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calzone-d · 13 days ago

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this had me so enthralled i was heartbroken to see the tags at the end 😭😭 i’m so obsessed with the two of them, i can’t wait to write more for them and ESPECIALLY to read more 😼

good job babes as always <3

pairings: robert reynolds x reader x john walker cw: smut, afab reader, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), heavy mentions of bodily fluids (cum), reader's breast are large enough to give tit jobs(?), faint nursing, VERY messy sex.

robert reynolds makes sucking cock look like a renaissance painting—one you’d stumble upon in a dark corner of an abandoned museum, gold leaf cracked and flaking, sacred and profane all at once.

that was the image burned behind your eyelids as you watched him now: kneeling at the side of the bed, so reverent, as though the act itself was a kind of worship. and maybe for bob, it was.

there was no performance in it—no porn-polished sheen or calculated flicks of the tongue—just raw, consuming devotion. his eyes fluttered, rolled half-back, lashes trembling as if caught in the throes of some deeper rapture. his lips, swollen and pinkened, glistened obscenely with spit and precum, stretched slick and full around the length of john’s cock.

that same spit—thickened now—gathered at the corners of his mouth and traced jagged, milky tracks down his jaw. a few strands bridged from the flushed head of john’s cock back to bob’s tongue each time he drew off, panting, only to swallow him back down with the same need with which a dying man might drink water. the saliva pooled at his chin, and the excess that he couldn’t manage to swallow fast enough clung to his skin in tacky rivulets, drying along his cheeks in thin, sticky veils. it left stains that shimmered faintly under the dim light—an accidental halo of degradation.

you were certain you could come from the sight alone. the atmosphere was thick with it—too thick—every breath you took clawed at your throat, heavy with sex and sweat. the smell of it clung to the walls like smoke after a housefire; you’d wear it home on your skin, steeped into your hair.

and those sounds—john’s sounds—were their own chorus. grunts, half-choked groans, a desperate sort of keening that he tried to stifle because some part of him clung to the illusion of dominance. he thought you both wanted that, when in truth it was the broken sounds, the needy ones, that fed you and bob both.

he shuddered and let another helpless gasp tear loose as bob took him deeper again, throat flexing visibly around him.

you were sprawled out beside them, legs parted lazily, leaning back on trembling arms against the sheets. john’s free hand was between your thighs, two fingers moving in slow, uneven circles, knuckles brushing slick folds as though he couldn’t decide whether to focus on you or the vision between his legs.

but it was bob—only bob—that you couldn’t tear your gaze from. his eyes, so strange in their glassy glaze, weren’t even fixed on john anymore. they flicked instead toward you, somewhere through you—glimpsing some private ecstasy beyond language. and below, his cock twtched helplessly against the plane of his stomach, flushed dark and leaking freely. the tip, angry-pink and wet, pressed to the trembling muscle of his abdomen as a mess of precum spiderwebbed across his thighs.

he wasn’t touching himself. not once had he so much as grazed his cock, though it strained and dripped as though touched by invisible hands. it was the act alone that undid him—something about the filth and the service, the sheer helpless beauty of degradation dressed in reverence.

“bob—” you murmured, voice gone thin and warbled with want.

he shuddered, a ragged moan vibrating up through his throat around john’s cock before he slowly pulled back. the sound it made was obscene, a long, wet glide punctuated by a faint pop as his lips left the head, now flushed dark and sticky with his spit.

his chest heaved, slick with sweat. thin trails of spit still clung between his mouth and the tip, catching the light like molten threads. he blinked slowly, pupils blown wide, and licked at the ruined swell of his bottom lip.

“love you—you both, need it 's bad,” he whispered hoarsely, voice torn raw. you weren’t even sure what he was begging for—your touch, release, the permission to keep going—but he trembled where he knelt, cock jerking helplessly again against his belly.

john’s fingers were still inside you but barely moving now, too wracked with his own need to think clearly. you arched into the touch anyway, hips canting toward the friction. the room spun with heat and the weight of shared filth.

bob swallowed thickly, saliva pooling again at his lip. his face was a portrait of ruin, a beautiful kind of sickness—cheeks flushed, tear-stained, jaw streaked with drying spit and strands of hair clinging to sweat-damp skin. you could taste it in the air already, metallic and salt-thick. he looked wrecked, debased—and yet there was nothing more divine.

“you’re doing so good for us,” you murmured, voice a low hum that seemed to deepen the trembling in his thighs. “such a good boy, bob.”

his breath caught on a sob. his mouth opened slightly, as if to respond, but all that emerged was a shuddering exhale—and then, as though possessed, he surged forward again, mouth sealing once more around john’s length. the rhythm turned frantic now, messier, more desperate. his throat convulsed around each push, spit flowing faster than he could manage, drooling freely over himself as though the thought of restraint had long since abandoned him.

your own body tightened, a fresh wave of slick coating john’s fingers as you rocked down onto them. his grip faltered, a strangled curse escaping him as bob moaned around him again—a sharp, broken sound that rattled against john’s cock like thunder through a cathedral.

john let out another broken groan, hips jolting despite himself.

“f-fuck, bob—jesus—you’re gonna—” he choked on the rest of it as bob whimpered, a trembling little sound that sent another ripple down the thick length of him. john cursed again, sweat trailing down his throat in thin rivulets. “you’re gonna fuckin’ milk it out of me at this rate.”

and the worst—most delicious—part? bob seemed to want exactly that.

his eyes were rolled half back again, irises glassy and blue but unseeing. every inch of him was flushed, trembling, ruined and needy beyond speech. his untouched cock—angry red, twitching helplessly against the taut plane of his stomach—leaked freely now. the sticky mess of it painted his lower belly and thighs in glistening trails that only grew thicker each time his hips gave an involuntary jolt against the floor.

he was going to come untouched—you knew it. he needed to.

and fuck, so did you.

and despite yourself—despite the tight pulse of heat between your legs, despite how your body clenched as if to beg you not to—you pulled john’s fingers out of you with a wet, obscene sound. your folds throbbed in the empty air, glistening and fluttering around the absence, your cunt slick enough that it strung between your thighs and the base of his wrist as you withdrew his fingers.

john groaned low in his throat. his hips gave a shallow, involuntary jerk where he sat on the edge of the bed, the thick length of his cock shining and flushed from the attention it had already been given by bob’s mouth. his gaze, hazed and dark, flicked toward you briefly—like a wolf scenting blood—but then quickly back to bob knelt below.

you could see the sweat beading at john’s temples now, slicking his chest. you could smell sex in the air, thick and dizzying, clinging to the walls, the sheets, your skin.

john brought the fingers—still slick and dripping from your cunt—down to bob’s level, hovering just before his spit-wet mouth.

“open,” he ordered roughly, voice thick and uneven. “you want it, don’t you?”

bob’s head lifted, tear-damp lashes fluttering. his lips trembled, already parted, swollen and stained a glossy pink from the hours of use. his cheeks were flushed a deep, helpless red, a wet sheen of spit and precum drying in faint crystalline streaks down his chiseled jaw. he looked wrecked. beautiful. filthy.

“mhm,” bob whimpered, voice wrecked and high. “i—i need it—”

he leaned forward with slow reverence, as though the fingers themselves were sacred. his mouth closed around them instantly, lips sealing tight, a loud wet slk filling the space as he sucked down your taste. his throat bobbed visibly as he swallowed, tongue swirling desperately, hungry.

john grunted in approval, fingers flexing slightly in bob’s mouth as he spoke.

“that’s it. you take what i give you.”

bob let out a shuddering whimper around the digits, tears welling again at the corners of his eyes. his cock twitched angrily against his stomach, a deep flush creeping across his thighs where precum had already begun to string in slick ropes down the pale skin.

you couldn’t stay still anymore.

with slow, deliberate movement, you slid off the bed and sank gracefully to your knees beside bob. the floor beneath you was slick—some combination of spit, precum, and sweat that had pooled there, catching on your skin like a second, living film. you welcomed it.

bob finally pulled off john’s fingers with a wet pop, chest heaving, breath coming in ragged little gasps. when he saw you beside him, his gaze went glassier still—lower lip trembling.

before he could speak, you leaned in, your mouth claiming his in a deep, bruising kiss.

the taste that met your tongue was almost unbearable—salt and musk and the sweet, filthy tang of your own slick, now warmed by bob’s mouth. it made your thighs twitch, breath catch. you kissed him deeper, swallowing every broken sound he tried to make, tilting your head to devour him.

bob whimpered again, eyes fluttering closed briefly at the praise. you smiled, dragging your hands up to cup your breasts. they felt heavy, aching, nipples flushed and stiff in your palms. you lifted them toward him, voice dropping to a purr.

“spit on them for me,” you cooed gently.

without hesitation, he leaned forward again. but first—need overriding obedience—he wrapped his mouth around one stiff nipple and suckled hard, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud in slow, maddening strokes. the wet heat of his mouth made you moan aloud, hips shifting against the floor unconsciously.

you could hear his breath shuddering through his nose as he suckled harder, as if starved. then, pulling back with a trembling breath, bob let a thick string of spit—wet, shimmering, laced with john’s precum—fall from his swollen lips onto your breasts. it dripped down in lazy rivulets, catching on your flushed skin.

bob’s tongue followed instantly, lapping up the trails in reverent, worshipful strokes.

john groaned from above, eyes locked on the sight.

“fuck—you two—”

you looked up at him with a little smile, breasts gleaming now in spit and precum, nipples shining.

without a word, you shifted forward again, sliding your slicked breasts around the hard, straining heat of john’s cock. it was already coated from bob’s mouth, thick and gleaming, the head flushed a deep, angry red.

john’s breath caught audibly the second your skin pressed against him.

“fuck!”

you began to move, slow at first—deliberate. the lewd sound of wet flesh moving against wet flesh filled the air. slewch, slewch, slewch. every stroke pushed more precum from the tip, thick and milky, making the glide even filthier.

beside you, bob whined—half-sobbing now—his hand finally wrapping around his own neglected cock. you could hear it—wet, desperate strokes, precum loud in the glide of skin on skin.

you turned your head slightly, watching him with dark, hungry eyes as you worked john’s cock between your breasts.

fist moving in slick, frantic motions. his eyes remained heavy-lidded, low and glazed, fixed on the sight of you wrapped around john’s cock—on the filth of it, the lewd, obscene sounds filling the space between you all.

each time john’s tip peaked through the top of your cleavage, bob leaned in with trembling reverence, kissing it with soft, wet presses of his lips. the milky mess of precum clung to him with every kiss—sticking in thin strands to his pinkened mouth and chin. his own slick drooled freely from his cock, a mess pooling beneath him on the floor.

“—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—” john gasped out, hips starting to buck shallowly now into the tight, wet heat of your breasts. the head of him brushed bob’s lips again and again—each pass leaving more milky essence clinging to him. bob never once flinched, never hesitated—just took each kiss like a benediction, like it was the only thing keeping him breathing.

you moaned low, voice shaking with arousal.

“look at you,” you whispered, gaze flicking between the two men. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”

bob sobbed, strokes turning frantic. his thighs trembled, the wet sounds of his fist matching the obscene slick noise of your breasts moving against john’s cock.

you could feel it building—john’s hips losing rhythm, his voice raw, his cock twitching harder with each thrust. beside you, bob’s breath caught in jagged little gasps, tears spilling fresh down his cheeks as he chased the edge with wide, desperate eyes.

and you—caught in the center of it—felt your own need coil tighter with every passing second.

none of you were going to last.

not like this.

not anymore.

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calzone-d · 13 days ago

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thanks for bringing my idea to life ;) literally this is my dream. i want it now😭

john sucking bob’s dick! while reader makes out with bob and talks him through it, leaves hickies on his neck, plays with his nipples etc etc. i’m obsessed with their dynamic. if you don’t write poly feel free to delete :)

18+ MDNI

i’m all here for poly do not fret! especially poly!sentryagent <3 i do apologise this isn’t the best,it was kinda rushed!

John had gone down on a few guys in his time,I mean growing up in the south it wasn’t something he advertised but of course,like many other guys in his town,he experimented. most of the time it was with his friends after a raging party had died down,couples retiring to empty bedrooms and drunk college kids stumbling into ubers,when there was that thick palatable feeling of lust in the air that nobody in his friend group could deny. it was always casual,just friends helping friends out, something that was never really talked about when the hangovers cleared up but this,this could never be casual.

from the moment he sank down in between Bobs legs he knew there was no going back,the way every moan and whimper from the man twitching underneath him sent his own chest puffing up with what? pride? he didn’t know,all he knew was that he was addicted. addicted to the way the smaller man gulped every time John took him all the way into his mouth,that burning stretch settling into the corners of his lips as he tried to accommodate all of Bobs length,how his own cock sat heavy and untouched in his boxers leaking precum onto the flimsy material. it was enough to send his head spinning on its own,the heaviness of Bobs cock on his tongue,the mixture of spit and precum pooling onto the base of Bobs dick,sticking to the mound of hair that grew there,but you,oh you,took it to the next level,voice steady and calm whispering sweet nothings to Bob as he fell apart. John could see how your words were affecting Bob, each little pet name falling from your lips,each “you’re doing sooo good for us baby” sending him bucking into the warmth of Johns mouth and sending a pool of drool down the super soldiers bearded chin. the way you laid there,fully clothed,perched beside Bob like both the devil and angel on his shoulder, wandering hands dancing across his chest,a sight to behold and it sent John on a mission. he took it upon himself to start kneading Bobs milky thighs,something he’d seen you do countless times,something that always had Bob chirping out like a caged bird,singing out those cute drawn out “oh-oh-oohhh’’s you adored so much.

Bob had always been vocal in the bedroom but this was something else,every time you and John teamed up to torment the poor guy it was like something in him broke,like he didn’t care if the whole world heard the guttural sounds you were both tearing from him. he had given up control,laid there,head thrashing from side to side,eyes squeezed shut and hands grasping the bedsheets as John sucked on his balls and your mouth delicately pulled hickies to the forefront of the soft skin of his shoulders. it was like he was in the twilight zone,how could his body feel this good,how could time have any meaning when your fingers are pulling at his sensitive nipples like this,how could he literally feel the love radiate of you when you whisper that “let go for me baby” that he didn’t even know he was waiting to hear.

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