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safetycar-restart · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY THREE: TEMPERATURE PLAY [POLY!CHARLES/Pierre/READER]

NOTE: this is an nsfw imagine with sub!charles, sub!Pierre and Dom!reader. This fic also contains mommy kink. If you’re under 18 or uninterested, then scroll past. If you like what you see, then come check out the rest of my blog!

This work is part of kinktober, where every day of October we discuss a different kinky concept. More ideas surrounding temperature play will be discussed on my blog, so if you have any thoughts feel free to stop by!

The idea starts because Charles starts to show more interest in the more intense side of things. For ages charles didn’t want anything to do with the intense scenes you did with Pierre, choosing to just be your soft little sub, getting fucked hard by you and Pierre but never being involved when you really pushed Pierre.

And that was great! It worked so well with the three of you, but slowly Charles wanted to be more involved in the more intense side too. Make no mistake, he’s always gonna be your soft little bunny. He’s never ever going to want to be tied up and whipped the way his Pierre likes, but he starts to be involved! He’s a good boy! So he should help you!

Of course you don’t even consider getting him involved in the very intense things you do with Pierre, knowing that he’d freak seeing Pierre like that.

But… you can’t exactly just say no. Not when he looks so excited! He clearly had to work himself up to asking, sounding so shy but so optimistic. He wants to be good!! Good for his mommy and his Pierre!!

So you come up with an idea… a temperature play scene.

They’re one of Pierre’s favourites, and it’s so easy for Charles to be involved there without it being too intense.

Charles kneels patiently next to the bed while you tie Pierre up, tying his arms and legs to the bedframe so he’s spread out and completely exposed. Then you blindfold him, giving a quick kiss and checking in before telling Charles to join you on the bed.

You start off by teasing Pierre with his just your hand, running your fingers up and down his chest, randomly scratching your nails without warning. He lets out little gasps every time you do, his cock slowly hardening as he gets more and more turned on.

Charles watches Pierre, his eyes landing on Pierre’s cock and you can practically see his mouth watering. He wants to suckle on it so bad!!

“Mommy?” Charles asks, “can I?”

He doesn’t specify what, but he’s looking directly at Pierre’s cock so you know what he wants. And well, how can you deny such a cute little bunny?

So you tell him he can, but that he can’t make Pierre cum yet. Charles pounces instantly, settling between Pierre’s thighs and taking as much of his cock into his mouth as he can. He licks and sucks it like it’s the best lollipop in the world, clearly enjoying himself.

Pierre pulls at the restraints and groans, clearly not having expected Charles to start sucking him off. You let him enjoy it for just long enough for him to get lost in the feeling and then drop an ice cube onto the centre of his chest. He hisses, body twisting to try and get the ice cube off him but he only succeeds in making the cold water run down his side.

You swop positions with Charles then, giving Charles the bowl of ice while you play with Pierre’s cock. The rule is simple: you get to edge Pierre for as long as Charles still has ice to play with. Once all the ice has melted, Pierre gets to cum.

You edge him without mercy, and the combination of the coldness from the ice cubes Charles is using all over him and the feel of your hand on his cock drive him insane. He’s a shaking mess by the time charles has run out of ice cubes, begging in broken French and English, tear tracks running down his cheeks from behind the blindfold.

You let Charles make him cum, letting him swallow it all up.

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c3berus · 3 months

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# afab!𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 kinkshot ! — forbidden (dads best friend)

phillip never was much into the dating scene. more like, quick fucks and simple hook ups. despite the pressure from his parents, he just couldn’t find the right guy. most of his pick were either dicks or simply all sexual attraction and couldn’t help him get his rocks off if he gave them the benefit of even trying to pleasure him. he yearned for something more, something..experienced. no matter how much his father told him to date young he couldn’t help the way his eyes would trail over to his dad’s best friend.

he knew it was wrong sure, but it was the first time he’d actually seen himself seriously involved with someone. that someone being the 6’4 tank of a man he’d known since forever. maybe phillip was a bit delusional, because his dad’s best friend hadn’t seem him as much other than his best friend’s son. but the thrill of simply imagining the way his rough hands would trace every corner and crease of his body was just too tempting. too bad it was simply that, an imagined wet dream..

POV CHANGE

today was your best friend’s son’s 19th birthday. dale had invited you over to help celebrate. wanting no more than to see your best friend happy you agreed. besides, it would be another opportunity to speak with phillip. phillip..,gosh was your mind plauged with the thought of him. it was wrong you shamed yourself for even thinking that way of him but you couldn’t help it.

the way his big, doll eyes would light up when he saw you, or when his cheeks got all rosy when you laughed at his jokes and sore attempts of flirting. the way his starch jeans hugged his thighs when he mounted one of your horses. it was adorable, you wanted to be the only cause of his rosy cheeks. of course you noticed all of the assholes he’d bring home, it was more frequent then you’d normally expect honestly. you asked dale (calling phillips dad dale) about it but he simply brushed it off as him “getting a feel the dating pool”. it frustrated you to no end, you knew that you should’ve been the one to climb up to his room and make him feel amazing.

you could do so much more than those boys could do. after all, phillip needed a man to please him, keep him content, and pamper him. who else would execute that more perfectly than you?. surely not the guys you’ve seen him with. coming back to your senses, you approached the graves household with phillip’s present clutched in between your hands. you took a deep breath before knocking on the door waiting for it to be opened.

it wasn’t long before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you plastered a big smile onto your face and watched the door open. your eyes met phillips big blue ones and you felt your smile widening on its own accord. your eye contact last about 4 seconds before he looked down and quietly greeted you and opened the door wider so you could enter. you silently cooed at his nervousness and brushed past him following the voices and laughter into the kitchen.

walking into the kitchen you spotted dale and him seemingly having the same best friend senses as you, his eyes instantly met yours and a he cheered loudly lifting his can of whatever it was towards you. you smiled sheepishly when all the attention was turned on you and everyone else lets out cheers much like dale. you took a step towards the sea of drunks until you were stopped by a small hand grasping your wrist, it was phillip. you glanced up from his hand to see his eyes locked onto the box you held in your hands.

“‘s that mine?..” his soft voice reached your ears. you swooned at his adorable drawl and nodded while moving the box closer to him, gesturing for him to take it. he quickly took it and walked off with it to the living room after telling you thank you and to enjoy the party. you watched him walk away and couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down to his plump thighs that showed through his jeans. after noticing your stare, you shook your head and continued on to dale and the rest of the adults who had gathered around the drink table. you tried to ignore the heat that pooled down south.

hours had passed since then and it was finally time tor phillip to open his gifts. you all had sat on the family couches, phillip was on the floor infront of everyone his gifts all surrounding him. one by one, after a series of comments from family members and friends claiming their given gifts, he had finally made it to yours. he picked it up and sat it on his lap before trailing his eyes up to yours. you nodded, urging him on. he nodded as well and started to open the box.

once he got it open, he slowly revealed it to himself. you saw his eyes widen and his cheeks grow award winningly red. you smirked and took a sip of your beer looking away as phillip immediately looked up at you. you looked back at him once you heard him standing up. you watched him collect his gifts bags trailing up his arms and hands filled with boxes before he excused himself to go put his gifts away.

soon after his exit, you had finished your beer and felt the need to relieve yourself. you excused yourself from the sea of shit faced drunken adults and made your way to the bathroom. once you finished your business, you washed your hands and opened the bathroom door. you were somewhat surprised to see phillip standing there, he looked as of he was about to knock.

“hey-sorry, didn’t mean to hog the bathroom, here- ill just-“ you muttered maneuvering around phillip so he could head into the restroom. you were about to head back downstairs until phillip grasped your bicep.

“wait- I didn’t need use the restroom i was hoping we can talk privately..about? your gift?..” phillip asked gesturing to his bedroom door. you felt your smile drop and your stomach churn.

“if i made you uncomfortable with it im sincerely sorry it wasnt my intention-n-no its fine, i just wanted to talk to you about it, get some things off my chest you know..” phillip interrupted brushing off your apology. you shifted your weight as you heard laughter erupt from downstairs, before you nodded and gestured to phillips room. he smiled and pulled you into his room closing the door after the both of you. he motioned for you to sit in his desk chair, and you followed suit. you both sat in silence for a bit.

“i wanted to let you know that ‘m very grateful for your gift, and if we’re being completely honest here, I’ve been exploring dating or so for a while and ‘m failing horribly really.” phillip trailed off, confusing you.

“the gifts nothing, simple gag joke y’know” you chuckled out. you seen phillip nodding to himself before he picked up the box and pushed it into your hands. you were completely confused by now, ‘he doesn’t want it?..but he said he was grateful..?’ you thought, confusion painting your face.

“i..i want to try it out” he blushed, not meeting your eyes.

“oh..well i mean, i can leave-n-no!” you started heading for the door until phillip threw his body against the partially opened door, slamming it back. you stood blankly staring at phillip in confusion. “i want to try it..with..you” he blurted out, his red face becoming more apparent.

oh..

oh…

“its fine if dont want to! you dont have to! i just felt that you should know that ‘m very attracted to you. i have been for a while actually, but pa told me to date young, and i just cant. they don’t have what i want..they dont..they’re not..they aren’t you..” you let phillip ramble on. he felt the same..your feelings were reciprocated. you hadn’t realized that you hadn’t spoke yet until you looked back into phillips awaiting eyes. you also hadn’t noticed how close you two were until phillip smashed his lips onto yours. without thinking, you immediately kissed back. the kiss started to become more intense until you pulled away and stepped away from phillip.

you saw the hurt flash in his eyes before you took a deep breath and started talking. “phil..this is wrong..your pa was right, ‘m no good for you. you gotcha whole life ahead of ya’. ‘m your pa’s best friend for heaven’s sake..what would he think of this, of us?” you watched phillips face turn stone cold before he mumbled something. you asked him to repeat it.

“he knows of my feelings towards you, he doesn’t like it and wants me to do better but he knows how i feel for you..so yes, this is wrong! but i cant help that it feels so right. are you seriously going to sit here, and tell me that you dont feel at least a small percentage of what i feel for you..? even after that kiss?..” phillip gritted out, storming up to you. you said nothing and looked away. “say it..” his breath fanned onto your stubble. “say that you feel nothing for me..”

you silently looked down at phillip, you could see the stubbornness shining through his eyes. a trait dale definitely passed down. you slowly shook your head no, and mumbled that you couldn’t. you felt him release a deep, shaky breath before he began to step backwards towards his bed pulling you towards him. your legs moved on their own as you mindlessly followed him and soon you found yourself thrusting yourself into phillips mouth one hand on the back of his head. the sounds he made from simply pleasing you should really be looked into.

your hips stuttered before you shot your load down his throat, phillip swallowed every drop before you instructed him to lay onto his back. you reached into the gift box you had given him and pulled out the fluffy blue handcuffs that matched his eyes perfectly. you also pulled out the corresponding rope that came with the handcuffs and gently moved him to the position you wanted him in before tying him up in a series of knots and cuffs. in this position you had a perfect view of his throbbing cunt. you could see his arousal slowly dripping down his leg and fuck was it hot..

you maneuvered yourself in between his legs, your breath fanning over his sopping pussy causing hus hips to stutter, before you licked a long stripe up his pretty parts. this earned you the prettiest whimper you’ve heard in years. wanting him to fall apart on your face, you started to eat him out like a desperately starved man. you managed to pull the sluttiest sounds from him you’ve ever heard and it was music to your ears. with time you managed to to pull 4 orgasms out of him with your tounge and hand alone.

once you finally unlatched your mouth from his heat, the tent in your pants was so tight it was most painful. you removed the ropes from phillip, keeping the cuffs. before you freed yourself from your pants and stripped off your clothing. you let phillip trail his eyes over your body, thanking him for his filthy compliments. before you roughly pulled him to where you wanted him to be. phillip love that, he loved how easy you can bend him to your liking, he loved how big you were compared to him.

you threw his legs over your shoulders before placing your tip at his entrance, pulling your eyes to meet his.

“ready pretty boy?” you asked waiting fir his complete and total consent. phillip nodded, begging you to be careful with him because he’s never had to take anyone like you. you nodded and slowly pushed yourself into his entrance. causing you both to simultaneously let out noises of relief. phillip felt amazing wrapped around your dick, it was like he was made for you and you only. you loved it.

‘whatever you lacked in length you definitely made up in girth..’ phillip thought, feeling the way your dick rubbed against his walls. he couldn’t help but grimace in slight pain at the feeling of being split open, but your reassurance and gentle kisses caused him to relax and let go of his tense muscles. you waited until phillip was ready, he experimentally moved his hips before letting out a deep sigh of pleasure and allowing you to move. you started off very slow and careful, making sure to watch for any discomfort in your pretty boy. when all you received were moans, you sped up and started to roughly rutt into phillip.

phillip was seeing stars, his eyes had crossed and his throat and started to become sore with all the sudden moans and yell you ripped from him when you switched up your pace or hit his g-spot head on. he loved how you talked to him, how youd degrade him then call him the prettiest, most perfect little thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of bedding. how you’d tell him how no one else he’d brought home could make him feel as good as you can, gosh were you right..no one had ever managed to come close to what youve done for him, he was lucky if he even got his rocks off with those little boy toys. he was brought out of his thoughts by the tension in his heat becoming more intense. it seemed like you had figured out that he was soon to come because you immediately started to drill into his g-spot.

he soon came with a scream of your name, you ruthlessly pounded into him for a bit longer and came shortly after. you went to pull out until phillip pleaded with you not to, honoring his wishes, you stayed put and leaned over him to take off the handcuffs. as you did so, you shifted half your weight onto him and flipped you both to where he layed on your chest. you massaged his wrist that began to grow slightly irritated. you kissed his wrist and whispered sweet nothings to him trying to coax him to sleep.

once he was asleep fully, you carefully pulled out, cleaned him up and put your clothes back on. once you were sure you looked presentable enough you walked downstairs to the now quiet house. you were making your way out before a voice interrupted you.

“i hoped you didn’t think youd just bed my boy and leave..”

fuck..

i hope you all enjoy this! should a part 2 come about? what should the outcome be? was it dale who asked? if so, will dale and you fight it out? will you stop seeing phillip? will phillip be okay? hmmm.. decisions decisions 🫢.

- s.

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