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Unconditionally

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

~ 10k words

Tags: established relationship, discussion of murder, explicit smut, threesome, being restrained, orgasm delay, knife play (aka That’s Not How You Use A Knife), teasing, cunnilingus, biting, squirting, blowjob, hair pulling, nipple play, fucked from behind, cowgirl, creampies, dacryphilia, intimate, wet and messy, mention of bruises, aftercare, sweetness

Another year, another Multi-May! Hosted by the wonderful @bisexual-horror-fan, Multi-May is all about Poly ships and showing them endless love, and I am so so happy to be able to participate again this year! The draft of this fic has been collecting dust in my docs for ages now and I just couldn’t get it right. But with Multi-May comes new inspiration that allowed me to finally flesh it out properly and finish it in a way I’m actually very proud of

I hope you all enjoy the roughly 9k of pure filth, especially you Bex!!

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Things with Billy and Stu had been going great. While the beginning of your relationship had taken time and a lot of conversations, you having to learn to trust that these two people that had loved each other for so long were more than willing and enthusiastic to include you in their relationship, and love you just as much, once the three of you finally figured it out it was heaven.

There wasn't a single moment since you had officially become a part of them, that you didn't feel utterly loved and appreciated. And you were more than happy and eager to give that love back to the two of them in a beautiful give and take.

That wasn't even including the sex.

Both Billy and Stu had been clear from the beginning that they desired you in equal measure, and the first time you three fell into bed together that became more than obvious.

They teased and spoiled in perfect tandem, knowing exactly when to give and when to take— When to be gentle and when to be rough. You could easily see how well they knew each other and each other's bodies by how effortlessly they worked together to ruin you.

It was perfect, and you were sure there was nothing that could rock your relationship.

Then one day you were watching the news and heard of a murder nearby, a young man taken out in his prime. You still remember how Stu scoffed when the newscaster called his death a “tragic thing that was rattling the community.” Billy had stared at him in warning and that was that.

It made you curious, and when you checked your memory for the night it happened you realized that both Billy and Stu had come home to you only late at night, smelling freshly showered even though you hadn't heard them take one.

So you paid more attention. It made you feel crazy but after a while you were convinced it was them. They were doing these things together and coming home to you where they were the perfect boyfriends – attentive, patient and so loving.

You wrestled with yourself for weeks, debated turning them in, sitting in the living room of your apartment the day after they were out late again, and waiting for news of another victim to come in. When it did you stared at your TV in quiet contemplation, a quiet voice telling you to run, an even quieter one telling you to stay anyways.

Then one night you were laying awake hours after Billy and Stu had said they'd be home, waiting in bed unable to sleep. When you heard the front door open you tensed for a small second before you heard the quiet voices of your boyfriends.

With slow and soft steps you heard them sneak into the bedroom and did your best to pretend you were sleeping, slowing your breathing and relaxing your muscles as your eyes slid closed.

You could feel your heart hammer in your chest when you felt someone's warm breath on your face before soft lips pressed against your temple. A short moment later another kiss followed, different lips pressing against your forehead.

“We love you, doll.”

They silently snuck back out of the room and you heard the shower turn on a couple minutes later, your eyes open again and staring at the closed bedroom door.

Who were you kidding?

You'd never turn them in. You'd never run and leave them behind. You loved them and there wasn't a single cell in your body that doubted that they loved you equally.

So the next time the news talked about another victim, you changed the channel. When they announced a witness saw a masked person run from the scene of the next murder, you pressed kisses to each of their temples and whispered that you loved them.

Weeks after your realization, and silent vow to keep their secret, they suggested something new. A surprise.

Stu smirked at you wide and feral, a rope stretched between his hands as Billy was busy softly explaining that it's fine if you don't want to try it, completely unaware of the swirling of pleasure in your stomach at the sight of the rope. So naturally, you agreed with more than enthusiastic consent.

There had been a quick, fleeting thought in your head when you looked at the rope.

Would they hurt you?

You dismissed that thought as soon as it had arrived. They wouldn’t ever hurt you, it was evident in every silent and loud love confession they gave you every single day.

That's how you ended up here. Laying on the bed with your arms stretched up above you, your hands each tied to one bedpost. Your legs were not tied up after much discussion with Stu and Billy, them wanting to make sure you don't get overwhelmed.

There were butterflies of anticipation in your stomach and you took deep breaths to prepare yourself.

"You're sure?”

You looked up at Stu who was sitting on the bed next to you and smiled reassuringly at him. "More than sure. But kiss me first?”

Now it was his turn to smile at you before he leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours and slow moving.

When you separated Stu got up off the bed and disappeared out of the bedroom door. Before you could question it, Billy appeared in your field of vision, kneeling on the bed where Stu previously sat, and also pressed a kiss to your lips.

The kiss started slow and soft but quickly deepened and carried all the anticipation sparking between you, the desperate need in you clear to Billy through how you were pushing up from the sheets when he pulled away.

He chuckled as he looked down at you, “Well, you seem eager today.”

“I am,” you whined out and Billy leaned down to press another kiss to your lips which he pulled away from quickly.

“Good.” His voice dipped low and made you shiver as his eyes raked over your form. Your arms stretched apart above you, your legs tangled with how you were grinding your thighs together for a soft relief from the constant anticipating arousal pooling low in your stomach.

Billy’s eyes lingered between your legs on the way up your body, soft black lace decorated your skin and obscured the view of where you were soaking the fabric. He lifted a hand and softly trailed it up your legs and squeezed your thighs before slipping between them, his hand laid flat over your clothed cunt.

You whined and pushed your hips against his hand, the soft pressure finally giving you a taste of what you truly wanted. Billy didn't give you any more than that pressure though, keeping his hand still and simply present.

He let his gaze wander up to your chest which was also adorned in matching black lace. Billy smirked when he noticed your hard nipples poking through the lace, “Very eager.”

With a groan you pushed yourself further into his hand, desperate for more.

“Please, Billy,” you could barely look at him when you said it, but his smile was so wide that when you did look, you didn't want to look away again.

He hummed in thought, “Not going to wait for Stu? Want me to take care of you already?”

You wanted to say yes. You wanted him to touch you properly, get through the inevitable teasing, and get the pleasure that you craved so deeply. But you also wanted Stu here more than anything.

You wanted them both.

The internal battle in you of how to reply was clear to Billy by how your eyes snapped over to the bedroom door that Stu had disappeared out of earlier, and how your eyebrows drew together.

"Can't decide?” He teased and you nodded, still slowly trying to grind yourself into his hand.

Then there was a knock on the bedroom door and Billy’s smirk widened. “You won't have to choose, doll, don't worry.”

He leaned in close and kissed your cheek, “You'll get us both, like always.”

Billy got up off the bed and pulled his hand away from between your legs which in turn pulled a long whine from between your lips.

“Do you remember about a week ago when Stu and I had those errands to run in the evening?”

Your mind scratched to a halt. You did remember. It was another night they came home way later than they said they would. The next morning, as expected, there was a dead body found.

Why was he bringing this up now?

“Doll, do you remember?” Billy insisted and looked at you expectedly.

You tried swallowing the tension and answering him but your words got stuck in your throat, so you just nodded.

“You were already asleep when we got home and of course, we didn't want to wake you, so I thought we'd do the laundry in the morning.” He bent down and picked something up off the ground before holding it up. Suddenly you knew exactly where this was going, but part of you couldn't quite believe it.

“Imagine our surprise when the laundry was already done when we woke up. And then I find this,” he said and twisted the shirt in his hands to show a small collection of embroidered hearts on the right sleeve.

You looked at him with wide eyes and tried to seem as surprised as possible. It was obvious that it wasn't going to work, but you were determined to try anyway.

“These weren't here before. Did you think I wouldn't notice?”

Billy's eyes were stuck on you, keeping eye contact while he waited for a response.

“Maybe,” you said quietly after finally finding your voice again.

He barked a laugh at your reply as he took a step towards you with the shirt still in hand. Your eyes flicked down to the hearts, remembering how you had found the shirt in the laundry in the morning and saw the cluster of bright red drops on the sleeve.

After a minute of staring at them like that would suddenly make them disappear, and make you able to pretend you had never seen them, you knew you had a decision to make.

Not turning your boyfriends into the police for being serial killers when you have nothing but a hunch is one thing. Not turning them in when you have a shirt that would most likely tie them to the most recent murder was another thing.

Your compliance would be real. Far more real than before, when you could simply pretend you were just paranoid and overthinking random coincidences. It would technically make you an accessory.

When you were finally able to move again you went and grabbed the lemon juice, then vinegar, then made a load of laundry. Once it was done you could still see a hint of the stains which you know in hindsight was simply paranoia.

Either way, you grabbed a needle and thread and got to work making small hearts.

Part of you knew Billy was bound to notice, how could he not? The hearts are inconspicuous enough in size but the deep red of the thread was sure to catch someone's eye. But you had to do it. You told yourself it was the first solution you could think of even though you knew a store in town carries fabric dye dark enough to cover any leftover stain.

Maybe it was your subconscious way of subtly letting them know that you knew. And that you still loved them more than anything. A silent confession of devotion.

Now, with Billy standing by the side of the bed still holding up the shirt, looking at you with amusement, disbelief, and something that looked an awful lot like fondness, you couldn't help but think that it had been the right choice.

Billy looked down at you, his grin softening into a smile, and put his hand on your thigh. The arousal that had slipped to the back of your mind and softened a bit at being caught returned in full force with his touch, your legs parting slightly on instinct.

“Why the hearts?” He asked it so softly you almost didn't recognize the weight of the question.

He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to admit that you knew what they did and you didn't care.

You thought about this moment a lot. When they confronted you with what they did and demanded a reaction. In your mind, it would be tense and awkward, even a little intimidating. But now, one of your boyfriends softly rubbing his thumb over your bare thigh, looking at you with so much love and devotion in his eyes— it wasn't at all what you had expected.

You thought it would be hard to answer, hard to admit the truth, but all you felt was sure.

Right as you opened your mouth to reply, Billy interrupted you, “Stu, come on in.”

Somehow you had forgotten about that knock on the door right before Billy revealed the shirt.

Before you could feel bad about it the door opened and Stu stepped in, his footsteps heavy on the floor and revealing that he had changed his clothes. The earlier relaxed shirt and pants exchanged for just one black robe that made you question if he was even wearing anything underneath it anymore.

“Now,” Billy continued and smirked in Stu’s direction, “Why the hearts, doll?”

This time you didn't hesitate for even a second.

“Because I love you.”

You surprised yourself with how steady and sure you sounded, no room for debate in your statement.

Stu stepped closer and placed a hand on your other thigh. You realized he was wearing gloves and looked down at his hand for a split second before snapping your eyes up at him.

“I love you.”

You could feel Billy squeeze the soft flesh of your thigh in answer at the same time as Stu slowly slid his hand up your thigh and between them, then slowly down again. He repeated that same path steadily and just as teasingly everytime.

“You don't care what we did? Or do?” Stu questioned and looked at you with wide eyes, confident but with a hint of awe.

“I care that you're safe,” you started, “And that you're here. I care that you love me.”

You felt the bed dip slightly as Billy sat on the edge and leaned over you to press a painfully soft kiss to your forehead. “And we do, doll.”

With a soft sigh, you melted into the sheets, your legs softly parting further which didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriends.

“Do you still want this?”

Do you still want us?

Stu’s hand stopped at the top of your thigh where he squeezed it and you immediately missed the continued slide of his hand along your skin, but simultaneously wanted him to keep squeezing and grabbing and taking.

You let out a soft whine and lifted your hips into their touch before letting your legs fall open, “More than anything.”

Stu groaned next to you and rested one knee on the bed and before you could properly look his way he had already grabbed your jaw, turned your face towards his, and kissed you with desperate passion.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, Stu biting your lip and your teeth knocking into each other as he desperately clung to you. His hand slipped from squeezing your thighs to the fabric between them, you keened at the soft pressure on your cunt and pushed your hips into the touch.

As you started grinding against his gloved hand, the sleeve of Stu’s robe brushed against your legs and made you squirm.

You pulled away from the kiss with hesitation and looked down Stu’s arm, and finally really looked at what he was wearing.

“Stu,” you tried holding in a laugh but were succeeding only slightly as you continued, “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Billy barked a surprised laugh and Stu looked at you with equal surprise, his brows furrowed in slight confusion before he looked down at himself and back up at you.

There was amusement in his eyes but he still sported that smirk that seemed permanently glued to his face.

When you turned your head and looked at Billy he was grinning at you too and you suddenly felt like there was something very significant you were missing.

“What?” you questioned softly.

“D’you want to tell her what you're wearing, Stu or should I?”

“I would be happy to,” Stu purred and settled further onto the bed as his hand still firmly pressed to your core started a slow rhythm of pressure and movement.

You whined between clenched teeth as you desperately tried to keep your composure.

“What I'm wearing, angel, is what we always wear — during.”

Oh.

The information took a couple seconds to fully register in your mind but when it did your eyes widened and you stared at Stu, then your gaze wandered down his neck and over the curve of his shoulder, along his arm and to his chest.

The black fabric of the robe pooled at his hips with how his legs were angled and you imagined what it would look like when he moved. What it would look like when he was walking, running, lifting his arms, swinging around where he stood.

You noticed the hood that was lying over his shoulder on his back and wondered how it would frame his face.

“Is your face free when— you know?” You couldn't quite bring yourself to finish the sentence but your meaning was clear.

Stu's grin widened and he jumped off the bed with a little too much excitement.

“Oh now you've asked the right question,” Billy murmured and reminded you that his hand was still on your leg as he gently slid it up to play with the edge of your panties.

Stu was rummaging through the closet for a few seconds before making a noise of triumph and standing up straight again. He didn't immediately turn around, instead he pulled something over his head and lifted the hood as well.

There was an odd mixture of anticipation and nervousness swirling in your stomach that Billy was immediately calming when his hand drifted to rub over your clothed cunt.

You let out a deep sigh and felt your eyes almost drift closed when Stu finally turned around and you were confronted with the mask. A white face that was permanently locked in a scream, dark hollow eyes staring at you.

You remembered the news mentioning a witness that had seen a masked individual running from the house of one victim, and for a moment you knew what the people confronted with this view usually felt— fear. Deep seated fear.

But you knew who was behind the mask. You loved who was behind the mask. And when Stu cocked his head to the side slowly your breath stuck in your throat, and you swallowed thickly.

Good lord, that really shouldn't be hot.

After a few seconds of staring you heard Billy snort a laugh and could barely peel your eyes off of Stu long enough to look at him quizzically.

“Your hips got a mind of their own, do they?” He pointedly looked down at where his hand was still slowly rubbing against you, and when you followed his gaze you realized you were grinding your hips in time with his rhythm.

You expected to feel ashamed at how much seeing your boyfriend in his murder outfit turned you on but you didn't. All you wanted was more of them.

Billy pulled his hand away from you and your instinct was to grab his arm and get him to keep touching you but instead, you felt a pull at your wrist and remembered that your arms were still tied up stretched above your head.

The bed dipped once more as Stu climbed on top of it and right between your legs. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs apart without any resistance from you before moving his hands up your calves and thighs until he reached your underwear.

“Damn you look good in these,” Stu mumbled under the mask and you felt your face get warm.

“Should take them off, get a better view,” you said, which elicited a chuckle from both your boyfriends.

“That would be a mighty shame, doll.”

Billy put his hand on your stomach and stroked your skin with his thumb at the same time as Stu slowly dipped his gloved thumbs beneath the lace around your hips.

Your hips rose into Stu’s touch no matter how small it was, as you pulled on the restraints around your wrists and whined wordlessly for more. More more more, please—

“Need something?” Billy asked, amusement clear in his voice. It was hard to hold back a groan but you knew that wasn't going to help your situation one bit.

So you gathered all the focus you could and looked at Billy with lidded eyes. “I need more, please.”

“I'm not the one you have to ask, gorgeous.”

You groaned long and low and lifted your head to look at Stu between your legs who was still steadily caressing the skin on your hips right below the lace.

“Stu—,” you bit back a whine, not wanting to seem too desperate even though you were. “Please, I need more.”

Whatever reaction Stu had was hidden from you behind the mask and the short silence made you squirm and pull on your restraints again.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

Stu lowered himself to the bed and between your thighs, pulling his thumbs out from under your underwear and sliding up your stomach before lowering to your legs. He spread you apart further, making space for himself right where he loved to be.

You expected him to pull your underwear off next but instead, Stu rubbed his fingers over the fabric and nudged your pulsing clit over and over again. It was just enough stimulation to make your head fall back and to make you moan in relief, but not quite enough to be what you craved.

Both Billy and Stu were more than aware of that fact and waited in the silence that was only filled by your heady whines as you squirmed and started grinding your hips into Stu’s fingers.

“For fuck’s sake, please.”

Stu chuckled lowly under the mask and finally moved his touch beneath your panties. He pulled them to the side and hummed appreciatively at the view as he put his hand above your cunt and slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit.

You sighed in relief and arched your back off the bed, spreading your thighs just a bit more.

Billy was still softly stroking his hand over your stomach and slowly drifted his touch up to cup your covered chest.

“As good as you look in this,” Billy said as he stared at your tits hidden beneath the lace, “Can't quite do what I want with it on.”

Stu hummed in thought as he increased the pressure on your clit.

“Think it's time for surprise number three?”

“More like surprise number two,” Billy countered. “She already knew about the first one, didn't she?”

You whined and nodded vaguely as you pulled on your restraints again, wrapping your hands around the rope to have something to hold onto.

The ever building need from being teased distracted you enough to not question what your boyfriends were talking about until you felt Billy dip his hand under one of the pillows.

When you looked at him again he was pulling something out from underneath— a knife.

You gulped slightly at the sight of it and took in the details. The blade was long enough to cause some significant damage, but short enough to be easily hidden. You noticed the curve towards the tip of it and the sharp point at the end.

The handle was black and your eyes stuck to the metal cap at the end, a small bump reflecting the light into your eyes.

“What—,” your question was cut short when you felt something very familiar and looked down to see Stu’s mask sitting crooked on his head and pushed away enough for him to rest the fabric on your lower stomach, his mouth now on your pussy.

He swirled his tongue through your folds and up to circle your clit before dipping back down to gather the wetness that was steadily dripping out of you.

You almost let your head fall back onto the pillows again when you saw Billy lift the knife and touch the cold metal down on your chest. The breath stuck in your throat as you watched closely what he would do next.

“Don't worry, doll. Would never hurt you.”

Billy settled properly against your side, both of you now looking down your body right at where he was teasingly sliding the tip of the blade over your skin. Lower still was Stu, hungrily lapping at your cunt and humming in pleasure at your taste hidden under the mask.

The noises pouring out of you were quiet but sounded just as beautiful to both Billy and Stu, the latter of which was losing his mind between your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, one hand keeping your panties pulled to the side, the other grabbing and squeezing your soft skin.

Stu was groaning in pleasure as he ran his tongue over your clit again and again, listening for your moans and whines, feeling your thighs tense and relax in rhythm with his strokes.

He was in heaven.

Billy wasn't doing any better. His eyes kept switching between staring at Stu between your legs and the knife still slowly brushing over the skin on your stomach.

Stu and he had many conversations about telling you. Discussing whether or not it was a horrible idea, trying to decide how they would tell you if they did. Neither of them had imagined it would end well so they weren't going to say anything.

Then that shirt. Those damn hearts, carefully stitched onto the sleeve over pearly white fabric where there used to be stains.

Their latest victim, Aaron, had been particularly motivated to fight back and ripped a hole into Billy's robe which allowed some splatter to hit the fabric beneath.

Both of them had been too exhausted to think you might notice the blood when you did laundry, hoping they'd wake up before you and take care of it.

When Billy noticed the hearts in the morning his own had damn near stopped before doing a little summersault in his chest. He immediately showed Stu and they started planning, full of hope.

Looking at you now, knowing and still writhing on the sheets, pushing your hips into Stu's mouth and bearing yourself to them open and vulnerable and loving— It was addicting.

Billy moved his hand not holding the knife to your hair, softly grabbing and lifting your head to make you watch as he slid the blade over your skin and under the lace right between your tits.

Your eyes were glued to the knife as Billy twisted it and lifted the sharp edge against the lace, cutting it and watching it fall.

“I really liked that one,” you murmured, which earned you a chuckle from Stu who still had his lips firmly around your clit, the vibrations pulsing through you and making your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as you moaned.

“Sorry, doll,” Billy said, not sounding sorry at all.

He slid the blade over your skin again, this time making the lace fall to the side and revealing your chest fully. Your nipples were already hard and Billy groaned appreciatively before surprising you as he let the blade glide over your tits, catching on your nipples and making you gasp.

You wanted to throw your head back again, wanted to arch your back and moan out your pleasure and need, but Billy still had your hair firmly in his grip and made you watch the blade slide over your breasts and bump your nipples over and over again.

“Please—,” you were cut off by your own moan as Stu suddenly slid two of his, now ungloved, fingers inside you, immediately pumping them in and out in a rhythm that made your thighs shake.

“Please what?”

Stu’s voice was muffled under the mask and by the fact that he barely pulled away from your cunt to speak. He quickly got back to work and swirled his tongue over your clit, angling his fingers just right on every stroke inside you.

“I— I don't know,” your words trailed off into a moan and you pushed your hips into Stu's touch.

Billy chuckled as he finally let go of your hair and your head fell into the pillows, your back arching off the sheets and your hands pulling on the rope again.

“She doesn't know,” Billy's voice was laced with amusement.

“What are we going to do with her, huh Stu?”

“I have some ideas,” Stu said into your cunt as he pulled his fingers out of you again.

You whined in frustration and were about to voice your complaints when you felt something nudge against your entrance.

The desperation to feel something inside you again made you not question how you couldn't feel Billy playing with your nipples anymore, and you spread your legs eagerly.

When something cold was pushed into you slowly your eyes went wide and you whipped your head around to look at Billy, who was already smirking down at you.

“Yes, doll?”

“Is that—?”

Stu chuckled again and lifted one hand to pull the mask off his face completely, revealing his wide grin, your dripping cunt, and the knife. The handle was halfway inside you and Stu pushed it in further, the fingers of the one hand still wearing a glove carefully holding onto the blade.

You couldn't hold back the moan that burst out of you when you were finally full again, your mind not caring that it was a knife handle currently slowly being fucked into you.

Billy groaned at the sight and your noises before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around your nipples, the warm soft pressure a stark difference to how the blade had felt.

The noises between your legs were getting louder and filthier with every perfectly angled thrust that Stu delivered, and you were losing your mind more with each one.

Billy still had his mouth attached to one of your nipples and started playing with the other one as well, rolling the hard nub between his fingers and slightly pulling on it now and then.

The rope around your wrists made noises where it was tied to the bedposts as you continuously pulled on it.

“Careful, angel,” Stu said, lips dangerously close to your clit again, “Don’t want to hurt yourself with that. ‘Cause the rope sure as hell isn’t going to break”

You whined in response and pulled on it even harder out of spite which resulted in a sharp stinging pain shooting through you from two ends when Billy and Stu both had the same idea— Billy quickly biting your nipple and Stu slapping your thigh hard.

Your resounding moan echoed through the room as your back arched off the bed.

Stu groaned at your reaction and adjusted the angle of the knife handle still thrusting into you before promptly wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again.

Billy gave a quick apologetic lick over your nipple before going back to his previous teasing, sucking and swirling.

The angle Stu had on the knife handle now made your eyes roll back and your thighs shake, stuck between wanting to close and spread open even more. You couldn’t think straight and felt your orgasm build inside you. The familiar flutter in your stomach followed by a dance of tensing and relaxing muscles, your thighs shaking even more than before and your hand grabbing and pulling the restraints once again.

To your dismay, Stu had noticed your building orgasm as well and instead of doing what he usually does, everything in his power to get you there, he released your clit from his mouth with an obscene pop and slowed his thrusts to a stop.

“No, no no, please,” you started whimpering but it was no use, your orgasm had already started to fade as you were left on the edge.

“I’m sorry, angel, I really am,” Stu kissed the inside of your thighs in apology, and to his credit, he truly sounded unhappy with having to stop you from cumming.

“Just need you to keep holding on for a bit, love,” Billy mumbled before getting right back to work and swirling his tongue over your nipple, pinching the other. You knew they obviously had a plan, and it was sure to end with you blissed out of your mind, but right now you were too shortsighted from the thick and sticky need inside you to care.

When Stu was sure your almost orgasm had subsided he started moving the knife again, as well as slowly licking over your clit for which he was rewarded with your thighs desperately trying to close around his head.

Some distant part inside you was screaming to be more careful with a blade so close to your most sensitive areas, not to mention Stu’s face, but you were so far gone that all you wanted was to feel pleasure and to feel as much of it as you possibly could.

Stu twisted the knife handle again and you suddenly remembered the small bump at the end of the handle as it was steadily rubbing along your walls and right over that sensitive spot.

You sobbed a moan so loud that both Billy and Stu groaned in response and doubled their efforts, Billy running his teeth over your nipple and Stu now finally speeding up both the knife handle inside you and his tongue on your clit.

When your orgasm started building again you tried not to let it show in your reactions, but your boyfriends knew you in and out.

Billy pulled off your nipple suddenly, “Still have to hold it, doll.” He blew cold air on your chest and chuckled as you cursed at him.

“I’m gonna kill you guys, just—”

Stu barked a laugh, “Now that’s an idea.” He sucked on your clit harshly and continued torturing you with slow, wide passes of his tongue.

“How would you do it, angel?”

Billy groaned and started kissing up your chest to your neck, his fingers still pinching and pulling on your nipples.

You scoured your mind for details of the victims you saw on the news, trying to remember how they usually did the job before you spoke which was proving difficult with your orgasm so close.

“Stab you,” you panted out before whining at the combined stimulation of the knife handle still being thrust into you hard, Stu’s lips around your clit, and Billy’s teeth running along your throat.

“Make sure I make you bleed, and—,” you moaned loudly and tried catching your breath while still holding off your orgasm, “And make sure I watch if you don’t let me cum right this second—,” you trailed off into a whine that sounded more like a sob and arched your back desperately.

You felt more than heard Stu groan against your cunt and get faster and harder, grinding that bump on the handle against your insides so perfectly you could feel tears gather in your eyes, his tongue on your clit doing exactly what you needed.

“Should use that knife too, doll,” Billy murmured and it was clear which knife he was talking about. “Don’t have to christen a new one first.”

With that, Billy started biting your neck more, sure to be leaving marks and bruises in his wake. When your mind finally caught on to what he had said and what it meant, you surprised yourself by promptly falling over the edge of your orgasm.

Your thighs shook around Stu’s head and your back arched off the bed, your arms straining against the rope keeping them up and out of the way, Billy delivering two quick slaps to your tits as he groaned praises against your neck that you couldn’t hear through the rushing in your ears.

The orgasm lasted even longer due to both your boyfriends working you through it and not slowing down, keeping the rolling pleasure in your lower stomach going and stoking the fire coursing through your veins.

Soon enough you felt it again, that building in your stomach, though this time it came faster and was impossible to stop.

The tears in your eyes finally fell as you were plunged headfirst into another orgasm, sobbing your pleasure out into the room. Then you felt something else too, a wetness between your thighs where your orgasm was gushing out of you and splashing into the face of one very happy Stu Macher. The man in question was still thrusting the knife handle into your cunt but had detached from your clit just enough to speak, his thumb now frantically rubbing over your clit to keep stoking your orgasm.

“That’s it, there you fucking go,” Stu said with his eyes still glued to your cunt.

“That’s our girl,” Billy murmured close to your ear, still kissing and licking over your neck and the bruises he had left there.

Once the splashes between your thighs slowed and your pussy felt properly overstimulated, you whined for Stu to slow down. Though your words were slurred Stu followed directions carefully and slowed his thrusts to a stop, giving one last slow and heavy lap over your cunt with his tongue.

Billy pulled away from your neck as you were quietly sniffling and breathing heavily in his grasp. Stu lifted off the bed and slowly pulled the knife handle out from your puffy and used pussy.

He grinned at you happily, his face covered and dripping with evidence of your orgasms, as he lifted the knife, held it so you could see, and swiped his other hand over the blade.

The clear liquid he wiped off splashed onto your stomach you heard Billy huff a laugh next to you. The move looked practiced but you didn’t think too hard about it in the moment.

Stu carefully threw the knife behind him where it landed somewhere on the ground before he bit the glove and pulled his hand out, throwing it, as well as the black robe he had still been wearing which he pulled up and off over his head, onto the floor too, and you finally got to admire his naked form.

Beside you, Billy followed suit and peeled his shirt and boxers off, revealing himself to you fully.

“You okay?” the question wasn’t unprecedented, you still had tears slowly falling from your eyes as you came down from your orgasms, but instead of words, all you could get out were small giggles. Your thighs fell open completely and your back relaxed as you melted into the sheets.

“Oh I’m fantastic,” you sighed and stared up and Billy with a wide smile. He looked at you with an equally wide grin full of fondness and when you faced Stu, he sported a similar expression.

“Now can one of you please undo this damn rope and fuck me already,” you said and pulled on the rope in emphasis.

You were still enjoying the soft blissful feeling from your orgasms when Billy and Stu stood at the sides of the bed and each untangled the rope from the bedposts.

With your arms mostly free you stretch out on the bed happily with a dreamy sigh when Stu leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your lips so full of love you whimpered against him. At the same time, you felt Billy grab the lace panties on your hips and pull them off your legs.

Then you were being moved, your limbs loose and unresisting. They helped roll you onto your front as Stu quickly slid himself beneath your body, your thighs spread over his hips and your face resting on his chest as you breathed him in. You had almost forgotten the cut open lace bra still hanging loosely around your shoulders when Billy grabbed the flimsy fabric from behind you quickly pulled it off your arms.

With whatever strength you had left you lifted yourself up and kissed a path down Stu’s chest to his hips, soft kisses interrupted by wayward bites to his skin.

Stu groaned and smiled down at you, one arm bent behind his head and the other moving to thread his fingers into your hair, not pulling or moving, just there.

When you were finally face to face with Stu’s dick you stuck out your tongue to run along the curve of it, making the man hum appreciatively. You repeated the same path a couple more times, swirling your tongue over his leaking tip on each pass until he groaned and closed his fist in your hair.

He still refrained from moving you but you could tell he was losing his composure fast, so you unceremoniously wrapped your lips around his cock and slowly slid down halfway before pulling back up just as slowly.

“Taking initiative I see,” Billy chuckled behind you as his hands found your hips, fingertips digging into your soft skin there. You hummed an affirmative which made Stu groan and push your head down further on the next slide down.

“God, she feels good,” Stu groaned through bitten lips and you felt pride surge deep inside you.

If there was one thing you loved, it was having your mouth wrapped around your boyfriend’s dicks. Of course, you loved them both fiercely and you loved when they doted on you and spoiled you with pleasure and orgasms, mouth, fingers, and passionate fucking, but there was a certain pride you felt when you had your lips wrapped around them and were able to make them groan and pull on your hair in pleasure.

So you were having the time of your life, giving Stu a slow and steady blowjob, teasing soft moans out of him, and feeling him tense under your hands on his thigh and hip.

“Looks like she’s in the mood for some payback after making her wait for her orgasms, Stu,” Billy said amused as if Stu hadn’t caught onto that himself yet with his cock aching to fuck your throat.

“Even if the wait was worth it and she made a beautiful mess.”

That’s when you felt Billy slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt, gathering wetness and spreading precum over your folds. You whined around Stu’s length which seemed to be his breaking point.

He grabbed your hair properly and pushed you down on his dick, knowing you could take it, and reveled in the choked sound you made when he slid into your throat and your lips met the base of him.

Billy chuckled behind you and rubbed his cock over your sensitive clit, “Looks like Stu’s a lot less patient than you, doll.”

You whined as Stu pulled out of your throat again and arched your back to push your cunt against Billy, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you.

“Hmm, maybe not,” Billy murmured and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into you.

Your eyes fell closed as you groaned and enjoyed the feeling of Stu sliding over your tongue again and again, happy that your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t unload what would have surely been an unintelligible mess of slurred words.

Billy slowly shifted his hips forward until they connected to your ass, his cock now fully seated inside you. He sighed in satisfaction and squeezed your hips before moving one hand to grab your ass.

“You know, we thought we’d try fucking you at the same time,” Billy spoke as if he was contemplating something and not making you and Stu both moan with just one sentence.

“But we didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he finally started moving, slowly pulling out of you before slamming his hips back against your ass.

“There’s always next time, right?”

With that, the dam broke. Billy fucked into you deep and hard with every thrust, keeping up a rhythm that was making you whine and whimper around Stu’s cock who was equally a mess as you. Stu was still moving your head up and down his length, but his other hand had found its way into the sheets where he was holding on for dear life.

You weren’t doing much better though, arching your back into Billy and letting out steady moans with every thrust of him, with every drag of his cock inside your sensitive cunt.

Vaguely you thought about how sore you’d be after all this, but not a single part of you cared— It only made you moan louder and push back into every thrust, excited for every strain you’d feel in your muscles.

Under you, Stu was slowly feeling something build. He knew he shouldn’t, that wasn’t the plan, but your mouth felt too good and your throat was too welcoming and addicting to stop.

He was sure this was going to be it when Billy reached down to grab his wrist and pull your head off of his dick. Stu groaned even though he was deeply thankful that his boyfriend could read him so well.

“Not yet, Stu.”

Billy let go of Stu’s wrist and went back to holding onto your hip with a bruising grip as Stu untangled your hair from his fingers. “Sorry, angel,” he said, “different plan.”

You whined softly but gasped when Billy redoubled his efforts and pounded into you harder than before. The weight behind the thrusts pushed you up the bed and made you collapse on top of Stu, Billy’s cock sliding out of you.

As soon as the empty sensation had registered in your mind you pulled your knees back under you and lifted your hips, whimpering wordless pleas and clenching around nothing as your cunt dripped wet and needy down your thighs.

Behind you, Billy groaned at the sight and spread your ass with his hands, squeezing the flesh and dipping his thumbs down to spread your folds for him.

“God, look at this needy cunt,” you whimpered in response and arched your back lower.

“I’ll give you what you want, doll.”

Billy pushed back inside you without hesitation and immediately resumed his fast and unforgiving pace.

Through tearstained lashes you stared up at Stu, still lying with your front on his chest and your arms weakly lying at his sides.

What you hadn’t quite noticed before but were quickly reminded of was that when your boyfriends untied you, they had simply taken the rope off the bedposts, not off your wrists.

So it came as a small surprise when Billy suddenly grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back where he tied the two ends together and pulled them taut.

You were once again restrained but this time your hands rested on your lower back where Billy was holding them down and using them as leverage to both arch your back further and to pound into your pussy faster and harder.

Without Stu’s cock in your mouth to muffle your moans, you were sobbing and babbling out your pleasure, “Fuck, please— please, don’t stop. Want, fuck, more. I— Please—.”

Billy chuckled at your slurred words, but it was clear he was also affected by the pace he had set and the way you kept clenching down around him.

Stu was looking down at the both of you, feeling ridiculously fond in a moment like this. He lifted one hand to pet your hair slowly and cooed soft encouragements as he lowered the other to wrap around his own leaking cock.

Next thing you knew you felt Stu rub his cock against your clit, spreading precum and giving that last bit of stimulation you needed.

The string in your stomach that had just started to feel distantly present suddenly whipped to the forefront and snapped all in one moment.

Your third orgasm shot through you with such intensity that your breath caught in your throat, a bitten off whine being the only warning your boyfriends had.

Then you were shaking between them, arms limp and still being pushed into your lower back, your thighs threatening to collapse if it hadn’t been for Billy who was frantically thrusting inside you as your pussy squeezed around him in a far too enticing rhythm.

He groaned when your cunt dripped obscenely between you, splashing his hips on every thrust and making him follow you over the edge.

With the last powerful thrusts, Billy pounded his orgasm into you, the warm feeling making you whine through the orgasmic haze which was kept going by Stu still rubbing his cockhead over your wet clit.

Billy groaned through the endless feeling of your pussy milking every last drop out of his cock and pulled you close by your tied hands, wanting to cum as deeply inside you as possible.

When both you and Billy started to come down from your respective highs, Stu was still panting below you and helplessly holding onto your waist, his cock painfully hard, leaking, covered in your wetness resting against his stomach.

Billy was the first to find his words again, “I could do that for hours.”

You let out a soft chuckle when Stu piped up, desperation clear in his voice, “You pretty much have, dude. It’s my turn.”

The painfully needy quality of his voice made you giggle but Billy slowly pulling out of your cunt made your giggle turn into a soft whimper.

The sticky feeling of cum dripping out of you didn’t last long as Billy pushed your hips forward and settled you on Stu’s lap properly, his cock nudging your entrance before you were lowered onto it and slowly spread open again.

You whined a high and sensitive sound that had both Billy and Stu cooing at you, though Stu sounded quite distracted which you couldn’t blame him for.

Your own mind was completely zeroed into the feeling of being filled once more, and how Billy’s cum was pooling around the base of Stu’s cock as it was pushed out.

“This what you were whining for so much, Stu?” Billy asked amused and Stu replied with a long groan as he shifted his hips under you.

“Always,” Stu mumbled and placed his hands on your hips, keeping you in place and lifted enough for him to start slowly fucking up into your warm cunt.

“Love this pussy so much,” his voice sounded whinier than usual and slightly strained as he got used to the rhythm he was setting.

The sounds coming from your dripping pussy made your face feel warm and your neck flush as you leaned your head back where it met Billy’s shoulder.

Billy had settled to kneel behind you, his hands snaking around your waist to pull your back to his chest and help keep you still for Stu.

He continued whispering and cooing soft praises into your ears.

“There you go, doll.”

“That’s it.”

“Right there, huh?”

“Taking it so well, doll.”

His words and the feeling of Stu’s cock had you whining and moaning incoherently, nodding your head without being sure what you were replying to and your thighs shaking underneath you.

Stu’s thrust became faster as he stood his feet flat on the mattress for leverage, as well as harder as it became clear that he was letting out his frustration from not being able to cum down your throat earlier.

Your own moans became more desperate and louder still in response.

Billy was looking over your shoulder, your head thrown back over his, and stared at Stu who had his eyes closed and brows furrowed. He knew Stu was trying to make you cum again, desperate to feel you milk him dry as well, but he was so far gone he couldn’t think.

So Billy took it upon himself to help and slid one of his hands down your stomach to your clit and started rubbing fast circles over the poor swollen and red nub.

The watery sob that tore out of your throat at the feeling was like music to his ears and he was just as determined to make you cum as Stu was.

Stu’s eyes had blown open the moment he heard your sobbing moan and felt you clench around his cock, so he could watch as tears rolled down your cheeks and you arched your back into Billy.

He squeezed your hips harder, sure to add his own bruises right next to the ones already forming that Billy had left you, and used all his willpower to hold back from blowing his load before you, pounding into your cunt over and over again.

“C’mon, angel, you can do it,” he encouraged you and when you looked down at him and made eye contact with Stu, you came again.

The orgasm made you sob and your hips twitch on top of Stu, thighs shaking, and your eyes threatened to close which you fought against to keep looking at Stu.

Billy was keeping the same merciless rhythm on your clit with his fingers and even reached with his other hand to roll your nipples between his fingers again.

Your orgasm became overstimulating fast this time around, and you were almost ready to beg Stu to cum inside you already when you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

You knew from the familiar pull in your stomach and ache in your cunt what was going to happen again. Finally, you couldn’t hold the instinct back anymore and threw your head back onto Billy’s shoulder as you came on Stu’s cock a second time before the previous orgasm had even properly stopped running through you.

The unmistakable feeling of wetness splashing onto his lap hit Stu and he was done for, squeezing your hips with a loud whining moan as he pulled you down onto his cock and came inside you, feeling your cunt flutter and clench as you came on top of him.

He was whining louder the longer you sat surrounding him, cumming and crying your way through it.

When Billy finally slowed and stopped his fingers rubbing over your clit you relaxed and slumped into him.

“Fucking gorgeous, both of you,” he said and kissed your shoulder before slowly lowering you down to fully lay on top of Stu who welcomed you with open arms.

Billy immediately got to work untying your hands and threw the ropes down to the ground somewhere next to everything else that had landed there. He kissed your back softly and leaned over your exhausted form to press a kiss to Stu’s lips before he got off the bed and went to get a warm washcloth.

You were exhausted, sticky, and the happiest you had ever been with your head buried in Stu’s neck, the man’s arms wrapped around you and pulling you close.

“Thank you,” you mumbled under your breath and Stu hummed softly as he petted your hair.

“Thank you, angel.”

You smiled and buried yourself deeper into Stu’s hold. Before you could question where Billy went, you felt his hands softly wrap around your hips and slowly lift you up and off Stu’s softening cock.

The rush of your, Billy’s, and Stu’s cum mixed together and dripping out of you made you whine quietly and if there was any strength left inside, you would have slipped your hand down to push the mess back into you. But you were exhausted and didn’t have the energy for more.

Billy softly cleaned himself, you, and Stu up before laying down next to the two of you and pulling your spent and tired body to rest between them.

“I really don’t want to change the sheets right now but I need a nap,” you mumbled and earned a chuckle from both your boyfriends who were rubbing their hands over your sore muscles.

“Then we’ll nap and clean the rest up later. Nothing wrong with a little mess,” Stu chuckled, your own small huffs of laughter joining in as Billy shook his head fondly.

“You guys are impossible.”

“You love us,” you said with a grin and Billy fell silent.

“I really do,” he said and lifted your head enough to press his lips against yours in a slow but deep kiss.

Beside you, Stu squirmed as he watched and waited, pulling your face to his when you and Billy separated.

“I love you guys too,” he mumbled into your mouth before slipping his tongue in to deepen the kiss. He became a bit too passionate as both you and Billy noticed, “Don’t start something none of us can finish right now, baby.”

Stu whined at Billy’s words and pulled away from your lips to give Billy a kiss too before finally settling back in bed and smiling like the cat that caught the canary.

The three of you settled in the silence for a while and just enjoyed feeling each other close, the warmth and comfort in the touch.

Billy was the one to break the momentary silence.

“Are you sure about this, doll? Now that you know?”

“I’ve been pretty sure for weeks,” you revealed and felt both your boyfriends hold their breath.

“The shirt was the final confirmation. And I made a choice.”

You lifted your head to look at the both of them. “I love you. And nothing is going to change that. I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried, which I never will.”

Stu huffed a laugh, “Good.”

“I love you. You love me. That’s what I care about.”

You leaned over Stu to press a kiss to his chest, repeating the same for Billy.

“I only need you to promise me that you’ll be careful. Don’t want to wake up one morning and see on the news that someone caught the infamous serial killers. Or that—,” you stopped your mind from going that road. Thinking about what you would do if one or both of them were caught or killed was not how you would end this wonderful, and frankly mindblowing experience.

“We’ll be extra careful, doll, promise.”

Billy pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you closer as Stu kissed your shoulder.

“Yeah, promise.”

You smiled softly at them before letting yourself properly melt into the sheets and their arms.

“Good. Now can we please nap?”

Both your boyfriends huffed a laugh and made an affirmative noise as they shifted closer to you, wrapping their arms around you and each other.

There was a lot you still had to talk about, but those conversations could wait.

For now, there were just three people, sweaty and sticky in bed, slowly dozing off to sleep as they held onto each other, all so madly in love with each other they would give the world to stay together.

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

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disastersareajoy · 29 days ago

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Oh no, what's happening to me—

For multi-may can I get a foursome with poly!ghostface x Ethan Landry x fem!reader with a LOT of gayness pretty plz

Well, this was very fun to do! I hope you like it and that it is gay enough, I really liked this, been working on it for a while, and stoked to finally share it! I had the idea for some free use in this scenario and God it hit hard for me! Another Multi-May fic locked in, let's go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.9K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X Ethan Landry X Fem! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Casual Sex. Friends With Benefits. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Face Sitting. Cum Eating. Snow Balling. Anal Fingering. Anal Sex. Banter. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Free-Use. Threesomes. Foursome. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Hair Pulling. Submissive Ethan. A-Framing. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Voyurism.

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"Used."

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Relationships can be so unnecessarily complicated, that was your feelings anyway, and lucky you found some people who are of the same school of thought. You were a busy person, you were a full-time student, with a part-time job, and sometimes, you just want to have fun and get off, that is all, having a whole complex romantic relationship? Yeesh, yeah, that is not for you at this stage of your life.

You think it would be supremely unfair, honestly, getting involved with someone and being unable to meet all their needs, you could not be a committed girlfriend, so you made the resolute decision that you would not be. Can’t hurt anyone by being a shit partner if you never become one in the first place. So when you were on the lookout, you tried to find people you could be blunt with, outright saying, “Listen, I want to fuck on the regular, wherever I can fit it into my schedule, without a lot of the feelings attached, a friend with benefits. A person I can call at like eleven PM after a shift, come over, fuck, and have a good time with, that is it.”

A few people were not into that, but a select number you said that to responded to the effect of, “Oh my God yes fucking please, that sounds incredible.”

Having a pool of partners in this arrangement? It is just smart, it’s like diversifying your portfolio in regard to your finances, not putting all your eggs in one basket is just good sense. What if you only have one fuck buddy, and you are desperately in need to relieve some stress, but your sole sex friend is busy? That would be truly tragic, masturbation doesn’t always work as an adequate substitute. The more options you have, the greater chance of having your schedules lining up and using all this to your complete advantage.

Let’s have a look at those few people that fit so well with you.

Stu was the first, you and he shared a class, you were lamenting your current sexless situation, how badly you just wanted to have a friend to fuck on the regular, and he said, “You know, I could be that friend.”

You thought he was joking at first, because, well, it’s Stu, the guy is joking around constantly, but the idea is one you think you can get behind. He was a very attractive man, he manages to get you to agree in giving him a chance, so you said, “Fuck it, what do I have to lose?”

Later that afternoon, Stu is looking up at you with those clever blue eyes, lifting his head from between your thighs, lips and chin wet, when you were trying to catch your breath, still shuddering from the orgasm he drew out from his tongue, you conceded, he was serious, and you were in.

It was great with Stu, you were able to have study sessions that ended with mutual masturbation, or call him up to bang it out and get a slice after, it was light and easy, most importantly though, it was extremely satisfying. You knew damn well that you weren’t the only person who Stu was seeing, he had spilled the beans about his roommate Billy early on, and when gestured between yourself and him as you asked, “And he’s fine with this?”

Stu laughed, throwing a question of his own your way, “Why wouldn’t he be? S’ not like he’s beggin’ for deeper commitment, and neither am I.”

Fair enough, it makes sense, if he is down for casual sex with you, that anyone else he is seeing feels the same.

One day in class, weeks and weeks into seeing each other in this fashion, you and Stu make plans to watch some trashy movie and fuck after your shift from work is done. You go there right after work, and when you do arrive instead of Stu, you find Billy. He tells you something came up unexpectedly and Stu had to take off, he was tasked with passing along your fuck buddies message and his apologies, along with a promise to, “Totally make it up to you next time.”

Just your luck, you thank him for telling you and are about to leave, go back to your place to eat the take-out you’d already picked up and jerk off until you pass out, when he cuts in. “I feel bad you came all this way, I have nothing going on, so we could hang out, if you want.”

You did have more food than just you could eat, and you were already here, so you decide why not.

Billy is good company, you watch some late night TV, you eat, and talk for a couple of hours. You joke that he really salvaged your night and made the trip worth it, the only thing that was missing was you getting off, and then he offered to help with that too. “You mean it?”

He shrugs and says, “Stu left you hanging, and I already did everything else you two were planning on tonight, what’s an orgasm or two between new friends?”

He was attractive, unattached, clearly able to handle casual sex based off his set-up with Stu, looking at him splayed on the couch so comfortable, brown eyes and hair, strong looking hands, and well, why not? So you go with it, and you don’t regret it either, he puts those hands to good use, two fingers curled inside just right with his mouth on your neck, and you find bliss in short order. You return the favour and get yours again too, even if the rug burns earned on your knees are kind of uncomfortable, you don’t regret it. You leave on unsteady feet, a smile on your face, and honestly pretty satisfied. It has you thinking that you could use more new friends like Billy.

Stu comes to class again with the same kind of lewd grin you see on his face when you are mid-hookup, he high-fives you and says, “You dirty dog! No one is safe around you, are they?”

You laugh and defend yourself, hands up, “You bailed on me! What was I supposed to do? Not fuck your roommate when HE offered?”

“Oh right, how stupid of me, you? Going one single night without a cock in your holes? Impossible.” He bites back as he takes the seat beside you, still snickering.

Of course, he was fine with it, he just liked giving you a hard time, you did the same thing, it was part of your dynamic. The experience brings you closer together and that is not the last time you end up fucking Billy, he becomes a regular fixture and at times, the three of you are around at the same time, and those nights are really special. Getting A-framed? Is there anything better on a Saturday night? You don’t think so.

The updated dynamic bleeds in even when you are one on one, whoever is paired up has a tendency to dirty talk about the whoever is currently missing. Example, Stu having a hand on your head while you have him caught between your teeth, being a total asshole, talking up how much better Billy is at sucking dick, leading you to try and prove him wrong. You know what he was doing, but you let him and play along with it because it is hot. There are countless examples, from carefully expressed critique to ramp up the moment making for some friendly competition, to recalling hot memories to fuel everything, or praise for praise’s sake.

You are a few months deep in this unofficial triad of fuck buddies, when winter break comes and goes, the shift happens when you come back, everyone is taking new classes, which introduces you to new people and that is when you set your sights on Ethan Landry. Who cares about the class you share when there is such eye candy around.

It isn’t like you aren’t attracted to Stu and Billy, you are, deeply, but fuck, there is just something about him that you are drawn to. You want to reach out and dig your fingers in those dark brown curls and sit on his face, ride it for all he’s worth, you think those soft looking pink lips were made to cradle clit, and you cannot stop thinking about it.

You decide the direct approach is best, you extend the offer to study together, which he gladly takes, and mid-way through you start to feel him out, asking, “Are you seeing anybody?”

He seemed surprised by the question, but he answered honestly, “No, I uh, I’m not.”

Good, no partner to contend with that might hinder what you are shooting for. You nod, and respond, “Shame, or not, depends on if you want to be, I suppose.” The expectant look has him clarifying, “Oh no, I’d like to.”

“So why don’t you?” Leaning forward on your elbows, closing some of the space, between you both, he lets out a somewhat nervous laugh, “No one has showed any real interest.”

You could not imagine a better in, so you say, “I’m interested.”

At first, he didn’t know what to do with that, the guy clearly wasn’t used to anyone wanting him. You spelt out what you wanted in that unashamed way you had before, telling him you had a few other people you were seeing casually but if he was into it, you’d like to see him in the same, decidedly easy and sexual context. After taking a moment to digest, he asked, “Can I think on it?”

“Of course.” You respond with a smile and a casual shrug and turn back to your book. The conversation stalls for a while, but you don’t feel awkward, you start it up again by talking about the assignment at hand, and slowly it returns to normal, you can still see the gears turning in his head though. When you are done and packing up, ready to go, he speaks up and says, “I want to try it.”

A wide grin breaks out, and you flip open your notebook, you scribble down your number and pass it over, “Sure, give me a call-”

“Actually, are you busy right now?” He had cut you off and is fidgeting kind of nervously, still sitting in his chair, seemingly refusing to stand, you wonder if it is because he is hard, and you laugh, “For you? No, I’m not. Come on.”

That first night was fun, Ethan is very fun, enthusiastic, excitable, and eager to please. He has a lot of questions about your set-up and the other people you are involved with, and you tell him anything he wants to hear, you fill him in on Billy and Stu, further, how they are both with each other too, he seems curious on that.

Ethan branching off to Stu and Billy happens kind of clumsily, but it does happen, you know he is interested, but you have to almost drag it out of him, once it starts happening though you can’t stop it, not like you would ever want to. Then every configuration possible is on the table and you revel in it. You love being able to talk about Ethan with Stu, jokes and lewd stories told over lunches, or Billy and yourself post sex reminiscing about how he sounds. Life is very fucking good like this, a carousel going round and round, all passing each other back and forth.

Much later, it is getting near mid-term season and everyone in your fuck buddy circle, yourself included, is unbelievably stressed out, so you decide to put a thought in the group chat, “How does everyone feel about free use rules during exam seasons?”

Stu chimes in first, he reacts to your message with several lewd emojis and an enthusiastic, “oh my god YES!”

Billy follows up, leading you to think the pair of them together, he is also agreeing with a simple, “amazing idea”

And last is Ethan, a half hour later, when you know he gets out of his class, all you get is a series of “!!!!!! PLEASE !!!!!!!”

The parameters are laid out in the chat, while everyone is being crushed under the pressure of exam time, stress busting must be taken seriously, so what better way to do that than take it out on each other? You all have an open door policy when you hold “office hours”, the schedule mutually shared, when you are in need you can check it to see who is available. For whomever’s office hours it is, the idea is when someone shows up to your place in need of blowing off steam, it is on you to provide, and to take a probably much needed break yourself and fuck it out.

It is a perfect storm of need honestly, Ethan is the one with his “office” open, you are coming back from a late class with a renewed bout of stress making your chest ache and a text from your boss telling you that you didn’t need to come in that night for work. You knew you should study tonight, and you intended to, right after you stopped off at Ethan’s and rode an orgasm or two out on his face while maybe jerking him off, but when you arrived at his place, you were not the only one who had this idea.

You find the door unlocked, and come right in, bag dropped by the door, and you start to take off your coat when you hear it, a needy and pitched moan, undeniably Ethan. You hang your coat up and that is when you notice the pairs of familiar shoes, you grin, oh my God, yes, now this is what you need.

Suppressing the urge to run, you make yourself walk towards Ethan’s room slowly, listening to the volume increase for the moans, the heavy breathing and skin on skin, building anticipation. Once you come to the door, your hand lands on the knob, you turn and push it open to find a simply gorgeous view, namely, Ethan Landry on his bed, making out with Billy while he jerks him off, all the while Stu is fingering him open. He looks so good when he is wrecked like this, cream skin on display and flushed in places, unable to help himself as he writhes, caught between Billy and Stu wrecking him.

“Room for one more?” You ask, Stu pulls back and with a warm greeting, “Hey! We were wondering what you were up to tonight.”

“Just got out of class and my shift got cancelled, I need to unwind.” You confess, and Billy has stopped kissing Ethan to say, “I think we can all help with that.”

You strip down quickly and the bed is pretty full, the view is so good, you think that you simply want to watch to start, so you make a move to the nightstand and open the drawer. Keeping a toy or two here at Ethan’s is one of the smartest things you think you’ve ever done, your hand closes on the small wand, slamming the drawer and make a move for the “laundry” chair in the corner, uncaring you knock all the clean clothes onto the floor and sit yourself down comfortably. You bring your feet up and spread your legs, the wand is clicked on, it thrums to life, and you press it to your clit, a pleasured sigh slips out, and you settle in for what is essentially the live porn show unfolding before you.

Ethan looks like he is having a great time, backing himself up onto Stu’s fingers, moaning around Billy’s tongue in his mouth and trying to keep a half decent rhythm as he gives a hand job, Ethan’s own dick is abandoned, painfully hard and leaking. You begin to draw the wand up and down on yourself, feeling the waves of pleasure sink into your bones, reclined and relaxed. You watch as Stu finishes prepping Ethan, lubes up, props him on hands and knees, spreads him open and slides home. Ethan’s whole body tenses up, head thrown back with a pornographic moan, the pace starts easy, but it doesn’t remain that way, before you know it Stu is really slamming into him, hands on his hips, and you are cranking up the wand in response.

Ethan is moaning and body relatively slack and useless from Stu’s assault, that doesn’t stop Billy from forcing himself into his mouth and fucking it, hands buried in those dark brown curls. The two men penetrating the third have a rhythm that is completely in sync, when one pulls out the other is pushing in, it makes Ethan moan helplessly and shudder, you wonder if he is going to cum hands free, you kind of want to see him paint the sheets under him with his dick totally untouched.

The whole scenario, the sounds and sights, are so rich and wonderful, it makes you mourn your relationship with old-fashioned porn, you know it will never ever be able to measure up the same way.

You actually end up cumming first, there is something about the way Stu has his fingers digging into Ethan’s hips, panting out, “-so fuckin’ tight-”, slick with sweat and flush down to his chest that does you in. You don’t cum quietly, it feels fucking phenomenal and so needed, you shiver, toes curling against the seat cushion as you sob out a moan. It has Stu letting out a laugh, a harsh hit on Ethan’s outer thigh, “Hear that? You’re putting on a good show.”

Billy pulls out of Ethan’s slack and drooling mouth, he tugs on his hair and asks, “You like being watched?”

A dumb nod, eyes vacant, his hands fisted in the sheets and chin wet with drool and pre-cum as he agrees, “Mhmm, lo-love it.”

You are taking a small break as to not overstimulate yourself, holding the now off wand as you continue to watch. Billy keeps him talking, questions posed that has Ethan responding, “M’ having sooo much fun-” and agreeing that yes, he is a cockslut who loves getting fucked, does Stu in.

A curse as his hips stutter, and then he cums inside, holding deep as he unloads, making a loud moan tear from Ethan as he takes it. Stu doesn’t rush to pull out, and you get an idea, you beckon over Billy who leaves Ethan there with a firm, “Stay.”

He flops down onto the bed with a shaky nod, and once Billy is over you gesture for him to come down and tell him your plan, he agrees with a wide smile easily, he says in a flirty and affectionate tone, “Freak.”

“Says you, I saw how rough you were fucking his throat and yanking on his hair.” You tease him in kind. Billy rolls his eyes fondly and says, “Okay, go on then.”

You get up, the wand in hand and get onto the bed, between Ethan’s legs, “Hey bud, how you doing?”

A glance down, he looks more coherent, as he says quietly, “M’ good.”

“Yeah, you look good.” Your fingers come forward and trace his achingly hard shaft, he shifts, his hips arching up with a weak moan, you laugh and say, “I know, those mean boys didn’t even touch you here yet, did they?”

He shakes his head, and you tut, “Well, I can help with that.”

You love to do this. Play good cop, but really you are so much worse. You swing one leg over and straddle him, with a hand around the base of his shaft you line him up, then you sink down taking him all the way in your slick cunt. Ethan has his hands on your thighs and moans even louder as you take every inch he has to give.

Your hand comes down between your legs, holding the wand you start it up again, let it vibrate, and begin to rub your clit while you let Ethan sit inside, and the real teasing begins. You don’t fuck yourself, you don’t move, you simply sit with him deep as possible, and use the toy on the outside to get yourself off. The poor guy is so worked up and has been teased so well that he is having a real problem, every flex and twitch of your inner walls surrounding his shaft on all sides is torture, he is whining and begging in very short order.

“Puh-please, you ah, you said you’d be nice-” He gasps out, and you release a half laugh and a half moan, “Nooo, I just talked about how they were mean, I never said I’d be nice.”

A technicality, but it is true.

A few small bounces here and there, taking him out halfway before slamming back down, but with long breaks in between, the wand running the whole time, you get yourself close and then start to ride him for real, full rocks of your hips, up and down. You make sure Ethan knows how close you are getting, that you are, “Almost there, fuck, you close too?”

“No oh, no God, please, jus’ a bit longer-” He begs and too bad for him, you reach your peak and cum while gasping less than a minute later before you promptly stop.

Ethan looks like he might cry from how brutally you just edged him, and the timing has really worked out, Billy had already communicated to Stu the plan and helped him out. While you’ve been playing with and riding Ethan, Stu has been on his knees blowing Billy, so now when he comes over he has a present for the man below you.

Fingers twist in that soft bouncy hair, he yanks his head back, and you command, “Open your mouth.”

Ethan does so without complaint because you start to ride him again, slow purposeful rolls of your hips, he moans, pretty pink lips parted, and that is when Stu leans down. The full load of cum is spit into the open waiting mouth, and it does just what you hope, it launches poor Ethan to the edge. Ethan’s nails bite into the flesh of your hips as he fucks up to meet you in the middle, and he cums into your waiting, drenched and grasping hole, spill all he has, tasting Billy’s cum thick on his tongue as Stu kisses the mess into his mouth, passing it on.

When Stu stops kissing him, and you put your next move into action, a hand between your legs as you make your way up, you still are doing what you initially wanted earlier before all this, you release your hand and while Ethan is still panting and not over his orgasm, you sit on his face. You’ve placed yourself just so, right over his mouth, his hands on your hips as he gets right to it as make him eat his own cum out of your cunt, you are content to ride his face as you breathlessly ask, “You guys eaten yet?”

They haven’t, Billy and Stu start to talk take out while you work yourself on Ethan’s face, intent on getting off one last time tonight.

#DELICIOUS #GOT ME LICKING THE GOD DAMN SCREEN BEX WHAT THE FUCK #everybody read this please #PLEASE #i fucking love free use #and GOD i love seeing Ethan just be so wonderfully USED aaah #title game 12/10 #I can't get enough of this catch me rereading it 4819396 times today #Poly!Ghostface x reader #Ethan Landry x reader #Billy Loomis x reader #Stu Macher x reader #slasher x reader #BEX I LOVE YOU

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