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runawaypanda · 5 months

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My Little Flower

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader

summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.

warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.

A/N: From the last post, the poll, i will be doing the top 3 voted smut ideas. If you want to be in a taglist just comment on this post ❤️. Enjoy!!

To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.

You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).

The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck “fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.

“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.

You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.

He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.

He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.

“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.

“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.

Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.

“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.

Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.

You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.

Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.

You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.

You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

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runawaypanda · 6 months

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a proposition

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller

Summary: Benny returns to Florida after six months of backpacking his way across Australia, and the surf and sun have treated him well. Very well.

You can't help but notice. ...Santiago thinks that maybe it's time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he's going to share you with anyone, it's most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.2k

Content: NSFW, SMUT, porn with minimal plot, unprotected p in v, creampie, threesome, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration in one hole, double penetration in both holes, squirting, choking kink, size kink, cum eating, Dirt Music!Benny

“You want to fuck Benny,” Santi breathed into your ear, gently running his teeth down the side of your neck and pressing a chaste kiss to your collar bone.

“I…what?!” you managed to choke out as he slid another finger inside of you to meet the two that had been steadily stretching you open, languidly stroking your slick walls and brushing his thumb over your clit.

He chuckled, removing his digits from your core and roughly spitting into the palm of his hand, wiping it on his cock before sliding it through your wet folds. Gasping, your head rolled to the side, toes curling as the thick head of his erection pressed into your opening. Santi brought his hands down to lift your thighs, spreading your legs further apart, and he thrust himself in to the hilt, groaning at the rush of pleasure that thrummed through him as he buried himself inside of you.

Leaning down, he brought his mouth to yours, his lips like a brand as he kissed you roughly, posessively. Eager for more friction and simmering with anticipation, you bucked upward, urging Santiago to move. He made a noncommittal noise, bringing one hand to your hip to still your movements, and he cupped the side of your face with the other, pressing down on your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Baby, it’s okay. I know he wants to fuck you, too, and I don’t blame him,” Santi casually stated, voice low as he began to slide his cock in and out of your channel at a brutally slow pace.

“Santi…” you trailed off, panting and unsure of what else you intended to say.

His lips curved upward into a smile as he drug his cock out to rest at your damp entrance, and he murmured, “The things is, I also want him to fuck you,” before slamming back inside of you.

You cried out, unable to hide your reaction—the way your pussy pulsed and clenched down on his throbbing shaft, the way a fresh gush of arousal came pouring out of you, causing Santi’s hips to stutter for purchase as his cock slid along your drenched walls.

Santiago groaned huskily at the way you writhed under him, and he leaned down to tease one of your nipples with his mouth, which immediately stiffened under his touch. “Would you like that, hermosa? Would you like to feel Benny’s cock inside of you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered as your cunt began to ache, and Santi’s punishing thrusts grew faster and sloppier as he tracked the dazed expression that fell across your face. You dug your fingers into Santi’s back, wrapping your legs around his waist and greedily pulling him deeper inside of you.

“What if Benny and I both fucked you at the same time?” Santi grunted as he plunged in and out of you with reckless abandon.

You nearly choked on your own spit as the mental images came crashing into your mind—Benny’s large, callused hands exploring the curves of your body as you bounced on his cock, his plush lips devouring yours hungrily, Santiago’s dexterous hands working your other tight hole open from behind before sliding his hard shaft inside of you.

—both of your holes fucked out and wrecked, Benny and Santi’s cum dripping out of you in thick globs—

White-hot pleasure erupted through your body, a cry tumbling from your lips as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm, and Santiago followed shortly after, spilling his seed inside of you and collapsing at your side.

He pulled you close to him, pressing affectionate, feather-light kisses the side of your face, and he said matter-of-factly, “I hope you know I’m not joking.”

—-

It really did start out as a goddamn joke.

You’d known Santiago, Benny, Will, and Frankie for nearly ten years before the boys set off to South America on a suicide mission, one that they almost didn’t come back from. The taste of near-death still fresh in the back of his throat, Santi found his way to your doorstep upon his return, a decade’s worth of buried feelings and long-ignored mutual attraction finally pouring out.

A year after that, Santi woke up tangled in the sheets beside you, a determined look in his eyes as he roused you from sleep. Your heart had sunk immediately as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, your legs tucked inside of his faded Metallica shirt, thumbing the small, scattered holes and tears along the hem. He was ready to go back and get the money they had left behind. While the prospect of the mission left you a worried wreck, they made it out in one piece, coming home far richer than any of them could have ever imagined.

The boys opted to invest their split fortune in various ways, with one of Santi’s ideas being to relocate from your humble, dated apartment to a cozy, open-concept condo on the beach. Meanwhile, Frankie explored a new business venture, and Will finally had the means to pursue a program for veterans that he had been trying to get off the ground for years. As for Benny, he surprisingly didn’t hightail it to the nearest car dealership to buy the Ferrari that he hadn’t stopped talking about. Instead, seemingly inspired by his most recent taste of adventure away from your small, lazy Florida town, Benny shocked everyone when he announced that he was heading off on a six month solo adventure backpacking his way across Australia.

Which is what then led to the evening in question: Benny’s welcome home party. You, Santi, and Frankie sat waiting beside a crackling fire in your backyard for Will to arrive with Benny, who he had just picked up from the airport. You raised your glass and grinned alongside the others as Benny arrived, his tall form ducking underneath the string lights that criss-crossed across the yard. But as Santi and Frankie called out eager greetings, your breath had hitched in your throat as you took Benny in, bathed in the warm glow of the bulbs—bearded, tan, tousled, sun-kissed hair, and a look of utter contentment nestled in his clear blue eyes, eyes that immediately strayed to you. Never had you seen Benny look so content, so fulfilled, so at ease. After Santi and Frankie both clapped him on the back, Benny made his way to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Missed you,” he had spoken into your hair.

“Glad you made it back in one piece, Miller,” you had replied softly in return when he pulled back. Pinching one of his cheeks, you added, “Sunshine looks good on you.”

He winked.

Though nothing had ever happened between yourself and the younger Miller brother in all the years that you’d known him, you had never been immune to admitting to yourself just how attractive you found him—especially now.

As the hour grew late, following various stories of Benny’s travels, you found yourself seated comfortably in Santi’s lap as you sat around the fire with the boys. Santiago rubbed slow circles along your hip, leaning his head on your shoulder with an easy smile on his lips. Eventually, inhibitions loosened by the bottle that was making its way around the circle, the conversation ventured down a more scandalous route as Santi coyly asked Benny about what other extracurricular activities he had partaken in during his trip.

Benny had scoffed as he took a long pull from the bottle, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he handed it to Frankie. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he retorted with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and something far warmer than the fire began to unfurl in your gut as your mind strayed, wondering what exactly Benny had gotten up to.

Will rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, Pope. I’m sure nobody is having as much sex as you two horny teenagers.”

Benny’s eyebrows raised in amusement as Frankie pointed an accusing finger at the man whose lap you were nestled in and barked out, “In my fucking bathroom, dude!”

You snorted, and Frankie continued, “And you even…you…right on my fucking sink, man!”

Santi’s chest heaved with laughter as he said, “I swear that was soap, Fish.”

Will turned to look at Frankie, picking up the can of beer that was nestled in the cup holder of his folding chair and saluting in his direction. “Better than when they decided my driveway was a great place for a quickie when they were picking me up.”

Santi snorted as he quipped defensively, “You said you needed 15 minutes. We were early!”

You buried your face in your hands, and when you peeked through your fingers, you found that Benny was staring at you intently across the fire.

Will scoffed, “Whatever. Like I said, horny teenagers.”

Santiago shrugged, kissing your cheek before playfully asking, “Care to join us? We’re looking for a third.”

Frankie sputtered, spraying beer all over his pants. “Come on, man!”

Will blinked a few times, composing himself before he answered flatly, “I’m good.”

Santi’s eyes danced over to where Benny sat looking at the two of you, fingers toying with the tab of his beer can. He bit his lip, a whoosh of air escaping his mouth as he chuckled and said, “Yeah, sure. I think I could pencil that into my calendar.”

Your throat went dry, and you had to actively remind yourself not to gape as you felt Santi’s grip on your hips tighten minutely. Santi didn’t miss the way you discreetly tried to clench your thighs together. Benny looked down at his boots for a moment before tilting his head back up in your direction, brushing his hair from his eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.

The moment quickly vanished when Will glanced over at his brother, barking out a laugh and punching him in the arm. And the conversation then returned back to other, less depraved topics. All indecent proposals seemingly forgotten.

Seemingly.

Until Santi decided the best time to address it was while he was balls deep inside of you.

—-

Which is how you found yourself sitting on the dark blue couch in your living room a couple weeks later, running a finger over the condensation that had formed on the can of Coke in your hands, discreetly looking back and forth between Benny—who was sitting beside you with his feet propped up on the coffee table—and Santiago, who smirked at you briefly from where he sat across from you in an armchair.

After grabbing dinner with Benny, Santiago had invited him back to your place, something which was hardly out of the ordinary—except for the potentially awkward conversation that was still to come. Following your reaction to Santi’s surprising suggestion, the two of you had discussed the matter further after your post-coital haze had cleared.

You and Santi had an extremely active sex life, to say the least. And it wasn’t the first time that the idea of bringing a third into your bedroom had come up, but ultimately the situation had never panned out. While the idea excited both of you, neither of you were keen on the concept of doing such a thing with a total stranger. But Benny?

Even Santi had no qualms admitting that the Australian sun had done Benny—who was already an incredibly attractive man to begin with—many favors indeed. And the thought of watching him take you apart? The thought of fucking you in tandem with him? It left him rock hard and aching in his pants. Because he knew that Benny would worship your body the way you deserved, knew that he would appreciate all of your dips and curves, knew that he would respond to every breathy little moan and sigh that fell from your lips.

He saw the way Benny looked at you now, saw the way he always had before. When he didn’t think anyone else was watching. Santi loved you, he really did. You were the best goddamn thing to ever happen to him, and would be forever thankful that the two of you finally got your shit together after a decade of denying it. Hell, he’d finally given his shitty knees the retirement they deserved by returning stateside once and for all, just to be with you.

But he also really fucking loved the idea of sharing you with Benny. Because he knew how much you’d enjoy it, too.

Once Santiago had put the idea in your head, giving you free reign to release an uninhibited tidal wave of fantasies, you found that you couldn’t stop thinking about it—what Benny’s lips would feel like on yours, what his cock would look like, how it would feel sliding in and out of your aching, dripping pussy. Even now you had zoned out as you stared at his handsome profile beside you, only shaken from your reverie by the sound of Santi clearing his throat in anticipation.

“You ever have a threesome, Benny?” Santi asked casually.

Benny’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting the sudden change in direction that the conversation had taken. He recovered quickly, glancing down at his lap for a moment with a grin, “Uh, no. Surprisingly not. Bucket list item though, for sure.”

Santi nodded, biting his lip with a smile. “Yeah, us either.”

“Huh,” Benny replied.

Santiago spoke his next words calmly and deliberately, “Do you want to?”

Benny chuckled nervously, looking from Santi to you. When neither of you laughed, a look of realization dawned on his face as he asked, “So that wasn’t a joke, huh?”

You shook your head, looking over at him shyly.

Santi explained, “We both agreed that if it’s going to be anyone, we want it to be you.”

Benny swiveled his head in your direction. “You sure, honey?”

Something hot and heady stirred inside of you as you said, “Yeah Benny, I’m sure.”

Benny sucked in a breath, rooted to the spot, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. His cock stiffened in his pants as the reality of the situation sunk in.

Santi added, “I’m game for whatever, because I know you’ll take care of her,” he nodded his head toward you. “The only rule is that whatever she says, goes. But if you’re not fully sold on this, you can leave now, and we’ll forget it ever happened.”

You studied Benny’s side profile as he shook his head, a rueful grin on his face. “Oh no, I’m definitely in.”

Tossing a glance back to Santi, you waited for him to nod that he was ready before you crawled across the couch toward Benny. His eyes sparkled as he leaned back, legs spread wide, and you slid into his lap to straddle him.

You watched as Benny’s pupils dilated, and you reached up to brush a strand of his dirty blonde hair from where it messily hung over his eyes. The warm, musky scent of his cologne enveloped you, a stark contrast to the spicy, sweet scent that you associated with Santiago, and you closed your eyes for a moment as you breathed him in.

Benny’s hands hovered on either side of your hips, and you smiled at him as you said softly, “You can touch me, Benny.”

You watched as Benny took a deep breath before letting his large hands make contact, his thumbs resting against the top of your jean shorts, brushing against the sliver of skin that your rucked up shirt had exposed.

Santi, who had come to sit beside you, toyed with the thin strap of your tank top. Benny glanced over at him, and Santi said with a wink, “You two get acquainted first. I want to watch.”

Benny’s eyes roamed back to yours, and he asked you softly, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, but rather than capturing your mouth with his, Benny’s lips immediately gravitated to the corner of your jaw, and you shifted forward in his lap at the sensation of his beard brushing against your face. You shivered, bringing a hand down to clutch at his thigh, and Benny bit down on your neck, sucking on the sensitive expanse of soft skin exposed to him.

Benny’s lips eventually made their way back upward, burning a searing trail across your jawline with deliberate intent that left your insides reeling with anticipation. As his lips hovered near yours, Benny paused for a moment, cupping your cheeks in both hands as he inspected your face. A variety of emotions seemed to play out simultaneously in his eyes, which immediately tracked the way your tongue darted out to whet your bottom lip. The movement seemingly sent him over the edge, as he finally surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You sighed into Benny’s mouth, fisting one hand in the front of his shirt and running another through his hair. His lips eagerly slotted against yours, and when his tongue trailed across the seam of your mouth, you let yours fall open, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You pressed your chest against his, pushing him further against the back of the couch, as he cupped the back of your head and tangled his tongue with yours. You felt his growing hardness beneath you, and you were helpless to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth at the way his length pressed firmly into the seam of your tight denim shorts. Benny echoed the sentiment, verbalizing his own feelings on the matter when you began to grind down against him, desperately seeking more friction.

“Oh fuck,” Santi panted out as he began to roughly palm himself over his jeans.

Benny groaned, rutting up into you, hands resting on your bare thighs. As he continued to devour your mouth with his, he trailed his fingers up higher and higher until they eventually came to a rest at the edge of your denim shorts.

With your legs spread wide in his lap, Benny realized that the shorts and their meager inseam hardly left anything to the imagination, only a narrow strip of denim separated him from the heat waiting at the apex of your thighs. In fact, if he were to just continue sliding his fingers higher and push the fabric aside…

“Fuck.”

Both of you spoke at the same time—you, in reaction to the feeling of his finger slipping into your shorts and brushing against your core, and him, upon realizing that you weren’t wearing any underwear and that you were already dripping wet for him. He let his finger glide over your folds for a moment. You nodded to encourage him to continue, and he inserted it into your waiting hole. You bucked your hips in his lap, keening under his steady touch as he slowly began to slide the digit in and out of your slit, and he swallowed the whine of pleasure that crawled up your throat with a heady kiss.

While unbuttoning them and dragging down the zipper may have perhaps been the more conventional option, there was something about the pleasurable tug of the tight shorts as Benny held the material aside with his thumb—plunging a second finger inside of your wet pussy—that nearly drove you to the edge right then and there.

Beside you, you heard the clink of Santi’s belt buckle and the telltale sound of him spitting into his palm, followed by a quiet moan as he began to fist himself. “Keep going,” he urged the both of you.

Benny took your bottom lip into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. “Does this feel good, honey?” he asked, his low drawl setting your insides ablaze.

Your voice was wrecked as you told him, “It feels so fucking good, Benny.”

“She likes it a little rough,” Santi encouraged, his voice gravelley as he fucked his tight fist.

Santi clearly wanted you to be reduced to a moaning, panting mess in Benny’s lap. You tilted your head back slightly, freely exposing your neck to Benny, and you felt his cock twitch underneath you.

Bringing a hand up to rest loosely against your throat, his eyes burned into yours as he confirmed, “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, and he flexed his fingers before tightening his grip around your throat, reveling at the way he could feel your cunt clench down on his fingers in response. He slid a third digit inside of your dripping hole with ease, and you began to ride his fingers desperately as he choked you, a thrumming wave of pleasure rising in your abdomen.

“Come for him, baby,” Santi groaned as he continued tugging on his shaft.

Your orgasm tore through you, your toes curling hard against the fabric of the couch. Benny’s lips engulfed yours, his tongue licking its way into your mouth as you rode out the aftershocks of your pleasure on his sticky, soaked fingers.

“Beautiful,” Benny gasped quietly against your lips, before dragging his mouth away to press a kiss to your nose and another to your forehead.

You collapsed against Benny, and he rubbed circles into the small of your exposed back where your shirt had ridden up. Feeling Benny’s still-hard length beneath you, you lifted your head up, looking from him to Santiago, who leaned over to kiss you softly.

Santi placed a finger under your chin and asked, “It’s your call, baby. What’s next?”

Benny chimed in, “Yeah, whatever you want, honey. I’m in.”

Eager to have them both in your hands before anything else, you slid out of Benny’s lap and backed up slightly, dropping to your knees on the soft area rug in front of the couch. You shuddered slightly at the feeling of your cum-soaked jean shorts rubbing against your sensitive folds.

You crooked a finger in their direction, and Santi grinned. After spending so much time with Benny on battlefields, in locker rooms, and everywhere else in between, he was well aware of the sheer size of his friend’s cock. While not quite as long, Santi was still well off himself, something that you often reminded him of as you moaned about how much you loved how deeply he filled you. But now, this knowledge left Santi twitching in anticipation as he waited for your reaction, knowing that you’d be beside yourself at the mere thought of Benny’s impressive length slamming into you and splitting you open as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Both men made their way over to you, and since Santi’s dick was already hanging out of his pants, you set to work on Benny’s jeans. He groaned as you slipped your hand inside of his boxers, and your mouth went completely dry when you finally pulled his length out. You could already feel more arousal pooling in your crevice as you dizzily imagined trying to stuff his entire cock into your tight pussy. If you weren’t so eager to feel his and Santi’s dicks thrusting into the back of your throat at the same time, you’d be begging Benny to rip your shorts off and fuck you senseless right on the carpet.

You leaned forward to lick stripes up and down Benny’s cock to lubricate it for your hand before turning to Santiago, eager to give him attention after his patience during your show on the couch. As you pumped Benny’s length with one hand, you cupped Santi’s balls with the other as you began to suck and lick your way up and down his dick.

Both men panted above you, and Santi groaned out, “Oh fuck yeah, baby. Feels so good,” as you swallowed his length.

Benny watched as your mouth bobbed on Santi’s cock, spit dripping from your lips, and he moaned. You pulled your lips off of Santi with a pop, leaving your hand to continue stroking him, and you turned to Benny.

You took the thick head of his cock into your mouth, tilting your head up to meet his hooded gaze as you relaxed your jaw and began to swallow him as deeply as you possibly could.

“Holy fuck,” Benny choked out as you eagerly began to deep throat him.

After a few moments, you pulled off and looked up at him innocently as you said, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, Benny.”

Benny raked a hand through his hair, biting down on his fist. “I—are you sure?”

“Oh she fucking loves it, man,” Santi piped up.

You slipped your lips back onto Benny’s spit-soaked length, and he rested a hand at the back of your head. He met your eyes briefly again before beginning to slowly slide his length in and out of your mouth. You moaned around his cock, and he began to increase his pace.

“Yeah, just like that,” Santi murmured.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Benny panted out as you unzipped your shorts, dipping one of your own fingers into your wet slit. You whined in pleasure as Benny began to fuck your mouth more insistently, and drool slid out from the corner of your mouth. Before he could reach his peak, you gave his thigh a squeeze, slowly pulling off of him, a trail of spit dangling from the head of his cock to your swollen lips.

You pulled Santi closer from where he stood across from Benny so that the tips of their cocks nearly brushed, and you began to pump them each with one hand as you ran your tongue back and forth over their heads. Benny and Santi moaned in tandem, and you began to stuff both of their cocks into your mouth at the same time.

“She’s so goddamn good for us, isn’t she, Ben?” Santi asked.

“Fucking perfect,” Benny breathed out huskily.

You keened at the praise, and you felt your arousal begin to leak down your thighs at the sight of Benny and Santi rutting their spit-soaked cocks against one another, slipping and sliding together as you sloppily sucked them both off.

“Where do you want it, baby?” Santi asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.

You released their shafts momentarily so you could slip off your tank top, unclasping your bra as well and letting it fall to the floor. Benny’s eyes eagerly took in the swell of your breasts as you looked up at them, running a thumb over one of your hard nipples.

“You’re gonna kill me, woman,” Benny choked out when he understood what you wanted, whilst you resumed eagerly lapping at them and stroking them.

They brought their hands down to their cocks as their releases simultaneously approached, and you leaned back slightly and exposed your chest to them as they pumped themselves hard until thick, hot ropes of cum were spurting out of both of their cocks and all over your face and breasts. When they finished, Santi pulled you to your feet, ducking his head down to suck on your cum-covered tits. He brought his sticky mouth to yours afterward, and you eagerly licked the mixture of his release and Benny’s off of his lips.

You noticed Benny watching you with interest out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to him, smirking as you swiped up a glob of cum from your chest and sucked it off of your finger. Stepping forward, you tilted your chin up toward him, and he leaned down to kiss you hard, licking his way back into your mouth.

As Benny slid his tongue around yours and kissed you deeply, Santi sauntered off, only to return several moments later with a damp washcloth. Benny stepped back as Santi gently wiped your chest and face clean, tilting your head up and placing an affectionate kiss on your lips afterward.

“That was…” Benny trailed off.

You smiled at him mischievously as you continued for him, “Not even close to the end of this evening’s festivities.”

Benny looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath as he said, “I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming right now.”

Santiago laughed, and you winked at Benny before taking the lead and heading toward your bedroom down the hall.

“You guys coming or what?” you called out, and both men quickly followed.

—--

You stood waiting in the middle of the bedroom, and Santi approached you first, massaging your collarbone with his thumb. Despite the excited thrum of anticipation searing through your nerves, you relaxed under his touch. Your eyes fell shut and he brushed a kiss to your lips, letting his mouth linger over yours for a moment.

He pulled back to look into your eyes and asked, “You doing okay, baby?”

You bit your lip as your mouth formed a genuine smile. “Yeah.”

Santi’s eyes drifted behind your shoulder, and you felt Benny come up behind you, his arms snaking around your bare torso. You arched into him when he began to pepper kisses along your shoulder blades, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck before biting down on the sensitive skin there.

“Pope…man, I don’t know how you fucking do it,” he breathed out, his voice sounding worse for wear.

Santi chuckled as he watched you writhe under Benny’s touch, and you turned around in his arms to face him, asking, “Do what?”

Benny shook his head, roughly dragging a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath. He brought his hand up to your face, cupping your chin and running his thumb along your jaw. “After seeing the way you look when you come apart, I just don’t know how he ever thinks about anything else.”

Santi smirked, pleased that his assumption was right: Ben Miller would indeed cherish the addicting chase of your satisfaction with the same insatiable fervor that he did.

Heat pooled between your legs as Benny searched your gaze, eyes full of lust and admiration. You dipped your head down to take his thumb into your mouth, running your tongue over it and sucking on it. Meanwhile, Santiago came up behind you, his chest—now bare, having shucked off his shirt—pressing against yours, his hands slithering around your waist to slide your shorts down. You reached out, beginning to push Benny’s t-shirt up, and he slipped it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Santiago’s lips latched onto the side of your neck while his hands grazed your wet core, prodding and teasing at your swollen clit. You grasped Benny’s jeans and boxers, pulling them downward, and he caressed your breasts with his palms. Behind you, Santi shrugged the rest of his clothing off as well, and you soon felt the press of his hard length against the swell of your ass.

Benny sought out your mouth with his, your lips caught in a demanding yet delicate battle, as Santiago began to walk backwards toward the bed, pulling both of you with him. He settled down on the bed, tugging you down into his lap, his cock resting thickly between your ass cheeks. You pulled Benny down to you, needily encouraging him to claim your mouth once more, and Santi snaked a hand around to your front, slipping a finger into your core.

Though he was hesitant to stop kissing you, Benny lowered himself to his knees, eager to taste you elsewhere. Santi, watching his movements, hooked his feet on the inside of your ankles, pulling your legs open wide for Benny. He pulled his finger out of you and licked your sticky arousal off of it.

Benny nosed the inside of your thighs, pressing searing kisses to your skin as he neared your glistening folds, entranced by the way your arousal continued to drip out of you. He glanced up at Santiago and asked in a husky voice, “She always this wet, Santi?”

You felt the rumble of Santi’s chest as he chuckled, “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

A fresh wave of arousal scorched your insides at the implication behind his words. Did he want this to be a regular thing?

Benny raised his eyebrows, a small smile forming on his lips, before he turned his gaze to you. “This okay, honey?” he asked, gesturing toward where he was inches away from licking a hot stripe up your slit.

“Yeah, Benny, please,” you nodded, relaxing your body further into Santiago’s embrace.

If you thought Benny finger fucking you in your little jean shorts was something to moan over, you had another thing coming. Every muscle in your body contorted at the delicious feeling that tore through you as Benny began to brazenly lap at your folds with his dexterous tongue, breathy pants and moans falling from your lips in a symphony of pleasure.

“Oh my fucking GOD,” you choked out as he thrust his tongue inside of your hole, swirling and prodding at your walls as his nose pressed against your clit.

He pulled back slightly to chuckle, voice low and rough, “It’s Benny, sweetheart.”

Santi snickered, tilting your head to the side to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. He slipped a finger into your mouth, beckoning you to suck on it, and then brought the spit-soaked digit between your bodies, brushing it over the tight ring of muscle that his dick was resting against.

“Santi, baby, please,” you whined, shifting your body slightly, and you gasped when his finger caught on the edge of your hole.

Benny paused his assault on your core for a moment to see what was getting you so worked up, and when he realized what Santi was doing, he looked up at you with a grin, lips shiny and wet. “You like that, honey?”

“I love it,” you managed to get out, voice nearly breaking.

Santi pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade and asked, “Benny, should I keep going?”

Benny smirked, lazily pumping two fingers in and out of your soaking wet hole. “Yeah, Pope. She’s been such a good girl for us. Let her have it.”

Santi slipped his finger fully into your ass just as Benny surged up to kiss you roughly, swallowing your wanton moan. As Benny’s lips slotted against yours, he crooked his fingers deep inside of you and pressed down hard on your clit with his thumb while Santi pumped his finger in and out of your other hole. Without warning, the tight coil inside of you snapped in a tidal wave of shrieking pleasure, and clear liquid came gushing out of your pussy, squirting all over Benny’s arm.

Santi supported you as your body went limp, and Benny dropped backward onto the floor. “Did you just…?” He began to ask.

“Oh yeah, she does that, too. A lot,” Santi confirmed.

Benny drug a hand through his hair—face flushed and chest heaving—and exclaimed, “That was so fucking hot.”

The three of you sat for a few moments catching your breath until Santi eventually spoke up, “How are you feeling? Do you still want to ride Benny’s cock, baby?”

Benny caught one of your legs with his hand, which you were swinging from the edge of the bed, and pressed a kiss to your ankle. You nodded, and Santi breathed out, “Good, because I’ve been waiting all night to watch this.”

Santi gestured for Benny to join the two of you on the bed, and he complied, settling down on his back with his head propped up on your pillows. Briefly, you found yourself hoping that the scent of his cologne would linger with you and Santi when you went to sleep later that night. You turned to Santi, running a hand through his curls and kissing him softly before crawling across the bed to where Benny was waiting.

You climbed up his tall, muscled form, feathering kisses along the various scars that adorned his body. Benny closed his eyes, mouth falling slightly open once your lips teased at the head of his hard cock, fingers digging into the sheets as you drug your mouth up his chest. His impatience won out when you nipped at his collar bone, and he pulled your head to his, enveloping your lips in a desperate kiss.

His lips stilled for a moment, and he broke the kiss, looking from you to Santiago. “Condoms?”

Santi shrugged. “We’re both clean.”

“I got tested after I came back from my trip,” Benny affirmed.

“Good, because I wanna feel you inside of me,” you told Benny.

Santi pinched the back of your thigh as he added offhandedly, “That’s it? I seem to remember you saying…oh, what was it? You want to be completely stuffed and dripping with Benny and I’s cum by the time we’re finished?”

Your face flushed at the memory of what Santi had pulled from your mouth mid-orgasm the night before. Benny’s cock twitched, and he swallowed. Santi tracked the movement and added casually, “Oh, yeah. That’s uh, covered, too. You can fill her up.”

Benny groaned as you began to slide your wet folds along his stiff cock, hands grasping your hips. You planted another kiss on his lips before slowly beginning to sink down on his cock, and Benny threw his head back and moaned. He kept his hold on your waist, ready to keep you balanced if the stretch of his cock inside of your tight core began to be too much. But you kept going, and your slick arousal edged his shaft deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out. You collapsed forward against his chest, breathing heavily, his name falling from your lips in a rush.

“Fuuu–u-uck,” he gritted out as he felt the tight walls of your cunt pulse and flutter around his cock.

You attempted to lift yourself up, but your body trembled, overcome by the pleasure that seared through you from the sheer size of Benny’s cock filling you so completely.

“I’ve got you, honey,” Benny murmured as he tightened his grip on your hips and lifted you up, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you, “You take my cock so fuckin’ good, beautiful.”

Santi let out a moan from where he was laid out beside you, eyes watching Benny’s cock sink into your cunt as he stroked his own throbbing length.

“Harder, Benny,” you whined, and before you realized what was happening, Benny flipped you over and began fucking you roughly into the mattress.

He lifted you by your hips, driving his cock deep inside of you, his hair falling into his eyes in a wild, sweaty mess. You head lolled to the side, and you met Santi’s blissed out gaze as he watched the two of you, completely and entirely enraptured by the sight of Benny pounding his cock into your cunt, fucking you within an inch of your life. Santi scooted closer, pumping furiously at his cock as he licked at the seam of your mouth.

“Santi, baby, I want you both to come inside of me at the same time,” you panted out.

Benny stilled, turning to Santiago as he reduced his thrusts to an excruciatingly slow drag. Santi motioned for him to flip you back over into your original position, which he did, and Benny carefully eased you back down onto his thick, waiting length. He pulled you down against him, kissing you languidly as Santi positioned himself behind you.

“Hey Benny, I’m going to fuck her ass, but let’s take turns with her pussy first,” Santi suggested.

You felt Benny’s cock throb inside of you, and he kissed you deeper, savoring the slide of your tongue against his before slowly lifting you off of his cock. Your empty hole fluttered for a moment, only to be filled a moment later by the thick, familiar stretch of Santiago’s cock. He thrust into you a few times and then pulled out, allowing Benny to stuff his dick back into your hole immediately after. Your entire body shook as they continued taking turns shoving their cocks in and out of your fucked out hole. At one point, they both shoved the heads of their cocks in at the same time, pausing for a second when they realized their mistake.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Benny chased your mouth with his, slotting your lips together, and he sheathed his dick inside of your tight pussy again right along with Santiago’s. They alternated thrusts, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gasped in ecstasy, stuffed so full with both their cocks nestled inside of you at the same time that you couldn’t even move. Your pulse began to quicken, and you met Benny’s gaze as burning hot bliss set your whole body aflame, your climax pulsating through you with the force of a lightning strike. Your cum dripped down both of their cocks, and Santi swiped it up, using the lubrication to begin scissoring his fingers into your other tight ring of muscle.

He prepped you quickly, wasting no time in stuffing his cock into your ass, and you moaned as Benny resumed his thrusts into your sensitive cunt. Both of them keyed up and nearly at their breaking points, it didn’t take long for Benny to begin shuddering beneath you, his orgasm hitting him hard as he shot his load inside of you, painting your walls with his hot seed. You remained nestled on Benny’s softening cock as Santi continued to chase his release, pounding his cock into you until he eventually cried out, dumping thick spurts of his cum into your asshole.

Santi collapsed onto the bed beside you, and Benny carefully pulled his cock out of you, laying you down on your back. He sat up, sliding down lower on the bed until he was nestled in between your legs, and he motioned for Santi to join him. You whined and keened as they began to take turns thrusting their tongues into your cunt, eating the thick globs of cum that were pouring out onto the sheets below. When the overstimulation became too much, you sat up, pulling them both up by their wrists to come and lie on either side of you.

You turned to Santi, unspoken words shared between the two of you as you pressed a tender kiss to his lips before rolling over to face Benny. Santi wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you close, and you interlaced your fingers with Bennys as you brushed your nose against his. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you slowly.

You were on almost the brink of sleep when you eventually felt Benny shift, and your eyes snapped open, finding something conflicting swimming in his blue eyes. Santi immediately flapped a hand around, seeking out Benny’s arm, which he grasped firmly as he said, “Aren’t you staying?”

Santi propped his head up slightly, and Benny looked from you to him as he asked, “Do you…want me to stay?”

You swiveled your head to kiss Santi before turning back to face Benny. “Yes,” you said softly, ghosting your lips over Benny’s once more.

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