#Pipe Fitting Coupling

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The Role of Pipe Fittings in Modern Plumbing Systems

Pipex.ai is one of the high-quality Pipe Fittings Suppliers in India. We suppliers a broad range of Pipe Fittings such as Elbow, Tee, Reducers, Cap, Stub Ends, and so on. Our pipe fittings are well-known for their anti-corrosion qualities. As a Pipe Fittings Manufacturer, we provide different types of coatings and finishes on our products. Our Pipe Fittings Products are utilized for various industrial applications, are long-lasting, and have great strength. 

We supply and Manufacture Pipe Fittings at a reasonable price. We also prioritize continuous innovation and advanced manufacturing techniques to enhance the durability and efficiency of our pipe fittings for various industrial applications.We are also leading Pipe Fitting Elbow Suppliers in India. 

Types of Pipe Fittings and Their Uses

Pipe Fitting Coupling: Our Pipe Fitting Coupling are crucial for a number of industries, including construction, water treatment, chemical, and oil and gas, because they are made to link pipes securely and seamlessly. Premium materials including alloy steel, carbon steel, stainless steel, and other specific grades are used in the manufacturing of these couplings in order to endure high temperatures and pressures.

Pipe Fitting Cross: A Pipe Fitting Cross, often referred to as a four-way fitting, is a pivotal component in piping systems, designed to connect four pipes at a single junction. This configuration allows for the distribution or collection of fluids or gases, facilitating complex flow pathways in various industrial and commercial uses.

Pipe Fitting Tee: A pipe fitting tee, commonly referred to as a tee fitting, is an essential component in piping systems, designed to combine or split fluid flow. Shaped like the letter 'T', it features three openings: one inlet and two outlets, or vice versa, arranged at 90-degree angles to each other. This configuration allows for the redirection of fluids or gases, making tee fittings indispensable in various industrial and residential applications.

Pipe Fitting Reducer: Pipe fitting reducer is an essential component in piping systems, designed to connect two pipes of differing diameters, thereby ensuring a smooth transition between them. This transition is crucial for maintaining system integrity, controlling fluid dynamics, and accommodating various design requirements. Reducers play a pivotal role in adjusting flow rates, managing pressure changes, and facilitating the integration of different pipe sizes within a network.

Pipe Fitting End Caps: Pipe Fitting End Caps are the components used in plumbing and pipe networks to close off the ends of pipes, valves or other connections. They help to ensure that any pressure created within a system is contained. Different materials can be used for end cap fittings, such as PVC, copper, CPVC and galvanized steel, depending upon the system’s requirements.

Pipe Fitting Bend: A pipe fitting bend is a crucial component in piping systems, designed to alter the direction of fluid flow while maintaining the integrity and efficiency of the system. As a trusted Pipe Fitting Bend Supplier in India, we supply pipe bends in various sizes, bend angles (such as 45°, 90°, and 180°), and materials to meet diverse industrial requirements. Our pipe bends are precision-engineered for easy installation, high-pressure performance, and long-lasting reliability. With strict adherence to global quality standards, we ensure durable and leak-proof solutions for industrial piping applications.

Benefit Of Pipe Fitting in Plumbing system 

Pipe fittings are essential components in plumbing and piping systems, offering several key benefits:

Direction and Flow Control: They enable precise direction changes and flow regulation, ensuring efficient fluid transport.

Connection of Different Sizes: Fittings allow for the seamless joining of pipes with varying diameters, accommodating system design requirements.

System Integrity and Safety: By providing secure connections, pipe fittings maintain system integrity, reducing the risk of leaks and enhancing safety.

Maintenance and Repair Efficiency:Pipe Fittings simplify maintenance tasks, allowing for easy isolation and repair of specific sections without disrupting the entire system.

Selecting the Right Pipe Fittings Supplier in India

Choosing a reliable pipe fittings supplier is crucial for ensuring the quality and performance of your piping system. When selecting a supplier in India, consider the following factors:

Quality Assurance: Ensure the supplier adheres to international standards such as ASTM, ASME, and DIN, guaranteeing high-quality products.

Material Selection: A reputable supplier should offer fittings made from various materials, including stainless steel, carbon steel, and alloy steel, to suit different applications.

Customization: The ability to provide customized fittings tailored to specific project requirements is a valuable trait in a supplier.

Industry Experience:Pipe Fittings Suppliers with extensive experience across various industries, such as oil & gas, chemical processing, and construction, are likely to understand diverse project needs.

Customer Support: Responsive customer service and technical support are essential for addressing any issues that may arise during the selection, installation, or maintenance of pipe fittings.

Where to Find the Best Pipe Fitting Supplies?

If you're looking for the best pipe fitting supplies, you can find a wide range of options online. One great resource is Pipex, which offers high-quality pipe fittings to meet your needs. Whether you're working on plumbing, construction, or industrial projects, this website provides a variety of fittings to ensure a perfect fit for your systems.

For those seeking high-quality pipe fittings tailored to diverse industrial applications, Pipex.ai offers a comprehensive range of products. Their offerings are designed to meet stringent national and international standards, ensuring durability and optimal performance across various industries. Pipe Fittings Supplier in India are indispensable components in plumbing and industrial piping systems, enabling the secure connection, direction change, and regulation of fluid flow. Their proper selection and installation are vital for ensuring system efficiency, safety, and longevity.

Check Out To Know More in Details: Pipex.ai

[mcneilinstruments]

The Top Pipe Fittings Manufacturers,Supplier & Exporter in USA - Mcneil Instruments

Mcneil Instruments is the leading pipe fittings manufacturer, supplier, and exporter in the USA in terms of reliability and quality. As part of our dedication to quality, our selection of pipe fittings goes through a thorough testing process to guarantee robustness and safe couplings. Our products are precisely manufactured to fulfil a wide range of industry needs, like female run tees, plugs and unions, pipe fitting coupling, and female branch tees. As a top pipe fitting manufacturer and supplier, we use premium component manufacturing techniques to provide goods that surpass expectations. Get in touch with us right now for dependable solutions that guarantee your plumbing systems operate at their best and last a long time.

[gerrardhydraulics]

Why Ryco T2000 One-Piece Crimp Fittings Are a Game-Changer for Hydraulic Systems

In the world of hydraulics, reliability isn't optional—it's everything. Whether you're operating a loader on a construction site or managing precision machinery in a manufacturing plant, every hose connection plays a critical role. That’s why professionals across Australia trust Ryco T2000 One-Piece Crimp Fittings—a product designed for performance, safety, and simplicity.

At Gerrard Hydraulics in Perth, we stock the full range of T2000 crimp fittings for 1 and 2 wire braid hoses, backed by Ryco’s reputation for innovation and durability. If you're looking for hydraulic hose couplings that hold strong under pressure, this is your go-to solution.

View our full range here Download the product brochure

Built for Australian Conditions — And Beyond

Ryco T2000 fittings are purpose-built for hydraulic systems in mining, agriculture, construction, and industrial environments, where tough conditions are the norm. These crimp hydraulic fittings are engineered to create strong, leak-proof connections without the guesswork or room for error.

Here’s what makes them stand out:

✅ One-Piece Design = Fewer Failures

Unlike traditional two-piece fittings that require manual matching of ferrules and inserts, the T2000 is pre-assembled and crimp-ready. This eliminates misalignment errors, improves safety, and simplifies installation. Less room for error means less downtime for your equipment.

✅ Non-Skive = Less Mess, More Efficiency

Many of the T2000 models are non-skive, meaning you don’t need to strip the outer cover of the hose before crimping. This saves time, protects the hose structure, and ensures a consistent seal every time—a major win for workshop techs and mobile hydraulic fitters alike.

Trusted Across Industries

Ryco T2000 crimp fittings are a preferred choice for:

Earthmoving & Mining Equipment: Built to withstand vibration, dust, and pressure.

Agricultural Machinery: Handles variable temperatures, moisture, and rugged terrain.

Construction & Infrastructure Projects: Ideal for cranes, diggers, and concrete machinery.

Industrial Plants & Manufacturing: Delivers consistency and durability in production lines.

Pressure Washing Systems: Includes pressure washer-specific models for high PSI applications.

Specialty Applications: Performs reliably in high-temp and corrosive environments.

Compatible with popular Ryco hoses like ISOBARIC Braid, FRAS, JS4000, RQP1, D2B, and more.

Broad Range of Fittings to Suit Any Job

The T2000 series includes:

Standard Hydraulic Couplings

Ryco WEO & Superlok Quick Connects

Tube Bite & Standpipe Fittings

Joiners, Elbows, ORFS Ends & Salvage Fittings

Stainless Steel Crimp Fittings for corrosion-sensitive applications

Specialty Fittings for pressure washers, mining, and marine environments

So whether you're after crimp pipe fittings, stainless crimp fittings, or hydraulic couplings near me, Gerrard Hydraulics can supply what you need.

Why Buy From Gerrard Hydraulics?

As an authorised Ryco distributor in Perth, we provide:

✔ Expert advice on hydraulic hose crimp fittings ✔ On-site hose assembly and custom builds ✔ Stock of Ryco Bitelok crimp fittings & couplings ✔ Access to Ryco’s latest catalogues and fitting specifications ✔ Same-day turnaround on urgent orders ✔ Professional support from WA’s hydraulic experts

Wrap-Up: Small Part, Big Impact

The Ryco T2000 One-Piece Crimp Fitting is more than just a connection—it’s a key part of keeping your hydraulic system running safely and efficiently. With its one-piece, no-skive design and robust build quality, it delivers exceptional performance in the most demanding conditions.

Looking for reliable hydraulic couplings in Australia? We’ve got the right Ryco fitting for your hose.

Browse our range of crimp fittings now

[avlok445]

Avlok is a leading manufacturer of high-quality instrumentation fittings, including Instrumentation Tube Fittings & Pipe Fittings, Valves and Fittings, High-Temperature Fittings, Pressure Gauges, Manifolds Valves, Quick Release Couplings, and ISO Conversion Fittings.

Instrumentation Tube Fittings

Pressure Gauges

Instrumentation Pipe Fittings

Quick Release Couplings

Instrumentation Valves

Manifolds

Vacuum Pumps

Tube Clamps

[ilikeevilblondes]

Beck and Call

18+ MDNI!

Summary: You’ve been divorced from Joel for a little while, now. But when your sink breaks and threatens to flood your house right before a date, you have no one else to call but him. Why does he come? You don’t know. Why does he look so fucking good? You don’t know, either.

W.C: ~6.2k

TL;DR: Rule number one of getting divorced: don’t fuck your ex-husband. (Optional).

Warnings: ex-husband!joel x ex-wife!reader, sappy love confessions, improper use of a sink, praise, oral f!receiving, mirror sex, unprotected p-in-v sex, (no outbreak!)

Note: as a child of divorce, i am allowed to touch upon this matter. anyway, happy fucking i mean reading

Part One | Part Two

One-third. A married couple’s least favourite fraction. 

It was (and is) a well-known fact that one in three marriages ends in separation. And of course, you—being the lucky duck you were—found yours rapidly accelerating toward that destination.

You and Joel had agreed that you’d be better off apart. Joel got his own place while you kept the house. And Sarah lived with you every other week.

All you needed to do was send your attorney the signed divorce papers.

Outside of the sympathetic comments you received from acquaintances and relatives almost daily, you were doing just fine.

In fact, tonight you had a date.

A date. The kind that made you choose a tight-fitting dress that hugged your curves just right. The kind that inspired you to wear your hair in something other than a claw clip. The kind that provoked you to shave places you haven’t shaved in a long time.

The lucky bachelor was a fellow divorcee named Mark, whom you had met on a single-parent dating app. He had a full head of hair, a decent sense of humour, and two rescued Labradors. He offered to bring you to his favourite Italian restaurant, bringing up the fact that he’d pick up the bill no matter what, much to your protests. Needless to say, you had a good feeling about him.

After one last check in the mirror, you grabbed your coat and slung your purse over your shoulder, ready to head out the door.

Then, you heard it.

A faint gurgling. 

You blinked twice, trying to zero in on the sound. Proceeding a few moments of intense concentration, you followed the sound into the ensuite bathroom.

The faucet was running. Had you forgotten to turn it off?

You reached for the handle. Twisted it. It spun freely, and nothing happened. 

You tried and tried again, but all your efforts were in vain. You could only watch the tap stubbornly defy you as the handle jutted uselessly, loose in its socket.

“Shit.” You breathed.

The faucet sputtered out a particularly heavy spurt of water as if to say: shit, indeed.

You sighed, staring helplessly at the sink as it stared contumaciously back, water that couldn’t be swallowed by the drain toppling over the edge of the sink.

A quick Google search informed you that you needed to turn off the principal water pipe—the mains. Which you didn’t know how to do. 

So, you resolved to delegate the problem to more capable hands. Like, a twenty-four-hour plumbing service. No, they could easily overcharge you. You could call your dad? No, he was too far.

Or…

Sighing, you dug out your phone from your purse and called your only remaining option. Someone who was a seasoned contractor, someone who dealt with this sink before, and someone who you just so happened to be divorcing. 

He answered on the third ring.

“Hey—everything okay?” Joel’s concerned voice filtered through your phone.

“No.” You inhaled. 

“No?” Joel echoed hesitantly, then waited for elaboration.

When nothing came, he cleared his throat.

Slightly confused, slightly wry, he continued, “This is the part where you tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Um, my sink’s busted.”

“Your sink… is busted?”

“Yeah. Faucet won’t turn off. It-It’s a lot of water.” You bit the inside of your cheek, leaning on the wall. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

A moment of silence, then:

“You need me to fix it?” 

Was that annoyance? Exhaustion? It definitely wasn’t exhilaration at the prospect of doing manual labour at eight o’clock on a Friday evening.

“You know what? Forget I called. This was stupid. Sorry to bother you—”

“I’m on my way.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, after he hung up, the smallest of smiles began forming on your face. 

Fifteen minutes later, a knock came from your front door.

You swung the door open, and there he stood. Tool bag in hand, flannel shirt stretching tightly over his broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair just a little bit unkempt.

It had been a good few months since the two of you went your separate ways, but there he was—still at your beck and call. What that meant, exactly, remained to be seen. 

But you were glad to see him, nonetheless.

“Hi,” You said breathlessly.

Upon seeing you, Joel’s brows shot up, and he blinked a few times.

“Hi.” He said back slowly, then cleared his throat. “Am I… interruptin’ something?”

You glanced down. Right. Tight dress and makeup.

“I have a date in…” You raised your left wrist and winced as you looked down at your watch. “Five minutes ago.”

“A date.” He clicked his tongue, nodding to himself. “Well, I’ll try to make this quick, then.”

You hummed a noise of agreement, pivoted, and, with a wave of your hand, invited Joel inside.

He stepped through the doorway with a quiet grunt. And, as he bent down to undo his boots, his coffee-brown gaze landed on a pile of unopened mail by the entryway table. A few envelopes had slipped to the floor, and he crouched to gather them without thinking. 

But, as he straightened up to his full height, his eyes lingered on the recipient line.

“Mrs Miller?” Joel read aloud.

“What?” Your breath caught in your throat, and you spun around to meet his stare.

Joel wordlessly held the envelope up with two fingers, the corners of his lips slightly upturned.

“Oh.” You cringed inwardly. “Yeah.”

“Didn’t, uh, realise that you were keepin’ the name.” He shrugged offhandedly, tossing the stack of mail onto the entryway table.

“I’m not. I just…” You ran a hand through your hair. “Paperwork isn’t final.”

For the divorce.

Joel’s eyebrows pinched together. “I sent you my signed copies, if—” 

“I know you did. I just haven’t sent the papers to my lawyer yet.” You pressed your lips into a thin line and avoided his gaze. “Just got a lot on my plate, recently.”

That was very unconvincing.

Joel hummed a noncommittal noise.

“Well…” He huffed sheepishly. “You know I always liked my name on you.”

You swallowed, feeling your stomach do a funny flip and your ears burn up. Why were your ears burning up?

“C’mon. The problem is upstairs.”

The faucet, to your dismay, hadn’t stopped. It was worse now, if that was even possible, spitting little rogue sprays of water alongside the main stream. Great.

You checked your watch again. Fifteen minutes late. You would no doubt have a few missed calls from your poor suitor if you had the guts to check your phone.

Joel sank to one knee as he inspected the sink, squinting at the appliance and shaking his head. Miraculously, he reached in and, a few rusty squeaks later, the water stopped.

“You fixed it.” You blinked.

“Far from it,” He muttered, frowning. “The cartridge’s shot. And the valve stem’s stripped. Who installed this?”

Without missing a beat, “You did.”

“…Right.”

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest. “So?”

“So, this isn’t a quick fix. I need to pull out the whole assembly. Maybe replace the handle, too. And judging by the corrosion around this nut—” He held up a discoloured metal hexagon like it had personally offended him. “You’ve probably had a leak back here for a while.”

You blinked. “And you didn’t notice that when you lived here?”

Joel turned to shoot you a look. “I was your husband, not your handyman.”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I married you for that toolbox of yours.”

“And here I thought it was ‘cause of my radiant personality.”

“Definitely not that.” You huffed out a laugh.

Despite his back being turned to you, you could just about make out a reluctant smile forming through his slightly greying stubble.

You watched as he rolled up his plaid sleeves, exposing tanned forearms that were entirely too bulky for someone in his mid-forties. He then dug into his bag, fishing out an Allen Wrench.

“You can go on your date,” Joel added, not looking at you. “I’ll be out of here in an hour. Two, tops. But… if you feel like gettin’ frisky, maybe do it at his place. Just in case.”

Right, your date.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you took out your phone. Six missed calls and a flurry of concerned texts.

Decidedly, you typed out an apologetic message mentioning a water-related emergency and stuffed your phone back in your purse.

“I’m staying with you.”

Joel froze and turned to look at you from over his shoulder. “No, you ain’t. I’ll take too long.”

“Well, I can’t leave you to fix my problems while I’m out eating overpriced ravioli.” You shrugged and, with a soft grunt, took a seat against the wall near him. “You’re not a plumber, you’re a… you’re my…”

Ex-husband.

You cleared your throat, then emphasised, “You’re not a plumber.”

Joel let out a slow exhale. “Do whatever you want, but I doubt watching me fix your sink is gon’ be as fun as your date.”

“I’ve got a full bottle of Pinot Noir in the fridge.” You tilted your head. “We can make it fun.”

Joel’s eyebrows shot up.

“Not—not in that way.” You rubbed a clammy hand down your face.

To your surprise, that earned you a small, gruff laugh from Joel, his eyes crinkling momentarily the way they only did when he was truly amused.

His voice was soft when he responded. 

“Go on and get the wine, then, sweetheart.”

Two crystal glasses and a little while later, Joel had put down his wrench and opted instead to sit beside you on your tiled bathroom floor, his shoulders brushing up against yours in the cramped space.

Efforts to tame the defiant sink had long since been forgotten. He did the best he could, but retired upon discovering that you had no spare sink handle lying around—how very unprepared of you.

The bad news was that you weren’t going to be able to wash your hands in the master bedroom ensuite tonight. The good news was that you were having a surprisingly good time with Joel. The conversation evolved from discussing your stood-up date (you showed Mark’s profile, Joel was convinced he was lying about his dogs being rescues), then to how his company was going, and then, reminiscing about the good ol’ days.

“All I’m sayin’,” Joel continued through a laugh. “Is that she did it on purpose.”

“My mom has always been bad with names!”

“Bad enough to still call me ‘George’ after a year of us datin’?” He scoffed.

You stifled a giggle. “In her defence, it’s a very similar—”

“Like hell it is. And your dad? He was worse.” Joel chuckled, finishing the last of his wine. “How is he?”

“Fine. Just called him yesterday, actually.”

“He still callin’ me–?”

“He still calls you ‘porn stache’, yes.”

Joel snorted into his hand, his shoulders bobbing up and down with laughter. Real, genuine laughter.

You smiled and turned to steal a glance at his profile.

His eyes crinkled at the corners, his hooked nose scrunched mid-chuckle, and his laugh was exactly as it was before—low and rough, but somehow boyish and unguarded.

You had almost forgotten how his whole face lit up when he laughed.

And, you didn’t mean to stare. But you did. 

God, you missed this.

“I think I prefer George.” Joel ran a hand down his face, still smiling.

You cleared your throat and leaned over to retrieve the almost-empty wine bottle, refilling your glasses.

“Sarah told me to say hi to you, if I got the chance, by the way.” You said, pouring the Pinot Noir into his glass. “She’s with my parents at the lake house.”

“The lake house?” Joel hummed, taking another sip of his drink. “Still disappointed I didn’t get that in the settlement.”

You snorted, amused. “You don’t even like lakes.”

“No, I don’t like the mosquitoes that come with the lakes.” Joel corrected you, pointedly. “But, I don’t know, I guess I just miss it. A lot of good memories there.”

You felt yourself smile. “Yeah. Yeah, there were.”

A beat.

“Hey, at least you kept the cars. And the boat. And the frequent flier miles. And, well, you see Sarah every other week.” You turned to look at Joel, but he was already looking at you.

A certain vulnerability swam in the brown of his eyes. Something you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Yeah, well… there were more important things I couldn’t keep.”

The air thinned. The wine, the laughter, the conversation—everything dissolved in the quiet admission, hanging thickly in the space between you.

And suddenly, there was only you and Joel and the mistakes that had wedged you apart yet somehow brought you back together again; on a random Friday evening on the floor of a bathroom you used to share.

“Joel…” You swallowed, your hand falling from your lap onto the tiles.

But you couldn’t form any semblance of a sentence. How could you? 

There was nothing to say. Yes, you missed him. ‘Missed’ was an understatement. 

Sometimes you’d roll over in the night, wishing to feel the weight of his arm resting on your waist, reassuring you that these past few months had only been a bad dream. Sometimes you came to pick Sarah up early, just to get a few more minutes with him. Sometimes—no, a lot of the time, memories of him came rushing back, cleaving your heart into two, further and further each time.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t let go of the man you spent so many years loving. 

Joel’s eyes still bore into yours. And nothing in the world could have torn you away.

He exhaled slowly, then set down his glass with care. His hand barely brushed yours, but it was enough to make your breath hitch.

“I think about it,” He said softly. “More than I should.”

“Think about what?”

A quiet, almost sad laugh escaped from his throat. He leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

“How things used to be.”

“Oh,”

A moment passed, marked only by the metre of your incessant heartbeat pounding in your ears.

And then, “Do you ever miss us?” Joel asked.

You faced him once more. The answer was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Because that was too complicated. Because that would break you.

Joel didn’t need you to say it. He found the answer in your eyes.

All the time.

Instead, you asked, “Do you? Miss us, that is.”

“Of course, I do.” He said softly. “More than you can imagine.”

You held your breath.

Joel heaved a sigh.

“I think about calling,” He added, voice low. “Just to hear your voice.”

“I’d answer,” You said, barely above a whisper.

He smiled in a bittersweet, melancholic sort of way and leaned in just slightly. Unconsciously, you mirrored him.

And then his eyes flickered down to your lips. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make your stomach flutter.

This was dangerous. You should’ve told him to leave ages ago. Or, maybe you should’ve left yourself and gone on your date.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“Can I ask you something stupid?” You whispered.

Joel whispered back, “Always.”

“Do you…” You trailed off, biting your lip.

“Do I what?”

“Do you—does even a part of you… want what we had back?” 

You knew what he was going to say. You just wanted to hear it for yourself.

And you did.

“Yes,” He admitted earnestly.

You searched his face for any sign of deception, but found none. The only thing in his coffee-brown eyes was regret. And, maybe, something else, too. Something softer.

Your eyes widened. “We fought a lot.”

“We did.”

“And we probably said some shit.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, as if all the answers were written there. Joel did, too.

His voice came softly, sadly, “We did.”

Silence again. Thick and fragile and charged with so many unspoken words.

Joel’s knee brushed yours, neither of you pulling away. It was nice to have him close, to feel his familiar warmth, to see him—really see him. Bare and raw and vulnerable. No facades of indifference. No hiding behind closed car doors. Just Joel, your Joel, there beside you; soft-eyed and quiet, like maybe he was seeing you, too.

Your fingers twitched on the floor beside his. You wanted to reach for him, but you wanted him to reach first. Absently, you fiddled with your left ring finger, suddenly aware of its bareness.

He looked at you then. Not a glance, but a full turn, slow and deliberate. His dark eyes searched your face, pausing on your mouth, your cheek, your lashes, then settled on your eyes again. He looked at you like you were something he’d spent months trying to forget, and only just now remembered why he couldn’t.

You held your breath.

Joel’s voice, when it finally came, was low, cracked around the edges.

“I know it was bad in the end, but I meant what I said.” He breathed. “I miss us. I miss you.”

Your heart twisted. And there went that cleaver again, slicing further.

“I miss seeing your keys on the kitchen counter and knowing you were home. I miss kissing you before work and smudgin’ your lipstick. I miss watching stupid movies with you that we’d fall asleep to halfway.”

His throat bobbed. He leaned back against the wall, like it hurt to say it out loud.

“Yeah, we fought and said some real mean shit. But God help me, I’d give anything to go back in time and fight for you like I should have. Because you were it for me. You were everything. Still are.”

His eyes glistened as he held your gaze, fierce and unflinching.

“Because, no matter how hard I try to ignore it,” He smiled to himself, shaking his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I love you.”

He loves you.

Those three simple words rang in an echo in your mind. He loves you, he loves you, Joel loves you.

“You love me?” You could barely hear your voice above the deafening thrum of your pulse.

Your faces were barely an inch apart, now. You could smell the familiar scent of his laundry detergent, and traces of his cologne, and wood, and tobacco, and something that was so uniquely him.

Joel nodded.

“I never stopped.” He whispered.

Without thinking, you closed the remaining distance, smashing your lips against his. Joel grunted in surprise, but quickly gave in, exhaling through his nose like he’d been holding a breath in for years. 

He returned the kiss with equal fervour, reaching out to cup your face and pouring all his pent-up emotions against the haven of your lips—longing, relief, desire.

You pushed yourself closer against him. Closer, impossibly closer, until you were straddling his lap, moving against the tent in his jeans, feeling his big hands instinctively settle on your hips, and tasting the Pinot Noir on his lips.

Shit. Was this even a good idea?

You pulled away suddenly. A tiny whine came from Joel, who tried to chase your mouth, but you were insistent.

“Wait,” You panted.

His eyes opened fully. His brows were knitted, his lips were kiss-swollen, and his chest was heaving slowly.

“What?” Joel asked quietly, his thumbs idly tracing circles on either side of your hips.

“This…” You breathed. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I don’t want it to mean nothing.”

Joel smiled softly at your words.

“Means a whole lot to me, sweetheart.” His hand went to gently tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek in his wake. “We can talk about what this means, if you w—”

“Okay, good. Means a lot. Talk after.”

“After?” His eyebrows rose.

“After you fuck me.”

A breathy ‘Jesus Christ’ slipped from his throat, but Joel didn’t spend a second refusing your bold assumption.

With a hand on your nape, he leaned forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss, which you happily accepted, sighing against him.

His big hands then travelled to the back of your thighs, and the next thing you knew, he carelessly swept away whatever was decorating the base of your faucet, and carried you with ease to perch you atop the sink.

“Joel.” You mumbled urgently into his lips.

“Mmm?” He hummed back, not wanting to break your mouths apart for even a second. 

“Might break the sink again.”

“Don’t care. I’ll fuckin’ fix it again, then. Just… need you,” Joel groaned. “Look too fuckin’ good,”

And he pulled away. His half-lidded, cloudy gaze drank you in, sweeping down the snugness of your dress, and lingering on the generous amount of cleavage it revealed. His hands drifted higher and higher up your thighs, until they reached the hemline—dipping under just slightly.

“Too fuckin’ good,” He snarled.

You smirked. Knowing him, he was definitely going to ask if—

“How much was this dress?”

Sighing amusedly, “It wasn’t cheap.”

“How attached are you to it?” He mumbled, a hand reverently skirting up to your hip.

“A moderate amou—”

“Can I rip it off you?”

There it was.

In the many years you were married, Joel shredded more than enough articles of your precious wardrobe in similar heated moments. If you were to count the offences, you’d likely run out of fingers. Your wedding dress had been among the few survivors of his destructive tendencies, though not for lack of trying on his part.

You stifled a snort and shook your head, reaching up to caress his face. 

“No.” You smiled. “Because I’d like to wear it again.”

Joel held your hand against his face and huffed out an exaggerated sigh. “Next time.”

And then his hands found the zipper on your side, pulled it sharply down, and tugged the dress off you.

His eyes darkened.

You had chosen to don an intricate, black, lacey number underneath your dress that teased just enough and only hid the bare minimum. Of course, you had. You hadn’t had an opportunity to wear anything vaguely provocative in ages and were expecting some luck after your date.

You certainly didn’t expect that your ex-husband would be the one seeing it.

“This for him?” Joel’s lip twitched.

Heat rose in your cheeks. “Well, I—”

“Yeah, these don’t get a pass.”

With a sharp tearing noise slicing through the air, Joel ripped the flimsy lacey bra clean in half, watching intently, hungrily, as your tits spilled out.

“Joel!”

“I know, I know,” Joel grunted. “I’ll buy you a new set… buy you all the fuckin’ sets.”

You were about to object, intent on citing the price attached to that particular pair, but Joel had sunk back on his knees and spread your legs apart.

He pressed his lips on your inner thigh, scruff tickling your skin as he slowly, softly trailed his mouth upward, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His face came to a stop in front of your core, noticing how heavily you were breathing, and his eyes flicked up to yours, smirking. Smug fucking bastard.

“Joel.” You gritted your teeth.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t fucking tease me.” 

And he leaned his forehead against the lower part of your navel, taking a second to breathe in the unmistakable scent of your arousal seeping through your lingerie. 

He was practically salivating, now. 

“I’ll try not to, ma’am.” 

Without another word, he took the lace into his teeth, yanked his head sharply, and tore your panties open.

Confirming his suspicions, you were absolutely soaked. Slick drooled freely out of your puffy folds, taunting him and draining every ounce of self-restraint he had. 

Fuck, you were gorgeous.

“Tell me,” Joel said lowly, meeting your gaze once more as a thick finger swiped lightly through your lips, collecting your arousal. “This for him or me?”

“You.” You breathed without a second thought.

“Louder, sweetheart. My ears ain’t what they used to be.”

“You.”

Smirking wider, “Damn fucking right.”

Then, he happily hitched your legs over his shoulders, leaned forward, and dove in.

His tongue prodded into your heat, dragging down your walls and sending jolts of electricity down your spine. He worked fast and sloppily, sliding through your folds and flicking into your walls, urgently tasting you like he wouldn’t get another chance. 

Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, his eyes were almost black with desire, obscenely wet noises echoed in the silence of the tiled room as his tongue eagerly devoured you whole—

“Fuck, almost forgot how good you taste. So fuckin’ sweet.” Joel mumbled against your sex, entirely, wholly bewitched. “She missed me, too, huh? Just drippin’ for me…”

He continued to furiously lap at your entrance, scruff rubbing against your inner thighs. And then he moved up, planting messy kisses higher and higher until he reached your swollen clit.

You gasped brokenly, flinging a hand to grasp his curls as his lips alternated from pressing messy kisses along your seam to greedily sucking at your bundle of nerves, latching onto it almost desperately.

After a particularly delicious drag down the roof of your core, you rolled your hips up into his mouth and brought him closer to you with your grip in his hair.

“Shit—sorry.” You panted, breathing heavily.

He barely pulled away to look at you.

“Don’t fuckin’ be. I can handle it, you know I can.” Joel all but growled, before returning to attend to your needy fucking pussy.

He was like a man possessed; lapping frenziedly, groaning lowly into your sensitive skin, curved nose swiping through your folds as he worked.

Very soon, a familiar tingle in your lower stomach introduced itself.

“Joel,” You called urgently, attempting to warn him.

He knew you were close. Oh, he knew. So, he went faster and harder, pressing himself further against you, suffocation be fucking damned.

His low, wrecked voice came slurred and slightly muffled by your sex, “Y’gonna come? Go on, baby, all over my face—thaaat’s it.”

A shattered moan escaped from your throat, and you felt your release take over your body almost violently. You couldn’t help the way your legs clamped down around his head, but Joel loved it, letting you smother him and humming happily into your heat as he worked you through your climax, swallowing your release and eating like a man starved.

Finally, he pulled away with a wet squelch, softly pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and gently let your legs down.

And you were immediately greeted with the sight of his lower face shining with your slick.

A good look on him, if you’d say so yourself.

He smiled lazily, eyes blown-out and absolutely fucking pussydrunk. 

“That good for you, sweetheart?” He mused.

“You, Joel Miller, are what we call a munch.” You smiled back.

Pride bloomed across his face. “Gladly, sweets.” 

And you pulled him up by the collar of his flannel shirt into a filthy kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.

He let his eyes fall shut and reached up to curl a hand around your jaw as he returned the kiss, his brows furrowed in concentration.

Not wasting any time, your hands flew to his belt, blindly fumbling at the leather material to slide it out of the loops of his jeans.

Joel chuckled, leaning forward to trail his lips down your neck, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses.

“Need somethin’, baby?”

“Wanna return the favour,” You glanced down at the bulge in his lap.

“Mm-mm. That was more for me than you. Missed your sweet fuckin’ pussy.” Joel mumbled against your pulse point.

“Munch.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Yeah, yeah.” Joel sighed, lifting his head and undoing his jeans just barely enough to pull himself free from his boxers. 

You heard yourself swallow.

Joel Miller was a big man, and you were very aware of that fact. It was written all across his body; from his impossibly broad shoulders, to his beefy arms, to his thick fucking cock.

He stroked himself, once, twice, as his eyes fell to your pulsating, slick core. Beads of precum leaked from his flushed tip and down his length as he did so.

“Spread those legs wider for me, baby. Let me see you,” He breathed lowly.

And you very willingly obliged.

“There’s my girl,” Joel hummed.

With a hand around his base, he guided himself closer to your drooling cunt, nudging his swollen head against you.

Sighing, “Deep breath, baby.”

And he slowly forced himself in, one hand on the small of your back, the other on the underside of your thigh, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he steadily fed you his cock.

You gasped some variant of a plea.

Needless to say, he was a tight fucking fit.

“Takin’ me so well. That’s it, baby, let me in.” He blabbed mindlessly as he continued to sink deeper inside. 

Deeper, deeper, deeper…

He winced. “Shit—there you go.”

When all of him was nested inside your welcoming channel, he let out a gasped expletive at the sensation.

Full. You felt so full with him inside. You always did.

“Fuck, missed this.” Joel panted, resting his forehead against yours. 

You tried to echo the sentiment, but the only thing you were capable of doing was letting out an incoherent groan of his name.

Joel got the message, though.

Maintaining an unhurried tempo, he rolled his hips back and forth, slowly dragging his thickness against your walls, making you painfully aware of every last inch of him.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He mumbled, voice airy.

“Good. Feels so good.”

And, fuck, he did. 

He felt amazing.

His tempo soon picked up, leaving your mouth to fall open as you took every inch of him again and again, stretching you open with enough pleasure to dull the slight pain.

“Tell me,” Joel hummed as he continued to drive ceaselessly in and out of your tight channel, adopting a false lilt of indifference. “Who’s fuckin’ you so good, huh?”

An incoherent syllable slipped from your lips.

“Who, baby?” Joel urged you, unrelenting in his pace. “Sure as hell ain’t fuckin’ Mark.”

Dumbly, you shook your head.

“You, Joel.”

Your words were almost drowned out by the symphony of your own moans, which were accompanied by the obscenely wet slaps that sounded every time his hips fully met yours.

“Louder.” He snarled, punctuating his response with an intentionally rough ram. “Neighbours can’t hear you yet, c’mon.”

“You, Joel!”

Satisfied, his hands went to hold you by your waist, keeping you as still as possible as he drove insistently into you, his tip now kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You cried out at the feeling, nails raking down his back.

Heat pooled in your gut, your vision blurred, a high-pitched ringing almost deafened your ears.

“Joel, Joel, I’m…” You babbled.

“Close? Go on, gorgeous. Let me feel you choke my dick.”

With his blessing, his name left your mouth in a high-pitched scream, and you felt yourself clench around his throbbing length as your orgasm rippled across your body like an earthquake.

Joel, being the overachiever he was, didn’t stop for even a second until your breathing slowed and your eyes fluttered open again.

And, once he saw that you had recovered, he leaned forward to slant his mouth against yours, swallowing your sighs.

“You okay?” He mumbled into the kiss, barely breaking away.

“Yeah.” You exhaled. 

He smiled against your lips.

“Good. Almost there, baby. Gonna take you against the sink, now, and you’re gonna give me one more, how’s that sound?”

You nodded dreamily, feeling him slowly pull out.

He leaned back and, with his hands on your waist, delicately set you down.

“Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.” 

You acquiesced without hesitation, bracing yourself on the porcelain countertop.

Joel hummed, kicked your legs open even wider, and, not long after, sank the entirety of his cock into you in one deep thrust.

A sharp breath hit the air behind you, and an airy ‘fuck’ followed it. This angle made him feel bigger, if that was even possible.

He didn’t wait long after that. He couldn’t. Overcome with the need to feel you, he started moving. The first thrust was slow. Experimental. The second was hard. The third was harder.

Before you knew it, his big hands found a home on your hips, and he began to drive roughly into you, as if making up for lost time.

He certainly proved he was willing to atone for his absence, thrust after thrust.

“Oh, look at you.” Joel tutted and pulled your hair to tilt your head upwards.

You came face to face with the woman in the bathroom mirror.

Somewhere in between thrusts, your mouth had fallen agape, letting loose a long whine of pleasure, which was stuttered by every slam of his hips against yours.

Your hair was frizzy, your face was flushed, your hooded gaze was flooded with desire, and a light sheen of sweat doused every inch of your skin.

You were a wreck, thanks to the man fucking you so well behind you.

“Eyes up here.” Joel sighed. “Keep ‘em open. Gotta watch how well you take me.”

Joel was even more of a sight. 

The top few buttons of his flannel were undone, his sleeves were haphazardly rolled up, his hair was wild, and the look on his weathered face was nothing short of territorial as he held you to him and fucked you with reckless abandon.

Your eyes fell to where your bodies were connected, hypnotised by how easily his tanned cock disappeared in and out of your puffy cunt.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The corners of his lips were coyly upturned when he cooed, “Don’t we look good, baby?”

You could only respond in broken syllables.

“Yeah,” He grunted. Then, after a particularly forceful thrust, “we do.”

He continued to ram into you, finding your cervix with each thrust, keeping his eyes trained on the mirror, fixated on how your tits bounced so prettily for him.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, jaw tight.

If your brain hadn’t been turned to mush after the two orgasms he forced out of you, you would’ve heard him. But all you were focused on was the rush of another climax approaching.

You gripped the countertop harder and gritted your teeth, feeling warmth collecting in your stomach and bracing yourself for impact.

As if reading your mind, Joel’s hand moved from your hip to your front, trailing down until he brushed your clit, rubbing sloppy semi-cricles and whispering sweet things as you whimpered.

“You gonna give me one more?” He murmured encouragingly, his nose nudging the side of your face.

You could only manage an open-mouthed nod.

His fingers sped in their motions, swiping at your clit feverishly as he continued to rut into you, grazing your cervix each time.

Again. And again. 

“Come for me, sweetheart. I’ll catch you.” He whispered gently.

Your jaw slackened, your heartbeat quickened, and, in a blinding flash of pleasure, you came with his name on your tongue, helpless to the throes of your climax.

“There you go. Shit… so good for me.” Joel groaned. And then, urgently, “Where—where do you want me to–?”

Not even a full second later, “Inside.” 

“You sure?” He panted, starstruck. 

“I have an IUD, just—please.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he pressed closer, his chest flush against your back, letting you feel every shaky pull of his breath as he caged you in. His hands found yours at the edge of the sink, lacing over them gently. His head dropped beside yours, his forehead nearly touching your temple, and a warm breath fanned across your skin as he sighed. 

And then he resumed his earlier pace.

He rammed into you hard and fast, chasing his own release as if it were a life-or-death situation. And all you could do was take it.

After a dozen more jerky thrusts, his breath caught in his throat and, with a low curse, he came. Hot ropes of his spend spilled inside you, and he rode it out until he couldn’t give you any more, which took a few more lazy rolls of his hips.

His breath evened not long after, warm and steady against your browbone. Soothing, almost.

Gently, he pulled out of you, and you felt his come slowly drip down your thighs.

“Fuck,” He breathed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, scruff rubbing against your crown as he did so.

And he bowed his head to rest it on the crook of your neck.

“That was great, George.” You panted.

Joel snorted tiredly. “Just couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

“Nope.”

He huffed out a chuckle.

Then, he languidly pressed a trail of open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach—the underside of your jaw, your throat, your neck, and down, still.

A warm, fuzzy sort of feeling radiated from his touch, lulling you into a state of bliss. It felt like love; it felt like coming home.

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

Joel mumbled something unintelligible against your shoulder.

“What?” You replied, breaking free from your trance.

“I said,” He pulled away and, with two fingers on your chin, tenderly turned your face to look at him. His voice was wrecked and so very earnest when he finally repeated himself. “Don’t send the papers. Please.”

He held the rest of his plea in his eyes in the way they shone with a certain sincerity.

You smiled softly and shook your head. Because you knew you never really had any intention to. Because you wanted to hold on to him. And you were glad he wanted to hold on to you, too.

Your lips found his. Gentle, delicate, a reassurance. He gave in to the kiss almost immediately, sighing into your mouth.

“I won’t.”

And you meant it.

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You got it!

The Littlest Wayne: Jason's Experience

You're a weird baby.

At least, that's what Jason thinks. You don't really cry about anything, you don't whine much except when you're maneuvered uncomfortably or rudely woken up from a nap before you're ready. But even then, it's almost a complaint for the sake of complaining, and not really a full-blown fit.

( It's great for allowing your new, vigilante family to sleep through the night. Horrible for their collective paranoia, which makes them get up to check and make sure you're still breathing through the night anyway. )

You're not deaf — Bruce had you taken in for a full examination and health screening while the ink on your adoption papers were still drying — so that's not why you're quiet, either. Aside from being a touch underweight, likely from whoever cared for you before, it seems like you just don't have much to be upset about.

Jason thinks that weird as fuck. Nobody is neglecting you or anything, but there are times where the lack of hunger cues make one of your brothers realize you haven't eaten since breakfast, or that nobody has checked your diaper in four hours and you've just been chilling in a wet nappy. This makes his monitoring of your general well-being increase ten-fold, to the point that he's the one that spends the most time with you aside from Bruce.

Dr. Leslie insists that some babies are just Like That. Alfred does, too. Their lack of concern helps him be less concerned. But it's still there. Surely there's something a baby would cry about; you're a fuckin baby, and that's, like, your primary job besides eating and sleeping.

He finds out that there is, in fact, something to cry about when he comes back from a week-long job as the Red Hood, having needed to leave the Manor to track down a criminal organization quickly gaining traction that he didn't like the looks of. When he wraps up the last of those loose ends, he steps into his apartment in Crime Alley and digs out his personal phone, switching it on to find dozens of messages from Bruce and his brothers.

Replacement: Dude, u need to get back here ASAP when ur done. The babe is straight tweakin

Eldest Daughter Syndrome: Heyyy lil wing 👋 no rush no rush, but swing by when you've got a sec! Our newest member misses you 🍼

Ninja Wannabe: Todd, your presence is required. Father's newest ward is screaming incessantly without you to entertain their mindless brain. I've retreated to Bludhaven to spare my ears until your return.

B: Stay safe, Jaylad. Adjusting to you being gone is a little tough for the baby, as I'm sure your brothers already told you. I just want you to know that there's no obligation to hurry back. They're okay, and the screaming isn't as bad as everyone is making it out to be.

Alfred: Good day, Master Jason. There is an entire batch of double-fudge brownies with your name on it upon your safe return. Best wishes.

You must be screaming the manor down if Alfred is bribing Jason with junk food, let alone a whole tray of it. He hurries out of his armor with half-concern, half-amusement, showers, then speeds off. In less than an hour, he's pulling into the driveway and parking his bike, and Tim was not fucking lying when he texted him.

Turns out it was good that you weren't a huge crier, because you had pipes that put opera singers to shame. When Jason steps inside, the faint, high pitched whines he heard through the door turn into full-fledged wailing. It's just a matter of following it down a couple corridors before he reaches the day room, which was recently repurposed into one of your play areas. He locks onto the image of one very distressed Dick, face flushed and cotton stuffed in his ears as he desperately jangles a set of plastic keys over your body.

"C'mon, baby bat," he croons, sounding near tears himself, "I dunno what you need. Calm down, honey, please."

You lie on a playmat in front of Dick, paying the toy no mind. Your eyes are squeezed shut, tears are running down your cheeks, your face is ruby red, and your tiny fists are clenched as tight as possible as you kick your legs and wail, and wail, and wail some more. It would be impressive if it weren't concerning.

"Whoa," Jason blurts, stepping fully into the room. Dick spots him and slumps with visible relief, like a puppet with cut strings. "They've been like this the whole time?"

"They were completely fine the first day! But next morning, we saw them looking around for you, and...well." Dick gestures helplessly to your thrashing form. Jason tuts and scoops you into his arms, wincing a bit at your shriek, and starts to gently bounce you.

"Hey, there," he mutters, "what's all this now, weirdo? You didn't have me around to spoon feed you gross baby mush or wipe your butt, and now you're making it everybody else's problem? Huh? That's rude as hell."

Your cries continue a little while longer. Jason continues to talk to you, to call your antics silly, to soothe you, until you finally crack an eye open and register just who it is that's got you in their arms. You stare at Jason kinda like he's an alien, brows furrowed and nose scrunched, but then your wails dissolve into sobs, then little hiccups, then just the occasional sniffle. One of your hands unclenches to latch onto his shirt instead, and you mush your face into his chest.

And you just. Completely stop it. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Alfred, and Damian had fallen all over themselves for days trying to soothe you, and a couple minutes of staring at Jason had completely eliminated the problem.

"You gotta move back to the Manor," Dick blurts from where he remained on the floor, wide-eyed and hands clasped together. "Please come back. Please. I am begging. On my hands and knees if you need it. I will do all your chores for the next year. Do not leave again."

"Not my fault I'm the favorite," Jason huffs, but the protective way he holds you, the concerned way he's checking over your face and throat to see if you hurt yourself crying for so long, the continued bouncing he does for you, all points to him moving back home. He makes the arrangements the next day.

And if Jason makes sure future missions he has to go on don't last more than two days, well, that's no one's business but his own.

You're still a weird baby, though. Even if Jason being your favorite is pretty cool.

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“Hello. If this video has reached you, then that can only mean one thing: I have died.”

*there’s a tense moment of silence before someone snorts offscreen, then everyone’s laughing*

“God, Danny, what the hell??” A tired feminine voice exclaims.

A male voice pipes up offscreen. “Come on, Jazz, that was hilarious!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have let him write the script!” A purple stuffed animal flies quickly into the shot where the first guy is laughing with his head on the desk and it bounces off his head and out of the shot again.

“Aw, but that wouldn’t be fair, Sam, would it? It’s my reveal video.”

“How many puns did you fit in it?” The second voice asks, sounding distinctly gleeful.

“At least twelve, depending on how you count puns that can go both ways,” the guy on screen says as he wiggles an eyebrow to the camera lens, which sets off the second guy’s laughter again.

There’s a couple sighs heard and the first gal’s voice is heard closer as the camera moves. In the background you can hear the guy laughing on the floor about a blooper reel before complaining about steel toed boots. “Okay, we’ll try this again, little brother. Next time don’t—” the video cuts out

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۶ৎ HANDYMAN!CHRIS x NEIGHBOR!READER

neighbor!reader getting back at handyman!chris after he stole her underwear..

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... mentions of masturbation (m), swearing

the soft sound of your feet padding across the floor was the only thing that could be heard as you opened your front door, and stepped outside. keeping the door open, you took one or two steps onto chris’s doormat, knocking three times on the door.

waiting patiently, the cold breeze from the staircase gently blew by you, leaving a small trail of goosebumps. suddenly, almost messily with a faint ‘fuck!’ behind the door, it flew open.

your eyes met chris’s, before they trailed down his form. he was wearing a white tank top, along with grey sweatpants. his hair was tousled, and you could tell he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. “oh- hey there,” he then spoke with a gruff voice, rubbing his eye. it left you to wonder if you’d just woken him up, but that made no difference.

“hi, chris. um- i was just wondering if you could help me with the sink? it’s, um, well. it’s rather messed up,” you smiled with a soft voice, pointing over your shoulder to motion for your apartment. “i mean, if you’re not in a hurry or anything.”

he definitely wasn’t. he’d just been woken up by your knocking, almost shocked when he saw your pretty face ask for help.

“uh- yeah. sure, it’s not problem. i’ll just go get a few things.. just wait inside, you uh- you must be cold,” yeah, he knew you were cold from the way his eyes trailed down to your hardened nipples beneath the tank top you had on. his eyes trailed back up to your face, offering you a smile before he turned back around to find whatever he needed.

returning the smile, you went back inside, leaving the door open for him. no, the sink wasn’t broken. the sink actually worked perfectly fine for that matter. you just wanted to see chris, who’d snooped through your underwear, so what else could you do than loosen the pipes a little?

not long after, chris stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him. you returned from the bathroom, giving him a small wave. “come on, it’s in the bathroom. there’s, like, a wet mess under the sink,” you said while walking him to the bathroom, before you both stepped inside.

“oh, yeah. that’s not a problem, it’ll only take a second,” his eyes flickered from the wet stain back to your eyes, while you just nodded, acting completely dumb and clueless. “thank you!” you chirped, watching him awkwardly fit under the counter, just like you’d done prior.

while he worked on the pipe, you chitchatted. he explained that his door was acting up, and you were confused as to why he didn’t just fix it—he knew so much anyway. you talked about your studies and how boring university is, while chris spoke about his business,

“have you also.. lost some clothes?” you said with a smirk, that he couldn’t see, leaning against the counter. you knew exactly where those panties you lost a week ago had gone—chris’s pocket. immediately he went flushed, which you also couldn’t see. thank god for that.

“um, no. uh- not really. ma-maybe, like, a sock?” he lied straight through his teeth, well aware of the panties he had sneaked out of your laundry basket and later fisted around his cock.

“but um- no. nothing other than that. it’s odd,” he muttered, getting back up from under the counter. “yeah, it’s odd.. well, it’s whatever. thank you again!” you smiled at him again, meeting his eyes in a form of unannounced stare contest, that he then broke off.

“it’s no problem. just- just give me a call if you have any other problems,” he rubbed the back of his neck, praying that the pink tint had worn off his cheeks. it hadn’t.

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[cheekytv]

too much ain't enough -- g. clarke & a. hill & c. dixon x reader 18+

an unfortunate incident leads to you having to move into casa hill-dixon-clarke. obviously, they offered you a place to stay. obviously, you are very thankful. and, obviously, the tension that builds up between you and your new flatmates purely exists to give into it.... right?

pairing: george x f!reader x chris x arthur hill genre: smut MDNI!!! warnings: foursome, unprotected sex (woopsie doopsie), throat fucking, creampie, cum swallowing, oral (m. receiving), boys are a bit perverted but oh well, loads of tension wc: 4.9k a/n: hi there! welcome to... this... shitshow? listen, i am just a whore what can i say. i hope you enjoy!!! don't forget to reblog / comment / send an ask telling me what you think <3

as much as you wish it doesn’t, the burning feeling of guilt sweeps through you as you watch arthur roll your suitcase into his (or now your) room. 

“is this really okay?” you ask for the seventh time this hour and arthur chuckles, putting his hands on his hips as he turns to you.

“stop asking already, if it weren’t okay we wouldn’t have offered, alright?” he gives you a smile and you bite down on your lip, hugging yourself with your arms as you nod slightly.

“i just feel so bad for-,”

“kicking me out my room, i know, y/n, you’ve said that about four hundred times.” he walks over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. the smile he gives you reaches his pretty hazel eyes and you finally give in.

“i’m sorry, you’re right. you wouldn't have offered. thanks, arthur, really.”

all of this hassle and your guilty conscience because one of the pipes in your building randomly decided to burst and leave you with a flooded bath- and living room. the damage was too big for you to move back in for the next couple of weeks (if not months) and when you had cried about it to your friends, they had promptly invited you to stay with them. 

you have been friends with chris, george and arthur for over two years now, being in the same circle due to working the same job. the three of them have somehow become your closest friends in the past few months; you hanging around their place with arthur and bach more often than you were at your own place anyways. but you never spent the night, never saw them in the morning, never were part of their daily routines at their flat.

now, that’s about to change.

the first few days go smoothly, even with you around in the mornings. arthur is crashing on the couch for the time being and sharing bathrooms with george while you get his all to yourself. and it’s nice, it’s perfectly fine. 

except for the fact that the more chris, george and arthur are around you, the less they can ignore how attracted they are to you. the way you wear your hair, the sweet perfume you put on every morning, your genuine smile and these bloody skirts you love to wear - it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. 

it becomes a topic amongst them only a few days after you move in. the first time chris mentions it to george is right after he watched you hurry into the living room with nothing but a very short bathrobe on, your skin glowy from what he assumes is body oil and your hair in wet curls over your shoulders. his ability to breath temporarily left him and he could only return the smile you gave him with the most awkward wave of his life. 

he’s leaning over the kitchen island with george eating cereal next to him, seated.

“i am starting to regret this.” chris says and george chews his food, shrugging before swallowing.

“you’re being dramatic. just… don’t look.”

he is punched in the face by karma a minute later when you walk into the room with said bathrobe, laughing about how you got one thing earlier only to forget the second. george chokes on the spoon of cereal he just shoved into his mouth and chris slaps him on the back, giving you another awkward wave. 

“what was that?” he then says to his friend who’s still recovering from his coughing fit.

in reality, the boys are just severely under fucked. seeing a beautiful woman in a bathrobe should not get them this excited. but work is rough and their time is already limited. chris hasn’t been on a date in months which, according to his friend group, is an actual scandal. 

arthur isn’t much better. he’s been thinking about you sleeping in his bed every night on the couch. he feels like a creep, imagining his sheets smelling like you, imagining waking up next to you. he can’t help it though. not when you’re that pretty and that hot. it shouldn’t be legal to be both, he thinks.

the three of them talk about nothing else in their group chat. 

finchy: if i see one of her panties in the washing again i will literally chop my hand off

chris: any specific reason for that particular body part?

finchy: …

finchy: fuck off

george: when i did the washing last week i almost cried 

george: she has this pair of like pink panties with white bows and i’m just

chris: i need you to stop talking 

george: suffer with me wth

finchy: i need a cold shower

george: also arthur don’t you dare wank off on our couch 

it’s the one month anniversary of your move and the boys are out for a football shoot. you take the opportunity to prepare dinner. the last month had been hectic as hell and you hadn’t gotten the chance to properly thank them for their kindness. 

you cook your signature bolognese, clean the apartment and decorate it with flowers you bought from the market in the morning. a beautifully set table, delicious food and several bottles of expensive wine, two candles in some pretty candlesticks you found in the cupboards. you turn on some soft music, humming along as you do the last bits and bobs before the boys come home. 

it didn’t go over your head, obviously. the gazes, the lingering touches, the awkwardness. and maybe, once you’ve figured it out, you did kind of… do it on purpose. walked around in that bathrobe that made george choke and chris lose his ability to speak. chose some more scandalous skirts from your closet when you left your room for the day. let your underwear lay on top of the washing for them to see. 

all of it seems like fun and games to you, but it also opens up a door you never really intended to open. by all means, you never expected to be attracted to your three closest friends, not like this. but living with them also meant seeing them in a way you hadn’t before. george’s bedhead and his bare chest in the mornings when you were already sitting on the couch planning something on your ipad, the way chris’ would stretch before a run and how he’d come back with his cheeks rosy and his hair sweaty, how arthur looked right out of a shower, his hair a mop of wet curls on his head, all his tattoos on display when he walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. 

you are just a girl. a girl with eyes and needs and, fuck, has it been long since someone fucked you properly. getting off in arthur’s bed feels strange so you haven’t even done that and the shower… god, it feels wrong, too. so, you haven’t come in a month. your body is on fire, your thoughts are anything but innocent. and maybe, just maybe, tonight isn’t just about thanking them for letting you stay but also trying to see if they were up for… something. 

just when you get the spaghetti into the water, you hear the front door unlocking. your head turns to the door, a smile forming on your lips. 

“something smells incredible.” you hear arthur say and you giggle to yourself, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. 

a moment later, the three men walk in, all of their jaws slightly dropped.

“surprise!” you grin, walking around the island and over to them. “i thought it was about time to properly thank you for letting me stay here. so, i cooked you dinner and bought some wine, cleaned the place, you know, nothing too grand but still nice.” 

chris, george and arthur are speechless. not just because of the delicious scent inside their apartment, but because of you. it’s like you peeked inside their minds, like you scouted every message to know exactly what they talked about. 

finchy: if i see her in that tennis skirt one more time

george: don’t even get me started

chris: i feel like the creepiest creep on earth but… same

finchy: like fucking hell 

finchy: i vote we burn it so i don’t get another fucking hard on when she’s just standing there

george: i hate that i can’t even make fun of you for that

chris: sigh

chris: same

the white tennis skirt and football jersey over it makes all of their minds go places they aren’t so sure they should. 

“that’s…. wow, you- you really didn’t have to.” chris somehow stumbles out but you shake your head.

“no, no. i wanted to. dinner is ready in like fifteen minutes, yeah?” you give them another wide smile and turn around again, grabbing your phone from the counter. 

the boys exchange looks. how on earth was this night going to end?

the dinner goes smoothly. after the boys all take their well needed showers you gather around the dining table. the wine flows, the bolognese gets complimented and laughter continuously fills the air. it almost feels like it did before you moved in, almost. there is this new addition to the mix, a tension that lays above you all like an invisible blanket. 

it’s in the way george’s eyes linger on your lips when you talk, in the way arthur pours you wine and smiles at you and how chris’ fingers brush against yours when he hands you the salt. perhaps it’s also in the way you speak to them, how you can’t keep your eyes off their handsome faces when they talk, how you thrive on their attention on you. 

after dinner, when arthur and george begin cleaning up the table and chris opens another bottle of the wine you bought, you find yourself seated on the couch, wondering. 

not long and the boys join you. george and arthur on the carpet, chris on the couch with you. the conversation from before continues, but it’s different somehow - the tension is thick and heavy and you wonder how and when it’ll become too much. 

“how about a little game?” you finally propose and the boys look at you with slightly raised brows.

“what game?” george asks and you shift on your seat, taking a small sip of your wine glass.

“i was thinking… never have i ever?” you grin. 

“cheeky.” chris laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“you start then.” arthur clinks his rings against his wine glass absentmindedly. 

the first few rounds are tame. but with time passing and more glasses of wine getting emptied… it’s no surprise the spirits change and everyone feels a little bit bolder. 

“never have i ever touched myself in a bed that isn’t mine.” arthur’s words reach your ears and your eyebrows raise up. oh, this was surely aimed at you. 

“cheeky, arthur.” you chuckle, but keep your glass down. “but i fear that hasn’t happened.” you tilt your head and arthur’s eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and disappointment in them.

george and chris press their lips together, suppressing a laugh. 

“never have i ever imagined someone touching themselves in my bed.” you then continue, gaze fixed on arthur, who feels his own throat go dry for a second. then, he raises his glass and takes a sip, never breaking eye contact. you smile wider.

“hm, interesting.” 

“but wait, i have a question.” chris leans forward, curiosity playing on his pretty face. “just purely out of curiosity… the shower, then?” 

“christopher dixon, are you actually asking me where i’ve masturbated in your apartment right now?” you reply laughing, throwing one of the pillows at him. george and arthur chime into the laughter, but all of you know it’s not really a joke. it’s the start of something else, something that should feel forbidden but somehow doesn’t. 

“i mean, yeah. if it���s not in arthur’s room it surely has to be the shower, right?”

you lean back, eyeing chris for a second. then, you shake your head.

“i fear you’ll have to live with the fact i have not done that in your apartment as of right now.”

the silence that follows your words is louder than any words. you’ve been living with them for a month. and as far as they know you haven’t been shagging anyone. does that mean…?

“you haven’t gotten off all this month?!” arthur finally breaks through the silence and you turn your head towards him, raising a brow.

“what? like it’s hard?” you stop for a second, grinning. “because it’s not.”

the boys all laugh at your stupid joke, shaking their heads at you. still, the atmosphere-change stays. even with the laughter, with the playfulness - it’s all somewhat feign. 

when the laughter finally dies and all that stays is a loaded silence, the boys, while not communicating openly, know they are all sharing the same thought.

“perhaps,” george now starts, wetting his lip, “we should change the game. fancy a round of truth or dare?”

it’s a farce. you know it, they know it. but you play along, nodding as you bring your glass to your lips, taking another sip.

“sure.” you wait for one of them to ask you, to make you say the words all of you need to hear. 

“truth or dare?” arthur breaks the moment of silence, his pretty eyes focused on you. butterflies go crazy inside your stomach as you lick over your lips, the remaining drops of wine coating the tip of your tongue.

“truth.” it’s probably not what they want to hear - or maybe it is. maybe they want to know what you truthfully feel before daring you to do anything.

“would you like it if…,” arthur’s eyes flick from you to chris and back, “if chris kissed you right now?” his voice is merely a whisper, sending shivers down your spine. you slowly move your head, seeing chris look at you from the other side of the couch, his hand still holding his wine glass. he looks so pretty in this light, green eyes sparkling and the white jumper hanging off his frame. you bite your lip and finally nod, giving arthur an answer to his question.

“yes… yes, i would like that.” 

with every second that passed, the tension in the room seems to grow thicker. the invisible blanket is about to suffocate you in the most delicious way.

“chris? truth or dare.” george’s voice chimes in now and your heartbeat picks up speed. 

“dare.” a no brainer, of course. he is already moving forward, the wine glass finding its way onto the small table separating you from george and arthur.

“i dare you to kiss her.” 

chris doesn’t wait long. his hands find your waist and you’re suddenly so close to him, the smell of his lemony body wash fills your senses and leaves you wanting more. his breath hovers over you for just a second before his lips finally touch yours. what starts out sweet, lips slowly moving against each other, becomes more heated with every fleeting moment. 

your free hand moves to his nape, fingers curling into the hair at his neckline, your eyes shut close. chris tastes like wine and warmth, his tongue tackling yours skilfully. feeling arthur and george’s gazes on you only makes the whole thing hotter. you feel their eyes burning on your skin, can only imagine how much they want to be in chris’ stead or just.. participate in any way. 

parting from chris feels like the hardest thing you ever had to do, but you do it, looking at george and arthur. their faces are flushed and they look even better than you had anticipated. without saying another word, you slowly get up, setting your glass onto the table as well, lowering yourself onto the floor and straight onto arthur’s lap. his breath gets stuck in his throat when he feels you close in, his eyes fluttering shut when your hands land on his cheeks and your lips on his. 

george and chris watch you and arthur hungrily, their best friend’s making out, your legs straddling him, his hands on your hips. 

arthur’s kisses are intoxicating. they are surely going to get you more drunk than any wine ever could. the way his lips feel against yours, the way his mustache rubs against your upper lip, the way his tongue feels inside your mouth…

but there is a third person, someone you can’t leave hanging. so, with all the selfcontrol you can gather, you get off arthur’s lap just to move over to george, who’s already awaiting you. his blue eyes stare up at you, lips slightly parted and, god, he’s so hot. 

his big hands move to your waist, practically dragging you on top of him. having waited the longest, he dives into the kiss right away, one hand now grabbing your face, lips crashing against yours. he devours you deliciously, a moan slipping through your lips as your fingers dig into his pretty curls. 

chris and arthur watch, arthur slowly moving closer and chris getting off the couch. nothing matters anymore, nothing but you and this moment and what they want to do to you - with you. 

it doesn’t take long for you to feel another pair of lips on your body - arthur, you guess - pressing kisses against your neck. and then there is another pair of hands, caressing your sides, slowly moving underneath your shirt. 

it’s all too much and yet not enough. all the unspoken words, the longing gazes, the lingering touches. the pent of frustration of not touching yourself in a month has you drenched, your hips grinding down on george, who groans against your lips, hands now both back on your hips.

“someone’s eager,” he breathes with a smirk and you bite down on your lip, looking up at him with wide eyes. just that alone almost makes him beg you to let him fuck you. instead, he dips forward again, kissing you passionately. 

someone needs to touch you, you don’t care who. and as if he can read your mind, arthur moves even closer, lips still kissing your neck, nimble fingers finding their way underneath your skirt. that god forsaken tennis skirt he has fantasised about so many times. 

he can’t stop the moan when he feels your drenched panties.

“fuck, you’re so wet for us, aren’t you, love?” 

he shoves them to the side, fingers gliding over your folds, thriving on the way you feel,on how easy it is to slip between your legs, and on the sounds you make when he finally touches your throbbing clit. 

chris, meanwhile, frees your tits from the restraints of your bra. his thumb and index squeeze your nipples and you arch your back against arthur. 

“fucking hell.” chris feels like he’s about to explode. his cock is straining against his underwear and joggers and he can only imagine arthur and george feel the same way. after all the dancing around it, the conversations in the group chat… it’s kind of a miracle neither of them came in their pants so far. 

your hips begin to move against arthur’s hand, your senses not your own anymore. fingers dig into george’s shoulders now as the latter continues to kiss you like he owns you. his lips and tongue chase yours, hot breath and saliva, too much and yet not enough to satisfy your yearning. 

“take this off, will you, darling?” chris’ voice echoes through your mind and all you can do is nod and part from george for a second to let them get your jersey off of you. your bra falls down onto the floor with it, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear. neither of the three men know how on earth they deserve this. deserve you.

“jesus christ…” george moves forward, lips catching one of your nipples, his right hand grabbing the other breast, cupping it possessively. arthur is now right behind you, thumb still rubbing circles on your clit while his lips suck marks onto the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders. and chris? chris takes george’s place, claiming your lips with his, hands grabbing your face. 

all their attention on you, their lips, their hands… it’s about to make you explode in a load of fireworks. noone has ever made you feel this way and you doubt anyone but them ever will again. while you have absolutely no idea what this means for you and them in the future, the prospect making slight worry creep up your spine for just a fleeting moment - right now it doesn’t matter. not when you’re about to have your first orgasm of the night, the first orgasm in a month, the first of many to come. 

“oh, fu-fuck!” you cry against chris’ lips, his tongue licking over your bottom lip and just when his teeth sink into it, you feel it hit, the high you’ve been craving for a whole month. 

arthur leads you through it with his thumb, pressing down as you grind down on him and george, as your head begins to spiral and your body shakes from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“good girl, came so prettily for us,” george kisses his way up, licking along your skin and you whimper, eyes fluttering shut and open, stars dancing in front of you. 

you find yourself laying flat on the carpet next, george in between your legs, arthur and chris kneelings by your sides. from here, you can see that all three of them are clearly… struggling and you lick over your lips, reaching out for arthur and chris.

“let me take care of you…” you whisper, palms pressing against their very present erections. they groan and nod, shoving down their pants and briefs, freeing their cocks - finally. your pussy throbs at the sight just as your mouth waters. you look from one to the other, sure you’re about to wake up from yet another wet dream. 

but no, when you let your thumbs swipe over their sensitive tips to gather precum for the glide, you’re still here and don’t wake up. and when you begin to stroke their cocks, when you hear them breathe heavily - you’re still not waking up. 

george watches you, eyeing you like you’re his prey and perhaps you are. his fingers move to get your panties off your legs and this time he doesn’t feel any ounce of shame when he brings them to his nose, taking in your perfect scent. 

“i fear you’ve opened a door you’ll never get to close again, pretty girl.” 

your eyes meet his and you watch him free himself as well, watch his pretty cock slap against his clothed stomach and, fuck, why are they all still wearing so much clothes? You can’t really complain though, not when george grabs your thighs and pushes them back, eyes now glued to your glistening folds. 

“you have no idea how many nights i’ve dreamt about this.” his words make another shiver run down your spine and you cry out his name when you feel his tip enter you. his big hand is wrapped around his cock, pushing more and more of him inside you. you had had a hunch that he was on the bigger side, but this? fucking hell. 

it takes him a good while to bottom out, your hands still wrapped around his flatmates’ cocks, stroking them. arthur and chris have their heads thrown back, enjoying the way your hands feels around them. 

“what a perfectly tight cunt you have, love.” george groans, both hands now back to pushing your thighs back. when he does his first thrust, you can’t stop the loud moan, your whole body shaking with lust. 

“oh, oh, isn’t someone a loud one?” george teases. “perhaps someone should stuff your mouth, hm?”

the thought alone makes you whimper, tears beginning to well in your eyes. chris and arthur exchange a glance, but finally chris is the one who moves, your hand slipping from his cock, now replaced by his own.

“we don’t want to disturb the neighbours, do we?” he smirks, his cock now right there in front of your mouth. you open obediently and his eyes sparkle with hunger. you are going to end him, he just knows it. he lets his tip glide over your tongue, the sensation already almost enough to make him burst. when you close your lips around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, he thinks he might be in love with you. 

“holy shit.” he groans once he’s fully buried inside your mouth, his cock feeling right at home inside your pretty mouth. 

“don’t you look pretty with chrissie’s cock in your mouth, darling.” george licks over his lips. “let’s see how pretty you are while you get your pussy and mouth fucked at the same time, yeah?” 

they go mayhem on you. 

and you love it. 

love the way george pounds into your pussy like he was meant for it.

love the way chris sounds as he fucks down your throat.

love the way arthur grips your hand with his to move faster around his cock. 

their sounds make you stumble over the edge again, all too much and still it never feels like enough. 

george feels you clenching around him, his grip on your thighs tightening. holy hell, you truly are a sight to behold. tits bouncing with every thrust, your skirt risen up, hair a mess on the carpet. not to mention the view of chris inside your mouth. 

picking up his speed, george lets his eyes wander over your body, finally reaching where he keeps fucking into you. his breath hitches and he can’t hold back any longer, his head tipping back as his hips chase his high. 

“fuck!” he feels his climax rush over him, quickly pulling out and watching his cum paint your stomach in pretty streaks of white. he falls back, leaning against the couch, his chest heaving. 

“who’s next?” he smirks, pulling a hand through his hair. chris, too focused on your mouth and the way it’s all warm and perfect around his cock, doesn’t even think about switching to your cunt, which leaves the musician of the group to take the spot between your legs. 

“hold on.” he beckons chris to stop for just a moment, turning you over on your hands and knees. 

“much better.” arthur’s eyes can’t get enough of your body, his hands caressing your backside as he jerks himself off a few times before finally bringing his tip to your entrance. you whimper at the contact, your mouth back to being claimed by christopher. 

it’s like music, arthur thinks. the way you sound, the way you work with him and chris. your body reacts perfectly to them, plays along with their rhythm, meets every thrust like a champ. 

“you’re perfect, love, so fucking perfect.” he whispers as he begins to pick up the pace, his hands caressing your back as he fucks you. chris knows it won’t be long until he hits his high, your throat continuing to restrict around him. he is obsessed with the way you choke around his cock, with the way your eyes water when you look up into his eyes. this is everything he had ever hoped it to be and so much more.

and when you swallow around him, your choked moan like a symphony in his ears, he can’t stop himself from croaking out your name as he comes deep down your throat, hungrily watching you swallow it all, not letting even one drop go to waste. 

“yeah, take it all, bloody hell…” chris’ hands hold your head steady, gripping your hair tightly as he rides out his orgasm, finally pulling out and catching his breath.

which now leaves arthur last. and with your mouth now free… he grips your hips tighter, thrusts growing periodically harder again. you moan, pussy fluttering with an nearing third orgasm. his hips chase yours and your body is once again shaking from pleasure. everything feels hot and sweat is running down your temple, hands beginning to grow tired underneath you.

but arthur behind you makes it all worth it. and when he pulls you back by the shoulders, your back now pressing against his chest, when you feel his lips on your neck, his tongue licking along the marks he left earlier, you can’t stop yourself from coming a third time, hard and final around arthur’s cock.

“good girl, such a good perfect girl.” he whispers into your ear as you orgasm, his own climax only seconds away. he fucks you through your high and finally feels his own washing over him, allowing himself to come inside your pulsating cunt, once, twice. 

he’s done for. all of them are. just as you.

you collapse back onto the carpet, arthur right next to you.

“good god.” you stare at the ceiling, feeling chris lay down next to you. only george is still seated against the couch, chuckling at the image before him.

“now, who would have expected this?” he grins. you shake your head. not you. definitely not you.

“george?” chris suddenly says next to you. 

“yeah?”

“i think i just laid down in your cum.”

silence.

then bursts of laughter.

the faint worry from before was for nothing as it seems. because when they help you get cleaned up and you fall asleep in arthur’s bed with not just him but chris and george next to you… you feel like it will all find its place.