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husbandhoarder · 2 months

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I would honestly devour any best friend brother Chris smut you felt like giving us 🙏🙏 having to sneak around and shit? Omlllll pretty please! This is where his stealth training began mwuhahah - a full time Chris Stan (23)

bestie… im so sorry for the time this took!! i truly can’t believe i don’t have a Chris smut up yet WHAT TOOK ME SO LONG??? this definitely won’t be the last because i have so many thoughts abt him, i promise ill get more of them turned into fics eventually!! <3

bfb!chris x afab!reader

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disclaimers; smut, no use of y/n, oral (reader receiving), reader implied as being shorter than chris, but that’s all!! going back to the classics (yes oral is a classic in this house of filth) for our first chris smut 🫶

word count; 4.4k (little longer than intended, consider it a treat 😌)

“We shouldn’t-“

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” He says it every time you sneak him in through the back door, mumbling after a shy ‘Hi’ as he fumbles to take his grassy shoes off on the tiny welcome mat. The first time he said it he sounded a little guilty with a sheepish smile tugging up his lips that were still wet with your kiss. That time you nearly agreed, nearly sent him back through the garden gate, but now he only says it in lieu of asking if you want this too.

It’s easier this way.

It was already nearing midnight when a conker ricocheted off your window, a small ‘plink’ noise that startled you to turn. You straightened up your sleep mused look in the mirror before hastily pulling the curtains open, leaving enough opportunity for another to be thrown in impatience but this time you saw it strike, thrown from the alleyway down the side of your house and the neighbours. You couldn’t help but smile as you pushed the window open.

Chris was standing on his side of the fence, tucked down the walkway that was long overgrown with grass so unruly you could barely see his beat up sneakers. In one hand he held a palm full of conkers gathered from the horse chestnut tree that towers next to the Redfield home, and in the other his house keys dangled from off his finger. Broad shoulders rest back against the outside of the house, surely getting some brick dust on his white t-shirt but he didn’t seem to care as soon as he locked eyes with you.

“There you are.” He breathed a sigh of relief, pushing away from the wall and throwing an arm over the fence with his chin propped atop it. “I didn’t know if you were in.” You can barely see him in the low light, squinting tired eyes to get a good look at the smile you could hear in his jovial tone.

“Were you waiting for me?” You asked quietly, checking instinctively over your shoulder as that nervous tick began to make itself known. It was like a nagging reminder at the back of your mind, the need for cautiousness that comes with secrecy in a way you can’t ever avoid. But the threat of being caught with him was never enough to overpower the butterflies you get when you hear his deep voice, the thrill of anticipation for his tepid touch.

The chill of the night air started to creep in around you, tickling down the back of your neck as you peered out the window, gazing down at the boy. He shrugged, shoulders hiking up to his ears before relaxing again.

“I uh, waited for your light to come on.” He simpered, dropping the handful of conkers to the ground where they would wait until the next night he beckoned you. “Is now a bad time?” His brows knit together with his question, lips twitching like he might frown if you were to deny him. Your airy giggle echoed between you and you shook your head.

“Never, I’ll unlock the door.” The window closes with a click and the curtains are drawn once again, bubbly excitement blooming in your chest as you jog down the stairs with loose slippers nearly tripping you up. As you reach the bottom step you swear you can hear the clatter of the garden gate, Chris’ inelegant way of handling himself not making an exception for secrecy. Always a bull in a china shop, that boy.

He’s at the door before you even get the key in the lock, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands shoved in his pockets. Now the light can finally catch him, a golden candescence over strong brows and cheeks, catching the slope of his nose and the upturn of his lips. Part of you is tempted to leave him on the doorstep for a minute longer so you can continue to admire that handsome face but the other part of you is already boiling over with impatience. It’s like his ears prick up once the lock goes.

You don’t manage to get a word in once the door is open, a greeting dying on your tongue as Chris rushes in and nearly bowls you off your feet. Strong arms wrap around your waist and pull your body into his, crowding you with the linger of cigarette smoke poorly hidden under spicy cologne. Letting out a timid titter as your temple bumps against his broad chest you crane onto tiptoes to wrap your arms over his shoulders and return the hurried embrace.

Chris’ head falls into the crook of your neck as best as he can manage and his shoulders drop, tension melting away from him having stepped into your warm hold with his sigh of relief rolling over your skin. You shudder and tap twice on his arm to encourage him to step back, needing to close the open door that allows the chill of the night to flood in, the cold that gradually creeps into the corners of the room.

“Chris,” you mumble under your breath, “the door.” There’s a hint of irritation in your tone but it fizzles into a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes, feigning annoyance with a curt huff all while smiling irresistibly. He slows as he secures the latch and toes his shoes off, a suffocatingly long pause.

His lips move as if he is about to say it, like the words get caught in his throat and stall there. But this time he just coughs to clear his throat, thinking better of himself.

“Do you want this?” He asks, approaching you much slower this time but without his usual bashfulness, chin up and eyes bright. You must have been quiet for a beat too long because his look of confidence nearly crumbles before you speak.

“Of course, why else would I have let you in?” You grin, playful sarcasm seeping in. You were thrown by the lack of a ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ or a ‘we have to make this quick’. Usually Chris has to get it out there to clear his mind, to indirectly ask for the reassurance only you can give him, it has been that way ever since he began sneaking over here to see you. But tonight something is different.

His shoulders aren’t as slouched and he isn’t hunched over himself like it’ll hide him from sight, there’s an air of confidence about him that you’ve been trying to coax out for weeks and his voice is clearer, finally more than a raspy whisper. Though you don’t mind the rasp all that much anyway. He’s assured, he knows that he wants you and he knows that’s okay.

Chris strides closer to you, invading your space in a way that isn’t unwelcome, now shining with the kind of bravado you’re used to from the boy. He hums and takes you by the hips. “Don’t know,” he muses, closing the gap between you. “Maybe you just missed me?” His voice drops as he bows closer to you, deeper, more gravelly like he knows it’ll send a shiver down your spine.

Resting your palms against his chest you lean in closer, tipping your head back a fraction to look up at him. There’s a small cut just next to his chin, clean shaven, just to look nice for you. “Maybe. Though you were the one who wanted to meet like this?” You retort, stifling a pleased hum when he squeezes your hips tighter and tucks his fingers under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You’ve got me there. Aren’t you gonna invite me upstairs?”

It’s a bit of a fumble, eager and giddy as you both scramble up the stairs with his hands refusing to break away from you, bubbling laughter as you drag him to the room at the end of the hall. He knows where it is, your houses are identical in layout only inverted and regardless he has been here many times more than he should’ve. You wonder how you haven’t been figured out yet. Every time your parents are away for the night Chris fills the silence that would otherwise linger in the house, and how no one realises he is gone from his own room eludes you.

Your bedroom door creaks as you push the boy inside, wincing at the grating sound that rings out. He only laughs. “You still haven’t sorted that out, huh?” Chris scoffs, impatiently waiting while you switch off the ceiling light in favour of the small lamp that sits on your bedside table. Perhaps a little late to set the tone but you still see him bristle with anticipation and clench his jaw.

“It’s a damn good job no one else is home, can’t sneak around with that giving us away.” He says, each word laden with playful derisiveness. You know what he’s doing as he always says something of the sort, filling the tense silence with something of little meaning to stop himself from lurching at you before you have a chance to open your arms and welcome his advance.

But as soon as the door closes he’s on you, crowding you back against the wall with one hand on your waist and one beside your head. You watch his throat bob as he swallows a nervous gulp, blown brown eyes almost engulfed by enlarged pupils and cheeks dusted a subtle pink that's hard to catch in the low lamp light. Your hands cup his cheeks and his warmth has you muscling down a shudder, alight with excitement.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris mumbles, his hot breath fanning over your lips that upturn to a smile before you speak. “Always.”

A similarly broad smile pulls at the corners of his mouth before he surges forward for you. It’s slow at first, doting like it were his way to tell you just how much he missed you, but gradually his hand shifts around to the small of your back and his fingers push under the hem of your shirt. His kiss is hasty, hungry, and the press of his lips is suddenly not so gentle.

With one hand on your waist and one resting in the arch of your back he pulls your hips into his, forcing you to crane onto tiptoes so you can feel the bulge in his blue jeans. A gasp stutters out from the back of your throat but doesn’t deter his kiss, an intrusion of tongue past parted lips that makes tingling heat shoot through your veins.

Your hands mimic his and find his hips, hooking your fingers into his belt loops so you can urge him closer, rolling your hips up into him. He smiles against you and through the echo of your pulse pounding in your ears you just about hear a low groan.

Chris begins to walk you backwards toward the bed, pulling your waist ardently to coax you to follow his slow steps back. It’s an art that you’ve gradually mastered together, no more stumbling over the other's feet, a gasp that forces hungry lips to part. No, you let him lead as his kisses stray along your jaw, all sloppy and imperfect.

The backs of his legs hit the edge of your bed and you push back at his chest to encourage him to lie down, a gentle, pressing touch in lieu of spoken instruction. But Chris is quick to turn you both. With his unwavering hold on your hips he commandeers you to switch around, guiding you to lie back when the pits of your knees meet the edge of the mattress.

“Not this time, angel.” He drawls, huffing a small laugh as you fall back to the sheets with your arms outstretched, a small bounce on the cushions before he climbs over you. Guiding your legs to part with a small nudge from his knee he situates himself in the gap, caressing down your thigh and hooking your knee over his hip.

“I uh, want to try something else with you, s’that okay? ‘Want to make it all about you.”

Chris’ tone wavers with a type of shyness that only comes out around you, a want to please that makes him suddenly diffident.

A nervous titter tumbles from your lips, hands reaching to tentatively rest on his shoulders and soothe over the backs of them up to his nape. Some of the tension he is holding melts away as he slumps closer to you, sighing and nosing along your jaw.

“Hm,” you muse, pretending to dwell on the suggestion just to see him get antsy, bucking his hips up into you. A stifled groan thrums in the back of your throat, feeling the weight of his hard cock laying against your thigh. It makes your heart beat a little faster, stomach twist a little tighter.

“Of course.” Pushing back at his shoulders to make him unbury his face you trail a hand up to cup his cheek, finding his skin hot to the touch and doe eyes blown wide with a far-gone stare. “What do you need me to do, baby?” The pet name spoken in your gentle tone makes Chris shudder and you can feel the goosebumps bristle up on the back of his neck.

“Nothing. Just lie back for me, please? Let me do this.” His untamed eagerness spurs him on with a burst of energy, one hand making itself busy pushing your little sleep shirt up your stomach. The pads of his fingers are tepid as they meet your skin, a slight rougher than your own but not unpleasant as his touch climbs higher and higher, tucking beneath the fabric greedily.

“Okay, okay.” You smile, eyes pushed to squint by high cheeks. You settle back into the pillows without any protest and listen to the rustle of the sheets as Chris shuffles downwards, face level with your navel. Hot breaths curl down the slope of your hips and the pert tip of his nose drags against you just lightly, making your breath hitch in your throat.

The first kiss feels like a buzz of static, a wet press on the low of your stomach right above your waistband. Without thinking you arch toward him with hips rising from the mattress. He mutters an airy laugh with a breath that laps over you, clicking his tongue against his teeth and pinning you back with large palms that teasingly glide over your sides.

“I know, I know.” Chris hums, feeling your bristle of impatience beneath him as his fingers hook under the frilly band of your shorts. “Just wait for me, angel.” Curling his grip around the fabric he painstakingly slowly begins to drag them off with chaste kisses following the same line down your body, a scattering of affections over your hips and waist.

Tucking your knees back lets Chris make quick work of throwing the shorts aside, hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs as you plant your heels into the sheets. A lopsided smile tugs at the corners of his lips and the look in his eyes is nothing short of adoration. He’s entranced.

His gaze climbs up the inside of your legs and he unthinkingly catches his bottom lip between his teeth, freezing in a moment of infatuation. Bearing down closer to you he lies on his stomach with hands sliding around the plush of your thighs to guide your ankles over his shoulders, resting crossed below his nape.

Chris murmurs something under his breath, an admittance masked by a sigh. Tipping your head down to glance at him you card a hand into his hair and comb back loose strands of chestnut brown. It’s a little longer than when you last saw him and he’s neglected styling it but with it falling scruffy over his face like this it’s oddly handsome, boyish, like in his rush to see you he didn’t care for his usual neatness.

“Hm?” You encourage with a gentle tug on his hair. “What’d you say?” Glassy eyes flick up to your face and he rests a burning pink cheek against your thigh, pressing his face into you. He titters quietly.

“‘Said you’re beautiful.” Chris simpers, draping a line of damp kisses up your skin. His hand trails a tantalising line along your leg, starting by your knee and turning inwards, a warm touch drawing closer and closer to your bikini line. “All for me.”

Ardent heat washes down the back of your neck, a bristle of bashfulness that has you shying away from him. Your head lolls to the side and both hands cup over your face, poorly masking a nervous laugh. Chris stills with hands squeezing you tighter and a seemingly objecting sigh fanning out of flared nostrils.

“Wait.” He utters, dragging you down the sheets toward him. A small sound of surprise punches out of your throat, sounding much like a yelp. “None of that, angel.” His voice comes much like a grumble with the corner of his lip twitching in a near frown. “‘Want t’see you, please?”

Another giggle into the cup of your palms, one that fizzles into quiet as you pull your hands away, instead framing his face with a delicate touch. He lights up immediately with that boyish grin that makes your heart skip, cheeks pushed high with his smile and eyes seeming to shine in the dim light.

“There you are.”

Lacing his fingers together with yours he rests your joined hands on your hips and hurriedly returns to kissing and sucking at the inside of your thigh. Little grunts rumble in his chest as he goes, peppering firm, wet kissing over soft skin, sucking discoloured marks as his ministrations work higher to more erogenous spots.

You can’t rush him, you know you can’t but god his enamoured doting has never felt so much like torture.

“Chris…” You say breathlessly, squeezing his hands rather impatiently and again arching toward him. “Please?” You mimic his desire. “We don’t have all night.”

A grumble thrums against your thigh, hot breath curling along the bump of your cunt. You watch him glance at the wet spot in your underwear, fabric darkened by your arousal, and nod slowly. He knows you’re right but one of these days he swears to take as much time as he wishes to wear you down with every little ministration he can, every kiss drawing you closer and closer to desperation. One day.

One hand leaves yours in favour of hooking under the fabric while he bears close enough for the tip of his nose to graze against you, making you shudder. Chris hums through a smile and presses a sloppy kiss there, glancing up at you through his lashes and beaming wider when a drawn out whine fills the air.

“Sorry, angel.” He tuts with little sympathy in his tone. “Didn’t know you had it in you to be so impatient.”

You don’t manage a rebuttal before he’s tugged your panties away from you, looping them off of your ankles and bunching them into his fist. He shoves the balled up pair into the back pocket of his denims before leaning back down to you.

Both hands come back to take yours in his grip with fingers threaded together and joined hands resting along the line of your hips. You mumble a playful jab under your breath but Chris doesn’t care for you to repeat it, wasting no time in bearing close to you and licking a firm stripe up your cunt.

A wash of heat courses through you, jumping up your body like the bounce of static and you can’t help the high keen of a moan that gets pulled out of your throat. His haste becomes apparent, quickly building a rhythm of laving his tongue just like that, messy and spitty and hungry. It makes your toes curl.

“Oh fuck…” A curse strangled behind a moan, hips bucking into the boy's face involuntarily as he surges closer greedily. He squeezes your hands and his eyes flick up to your face to take you in, the way your kiss bitten lips rest parted and eyes squint in the corners, staring with a far gone look before his eyes flutter shut.

The flexed tip of his tongue teases around your hole and shallowly dips in, a groan rumbling into you before he drags his chin up again to seek out your clit, left glistening in the smear of spit. With a gentle suck he closes his lips around the sensitive bud and again your hips jolt up from the sheets, a jolt that you can’t seem to control.

It’s a mindless action, a subconscious compulsion to chase the pleasure he gives you, the warm waves that send shivers from head to toe. The muted wet noises that ring out should make you want to squirm but they only cause that flickering flame to burn a little brighter knowing he’s so indulged, unabashed and eager in every kiss.

Timid moans of his name fall from your lips in muffled chains, some a high whine and some a sighing groan. All his and all ringing loud in his ears to spur him on.

Drawing back for a second you see that same dopey grin on his face but now strings of spit dribble from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, a mix of your arousal and his hunger. But he only takes a terse breath before ducking back in, continuing with fervent licks, your wetness awash over his tongue and making his mind foggy with solely want for you.

His hands squeeze yours tighter, almost too tight as he pulls himself closer. The pert tip of his nose presses into you and squishes back against his face but as he unabashedly laps at your hole but he doesn’t so much as realise, entranced by the heady taste and the dull throbbing behind his jeans that controls his every desire. He’s rutting his hips into the mattress, searching for even a hint of delicious friction.

Chris nods his head and his nose catches your clit, sending a static shock bouncing over you that has you throwing your head back and crying a moan. Your mind is hazy and your body buzzes with a kind of bliss that blinds out all other senses, a coil knitting low below your stomach, tighter and tighter with every sloppy lick.

Your thighs begin to quake where they rest over his shoulders, muscles tensing as you clench on his tongue and unknowingly dig your nails into the backs of his hands. He huffs a heavy breath against you but doesn’t relent, laving another stripe up and flicking his tongue over your clit at long last. You have to bite your lip to stop the scream that wants to tumble free, taking heaving breaths in to try to pace yourself but you’re hurtling toward the edge, toes curling and back arching off the bed all the more.

“Chris-“ It’s a plea, both warning and asking. “Chris!” He keeps on steadily, closing his lips around your aching bud again and suckling with just a little pressure, enough to send a tingle up your spine. You can feel it wanting to snap at any second, wound so tightly that you find yourself gritting your teeth with eyes screwed shut.

Just a little bit more… Another firm flick of his tongue and white light blinds you behind your eyelids.

It’s nothing short of nerve numbing. You lose yourself in the tingling bliss that makes your body jolt and throat sing a lewd cry for him, hips rolling upwards against his face as he continues his desperate ministrations. Chris doesn’t even slow his sloven licking as you squirm beneath his touch, making you walk the line of too much, of a near overstimulation that makes the fire in your gut spark unkindly.

His name fills the quiet again and you could swear that your throat will be horse from whining it so many times but he still doesn’t stop, lapping up your climax so desperately that you can hear the messy suckling ring in your ears. You try to shuffle back up the sheets but he chases your movements, unwavering and grunting a complaint.

“Chris-“ You whine through gritted teeth. “Please I can’t- I can’t take more…” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own as you stutter between panting breaths, your tone laced with a gentleness that almost sounds worried. You bend your leg back and push at his shoulder with the ball of your foot, squeezing his hands three times in quick succession. It seems to wake him up.

The boy is a mess. When his head pops up from between your legs you’re met with a glistening smear of salvia and your orgasm all over his lips and chin, even a small shine on the tip of his nose. He’s breathing just as heavily as you if not heavier but the look in his eyes is so accomplished, ecstatic even. He looks so hopelessly pleased with himself.

“Sorry, angel.” Chris gulps, licking his lips. “You’re so… You taste so good.” He utters the admittance thoughtlessly with a mind so cloudy that he too needs to come back down to earth, lost on the same high. His words make your gut twist all over again; those damn butterflies.

“Was that okay for you?” His hands let go of yours, now marred with little crescents just below his knuckles from your iron grip, and track up to cup your face. He thinks you look so sweet this way, with wide eyes and shaking pupils, knowing it’s his doing. You nod slowly as if trying not to rattle your mind too much.

“Mhm. God, I don’t even know what to say.” You smile, words blooming into a quiet laugh as you take in the sight of him, an uncontrollable giggling that’s bubbly and light. He looks puzzled for a second, brows furrowed with a crease of a wrinkle between them and eyes drawing narrower.

“What?” He huffs, bemused. “What’s funny?”

“Please wipe your face, baby. You look… Well….” You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as if he can’t see that you’re smiling with appled cheeks and bright eyes, still tittering behind your palm.

He’s almost offended for a second, recoiling back with a shocked expression. Chris grumbles something you can’t quite decipher and reaches back to fetch out your bunched up panties from his jean pocket. He makes a show of unfurling them and bringing them up to his face, watching your expression twist, unbelieving of his boldness.

“Fine… That better?”

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husbandhoarder · 2 months

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would you write a threesome w leon and chris… because… like maybe leon is your (older,,, like death island) boyfriend and he introduces you to his friend chris!! and idk you three end up having a threesome (consensual)… and you’re embarrassed because. you’ve never done this before n you’re all clingy with leon (maybe daddy kink??) n he’s like comforting you as he and chris fuck you at the same time ?!?!?

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: your boyfriend leon wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend chris.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, double penetration, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, dacryphilia

word count: 6.6k

a/n: thank you anon for sending this idea, it's right up my alley fr. also thank you for sending it again after i fumbled the bag the first time🤭🫶. the next threesome fic will be coming soon, i just ended up having more inspo for this one lol. hope you guys like it. reblogs and comments are super appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

“I’m just saying I think you both would really like it if you gave it a try,” you say, a bright smile on your face as you walk up the path to your and Leon’s shared place. Him and his friend trail behind you with equally pleased looks, the friend in question being Chris Redfield.

“No way. I did try it, and it was boring. Slow and drawn out. Also, it’s so unrealistic,” Chris says.

“Booooo. It’s not even slow. Stuff happens in like every single episode, at least in the early seasons,” you argue in an attempt to convince the pair to watch one of your favorite shows, “I just think there’s a lot you guys would like about it if you weren’t so impatient.”

“Babe, it’s got like, what? Over five seasons? I don’t have that kind of time,” your boyfriend replies.

You playfully roll your eyes and unlock the front door, stepping inside followed by the two men you were with. “Whatever. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go change cause this skirt is like super itchy,” you tell them.

Before you can walk away, you feel a familiar palm swat your ass. “It’s like super cute though, shows off those pretty legs,” Leon teases, his tone affectionately mocking.

You whip around to shoot him a glare, face hot with a mixture of emotions, mainly embarrassment with a pinch of arousal.

“Leon,” you whisper, giving him a look that says not in front of Chris.

He simply chuckles at your quiet protest and shakes his head with amusement, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead before sending you off. You catch Chris’s gaze as you turn to leave. To your surprise, he isn’t rolling his eyes or visibly wishing for the two of you to get a room. He’s smiling. His expression is different from the one you were used to seeing on Leon, but it still held the same patronizing adoration that soaked your panties in seconds.

Brushing it off as your imagination, you scamper down the hall to the bedroom. You hum to yourself as you drop your skirt and kick it into the laundry. Rifling through your drawers to find something more comfortable to wear, your hands search through some different clothes before settling on a pair of loose pink shorts. After pulling the soft garment over your legs, you look in the mirror and then decide to slip your bra off too.

Sure, some people would frown on that move, but you were in your place and it’s not like Chris is a total stranger. He was one of your boyfriends closest friends. You’d hung out with him and Leon together multiple times, and from what you gathered, he was pretty cool. It’s not like the two of you were best friends yourself. Like your boyfriend, he was quite a bit older than you. But just as you bridged that gap with Leon, so far it seemed like you managed to bridge it with him too. To say the least, he didn’t strike you as the type to have an episode over your nipples peeking through your shirt.

Unbeknownst to you however, while your thoughts lingered on the men down the hall, their conversation centered around you as well. They had taken to the couch, sitting close to each side and leaving a space for you in the middle.

“She’s a cute little thing,” Chris chuckles, watching the hallway you had gone down.

“Mhm,” Leon confirms simply. He was scrolling through the tv, trying to find that show you’d been talking about.

His friend looks over at him. “You sure she’ll wanna do this?” he asks with some uncertainty in his voice, “She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who’s had a whole lot of experience with this type of thing.”

“Trust me, she’ll be into it. I can’t even tell you how wet she gets just from talking about shit like this,” he reassures, “You just gotta let me ease her into it.”

Chris opens his mouth to respond, but he cuts himself short once he hears your footsteps approaching. You bound back into the room. Your eyes catch on the way they’re sitting, closer than you would expect. They still left room for you though, so what does it matter, right?

You hop onto the couch and tuck yourself against your boyfriend’s side, gently kissing his jaw as you get comfortable and curl up on the cushion. He smiles down at you and returns the affection. He pulls you closer, but your feet are still brushing Chris’s thigh with how close he is.

“We were thinking we could watch an episode of that show you were talking about, see if we really would like it,” Leon tells you.

“Really?” you ask, a little surprised, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine, baby. Chris doesn’t feel like driving home just yet, and you know if you’re happy, I’m happy,” he says.

You look over at Chris who nods. With that, Leon puts on the show. The familiar intro music plays and you watch the screen as a scene that you’d seen a million times plays out. You sink into his side, settling against his warm body. The episode plays, and you point out little things you like or remember something specific about. Both men nod and chuckle at your excited remarks.

Even though the couch and cuddling are comfy, your legs start getting a bit cramped from being curled up for an extended amount of time. You squirm around a bit, wanting to just stretch out. Chris prevented you from doing that as his bulky frame occupied the space your legs could be.

Leon smirks as he notices your restlessness. He shifts around a bit himself and leans back further into the couch. His feet rise up and land on the coffee table a few feet away, his legs stretching out in front of him. He doesn’t even have to see your face to know your eyes catch on his limbs. Their state of being outstretched only makes your need to do the same more intense. He gives Chris a quick glance.

“You uncomfortable, honey?” the larger man asks you.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. Hearing that pet name coming from anyone else but Leon left you flustered. You tried to reason that it didn’t mean anything. This was clearly another instance of you overthinking. Maybe Chris was just the type of guy who said that sort of thing? The kind that called cashiers sweetheart or darling. The kind who’d put your hand on your waist when saying excuse me. You didn’t remember him acting like this any of the other times you’d met him though. He was always polite with you, but that was about it. Maybe you just didn’t notice before?

“Um… I’m fine. Just a little cramp,” you explain.

He smiles at you, that same kind from earlier. “Well, I don't bite. You can stretch your legs out if you want to, princess,” he teases.

Princess. Ok that was definitely something. That name was reserved solely for the man whose arm was around you, and it usually came out only when he was prepping you to take his cock. You typically heard it as a coo when you were already crying out your own special name for him. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The two just went hand in hand. Honestly, you couldn’t really hear one without the other following close behind.

That’s why you get all timid and shy so easily. You were pretty sure Leon had psychologically conditioned you or something. Just a few touches in the right place, some words whispered in your ear in the perfect hushed tone, and you were a goner. Suddenly, your brain would feel soft and malleable. Urges appear within you to sit in his lap and cuddle. You’d just wanna look up at your daddy with dazed eyes and have him stick something in your mouth.

And sure, it wasn’t like you were brainwashed or something. You still possessed self control. It wasn’t like he’d pet your head and call you his baby, and you’d instantly lose yourself over it. It was just a slow slip into this side of your personality, and being around Chris didn’t exactly deter those feelings from coming out either because just look at him. He looked like he was meant to be called daddy. Whenever Leon would tease you in front of him, it felt like you soaked your panties even quicker than normal.

You're snapped out of your analysis of this moment when you feel a large, warm hand wrap around your ankle. He pulls your leg out, and in-turn, drags you closer. A soft squeak escapes you as your body slides down Leon’s. Your back is still resting against his side, just lower. More of you is spread across the sofa, and your calves were fully in Chris’s lap.

You look up at your boyfriend to see his response to his friend’s action, but he didn’t even seem interested. He barely spared you a second glance in your new position, simply adjusting his arm to accommodate the new location of your head. He wraps it below your jaw and has you rest your chin on the bend of his elbow. His fingers start rubbing soothing, little circles on your shoulder. Meanwhile, Chris’s large palms merely rest on your legs. He gives you a smile before turning his eyes back to the tv screen. You quickly follow suit. If he wasn’t thinking this was weird, you weren’t going to make it weird by dwelling on it.

For a while, it’s fine. The three of you continue watching the show, albeit a little more quiet than before. Leon’s hand remains on your shoulder and keeps up his light touches. Your body relaxes again though as you let go of any nervousness you had. But then, Chris starts moving his hand too.

His palm smooths out over your lower leg. His other hand rubs your ankle, his fingertips coasting over the joint. One is moving in long strokes while the other stays in tight circles, but both go at a sensual pace, slow and teasing.

Your head turns to look at him again, but you find his stare is still on the characters of the tv show. You watch his hands move. They’re now essentially massaging your legs. His hand that had been lower has risen and works on the muscles, digging his warm digits into the flesh.

You squirm a little, trying to alert your boyfriend that his friend was touching you in a way that seemed more than friendly. It doesn’t work though. If he does see, he doesn’t mind because he simply leans down and plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head before reverting to his same position. You almost felt crazy for a second. This wasn’t normal, was it? Had you just lived your life not knowing that it was a regular thing for a boyfriend’s friend to give you a massage like this? Was Leon ok with it cause he was there so it couldn’t go too far? You really had no clue.

If you were being honest though, Chris’s hands didn’t feel bad. Not at all. They felt really good. They were big and warm and moved with strategy. They hit all your sweet spots. Kinda made you wanna crawl into his lap so he could rub more of your body, but that was the problem. This wasn’t right. You felt that saccharine heat creeping up your spine and seeping into your head, but you shouldn’t be feeling that for anyone else besides the man behind you.

Now guilt casts a shadow over you too, and the pair of emotions was a volatile mix. You didn’t even realize it, but your nipples had started to stiffen. Your thighs shift against each other, and had you really been paying attention, you would have seen the way Chris’s lips slightly quirked up into a smirk. Your body gets a little tense as you run through the possibilities of what you should do in this situation.

As if Leon could sense your thoughts racing, his hand lowers and starts rubbing your arm. Deciding to remain where you are for now, you press your cheek against his bicep for comfort. Not that you could see, but just like Chris, his expression grows smug. His hand readjusts again so it’s closer to your chest. Your eyes widen as he basically starts feeling you up. His hand squeezes your breast before his fingers circle your nipple, gently tweaking the hardened bud.

At the same time, the hands on your legs start moving higher. The broad strokes begin meeting your thighs too. Little bumps of anticipation erupt across your skin. You already knew your center would soon be slick.

Your head feels hot now. It made you feel a weird kind of dizzy. Even though it was only a few hands and simple touches, it was so much. Combined with the fact that it was so unusual, you started feeling overwhelmed. Your pulse pounds in your ears and your hands feel tingly. You feel a whimper rising in your throat. When he finally glides his hands up to the hem of your shorts, your legs jerk and you scoot back.

By the time Chris looks over, you’re already in Leon’s lap, arms around him, face buried against his neck. He’s worried for a second that something was seriously wrong. Profuse apologies rush to the tip of his tongue, but Leon signals him to just wait.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” he coos, a hand sliding beneath your shirt to rub your back. Of course, he knew the answer already. He knew exactly how you got with this kind of stuff which is why he knew exactly how to handle it.

You end up simply shaking your head, unable to articulate the exact reason for your distress. Because really, nothing was wrong. Everything felt right. But it shouldn’t feel right? Maybe that’s what was wrong. That’s too much for your mouth to get out while you feel like this though.

“Aw, is my pretty girl feeling shy?” he whispers and strokes your hair.

You nod, pulling back a little to reveal your face and look up at the familiar set of eyes you found so much comfort in. He gives you a small kiss of reassurance before continuing to coax you with his low and soothing tone.

“Oh sweetheart, why are you shy? You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” he says.

“Because…” you start softly, nervously glancing at Chris only to see him watching the entire exchange. You force your attention back to your boyfriend. “Because Chris is here.”

His chest rumbles with a low laugh. “Oh, princess. That’s not a reason. Didn’t you like how Chris was touching you? Wasn’t he making you feel good?”

“I guess…” you admit.

“See? You don’t have to be embarrassed around daddy’s friend. He only wants to play with you because you’re so cute,” he teases and lands a barrage of kisses on your cheek.

You were going to freak out about him using the d word in front of someone else, but looking over at Chris, he didn’t look at all shocked. His eyes were soft and comforting as they watched you, but you were still a little uncertain. You turn your face back into Leon. He keeps rubbing your back and holds you a little closer on his lap.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. I just think you’d have a lot of fun,” Leon says softly, “You know how wet that pretty pussy gets thinking about someone else watching you with daddy, joining in because he just can’t resist a good girl like you.”

He was right. He knew your fantasies like the exact situation playing out in your living room right now. But it was scarier when it was real. You didn’t have the control anymore. That's what made it exciting too though.

“It’s just Chris, honey,” he continues reassuring you, “He’d never hurt you. He thinks you're as precious as I do. But even still, daddy’s gonna be here the whole time. You know I’d never let anything hurt my girl.”

You soften up more, relaxing under Leon’s touch and tender words. As you’re thinking it over, leaning towards going through with this, Chris scoots closer to the two of you on the couch. He tentatively places his hand on your leg and caresses your skin.

“It’s up to you, babydoll,” he says, “I only wanna help your daddy make you feel good.”

Oh god. He was a natural at this, talked down to you just the way you liked.

“See, princess? There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Leon says. He strokes some of your hair back and watches as you look at the other man, deciding whether to let him in or not. He chuckles in your ear. “He’s acting cool, but you don’t know how bad he’s been wanting a turn with you. I’m sure you’ve seen him staring. Sometimes I think he’s practically drooling watching you. You know he goes home and strokes his dick raw, wishing it was your pretty little hands instead.”

It’s obvious there’s some truth to Leon’s statement from the way Chris remains silent. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you mull it over. Why was it so bad? You wanted it and they both wanted it. Why should you stop yourself?

You look up at your boyfriend and nod, silently communicating that you wanted this. He smiles and shifts you in his lap so that you’re in a more accessible position. One hand rubs your inner thighs while his other arm stays wrapped around your body to hold you close.

Upon seeing your confirmation, Chris comes even closer. As he gets situated, Leon leans in and connects his lips with yours in a few soft kisses. Your noses brush and breathing deepens. He strokes your cheek before pulling away and looking in your eyes.

“Why don’t you try that with Chris, baby? Give him some of those kisses he’s been dreaming about,” he breathes.

Your focus shifts to the man sitting to your boyfriend’s right. Eyes casting down, you bring your head forward, and Chris closes the gap. Your breath hitches when you feel the unfamiliar lips meet your own. They’re noticeably different from the pair you were used to, but it wasn’t a bad different.

You move your lips with his, shuddering a little when you feel him grunt. He struggles not to take more than what you give. Leon watches on with a grin, stroking your hair and making sure it was out of your face. Your hand maintains an iron grip on him the entire time.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear.

All three of you had long stopped paying attention to the tv, so Leon shuts it off. He then leans in to suck little love bites onto your throat. You whine into your kisses with his friend. The sound causes you to open your mouth, allowing Chris to slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan and reciprocate the advance. His smiles against your lips as his hand glides up and gropes at one of your breasts, drawing another whimper from you.

Several hickeys later, Leon removes his mouth from your neck to admire his work. His fingers drag over the wet, darkened skin. He licks one more stripe over the area before leaning back and pulling you with him. You’re slightly out of breath, eyes dilated, and lips a bit puffy.

“Aw, look at that face,” Leon teases, talking more to Chris than you, “She loves her kisses. Sometimes I think she likes it more than the actual fucking.”

“I could tell. All those sweet sounds she was making,” Chris chuckles. His chest rises and falls in a pattern similar to yours.

“Oh yeah, so sensitive, my baby,” Leon coos, “You wanna go sit in Chris’s lap and give him some more kisses?”

You shake your head and tighten your grip on his hand. They both smile at your timid display.

“My mistake. You just gotta give her some time to adjust. She’s not used to anyone but daddy. Isn’t that right?” Leon jokes.

You nod and snake your arms around him, hiding your face against his chest again. He couldn’t get enough of how clingy you became when you felt like this.

“No, no. No more being shy. C’mon, his lips still have your spit on ‘em. There’s no reason for you to hide,” he teases you and guides your head back up to see your eyes, “You still wanna do this, don’t you?”

You nod again, looking up at him with those loving eyes.

“That’s what I thought, so how about this?” he starts. He gets your arms to unlock from their position around him and tucks his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt. “How about we show daddy’s friend more of this precious body, yeah?”

You lift your arms and allow him to tug the fabric up and over your head. Your breasts spring free, but his hands are immediately there to cup them, knead the flesh, and tease your nipples. From his place next to the two of you, Chris’s eyes drop to the swell of your chest.

“You’re even prettier than Leon told me, baby,” he coos before leaning in, giving you one more kiss and then trailing his lips down the side of your throat. They glide over the warm skin and across the expanse of your chest.

Your boyfriend’s hands drop from your breasts, letting Chris’s take their place. You shift and lean back so your back is pressed to Leon’s chest, giving the other man more access. He fondles them before latching his mouth onto a nipple, his tongue swirling around the little peak. A little sigh escapes your lips to the pleasure of both men.

“I think she likes that, Chris,” Leon croons, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.

Chris sucks on the pebbled nub a bit more before alternating to the other one. He spends less time over there before just kissing all over your chest.

“Got such pretty tits,” he grunts, laving a tongue across your skin.

Your face heats up at the compliment, and of course, Leon knew without even having to look. He could tell by the slight way you squirmed your hips on his lap.

“Aw, princess. You like when daddy’s friend calls you pretty?” he coos. Once he sees your little nod, he continues. “How about you let him pull down your shorts and see how cute your cunt is next.”

You agree to this with no hesitation, trying to elevate your hips so he could remove your clothing. Chris smirks at your overt desire. In a quick move, he scoots back and pulls by your hips so that you’re laying across the couch again. Your head is on Leon’s thigh so you can look up at him while your fingers remain tightly interlaced with his.

The larger man peels your shorts off and then your panties. He gazes upon your dripping cunt. His thumb drags up and down through your slick in an exploratory touch.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, circling your clit. His hand moves down again before he slides two fingers into your hole. “You’re gonna take our cocks so well. Pussy this pretty is made for that.”

You suck in a gasp that turns into a long whine as his digits fill you up. His fingers were nice and thick, filling you up just right. Your eyes flutter, and your head presses against Leon’s thigh. Chris starts pumping them in and out, stroking your inner walls.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon reassures you, “He’s gonna open you up, and you’re gonna feel so good.”

A breathy whimper falls from your lips. Your hips rock a little, but Chris allows it, enjoying your enthusiasm as you become more comfortable. You feel his fingers curling within you in motions that drive you wild and have your hands grabbing at the edges of the couch cushion beneath you.

“There you go, sweet baby. Am I doing it right?” Chris asks teasingly. With your frantic nod, he works a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back and you choke out a moan.

Leon smiles down at you and strokes your hair. His bulge grows harder, watching you get so wound up for his friend.

“Make sure you rub her pretty little clit, Chris. She loves that,” he says, “Might be a little sore since she likes to play with it so much.”

Chris grins at that, taking his turn to tease you now. “Is that right? You like playing dirty, princess? I bet you can’t help it. Cute girls like you get needy so easy. Can’t think without making yourself cum every few hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

“I’ll be gentle then. Think your sweet spot just needs some special kisses,” he coos.

He bends down so his mouth can be level with your cunt, a bit of a challenge with his size, but he manages. His lips meet your clit and give you some soft kisses. A little flick of the tongue and the light movement of his flesh against your sensitive bundle of nerves has your walls fluttering around him, little mewls escaping your lips.

Then, with a harsh suck to your clit, he works a fourth finger inside you. Your legs kick a little, but he simply slides them to rest on his shoulders. Every little twitch next to his head has more of his blood rushing south. Your hips buck too as you adjust to the minor stretch.

“You’re daddy’s perfect girl, you know that right? Girl of my fuckin’ dreams. Doing so good for me right now,” your boyfriend says from above you. His eyes watch on fondly as Chris slides basically his entire hand in and out of you. “Think you can cum for Chris, baby? Gush all over his fingers so it’s nice and easy for him and daddy to fill you up?”

You nod quickly.

Chris sucks harder on your clit and flicks his tongue against you with more fervor. His hand finds a rhythm that you seemed to like, had you twitching more than before. He could hear your voice rising to a higher pitch.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Make your daddy proud,” he murmurs against your folds.

You really don’t know what it was, but that phrase does you in. You turn your face against Leon’s hip, dig your fingers into his palm, and erupt into a frenzy of whining and bucking your hips.

Chris continues his efforts, relishing the sensation of your slick coating his fingers and palm. His lips gradually loosen on your swollen bud. He gives it a few more licks before sitting up and gazing down at your blissed out body.

They both give you a second to rest before Leon sits you up on the couch. He gives you a quick kiss and looks into your eyes, hazy from release.

“Think you’re ready for daddy and Chris to fuck you?” he coos and rubs your cheek.

“Mhm,” you hum, returning his loving stare.

“Of course you are. My sweet girl,” he says.

The two men don’t waste time undressing themselves. Clothing piles up on the ground as they match your nudity. Both of them stand as they undo their belts and drop their pants. You’d seen Leon’s dick a hundred times by now. You watch him pull it out and give it a few strokes. The tip flushes bright red like always, a couple familiar veins span up the side. You turn your attention to Chris, looking upon a sight you hadn’t seen before.

You’re snapped out of your post-orgasm stupor when you catch a glimpse of the appendage hanging between Chris’s legs. Just like every other part of him, it’s noticeably thick. The length was good too, sure, but it wasn’t the main attraction. His cock didn’t get as red as Leon’s, but it still had the veins. He even had a few beads of white, sticky precum leaking from the head.

“Oh, you like what you see, baby?” Leon teases when he notices your wonder, “I’m sure Chris would be happy to let you suck on it next time.”

“Daddy, it’s not gonna fit,” you say, looking up at him and ignoring the tempting idea of giving Chris a blowjob.

He smiles down at you, simultaneously condescending and affectionate. “Of course it will. C’mere, princess,” he says.

In no time at all, Leon’s back on the couch, guiding you on top of him. You crawl to meet the place he’s directing you. Lowering yourself against him, your front rests against his and your head lies near the crook of his neck. The warmth of his body comforts you but not enough to push out your concerns completely.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you nice and comfy on daddy’s cock, and then Chris will just slide right in,” he reassures you, “You’re gonna feel so good. You just let me take care of everything.”

His arm had already slithered beneath your hip to line up his shaft with your entrance. He runs the tip through your soaked folds then pushes in. A whiny moan escapes you, and your arms wrap tighter around him. The feeling wasn’t a new one, but it still felt so good. He works himself in and out slowly, hips rocking off the couch in small thrusts.

“That’s my girl, taking it just like you’re meant to. I’ve got you trained so well,” he murmurs against your hair.

The entire time, you feel Chris’s eyes on you. His pupils fixated on the sight of Leon pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. You hear him spit down onto his hand and know he’s started to stroke himself in anticipation. Other than that, he stays quiet, locked onto you sucking up every inch of your boyfriend's cock.

Leon continues gliding in and out. You feel the muscles in his chest and neck straining with the pleasure your pulsing walls give him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Chris did a good job with you,” he groans. His breaths become ragged as he staves off true euphoria. This couldn’t end too quickly. “You know, babydoll, I don’t think you said thank you to Chris for making you feel so good. That’s not very nice.”

You whimper as your brain registers the implication of his words. At the moment, you were more focused on rolling your hips with Leon’s, but you force some words out of your mouth cause you’re a good girl after all.

“Sorry daddy,” you say, cut off by a whine as he pokes a sensitive spot, “T-thank you, Chris.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he responds. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, but you don’t have the chance to linger on it since you feel his broad palm land on the small of your back. His fingers rub the skin gently, as if to keep you calm while he positions himself on his knees behind you. You whine again and cling harder to Leon.

“You can say thank you better than that, baby,” he teases, trying to keep any fear away from you. He presses a kiss to your temple as well and rubs your back, “What are you thanking him for?”

“Thank you for making me cum, Chris. Your fingers and kisses felt so good,” you whimper, adding on the last bit before Leon could correct you further.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he repeats with excessive adoration, “You deserve it for being such a good girl. Besides, that pussy was so fucking sweet, makes me want another taste.”

You squeeze around Leon and bite your lip as your lower belly erupts with butterflies. And then you feel it. You feel the hot tip of Chris’s heavy cock nudging at your entrance above Leon’s. You tense and dig your fingers into the flesh of his back.

“Just relax, baby. You’re gonna be just fine. Daddy’s right here,” he coos and holds you tighter against his chest.

“You ready?” Chris asks softly.

You squeeze your eyes shut but nod, waiting to feel the stretch.

And it comes right away. You gasp as another cock enters you. Whining, your hands scramble to grab at something. Leon takes one and squeezes it lovingly, pausing his thrusts. You bury your face against his skin, your chest erratically puffing as you try to accommodate the sizes. Both men are groaning, eyes fluttering or rolled back, muscles flexing as they take in the tight, wet heat engulfing them.

“Doing so good, pretty girl, so good,” Leon mutters.

You can’t fathom any kind of response. The burning sensation of both of them was still so intense and from what you could tell, Chris wasn’t even all the way in yet. He was still pushing forward as far as he could. At a certain point, you can’t fight off the tears pricking at your waterline. Your free hand clamps over your mouth as a choked cry tumbles out.

“So fucking tight, I could cum right now,” Chris grunts.

Leon’s hand covers your right hip, tracing tiny soothing circles over your skin. Chris occupies your left, digging his fingers into the flesh. The subtle difference between the two sides drives you further into the throes of ecstasy.

When Chris manages to bully his cock nearly all the way inside you, as deep as it could go at least, Leon feels your hot tears sliding off your cheeks and pooling on his chest.

“Oh, poor baby,” he croons. He lets go of your hand for a second to swipe a few drops away, but then he takes it back. “You ok, honey? Too much for you?”

You weakly shake your head that it wasn’t too much, sniffling between whimpers. They’ve both stopped now to let you get used to the entirety of them. The site of your connection pulses with need on all three accounts. You feel Chris gripping you a little harder in an effort to keep his composure.

“My tough girl, so brave for daddy. Makin’ me so proud,” he whispers and kisses your hairline.

“So fuckin’ pretty too. You look gorgeous all filled up like this,” Chris moans from behind you.

His gaze remains on his and Leon’s cocks splitting you open. He starts rocking his hips a bit, groaning at the combined feeling of your slick walls with Leon’s length rubbing against his. Leon starts moving again too.

You let out a sound that’s between a yelp and a moan. Both of Leon’s arms snake around you to keep you engulfed in his embrace. He’s more vocal than usual, the mix of stimulation getting to him as well.

“That’s right. You keep crying for your daddy. Let me hear how much you need me. Just cry it out like the good little girl you are,” he mumbles against you.

Once you’ve become comfortable with the stretch, it starts feeling better than you’d imagined. In tandem, they’re stroking every part of you. They slide in and out, back and forth, pulling soft whines from you. The only noise apart from the three of you grunting and moaning, is the obscene noises that come from them pumping into your wet pussy. You feel your ability for coherent thoughts slipping away. You just wanted to be full of your daddy and his friend.

Chris smacks your ass while picking up his pace a bit. “Now she’s getting into it,” he says.

You get a little louder to both their enjoyment. Grabbing at Leon a little more, you shudder while hearing moans bubble up from his chest and out of his mouth.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl. Right baby?” he asks, his voice breathier, “So good at whining for your daddy’s cock.”

You nod without a second thought. You’re panting a bit as the thrusts start hitting just right. Your expressions and the tightening of your cunt give you away. You hear both of them groaning and getting a little more primal with their movements.

“You feel that, Chris? She’s getting closer. Can always tell by the way her pussy starts trying to keep me in. So desperate for some cum,” Leon says.

“Yeah. I can feel her cute little cunt begging for it,” Chris growls.

They’re both going harder, making your mind get all fuzzy and causing more tears to fall, although by this time they’re purely tears of pleasure. Your cries are whiny and needy.

“My baby, my baby,” Leon grunts while lacing his fingers in your hair, “I want you to cum for me, ok? Wanna feel you cumming all over our cocks. Show Chris how good you make me feel every single night when you start clamping down on me.”

You don’t finish right then. It takes a handful more thrusts from each of them to hit the right buttons and work you over that edge, dropping you into a pool of euphoria. The bliss washes over you, and as Leon described, your pussy squeezes around them in waves. They’re both moaning now, grabbing you harder, sighing and gasping. You twitch on top of Leon, and he holds you close and helps you through it.

“Look at that sweet face. Always so pretty when you let go,” he mumbles just for you to hear, “Keep cumming, dolly. Want you feeling like you’re in heaven.”

Leon’s the first to blow his load, shooting it deep inside you. He pumps it in while you’re still releasing. His own hips twitch and buck while that hot, sticky liquid flows from him.

Chris takes a bit longer, savoring every last moment he has inside your precious cunt. He keeps thrusting after you’ve finished, making you squirm with the slight overstimulation. Leon hisses too, feeling the friction from his movements against his dick.

When he finally does cum, your body is overtaken with a shiver. He fucks it deep into you. His thrusts don’t weaken while he spills it inside of you. He keeps moving in powerful strokes until he’s satisfied.

After he’s truly done, Chris leans down and kisses the space between your shoulder blades. “So good, pretty baby,” he praises softly before pulling out.

It feels weird just having Leon’s dick in you. It’s your normal but so strange now too. He slides himself out next though, so there isn’t too much time to fester on that. Sitting up, he pulls you with him while covering your face in kisses.

Everyone is laid back right now, letting the post-high wear off as you all come down. You stay curled up to Leon like you always did after finishing. He rubs your back like normal, knowing your head was most likely still up in the clouds. Eventually, all of your breathing steadies and returns to a regular pace.

Your hazy eyes open and gaze over at Chris. “Thank you Chris,” you say, tone a bit dreamier than it usually is.

“You’re welcome, honey,” he says, smiling at you.

“Look at you, so polite,” Leon teases, “By the looks of it, you’re gonna be sitting on Chris’s lap soon enough and leaving me on the sidelines.”

You shake your head and nuzzle him. All of you take a brief moment to finish the descent back to normalcy. Chris stands to pull on his pants again.

“We’ll get there one of these days,” he jokes.

“I don’t know about that. This one’s a daddy’s girl before anything else,” Leon says, before smooching your forehead.

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