#well f uck if this ain't me

[jayke0]

I Can Feel You Both

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 5, Threesome!

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: kind of relationship between the boys, Boston accent Jake, polyamorous relationship, separate bodies through some khonshu type magic, dirty talk, light degrading, praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, anal (f receiving), multiple orgasms, , lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 894

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"i'm gonna put it in now, ok mi vida?"

You feel Jake's hot breath draw goosebumps along your neck as he presses the tip against your lesser used hole.

You're sandwiched between Jake and a pillow, with Steven holding your leg over his shoulder, already deep inside you as far as he can go.

"Yeah, want you both filling me up" You whine, and then feel Jake stretching you open as his cock slips inside you, blunt tip pushing through your tenseness till he's filled you to the hilt. A groan comes from both of the men, and you guess that Steven must be able to feel Jake's length through your walls.

"That good love? 'S it make you feel good being filled like this?" Steven asks through pants, it being evident that simply the idea of this is making him lose his mind and grip your thigh tightly.

You squirm a little before nodding "it's good, please move though… either of you, i don't care which one."

A chuckle leaves Jake's lips "desperate, ain't ya? I mean, you're always beggin' for atleast one of us inside ya, and now you've got a taste of both, ya just want more," he purrs and pushes your hair out of your face so that he can kiss the corner of your mouth, "well, since ya asked for it-"

Steven seems just as taken off guard as you are when Jake starts thrusting into your heat, not too harsh, but enough to take your breath away for a second and make you whimper.

"Good girl" he praises in your ear, his tongue licking a stripe up the back of your neck to make you shiver. His eyes are drawn to Steven, who seems to be watching you in awe as you take Jake's girth, "you just gonna watch, cabrón? Or are ya actually gonna do somethin' with that cock?"

Steven snaps out of his trance and gives Jake a look as if to tell him to shut up, before he does as he's told, a moan instantly leaving his lips while he pulls out and thrusts back into you, your walls fluttering around him in reaction. "Ohhhh love, shit, holy shit Jake i can feel you." Your suspicions are confirmed then, and it makes you whail a pathetic whimper.

"Oh, angel likes that huh? Ya like hearing us talk to each other?" Jake teases while his teeth nip your earlobe "such a damn slut" he growls as his hips snap a little faster behind you, making you grip his wrist and nod frantically. His hand slides between your legs to ease your throbbing clit "keep fuckin' her, just like that Steven, you're doin' so good" Jake sneers with a smirk "she looooves our cocks filling her, bet ya wish Marc was here to occupy that mouth too, huh?"

You and Steven both moan at the mention of Marc "i do i do" you repeat frantically as the orgasm builds in your body and spreads to your toes like hot white fire.

Steven's grip has gotten tighter on your leg and his thrusts are less careful, instead he's brutally thrusting into you hard enough to bruise your walls, "shit pet, i wanna watch Marc f-uck your mouth… agh.. bet you'd take it so well-"

To keep up with Steven, Jake starts thrusting at the same pace, just at different times to make sure atleast one of their cocks is inside you "c'mon sweetheart, i feel ya clenchin' on me… fuck so tight.. you're grippin' my cock so good- cum for us, mi vida-"

That's all Jake can get out before he's moaning loudly as you clench down on him hard, your body being set alight with the orgasm running through your nerves and making your chest arch forwards…just to have Jake pull you back towards him.

"One more love, please, i'm so bloody close.." Steven begs while continuing to thrust into your throbbing heat, Jake using exactly the same velocity on your stretched hole, "yeah angel, give us one more, then ya can feel us… fill ya up" Jake adds while his fingers circle your now pulsing clit again.

Your hips buck against Jake's hand needily as both of their thrusts start to falter, even Jake finding it difficult to keep up with Steven's pace. "Good boy Steven, doin' so good- fuck! You're doin' good-" he growls, which ultimately results in a loud whimper from Steven as he folds in on himself and rests his head on your hip, shooting white hot ropes inside you with almost pained moans.

Jake feels Steven's cock throb through your still pulsing walls and his fingers rub your clit faster, making you twitch and struggle in his grasp "Jake Jake!-" you cry, arm moving back to wrap around his neck while your body is hit with another orgasm. That's all Jake needs before he's cumming inside you too, low growls and grunts spill from his lips like the arousal spilling inside you "fuck angel- fuuuuckk."

After a while, you're the first to speak "i love you, both" you glance at them sleepily with a soft smile "sooo so much." Jake fights off a smile, whereas Steven is beaming "love you too.. love" he says before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, Jake doing the same on your neck.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho

[beautifulxsinnamoroll]

So I really did just sit up all night to do this,,,, good god..

[pose]

[blxxdyvalentine19xx]

Dicked Down in Dallas 🇺🇸

Chase Hudson x Colson Baker

Warnings: soft sex, swearing, biting.

Song: Dicked Down In Dallas - Trey Lewis

Chase scrolled down through the spotify playlist he and Colson shared and pressed play on 'Dicked Down in Dallas.' He was the one more into country than his boyfriend was aside from a handful of country songs that they both liked.

Colson had his laptop open as he and the guys were working on the set list for the show as they wanted to change a few things around. "What if we do floor 13 or something like that?" Having his spotify open he glanced up; cocking an eyebrow seeing on the side panel what Chase was listening to. "Just a second" he mumbled as he dug his phone out 'the fuck you trying to say?'

Looking at the text; Chase stopped himself, falling backwards onto Colson's hotel room bed. 'Listen to the chorus 😏' he sent the text and took a photo of him in his boyfriend's leather jacket and his boxers. "Let him put the pieces together, see if he figures it out." Chase sent the photo as well '😘😜😈'

His phone dinged and Colson looked down at it; biting his lip; he fought a groan as he saw the photo. "Fucking hell, he knows I'm busy then goes and does that" he mumbled and cleared his throat when Rook shot him a curious glance. "You ain't looking" Colson looked to his phone again and responded 'leave it on, I'll be back soon 🦇'

Chase grinned and dropped his khime beside him. Grabbing the book he'd left on the bedside table; flipping over onto his stomach, he kicked his legs up behind him and got to reading.

Couple hours later

Colson dug the key card out of his pocket; sliding it through the reader on the door. Dropping his stuff in the chair; he leaned backwards against the stand adjacent the bed. "So's that have anything to do with us being in Dallas?"

"Has everything to do with that" Chase said; looking backwards at his boyfriend who's eyes raked over his body. "What're you lookin' at?' He tipped his head back and grinned; his chin resting in his hands.

"Looking at my boy" Colson shook his head and smiled as Chase wore a look that said one of them would end up in trouble. "You look good in my jacket by the way" he snapped a photo before dropping his phone and went forward; kissing his boyfriend.

Turning over; Chase returned the kiss,  but not before scurrying up the bed and putting a hand out to Colson. "I look good in everything" he wrapped his arms around Colson's neck as the rapper moved upwards after him.

Dipping his head downwards; Colson left butterfly kisses across Chase's neck. "That's true" he grinned and looked up; shocked when he was all of s sudden below Chase. "How...what..." Colson struggled to find the words and bit back a moan when Chase's hips rolled downwards.

"Doesn't matter how" he mumbled out and his hips arched when Colson's hands gripped them. "I'm not telling because then you'll know" Chase shrugged; leaning into it; he nipped at Colson's Adam's apple and hummed against his neck when a hand moved down his thigh.

"And you don't see why I call you my vampire" Colson was almost always covered in teeth marks as Chase liked to bite. Getting his shirt off; he pushed his jacket off Chase's shoulders and moaned as the sunlight peeked through the curtains basking him a gold light.

Fighting against insecurity; Chase covered his eyes as if he could hide himself. "I know why..."

Pulling Chase's hands away; Colson smiled and kissed his boyfriend, tugging at Chase's lip. "No, no' he said, running his hands over Chase's thighs. "Let me look at you, you're beautiful, Chase" Colson whispered and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's neck, trailing down.

○ ○ ○

Chase arched as Colson slowly filled him. A new sensation, not un pleasant but not familiar either. His breath shook into the kiss as Colson's hand massaged his thigh.

Taking in the feel of Chase; Colson kneaded his boyfriend's thigh and almost whined as his boyfriend tensed around his dick. "Goddd" he mumbled and wrapped an arm around Chase's hips. Leading the kiss; he slowly rocked his hips forward and fucked into his boyfriend.

His body reacted to Colson and Chase's head knocked back as his boyfriend peppered his shoulders in kisses. "Fuuckk, oh god" he gasped and locked his fingers in Colson's blonde hair.

Colson shut his eyes and focused on his repeated motion, closing the gap and thrusting forward, moaning out loud as his dick slid in and out of his boyfriend. "Oh my god, baby" he mumbled against Chase's neck and growled as nails raked over his back.

Chase tutted out a heavy wine and pulled Colson against him. His hips rolled forward as he wanted nothing more than his boyfriend fucking him. "Please, f-uck" he felt like he was grasping at straws and bit down lightly on Colson's shoulder.

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Mumbling out nonsense; Colson groaned as Chase's fingers splayed over his chest. Looking up at his boyfriend; he flipped them back over and snapped his hips forward; fucking upwards into his boyfriend. He was close and needed that release.

Cumming almost in unison; Chase pulled Colson's head up; kissing him as the blonde fucked through an orgasam.

....

Colson grinned as he felt Chase's fingers playing with his hair. "Hi" he glanced upwards and cracked a smile as his boyfriend's hair was more of a mess than usual and the man's cheeks red.

"Hi" Chase whispered back; his eyes met Colson's and he kissed his forehead as the man's head was in his lap.

Next day

Chase had been convinced by Colson to go out with him and the boys with the promise of shopping. He was pretty sure Colson would say no to a cowboy hat. Chase firued it was worth the suggestion. "Something of a little reminder?" If anyone could pull it off, it was Colson.

Glancing up; Colson gave his boyfriend a semi annoyed look and started to say no when Chase put up a show of a pouty face. "Ch-" he sighed and groaned; giving in. "Oh what the hell, yeah"

[tobeapanda]

"After all, isn't all loss the same? I don't mean the magnitude of the emotions they invoke, of course, but every loss, every sadness, is not due to the loss itself, but due to the identity of the self that you had attached to that loss. Every loss is nothing but a loss of your identity, the identity you had attached to that object. Since this is a touchy subject I just want to add that I don't mean this is your fault. Nor do I sympathize with any nihilistic tendencies that kids these days have for some reason. 'Don't get attached to anything' that's bullshit. You can't always construct your life based on avoiding something you fear. Anyways, we are getting off topic. Let's continue this in detail tomorrow. Which also happens to be your deadline for submitting an essay on the phrase 'All loss is the same.'"

Students groaned and left the class slowly as the prof packed his bag. He clearly hated the students as much as they hated him. But he loved his subject, and well, this paid well.

He was anguished to find a student waiting back to ask something. She was clearly frustrated, probably with the huge load of assignments he was giving. Hate wasn't a strong enough word for what he felt against the students.

"Look, you have a problem with the course load drop the course and take some other elective." He offered, hoping to finish any unwanted discussions.

"Hmm okay. And what if I don't have a problem?" She was cheeky. He didn't like cheeky.

"Well you can do me a favour and let me leave. And then you can be alone here and finish the assignment I gave you. Sound good?"

"About that assignment... 'All loss is the same'. Have you ever considered that there are students in this class who've lost people close to them recently given this stupid covid? How can you still say that with a straight face? How can the loss of losing a loved one be any like losing a pen?"

"Look, I'm tired to be explaining this to you right now. I'm going to discuss this further in the class tomorrow. How about I give you a summary now? You lose pen you cry. You lose person you cry. Same. Sound good?" 'Is this my revenge for her cheekiness?' He contemplated. 'God I gotta get less sassy. Lesassy? Lassy?' And then he remembered what was happening around him.

The girl was unfathomably angry. "I honestly hope you never face a loss like my friends have. Because I'm a good person who wishes good for people. Not an evil bastard like you who likes to compare people to objects and act like he doesn't care. 'Can't construct life around fear'? Bullshit. You don't want to see how unlikable you are and so make it a fact to be consciously unlikable. Well good news, it fucking works. Bye. And you can give an F on my assignment for all I care because I ain't turning it in. Just be sure to follow that with a UCK."

He reached into his pocket and clutched his wallet as he heard this barrage. He left without a word, smiling, starting to whistle a song to show this kid he doesn't give a damn.

As he opened his wallet at the Taco Truck, the owner asked, "Oh is that your wife sir?"

"She is. I miss her."