousness as he eased off the bed and walked over in Danny’s direction.

“Oh, Daniel! I’ve got a proposition for you!” Josh’s voice boomed, a bit boisterous as he emphasized it with a dramatic clap of his hands. He walked over to the mini-fridge behind your friend, pulling out three mini bottles of tequila.

Always one for the theatrics.

Danny chuckled while fidgeting with the strings of the guitar. “Josh, I swear if you ask me to- “

He trailed off the second he looked up at you sitting on the bed, to watch you slide your sweatpants down your legs.

He’s staring in disbelief as you shimmied out of your clothing. Time seemed to stand still, making it feel like an eternity where it must have only been seconds until he turned around to your boyfriend standing behind him. He swallowed harshly, “…Josh?”

You tossed the pants off to the side but maintained your modesty as best as you could - at least until you knew for sure that’s exactly what he wanted.

Josh had been watching as well, gauging your body language and expressions carefully. When he spotted that playful smile of yours, he leaned in and planted a hand on Danny’s shoulders, cooing softly in his ear, “You know I love to take care of my baby, don’t you?”

His eyes widened but still responded with a single, slow nod while setting down the instrument beside him.

“Spoil her just right with everything she could ever want.” Josh proceeded to wrap his hands around Danny’s chin to pull his focus where it had seemed to drift, back up to your eyes, “Just look at her, Danny.”

The gaze was unwavering as dark lust smoldered within the rich coffee-toned eyes looking back at you. He wet his lip with a sweep of his tongue, knowing just where this was headed.

Josh looked directly at you this time, flashing a wink, “Don’t be shy. Go ahead and spread them for us, kitten.”

Accepting and relishing the control he has over you, you slowly opened your legs to reveal yourself to them. One might think the expression on Danny’s face was one of sadness or even pain with how his brows knitted tightly together while he looked at your half-naked form. You blushed to know that’s the farthest from the truth.

Josh continued, sporting a mischievous grin that is now spreading across his features, “How could you say no to that, hmm?”

There was an instant change in Danny’s breathing.

Your heart was racing erratically, thumping hard against the back of your sternum. You dipped your hand lower, trailing down your stomach until it met your bare clit, giving it a few teasingly slow rolls of gentle fingers. You’re surprisingly wetter than you anticipated as you slip effortlessly through your folds.

Your boyfriend watched with Danny, who is now cast under the spell of your self-pleasure. You watched as his eyes fixated on your hand as you played with yourself in front of both of them.

Josh’s voice remained low, vibrating from his chest against Danny’s back as it fanned across his ear, “Look. She’s practically dripping just thinking about it.”

A soft whimper escaped Danny’s lips, and his hand started to palm over the growing erection hidden under his jeans.

Josh noticed, adding, “And I think you’re the perfect treat for her.”

Before he finally pulled his face away, he licked a teasing stripe up Danny’s flushed cheek, making him let out a deep sigh. The image elicited a low groan from your chest, and you could only wish to have it burned into your memory forever if given the chance.

You settled for slipping your finger inside yourself, hoping that his resistance was sure to dissolve from the action. He saw how you became coated in your pooling wetness, and squeezed himself just a little harder from the sight.

Josh beat him to it, waving two fingers at you in a come hither motion, “Come over here, mama. Show him just how wonderful you are.”

You slinked off the edge of the bed and padded towards them, taking your time with pulling the rest of your clothing off to toss onto the floor.

Danny’s eyes slowly raked over your body in unbridled enthusiasm, and total admiration as you stepped between his legs, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You can’t help the smile with a blush forming that would pinken your cheeks. He seemed hesitant to touch you, so you grabbed one of his hands that rested on his thigh to place it over your breast. It passed over your chest, his fingertips tracing across your collarbones.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered as if he was too afraid to ask. You just weren’t sure if it was because of you or his best friend. Your eyes flicked up to Josh standing behind him, but he just raised his brows, silently giving you the decision to make. While you take the second, his hands have started to knead into the strong muscles of Danny’s shoulders.

You didn’t need to think it over. Kissing Danny had been a thought that passed through your mind often. You gave a nod before dipping down to close the short distance between you. catching Danny’s lips on your own.

It’s delicate, featherlight in a way that’s cautious in movements to not cross any boundaries with you. That’s until his other hand found your hip, and pulled you in closer. The simple touch breaks the invisible barrier between you. His hold around your waist escorted you into a place on his lap.

Your nervousness dissolved when his tongue flicked across your top lip. You welcomed him in, and just as you imagined - He was warm, tasting of the shots of smoked tequila he had drank throughout the evening.

Now, you’ve also thought about straddling his lap like you were doing now. It was clear that those thoughts and dreams would never compare to how he actually felt.

The sounds of unscrewing plastic caps pulled your awareness back to the settings around you, guessing that it was the minis that had been forgotten about on the side table. You broke away from Danny to see Josh handing you one over his shoulder.

“A little liquid courage never hurt,” you heard Josh mumble before taking his own shot.

Without skipping a beat from your absence, Danny’s lips began exploring across your cheek to find that extra sensitive spot below your ear. His large hands rubbed along the expanse of your back, squeezing your ass. You ground against him as his teeth grazed the soft skin.

You took the lip of the tiny bottle between your teeth and tipped your head back, allowing the clear liquor to fill your mouth. But instead of swallowing, you tugged Danny’s bottom lip with the pad of your thumb as you leaned in.

Without a word spoken, he opened his lips, ready to accept what you were about to offer him. Your hands cradled his face as you spilled the tequila into his willing mouth. The feeling of his tongue finding yours again soothed the lingering burn of alcohol.

You sink to your knees, feeling the rough carpeting rub against the bare skin as you placed a hand on each thigh for balance. He quickly adjusted in the chair as you allowed your hands to wander up the length of his legs.

Josh handed Danny the remaining bottle, and he twisted the cap off and brought it down to your lips with his fingers resting under your chin. He slowly poured it in, and you swallowed it down this time when the bottle eventually emptied. You licked what spilled off your lips and he whispered under his breath, “Oh fuck.”

His breath hitched in the back of his throat as you brushed your fingers over him, which was throbbing and straining within the hold of the tight denim.

He was becoming impatient and went to unbutton his jeans until you stopped by placing a hand over his, “Please, let me.”

Josh was too busy feeling across Danny’s rising chest, exploring the smoothness of his skin and how the muscles flexed under the touch.

First, you leaned in to place a kiss on his stomach, following the trail of dark hair with teasing nips and licks until you were met with the waistband of his jeans. You made quick work of the metal button with your fingers, following the action by slowly pulling the zipper.

Admittedly you’re a little nervous, but you were determined to fight the slight trembling of your hands. You’ve thought about this moment more times than you might admit to Josh, or even yourself. There was this sense of mystery to it all. Where Josh loved to show everything off with beaming pride, Danny walked through life with a little more subtlety with his body and sexuality. Well, up until recently that is.

Sure, you were able to catch glimpses of him in the white silken pants he wore on stage, or maybe get a read of how he was in bed by the innuendos and comments he would make. Those moments fueled your imagination to run wild, but even in your fantasies, it was nothing like this.

You were about to find out for yourself.

It’s almost difficult to pull him out of his pants from the position and just how hard he has become within the last few minutes. You gasped at the sight and marveled at how big it looked and felt in your hand. A breathy chuckle leaves Josh as he watches how captivated you had become.

You’re so eager that you don’t waste much time bringing the tip to your lips. Danny sucked in a sharp breath from the feeling of you flicking your tongue along the underside of his shaft. He couldn’t help but writhe beneath you, groaning at each new sensation you gave him, banking it to his memories of you. You hummed as he slipped across the wetness of your flattened tongue, noting how different he tasted compared to Josh.

The cologne he wore - notes of leather and sandalwood mixing seamlessly with his natural scent, only to be paired with the sweet lingering hint of his sweat - was something that would touch your senses as he walked past you after finishing a set.

You nudged his cock deeper toward the back of your throat, making sure to explore every detail with a coaxing sweep of your tongue around him. The hand that wasn’t digging into the armrest of the recliner was weaving through your hair.

You heard Josh let out a satisfied hum along with your name between Danny’s heavy pants and moans.

Your hair kept falling into your face even with Danny holding most of it in his hand. After another annoyed pass of your fingers to brush it away, he offered in a soft voice, “Hey, let me.”

He gathered up the rest of it with the help of his other hand, careful not to pull any of it, and secured it in a loose ponytail with the elastic tie he kept wrapped around his middle finger.

“I think you were always meant to have his cock in your mouth, baby,” Josh’s filthy words floated between all three of you, only spurring you on even more. You believed that he truly meant every word, and with the obscene sounds coming from Danny - there wasn’t a chance that you could ignore the nagging, dull ache between your legs as a result.

“When we are on stage, and I think she’s watching me - she’s staring at you. I mean, how could she not?” Josh admitted as he trailed his hands down Danny’s arms, “Wanting those strong arms of yours to pin her down into the bed and fuck her till she screams.”

He continued, and you listened closely with Danny still in your mouth, “-Imagining that tongue of yours licking up her perfect pussy. I swear I can see her blush every time she sees it.”

He grabbed Danny’s hand off the armrest of the chair and brought it up to his face, “Even these fingers.” He sighed, brushing the tips across his lips before taking the middle one into his mouth.

He sucked the longest digit slowly, causing Danny to groan loudly as he pulled his finger from his lips, and dropped his arm against the chair, “The places she would love these.”

You looked up through tear-dampened lashes to see Josh’s hand wrapping around Danny’s throat in an instant, only to spit the words across his cheek, “I think you’ve forgotten your manners, Daniel.” His Adam's apple bobbed low beneath Josh’s palm. “And here I am, sharing. Open your eyes because you better fucking remember this.”

For a second, you worried that the taunt would anger him, but to your surprise, he seemed to enjoy Josh’s reprimanding maybe a little too much. In fact, his eyes fluttered open as he gripped around Josh’s wrist to keep him there with the other hand weaving tightly into the tresses of your hair.

Josh retreated his hand from his friend’s throat after a few moments basking in the control it gave him. Danny was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back behind his heavy lids but stayed vigilant in obeying Josh’s demand to look at you with all the attention he could.

You bobbed your head down and as you pulled back up, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip pairing it with a twisting motion of your hand around the thick base of him.

Danny cried out a string of broken curses while bucking his hips up to chase the feeling, sending his cock towards the back of your throat.

You fought the urge to gag while Josh giggled at your affect on him and sighed, “Oh I just love it when she does that. Enough to make a man fucking crazy.”

You believed it to be true. As much as he loved being the giver to your pleasure, Josh could never get enough of receiving it- the act quickly becoming one of his favorite things with you. You lived for the sweet, yet lewd breathy praises that sang from his pouted lips while in the throes of ecstasy.

You desperately wanted to keep going - to feel and hear him be completely consumed by the feeling of your tongue around him- but you could tell that Danny was already beginning to unravel as you pushed down the length of him. You swore you could feel him harden a touch more in the addicting warmth of your mouth.

Josh also noticed how close to the edge his friend had become.

“Careful, love. Don’t want to make him cum just yet.” He tsked between his teeth, “That would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it.”

Even though Danny would agree to the sentiment, a sound of pitiful frustration rumbled in the back of his throat.

You reluctantly pulled him from your mouth, creating a thin string of saliva that connected him to your lips. He leaned back in the chair, throwing his hands into the long mane of perfect curls and he attempted to control his breathing.

Your boyfriend stroked his best friend’s messy hair before tugging it back in a tight fist, all so he could whisper across his parted lips, “Oh Danny, we are just getting started.”

Although you had stopped working your mouth on him, your hand continued to stroke him with the wetness collected around his cock. You loved how thick it felt, how each pass over the head caused the precum to drip out slowly, and how he shuddered with each expert flick of your wrist.

He could finish right here in your hands if you weren’t careful. A fleeting thought of wanting to see his cum paint your naked chest and face entered your mind, but you decided to stash that idea away for another time.

“Please…please…I-I,” Danny whimpered in whiny, pathetic pants as your hand slowly pumped over him.

“What do you want, baby? Ready to take a ride on this pretty face of his?”

You blushed again from the lewd offer muttered from Josh’s lips.

When you bit your bottom lip with growing anticipation, he smiled back at you along with a simple tip of his chin, signaling you to the bed behind you. Before you could even stand to walk in that direction, Danny rose from the chairs and lifted you up while bringing your legs securely around his waist as he made his way over there himself.

His hands found a place under your ass and you could feel his cock press between your legs with each long stride across the room.

You dared to peak over his shoulder to see Josh taking his place in the recliner. He smiled back at you, flashing a wink just as Danny searched for your face once more.

“Is this really what you want?” He mumbled onto your lips before pulling them into a hungry kiss.

You gave your confirmation with a nod, sending your pitchy consent through a moan into his open mouth.

He spun around and fell back onto the large bed behind you, taking you with him so you tumbled onto his body. You squealed from the sudden drop but the shriek quickly bubbled into giggles as soon as his hands trailed up your sides.

You felt his muscles flex under your palms as they made their way up to his chest.

Sweat had started to collect around his forehead and temples in tiny beads, and they glistened under the soft lighting of the bedroom. He looked so beautiful and ethereal, yet here you were - ready to defile his face with your depravity.

As if he could read your mind in that exact moment, “Sit on my face, y/n. Just let me feel you cum on my tongue. Please. I need it.”

You let out an airy laugh, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

You crawled up his lean body, placing kisses along the way, and hovered just above his mouth - close enough to feel the warmth of his breath tickling across your sensitive core. You hesitated for a second for your focus to break from him to look at Josh sitting before you.

He was feeling himself through the thin material of his pants, just as Danny did minutes ago - perfectly content in being the one to watch you enjoy yourself.

You wanted to say something to him but Danny ripped the thought completely from shoving you onto his face. His strong, long arms wrapped around your thighs, with a tourniquet- like strength, acting as restraints to keep you secured in place.

A pitchy moan escaped through your lips the second his velvet-soft tongue rolled across your already swollen clit. He hummed to himself as he tasted you, lapping you up in slow, languid movements.

“Oh…fuck, “ you whined, falling forward with nothing to catch yourself. Your hand dove into the thickness of his hair, pulling it slightly from the scalp enough to send a growl vibrating into your pussy.

You were using the now frizzy locks as makeshift reigns for balance so you could start rolling your hips against him.

“There you go. Fuck his face the way you’ve always dreamed,” Josh sinful proposal made your cheeks rub feverishly hot and chest tighten.

Was he enjoying this as much as you?

In the cloudy haze that was attempting to draw the curtain in your mind, you looked up to see him pulling out his hardening cock from his pants. Knowing you were watching and how much you loved seeing it, he began to pump a loose fist over himself. He took his time stroking himself, appreciating the sight of you.

He was leaning back in the chair, prideful in the scene that was unfolding, the way you were getting off, how breathtaking you looked in your glow of ecstasy before him.

Danny suddenly shook his head aggressively beneath you, and by doing so - caught your clit with the prominent bridge of his nose. His fingertips were pressing hard enough into the supple flesh of your thighs that they would leave small bruises for the following days.

“Danny… oh my God!”

It was the first time you screamed his name like this. It felt foreign at first when hearing it ring in your ears, yet still natural as it shot through the dense air.

Josh stood up from that, cock still in hand as he walked over to you. Once he was in reach, his other hand drew you in with a firm hold around your jaw. He kissed you with more fervor than before, abandoning his usual way easing you in. His tongue dancing across yours as Danny’s flicked rapidly across your clit . The combined feeling was enough to overwhelm you entirely.

It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to begin building in the pit of your belly. Josh could see it, knowing you better than everyone. It’s the way your breathing becomes uneven, how that little crease between your brows forms to even the vibrant glow of your flushed chest.

You felt his knowing smirk form against your lips, “Is he taking care of that pretty pussy of yours? Treating her just right?”

You let out a fucked-out sigh as your only response, your mind already fogging thick with desire. You wouldn’t be able to form a coherent thought if your life depended on it with the way Danny was circling your clit into his mouth.

He heard every single word, which would only make him more determined to really live up to any expectations you might have had.

That was Josh’s plan after all.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, but Danny didn't cease the movements of his tongue for a single second. He was dragging you down, and where you released him so he could regain his composure - he was not going to return the same favor in this moment.

“Let it happen, sweetheart. I know he has you right there.” Josh’s soothing saccharine-sweet voice sang like a soft melody in your head.

You can’t fight your body’s needs any longer, and the first orgasm of the night envelops you entirely. Your hands pull at his hair. crying out his name while he refused to let go of his hold around your legs.

Everything around you felt like a quickly fading dream. The details of the room were blurry, like you were looking through a steam fogged glass.

You’re only given a few seconds to come down before Danny turns the both of you, flipping you onto your back across the mattress.

There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system to be drunk, but you certainly felt it from how intoxicating it was to feel Danny on top of you like this. He bit the thin skin of your collarbone before trailing across your chest, showering your breasts with opened-mouth kisses.

He was worshiping you with every blessed second he was allowed. You tilted your chin up to see that Josh had found his place back in the leather chair.

You purred at the feeling of Danny sucking your nipple into the inviting heat of his mouth, diving your fingers into his hair while he rolled over the sensitive bud with his tongue.

Josh pulled your attention back to him, “I can see how bad you want it.” You whimpered back at the sentiment, and he added, “Don’t make her wait too long.”

Danny’s cock had been brushing against your inner thigh, still almost painfully hard while his lips were preoccupied appreciating every inch of your body they could find.

With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he slipped his hand between you to wrap it around himself.

He guided his coclk through your shared wetness, teasing the head right above your over-stimulated clit. “Is this what you’ve thought about all this time?”

Your heart was still racing so wildly within your chest that you feared it might explode. You squirmed under him, and wrapped your legs around his waist to hook around his back. Your body had a mind of its own with how you lifted yourself up to chase the need.

His hand pushed you down by your hip, “Aht! I want to hear you say it.”

Danny was right there. Pressing himself right at the entrance of your pussy, making you ache for him more than ever before.

You were becoming delirious with each passing, excruciatingly long second. You whined put, desperate for anything, “Yes…yes! I’ve thought about it, Danny!”

He giggled, letting you know it was just him. That you were experiencing this with your closest friend. He finally pushed into you which made you both gasp as it happened. Instantly, you were more than thankful that he had taken care of you first with how much he was already stretching you out.

Everything was new. The musky scent of his skin, the way his long hair tickled across your face, the weight of his body pressing into yours, to how each inch his cock filled you out.

Danny cursed as he bottomed out inside you, following it with a deliberate upward roll of his hips. He huffed against your cheek, “Are you the one that’s spoiled or is it really him?”

You knew Josh heard the question from the sudden change in volume of his whines. Up until now, he had been quiet with his ability to maintain his control. You can’t see him, but you are aware the rhythm of his hand has sped up as well.

Danny smiled, deciding at that moment to put on a show, even if you wanted his body to stay close to yours. He lifted himself up on his knees and guided your legs from his waist to a new position over his broad shoulders.

The new angle he created caused a strangled cry to rip freely from your chest.

He coated himself with each measured thrust. With the ease of how he slid into you, his eyes fluttered behind his lids just as his head rolled back, “You feel so fucking good, y/n.”

“Fuck her like you mean it, dammit. I promise she’s not going to break,” Josh hissed in irritation. Which you knew he wasn’t, it was just that he just knew what you really secretly wanted.

It did what he intended, flipping that switch inside Danny. Up until this point he had been easy, gentle and even cautious with you. Almost too sweet in a way.

In a split second it took to toss you around, you found yourself on all fours facing the headboard of the bed. He wasted zero time as his cock dragged through your folds once before plunging back into you with a forceful snap of his hips.

His hands dug into your hips, making your back arch for him. Your weight was placed on your elbows, pressed into the bed as you gripped tightly onto the linen sheets within your curling fingers.

He sent you lurching forward each time the head of his cock slammed into your cervix. The sounds of Danny’s heavy breathing and slapping of his thighs into yours filled the room. Just like he predicted, you were now trying to bite back the screams into the flesh of your arm.

He was probably right about how you wouldn't break, but it appeared that Danny was determined to push you to the point where you just might.

In a daring move, you peered over your shoulder in a search for Josh, only to find him tugging Danny in by the jaw to place a forceful kiss. You spotted his tongue flicking across his friend’s lips just before diving into his mouth in an effort to taste you for the first time tonight.

Your boyfriend pulled away and hummed in satisfaction to himself, licking across his own glossy lips to savor what was there, like he had just taken a sip of an expensive wine, “Mmm…she’s so delicious, isn’t she?…Like the sweetest of peaches.”

Even though his thrusts have slowed with Josh’s close presence, the force behind each one hasn’t eased so you can’t prevent your head from falling into the plush blankets. Your boyfriend’s soft fingers brushed over your ass, tracing over each of his favorite curves on your body as he walked alongside the bed.

You were having a hard time believing that you had actually seen this before your very eyes, all while Danny was still buried deep inside you.

Josh removed his clothes and found a place at the head of the bed in front of you, sliding himself beneath your body while sweeping the stray sweat-dampened hairs that had clung to your forehead.

“You miss me?” His voice was faint with the familiar softness making your heart skip.

Each powerful thrust makes you jerk forward, but you are able to sigh, “I did.”

You brought your lips to his twitching cock. He deserved the reward with how patient he had been with you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it just as badly.

Your tongue kitten-licked under that sensitive spot under his perfectly, pink tip - that was now resembling the rosy shade of his puffy lips. You knew everything he liked, and what drove him to the very edge. He was adamant to tell you each time you took care of him like this, and it didn’t take long for you to have him at your mercy.

“Fuck…” he groaned, letting his head hit the headboard. “I know I certainly missed you.”

If you were to look up to him, you would have seen his brows knitting together, lips parting with a blush that pricked his cheeks.

“Josh… I-“ you cried breathlessly, pulling him from your mouth. It was becoming impossible for you to concentrate with Danny slamming into you at this relentless pace. You tried your best to keep a hand around him but you couldn’t help your forehead falling against his thigh.

In your listlessness, he petted your head with what could only be described as pure affection, the praise floating freely from his lips, “You’re doing so good taking us like this.”

Danny twirled your hair around his wrist and pulled back, yanking you upright on your knees so you were flushed against his chest. He taunted with a distinct gravelly tone in his voice, “Does he get to fuck you like this? Rail you hard enough until you can’t fucking speak? Or is that why you need me to do it?”

That was certainly new.

Josh glared back at the man behind you, eyes darkened and brooding, “I think you’ve had enough, Daniel. Don’t forget that she’s mine.”

Possessiveness was a trait you rarely saw in Josh, if ever, and this was the first time he allowed any hint of jealousy slip through, but with the playful smirk trying to pull at the corner of his lips threatened to reveal his bluff.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Danny rasped in your ear before releasing his hold on you, sending you forward to fall onto Josh.

You winced from the sudden emptiness of him drawing himself from you. You weren’t going to live with the feeling long, because with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you found your place on his lap. He was quick to welcome you back with roaming hands as you straddled over his legs.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away for long,” he giggled across your lips as he brushed his nose against the side of yours.

You broke into laughter, teasing him, “I think it was you that couldn’t stay away from me, Josh.”

“You’re not wrong.”

He allowed you to take control - even if you were really the one to have it all along - and you took his length in your hand. He shuddered from your touch, and held his breath as you eased yourself slowly onto him.

Even from Danny, you needed a few seconds to adjust to the size of Josh stretching you out as he bottomed out inside you.

He groaned when you started to rock your hips slightly, “Fuck… I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

Danny stayed close behind you, stroking himself as his lips ghosted across your shoulder and neck. His knuckles brushed against your back with each pass of his hand over the head, and you knew he was so close from the raggedness of his breathing.

Josh’s thumb swept across your cheek, “How did he feel, baby? He everything you imagined?”

Your shyness immediately resurfaced, and all possible answers seemed to evaporate from your thoughts. He sees your hesitancy but doesn’t drop the topic, “Go on, tell me all about it.

It was too much for you to process, and a part of you worried about upsetting Josh if you were to be truthful. But in an effort to please him, you squeaked out, “…He felt so good. He’s so…”

Josh smiled when you eventually trailed off in thought, watching you as you became lost in your own blissful world all while bouncing on his cock..

He knew. He knew how Danny made you feel. How he filled you up and fucked you the way you needed.

Josh also knew that with him, you felt complete. He was made for you. He was intuned with every part of your body, fitting together like a lost key to a lock. He had spent time learning, and exploring you. Your pleasure to him would always be priority and if it meant sharing you in this way would give that to you, he would do it every night without a second thought.

From all this time together you could see Josh was getting close. He fought through it, trying to mask the obvious tells as he continued, “I think Danny boy would like to know what you think. I know you can be a good girl and tell him.”

Another praise mixed in with the stroke of his friend’s ego.

And Danny was quick to pick up on what your mouth couldn’t form.

“Did you like being a slut for my cock tonight?” Danny leaned forward to breathe into your hair.

It wasn’t something you expected him to say to you, but it was impossible to deny how it made you feel. It fit him rather well.

“Watch it,” Josh snapped back through gritted teeth. You noted to yourself that you would be sure to tease him about his protectiveness over you even in the roles you were all playing.

Danny simply ignored the threat, “Oh it’s true though, isn’t it, beautiful? I’d say you’re quite the little deviant with how you sucked me off like that, how you fucked my face…how you screamed my name.”

There was no point in denying his words. It was the truth and Josh was just as aware of it. You clenched around him knowing that you would be making this up to him somehow…at some point soon.

Danny’s hand wandered around the curve of your hip and traveled down between your legs to circle around your clit, making sure that it wasn’t forgotten. The pressure from the pad of his finger rubbing over you with the sinful glide of Josh’s cock against that delightfully hidden spot was too much for you to bear.

Danny was playing you better than any instrument while Josh’s lips found that vulnerable little place tucked below your ear. Whenever your strained legs couldn’t keep up, Josh’s hips lifted to compensate.

You weren’t able to keep the wall of your next climax from tumbling down around you. Josh fucked you slowly through your second wave when it fell, riding through the tightening around him. It isn’t until you come through to the other side that you realize you’ve completely soaked his lap.

Your name filled the air like a sweet song, sewn together in a string of curses from Josh’s mouth. He followed soon after, faltering under the pull of his own release.

He spilled deep into your pussy, nestled in a part of you that was always meant to be his. A silent agreement between the three of you. With a final squeeze of his hand around himself, Danny followed soon after, splattering the swell of your ass with his warm cum.

Every hot, sticky breath panted from kiss-swollen lips. Every shaky tremble of straining limbs. Every point where your bodies touched. It was all overwhelming your senses…and you weren’t alone.

You all basked in the surprisingly peaceful moment, coming down from your collective high together for what felt like hours until Josh broke the comfortable silence.

“I told you she was into it.”

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EVERY INCH 3.

4.4k words, m!ghostface x f!reader

Every inch 🔪 Every inch 2

SUMMARY: Ghostface watches you and calls you. He gets bored, and one of your friends gets killed. You try to swear ghostface off, but he stalks you. You want revenge. A/N: THANK YOU for all the love. Masked Ghostface, inspired by canon gfs & night walks. HC who you want. Enough recap in the first paragraph to read as a one shot. WARNINGS: I8+ noncon p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, choking, degradation, slut shaming, drugs, creampie, noncon breeding, phone sex, masturbation, knife play, a modicum of canon-typical plot/violence. Gf calls himself daddy. DEAD DOVE. NO USE OF Y/N. Starts in GHOSTFACE POV.

You aren't doing yourself any favors by thinking about him every time you get off. You should get on tinder. Go on another date. Get a boyfriend. But there's too much now. You've got a video of him whimpering with his cock out after you had your way with him, and a picture of him with cum all over his robe a minute later. And then there's the mirror pic he took in your bathroom. He's behind you, holding you naked in front of him. There's a look of arousal on your face, and you must be so ashamed, but you keep coming back to look at it every night. . .and you're not the only one.

Ghostface air dropped it to himself right after he took the pic. You should really be more careful with your settings. And your blinds, and your curtains. But you don't wanna be more careful, do you? You've got everything the cops could need to put him away. You even had his DNA, and you kept it to yourself. Allll to yourself. And you’d like to have more of it, wouldn't you? It's fascinating, really, how bad you want his cock.

You haven't heard from him in weeks, but he still comes by every once in a while. He sees your neighbor check in on you, and you keep looking at the time on your apple watch until he leaves. He sees you try on your slutty Halloween costumes– your backside looks best in that tight ass nurse dress, but god damn, your tits in that pleather. What a pretty pussy you are. Meow. He sees you get dressed for bed, and just in time.

You check your phone and glance out your bedroom window before you take out your vibrator. Ghostface takes out his cock and lifts his mask to spit on it. This is his season, you know. You must think about him all the time. Every time you see one of those phony Stab costumes. Every time you carve a pumpkin. He lets you get a head start building to your climax. God damn, you want that cock, and you do an awful job hiding it when you see the call from a restricted number. You look at your phone, biting your lip, and let it ring for a few seconds before you wet your lips and answer it. But you don't say anything. Ohh, playin’ hard to get, are ya?

Ghostface admires the stiffness of his cock in his hand and strokes it while he watches you try not to speak first. It's quite the game of chicken–at least a full minute of silence. He breathes heavier as he strokes himself, and then he hears the buzz of your toy.

"Mmm, good kitty."

"What do you want?" Your breathing is heavy, too.

"Wanna know how bad ya want this cock."

"Is your cock all you think about?"

He breathes a laugh. "That'd make two of us, wouldn't it?"

You scoff, still touching yourself, teasing your clit with your vibrator.

"Yeah that's it," he pants, and you arch your back. "Come for daddy." You come so fast it's pitiful.

You're easy. Too easy. He's getting bored.

You're a bad, bad girl, and he wants to find out how bad. You know, he's never much cared for your "friend" Marla. He suspects you don't either, based on the way you tense at her hug in the bookstore.

—-----you-------

A DILF cop comes by your house. Must be new to the force since you've never seen him. You're used to them checking on you. The COP asks if he can come in, probably trying to be thorough, you think. But he asks you to take a seat, and he sits down next to you on your sofa. When he has trouble meeting your eyes, your pulse quickens.

He knows. He must know somehow. He knows you're a sick fuck who has phone sex with ghostface and gets off to his dick pics every night. Maybe he even knows you fucked him. He might even know you forced him. You're blanking on excuses if they find the photos in your phone. The cop leans forward and his biceps strain the short sleeves of his tan uniform. He wrings his large, veiny hands as he turns his head to look at you. Finally, his big brown eyes meet your gaze, and he tells you, "He's back. Got a crime scene down the block"

The relief lasts about ten seconds, and then you don't have to feign your horror. The blood rushes from your head to your pounding heart. You foolishly thought his killing days might be behind him.

"Officer. . ."

"Call me Javi."

"How do you know it's him, Javi?" You challenge him.

"You really wanna know?" He raises his eyebrows at you.

"It's him, sweetheart." He puts a big, warm hand on your upper back, then slides it up to squeeze your shoulder. "Got someone who can stay with ya?"

You take a few seconds to answer, then whisper, “yeah.”

"Well, if not . . . " he sighs and leans way back on the sofa to reach into his uniform pants for his wallet. "Got a pen?"

He writes his personal number on a business card and leaves it with you. As you let him out the front door, sirens are wailing.

Later, you see the crime scene online. Marla isn't just dead, she's stabbed, slit, and bled dry. The water runs red in the fountain you pass every day on the way out of your neighborhood. A needed reminder of the sicko you’re dealing with.

Over the next few days, you delete the ghostface photos and the video. You get a call from a restricted number and don’t answer it. You get a text from an unsaved number: don’t tell me you thought I changed.

You delete it. When you’re leaving the neighborhood one day, you spot Javi in an unmarked car. When you get to your destination, you text him “why are you following me?”

Like a boomer, he calls you instead of texting back. You don’t answer. Then he replies, “Why don’t you have company? You shouldn’t be alone.”

You send back, “If I have company, will you leave me alone?”

“I can give you some space, sure. But I have a job to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keeping you safe.”

—--

You’re not going to let ghostface control your life. You don’t know what would happen if you ran into him now, and you try not to think about it, although you do find yourself going into the trash folder on your phone to look at what you deleted. You make plans to go out with friends. It’s the first weekend of October, and there’s a huge Halloween festival. You put on your nurse costume.

An hour before your friends arrive, your doorbell rings. You look at your app and it’s Javi. Well, this is awkward, you think as you finish pulling up your black, thigh-high fishnets. You answer the door and let Javi in, trying not to let your eyes linger on the way his arms stretch his sleeves. You decline to sit down.

“Look, if you’re gonna go out, you should carry this,” he says, then looks you up and down and his gaze lingers on your cleavage. You clear your throat. He swallows and gives a subtle smile like yeah so what? “Gonna wear a purse?” he asks.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You roll your eyes.

You reluctantly change into the cat costume and wear a bat purse. You go out with your friends and everyone gets way too drunk. Your friend Sam gets in an altercation after a frat party, and your other friends have to restrain her and walk her home. You’re tired and you don’t want to deal with it. You insist you’ll be fine since you’re armed. You decide to walk a couple blocks before you order your ride home so you can wait somewhere with more people around.

—--ghostface—-

You filthy little slut. Are you enjoying yourself? Ignoring him, playing hard to get, acting like you’re not flattered, then teasing him, prancing around Woodsboro looking like a handjob costs $20. Walking alone through an alley – you really are a dumb bitch, aren’t you?

Ghostface knows where you’re headed. He’s seen you take this route before, so he gets ahead of you and waits. He’s vaping in the shadows behind a fire escape in the alley. When he hears the click of your slutty boots, he hits send: a dark alley? lmao. He hears the ding on your phone and the click of your heels slows down right before you reach the fire escape. no point running, he sends. Then he brings the vape pen under his mask and sucks in a mouth full of smoke, and your phone illuminates your face and your eyes widen.

—--you—--

The alley smells like weed. You’re reading the texts when ghostace appears from behind the fire escape, coming at you with his robe flowing behind him. He only has one glove on. His gloved hand grabs your throat and he pins you to the wall. You choke and gasp for air. He tilts his mask and a small amount of smoke billows out of the dark mesh at the top of his long, black mouth. He eases up on your throat only to move his hand to your jaw and tighten his grip, squeezing your cheeks to keep your mouth open as the smoke billows thicker and closer. His mask is only an inch from your mouth. You close your eyes and breathe in, and as he releases the smoke into your mouth, your clit throbs. You've got butterflies in your chest, being close to him again. You cough.

"Good girl," he says as he relaxes his grip on your jaw. Then his knee nudges your purse out of the way and wedges your thighs open.

“Bet ya miss me more than Marla, don’t ya?”

If only he wasn’t right. There’s a fire burning in the pit of your stomach just being close to him. But Javi will probably be here any minute, and you need to put up a fight so they won't be onto you. You abruptly knee ghostface in the groin. He grunts and falls backward only slightly.

"Bad kitty." He takes you by the throat again as you try to fight back. “Bad, bad girl.” He hasn't brandished his knife, but you know he has it. You can't get your gun out quickly enough. You look at your phone and it flies out of your hand as Ghostface grabs your wrist.

He lets go of you and picks your phone up off the ground, then walks away, robe trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.

You try to follow him, but he loses you. The audacity–he shotguns you, gets you all riled up, takes your phone, and leaves you, just assuming you won’t do anything about it. Assuming you’ll chase him. You think about the fountain scene. You think about him leaving you. Rage eclipses your desire. If you see him, you might actually shoot him. Now all you have is your metro card to get home, and luckily you’re close enough to the train station.

–-

Scattered groups of drunk college students stumble around, bicker, and laugh.

The train doors are open and you jog to make it in time, just barely squeezing in before the door closes behind you. The car is full, but not packed. A Freddy Kruger makes room for you, and you stand with your hand braced on the pole. You get a message on your apple watch, meaning ghostface must be in bluetooth distance.

always wanted to see you on the pole.

You look behind you, and there he is, sitting at the back of the car. You should run, but you’re gonna get your phone back at the very least. There’s too much damage he could do with what’s on it. As the passengers finish unloading, you discreetly open your purse and put your hand on your gun, then set your sights on ghostface, who’s manspreading and sitting back. The only other company in the back of the train car is a Michael Myers who looks to be passed out drunk.

You take out the gun and turn the safety off as you approach ghostface in your slutty cat costume. He pulls back his head and cowers in an exaggerated oh, i’m scared move. He stays quiet, for once.

“My phone,” you tell him.

He looks around, pretending like he has no idea what you’re talking about.

“Now,” you order and put your finger on the trigger. He takes a phone out of his pocket, but it’s not yours.

“What the hell’s wrong with you,” you ask. The train jolts and you’re propelled onto him. You brace yourself with your free hand on his strong shoulder, and when you feel his hard muscle, butterflies swarm to your core. If he isn’t going to offer up your phone, you’ll have to find it yourself. You press the muzzle of the gun into his neck, through the fabric of his mask. He freezes. You reach under his robe and pat him down, finding nothing in the front pockets of his jeans. You should check his back pockets, but first you grab his crotch while you’re at it and laugh when he’s semi-hard.

“Cock’s the only thing you’re good for, and this is what you’ve got for me?” His mask tilts down, watching you grope him. You savor the feeling of control. “Worthless,” you spit. Desire bubbles between your thighs as you feel him harden in your grip. Fuck it, you’re gonna take him one last time. You don’t want the last memory of all this to be him dominating you in your bathroom. You wanna go out on top. You fumble with his button and zipper with your free hand, then command, “Take it out.”

He tilts his mask at you, then looks behind you as though seeing who’s around.

“No one’s looking,” you mutter. “Stop fucking around.” You hold the gun to his neck and he urgently takes his hard cock out. You reach down for it. It’s thick and warm in your hand. “Don’t feel half as big as ya look on camera,” you tell him. “Pretty sad.” You spit in your hand and reach for his cock again. “So desperate for my attention,” you mock him. “You’ll do anything, wont ya?”

This is fine, you tell yourself, You’ll tell the cops he forced you, and then you’ll even have his DNA, and they can catch him, and this can all be over. . .after one last ride.

You put your knees on the seat on either side of him. You hover over his cock and use your free hand to run the head through your dripping folds, then you sink onto him and bottom out with ease. His cock twitches against your walls, and a shiver races down your spine. Your nipples harden, visible even through your pleather top. The sheer arousal pisses you off. He feels too good. A man like this doesn't deserve to be so good at dicking you down, without even trying. Without doing anything. You move up and down him, and he does exactly nothing. He knows it gets you off. You hate how full he makes you feel. You resent the incomparable pleasure that will linger in your mind, in your whole body, for days. Maybe forever.

He moans soft enough that the voice changer doesn't pick it up. You wince at the sound of his humanity.

Something comes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you tell him as you bring yourself down on his cock again. . “I don't wanna hear your voice." You raise yourself up. "I don’t wanna know who you are." You roll your hips into him. "I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about you at all," you bite, fucking yourself on his cock, dripping wetter and wetter. You keep degrading him as you fuck him. "You’re nothing to me." In your lower belly, a climax is building. "You’re a faceless cock. Always have been.” He sits motionless as you ride him harder. Maybe it was the weed, but you can’t get enough.

When the train reaches the next stop, you tug down your dress as much as you can and sit still on his cock. You hide the gun between your bodies.

Your watch dings with a notification–an unsaved number.

how's the 🍆

A shadow eclipses you from behind, and you hear the snap of a picture. Your face goes ice cold.

"Oh you're a reeeeeal bad girl, aren't ya?" The real ghostface says behind you. All the hair on your body stands up, and your heart pounds as you look at the costume in front of you. The lack of gloves, the quality of fabric, the jeans under it. The cock of a stranger twitches inside you and the gun shakes in your hand. "What the fuck," you mutter. You start to get off the man, but the real ghostface slams you back down on him.

"Oh don't stop now, kitty. "

He holds you down on the man's cock. "Lovin’ this Halloween special. sure he is, too. Ain't ya, buddy?"

"What the hell’s goin' on," the man mutters in a regular voice.

You’re about to berate the man for deceiving you. "You let me," then you feel the heavy weight of the gun in your hand and stop short, shame rushing into every blood vessel of your body.

"Better finish what ya started," the real Ghostface says. "A happy customer won't snitch, right brother?"

When you don't move, Ghostface says, "god damnit," then squats down and wraps his arm around you. "Do I have to do everything?" He lifts you up a little, so the man's cock almost falls out, then drops you back down. He lifts you up and down the man's hard cock, and it's horrifically erotic having Ghostface fuck you on another man's dick. The real Ghostface cock is hard against your back.

Ghostface adjusts his grip and grabs a tit as he forces you up and down. The man’s Stab mask tilts down, watching his cock disappear into you again and again. Your lips part, and a moan slips out.

"Oh, you filthy, filthy girl," Ghostface chides.

"Shut up," you snap as Ghostface sheaths the man’s cock with you again.

"Gonna cum for him, pumpkin? Milk his cock?"

No, God no, this random guy can't cum inside you. Your body stiffens and you shake your head no.

"Oh, c'mon, kitty."

"No," you whimper.

Ghostface sighs in exasperation and one of his arms leaves your torso for a moment. Then he points his knife at the man you're riding. "Ten seconds."

Ghostface holds the knife to your throat as he keeps manhandling you on the guy's cock, counting down, "ten," he lifts and lowers you, "nine," stuffing you with the man's cock, "eight," and he's only at "seven," when the man flattens his back and arms against the subway seats and shudders as he lifts his hips into you. Ghostface forces you down, and you cry, "no," drowned out by the man's groan as he cums. You moan at his pulsations. It's sick, disgustingly hot, getting pumped full of this stranger's cum on a subway car with Ghostface holding a knife to your throat. Your spine arches and you begin to convulse, milking the stranger’s cock just like Ghostface told you to.

"Hellll yeahhh." Ghostface gropes your tit. His cock twitches against your back. He addresses the stranger, "She's hot for a serial rapist, right?" as he lets your weight fully down onto the man. He lets you push yourself off the man, and ghostface holds you by your neck so you won't run. As the man's cock flops sloppily onto his open jeans, Ghostface tells him, "now get the fuck outta here." The man in the ghostface mask is still zipping up his pants when Ghostface adds, "this one needs a real big cock." Then Ghostface asks you, "don't ya, pumpkin?" And takes the man's seat.

The train comes to a stop and as the man scurries out of the subway car, he warns other riders not to board the car. He’s removing his mask as the train pulls away, but you don’t get to see him. Ghostface takes the man's seat and hikes up his robe, revealing his pj pants. He takes his cock out and manhandles you onto his lap. You hover. You're not about to hop on his dick, but let’s face it, you’re not gonna put up a fight, either. You're tired. You're confused. You're horny as hell. There must be something in that weed.

Out the window, everyone is staring as the train slowly pulls away.

Ghostface hikes your dress all the way up and stares between your legs with the stranger's cum seeping out of you.

"Look at this mess," he catches the cum with the flat of the knife, cool against your folds. He slowly drags the knife toward himself, then angles it up toward your mound. Then he takes the knife off you. He wraps his hand around your ass and the handle of the knife rests against your skin. “Now sit on daddy’s cock.”

He lifts you onto his cock. He hesitates with his tip notched at your entrance, and you twitch with need. Then he pulls you down, and his thick cock stretches you – a pleasant, easy stretch – as you sink onto him. He's bigger than the cock you just had.

"What's my favorite movie?" He asks, then begins to move you on his cock. He holds you still. You're dying for friction. "Strangers on a train," he answers for you, and you ignore him. "Hitchcock's overrated,” Ghostface says. “Now I've got my *own*.” Great, he took a video, too. This is bad for you, really bad, but all you can think about is the big, hard cock inside you. He's still not moving, and neither are you. Your clit is throbbing. You begin to rock your hips as the train slows down .

Ghostface slaps your ass with his bare hand. "Made for the screen, baby." His hips begin to move under you, finally. You close your eyes, feeling his thick shaft pump in and out of you, sliding with ease through the other man's cum. "Sure can take a cock." He feels so fucking good. Why did he have to kill again? Why can't he just fuck you? God his cock feels good. "Bet ya coulda taken us both," ghostface says and his cock twitches inside you. "Ohh, fuck." The train stops. He puts down his knife and takes the gun from you. "Yeah, this hole could take two, no problem." His crude words are making you throb more. You feel people watching from the train window, and your face is hot, but you can't get enough of this cock. "Maybe that's what this filthy cunt needs. Two cocks." Your walls twitch around him. "Ooohhh, like the sound'a that, don't ya?" You feel an orgasm building in your gut. "Hell yeah, dirty girl."

The train leaves the station again. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend.” he brings the gun to your face. He prods your cheek with the muzzle. Then nudges your lips open and you groan in protest.

"Give it a kiss, pumpkin'" You pull your head back and turn your cheek. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Your vision is blurry. Your body is dizzy with pleasure and adrenaline. Ghostface gives up on putting the gun in your mouth. He drags the cool metal down your face, around your neck, to your back, then keeps dragging it down. Then he slouches down in the seat and adjusts your angle on top of him, pulling you tighter against his chest.

His massive, ungloved hand lifts your ass cheeks out of the way and spreads you wide. He brings you upward, letting most of his cock out, then you feel the cool metal at your dripping entrance. He wedges the cold muzzle of the gun into your pussy right alongside his cock. "Yeah, take it, kitty."

You groan as he pulls you down on his cock and the gun. What has he done to you? Why is this so hot? "Yeah, knew ya could take two cocks." To your horror, you find your hips rocking. "Fuck yeah," he growls. The barrel of the gun is cool against the back wall of your cunt, and your hole is squeezing his cock tighter now. He wriggles the gun around in a circular motion against his cock. "Ohh yeah." The train speeds up. "Hold on tight," he warns. He begins to manhandle you on his cock and the gun. You're on the edge. Your asshole tightens and tension swells in your core.

"Fuck," you whisper.

He feels it. "Yeah, that's right." You hold your breath. "Cum for me, pumpkin, or I'll make you into pie." Your climax overtakes you and you wince as you clench around the gun and his cock.

"Goooood giirl," he says with your body jerking around his. "There's daddy's little slut." Wave after wave hits you and your cunt squeezes him and the gun. He holds you tighter against him and lifts you enough to slide the gun out, leaving your exhausted cunt looser around him. “Yeah, plenty’a room for two.” You're still having aftershocks. They're not fading, like another one could build. You reach for your clit. "Needy, needy cunt." You rub yourself and he rocks you on his cock until you cum again.

"Hell yeah," he moans when you clench around him. Then he erupts inside you with a groan. His cock pulses against your walls as his warm spend mixes with the other man's. "Yeahhh." His cum goes on and on. "Fuck, yeahh."

As soon as he's finished coming, he pulls you off his lap. He tucks his cock back in his PJs. The train rolls to a stop.

He pats your lower belly. “Won’t know who's the father," he chides, "but at least ya know who's daddy."

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Now that you know what happens, it's a solid re-read. Especially when reader is degrading him 😭 lmk your thoughts when you come back to reread too, it's not weird lol.

THANK YOU FOR READING. If you want another one, reblogs make all the difference!!! I appreciate comments, too. 🖤🖤🖤 but reblogs get other people to read it which helps a lot, no matter how small your blog. It also affects the algorithm. If engagement is good, that helps guarantee a next one. If it "flops" compared to the first two, that's discouraging.

if you liked this smut, check out raider Joel meanwhile.

Also BTW gasolinerainbowpuddles is responsible for giving me the kink of degradation about unknown paternity starting with the fic liquid gold which is amazing.

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