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mssishipi · 3 months ago

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CHAPTER 3 — WHY ARE YOU SO SALTY?

— This was supposed to be just sex—no feelings, no attachments. What happened in bed was meant to stay there. Jake and Jay were perfect together, an undeniably loving couple who had everything. From the very beginning, you were just a third, nothing more. So why does it feel like you’re the only one left out? Fuck, why are you salty?

content tags: fluff and fluff and angst, sunoo being annoyed at jayke for always stealing reader away from him, one kys joke, reader is falling in love, jayke being soft, don't expect romance in this chapter bcs it's angst, still they have fluff, some other people cameo (that you might be missing since chap 1).

warning: explicit content (smut), threesome (soft dom jake, soft dom jay, sub reader), but they kind of have solo moments, multiple sex position, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, cunnilingus, rimming, anal fingering, protected anal sex (fxm), attempt of double penetration, blowjob, ofc sum mxm scene. MDNI! WC:15.1K

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notes: thank you for the 1k followers! i better not see any of you hating on my girl y/n.

So this is what it feels like.

The kind of thing your friends always gushed about—their whispers about how addicting it was, how they couldn't get enough. You never really got it. Until now. You didn't know exactly how long it had been going on. A month? Maybe more?

At some point, it became a routine, an unspoken agreement between the three of you. Sex, always sex. Even with classes, even with assignments piling up, there were moments where the three of you just couldn't help yourselves.

Your weekends are always ending up in their sheets. There were times when you swore you'd go a few days without it—focus, be responsible. But the second one of them (always Jake) pulled you close, hands roaming, lips brushing against your skin, you already knew how it would end.

Your schedules were never fully in sync. Different classes, different obligations. But somehow, you always found a way.

Because it was sex. And none of you could seem to stop.

"Shit, slow down!" Jay hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into your waist in a futile attempt to slow your relentless pace. But you didn't listen, the pleasure was too consuming, and all you could do was keep moving, keep chasing that euphoric high as you bounced on top of him.

Your moans spilled freely, the sound only making Jay groan beneath you. Behind you, Jake was grinning against your shoulder, completely entertained by the display in front of him. His hands were on your breasts, kneading them, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"Come on, tell him, baby," he murmured.

You gasped, your hips faltering for a brief moment before sheer need pushed you forward again, rolling, grinding against Jay in slow, deliberate circles.

You could feel how much he was holding back—the way his fingers flexed against your skin, the restraint in his muscles as he tried to keep himself from flipping you over and taking control.

Jay's brows furrowed, his lips parted as he breathed heavily beneath you. You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his as you let the words tumble out with a needy tone. "M-my p-pussy is so empty, p-please fill it up," you whined.

Jake let out a low whistle beside you. "There it is," he mused, watching the way Jay's entire demeanor shifted. His muscles tensed, his fingers twitched against your skin, and his expression darkened in the most delicious way.

Jay growled, his grip tightening before suddenly yanking you down, forcing you to take him deeper, bottoming out inside you in one swift, punishing motion. You choked on a moan, your walls spasming around him at the sudden stretch.

Jake was right—Jay loved that kind of talk.

"T-there—hah, oh my God! Ahh!" You practically screamed, your hands clawing at Jay's arms as he manhandled you, flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion.

You barely had time to process before he was already moving again, pounding into you with a force that made your head spin.

The sheets twisted beneath you, your fingers gripping the fabric for some semblance of control, but it was useless. You were completely at their mercy, exactly where they wanted you.

Jake chuckled, watching the way your body jolted with every deep thrust before settling himself beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. His mouth found your neck first, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your heated skin, trailing lower and lower until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking eagerly.

Your eyes rolled back, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over you.

For years, you had imagined something like this.

You'd seen it in porn, fantasized about the intensity of two mouths, two cocks, hands everywhere, pleasure heightened beyond what you thought possible. You used to ache with frustration, wondering if you'd ever experience what those girls did—the kind of overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure that left them ruined, wrecked, completely undone.

You'd sometimes cried, wondering if maybe there was something wrong with you, why no one else had ever made you feel this.

Now, you were drowning in it, every nerve in your body is alive, buzzing, and electrified with sensation. Years of frustration are now it all poured out of you, swallowed whole by them.

And God, you loved every second of it. It felt endless, like they were making up for every second of deprivation, stretching time itself just to ruin you over and over again.

Jay let out a ragged growl, his grip on your thighs tightening as his thrusts became deeper. "Shit, I'm fucking cumming."

Beside you, Jake pulled away from your nipple, his mouth swollen and glistening as he turned to Jay. Without hesitation, he grabbed the back of Jay's neck and kissed him.

You watched as their tongues slid together, swallowing each other's moans. The sight sent a fresh pulse of heat through you, a sharp ace blooming deep inside your core.

Your fingers twitched, then grasped at Jake's arm, a mindless, needy tug. Include me.

Jake felt it immediately, breaking the kiss just enough to glance at you, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Feeling left out, baby?"

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, making you shudder.

Jay's hands slid over your stomach, his palms warm as he moved up—brushing over your ribs, cupping your breasts, kneading them firmly. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, coaxing a breathless moan from your lips as your head fell back against the pillows.

Jake pulled away just in time to see the way your body arched into Jay's touch, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

A sudden, sharp thrust pulled your focus back to Jay. Your eyes snapped open, locking onto his dark, intense gaze. His grip on your breast tightened as he drove into you with slow, full strokes.

"Say it again," Jay growled. His thrusts grew sharper, rocking your body with every movement.

A whimper slipped from your lips, your hands flying to his wrists, gripping them for balance. Your mind felt hazy, drunk on the pleasure flooding your senses.

Without thinking, your other hand drifted to Jake's cock, fingers wrapping around his length. He was so hard, twitching in your grasp. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest as you stroked him, your fingers tightening, gliding in slow motions.

Jake exhaled a sharp breath, his head tilting back slightly. When he looked at you again, his eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips parted in a lazy, pleased smile. He guided your hand along his length, showing you exactly how he liked it.

"Come on, baby," Jake murmured, voice velvety. "Say it again, hmm?"

Your breath hitched. You hesitated for a moment, cheeks flushing, because you weren't usually the type to talk during sex. It wasn't something you were used to.

But with the way they were looking at you, waiting, and starving for it. You bit your lip, gaze flickering between them, before finally whispering:

"U-use me 'til you c-cum. F-fill me, please."

A deep groan tore from Jay's throat, while Jake hissed, his grip on your hand tightening as his cock twitched in your palm.

You were practically screaming at this point. Everything was too much, too good—you could hardly believe this was your life now, wrapped up between them, drowning in sensations you'd never thought you'd get to experience.

You could feel every inch of Jay stretching you, filling you so completely, his deep, steady thrusts hitting on your g-spot inside you over and over again.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum—oh, shit." Jay moaned, his head tilting back, his jaw clenching. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you still, feeling the way your walls squeezed around him, gripping him.

Jake pulled away from your hand while Jay straightened his back, adjusting his position, his grip shifting to your legs. Without warning, he pushed them further apart, spreading you wider, sinking even deeper inside you. A ragged cry ripped from your throat, your hands flying to his forearms.

You are catching your breath until you felt a warm breath ghosting over your swollen clit.

Your stomach tightened, and your entire body jerked when you felt the first slow, deliberate flick of his tongue against your clit. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling as he licked a long, slow stripe over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh my God!" you gasped, your fingers fisting the sheets, your head tossing to the side.

Jake hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. "She's so sensitive," he murmured, lips brushing against your slick heat.

Jay exhaled harshly, his fingers flexing on your thighs as he fought for control. His cock twitched inside you, the added stimulation pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

"You're such a tease," Jay gritted out, his hips snapping forward, driving into you harder.

Jake just grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he flattened his tongue against your clit, sucking gently.

Your vision blurred, the world around you dissolving into nothing but pure, white-hot pleasure. Every muscle in your body locked up, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed through you. Your walls clamped down around Jay, squeezing him so tightly that his rhythm stuttered, his breath hitching in his throat.

The sudden, hot rush of his release spilling deep inside you, filling you up completely. Jay let out a ragged groan, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he slammed himself deep one last time, grinding into you as he rode out his high.

The pleasure had hit so fast, so hard, that your body collapsed under the weight of it. Your mind went blank, your limbs limp, but before you could fully sink into the overwhelming sensation, Jake was suddenly there—moving swiftly, his hands gripping your arms, steadying you. "Whoa, baby—breathe," he murmured, His lips brushed over your temple as Jay's hips gave one last, weak thrust, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

"Fuck," Jay exhaled, his grip finally loosening, hands sliding over your trembling thighs before he slumped forward, his forehead pressing against your shoulder.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath is shaky as you tried to steady yourself, the aftershocks still lingering in your body. Your legs trembled, muscles twitching from the overwhelming sensation that still buzzed through you.

Suddenly, Jay's nose brushed against the curve of your neck as he nuzzled closer, his body relaxing against yours. The intimate gesture sent a soft, unexpected warmth blooming in your chest. While Jake's fingers lacing with yours, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

"You're okay?" Jake's voice was softer than usual, his fingers traced idle patterns on your wrist.

You blinked up at him, your mind still sluggish. You felt too much all at once—the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed against yours, the way Jay's breath ghosted over your skin and the soft ache between your thighs. And there was something else that is more deeper and unsettling.

They always did these small, tender touches that shouldn't mean anything, yet somehow felt like they did.

Of course, you liked it, but in the back of your mind, it was too much, too good like a dream you'd eventually have to wake up from.

"Shower?" Jay offered, you blinked up at him before glancing at Jake, who was still hard. He caught your gaze, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips before he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your mouth.

"It's okay," he murmured against your lips. "I'm sure you're tired already."

Tired? That was an understatement. Still, you hesitated, looking between the two of them because the thought of just leaving him like that made your chest tight.

You swallowed, "I can still..."

Jake huffed out a soft laugh, cutting you off with another kiss, this one slower, more indulgent, and when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Not tonight, baby," he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly down your arm. "You'll be sore enough as it is."

He wasn't wrong. You could already feel the dull ache settling into your muscles.

Jay shifted beside you, sitting up, rubbing a hand over his face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Come on," he murmured. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You exhaled shakily, allowing Jay to pull you up. Jake stretched, letting out a low groan before reluctantly rolling off the bed.

As Jay led you toward the bathroom, you cast one last glance at Jake, watching as he lazily stroked himself, smirking as he caught you staring.

"Go on," he teased, "I'll take care of myself."

Jay scooped you up, carrying you toward the bathroom. Your body felt weightless in his arms as the exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

The shower was already running, steam curling into the air. Instead of stepping directly under the spray, Jay lowered you into the bathtub, letting the warm water lap at your skin. The moment you sank into it, your body melted further, muscles loosening as the heat surrounded you.

You exhaled, head resting back against the tub's edge, eyes fluttering shut. The water rose higher, enveloping you completely, and for a moment, it felt like you could drift off right then and there.

Jake followed after not too long, he stepped into the tub behind you, his legs bracketing yours as he pulled you back against his chest.

Jay was still outside the tub, kneeling beside it. His hands dipped into the water, fingers skimming along your legs before reaching for the soap. The way he lathered it in his hands was deliberate, slow, before he started gliding his palms over your arms, your shoulders—so gentle, so careful.

Jake hummed against your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Relax," he murmured, his hands moving to rest on your waist beneath the water. "Just let us take care of you."

The intimacy of it all was overwhelming. This was new, too new. It wasn't just the sex, it was everything that came after. It was the quiet moments, it was the way they touched you, cared for you.

And you were just now realizing how dangerously comfortable you were becoming with it.

Without thinking, you shifted, turning into Jake's embrace. Your arms slid around his torso, pressing yourself against him, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Jake stilled for a second, as if caught off guard. Then, slowly, he let out a soft exhale, his arms tightening around you. His chin rested against the top of your head, fingers tracing along your back beneath the water.

A quiet understanding passed between Jay and Jake as their eyes met over your shoulder. Jay's lips twitched into a soft smile before he reached forward, his palm smoothing over your back, working the tension from your muscles as he poured warm water down your spine.

The sensation made you hum in response, your body sinking further into Jake's hold, lulled by the quiet care surrounding you.

The three of you slipped into the lecture hall, noticeably late. You kept your head down, fingers fumbling to smooth your hair as you hurried toward your usual seat while Jay and Jake trailed behind you.

Sunoo huffed the moment you slid into the chair beside him. With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he snatched up the things he'd left on the seat that is clearly meant to reserve it for you.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, shoving his notebook into his bag.

Before you could respond, Jake tugged at the hem of your uniform, leaning in. "Hey, there are three open seats at the back," he murmured, nodding toward the empty row.

You glanced between him and Sunoo, lips parting slightly in hesitation. Sunoo tsked, shifting in his chair dramatically as if to make a point.

You gave Jake a small, apologetic smile before turning back to face the front. He exhaled through his nose, but didn't push it. Jay, as usual, said nothing, simply sliding into the seat behind you.

The lecture dragged on, your mind only half-focused as you felt the occasional tap of Jake's pen against the back of your chair. When class finally ended, Sunoo wasted no time, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the open field outside.

The two of you had spent too much time here during your vacant periods—lying on the grass, complaining about classes, escaping from whatever responsibilities you didn't feel like dealing with.

Sunoo sat down first with a grunt, motioning for you to join him. As soon as you did, he reached out, fixing the slightly crooked knot of your necktie with a pout.

"You're spending way too much time with them," he muttered. You opened your mouth to argue, but Sunoo was already pouting dramatically, arms crossed over his chest.

"Am I not your favorite gay best friend anymore?" he whined, tilting his head with exaggerated sadness.

A laugh bubbled from your lips despite yourself. "You're being ridiculous," you teased, nudging his leg with your knee.

"I'm being neglected," he insisted, flopping back onto the grass. "I'm being abandoned. Replaced."

"You are so dramatic."

Sunoo huffed, turning his head to squint at you. "Seriously, though. You've been with them nonstop lately. I get it, okay? They're hot and good at—" He made a vague gesture with his hands. "—stuff. But what about me? We used to be inseparable."

Your smile faltered slightly. You knew Sunoo wasn't actually mad, but there was something genuine beneath his usual theatrics.

"I know," you admitted, lowering your gaze. "It's just... different with them. I don't know how to explain it."

Sunoo propped himself up on his elbows. "Try me."

You hesitated because how could you put it into words?

Sunoo watched your expression carefully, then sighed. "Look, I just don't want you getting hurt. They're... well..." Sunoo stop what he was about to say, you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sunoo softened. "I'm not saying stop. Just... don't lose yourself in it, okay?"

You swallowed, feeling an odd tightness in your chest. "I won't," you promised.

Sunoo stared at you for another second before sighing and sitting up fully. Then, with a sly grin, he poked your cheek. "Now, tell me the dirty details. Who's better?"

"Sunoo!"

"What? Best friends share everything!"

You told yourself it wasn't a big deal.

Whatever you were feeling—it was just because this was new, unfamiliar. You weren't used to it yet, that's all. It wasn't something deeper.

Just go with the flow.

Besides, Sunoo hugged you all the time, kissed your hair, looped his arm through yours without a second thought. Affection didn't have to mean anything complicated.

These past few days, you'd been keeping a little distance, limiting how much time you spent with them. Not because you didn't want to be around them, but because you didn't want to get used to this feeling.

And, you didn't want Sunoo to think you were replacing him. He was your best friend—your super best friend, as he liked to remind you. No one could ever take his place.

"Let's go! We're going to Burger King!" Sunoo declared, tugging your arm dramatically.

You barely had a second to react before Jake's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. A startled squeal left your lips as your feet nearly lifted off the ground.

"She already said yes when I asked her for shawarma," Jake argued, his grip tightening, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

You twisted between them, eyes flicking back and forth. Sunoo glared at Jake and Jake smirked at Sunoo.

Sunoo narrowed his eyes, gripping your arm tighter. "Shawarma? Seriously? That's so basic. She's getting a burger."

Jake scoffed, his arms still locked around your waist. "She literally loves shawarma. And, unlike you, I asked first."

"Oh, so now we're keeping track of who asks first?" Sunoo shot back, voice dripping with mockery. "That's cute, Jake. Real cute."

You groaned, twisting between them. "Guys—"

"Nope." Sunoo cut you off, yanking you toward him. "Burger."

Jake pulled you right back against his chest. "Shawarma."

Jay sighed, barely looking up from his phone as your body jerked between Jake and Sunoo's relentless tug-of-war.

"She's coming with us!" Jake huffed, tightening his grip on your waist.

Sunoo scoffed, yanking your arm in the opposite direction. "Excuse me?! I had her first!"

Jake let out a mocking gasp. "Oh, so now we're keeping track of who had her first?" He stuck his tongue out at Sunoo.

Sunoo placed a hand over his chest. "We are super best friends! Inseparable! Back in high school, everyone said we were like a total package. Where I go, she goes."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Dude, you sound like a clingy ex."

Sunoo gasped, absolutely scandalized. "I do not—"

Before he could finish, Jay suddenly reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you toward him.

"Enough," he muttered, slipping his phone into his pocket. He started walking, his fingers laced through yours to keep you from being stolen again.

"Wha—? Where are you taking her?!" Sunoo yelped.

Jay didn't even glance back. "Away from you two idiots."

Jake let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. "Damn. Kinda hot."

Sunoo scowled. "You would say that."

Meanwhile, your brain short-circuited as you stared down at Jay's hand in yours, warmth spreading from your fingertips all the way up to your face. Jake and Sunoo trailed after you, still bickering over who got to walk beside you, tugging at your sleeves and elbowing each other like children.

Jay let out a sharp exhale, clearly losing patience. Without a word, he shifted his grip, draping an arm firmly around your shoulders and pulling you flush against his side.

Sunoo cross his arms and huffed dramatically. "This is favoritism."

Jay shot them both a deadpan look. "Shut up."

In the end, none of the arguing mattered. The four of you ended up crammed into a booth at a Chinese restaurant, chopsticks clinking against bowls as you all shared food between bites of conversation.

Sunoo still sulked. Jake kept stealing food from your plate. And Jay, despite his earlier scowl, just kept filling your bowl with more dumplings.

The weekend arrived, and Jay had texted, asking you to hang out. At the same time, Sunoo and Wonyoung had invited you to go figure skating.

Torn between the two, you decided to make the most of your day, texting Jay that you'd come by in the evening, not wanting to miss out on time with your friends.

By the time you stepped out of the taxi in front of Jay's apartment, your legs were sore and aching, exhaustion creeping into your muscles from hours on the ice. You barely had time to lift your hand to knock before the door swung open.

Jake stood there, his eyes instantly lighting up at the sight of you. His sweet smile stretched wide before he reached forward, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you inside.

"Finally," he breathed, his grip warm and firm as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

A giggle escaped your lips as he pressed a trail of playful, affectionate kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. Your stomach fluttered—there it was again, that strange, uncontrollable feeling. The way your heart pounded just a little too hard.

"Missed you, missed you," Jake whined softly, his cheek brushing against yours as he held you impossibly closer.

You laughed, shaking your head as your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns against Jake's back. "We literally ate at the Chinese restaurant three days ago," you reminded him.

Jake only whined in response, rocking the both of you side to side like a sulking child. He lifted his head, lower lip jutted out in the most exaggerated pout, eyes big and pleading.

"Yeah, but Sunoo was there," he complained, brows furrowing. "I wanna spend more time with you—just me, you, and Jay."

His words sent a strange little jolt through you, warm curling in your stomach.

"You didn't even text that much today," he muttered, his pout deepening.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I was with Sunoo and Wonyoung, you know that."

Jake huffed dramatically. "Still. I need my daily dose of you."

His words sent another jolt through you, curling around your ribs like a slow-burning ember. You tried to play it off, focusing on how ridiculously cute he looked instead of the way your pulse picked up speed.

"You're such a baby," you teased, reaching up to pinch his cheeks between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch, and when he scrunched his nose in response, it only made your heart pound harder.

"Am not," he grumbled, though he made no effort to pull away. If anything, he leaned into your touch. His eyes flickered over your face, studying you for a second before his lips curled into a grin. "But if I were a baby, I'd be your favorite, right?"

Before you could answer, a voice cut through the moment. "You're blocking the door," Jay said flatly, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, watching the two of you.

Jake didn't let go immediately. Instead, he smirked and tightened his arms around you one last time, swaying you both dramatically before finally pulling back. "She's mine for the next hour," Jake announced proudly.

Jay rolled his eyes. "You literally saw her three days ago."

"And it felt like years," Jake shot back, dragging you toward the living room.

The movie flickered on the screen, but it had long since become nothing more than background noise. You and Jake were supposed to be watching it together—Jay had opted out, choosing to focus on his classwork instead, not wanting to procrastinate. But somewhere along the way, Jake's hand had found its way to your thigh, stroking absently as if he wasn't really thinking about it.

At first, it was innocent. Just a casual touch. But then his fingers started moving, kneading softly, tracing small circles against your skin, his fingertips creeping higher with each pass.

Your breath caught. You shifted slightly, adjusting your position, but your legs instinctively parted. You didn't even realize you were doing it until Jake let out a quiet chuckle.

"Look at that," he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your clothed heat. "Already opening up for me?"

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, body sinking into the couch as he teased you. The touch was light, barely there, but enough to set a slow burn deep in your stomach.

His fingers pressed down, rubbing slow, lazy circles through the fabric of your shorts. Your breath came out in a shaky exhale, hips lifting ever so slightly, chasing more friction.

"You're so warm," he mused, his voice dipping lower, more hushed. "And already so wet."

You nodded weakly, your thoughts scattering as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your bare skin. A quiet moan slipped past your lips.

"You know," you breathed between soft gasps, "I still can't believe I'm experiencing this."

Jake hummed, his lips trailing along the side of your neck. "Oh? And why's that?"

Your fingers twitched against the couch, gripping the fabric as he slid a finger between your folds. The touch was electric, sending pleasure zipping up your spine.

"I never really enjoyed sex before," you said, gasping when he pressed against your clit just right. "It's... shocking, I guess. That you and Jay just know exactly how to—fuck—please me."

Jake smirked, his lips curling against your skin. "Mmm, keep talking, baby," he whispered.

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved with deliberate skill, teasing and stroking in just the right way. Your thighs trembled, your body completely pliant under his touch.

"I-it's like—oh, shit, shit, right there, Jake—it's like my body just picked only the two of you."

Jake groaned, his fingers pressed deeper, circling with the perfect amount of pressure. He pulled back just enough to look at you. "Damn right it did," he murmured. "Your body will only listen to us."

Jake shifted his position, settling more comfortably between your legs. His free hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to your collarbone, baring your chest to the cool air.

You didn't wait, you unclasped your bra in a rush. Jake's lips curled into a smirk, his breath warm against your skin.

"You like it more when your left breast gets attention, don't you?" His voice was teasing, but he didn't wait for an answer.

The second his mouth latched onto your left mound, a whimper tore from your throat. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, lips closing around it as he sucked just hard enough to make your back arch off the couch.

"Hah—fuck, Jake," you moaned, your back arching off the couch as his fingers pumped deeper.

Jake chuckled against your flushed skin. "Jay was right," he murmured, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over your wet nipple, making it pebble even harder. His fingers didn't slow between your legs, pressing deep, curling just right. "You always react more when we do this."

To prove his point, he dragged his teeth lightly over the stiff peak, making you jolt, a breathless gasp escaping your lips. Then, his mouth closed around it again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. His free hand found your other breast, rolling and pinching your neglected nipple between his fingers, the combination of sensations making your head spin.

Your body was melting under his touch, too sensitive. Every flick of his tongue, every slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers inside you. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at the soft strands, trying to anchor yourself as you rocked against his hand. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you mixed with the low hum of pleasure vibrating from his throat.

"Jake—Jake, I'm—" You barely managed to get the words out. You could feel it, that familiar, intoxicating build-up, your walls clenching tight around his fingers.

Jake groaned, feeling the way you squeezed him. "Oh, you love that, don't you?" he mused. "Knowing we talk about you? Knowing we know exactly what makes you fall apart?"

His words sent a new wave of arousal crashing through you. The idea of Jay and Jake discussing you like this, learning every single detail of your body, what you liked, what drove you insane—it made your core throb even harder.

Jake pulled back to look at you, lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust. He didn't stop, fingers pressing deeper, fucking into you at a steady, teasing pace. "Bet you'd love to hear what else we say about you, huh?" he murmured, grinning as he watched your breath hitch.

Jake pushed himself up, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"We would love to fuck that ass."

A raw moan spilling from your lips, your grip on his hair tightened as your body tensed. A rush of heat pooled in your stomach, pleasure snapping so fast and sharp that your hips bucked against his hand, thighs shaking as your orgasm crashed over you.

"Oh my God, Jake!" you gasped, clenching hard around his fingers, your body twitching, desperate to hold onto the overwhelming pleasure for just a little longer.

Jake groaned, his free hand smoothing over your thigh, gripping it possessively as he worked you through your high. "Woah, that's it." he murmured. "Came so fast just from that, huh? You love the idea, don't you?"

You swallowed, still catching your breath, your body limp against the couch. Jake pulled his fingers from you slowly, watching the way your slick coated them, shining in the dim light.

He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hum of satisfaction. "Fuck," he sighed, grinning as he met your dazed, fucked-out gaze.

"Y-You're going to f-fuck my butt?"

Jake's grin widened, his cock twitching inside his pajama pants at how wrecked you sounded. Instead of answering right away, he leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to your lips.

"Only if you want to," he murmured.

You didn't even hesitate, eyes wide and desperate when you looked at him. "I want to."

Jake inhaled sharply, his grip on your thigh tightening for a second before he let out a low chuckle. "Fuck, yeah."

His cock throbbed at just the thought, but he forced himself to pull back, exhaling through his nose to keep control.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up first." Jake scooped you up, carrying you toward the bathroom on the first floor. The moment he set you down, he was already moving, grabbing the necessary supplies, turning on the faucet, letting warm water fill the sink.

You sat on the closed toilet seat, face already burning in embarrassment as you watched him prepare. "I can do it myself, you know."

Jake only smirked, kneeling in front of you. "I know, but where's the fun in that?"

A whimper lodged in your throat when he gently guided you to stand, then turned you to face the counter. His hands slid down your waist, his touch is careful as he spread your ass apart, exposing both your soaked cunt and your tight, clenching hole.

You let out a choked sound, immediately covering your face with your hands.

Jake chuckled at your reaction, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "Don't be shy, baby," he murmured, "I'm gonna eat this later, you know."

Your breath hitched, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, anticipation coiling in your stomach despite the embarrassment flooding your face.

Then the douche touched your hole. You sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively tensing, but Jake was already there, his lips trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, his free hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

"Relax," he cooed, his voice low and patient. "Anus muscles are naturally good at sucking, so don't worry about the water coming in. It won't feel as weird as you think."

Jake squeezed your hip reassuringly before continuing, "I'm gonna let the water stay inside for a few seconds. It'll feel uncomfortable, but it's totally bearable, okay?"

You exhaled shakily, nodding, trusting him completely.

Jake smiled against your skin, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Good girl."

Your body shuddered at his praise, the tension in your shoulders melting ever so slightly. Jake kept his hand steady on your back, his fingers tracing light patterns to keep you relaxed as he slowly let the water flow in.

A strange pressure built inside you, foreign and mildly uncomfortable, but not unbearable. You whined softly, shifting on your feet, and Jake leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

"Breathe through it," he murmured, "just a few more seconds, baby."

You focused on his touch, on the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. When he finally let the water out, a strange relief washed over you, making you sigh.

"See? Not so bad, huh?" Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

You nodded, still feeling a bit shy about the whole process. "It's... weird."

Jake chuckled, squeezing your waist. "Yeah, first time always is. But you're doing so good for me."

His words made your stomach flutter. It was stupid, the way something as simple as that made warmth spread through your chest.

"One more time, okay?" Jake said. "Then you'll be all clean for us."

Your breath caught in your throat at the implication—for us.

"I'll be the first, alright? Get you nice and used to it."

You whimpered at his words, thighs pressing together as heat surged through you. Jake chuckled, noticing your reaction.

"Then, when you're ready," he continued, "we'll take you together."

A gasp left your lips as he nipped at your ear. "I'll be in your pussy, stretching you open while Jay fills up this tight little hole."

Your knees nearly buckled, a whine escaping you as you pressed your forehead against the cool tile. The images flashing through your mind—Jake stretching you open, Jay filling you from behind. It felt surreal, like stepping into one of your deepest, filthiest fantasies. The kind you'd only ever dreamed about. But this was real. This was happening.

Your pussy clenched involuntarily, already aching for more.

Once he finished helping you clean up, you turned to face him, hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him down into a heated kiss. It wasn't soft or slow, it was desperate and needy. Your hands roamed his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin as his tongue slid against yours.

Jake's hands found their way to your ass, gripping firmly as he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, locking him in place as your lips remained fused in a messy, heated kiss.

He carried you effortlessly up the stairs, his fingers kneading your flesh. You barely registered the moment when he pushed the bedroom door open, until you caught sight of Jay.

Jay was seated at his desk, head tilted slightly downward, pen gliding across the pages of his binder notebook. The only acknowledgment he gave was a brief sigh as he adjusted the volume of his headset, as if this was nothing new to him.

You swallowed, glancing at Jay's back, hesitating. "I think we're going to disturb him," you murmured quietly.

Jake only laughed, his fingers teasing along the curve of your waist. "Ignore him," he whispered, "We're going to have so much fun."

His hands traveled upward, kneading your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples. "All fours, baby. Arch your back."

Without thinking, you obeyed. Your knees pressed into the mattress, hands sinking into the sheets as you positioned yourself. You peeked over your shoulder, stealing another glance at Jay. He was still writing, pen moving in smooth, deliberate strokes, seemingly unaffected.

"He's not going to join?" you asked.

Jake smirked, running a hand down your spine, pressing at the small of your back to deepen the arch. "Patience," he murmured. "You know how Jay is. He'll join us later."

Jake reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. Both of you were already bare against the sheets, Jake wasted no time positioning himself behind you, his hands spreading your ass apart as he dipped his head down.

The first swipe of his tongue over your soaked folds made you gasp, your fingers curling into the sheets. "Fuck," he groaned, voice muffled against your skin. "Always so sweet."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself sink into the sensation, a breathy sigh slipping past your lips as you rocked back against his mouth.

Jake tilted his head, pressing his tongue deeper, swirling it inside you before dragging it back up. Then, he started kissing your pussy—deep, wet kisses, his tongue flicking against your clit before sliding up again.

A quiet moan escaped you, but even through the haze of pleasure, you were still aware of Jay sitting at his desk just a few feet away. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out, not wanting to disturb him. Even though, really, what you were doing behind him was distracting enough.

"I'm going to eat this little ass, okay?" Jake murmured. Your breath hitched, his hands smoothed over your back, a silent reassurance. "Hey, relax," he soothed, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine.

The moment his tongue flicked against your other hole, a sharp whimper tore from your lips. Your grip on the sheets tightened as your body jolted at the unfamiliar sensation. It was strange, but the way Jake's free hand slid between your legs to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit sent waves of pleasure crashing over the discomfort.

And when Jake's tongue breached your hole, a sharp, uncontrollable moan ripped from your throat. The sensation was nothing like you had expected. It was hot, wet, and utterly overwhelming.

Jake let out a low laugh. "Didn't expect to like it this much, huh?" he teased before delivering a sharp slap to your pussy. You yelped, your hips jerking at the sudden sting, only for the warmth of his tongue to soothe it a moment later.

He moved effortlessly between your holes, one moment pressing into your ass, the next licking a slow, filthy stripe down to your dripping cunt. He groaned against you, savoring the way your body practically fed him, his tongue eagerly lapping up everything.

You turned your head, eyes seeking out Jay, still hunched over his notebook, pen moving steadily across the page as if nothing was happening behind him. The sight made you feel frustrated, a desperate whine escaping your lips.

"J-Jay..." you whimpered, arching your back even more, hoping and begging for him to at least look.

Jake chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking over your clit before he pulled back, lips glistening. "Aww, baby wants his attention?" he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your butt cheeks.

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, body trembling as Jake's hand came down to knead your ass. "Don't worry," he murmured. "He'll break soon. He always does."

"For now, pay attention to me, hmm?" His voice was so as his hands gliding over your skin . "I'm going to insert a finger. Okay?"

You took a deep breath, and Jake pressed another kiss to your lower back. "Breathe for me, there you go," he murmured as his slicked-up finger traced the tight ring of muscle, teasing but not pushing in just yet.

You whined softly, your body instinctively tensing again. Jake immediately noticed and stopped, pressing more soft kisses against your skin. "I won't rush you," he reassured, his tone filled with patience. "Just focus on how good it feels, okay?"

He flattened his tongue against your entrance again, massaging the sensitive skin with slow licks, easing you into the sensation. It was strange and unfamiliar—but paired with his mouth, it felt... good. Slowly, your muscles began to relax, your body responding to his careful attention.

Only when he felt you melt against him did he ease his finger inside, pushing in barely an inch before stopping. "Still good, baby?" he asked, pausing to gauge your reaction.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding against the sheets. "Y-Yeah... feels weird, but... good."

Jake grinned, "good girl. You're doing so well."

Behind you, Jay finally let out a quiet sigh, the sound barely audible over your heavy breathing. You turned your head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Though he was still pretending to focus on his notebook, the way he gripped his pen a little too tightly told you everything.

Jake's fingers pressed deeper, slick with lube, stretching you open with slow, careful movements. His cock twitched at the sight of your arched back, the way your ass framed the tight ring of muscle he was working open. He exhaled harshly through his nose, visibly restraining himself from rushing, from giving in to his own desperation.

"You're doing so good, baby," he murmured. Your breath hitched when he added another finger, scissoring you open, teasing the tight heat. It felt strange, but Jake was patient, never pushing too far.

When he was sure you were as ready as you could be, he pulled away slightly, fumbling with the condom, his hands unsteady. He sheathed himself quickly, then positioned himself behind you, his chest pressing flush against your back as he kissed your shoulder.

"I'll go slow," he whispered, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other guided himself to your entrance.

The first press of his cock made you whimper. Jake immediately hushed you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Relax, baby," he soothed, his hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. "Breathe for me, nice and slow."

Despite his best efforts to take it easy, you could hear his breath hitch, feel his thighs tremble as he pushed forward inch by inch. He was trying—really trying—not to just snap his hips forward and bury himself fully inside you.

Behind you, the scrape of a chair echoed through the room, followed by the shift of the mattress. You felt Jay's presence right beside you. When you turned your head, you found him sitting on the bed, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the place where Jake was slowly stretching you open.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jake groaned, his voice almost breaking. "Feels so fucking good, baby—ahh—"

Before he could move any further, Jay's voice cut through. "Don't move yet."

Jake let out a frustrated curse, gripping your waist tightly as he stilled. "I know, fuck—I know," he muttered, jaw clenched, his cock twitching inside you.

Jay didn't say anything else. Instead, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted more onto Jake's length. Then, just as carefully, he guided Jake's hips forward, ensuring the stretch remained slow.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Breathe," he murmured, his hand trailing down between your legs, fingers finding your clit.

The added pleasure made you exhale sharply, your body slowly easing up. Jake took that moment to push the rest of the way in, finally bottoming out with a deep, shuddering groan.

The fullness was something—a different kind of stretch, a different kind of sensation than you were used to. You felt so completely stuffed, and the burn slowly morphing into something else.

Jay shifted beneath you, adjusting his position so that your legs straddled him, his broad frame supporting your weight as he reached between your bodies. His fingers returned to your clit, circling it. The moment his mouth latched onto your breast, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud, you let out a helpless moan, your body trembling between the two of them.

Jake took that moment to start moving. Slowly at first, rolling his hips forward, pressing himself deeper inch by inch. A strangled gasp tore from your throat as you felt every bit of him stretching you in a way that had you teetering between pleasure and overwhelming sensation.

"Ha—so good," Jake groaned, as he felt the way your body clenched around him. "Your ass is so fucking tight. I could stay buried in here forever—ahh, fuck—"

Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, fingers digging into Jay's shoulders as you struggled to ground yourself. The pressure between your legs from Jay's touch only intensified everything, sending you spiraling faster than you expected.

Jake picked up his pace, his hips snapping forward in deep thrusts. Each movement pushed you further onto Jay's waiting tongue and fingers, the dual stimulation making your mind go hazy.

You whimpered, your breath coming out in sharp, desperate gasps. "Kiss—please," you begged, eyes glossy, lips parted in a plea.

Jay wasted no time. His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans as his hand worked faster between your legs, matching the rhythm of Jake's thrusts.

You were already overwhelmed, but you still wanted more. Needed more.

Your hands moved blindly, fumbling with the waistband of Jay's shorts, tugging at the fabric in desperation. Jake smirked behind you, his thrusts slowing slightly as he turned your head to steal another kiss.

Jay let out a deep breathe, standing just enough to push down his shorts and boxers, his hard length springing free. He palmed himself lazily, watching the way your body rocked between them.

You broke the kiss with Jake, your gaze immediately dropping to Jay's aching arousal. "Want you too, please," you whined, voice shaky as your hands are reaching for him.

Jay inhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. "Yeah?" he murmured, dragging the tip of his cock along your soaked folds, teasing your clit, your body twitching at the light, agonizing touch. You keep nodding your head desperately.

"Fuck," he muttered, his fingers gripping his dick tight as he forced himself to hold back. "Not yet. Maybe next time... we need your body to get used to this first."

Your heart dropped, "b-but..." your voice wavered, disappointment crashing into you.

Jake stilled behind you, his hands soothing over your hips. "Shh, don't cry, baby," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder, but the tears were already slipping down your cheeks.

Jay cursed under his breath, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. "You're too fucking cute when you get like this," he sighed. "We're just taking our time,"

You hiccupped a breath, nodding, even as your body still ached for more.

Jake's grip tightened on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. His pace grew frantic and desperate, losing himself in the way your body clenched around him.

Your moans grew louder, mixing with his gasps, your legs shaking violently. Your muscles gave out, and the two of you collapsed onto Jay beneath you.

"Shit—!" Jay cursed as your weight pressed down on him, but his hand never left your dripping cunt. His fingers slipped inside, one, then two—stretching you open, curling it together with Jake's thrust inside your ass.

A scream ripped from your throat, back arching as the sudden intrusion sent you into an orgasm with no build-up. Your vision blurred, your body convulsing between them, the pleasure hitting so hard that it almost hurt.

"I'm cumming, oh fuck — I'm cumming!" Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom, his grip on your waist loosening as the last waves of pleasure wracked through him.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, just the sound of your ragged breaths mixing together. Then, slowly, Jake shifted, carefully pulling out of you with a soft, "Fuck, that was..." He trailed off, still catching his breath.

He rolled onto his side, tugging you with him, pressing a lazy, satisfied kiss to your temple. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned over, stealing a slow kiss from Jay before turning back to you, brushing his knuckles against your flushed cheek.

"Tired?" Jay murmured, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. You managed a small hum in response, body sinking into the mattress, completely drained.

Normally, the three of you could go for hours, pushing past exhaustion until you were nothing but a boneless, overstimulated mess. But this time, it felt different. Deeper. More intense.

A warm hand smoothed down your spine. You didn't know whose it was—Jay or Jake—but it didn't matter. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and within seconds, you slipped into unconsciousness.

Jake drifted off almost instantly, his breath evening out as he buried his face against your shoulder, one arm draped lazily over your waist. His soft snores filled the quiet room, his grip on you instinctive even in sleep.

Jay propped up on one elbow, let out a quiet exhale, glancing between the two of you. For a moment longer, he just watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way Jake's fingers twitched in his sleep, and the peaceful expression on your face. Then, with a sigh, he reached over, pulling the blanket over the both of you before turning onto his back.

You woke up suddenly, an odd sense of emptiness settling in your chest, and you don't even know why. The bed felt lighter, and the steady warmth that should have been there was missing.

Jake's loud, unbothered snores vibrated against your neck, his arm still draped lazily around your waist. You groaned softly, shifting carefully to pry yourself from his grip. He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, but didn't wake as you finally slipped free.

Sitting up, you glanced around the dark room. Jay wasn't there.

Frowning, you grabbed one of Jake's oversized shirts from the floor and pulled it over your head, the hem falling mid-thigh. The air was cooler outside the warmth of the blankets as you quietly padded out of the room.

Descending the stairs, you caught the faint flicker of light coming from the living room. The low hum of a guitar solo played softly in the background, the screen illuminating Jay's face as he lounged on the couch, a half-empty beer bottle resting against his thigh.

"Why aren't you in bed?" you murmured, your voice thick with sleep. God, you sounded so clingy. But you couldn't help it. The bed felt too empty without him.

Jay's gaze flickered to you as he took another slow sip of his beer before replying, "Trying to make myself sleep."

You hummed in response, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled closer, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. Without hesitation, you sank onto the couch beside him, tucking your legs beneath you.

"What can I do to help?" you asked softly, eyes still heavy.

"Just gonna finish this," Jay replied, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him. You let out a quiet yawn, your foot tapping idly against the floor as you waited.

"Go back upstairs," Jay murmured, still not looking at you. "I'll be up soon."

You shook your head, stubborn even in your drowsiness. Instead of leaving, you shifted closer, leaning against him, resting your head against his shoulder. He stiffened slightly, his whole body going still as he felt your breath warm against his neck.

"Why are you so awkward?" you mumbled, "we have sex, like, all the time, and there's still this... barrier."

Jay didn't answer. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out—words you would never dare say if you were fully awake.

"Do you hate me?"

You weren't even sure why you said it. Maybe it was the way he always seemed just a little more distant than Jake. Maybe it was the fact that, even after all this time, you still couldn't quite read him the way you wanted to.

Jay finally let out a slow breath, placing his beer down on the table. Then, he turned his head slightly, just enough for his lips to brush against the top of your head.

"You're an idiot," he muttered. But his hand found yours, fingers lacing together with yours, squeezing softly. "How could I ever hate you?"

"Dunno," you mumbled, melting into the his touch. His arm wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you just a little closer. Even through your drowsiness, you felt that familiar tingling sensation spreading through your chest.

Jay exhaled, tilting his head back against the couch. "I'm just... feeling guilty."

Your brows furrowed slightly, your cheek still pressed against his shoulder. "About what?"

He hesitated, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I feel like I never really got the chance to properly apologize," he admitted. "For how I treated you in the beginning... and for your throat."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "My throat is fine," you murmured, nuzzling even closer.

Jay scoffed softly, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. "Still... sorry," he muttered.

You hummed in response, barely awake now, the warmth of his body lulling you further into relaxation. A comfortable silence settled between you before you mumbled, "Am not gonna take Jake away from you, y'know."

Jay stiffened slightly. "You're still thinking I'm jealous of you?"

You smiled, shifting against him. "Maybe? Either way, I like you both around me."

His grip on your hand loosened, and when you peeked up at him, his expression were hesitant, like he wasn't sure how to respond. But then, his lips quirked up, and he patted your head. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," you mumbled sleepily. "And I like it when you're rough... Be like that always, please."

Jay exhaled sharply, eyes darkening just a fraction. You let out a louder yawn, completely unaware of how your words were affecting him. "And I miss having your cock in my mouth."

Jay groaned, tilting his head back against the couch. "You really have no filter when you're sleepy, do you?"

You giggled against his chest. "Nope."

He let out a slow, deep breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Go to sleep before you say something that makes me do something stupid."

"Wouldn't mind that either..." You hummed again, but instead of settling down, you shifted, pressing your face into his lap, your lips grazing over the outline of his hardening cock.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath. "You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Mm-mm," you hummed playfully, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

His cock was already half-hard, twitching slightly as you pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip over the fabric.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on your hair tightening, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail just slightly as he felt your warm mouth envelop the head of his cock. "Careful," he warned.

You hummed, the vibration making him groan low in his throat. Despite your sleepiness, your tongue flicked over his tip, lapping at the precum that had gathered there before slowly taking more of him into your mouth.

"Shit," he exhaled, his free hand gripping the couch cushion beside him. You were still half-asleep, barely aware of how needy and pliant you were being, and that made it so much worse for him.

Jay tugged at your hair gently, forcing you to look up at him. Your half-lidded eyes were glassy with sleep, your lips already glistening with spit. He cursed under his breath, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

"You're really something else, you know that?" he muttered. You only blinked up at him, Jay let out a slow breath, he guided your mouth back down, pushing his hips forward just enough for you to take him deeper.

"Since you miss it so much," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips, "I'll make sure you don't forget how full your mouth can get."

He moved your head with his hand, setting the pace for you. His hips rocked forward in slow, shallow thrusts, careful not to push too deep. But you whined softly, taking control, swallowing more of him down.

Jay cursed, his abs tensing as he tried to hold back. The blowjob was sloppy—messy, lazy. You weren't focused, lost somewhere between sleep and need, your hands barely gripping his thighs for support. So he did it for you, controlling the movement, his fingers guiding your head as his cock disappeared between your lips over and over again.

His breathing grew heavier, his stomach clenching. "I'll be finishing soon," he whispered.

"Jay?"

Jay's head snapped up.

Jake stood at the staircase, wearing only his pajama bottoms, his hair messy from sleep, rubbing at his eyes as he yawned. His expression was still half-asleep, but he was clearly taking in the sight of you between Jay's legs.

Jay exhaled through his nose. "God, both of you are so needy."

Jake dropped onto the couch beside him, slumping slightly. He looked down at you, his fingers brushing through the strands of your hair that is falling. On a normal night, Jake would be on your back, pressing into you, fucking you together. But tonight was different. You were all just barely holding onto consciousness.

Jay turned his head as Jake leaned in, lips brushing over the curve of his jaw, then trailing down his neck. Jay's hand slid over Jake's waist, pulling him in as their mouths met in an unhurried kiss.

Jake hummed against him, fingers tracing lazy circles over Jay's chest, flicking over his nipple. Jay let out a breathy chuckle. "You're barely awake."

Jake smiled sleepily, nuzzling against Jay's neck. "And yet I still found you guys." He glanced down at you. "C'mon, babe, let him finish so we can all go back to bed."

You hummed softly in response, your mouth still wrapped around Jay, tongue swirling lazily over his length.

Your pace was slow, but it didn't matter, Jay was already on edge, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth fully. He could feel Jake beside him, the way his fingers flicker his nipples.

Jake's other hand moved lower, brushing over your shoulder before slipping beneath Jay's shirt, his palm pressing flat against his stomach.

Jay's breath hitched. "Shit," he muttered. He could barely focus anymore, the wet heat of your mouth, and the teasing touch of Jake's hands. It was too much all at once.

Jay pushed your head down further, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he came, his body tensing beneath Jake's touch. He held you there for a moment, his breath coming out in harsh, uneven pants before finally releasing his grip, letting you pull back.

You swallowed, licking your lips sleepily as you looked up at him.

"Good?" you murmured. "Can we sleep now?"

Jay let out a breathless chuckle, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm. His hand found your hair, stroking it in slowly.

"Yeah," he muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Come on, let's go."

Jake yawned beside you, stretching his arms over his head before reaching for you, guiding you up onto your shaky legs. The three of you stumbled up the stairs, still half-asleep, and Jay's hands instinctively settled on your lower backs, guiding you forward.

Once you reached the bed, you collapsed onto the mattress without a second thought. Jay lay on his back, his chest beneath your cheek, while Jake curled up behind you, one arm lazily draped over your waist.

As your eyelids fluttered shut, one last thought flickered through your hazy mind.

This felt nice. Too nice.

And God forbid, you were starting to need it.

If your 18-year-old self could see you now, she'd probably laugh in your face. She'd roll her eyes, scoff, and tell you to get a grip, that liking two guys at the same time wasn't a big deal, that you were being dramatic. Maybe she'd even tell you to kill yourself for overthinking it. Because back then, emotions were easy to dismiss. Love wasn't something you spent time analyzing; it was either there, or it wasn't.

Now you were 22, caught in something you didn't even have a name for. A situationship? Friends with benefits? Whatever it was, it consumed you.

The longer you were with them, the more you realized how easily you had settled into this dynamic. You had become comfortable—too comfortable. The way you sought them out, the way you melted under their touches, the way you craved them when they weren't around. It wasn't just physical neediness anymore. You liked them. Both of them. Romantically.

But you told yourself to just go with the flow.

People fell in love with their friends all the time, didn't they? And most of them survived it.

Besides, you were lucky. The two people you liked not only wanted you around, but they treated you well. They welcomed you into their arms without hesitation. And on top of that, the three of you had the best sex imaginable. It felt like an advantage.

And it was enough.

"What shade do I get?" You asked, your arms wrapped around Jake's as you stood in front of the display of matte lipsticks. Your fingers skimmed over the rows of colors, indecisive.

Jake tilted his head, studying them before picking one up and swiping it across his wrist.

"Are you sure you want this brand?" he asked, rubbing the spot with his thumb. "It feels kinda sticky."

"Because it's a super stay," you explained. "I tried it once when I was sucking you off, and it didn't even smudge."

Jake's eyes lit up instantly, his mouth parting slightly before he turned back to the display.

"Really?" He grabbed a few more shades without hesitation, tossing them into your basket. "I think you should get all of these."

You laughed, watching as Jake eagerly tossed more lipsticks into your basket. "You just want an excuse to see me test them out, don't you?"

Jake smirked, unbothered by how obvious he was. "Of course. I wanna know which one looks the best when you're on your knees."

Heat crawled up your neck, and you playfully smacked his arm. "Pervert."

"And yet you love it," he teased, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

Before you could retort, another voice joined in. "What are you two up to now?"

You turned to see Jay approaching, a cup of iced coffee in hand. He arched a brow at the sight of the basket full of lipsticks before looking at you expectantly.

"She's getting new lipstick," Jake answered for you, grinning. "Ones that don't smudge, even when she's—"

You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence. "Shut up!" you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard.

Jay's eyes flickered with amusement, sipping his coffee slowly. "I see. So, should I assume you're going to be testing them out on us later?"

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. "I hate both of you."

It was enough, really.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the elevator mirror, taking in the reflection of the three of you. Jay stood in the middle, arms weighed down with shopping bags that you and Jake had gleefully filled. Jake leaned against the mirrored wall with a lazy grin, one hand in his pocket, the other draped over your shoulder.

It felt really nice, having them both around.

"D-Don't ruin my hair, please!" you moaned. "I need to attend some birthday party—ahh!"

Your dress was bunched up around your waist, panties tugged to the side, leaving you open and exposed as Jay thrust into you from behind.

"You should've thought about that before teasing me all day," Jay growled.

"I knew getting ready here was a bad idea," you whimpered, fingers scrambling against the bathroom sink for support. Your reflection in the mirror was a mess, flushed skin, glazed eyes, lips parted as moans spilled out despite your best efforts to stay quiet. And to make things worse, Jake was right there, watching.

His shorts were already pulled down just enough, one hand lazily stroking himself as he leaned against the counter. He looked amused, completely unbothered by the fact that Jay was fucking you senseless only a few feet away.

Jay caught his gaze and smirked. "Jake. Shut her up."

Jake moved immediately, stepping in front of you, palming your jaw before tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"You're gonna ruin my makeu—mmph!"

Your protest was cut short as Jake pressed his cock past your lips, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him. He didn't waste time, thrusting shallowly, forcing you to take him deeper.

"Don't talk when your mouth is full." Jake chuckled, brushing stray strands of hair from your face.

Jay adjusted his grip on your hips, making sure you were positioned just right between them before snapping his hips forward, hitting deeper. You moaned helplessly around Jake's cock, eyes rolling back.

In the end, you were late to the party.

"What the fuck? The call time was 7:00, and it's already 8:30!" Sunoo huffed, his sharp eyes narrowing as he grabbed your face, tilting it side to side. "And your mascara is a disaster. Were you crying or just getting absolutely wrecked?"

You blinked at him innocently while he pulled out a makeup wipe, trying to salvage the mess.

"Traffic," you exhaled, barely suppressing a smirk.

Sunoo rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck that way. "Yeah, traffic on Jay's and Jake's dicks, maybe."

You ignore him, instead you spotted Sunghoon in the crowd and immediately beelined toward him, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Happy birthday!" you chirped, grinning.

With finals finally over, the weight of the semester lifted from your shoulders. You and Sunoo jumped up and down in pure excitement, squealing like kids on Christmas morning as you rattled off ideas for how to spend your break.

"I have enough savings to travel abroad! You said you wanted to go to Spain, right?" you gushed, practically bouncing on your feet.

Sunoo gasped dramatically, gripping your shoulders. "Are we actually doing this?! Oh my God, imagine us drinking sangria in Barcelona, living our best lives!"

The two of you shrieked in unison, drawing a few odd glances from passing students, but neither of you cared. The rush of post-finals freedom was intoxicating.

"Maybe I should ask Jay and Jake if they want to come," you mused, pulling out your phone.

Sunoo's jaw dropped. "What?! I mean, Jake is fun to be around, but I don't want to hear any of your sex noises while we're sightseeing!"

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder. "We wouldn't do that with you around! I have self-respect, you know!"

Sunoo gave you a deadpan stare. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he pulled out his phone. "Anyway, where are they? Their exams finished before ours, and I literally texted in the group chat that we're getting samgyup."

He started typing furiously, muttering under his breath. Then, suddenly, he froze. "Oh?" Sunoo blinked at his screen. "Wait. It's their anniversary today?"

Your brows furrowed. "What?" You peeked over his shoulder at his phone.

There, on his feed, was a post from a user named Ni-ki, someone Sunoo was mutuals with. The caption read: Happy four years to my parents <3

Your stomach twisted. A cold sensation washed over you, like someone had dumped ice water over your head.

Four years. Four years of them. Of course, before you, before any of this—there was just the two of them. It was so obvious, wasn't it? Relationships were meant for two people.

You swallowed down the sudden lump in your throat and forced a smile, pretending like it didn't bother you. "Let's just go eat samgyup, just the two of us," you told Sunoo, keeping your tone light. "They're probably celebrating."

Sunoo studied your face, eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn't press. He simply nodded. "Sure."

The rest of the evening, you tried. You tried to be present while grilling meat, while sipping soju, while joking with Sunoo. You tried to enjoy the post-exam freedom, to let yourself have fun while shopping.

But every few minutes, your fingers would twitch toward your phone. You'd glance at the screen, waiting for a message. A text. Something.

Nothing. Your chest ached, you exhaled sharply, shoving your phone into your pocket as you turned back to the skincare aisle in front of you. Focus.

It was normal. They were a couple. They needed their own time, their own space. You were just a third person. A fun little addition. Someone to spice things up in bed.

It was enough. Wasn't it?

The air was crisp when you arrived at Jay's apartment, adjusting your jacket as you stood outside the door. When it finally swung open, Jake was there, a warm grin on his face.

"Hey, baby. Cold out?" he teased, pulling you inside before you could answer. His arms wrapped around you immediately. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of whatever Jay was cooking in the kitchen.

"What's your plan for Christmas?" he asked, voice light as he led you inside.

You shrugged, barely thinking about it. "Not sure yet."

Jay glanced up from the kitchen, raising a brow. "No family trip this year?"

"Probably not. I might just...stay around here."

Jake's grin widened. "Good. Then you can spend it with us."

You let them pull you in. You cooked together, the three of you moving seamlessly in the kitchen. Jake stole bites of the food while Jay smacked his hand away, muttering curses under his breath. You laughed, pressing into both of them, soaking in the easy comfort of their presence.

Later, a movie played in the background while the three of you curled up together on the couch. Jake was the first to initiate the making out, his lips finding yours, his hands skimming your waist. Normally, you'd melt into him.

But tonight... Something felt off. You weren't in the mood. You excused yourself quickly, heading to the bathroom, pressing a hand against your abdomen as you shut the door behind you.

Breathe. A dull pain throbbed low in your stomach, the kind that made your body feel sluggish. Right, that explained it. You were on your period.

When you stepped back into the living room, both of them looked up.

"Everything okay?" Jake asked, brow furrowing slightly.

You nodded, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "I'm just...on my period."

Jay stood immediately, already reaching for his wallet. "Do you need pads? Tampons?"

You blinked. "Uh...yeah. Pads, please."

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and left. You stared at the door even after he was gone. Why does he have to be so fucking perfect?

There was no sex that night. Instead, the three of you played board games. Jay made you a hot chocolate, murmuring that it might help with the cramps. Jake pulled you into his lap during the game, rubbing your back absentmindedly.

It should've felt nice. And it did. But at dinner, as Jay and Jake stood in the kitchen, bickering over a recipe, laughter spilling between them, you watched them, your fingers tightening around the edge of the table.

You smiled, ignoring the dull ache in your chest.

Because they were perfect together.

Because they had always been perfect together.

And yet, for some reason, you felt like you were ruining things between them. A third presence in something that had already been whole. You weren't meant to be here—not really.

Why did it hurt?

You scoffed at yourself, shaking your head. It's the period hormones, you reasoned. That's all. That's why your emotions were all over the place. That's why everything stung more than it should.

Just go with the flow.

You'd been telling yourself that for months. That it was enough. But then... why were you acting like this?

The three of you were outside now, the winter air biting at your cheeks as Jake built a snowman. His breath puffed out in small clouds as he packed snow together, his energy as endless as ever.

"We should enroll together for the next semester! Maybe we can be classmates!" Jake chirped, glancing up at you with a grin.

You let out a soft laugh, exhaling into the cold. "Yeah, maybe." But your voice lacked its usual excitement.

Jay stepped beside him, pulling Jake's scarf up higher, adjusting his gloves with careful hands. Jake giggled, shaking his head playfully to mess up Jay's hair in return.

Jay leaned in, kissing him softly. You looked away immediately, biting your lip. Scolded yourself for feeling that ache again.

It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't. But why did your chest feel so fucking tight?

You let out a slow breath, forcing a smile as Jake turned back to his snowman. The snow crunched beneath your boots as you shifted on your feet, rubbing your gloved hands together for warmth.

Just go with the flow.

You're overthinking again. But even as you tried to swallow down the tightness in your chest, it remained lingering.

"Hey."

You blinked, snapping back to reality when Jay called for you. He had stepped away from Jake, his dark eyes searching yours.

"Yeah?" You hoped your voice sounded normal.

Jay studied you for a second longer before shaking his head slightly. "You okay?"

"Of course," you answered too quickly, but he didn't look convinced.

Your stomach twisted, and for a brief second, you wondered if you should just say it. Say what had been weighing on you. But what would even be the point? They are happy.

"You just look... off."

You laughed, waving him off. "I have cramps. That's all." That part wasn't a lie.

"Want me to buy you something for it?"

Your heart clenched, even though it was a simple, kind offer. You shook your head. "No, I'll be fine."

Jay's stare lingered for a second longer, like he didn't fully believe you, but he didn't push. Instead, he reached out, ruffling your hair before walking back toward Jake, who was still messing with the snowman's face.

The two of them laughed over something, their voices mixing into the winter air. You crossed your arms over your chest, forcing your gaze to the sky. You shouldn't feel like this.

You shouldn't feel like the outsider.

The more you lingered in these feelings, the more salty you became. The bitterness wasn't so easy to swallow anymore.

It crept into the way you spoke, the way you moved around them, the way your smile felt just a little too forced when Jake clung to Jay like he was his whole world.

And maybe he was. Maybe they were each other's whole world, and you were just a guest in it.

By day three of Christmas break, they asked you to hang out again. And honestly, why?

Your period meant no sex, no fun. So why did they still want you here?

That was what annoyed you the most. Because now, without sex to distract you, you were seeing them for what they really were. A couple. The way they moved around each other, the way their bodies fit so effortlessly together it wasn't just about lust. It was real. And it was in front of your own fucking eyes.

Jake, as always, was in Jay's lap.

The movie played, but you weren't really paying attention. Instead, all you could focus on was Jake's soft giggles, the absentminded way Jay's fingers skimmed over his arm.

They were whispering, laughing, caught up in their own world.

"I can't hear the movie." Your voice was tight, teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached.

They both stilled, turning to you with wide eyes.

"Sorry," Jake mumbled, shrinking back slightly. A moment later, he moved toward you, arms reaching to pull you into their space, like he always did, but you leaned away.

The rejection was small, but it might as well have been a gunshot. Jake's hands hesitated mid-air before he let them drop.

"Forget it," you sighed, standing up. "I'm going to bed."

"You're sleeping over?" Jake asked, confused.

"Is that a problem?" Your voice came out sharper than intended, and Jake immediately shut his mouth, exchanging a glance with Jay.

You didn't wait for a response. Instead, you made your way to Jay's room, shutting the door behind you a little harder than necessary.

"I think it's the period," Jake mumbled, gaze fixed on the staircase. "I've never been with a girl before, but the guys on the soccer team always complain about their girlfriends getting moody when they're on it."

Jay didn't answer. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, staring at the flickering images on the screen, lips pressed in a thin line, because he knew exactly what it was.

And if he was right, things were only going to get more complicated.

You pretended to be asleep when you felt the bed shift.

Jake's arms carefully adjusted around you, pulling you closer as he sighed against your hair. On the other side, Jay moved in, his arm draping over your waist, fitting seamlessly between you and Jake.

You stayed still, breathing evenly, willing your body to relax even though your mind was wide awake.

But you couldn't sleep, the weight of their arms was suffocating.

By the time their breathing evened out, soft snores filling the space, you slowly peeled yourself away. Jake stirred slightly, but didn't wake. Neither did Jay. Quietly, you reached for your bag, slipping into your winter coat and boots.

And then, without looking back, you walked out.

The cold bit at your skin the second you stepped outside. The streets were nearly empty, save for the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. The only place open at this hour was a small K-Mart, its neon sign buzzing weakly against the night sky.

You stepped inside, the warm air hitting your face as you walked straight to the ramen aisle. Jin ramen, tteokbokki, enoki rolls—your hands moved on autopilot, gathering ingredients.

But when you stopped, staring blankly at the boiling water in the store's self-service kitchen, you felt it again.

That unbearable weight in your chest. Your lips quivered. Not from the cold, but from the pressure threatening to spill over. Why did it have to be like this?

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing hard. The sound of the store's entrance sliding open barely registered in your mind. Footsteps shuffled against the linoleum floor, followed by the sound of complaining.

"Why did the only open K-Mart have to be this far? God, I'm freezing—grr. Fuck your ramen addiction, really."

A familiar voice. Your head snapped up, meeting her gaze.

Heeseung's girlfriend blinked at you, a polite smile forming on her lips until she actually saw your face.

And then, before you could stop it—before you could pretend—your tears fell.

Her face immediately softened, she just pulled you into her arms, tucking your head against her chest. Her hands rubbed slow, comforting circles against your back, her body shielding you from the curious eyes of the late-night shoppers.

"Shit, you're really crying," she muttered, not unkindly.

You let out a shaky breath, gripping the fabric of her coat. Heeseung appeared beside the two of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight. He exchanged a glance with his girlfriend, but to his credit, he didn't say anything.

Instead, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a pack of tissues, and wordlessly held it out to you.

The three of you sat in silence, eating your ramen. Heeseung and his girlfriend didn't ask why you had been crying, didn't pry or push for an explanation. Instead, Heeseung kept the conversation light, cracking goofy jokes that forced small chuckles out of you, helping ease the tightness in your chest.

After finishing your meal, they drove you back to your dorm. As you stepped out of the car, Heeseung waved lazily, and his girlfriend leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, smirking as she teased, "If you ever need a distraction, I'd be happy to be between your legs any day."

You managed a laugh, shaking your head as you muttered, "I'll keep that in mind."

But as soon as you closed the door behind you, the ache in your chest returned.

Avoidance was the only thing you could do now.

Sunoo sat cross-legged on your bed, finalizing the ticket purchase for Spain. You had only brought up the idea of a trip yesterday, and now he had a flight booked for tomorrow morning, jokingly humming some song about being a backburner.

Of course, you felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, sitting beside him. "I know I've been all over the place."

Sunoo barely looked up from his phone. "Yeah, yeah, you always apologize," he sighed dramatically. Then, he shot you a pointed look. "But this time, you better focus on me, okay?"

Your phone buzzed on the bed beside you. A string of messages from Jay and Jake.

— Where did you go last night? — Why didn't you wake us up? — Are you okay? — Talk to us.

You hesitated before typing a short reply: Sorry for being weird. I was just in a bad mood. I'll be gone for a while, going on a trip with Sunoo.

You didn't wait for their response before silencing your notifications.

Spain was beautiful. Sunoo dragged you through every tourist spot, every café, every club he could find. You drank, laughed, danced until your feet hurt, flirted with strangers just to feel something different. But no matter how much fun you had, no matter how many distractions Sunoo shoved in front of you, the ache never really went away.

Sometimes, in the middle of a conversation, you would catch yourself zoning out, your mind slipping back to them. Wondering if they missed you.

By the time you returned home, enrollment for the second semester had already begun. Sunoo still had no clue about your tangled-up feelings, and you had done your best to keep it that way. Meanwhile, Jay and Jake had stopped flooding your messages, the once-active group chat now reduced to occasional TikTok links exchanged between Sunoo and Jake.

"We should try to get into the same classes again," Sunoo chirped, pulling you out of your thoughts as you both walked toward campus. "I swear to God, if you abandon me for someone else again, I'm—"

He cut himself off when you suddenly stopped in your tracks.

Because just a few feet away, by the enrollment booths, stood Jay and Jake.

Jake's eyes lit up the moment he saw you, his signature wide grin stretching across his face. Before you could react, he was already pulling you into a tight hug, his familiar scent of clean laundry and something subtly musky wrapped around you.

"You're back!" he chirped excitedly, rocking you slightly in his embrace.

You stiffened. Your hands hovered awkwardly over his back, unsure whether to push him away or let yourself melt into the comfort of his touch.

Sunoo, however, had no such hesitation. With an exaggerated huff, he reached forward and pinched Jake's waist.

"Hey! You're trying to steal my girl again!" Sunoo scolded.

Jake only laughed, sticking his tongue out playfully as he tightened his hold on you. "Not stealing, just borrowing." He turned his head, his lips brushing close to your ear. "You ignored us for so long. You didn't even bring us back a souvenir."

"Sorry," you mumbled, forcing a small smile. "It was... a last-minute trip."

Jake pulled back slightly, still holding onto your wrists, his eyes scanning your face. Jay, on the other hand, remained silent. Unlike Jake, he didn't rush forward to greet you. He stood a step behind, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He was observing you.

Trying to break the tension, you shifted your attention back to Jake, forcing yourself to engage in conversation. "So, uh... how was break for you guys?"

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but Jay beat him to it.

"You tell us," Jay said. "You're the one who disappeared."

"I—I just needed some space," you said quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Things were just... a lot."

"A lot," Jay repeated slowly, tilting his head. His gaze flickered over you, assessing, before settling back on your face. "And now?"

"Now?" you echoed, caught off guard.

"Are you still needing space?"

There was an underlying challenge in his words. Like he was daring you to say yes. You hesitated, you should say yes. That would be the smart thing to do. The right thing. You had spent the entire trip convincing yourself that distance was what you needed.

But standing here, with Jake still holding onto you and Jay pinning you down with his gaze, you realized, you didn't actually want space. You just wanted them, but you couldn't say that.

So instead, you forced a weak chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean... I'm here now, aren't I?"

Jake beamed, satisfied with your answer. "That means we're celebrating! Let's go out tonight."

Sunoo let out an exaggerated shriek, eyes widening in disbelief. "Excuse me?!" He placed a hand over his chest, looking personally offended by the sudden plan.

Jake only laughed, completely unfazed. "Of course you’re coming!" He slung an arm around Sunoo’s shoulders, giving him a playful shake.

Sunoo scoffed dramatically, swatting at his arm. "You act like I want to go. But fine, whatever." He shot you a sideways glance, eyes sharp, knowing. "If she wants to go, we’ll go."

And so, you went. The four of you ended up at a new restaurant, one that Jake had been eager to try. But the moment you sat down, regret settled in your bones.

You tried to act normal, laughing when Jake cracked a joke, nodding along when Jay spoke, but you couldn’t hold it together. Your fingers fidgeted endlessly with the edge of your sleeve, your mind drifting too far. You weren’t present. Not really.

Sunoo noticed halfway through dinner, he leaned in slightly. "Maybe we should go."

You didn’t hesitate. "Yeah. Let’s go."

And now, you were crying again.

In the car. On the drive home. Wherever. It didn’t even matter anymore. Sunoo sighed, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you in a careful hold. "Hey, hey, it’s okay," he murmured, his palm rubbing slow circles against your back, trying to soothe you. But there was an edge of panic in his voice because he didn’t know. He didn’t know why you were crying.

And you couldn’t tell him, because admitting it would make it real.

You could only remember what he had told you before. "Don’t lose yourself."

But you had, you had lost yourself the moment you started falling for them.

It was sad. And stupid. And kind of funny in a cruel way. Funny how easily you fell. Funny how, in the beginning, you kept telling yourself that this was enough. But it wasn’t.

And now, you regretted everything, because it only made your feelings stronger.

You thought you could handle it. You thought you could play it cool, stay casual. But you couldn’t. You didn’t. You were pathetic—because you let yourself believe you could be this comfortable, that you could exist between them without falling apart.

But you weren’t comfortable. You weren’t okay.

The only space they made for you was in their bed, not in their love.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enha smut #jay x reader #jake x reader #jay smut #jake smut #enhypen x reader #jay x jake

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narcissistshandler · 1 month ago

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May u do anything with Owen Knight pls??? 🥹 I've practically read every existing fic of his that exists already

𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥...?

pairing. owen knight x reader

warning. anal sex, talking during sex, bottom!owen, top!amab!reader, hummingbird crew!reader, established relationship, rivals and lovers

a/n. Yeahhh I love Owen

"Darling," he tries, batting his long blond lashes over his flushed cheeks, a smile curving his lips as if he's perfectly in control. But he's not. Not with you. Your arch-nemesis in the beginning, when he thought it was a waste of time for Shelly to lower herself to being in Hummingbird with you and your friends. Then a simple rival, leaving the irritation only to Jay and focusing his competitive attention on you.

At some point, the arguments became something more than that. You two were lovers, or something like that. Now most races ended with him over you, against you, under you, or in this case, on all fours for you.

"Yes?" You gasp, hips aligned with his round ass, already turning pink from the impact. Darling, babe, lover, he would call you in the privacy of bedroom. Bastard, would mostly take place when he was angry with you, with your crew, with most things.

You don't stop moving as you talk, despite slowing down the pace, the rough fucking making the headboard of the bed creak against the thin wall of your apartment, slowing to a gentle sway, not coming out of him, just undulating your hips. Allowing Owen to catch his breath so he could speak.

Your breathing was equally rapid, the room muffled, the wet sound of his pink hole being filled by your cock filling the room; an erotic slap, slap, slap which alone made you throb in the tightness of Owen's insides.

He grits his perfectly white, straight teeth as your cock hits an especially good spot inside him. "Ngh- right there, again," he loses his train of thought for a minute, but you comply, trying to hit his prostate again. Everything for Owen, even if he was an idiot sometimes. "That, yeah, so good, so fucking good, babe."

Gods, Owen was a talker in bed. You were always proud when you could get him to shut up. It was hot, sure, but turning him into a mumbling mess was even hotter.

"Did you want to say something?" You try to get him back on track, curious about what he was going to say. He blinks at you, moisture glistening in his beautiful blue eyes, sweat beading down the curved line of his back, his deliciously taut thighs keeping his ass high in the air.

"Uh? Ah, yes. When I get back to England... Mmh ahh you should come with me," Owen says through moans, the sounds are beautiful and soft, unmistakably masculine despite how melodious it sounds. "[name], oooh I n-need it deeper, nnh, come on, no! Not slowly! Give it to me, hard..."

Fired up by Owen's sounds you slowly increase your pace, one hand leaving his hips to grab his blond locks, pulling his head back. He goes without a fight, grunting with pain, the change requiring his spine to curve more deeply, allowing your cock to slide all the way in in one thrust.

Owen gasps, hands gripping the sheets, cheeks flushed. "What?" You finally say, half shocked and uncertain. This wasn't a conversation you expected to have in the middle of sex.

"Join the Light Cavalry, c-come with me, I can't leave you... ngh your cock- harder, I love your cock, I can't be without you," your boyfriend is mumbling, still very rational in his words despite seeming cockdrunk. His own member dangles between his legs, thick and pale like the rest of him, so beautiful and dripping for you.

Was Owen seriously asking you to leave your crew and go with him just because he liked getting fucked so much? Makes you want to laugh. You pound into him harder, the bed rattles and the neighbors bang on the wall, but you ignore it in favor of fucking Owen's tight hole.

"You really are something else, Owen," you grumble, tugging at his hair, nails digging into his lean hips, making sure all he could feel and notice was you. You wanted everyone to know what a slut he was to you, it was a shame you didn't share. "Let's talk about this later, when you can decide whether you're going to miss me or my cock."

The blond groans, rocking back against you, walls clenching and releasing around you. He continues talking, answers your question, but you don't understand under the pornographic sound he makes when you pull back, leaving only the thick tip of your cock inside before filling him again. Sinking back inside. Hard enough to knock the air from his lungs.

The neighbors bang on the wall louder, you could almost hear them cursing if it weren't for Owen having your full attention. You or your dick, he replies, maybe both. You don't know, so you just continue to abuse his tight hole until Owen's mind short-circuits and words other than 'more' and 'please' fail him.

Well, it had definitely been worth all the arguments and insults when you first met.

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emeraldlusts · 3 months ago

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Hat-trick - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

The final whistle blew and you closed your eyes tightly, not moving for an entire minute. It had been a very frustrating game to watch, and you couldn’t help but feel very disappointed for Kylian. You knew how much he wanted that specific one to end in a win ; it was his first match back as captain of the french national team, and despite all their best efforts, the team hadn’t managed to score. Croatia had won. So there you were, in Split, Croatia’s capital, solo in your hotel room as you waited for your boyfriend to come back disappointed from his match.

You stayed on the sofa in the middle of the hotel room suite for a while, your legs tucked under you as you stared into space. Your heart was aching for Kylian, only imagining how he could feel in this moment. You never quite knew how to comfort him in those moments, not with words anyways.

Those situations had been very difficult in the beginning of your relationship ; you had tried to cheer him up, tried to make him talk about it, tried to reassure him… It had only made him more frustrated. Now you knew the only thing you could do to help was just be there, physically ; let him hold you, hug you…

You had learned that when he felt like things had slipped through his fingers during a game, he needed to reclaim some control somehow ; which often involved him taking complete charge in the bedroom for the night. Of course, you were always happy to help.

You took a quick shower, trying to relax under the hot water, before slipping on your pjs - a simple pair of shorts and a tank top. You knew it wouldn’t matter much.

You heard the faint bip of the hotel room card opening the door a second before he walked in, his bag in hand, his brows slightly furrowed. His eyes met yours just as he let his bag hit the carpeted floor, and you couldn’t help but immediately rush to him to pull him into a hug. He instantly reciprocated, wrapping both his arms around you and pulling you tighter against him.

“Hi, baby,” you murmured as you felt him place his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, filling his lungs up with the familiar smell of your skin before closing his eyes.

“Hey,” he responded.

You both stood there for a while, your bodies warming up to each other as Kylian tried to calm his racing mind with long inhales and exhales against your skin. No words were said. Then you felt his hands travel to your ass, cupping both cheeks in his palms before giving them a vigorous squeeze, pushing his pelvis into yours as he did so.

“I need you,” he mumbled before grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I’m right here,” you murmured, as you reached a hand to pull his head up and look into his eyes. You slowly leaned in, your lips brushing his at first before pressing down in a slow, loving kiss. He immediately reciprocated, tension emanating from his touch as he placed one hand at the back of your head and traced his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for access.

The kiss soon turned into something much more intense. His hands were everywhere, both exploring your body and holding you in place. Kylian radiated warmth but he still seemed tense, his body rigid as he pressed against you, making you walk backward until your calf hit the end of the bed.

“Is it okay if I’m not gentle ?” he asked as he pulled away to be able to look into your eyes for an honest answer.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, capitaine”, you smirked and his eyes instantly darkened from that nickname.

“Oh yeah ? Did it turn you on, the armband ?” he asked as he traced his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have no idea,” you confirmed as you took it into your mouth and started sucking on it, your eyes locked on his.

Kylian’s lips parted as he finally let some of his restraints go and let his mind refocus on one thing only : the things he wanted to do to you.

He slowly extracted his thumb from your mouth, watching the way your lips formed a perfect ‘o’ around it before pulling it out completely. He trailed the wet pad down your chin then neck, before letting it graze over your erect nipple, visible through the thin material of your tank top. You let out a sigh at the sensation and Kylian watched you closely as he started toying with the bud, circling it then gently pinching it.

“What do you need me to do ?” you breathed out, your eyes now clouded with desire.

He looked at you for a second before slowly shaking his head ‘no’. He gently pushed you onto the bed, making you lay on your back as he hovered over you.

“Just undress for me, I’ll handle the rest,” he instructed and you bit your lips as he stood back up at the end of the bed then pulled his own shirt over his head. You replicated his moves, first getting rid of your tank top, then your shorts, and discarding them into the room. Kylian was intently watching you and he lifted an eyebrow as you stopped there, lying in your panties on your hotel room bed.

“Naked,” he clarified, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit shy under his gaze. Whatever he had in mind, he was dead serious about it. You tried to be as sexy as you could as you slowly shimmed the cotton material down your legs, then let it fall to the floor. A glimmer of light passed through Kylian’s eyes as he finally had exactly what he wanted in front of him. “Are you wet already, mon coeur ?” he hummed as he kneeled at the end of the bed.

“Yes,” you sighed as he curled his hands around both your knees, and parted your legs to reveal your glistening folds to his hungry eyes.

“I’ll take care of you, love,” he informed you as if you needed any reassurance about that. (He always did.) “Don’t you dare hold anything back,” he added as he looked at you from between your legs, then placed his lips on your inner thigh and started kissing his way up.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him place sloppy kisses all over your thighs, making you squirm under him, painfully aware of how close he was to your aching chore. He stopped for half a second before giving you a wink and then diving in. His sweet lips immediately wrapped around your swollen clit and started sucking, making you arch your back at the intensity.

“Fuck, Kylian,” you moaned as you brought one hand down to the back of his head. He smirked against you before sliding his tongue up and down your folds, teasing your entrance a few times before coming back up to circle your clit.

His arms were now wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding them spread out so he had comfortable access to your pussy. He plunged his tongue past your entrance, humming at the way your walls closed on him and you threw your head back in ecstasy. Your moans were filling the room and Kylian was getting off on them, it only spurred him on to suck and nip and circle faster, stronger… He was fully hard in his boxers, his hips pushed flush against the mattress as he stood kneeling at the end of the bed, fully focused on your pleasure.

“Kylian, I…” you managed to let out as he focused on your clit once more, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes, tell me,” he prompted as he took a second to lick his lips and collect some of your arousal on his tongue before diving back in.

“I’m so close, gosh, please,” you cried out, your legs trying to close around his head but his grip on you only tightened to keep you still.

“Yeah ? About to come for me ?” he teased, his lips flushed against your bundle of nerves.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck,”

He pulled his tongue out, pushed it flat against your clit, and then started shaking his head from left to right, again and again, at a fast pace. The sight of his head moving like that between your legs would have been enough to make you come ; but the sensations that came with it were out of this world. It felt like the wave of pleasure that was coming over you, climbing inside your body, was absolutely unstoppable. There was nothing you could do about it, your legs were pinned to the bed and so you arched your back to an almost painful position as your toes curled and the knot in the pit of your stomach snapped.

“Kylian!” you cried out as you came hard, his mouth not slowing for a second as he let you ride your orgasm for as long as you could take it.

Your blurred vision was slowly starting to clear as you came down from your high. Kylian stood up then climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he hungrily kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“Damn, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him and felt him smirk into the kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he replied as he rolled onto his side just beside you. You looked at him, confused, expecting him to be ready for his own release now but the look he gave you told you he had something else in mind. He trailed one hand down your front, stopping to play with your breast for a minute before grazing his fingers down your stomach, past your navel, then straight to your sensitive pussy.

“Kylian,” you warned as you wrapped your own hand around his wrist in an attempt to stop him.

“I thought I told you I was in charge tonight,” he said, his voice lower now.

“Yeah, but-” you wanted to tell him that you were too sensitive for him to go back there just yet, but the way he was looking at you made you feel very shy all of a sudden.

“But ?” he repeated, his eyebrows shooting up and you shook your head as you felt your mouth go dry. “Alright, we’ll do it differently then. On your hands and knees,” he instructed and there was no room for discussion in the way he said it.

You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach before bringing your knees under your hips and lifting yourself up. He positioned himself behind you before gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and letting his palm fall harshly against your left cheek, then hit you with the same intensity on your right one. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as the sting traveled straight to your core. Kylian knew the effect this had on you and he tightened his grip on your hair as he pulled your head to the side and placed his lips next to your ear.

“How many of them will it take to make you obedient again ?” he hissed and you pushed your hips back, eager to feel his erection against your heated ass.

“F-five?” you offered and he chuckled as he pulled away to position himself once more.

“I was thinking ten on each side, actually,” he replied before proceeding to slap each ass cheek once more, making you cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure. He rubbed your skin in-between each strike, making sure to give you enough time to recover before delivering the next one.

He could see the effect it had on you from where he stood : he could see the fresh arousal pooling at your entrance ; how your pussy clenched with each slap ; he could see the way your legs shook and he could hear the little moans falling from your lips as you shamelessly asked for more.

Your ass had turned a delicious shade of red by the time he was finished and he admired you for a second, so submissive on your hands and knees, letting him let out his frustration from the evening on you, not seeming to ever get enough.

“Are you gonna let me play with you, now?” he asked as he trailed a finger down your spine, past your puckered hole, then between your slick folds. “Or do I need to give that pussy a few slaps as well to make sure I’ve got you exactly where I want?”

It was a rhetorical question, his middle finger already entering your from behind as he said it. But your whole body reacted to his words, your insides clenching for a second as you imagined how it would feel. And of course he could feel it.

“Hmmm, my dirty girl,” he teased as he started curling his finger to graze against your g-spot, making you gasp in pleasure. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he informed you as he added a second finger.

His other hand was still holding your head by the hair, forcing you to keep your composure somehow. As overwhelming as the sensations were, you couldn’t let your arms fail you in that position. All you could do was keep still and take it : his fingers stretching you open, the pads brushing against your sensitive spot with every stroke, making you see stars.

You weren’t even aware of the noises you were making anymore, but they were making it hard for Kylian to keep his focus. He had a clear goal in mind, but he couldn’t wait to be inside you, to feel you clench and pulse around his rigid member, to feel your wet walls engulf him whole.

He let his fingers slip out from your folds, and your eyes widened as you felt a third one join in, as he very slowly worked them in, making sure to give you enough time to adjust.

“Fuck, Kylian,” you moaned, your head still held up. “I’m- fuck- not sure I can tak-” but just as you tried to finish your sentence, your felt his fingers slip in. All three of them, up to his knuckles.

“Are you okay ?” he asked, stilling his movement.

“Yes, oh yes,” you almost cried, feeling deliciously full from the intrusion. “Please, don’t stop,” you begged and he didn’t need to be told twice. He started pumping them in and out, then curling them just right, exactly where he knew he could have you come in an instant.

“How does it feel ?” he asked as he watched your body react to the new sensation. Three fingers was a first and seeing them slide in and out of you was making his cock pulse in his briefs. You moaned, and whined and whimpered… You didn’t think you could form any coherent sentence but he wasn’t having it. “Tell me,” he pushed as he gripped your hair just a little tighter.

“Fuck, Kylian, so full- I feel so full,” you confessed as you moved your hips back and started fucking yourself on his fingers, “Feels so good,” you moaned, “I’m so close”.

Kylian smirked as he curled his digits right up, and then brushed his thumb against your clit. Your whole body stiffened and your jaw went slack as your second orgasm crushed you. You would have collapsed onto the bed if it wasn’ for Kylian’s hand still holding you by your hair, making sure you would take everything he wanted to give you. Your walls clamped around his fingers and you cried out his name, your breath uneven and shallow, your eyes shut tight.

He slowed his movement before gently letting go of your hair, while his fingers slipped out of you, your orgasm now running down your inner thighs as you fought to catch your breath.

He leaned in and started placing small, tender kisses all over your back.

“Are you okay, mon ange ?” he murmured against your ear as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

“Hmmm” was all you could reply as you let your arms give out and rested your head onto the bed under you. This caused your hips to jolt backwards and you felt Kylian’s erection against your backside. You bit your lips, as you looked up over your shoulder to watch his face, wondering if he had any further intention for you.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he asked in a smirk, answering your unspoken question as he pushed his rock hard cock against you.

“You’ll be the death of me,” you replied as you reached behind you to stroke him through his boxer.

He let himself enjoy the sensation for a minute, leaning against your hand as he placed both of his on your hips and threw his head back. He had been holding back for far too long and he just couldn’t wait to be insidel you anymore.

He got rid of his boxers and placed his tip at your soaking entrance. Your hands were now resting on either side of your head and you pushed your hips back against him as he trailed his tip up toward your clit, then back to your entrance.

He entered your slowly, savoring the feeling, stretching you out deeper than his three fingers ever could. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in, the head of his cock resting against your cervix as you gasped for air. He slowly pulled out and in one swift, quick movement, he entered you again.

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips pushing against the sensitive skin of your ass with each thrust ; his heavy balls slapping against your pussy in sinful noises.

“Damn, you feel so good, (Y/N),” he growled as he reached a hand around to find your clit. You jolted at the sensation. After what felt like hours of being played with, and two orgasms, everything seemed heightened ; every small touch had you whimpering and moaning ; your walls closing around him like a vice as he kept pushing in and out with the same force.

He watched himself disappear into your tight heat and he couldn’t help but admire his handiwork on your ass ; the way your skin had turned the prettiest red under his ministration. He couldn’t resist the urge to extend his thumb from where his hand rested on your hips, and graze his nail over the heated skin. You squirmed under him, the sensations were too much and you were certain you would pass out if he didn’t stop. Yet you didn’t want him to. The slight burn of his fingers on your oversensitive clit, the fullness of his thick length nestled deep into you, and now the delicious pain of his light scratches on your abused skin.

He had never seen you so lost in pleasure, so gone, and he couldn’t get enough of it. But he was approaching his own climax and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

“Gimme one more, baby,” he moaned and you wanted to protest that you couldn’t, that it was too much, but you knew it was no use. He knew your body better than you did, and you knew he wouldn’t take ‘no’ as an answer, not when he had decided to coax every once of pleasure out of you.

He doubled his efforts, rubbing tight circles on your clit as his thrusts became harder, more demanding.

“I’m so close, fuck,” he groaned, his grip tightening before he landed one last strong slap to your backside.

That was your undoing. You cried out and slammed your hips against him as you started shaking all over, your toes curling and your hands gripping the sheets tightly as the pleasure swallowed you whole.

Kylian smiled and he felt his balls tightened as he watched you struggle through your third orgasm, every single one of them his doing : his hat-trick of the night.

He came in a long, strangled moan, your name falling from his lips as he gave one last small thrust and emptied himself inside you, his whole body jerking forward. It rippled through him for what felt like an eternity, prolonging his pleasure as he fell on top of you.

He eventually pulled out, laying beside you as he wrapped his arms around your spent body.

Silence enveloped you both, the room only filled with the sound of your still ragged breathing.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your hair after a while. You lifted your head up from his chest to look at him with a smile.

“What for ? Shouldn't I be the one thanking you ?” you replied, referring to the three earth shattering orgasms he had just given you.

“Thank you because even on nights like this, when I don’t get the result I had wished for in a game, I know I can always come home to you and be reminded that I still win at life.” he replied as the biggest boyish grin made its way on his face.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe smut #kylian smut #kylian x reader #kylian one shot #mbappe #mbappe smut #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian #mbappé

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lynnaredfield3383 · 6 months ago

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Part One - Bored

Not my characters. Aged up 21. Swearing. Established relationship. Angst.

Katsuki's voice came through the line.

“I won't be home the next couple nights.”

“OK. Be safe.”

Katsuki was suddenly alert. Your voice was normal, but your response was nothing he'd heard before or ever imagined you saying. Did you know? How could you know? As fear crept in and took hold of him, he lost control.

“Look you know what hero work takes, and I wish I could be there with you…”

“Kats, it's fine. Really.”

You chuckle genuinely, refusing to comfort or dispel his uneasiness.

“I can change shifts…”

Bakugo's palms were sweaty now, and his hands were beginning to spark with nervousness.

“I took a shift tonight, so it'd be pointless. Now go get the bad guys.”

There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Shit. You mad?” Bakugo asked.

You laughed at this and it actually calmed him completely. He knew your genuine laughs, smiles, and tones. Knew them so well, but why until this very moment had he thought he was bored of those things, of you?

Mad had never crossed your mind. Hurt, disappointed, discouraged, and done. Sure. But you'd never been mad at him. Not for a second. Bakugo wasn't cheating on you, just flirting with some woman at his agency. Though you wish he'd tell you he was ready to move on, you weren't mad. Nor were you going to hold him back. You loved him too much for that.

“Never mad. Never.”

“O-okay. I'll see you tomorrow night then?”

“Not sure. Depends on the case tonight. You know how hero work is, Bakugo. Bye.”

Bakugo had been caught on the fact you used the same line he had regarding hero work, but then he swore loudly as he realized you'd used his last name.

“Fucking fuck! Shit!”

Bakugo called you back, but it went straight to voicemail. So he started running redialing every few seconds.

As soon as you'd said his last name you knew you'd fucked up. Which is why you already left the apt. You moved all your stuff from his place into your new place a week ago. As observant as he was, he hadn't noticed because he'd only been home once in the last 3 weeks. Just to shower and grab more stuff. As soon as you ended the call, you rushed to block him, knowing he would blow your phone up in moments. You'd left the letter a week ago when you cleaned the house top to bottom the way he liked it and hadn't been back since.

“You good?” Shinso, your current case partner asked.

“Yeah, let's go.”

Bakugo was on the floor of the kitchen hot tears flowing down his face as he held the letter tightly.

Bakugo, Sorry I couldn't keep you interested. Never thought we'd end up like this, but it's obvious you have feelings for that woman at your agency. I saw you & heard you two flirting the day I dropped your lunch off. It's okay. I'm glad you found someone that makes you smile and laugh like I used to. Move on, be free, and accept that there are no hard feelings. I didn't give you a heads up because I know you'll fight for us. I don't know why, especially since you've already moved on, but that's just who you are. You never fail. You didn't fail me or this relationship. You didn't. It was just time for us to move on, and that's OK. It happens. Wish you the best always, but you need to know I can't be friends with you right now. Maybe in a few months, but let's see how it goes. Be safe, be #1 & live your life with no regrets.

Y/N

#bakugo katuski #mha bakugo x reader #mha angst #mha #angst #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo x reader

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vadersangel · 3 months ago

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Temporary - Roman Godfrey x Reader - Oneshot

Synopsis: Everything is temporary, but some things are just too good to let go. Roman Godfrey slowly finds out he might not be as dominant as he thought, and chickens out when faced with the reality of his desires.

Disclaimer: Guys, I had to be warned TWICE by a mutual that I had misspelled very easy, common, simple, absolutely normal words. I'm still sick and fatigued, so bear with me. God's work has to be done, and there's no rest for the wicked. So here it is: my newest baby. My attempt to gift my fellow Roman girlies who believe our boy is a switch. I hope you enjoy it. I know I need to create a tag list, but my brain is mush nowadays. I promise to get to it soon. Love y'all. As per usual, special thanks for @peachesinto for the undying support. Love you, bestie.

Genre: smut smut smut, pure filth and more smut, switch Roman Godfrey, soft femdom reader.

Trigger Warnings: sex, foul language.

Word count: 2457

Boy, love isn’t easy, it's hard She said: Boy, love isn't easy, it's heartache Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks (Lovin' you is heartache) But I still hold on Oh, I still hold on – Chase Atlantic

Having Roman Godfrey’s emerald green eyes on you feels simultaneously like having the first breath of cold fresh air on a winter morning and an asthma attack. The air fills your lungs so completely that there’s no room to accommodate it, and you try to exhale but it’s impossible, so you choke on it. You drown on it. On the note of drowning, being with him also reminded me of when I was a child and took swimming lessons. At one point, I learned how to empty my lungs and sink to the bottom of the pool to sit there. The pressure in my ears was intense, but it was so peaceful… It only lasted a few seconds, of course, before I had to swim to the surface again. Last time I counted, I managed to stay thirty seconds underwater, my personal record.

Just like sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. And I knew since day one that something would come up to disrupt our situationship. Most people would be too anxious, too demanding, having high hopes and dreams that would have pushed him to the opposite direction a lot sooner. Not me, though. Seven years of therapy had taught me better and I was proud to be very much in control of my emotions; I never expected from people any more than they were capable of giving me, and on the other hand, I never gave too much of myself either. To me, everyone aside from my family was more or less just passing through, a temporary fix before I went off to college and really started living my life. Just temporary, no matter how nice they were, how beautifully their green eyes glistened under the dim sunlight, or how well they fucked, they would all go away at some point. In a way, Roman and I were cut from the same cloth: he ran away whenever anyone got too close, and I never really had to run away because I never got too close to begin with.

Still, those full sinful lips of his, that always curled into an equally sinful smile when he came, felt just too deliciously plump to deny. And then again, those eyes were a tidal wave, dragging me, drowning me.

When he showed me a side of him not many others had been allowed to see, I knew it was the beginning of the end. It started with the first time he asked me to be on top;

“Can you… Like… Ride me?” The uncertainty in his voice, the way his pupils dilated leaving only a small ring of green visible, made me shiver. He came harder that night than he had ever before, lying on my bed with swollen parted lips and his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. For weeks, it was all he dared to bring up.

Until one day when I was showing him a few sailor knots I had learned last summer from a cousin who joined the Marines. I showed him the Highwayman’s Hitch, then the Slip Knot and finally the Handcuff Knot. To show him the latter, I tied his wrists together and the look on his face was priceless. Then his eyebrows drew together in skepticism as he asked me why the hell did my cousin teach me that. I laughed in response, rolling my eyes at him. But that seemed to have rented a penthouse in his head because a couple of days later he asked me to show him that knot again. So I did. I tied his wrists together firmly. He didn’t have to voice what was going on in that wicked mind of his because his eyes spoke for themselves when he leaned back against the bed’s headboard with a defiant look in his eyes–the fucking little brat! He was already so hard when I slid down his pants, his tip leaking pre-cum and making me salivate. I ran my tongue along his shaft, then swirled it around his tip, tasting his fluid and finally sliding it into the small drippy slit of his cock. He whined, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes closing for a brief second before he stared blankly at the ceiling as if his soul had just left his body. In a way, it scared me and I was about to untie him when he spoke in a throaty voice,

“Don’t you dare stop!”

With those eyes, he silently asked me to tie him up countless times after that. It was always the same; he would get in my room when my parents were away, or asleep, casually lie on my bed for a few minutes, before reaching out for the drawer in my bedside table. He would start fumbling through my things, as if he owned everything, until he found the rope. And he would always ask me to try and teach him again how to do that knot. Invariably, it would end with him tied up and cumming all over himself, over me, over my sheets–making a mess of both of us and everything near us.

Roman was tied to a chair, his hands firmly bound behind his back, in our favorite sailor’s knot. He was not fully naked, though, just his arousal exposed to my greedy eyes while I eagerly pressed a vibrator against his tip. His head lolled back. The muscles in his abdomen flexed under his shirt. Again, his eyes glazed over and it never failed to startle me a little. But once again, his hips bucked against the vibrator and a soft moan rolled off his lips.

“You’re…” His voice trailed off mid-sentence, and he had to take in a sharp breath before being able to finish his trail of thought “You’re a psycho!” He chuckled, a gruff and needy sound that made me impossibly wetter in my already damp panties. I had ruined his second orgasm, and he let out an exasperated grunt, pulling at the rope that tied him to the chair. I watched him squirm, contort, and shut his eyes tightly. His cock twitching, throbbing desperately as a few drops of cum pathetically leaked from him staining his shirt.

Then Roman looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and arousal,

“Slap me…” It was a request, but it sounded an awful lot like a demand. I laughed at him.

“You gotta ask nicely.” I said, with the most wicked grin on my face.

His eyes rolled in annoyance, but when I pressed the vibe against the tip of his cock again, he caved,

“Please?” His voice sounded whiny, so cute I just had to kiss his forehead.

I should have known it would be too much for him.

After that, he ghosted me. Or rather yet, I was the ghost, because he walked past me in the school hallways as if I wasn’t even there. Chest so puffed, with his arm around Ashley Valentine’s neck. Being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. I should have known that relinquishing his natural power–something he believed he should have simply by breathing–even if he did so willingly, would make him retreat into himself once more.

I’m not gonna lie, I just wanted to curl up on the floor in a fetal position and disappear. Sink into the depths of the Earth to never be seen again. But, I was smart enough to know the drill; everything was temporary, everyone was a placeholder. Roman Godfrey would always do what Roman Godfrey does–only this time he wasn’t the only shark in the tank. He found his match. I was his co-op partner on hard mode.

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Later that same week, I had Henry up against a wall at Brooke Bluebell’s party and a very displeased Roman Godfrey staring at us with clenched teeth and fiery eyes. I swear I could feel his gaze burning on my skin when Henry delicately tangled his fingers in my hair while my thumb grazed his bottom lip. And Henry was so sweet. I could have loved him. In another lifetime, another reality, he could have been mine and I would have been happy. Not in a world where Roman Godfrey exists, though. In a world where Roman Godfrey existed everything more or less gravitated towards him. Like a blackhole, he pulled me in.

Henry’s breath caught in his throat while I kissed his neck softly, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his sensitive skin. I felt his arousal pressing against my stomach through his jeans. When a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, all I could think about was Roman. Roman Godfrey and his plush lips. Roman Godfrey panting and squirming under me. Roman Godfrey and his large hands all over my body. I had to pull away from Henry because I knew it wasn’t fair to him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice that my current state of flusteredness wasn’t due to him, but to my sinful thoughts about another guy.

“Will you excuse me for a few minutes? Gonna grab another drink…” I said, smiling sweetly at him. His eyes beamed when he smiled back at me and he planted the most gentle kiss ever over my lips before unwrapping his arms from my waist and letting me go.

When I turned around, Roman was clearly fuming! His hand gripped his beer bottle so tightly that I thought it was going to break. He bit his bottom lip–not like he did when he was aroused, no–this was a very specific quirk of his, something he did when things were not going as he had initially planned. My eyes widened at the sight of his dilated pupils, and I felt like prey he wanted to sink his teeth into. It looked like he would rip me open if he could, with his bare hands. Right before I averted my gaze and walked past him, I saw his eyes spark devilishly. I knew he was up to no good when Roman strode toward sweet, innocent Henry, who had moved from the wall and was now talking to two of his friends. My heart clenched in my chest; I was about to walk back to Henry, to try and grab Roman’s arm and prevent him from putting in motion whatever sick idea that he had in mind, but it was too late. Roman's shoulder bumped into Henry on purpose, making him lose his balance a little.

Henry didn’t say a word, he just frowned at Roman in confusion–they had never had any trouble before. And it would have ended there because Roman was headed toward the exit of Brooke’s house, probably to grab a smoke, when one of Henry’s friends decided to be stupid,

“Freak!” The guy said sarcastically, making Roman stop in his tracks. The way he turned, deliberately slow, told me he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“What did you just say?” Roman’s eyes squinted with a terrifying, psychotic rage.

“You heard me!”

Henry, who watched the whole scene dumbfounded tried to reach for his friend’s arm

“It’s ok, just leave it alone!” Henry tried, but his friend didn’t listen to him.

Roman’s smirk turned into a wide, predatory grin.

“Punch him.” Everyone–because now they had managed to call everyone’s attention at the party–gasped at Roman’s words.

“What?” The guy was flabbergasted at first.

“You heard me!”

The guy turned around and his fist landed straight on Henry’s face, making him fall on the ground completely stunned, and clearly in pain. With a bleeding nose and a satisfied look on his smug face, Roman turned around and left. He waltzed out of the mess he had made and I was still trying to understand how the hell he had managed to make Henry’s own friend punch him. I thought it had to be some sort of blackmailing! Henry’s friends rushed to help him, the one who had punched him kneeling down to help him up muttering apologies.

Meanwhile my legs had a life of their own because I walked out of Brooke’s house following Roman.

“Roman!” I shouted.

He turned to face me, cleaning his nose with a handkerchief. He didn’t say a word, turned around again and headed toward his stupid cherry-red jaguar.

When he opened the door to get in, I placed my hand on the door slamming it shut. My jaw clenched as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence.

“What the fuck?” He turned to face me once more, his lips pressed in a thin line.

I walked a few steps away from him to try and gather my thoughts. Then I faced him, ready to give him a piece of my mind:

“Are you downright insane? Clinically psychotic?”

“They started the whole thing, what are you on about?” He shook his head in mock disbelief, feigning offense as if he had been the one scorned.

“You ask me to tie you up, do a bunch of things to you, treat me like I’m nothing, show up with Ashley fucking Valentine wrapped around you… And then when I decide to give you the smallest taste of your own medicine, you go ballistic? Fuck off, Roman! You got all flustered because you let your mommy issues show through and you can’t handle the truth about yourself! Fuck you!” My words came out in a rush, tumbling out, tripping over one another.

He laughed dryly with a snort, crossed the distance between us in two long strides, and cupped my face with his abnormally large hands, towering over me.

“I’m gonna show you mommy issues!” His voice came out low, in a warning, through clenched teeth that threatened to attack me. So close to my lips I could almost taste him. His expensive Chanel scent clouding my judgment even further—as if that was even possible!

“Then show me, Roman!” I said.

“It’s a shame…” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “it’s a damn shame that you smell like that fucking loser. Now I have to cum all over you just to prove a point…”

I gulped. My eyes widening. But then I smirked at him,

“You say this now. Then we get back to mine and you beg me to tie you up.”

He shrugged.

“That’s why I’m taking you back to mine.”

Everything is temporary; people are just passing through. But we can do it just once more, drag it on a little longer, before the inevitability of separation hits us.

#roman godfrey #hemlock grove #roman godfrey x reader #smut #mine #fanfiction #dividers by cafekitsune

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girlmeetscruelworldxx · 7 months ago

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Thot: Both the Usos talking virgin fem!reader through her first time. (Part 2)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/girlmeetscruelworldxx/766894529004650496/thot-both-the-usos-talking-virgin-femreader

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/girlmeetscruelworldxx/768686305791066112/the-uso-penitentiary-thot-pt-3

Warnings: virgin reader, 3some (mxmxf), oral (male receiving), intercourse, 18+

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“Well, don’t get too tired sweetheart. That was just the beginning of it.” Jey said in your ear.

You were dazed from your first two orgasms, your eyes glossed over and brain foggy. The twins undressed themselves, you did your best to stay focused on them, but you were out of it already. Both Jimmy and Jey had to lift your tired body to get you on all fours. Jey stayed at the top of the bed, back against the headboard, with you between his legs. Jimmy positioned himself behind you, knees between your ankles and hips lined up with your ass.

“You ready, mamas?” Jimmy asked you, leaning over your back while rubbing it. You simply just nod your head, too lazy to reply. “No, I’mma need to hear ya say it.” He demands, “I’m ready.” You mumbled out desperately. You were just a tad bit nervous to have an actual dick inside of you, instead of just your fingers, especially after hearing from all your friends that already lost their virginity that it hurt the first time. You took Jey in your hands, completely inexperienced with these types of things, and they both knew, so the younger twin guided your mouth slowly to his tip. Jimmy began to enter your hole, inch by inch, taking it slow and steady, letting you adjust as you needed.

All you wanted was to impress them, so you attempted to take Jey down your throat, and did your best to ignore the pain from both ends, but mostly Jimmy’s large dick. “Hey, hey, hey, slow down. It’s all in the tip, you don’t gotta do allat.” Jey said before you hurt yourself on his also very large dick. You slid your mouth back up to his angry red tip and sucked it like a lollipop, causing him to groan. Jimmy also groaned behind you, bottoming out inside of you. “Fuck baby,” they moaned at the same time. You couldn’t help but take your mouth off of Jey to chuckle from their accidental synchronization, to which they also let out a small laugh. Putting your mouth back on the dick in your face, Jimmy stayed still for a moment, feeling your walls fluctuate around him, molding to the shape of him.

As he finally began thrusting in out, you began feeling the pleasure you’ve been desperate to feel. The constant hits to your g-spot made you see colorful dots when you closed your eyes. Your cheeks hollowed around Jey, swirling your tongue around his dick. “You sure you ain’t done this before?” He breathed out to you, impressed by your natural given talent at sucking cock. You let out muffled moans around him, causing vibrations and his legs to shake. Jimmy sped up, viscously angled at your spongy wall, and it was hard to keep up. Your mind began swirling in your head, getting lost in the pleasure, as did the twins.

It was too much for you to take, but you wanted to hold on for the twins. They were experts, you would say, at this, their experience in this activity made it to where they naturally lasted longer. You also wanted to last longer, you wanted the oh, so good experience to last longer, but you couldn’t stop your third orgasm from surging. Your walls began spasming around Jimmy, which made him lose all control, and your constant moaning around Jey made it impossible for him to even hold on. You all cum together, and the pace slows down.

Jey’s release was in your mouth, Jimmy’s in your walls. Thank God you take birth control pills. “You gonna swallow it, baby?” Jey asks you, so you swallow the white liquid. You crawl up next to Jey, plopping down on the mattress next to him and Jimmy follows. Once again, you were sandwiched next to the hot men, but this time for sleep. “Thank you.” You say to them before falling asleep.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 months ago

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i neeedd dennis getting his shit wrecked and getting absolutely destroyed while being topped by a male reader, like it's his first time bottoming and he didn't expect at all to fall apart so quickly (bonus points if the reader is trying his best to be gentle with him while it happens)

Wiped Out || Dennis Reynolds x male! reader

Summary: the self-proclaimed "Golden God" finds himself bested by an unexpected opponent in bed: his boyfriend

Warnings/contains: smut/nsfw content, brief mentions of Dennis' past sexual experiences (plus mentions of his canonical creepy behavior with the sex tapes he has), penetrative anal sex (bottom Dennis/top reader), condom use mentioned, swearing, light praise kink (Dennis receiving), brief mention of a safeword being established (though it's not used), Dennis gets pretty subby in this by the end (hurray!)

Beginning notes: yes yes yes love this and you so much thanks for planting this idea in my brain 🫶 not to be a macdennis shipper too much here but that sounds like exactly what would happen the first time they banged

Dennis was certainly no stranger to sex of all kinds, and the vast collection of tapes from his previous sexual escapades was proof of that. He'd done almost everything at least once, with the exception of one: anal, specifically receiving.

His desperate need for control meant that he didn't trust himself to be vulnerable with anyone very often, including The Gang, so it was far less likely he was going to give it up for some random hook-up. With you, however, things were different. He could be as vain, selfish, controlling, and needy as he wanted, within reason. Those were some of his best qualities, after all, and it played a big part as to why you fell in love with him, because you accepted him for the absolute bastard that he was.

(Dennis might not've been the most emotional person around, but even he could reluctantly admit that if he did allow himself to afford the luxury of emotions you'd be pretty high up on the list of the people that he cared for.)

Even so, he was incredibly reluctant to give up any of the control he so desperately craved having in the bedroom. What do you mean, have him bottom for once? Are you crazy?

It took a little bit of convincing, but finally he agreed to letting you penetrate him instead of the other way around. As long as you stuck to the few conditions he had, of course. He was very anal (pun intended) about things being done his way over anyone else's, because his way was the best way. Obviously.

Despite the occasional insistence that he didn't like you nearly as much as you thought he did, you were someone who he actually trusted to take care of him, which is one of the reasons why he said yes to trying it out. You weren't an idiot like Mac or Charlie, and you weren't his bitch of a sister, Dee, or overbearing like his father, Frank.

If he wanted something done right, you'd do it for him, so long as he said 'please' first. Because of this, it was much easier to get him to comply for you than it was for other people.

Take now, for example. Anyone else and he would've outrightly refused to be in such a compromising position, laying beneath you with his clothes off and his legs spread while you knelt down between them. Instead, he just bitched and moaned about having to be so exposed and how long you were taking.

Hey, a win was a win. You were surprised he hadn't decided to back out at this point entirely, but that was probably just his pride that made him unable to accept defeat.

Still, you knew you were pretty lucky that he hadn't thrown one of his little fits over needing to being prepped beforehand, something that he never bothered to do when it was the other way around. Part of you was tempted to make him do it himself the same way he did with you when the roles were reversed, but you couldn't risk missing the opportunity of having him helpless underneath you and begging for more once you finally fucked him.

"That better not be cold when it touches me," Dennis stated while giving the bottle of lube a judgmental look as you squirted some out onto your fingers. He knew how chilly it could feel when placed directly on the skin without being warmed up first because of all the times he'd used it before in the past on his previous sexual partners (and no, he didn't bother to warm it up for them, either).

You simply rolled your eyes in response while moving your fingers down to circle his hole, which instinctively clenched around nothing when it was touched. "Relax, drama queen. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

A strained noise that sounded close to a choked whine escaped him the moment you started to slowly push one finger in, and you had to use your free hand to help keep his legs spread open so they wouldn't close on you. "It's- God, why does it feel like that?" He muttered more to himself than to you as he squirmed around on the bed.

"Why does it feel like what?" You questioned, your finger slicking up his entrance enough for you to add the second one without much effort.

"I mean, why does it feel- I don't know," he huffed with obvious frustration. You could tell he liked it judging from the way he was avoiding eye contact and his cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment at the situation you'd put him in.

It probably would've been best not to push the issue, but you wanted to know how he was feeling, even if it got you killed afterward. "Are you upset because it feels good and you're not used to it?"

"I- no," he insisted rather defensively, squirming around more noticeably when you began to slowly thrust your fingers in and out of his hole, trying to open him up enough so he could take your cock.

You smirked in response. "Yes, you are. That's why you aren't looking at me."

Dennis' eyes narrowed with displeasure as he finally brought his gaze up to glare at you. "You little-" A sudden moan was pulled from his throat before he could finish his sentence due to you curling your fingers expertly inside him, brushing against his sensitive, velvety walls in a way that made him see stars. "F-Fuck-"

You felt accomplished, not only because you actually managed to get him to shut up for once but also because of the way his back visibly arched up off the bed. Clearly he was enjoying himself a lot more than he wanted to admit.

"You know what, I think you are enjoying yourself, did you know that?" You casually mused, your smirk widening when you saw a bead of precum starting to leak down from the tip of his cock, a sure sign that he was aroused. "And I think you just can't wait until you finally get fucked by me."

"Fuck you," Dennis spat out defiantly while trying his best to keep himself from cumming prematurely. Damn it, but you were right. He was enjoying himself more than he was letting on.

This was quickly confirmed by the noise of protest he made when you pulled your fingers out of him so suddenly. "What the hell?" He demanded in a frustrated manner, his previous contempt returning as he went back to glaring at you. "Why did you stop? I didn't tell you to stop."

"I'm not stopping, you stupid bastard," you replied with an aggravated scoff as you grabbed the bottle of lube again after slipping on a condom, slicking up your throbbing erection with copious amounts of it. As irritating as he was, you couldn't deny that his ceaseless whining was a bit of a turn on. "I'm just making sure it won't hurt when I enter you."

Any further questions of his quickly died down in his throat the moment he felt the tip of your cock starting to nudge at the rim of his hole as you lined the two up. "Make sure you go slow," he reminded in a voice that he hoped didn't come out as apprehensive as he felt. "And don't be too rough."

"I know, sweetie. I'm not stupid."

The pet name made him blush, something he tried to counter by scowling. "Don't call me 'sweetie'-"

Unfortunately for him, his words were cut off by the shaky gasp of surprise that he let out at the feeling of you starting to enter him. Dennis was rendered speechless for a good couple of minutes there, which is the longest time you'd ever heard him go without complaining. It was a little concerning, to be completely honest.

Pausing your movements, you waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention as you hesitantly spoke. "You good?"

"Mrgh," he softly groaned out in response, the shock started to wear off as he reached up to grab onto your shoulders for support. "It's so big- Why is it so big?"

It took everything in you not to laugh, figuring now most likely wasn't the time for cheap taunts. "Baby, I'm not even in all the way yet. That's literally just the tip that I have inside you."

At that, he let out a pathetic whine of disbelief. "You're lying," he insisted, refusing to believe you. "What do you mean, you're not all the way in yet?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Your hands moved down to rub his hips as you spoke, trying your best to keep him nice and calm. "Because we don't have to keep going if you can't handle this."

"I can handle it!" He retorted as soon as you spoke, not liking the implication being made towards him.

'Obviously you can't', is what you were thinking, but you chose to stay silent. It probably wouldn't do any good to antagonize him when he was already feeling so vulnerable.

"Okay, but I want you to let me know if I need to stop at any point so you can take a break, got it?"

He didn't answer, too busy staring up at the ceiling and pouting. "Whatever," he finally mumbled after a moment or so, which you took as a sign that it was okay for you to continue.

Slowly but surely, you started to push your member in the rest of the way. The lube definitely made it easier, but the fit was still a bit snug, which just went to show how this was obviously a first for him.

Something else that gave his inexperience away was all the squirming he was doing, not to mention how the sound of his pathetic whimpers was already starting to fill the room.

"Are you in yet?" He kept asking while tightening his grip on your shoulders, his fingers digging in so hard you were sure they would leave marks behind. While this was going on, his cock was turning redder and redder with arousal, milky white precum leaking down steadily from the head to the shaft. You'd figured he'd be sensitive, you just didn't think it'd be to this extent.

"Yes, baby, I'm in," you finally answered once you'd bottomed out, to which he responded by simply letting out a pitiful, broken moan.

"It's so big," he mewled while tilting his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut, doing his best to get accustomed to your size.

"I know it is, but you're doing so well for me, sweetheart," you gently praised, hoping that maybe a bit of ego stroking would help to keep him relaxed. "Look at you, taking me so well. Are you sure this is your first time?"

"Don't patronize me," he muttered indignantly, though you didn't miss the smug little look on his face that appeared at your words. "Just- go slow, okay? I wouldn't want you to go blowing your load before you've even begun."

He was definitely projecting there, but you simply nodded in agreement, not wanting to waste your breath arguing with him. "Okay, sweetie. Whatever you say."

Tentatively, you began with shallow thrusts, testing the waters to see just how much he could handle. The answer was not a lot, apparently, as his whining got worse and the precum dripping down from the head of his cock started to escape more rapidly.

"So big..." He groaned almost incoherently, his eyes already rolling into the back of his head as his legs wrapped around your waist despite himself, trying to pull you in closer. "I feel so full... Ugh..."

"Do you need me to pause for a moment so you can catch your breath?"

You could immediately tell what he was thinking from the way he purposely dug his nails into your shoulders, causing you to let out a hiss from the slight pain it caused you. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

"Okay, okay, Jesus. You don't need to be such a goddamn brat about it, a simple 'no' would do fine."

"I am not being a brat," he whined in protest just like a brat would, any further complaints of his drowned out by the sound of both his moans and skin slapping against skin as you started to fuck him faster and harder. At one point you got so deep the tip of your cock kissed his prostate, which was only given away by the loud cry he let out while his own member erupted, spraying ropes of cum all over both of your stomachs due to how close you were.

"Shit, baby, are you alright?" You questioned as you slowed your thrusts down almost to a stop. Your brow was furrowed into a clear look of concern, though you were less worried about his physical well-being and a lot more worried about the hit his ego might've taken at him cumming so soon.

Much to your surprise, however, he simply groaned and lifted his hips up, trying to fuck himself on your cock. "Feels so fuckin' good..." he just about slurred, obviously cock drunk by this point. "Keep goin', don't stop..."

Given how he hadn't said the safeword he (reluctantly) agreed to use beforehand if things got too overwhelming for him, you decided to keep going. It certainly didn't hurt the way his velvety walls were clenching around your cock, keeping it deep inside him with every thrust you gave.

Dennis couldn't do anything but lay back and take what you gave him, his dick already beginning to harden up again. You only wished you had a camera or something to record the sight of him beneath you, looking like a cum dumpster from the way his semen was still covering his stomach (though knowing him it was completely possible he was recording it, the little pervert).

He was so wiped out from the way he'd been fucked, and you hadn't even gotten the chance to cum yet. You knew he was going to be in for a long night ahead of him, and you couldn't wait to see how he'd react when you really started to fuck his brains out.

End notes: this is sooo long but I can't even bring myself to be mad about it because I had the BEST time writing this complete and utter filth thank you very much

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inseparabiles · 4 months ago

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Is Caracalla a top or a bottom in your opinion? Asking for a friend

This is such a question I love it. I need it to be known I was walking home from the store and just... stuck my face to this ask for the whole of it. Your ask made me a traffic hazard.

Anyways,

instinctively, top, definitely. But it's a bit complicated because some of it is culturally tied - it'd take him a bit to figure out there's an alternative, first off. I mean be real nobody's going to be springing this on him in any consensual fashion. Nobody is his equal, suggesting he'd make a woman of himself for someone would easily land them a really dirty cackle and the cross under 7 minutes span. It's not an option, for him to consider or anybody under him to so much as suggest.

And I think even after it crosses his mind that... you know? What's actually stopping him? It's still a question of control. Calla is difficult when it comes to power, imho. Split between always being the follower and losing more and more ground where he'd even be capable of making his own choices to begin with, he often doesn't question when he's being led but he RESENTS where it puts him, and how it makes him feel. It can be Geta or it can be Macrinus but he's very used to having his power stripped from him and relying on the few people he views as capable and reliable. At the same time, while he craves that sense of safety and wants others to make his life simple and easy and safe at all times, he viscerally despises being reduced to a state of inferiority in comparison to anybody else. And it's clear that in matters of pleasure, he demands control and feels capable of wielding it unlike in so many other circumstances, and he craves that sense of power immensely. He can order slaves to die for his pleasure and he takes it as his god-given right to get off to this. Sex is much the same, he can command or pressure anybody into anything from his position of authority alone and easily guarantee that refusal to comply will end badly on the scale of you'll probably die painfully for it or your and your line's lives will at the very least be ruined forever. This is an area where he can have ultimate power over people and he'll take it without questioning it. The only thing we see pushing any breaks for him on this is Geta: he'll allow Geta to spare a gladiator on the arena, even when Caracalla's own vote disagrees (when wouldn't it???)

On the other hand. If he feels unthreathened, lazy, if he's so high he's already barely functional. Maybe he just doesn't care that much, as long as his needs get served by it, or if he's following a whim from curiosity. But I think I disagree with swathes of the fandom that he wouldn't feel shame - initially - for that submission. Again, this is a huge taboo, and he is already always struggling for control. He's never allowed it anywhere in his life. He knows on some level he's not even capable of having it, and isn't worth what he's already abusing to his heart's content. I think being anything but in control, even when it's on his own terms, will be a lot of pushing and then pulling back, purposefully going for an option and then getting incredibly frustrated and distressed when his own goddamn wishes are heeded. Because he might want the feeling of just being for once - having someone be more powerful than he is in a way that he still controls and can get out of, to be cared for, to be served and pampered and loved for all he's worth without having to decree every single part of the act. But fuck anybody who asserts control over him. I mean how the fuck dare they.

Would he like to be versatile? I'm sure, sometimes. And I think it's very clear that he's comfortable with doing just about anything that will get a rise out of other people, he loves being a scandal and having it be known that he doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. Does that mean he's not naturally assertive and enjoy his power and control immensely? Nooope. Even his displays of inappropriate, emasculating acts or behaviours or his dress and style are assertions of that authority - he does it because he wants to and he can and no one is going to be able to tell him no, no one can stop him, and that very much appeals to him all on its own. But ultimately he just needs that certainty so much, he's not any more free from needing to prove himself at all times in his life than Geta is. In some ways, where I could fully vision Geta craving for the chances to be taken out of that position - by his disability and illness, his diminutiveness and physical weakness and by the way he is perceived and how his own body is ripping his control away from him, Caracalla is the opposite. He doesn't innately crave a break from power, he craves for a moment he feels it is truly inherent to him.

In all, I think he'd be most likely to dip from his power trip under two conditions: either he feels exceedingly secure, or else so far gone he doesn't know how to take control in that situation anymore and wants to be safe and cared for more than anything else. He will not be wanting power or control in a spot where it demands anything unpleasant or difficult or dangerous of him whatsoever, and he'd likely be fine giving it up for a while if it's otherwise handed to him in excess.

Anywhere under other circumstances, he'll be gripping to a sense of power above any other things.

So, in conclusion, uh.

Tl;dr: definitely a top because he's a massively insecure and entitled mess of a divine thing - but make him cosy or make him desperate and he'll give it up eventually.

#anon #ask #emperor caracalla #I love that I just. This got to me so much that I walked home glued to my phone #and instead of having my ice cream or taking off my socks or anything #I've been sitting here for like 20 minutes finishing the post up #gods I love this boy so much it's unreal Calla you're everything to me you're awful #inflicting this upon the tags actually you can all suffer #gladiator ii #gladiator 2 #dare I even say that this is...#gladiator meta

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Thinking about beautiful women (t-fem mumscarian) and how unique their transitions and gender expressions are for each of them

Grian really started to figure out her identity through clothing and realising how comfortable she was in feminine attire. Pre-transition, she still rocked skirts and fishnets and heels because she could. She enjoys playing around with makeup, with extensions, with nails, with the capacity to change how she looks with just a few good makeup brushes. She doesn’t mind toying around with more revealing looks, she adores the attention and knows she’s hot shit. E didn’t do too much to her chest, just small, pretty and perky. And she adores it. Loves her chest to death - touches, tastes, giving tit-jobs, outfits that accentuate them, anything to show off. I think she’d be quite drawn to vagino for herself, just another part of her she’d love to makeover.

Mumbo was shier to begin with. She indulged herself with long skirts worn in private, the occasional clumsy brush of eyeliner that she’d wipe off before going outside. But gradually, after a while on E, she becomes more comfortable exploring her external presentation. She loves her moustache, even if she shaves her other body hair, and gosh if it isn’t cute to have a soft makeup look accompanying it on her face (makeup courtesy of Grian, who insisted on sitting in her lap the entire time she did it). and of course, when she finally figures out her personal style, it’s something softer, cozier. Modest, but there’s suggestions to it. (I just constantly think about that one pastel girl skin from HC10). E does a lot for fat redistribution in her body. Any weight she gains begins to settle more at her hips and her chest, and she finds herself nearly constantly blushing every time she looks in the mirror. Her boobs are soft, squishy, and more than she ever expected. Grian will be finding any excuse to grind her chest against Mumbo’s because again, she’s a tits girl. (And Mumbo always blushes so sweetly, so sensitive every time Grian pinches her nipples and can you blame her for constantly wanting to saddle up to Mumbo? Mumbo is adorable!) She is content without any bottom surgeries, not minding atrophy as a result of E. She blushes to no end, would never admit it out loud, but she does love the look of her thighs squishing together and leaking out of her clit when her girlfriends tease her.

And Scar my beloved, ough I love women gang. The tits are out any chance she gets. She’s been body confident since day one and while she was probably the happiest with her body out of all of them pre-transition, it was the euphoria that came with presenting femininely that set her on her transition journey, as opposed to predominant dysphoria. She loves an excuse to get dressed up, though skirts and dresses aren’t quite her thing. She’s really big on jewellery though, and I think she would love shaping garments like corsets that let her play around with interesting silhouettes. And while I am partially of a mind to say she has had an interest in bottom surgeries along her transition process, my heart says she’s a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous cock and I stand by that, did the work to avoid atrophy and now gets to fuck her gorgeous girlfriends.

Mumbo is only interested in bottoming (though on occasion having one of her girlfriends suck her clit has her seeing stars), very much a soft sub. Brings her a lot of euphoria to let herself feel smaller and give up that control. Pre-op, Grian only bottoms, but I think post-op she deserves to have a pretty pink glittery strap-on to fuck Mumbo with, as a treat. Very much a brat, loves playing into a snarky, mean girl persona on occasion. Scar is a very top leaning vers, but for practical purpose with her girlfriends she only ever tops. Her main goal is always pleasing those two as much as she possibly can, and Grian fucking her with a strap wouldn’t do as much as Scar simply fucking Grian. She just wants to make her girlfriends feel good!

Sigh. I love women. You might hear more of this soon!! I have so many thoughts about their dynamic

#noodle posts #noodle writing #s.car #g.rian #m.umbo #m.umscarian #g.rumbo #s.carian #r.edscape #transfem #headcanons #surgery talk #?

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ramlightly · 1 year ago

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if you ever do get around to writing and posting the kink character analysis ramble you mentioned in the tags of the "lapis tops" post i would be very interested in reading it and hopefully other people agree with me

Lol I did get a couple of asks for this! Lets see if I can keep this from getting too long.

Okay so- there is a doylist and watsonian aspect to writing kink for characters, right?

Basil and Dandelion have a sub/dom relationship with kinks like humiliation, voyeurism, and bondage. A lot of this is based around Basil''s complicated relationship with sex and catholicism and his own desires to be submissive. Or Dandelion's preference for being on top and being in charge during sex. That's the Watsonian layer.

But then there is my own desires out of their relationship, where I'm playing with hierophilia and a corruption kink and monster-fucking, these not things the characters would be aware of. This is the Doylist layer and are the foundations is what their relationship is actually built on. Basil/Dandelion came together pretty naturally in that regard. I am their god and I want them to fuck like this

In fact, a lot of the characters I make for Temptations are originally because I wanted to explore a different dynamics and relationships. Ginger was for fem-dom. Thistle was because I wanted a bigger lady and a character that acted a third to Basil/Dandelion's dynamic that wasn't romantic. Hollyhock because vampires are hot. They all grew from those originally seeds, but only because I planted them there first.

There are the character's preferences and my preferences for the characters. A a certain point , the actual characterization begins to get in the way. You can't do the same dynamic of Basil/Dandelion with Malady/Lapis. You just cant. Even when originally I that was I was planning for.

Look at Lapis and Basil: they're both bottoms with masochistic tendencies but they have such different characters especially with their feelings about sex. Lapis is sly, clever, and very very careful when it comes to other people. He isn't interested in being humiliated or being treated as an object, he's far too distrusting. There's just been too many relationships where he got hurt from and he likes having control too much. He's the one who holds the reigns during sex, even with Malady. Especially with Malady. They're both into that.

In fact, Lapis and Malady's attitude towards sex is so much more casual compared Basil's and Dandelions. There is a power dynamic, because all relationships are, but they don't have any angst towards fucking. It's fun, they like each other a lot, so they have sex. I was originally planning on them having multiple partners like Basil/Dandelion do, but, honestly those two are stuck at the hip.

It's what I mean about characterization ultimately trumping my intentions. Malady definitely has developed beyond my original concepts for him (he's such a simp now lol, he was supposed to be cool!!!). But it's better to just let character become what they need to be rather try to hamstring them. It's more fun that way, imo.

I'm sparing everyone from going on another tangent, so I'll end it here lol. I hope that was... interesting? At least it's a peak into how I think about characters.

#ask #a lot of this feels obvious when it comes to making and writing characters #but hey you people asked lol #this got so long I'm sorry #if this was an essay i would call it “Best Laid Plans of Kinks and Men”

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phxntomhives · 1 year ago

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I'm resurrecting from the dead

Did you get the joke? No? Ok

Small analysis of this pic

But I'd like to remind you I am no expert on the topic, it's just my 2 cent lol

End of S4 spoilers + manga spoilers under the cut

I am quite confident this is dedicated to the midnight tea party of the anime right now. His identity has been revealed so what better way to celebrate than such a wonderful art?

The first thing I personally noted is the pose. Our dear yandere pose (I got Yuno war fleshbacks ngl) The smile, the hands, that eye. He has the full pack. We can all agree he goes a little insane when we talk about the Phantomhive... but yandere? I wouldn't say so (at least not yet, tho he may be on the correct road to become it). I guess he is dancing on the line between sanity and insanity and this is just the result of it.

Someone already said the liquid that is falling is tea. But I am also very much reminded of blood when looking at that color (and knowing his story, it also fits). Thought it may be just me. I would also like to point out how the tea is not just spilling over from the teapots, they are breaking. And Undertaker is just staring at the scene with insanity.

I am also going insane about all the hands: there is a right hand holding the sugar bowl. Then there is another right hand, holding a teacup which is also crumbling down. But that teacup is being "filled" of tea, that is dropping from above. Then there is also a left hand on the top, holding the teapot's handle (that is now detached from the main body). And there is a fourth hand, holding the dessert. So, here is my idea: the three hands that are holding the tea set represent 3 of the prefects: if I were to take a guess from here I would say that the broken teapot could be Herman Greenhill (the most broken one since he likely feels worst about the situation since he technically started everything). Then the sugar bowl could be Lawrence Bluewer: it is just being destroyed and has no power in the situation. The broken teacup is Edgar Redmond: he tried to hold it together but in the end he still lost control over the situation. Let me first go to the dessert now, I'll go to the other hand in a second.

The dessert. Listen, I am no expert in those but I know a strawberry when I see one. And I believe that is very much R!Ciel's favourite snack a strawberry cake. So listen, if we can discuss that the hand holding the teacup could be X or Y, here I am quite confident it is just R!Ciel. Not to mention that Undertaker is technically staring at him with the yandere look so it would make sense: he would be staring a Phantomhive AND an almost perfect Bizzare Doll he has created. I would go yandere too ngl. The dessert is being "watered" by the tea, which if I am correct and it does also symbolize blood, it could represent the idea/the begin of the blood transfution to keep R!Ciel alive. AND the dessert is being held by the last hand. Who were we missing of the P4 again? Violet. And who has casually the same blood type of R!Ciel? Violet. So I think this is him.

One last thing I noticed of the hands is that three of them are "in the dark" (both at the top and left one at the bottom: Lawrence, Greenhill and Redmond), while the one in the bottom right (Violet) is a little more illuminated than the others. Does this confirm/imply that Violet does already know a little more than the others? I'll let you make a decision I feel it may be just the light and I am becoming paranoid.

I absolutely LOVE how the background is the midnight flower glowing. It gives such a nice contrast in the picture. It also helps in making undertaker look even more ominous lolol. It's so bright and maybe it stands for everything pure you can think of. But Undertaker has turned his back to that light and is just enjoying the chaos. I am trying to find more stuff about the flower and its meaning let's see if I find something eheh

That is all thanks for bearing with me lol.

On a side note: did he always had that ring "tattoo" on his pinky? I am blind ✨✨

(I may check later for grammar mistaker I am tired now)

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #black butler season 4 #ciel phantomhive #undertaker #kuroshitsuji theory #kuroshitsuji analysis

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i wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x top!reader x bottom!kate bishop

summary: things take a surprising turn when kate's alternate self shows up in the middle of an ongoing [slightly public] battle between you and your archer.

warnings: officially the filthiest smut i've ever written -> minors, you're not invited to this party but happy halloween! [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon again, R doesn't realize it's kate's variant...again; praise + degradation [heavier on the degrading side though]; slightly public sex; cunnilingus [R + alt!kate receiving]; grinding; orgasm denial; slight overstimulation; fingering [both kates receiving]

wordcount: 4k

a/n: happy halloween, ladies and gays. i couldn't just not leave you guys a little treat. this is [technically] another amazing request by the same lovely person as last time. i can't begin to explain how much fun this was to write and how glad i am that searching for redemption did so well. so, enjoy this as a thank you for being so lovely and allowing me to explore way too many kinks in one fic. hope you enjoy <3 [and let me know what you guys dressed up as today because i'm nosy]

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“Kate, we’re going to be late!” You call out for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

You should’ve known better than to trust your girlfriend when she said she was merely putting the finishing touches on her costume. A costume that she had kept hidden from you since she bought it a few weeks ago.

The secrecy was stupid but Kate had been far too excited at the idea of surprising you with it for you to complain. She’s been getting a kick out of doing things to make your heart race and your cheeks flush lately. It’s not entirely new but she’s ramped things up ever since her alternate self paid you such an eye-opening visit.

Kate talks about it a lot more than you ever thought she would but it’s nice to see her so confident and secure in desires she’s never been able to express with anyone else. Desires that had somehow led her to convince you to go to some Halloween party being thrown by one of her, very rich, college friends.

The idea didn’t really interest you and yet here you were, all dressed up in some revealing devil costume your girlfriend had insisted on buying you. You had felt a little silly until your archer decided to express her love for your outfit by slamming you against the nearest wall and kissing you until your legs turned into jelly.

Something that would have been very well received had she not left you with a desperate throbbing between your legs that she had no intention of relieving.

Meeting her alternate self had been a blessing and a curse as far as you’re concerned. You love how quick she is to take control now but more often than not, her version of control is just her teasing you relentlessly until the two of you are so wound up that you end up having sex on the nearest surface.

It’s the best kind of torture and your girlfriend is incredible at dishing it out.

“Kate-”

“I know, I know!” Her voice reaches your ears first, followed by the sound of her footsteps approaching you. “Being fashionably late is a thing, by the way.”

“There’s nothing fashionable about being two hours late, Katie.”

“You’re no fun.”

You open your mouth to reply but your response gets caught in your throat once your eyes fully take in what she’s wearing.

The all-black outfit isn’t incredibly scandalous, although the muscle-tee she’s wearing shows off all the subtle dips and curves of her arms that drive you wild, but the collar around her neck and the ridiculous cat ears she’s so proudly wearing on top of her head are enough to bring your attention back to ache between your legs.

She raises an eyebrow at you but your eyes are glued to the slightly crooked whiskers she drew on her cheeks. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

You really want to come up with something to shut her up but the playful glimmer in her eyes and the not-so-subtle smirk tugging at her lips renders you speechless. Kate, surprisingly, accepts your silence and instead of making fun of you again, she decides to simply close the space between your bodies and pull you into a kiss that somehow leaves your mind spinning even more than her outfit did.

You’re in the middle of tangling your hands in her already disheveled hair when she suddenly pulls away from you. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

She gives you no time to complain, she just grabs your hand and leads you out the door. It’s equal parts irritating and attractive. Much like the archer herself.

The two of you arrive at the party after a long subway ride, one that was spent with teasing touches and obvious glances. It’s clear what game your girlfriend is playing with you and yet you can’t stop yourself from getting riled up. You know she won’t offer you any relief but your mind fills with images of putting the overconfident archer in her place all the same.

Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to even attempt some retaliation. The two of you manage to stick together for a full five minutes before some tall blonde you’ve never seen before is playfully shoving her and shouting something about a game of beer pong.

Kate shoots you an apologetic look that borders a little too close into puppy-dog eye territory and you let her go without a fuzz, opting instead to grab a drink and wait for her to come back.

And you do end up waiting.

Long enough for your easy acceptance to turn into actual frustration…frustration that’s pooled inside your underwear.

Your eyes haven’t stopped scanning around to find every dark corner and secluded bathroom in sight since Kate left your side hours ago. You’ve been able to find more than enough spots to work out your frustrations with your girlfriend but you still can’t find her.

You’re about ready to call it quits when you spot her out of the corner of your eye. It takes less than a second for you to reach her, hands reaching out for her waist and leading her forward into a dark coat closet you had found half an hour ago.

Her surprise is more than a little evident as you push her inside and practically pin her against the nearest wall. If your brain wasn’t filled with such intense desire, your eyes might have picked up on the different colored collar around Kate’s neck and the lack of crooked whiskers on her rosy cheeks.

None of that registers, though, and all you can think about is how good she looks and how desperate you are to feel her hands on your skin.

There’s a small furrow in her brow that tells you she’s five seconds away from asking something that will ultimately distract you so you act faster than she does.

You lean forward in an instant, your lips claiming hers while your fingers dig into her waist. The fabric in the way doesn’t let her feel the full force of your grip but she arches her back into you anyway.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you mutter against her lips.

“So are you.” Kate finally gains control over her limbs and her hands start to caress your body, gentle fingers trailing up and down your back and barely brushing against your ass. “When did you even change into this outfit?”

You might’ve paid attention to her words had her lips not been trailing a path of kisses down your neck.

Instead, you groan as the throbbing between your legs comes back with a vengeance. You need Kate and you need her now, her constant need to overpower you be damned.

She’s in the middle of sucking a mark onto your skin when your hands grab onto her shoulders and you start pushing her down. “Wha- oh.”

Her confusion lasts for a whole two seconds before she gets the message and lowers herself down onto her knees. The sight alone would be enough to make your heart race on a normal day but her easy acceptance of your unspoken command and the absolute devotion in her eyes while she stares up at you have your knees buckling under the weight of your own desire for her.

“No more teasing, babe,” you say, your tone somewhere between whiney and authoritative. “Just fuck me.”

You’re expecting her to put up some sort of fight but she seems to be just as desperate to feel you as you are. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”

You do as she asks and she wastes no time in getting rid of the barriers that separate your drenched cunt from her mouth. Her lips instantly attach themselves to the skin that gets revealed to her eyes, trailing a path of kisses up your inner thigh.

It takes all your self-restraint not to buck your hips into her face. “Kate.”

She hums in response, apparently too busy to realize how fast your control is slipping. It’s not until her teeth graze your skin that you decide to put a stop to her teasing. You reach down, your fingers wrapping around the pretty collar around her neck and forcibly pulling her face toward your center.

The action surprises both of you but while you watch her with wide eyes, ready for her to fight against your expanding dominance, she moans against you, her eyes fluttering closed.

And that’s all the encouragement you need to take the lead.

You tug on the collar again, the force in your movement showing her you’re in no mood for her continuous games. “Come on, Katie, put that mouth to good use.”

She’s the one with the wide eyes this time but makes no attempt to talk back. Instead, for once, she does exactly what she’s told.

Her hands come up to part your folds enough for your wetness to be on full display for her and she slowly drags her tongue along your slit before flicking your clit.

You can’t tell if she’s trying to be gentle or if she’s set her mind back on teasing you until her lips wrap around your swollen bud and tongue laps at you as if you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, your free hand grabbing onto the back of her head for support.

She responds with a sound of her own, one that resonates against your bundle of nerves and leaves your legs shaking like never before. Kate’s quick to notice your shakiness and her hands grip your hips to hold you up while her mouth and tongue continue their divine work on you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck.”

Her voice comes out muffled but your hips instantly buck further into her mouth in response. You hate how much she teases you and yet you can’t deny how much better waiting makes everything feel.

Kate shifts a little and you waste no time in pulling her hair in a silent warning not to stop. She’s not selfish, merely a tease, and she accepts your command faster than you ever thought possible. The movements of her tongue speed up, flicking at your clit expertly every time and leaving you gasping for air.

“Kate, Kate-” You’re cut off as she rips another moan out from the depths of your chest. “Don’t stop.”

She knows what every gasp that leaves your lips means and she’s much too eager to watch you fall apart.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me.”

She makes a sucking motion with her lips and you fall over the edge without a warning, only Kate’s name tumbling out of your mouth like the most sinful of prayers. Kate laps up every drop of your orgasm until you’re far too sensitive to handle her touch.

You pull on her hair with a shaky hand and she gets the message, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses before rising to her feet again. “Was the wait worth it?”

“Shut up,” you mumble.

You can’t resist the urge and you pull her into a quick kiss, loving the way she still can’t seem to get enough of you. You quickly pull away, much to her dismay, and give her the most innocent smile you can muster. “I’ll see you later, Katie.”

She doesn’t realize what you mean until your hand reaches for the door and you start stepping outside. “You can’t be serious.”

“I promise the wait will be worth it,” you tease before walking away.

You don’t hear her overdramatic groan or see her step out of the closet. But Kate does.

Your Kate.

The one that’s been looking for you for over an hour but instead found her double stumbling out of a dark coat closet.

She’s not an idiot and she knows exactly what the grin on her alternate self’s face means. So, she reacts without thinking.

It takes her less than three seconds to cross the space between them, relishing the wide-eyed look the other Kate sends her way, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

A dozen answers flicker through Kate’s mind but she spits out the worst one she comes up with. “More like who the fuck am I doing.”

Her eyes darken but she knows deep down the way she’s looking at her other self isn’t only filled with rage. “You’re an asshole.”

Her nails dig into her alternate’s skin, drawing out a groan that sounds way too tantalizing to both of their ears. “Chill out, I didn’t realize she wasn’t my y/n until it was too late.”

“And when was that?” She questions despite knowing she won’t like the answer.

“When she was cumming on my tongue,” Kate replies with a proud smirk on her face.

“I take it back, you’re not an asshole, you’re a slut.” A tingle runs down her spine as she practically degrades herself. There’s no hesitation in her movements, no attempt to make herself sweeter, only pure, unrestrained, desire and a desperation she’s never felt before.

“Go fuck yourself, I didn’t do it on purpose, alright? So, back off.”

“Fuck myself?” She responds, subconsciously stepping closer until their bodies are flush against each other. “You have no idea how much I’m considering it right now.”

“You’re kidd-”

She swallows the rest of her variant’s words as her lips press against hers in a messy kiss. There’s no awareness of the party going on around them, of the people that might see, of how wrong it all is, there’s none of that. She can’t think about anything besides how wet she is and how good her double looks in their ridiculous costume.

The kiss is fast and borders on desperate, her tongue slipping inside her double’s mouth and attempting to taste the remnants of your release left on lips that look exactly like hers.

Her leg slips between her alternate’s thighs before she can stop it and the world stops spinning for a few seconds once she hears her moan. “Told you you were a slut.”

“You’re just insulting yourself, we’re the same person.” The response comes out muffled and breathless but filled with the same amounts of raw need.

“Maybe but we like it, don’t we?” She adds more pressure against the other Kate’s center while one of her hands grips her wrist and guides it between her own drenched thighs.

Kate sees it.

The moment her alternate’s control starts slipping, the cocky mask she’s worn so well until now fades and begins to reveal a need to submit that almost rivals her own. “Someone’s going to see us. How the hell are you going to explain this?”

“I don’t give a damn, let them see. Maybe we deserve to get caught for being so sick.”

It’s impossible to know where all of her words come from but the reaction they invoke in both of them is too good for her to get caught up in the details. She knows what she wants, what both of her want, and she’s in no position to deny it.

“Fuck,” she groans once her variant finally gathers the courage to toy with her wet cunt. “Just like that. You know how we like it, don’t you?”

She’s expecting another bratty response but it doesn’t come. All that comes is a groan and the telltale feeling of her other self grinding against her thigh.

Her variant’s fingers stroke her swollen clit for a few seconds before shifting down and slipping into her soaked entrance. The intrusion is unexpected but not unwelcome and she ends up leaning forward and resting her forehead against herself in search of some balance.

She's turned on beyond belief and yet her eyes continue searching for things that ultimately ramp up her desperation. Her hands join the subtle exploration of her own body, harshly groping her variant’s breasts and watching the way her face twists into pleasure.

“Shit, I’m gorgeous,” she mumbles.

“I know, right?” The response comes with a small, breathless, chuckle that leaves her grinning.

It's surreal how right everything feels. How good she feels in her own skin while watching another version of herself writhe and moan.

Her variant slips another finger inside her and her eyes flutter closed, walls clenching in an attempt to take more. “Keep going, we feel so good.”

“Yeah, we do, fuck.”

She knows herself well enough to know how close her double is to the edge. Her hands leave her tits to grip her hips, expertly pinning her against the wall and stopping her movements. “Hold it right there, bratty sluts don't get to cum.”

Her alternate self, the one who was once so commanding and sure of herself, whines. She whines and Kate swears the sound alone could make her cum.

“I need it.”

“Beg for it,” she says, her hips bucking down every time her variant’s fingers thrust in. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

There's a pause before the words flow out of her. “I need you to fuck me, please. I need to cum.”

“Say our name.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as her orgasm builds up.

“Fuck, Kate. I need you, please.”

The entire world fades into nothing the second she hears those words. All she can manage is a gasp before she falls over the edge, her hips relentlessly rutting against her other self’s hand.

She doesn't know how long she spends basking in the bliss of her orgasm but once she comes back to herself, she feels the insistent kisses being littered all over her face. It's weird but cute and she wonders if that's how you feel every time she does it.

The thought fully forces her back into reality and she groans before taking a small step back. “I think someone deserves a reward. Let's go find y/n and give her a show.”

It takes them a while to find you in the crowd, although maybe it has more to do with the mind-shattering orgasm Kate just had and the borderline painful denial that's left Kate with a powerful ache between her legs.

When your archer finally spots you, she shares a knowing look and a subtle smile with her variant before they're both grabbing onto you and pushing you into the first bathroom they can find.

The action startles you until you realize the hands on you belong to your girlfriend…two of them. You're pushed against the sink and your heart pounds in your chest as your eyes take in both archers.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Kate’s variant asks.

The different colored collar on her neck gives her away now they're standing together and you almost feel stupid for not realizing.

Your girlfriend seems to read your mind and she steps forward, her hands landing on your waist. “What's wrong, baby? Did you not realize it wasn't me you were whoring yourself out for?”

The words steal the remaining breath from your lungs. Kate’s, your Kate’s, dominant attitude is something you can't get enough of but you're still pissed at her for teasing you all day. Especially now that you've learned it wasn't even her that made you cum earlier.

“Careful, Katie.” Your hand reaches for her collar, tugging on it enough to be rewarded by the hitch in her breath. “You're still on thin ice.”

The impatience and need Kate’s other self is struggling with is obvious to you and it only becomes more clear once she steps forward too, pushing her body against you and seeking out your neck with her lips. “What about me?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “You're fine, Kate. You're a good girl, aren't you?”

The whine your words draw out of her is enough of a response and your eyes flutter closed while they both caress your body.

“Why am I in trouble when you're the one who fucked another version of me?” Kate’s hands slip up your body as she speaks, her movements blurring together with those of her double.

“So did you.”

The two pairs of hands on you stutter in their movements and you know you've got them right where you want them.

You don't give either of them a second to respond. Instead, you take the opportunity to rearrange them, pushing your archer onto her knees and pulling her variant against your body.

Kate’s eyes meet yours, offering a moment of calm amongst all the raging emotions that fill the room. “You gonna put me in my place, baby?”

“Please stop talking,” her alternate self begs.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sound, your arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her impossibly closer. You've heard your girlfriend beg before but this is different. This is you stripping away all her control and letting her enjoy the feeling of submitting.

And it's hot as hell.

“Poor Kate, we left you desperate for more, didn't we, baby? Is that why you came crawling back to us?”

She nods furiously, her hips bucking against the air while your hands slip under the fabric of her shirt. You take in the sight for a few more moments before looking back toward your kneeling girlfriend and giving her a small nod of your own.

Kate wastes no time in removing the obstacles in her way, letting out a low groan once she takes in her alternate self’s obvious arousal. You wait for the teasing comment that doesn't come now that she's left you in control of both of them.

“Get to it, baby.”

Your girlfriend obeys immediately. She attaches her lips to her variant’s leaking cunt and you watch the way they both tremble with desire.

It's the most heavenly sight you'll ever get to see.

Your hands slide up to play with Kate’s bra-covered breasts while your girlfriend eats her out like her life depends on it.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing feather-light kisses against her neck, loving the way she instantly tilts her head back and sinks into you. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, what?” You murmur, missing the two fingers your archer slips inside her alternate.

You hear her gasp and feel the frantic movement of her lower half as she grinds against your girlfriend’s face. “Please…please, can I cum?”

A torturous silence hangs in the air for a few moments before you give in and let her have what she wants.

“Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and cum for us.”

You're sure you've never heard a more delicious sound than the loud cry that leaves her parted lips. You're too busy kissing every inch of skin you get your lips on to watch the way your girlfriend swallows every drop of her other self’s release.

A release so intense that it leaves all three of you shaking.

Kate fucks her through her orgasm, clearly addicted to the way her fingers keep getting swallowed up by her other self’s cunt.

You let her do what she wants until her variant can't take it anymore.

“Please, I can't-”

Despite her words, you feel her body shudder as she tumbles into another orgasm.

“Come on, Katie.” You reach down to pull your reluctant archer away. “Let her breathe.”

“You're no fun,” she mumbles before rising to her feet.

“Say that again and see what happens,” you warn her with a grin.

She huffs before attaching herself to your free shoulder, nuzzling against you. “I think the power’s gone to your head.”

“I think you both like it.”

Neither of them replies but you don't need words to know you're right. The way they cling to you is enough.

“Can we go home?” Kate’s variant finally speaks up, her voice hoarse. “I can't feel my legs.”

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. “Sure. But we're not done.”

The three of you stumble out of the bathroom together a few minutes later, giggling and trying to fix your disheveled hair. It's a strange situation but you feel like the luckiest person on Earth with your two girls by your side.

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