#This is also why she could be in an m/m/f throuple but not an f/m/f one.

[starfoam]

❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?

Envy. It's not jealousy in the sense of fearing someone would take her partner away, but a deep-seated sense of inadequacy, particularly in comparison to other women. It is something she's working on, but there's still a sting every now and again where she looks at another woman and feels small. She tries not to let it interfere with her friendships, but it's gonna be a long way until she finally silences the voice telling her that there are others who have more to offer.

[hurlumerlu]

miw/neo/shin for the ship ask ?

Well obviously you can guess that I love them, I haven't been subtle about it (also thank you for diving in the tag and providing me with good gifsets u.u) I love them individually - though Miw's the best and the guys are both sometimes irritating in their own way, you can't change my mind - and I love them as a trio, but I also love how they (still as a trio) interract with other characters in universe and narratively, and I love every single side of their triangle, though again : Miw & Shin have such a fun and surprisingly meaty dynamic, it's definitely my favourite out of the three.

On that subject, it is really nice to see a polyamorous triad that isn't a perfect triangle but where the non-romantic side is given (roughly) as much weight as the romantic ones. Neo isn't here when Miw and Shin meet, and something sparks without him. There's this shift, in their first bedroom scene, where Miw is bringing forth this cute and nice persona but respond to Shin's attempt at sincerity by deciding that putting her more abrasive self forward is a risk worth taking, and it's pretty pivotal ? After that Shin trusts her even when it's... pretty obvious she's lying, and she reciprocate by simply wanting to spend time with him without expecting anything from him. Like, their friendship started before The Clusterfuck, it could have blossomed on it's own, and it is important from that point on (Shin #1 Miw defender).

That being said, I also enjoy having a f/m/m polycule where the woman isn't the arrow's head. I feel like the very few stories who depict this kind of situations tend to rely on the men being bro but desiring the same woman in a weird attempt to, idk, retain some heterosexuality ? Not that it works. But here it feels like they went out of their way to avoid that, and I am here for it. Everyone gets their turn in the middle, but Neo is the clear linchpin of the throuple. Remove him and they fall appart, because of their respective insecurities. "It's time for this movie to end", say Miw, because why would she saddle the rich boy with her trashy mess ? and Shin doesn't object because why would he bother this cool girl that his crush loves more than him ? The three of them are stupidly self-sacrificial in different ways. But yeah, it's Neo's belief that when it comes to love they are allowed to have it all that keeps them together and it's just sweet.

Speaking of insecurities, I appreciate that it does actually take more than them fucking once for their relationship to be all smooth sailing, and that most of their hangs-up are pretty realistic results of, uh, living in our world. Like, Miw & Neo's poverty and their complicated relationship re: sex-work that they keep throwing in each other's face (Neo straight up calling Miw a whore, Miw arguing that Neo's a bad romantic prospect because he's poor and vulgar and uneducated) ? And you cannot convince me that Shin's conviction that he's just not as important to them as they are to him is partly from experiencing homophobia and seeing himself as the gay option vs Miw/Neo as the normal path anyone would want to take. I mean obviously gangster dad is the biggest obstacle in their path but I like that they also face internal ones. I'm often frustrated by the way polyamory is sometimes presented as the solution to love triangles (especially in fandom spaces) because imo, the neat narrative thing an OT3 does isn't that it solves the problem, but that it creates different ones. The show does it beautifully.

On a more, idk, bird-eyed view perspective ? I greatly enjoy just watching them blaze accross Thailand ruining lives without meaning to. The Mae/Phon/Ter mirrorverse doomed trio, Neo's boss, that guy Oat, the hotel manager and her family, Neo's brother, Luang I guess, even arguably Vanika... never has a polycule been such an ill-omen. Incredible Natural Disaster Energy. Three will be free and yes that is a threat.

UGH there was something else I wanted to talk about but I forgot what it was, I didn't expect this to get this long and also I'm sick and my brain isn't working super well right now. Anyway : never forget Neo fucked the step-son right after the step-mom. Or that time when Miw flirted with Neo's brother, while Neo watched them with jealousy, while Shin watched HIM with jealousy. Terrible work, team, eat some pot-brownies and then hit the showers.

[amoebaforce]

Your writing is... muah! So good, i love the way u write characters. I can't wait to read more xoxo

Could i request thancred x wol x graha head canons? Preferably steamy poly stuff but fluffy would b wonderful too. Pls disregard if u dont write poly orz

i must admit i'd never considered poly!Thancred + G'raha, anon, but you are definitely onto something here. i think i'm slightly obessed. i chose a female WoL for this (mostly to make pronoun usage clearer), hope that's ok!

also, i know you said headcanons, but i thought this idea was just too good to relegate to bullet points, so please enjoy this sweet-and-spicy lil fic i have cooked up for you <3

pairing: Thancred Waters x G'raha Tia x female!WoL tags: polyamory, established relationship, alcohol mention, NSFW (mdni), threesome, fingering, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal sex word count: 1523

The decision to become a throuple was surprisingly simple. It was actually Thancred’s idea — one he proposed directly to G’raha, after realizing they were both vying for the WoL’s attention. Why should they compete, he reasoned, when the Warrior means so much to both of them? If they made the WoL choose, it would inevitably drive a wedge between the trio, and Thancred didn’t want to jeopardize any of their friendships. G’raha thought it over for a few days, but ultimately agreed. He and Thancred approached the WoL together, and after a long conversation, the three were officially an item.

The WoL was a little apprehensive at first, worrying that the men would eventually get jealous of each other despite their promises to the contrary. Fortunately, her fears were quickly assuaged when she realized Thancred and G’raha have a bit of a soft spot for each other, too. They’ve built up a fair bit of mutual respect and admiration through their work with the Scions, and their love for the Warrior has only brought them closer. Their bond transforms very naturally from platonic to romantic.

The throuple agreed at the beginning to take things slow, thinking it’d be best to get comfortable with their arrangement before escalating things physically. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t handsy with each other. One of Thancred’s hands seems to live in the small of the Warrior’s back. He never misses a chance to hold a door for either of them. G’raha’s greatest joy is to slip his fingers through his partners’ and trace circles on their knuckles. After a week or two, both of them are stealing kisses from the WoL whenever they can, and she never stops them.

One night, the WoL invites both of her partners to her apartment for dinner. Their light conversation turns hot over a bottle of wine, and suddenly all three are migrating to the bedroom. Thancred sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls the WoL into his lap, pressing her back to his chest as he feathers his mouth along the back of her neck. G’raha kneels between both sets of open legs, lips locked with the Warrior’s while his fingers trail down to her navel. 

They’re all consumed by the moment, by the litany of hands and tongues. Thancred pulls off the Warrior’s shirt and lets his rough palms glide across her breasts. When she shivers, he chuckles and does it again. G’raha trails his mouth down her neck and now-bare torso, nipping and sucking at her skin until she bucks against the sensations. His tail wags happily behind him as he reaches the waistband of her pants.

“Promise you’ll say something if you need a break?” Thancred asks softly, stroking one finger down the Warrior’s cheek.

“Promise,” she squeaks back, nodding quickly. 

G’raha hums against her lower stomach and tugs down her zipper. After a moment of shuffling and repositioning, the rest of her clothes disappear entirely, and G’raha’s head dips between her trembling thighs. The first touch of his tongue elicits a yelp, but Thancred is right there to steady her as she writhes. Soon, her gasps turn to low moans. She can feel Thancred’s length stiffen against her tailbone, twitching every time G’raha swirls his tongue around the spot that makes her whimper. 

The sound intrigues Thancred — he’s never heard his mighty Warrior make such a timid noise. He experiments a bit, rolling and pinching one of her nipples between his fingers until she does it again. Her world narrows until it contains nothing but this room, these men. Soon, she’s pushed over the edge, letting out a keening cry as her body arches against theirs. She pants through her aftershocks. Her head lolls back onto Thancred’s shoulder while he murmurs praise in her ear.

“You taste better than I ever imagined,” G’raha groans, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.

Thancred slides the WoL onto her mattress. His clothes hit the floor, followed by G’raha’s, and their bodies tangle with hers. Thancred explores her inner thighs with his lips and tongue, while G’raha keeps her locked in a deep, aching kiss. She whines for friction, adrift in the haze of lust, and Thancred slips two fingers inside her. The Warrior’s answering moan vibrates against G’raha’s tongue as it sweeps over hers.

“Gods,” Thancred mumbles, pumping his fingers slowly, “look at you. Both of you.”

The Warrior’s bleary eyes crack open. G’raha is pink-cheeked and swollen-lipped above her. His narrow pupils are blown wide, and she knows she must look just as addled. The thought sends lightning right to her core. She looks down to Thancred and sees his smirking face hovering between her knees.

“Come and get us, then,” she says, threading her fingers through his and dragging him upward. 

She shivers as his fingers leave her, but the absence of touch is momentary. Thancred kneels and slots his hips between hers, then pushes his palms into the backs of her thighs to angle her pelvis. She’s pleasantly pinned as he drags his swollen cockhead along her sex. G’raha groans at the sight. His own length twitches between his thighs, catching the WoL’s eye for the first time. She lifts one hand to G’raha’s hip, offering him a love-drunk smile.

“Can I?” she asks. 

He nods wordlessly, as if he doesn’t trust his voice. The Warrior wraps her hand around his shaft, and G’raha lets out a desperate gasp. His hips jerk involuntarily as she begins to stroke him. Thancred finally lines himself up with her entrance, and he sinks into her with a careful roll of his hips. All three let out a shattered groan. G’raha’s mind is swimming. He can’t decide what to look at  — his girlfriend’s beautifully undone face, or his boyfriend’s cock plunging into her. 

Then, the Warrior pulls G’raha even closer, lifting her head off the mattress to wrap her lips around his tip. She grabs the back of his thigh to keep him in place, tongue flicking and swirling, and what’s left of G’raha’s composure snaps. He whimpers shamelessly, eyelids fluttering.

“You too, Raha?” Thancred croons, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from the Miqo’te’s face as he bottoms out inside the Warrior. 

With a moan, G’raha melts into his touch. Thancred chuckles again, smoothing the pad of his thumb along G’raha’s lips. Their faces drift closer until Thancred captures his mouth, both sets of eyes rolling closed. The WoL groans wetly around G’raha’s length, shuddering as she watches Thancred’s tongue flash out from between his lips. Her core clenches around him, and he quickens his pace. His hips snap against hers over and over, tightening another coil of need inside her. 

Against the Warrior’s tongue, G’raha twitches and ruts, and she knows he’s getting close, too. She tugs his thigh forward and takes all of him into her mouth, and his pleasure-soaked wail breaks her partners’ kiss. G’raha’s hips flex as his hand fists in the Warrior’s hair. Thancred swears quietly. Two of his calloused fingers find her clit and circle it, coaxing a mewl out of her arching form. 

“Oh, Gods!” G’raha grits out. 

His length throbs in the Warrior’s mouth, then spills over her tongue. He grasps clumsily at Thancred, who is practically growling with approval as he lets him squeeze his arm. The Warrior sucks and swallows until G’raha is gasping and shaking, then releases him with a happy hum. As soon as G’raha is free, Thancred buries himself to the hilt and drags the Warrior’s attention back to her building orgasm.

“Give us another one, won’t you?” he asks, flashing her a teasing grin.

She can do nothing but oblige. A few more thrusts, and her coil snaps, sending waves of white-hot pleasure up her spine. G’raha’s hand loosens in her hair as she cries out, and he coos something sleepy and sweet in her ear. The WoL doesn’t hear it, but she ripples with affection anyway. Thancred moans as her body envelops his, her walls squeezing his cock so hard he can hardly move. One more shallow pump sends him crashing into his own climax. His hands are vices on her thighs as he releases against the deepest part of her, and she can feel the wet heat of his spend running down the curve of her bottom as she comes down from her high.

All three collapse into a pile, chests heaving. Thancred’s still locked inside the WoL, but he doesn’t seem to care. G’raha buries his face in the curve of the Warrior’s neck. His face is hidden, but she can tell he’s blushing by the warmth on her skin. For a moment, no one can muster the energy to speak.

“I– ah–” G’raha tries, wincing with overstimulation, “I love you. Both of you.”

His partners laugh quietly. It’s the first time any of them have said those three words, but somehow they don’t feel new. The WoL ruffles his crimson hair and presses her lips to his crown, while Thancred rests his forehead on G’raha’s bare shoulder. 

“We love you, too, Raha,” Thancred replies.

[luna-melon]

For the ask game lol

Peter

Nebula

Mantis

Phos

Toko

Aoi

Sakura

Papyrus

Sans

Ayyyy thanks for the ask. Been a while since I've filled out one of these memes <3

Answers below.

Peter OTP: Peter/Nebula, of course. If the 100k+ words of fanfiction I've written about them is anything to go by, they are my OTP of all time. <3 I want Peter to move on and find happiness with someone new after vol. 3 and the movie planted the seeds for these two ending up together in the future really well I think. BrOTP: This was the hardest to decide because I love Peter's friendships with all the other Guardians. Gonna go with Mantis here though because I love how she looks out for her bro and tries to steer him in the right direction. Wish we'd gotten to see more of them being siblings after the holiday special 'cause the confirmation that she was Peter's sister made me so happy! TuT OT3: Shipping Peter with Nebula and Gamora at the same time would be really weird so instead I'm gonna go with Nebula/Peter/Thor in like, a V shaped polycule where Peter is dating them both but Nebula and Thor aren't into each other. NOTP: Ro/quill. I don't think I need to explain myself with this one, but shipping the raccoon with the humanoid characters is weird and gross to me.

Nebula OTP: Same as above, I think her implied feelings for Peter in vol. 3 make all the sense in the world. I mean, why wouldn't Nebula fall for the same person as Gamora? That's just how her life is. I think these two being together would fit their arcs well. Nebula learns to accept that she doesn't have to always be competing with Gamora in order to be worthy of love, and Peter gets his shit together enough to see how Nebula stuck by and cared for him and how Gamora was right about how the person he fell for "sounds more like her." BrOTP: I love her friendship with Rocket so much! Two sad cyborgs goin' on adventures together for five years, I'd kill to see more of that. OT3: Same as above as well I guess, but I don't see Nebula being poly. NOTP: I'm fine with all the big Nebula ships really even if I don't consume their content.

Mantis OTP: I used to ship Mantis/Nebula back in the day and I think that's still my fave Mantis ship even if I no longer go there. I also like the idea of her having a crush on Gamora. BrOTP: Mantis and Drax are my favorite duo ever. Just a couple of strange goofballs pranking each other and causing chaos. OT3: Can't think of anything for this one. NOTP: I don't hate Mantis and Drax as a romantic pairing but them just being weird best friends means so much to me. We need more platonic M/F relationships like them.

Phos OTP: I like all the Phos ships but can't deny that Phos/Cinnabar is my favorite. I know you haven't read the manga yet but I reread this one part of it earlier in the week that makes me wanna throw Phos in the trash because we could have had it all!! xD BrOTP: I really enjoyed Phos and Cairngorm's dynamic. OT3: Phos/Cinnabar/Antarc. Idk how it'd work out but all I know is that I want all three of these rocks to be happy. NOTP: I'm not picky with HNK ships but I'm sure some people ship Phos with Aechmea so no thanks to that.

Toko OTP: Toko/Komaru! These two mean the world to me. Seeing Toko end up with an amazing girlfriend who supports and loves her after everything she's been through and the development she underwent in Ultra Despair Girls damn made me cry. BrOTP: I love the interactions between her and Makoto in her Free Time events. The Naegis are the only ones who can tame this girl. OT3: I like the Toko/Sayaka ship so I can imagine an AU where she survives and throuples up with Tokomaru. NOTP: Byakuya. These two are the worst for each other and no one can change my mind.

Aoi OTP: I very much enjoy her and Sakura together. BrOTP: Yuta Asahina deserved better and in my personal headcanon, he survives UDG and gets to see his sis again. OT3: I think Sakura had a boyfriend so sandwich Hina in between them. NOTP: Got no strong negative feelings for any Hina ships.

Sakura OTP: Same as above. Love me a big buff sporty girlfriend and her smol buff sporty girlfriend. BroTP: I really enjoyed her Free Times with Makoto, too. OT3: Same as above. NOTP: Also same as above. It's hard to go wrong with Sakura ships.

Papyrus OTP: I don't ship Papyrus with anyone but I remember liking Papyrus/Mettaton when I was younger. BrOTP: I fucking LOVE his friendship with Undyne. Anyone who doesn't call Papyrus and Undyne in every room in the game to see what weird shit they say is missing out. OT3: I got nothin'. NOTP: Font/cest. Don't understand why this is such a big thing.

Sans OTP: These days I like the idea of Sans being aroace but I remember having a very brief phase of shipping Sans/Asgore xD BrOTP: Him and Papyrus ofc, but I also like him seeing Frisk as a little sibling, too. OT3: Sans/Fries/Ketchup NOTP: Fr/ans. That is a child...

[ungirthed]

want to make a place for my thots of anything with no viewers if i remember to come on here. i cant believe i keep having to make these since i end up getting followers and interacting. but i'm an adult with shit to do irl and things to fight and this fandom is almost 20y old so idt i will do that. lol. just finished atla like 20y too late cos my parents hated me and my bro watching tv growing up. journaling/blogging thots!!! ugh. i wish i didnt hve adhd and dyspraxia lmao gonna split them up so i dont get overwhelmed reading my bullshit. if u stumble upon this it doesnt make sense sry

politically a lot of critique that i have to think about. character and plot wise it was pretty good and tight esp for a kids show. amazing female characters. can't wait for the bi agenda from LoK but i may take a while for that. p much i have to say these are great characters and i could talk a lot about them but i'm shocked at what i took away with regards to the romantic rships from the show and the characterization via it.

re love lines:

i wish kataang was written better in the show (MY opinion if any1 stumbles upon this). i don't ~ship~ zutara bc i am an adult and even back then no cos who cares lol but i see the appeal and am attracted to that. i do think we have to retire the trope of the "both sides but falling in love" not because it isn't possible but because post 10/7 (free palestine) i don't think it's worth it to look at it this way anymore. until someone proves themselves not worthy of death because of the resistance fighting back then they NEED TO PROVE THEMSELVES IMMEDIATELY. no more of this i'm in a concentration camp but he's a nazi bullshit. no more i'm a slave but he's the slave master's son (i mean in this case u could have been related but no1 listens to me!) it's repetitive, reductive, and untrue.

that being said: i just never care about the typical bildungsroman love story. you see the One Person bc i guess the kids tasked with saving the world have to be monk-adjacent (in aang's case quite literally) bc understandably theyre so fucked up lol. but it's always sooooo boring to me esp if it's f/m.

katara is such a complex character and mae whitman brings a wisdom to her voice that can be frustrating to connect with for me but her character arc, her strength, her MIND, her heart, and her fists. i think ppl probs like zutara the most when shes' going batshit and no one can understand aang's perspective. but aang is one of a kind and the cutest smartest sweetest loser ever. not my fav char but i love him. he's like if i had a younger brother and not an older one lmao.

of course they're (kataang) together. they were meant to be from the moment they saw e/o and that stupid cave kiss...this is why you don't wait until 32 to watch this lol.

but nothing surprised me and it was meant to be the way it was written. that's also why i find it understandable but shocking people in the universe and apparently outside of it were surprised at aang's turmoil over ozai. like are you joking? he's a 12 year old vegetarian monk. which: i loved his vegetarianism and obviously he was going to be but very casually they put in a line that hints as to why he would be and why many of us are...so i am dedicated to it again.

so wrt that and zutara...the episode where he's with her with the dude that killed her moms and his support of her i can see why people like them. the cave ep obviously but this show is veryyyyy free with affection i noticed and there's some jealousy but they all get over that pretty quickly. i read some of the comics and i could see different rships happening and i definitely think this world lends to queerness (me personally i love monogamy but a certain type lol so not rly interested in much poly but i do like a throuple) but i could see most being bi+ or having identified as that in the past, or labeling themselves but nto limiting. that's just an aside for meee...

so like katara was being katara. i could see suki and zuko being romantic but also a deep friendship that could be deeply affectionate either affect or physically or both bc that's who these ppl are. katara is a very intense person and that's part of why she can be annoying. that's part of why they ALL can be overwhelming. theyre intense, traumatized, repressed kids and teens with mostly good hearts (or just a person so disconnected from herself but also a fascist so u know. her going nuts lol)

hmm what else oh yea. so i came away with maiko......gjpasig the show was paced and plotted well. i am a libertarian communist (anarcho-commie) so MANNNNN i wish they did better on that front but again i must remember i am 32, ancom, and the world is diff. but anyway lmao so team avatar is who i would want to spend time with but i got so interested in mai and ty lee (mailee...). that beach ep conversation was so good, that whole ep, their argument. it was extremely teenage and showed how fucked up they all are. how confused and fucking lost and pathetic. how small their lives are. how boring....so mai...

[ch4nb4ng]

Affliction

Paring: chan x afab!reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, college party

Warnings: Making out, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, 69, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, mentions of erections, squirting

Word count: 4.9k

Tagging: This idea couldn't have been made without j (@jsung01) so thank you for helping me come up with this and proof reading it for me :( Also tagging el (@spilledtee) bc she said was looking forward to it so here's the notification!

Summary: The party was fun, Chan was great company, but when Changbin accidentally spills a drink you and stains your clothes, Chan is reminded of his dirty little fantasies where you happen to be the main character.

You began to laugh, simultaneously taking a sip from your almost empty red cup as you heard Jisung tell his so-called ‘scary’ story.

“Jisung dude come on,” Changbin snickers, playfully hitting him on the chest, “that was one of the funniest stories I’ve ever heard. There really wasn’t anything scary about it at all.”

The other 5 boys nodded their heads in agreement with Changbin. To be fair, Jisung forgetting his clothes in the communal dryer and then remembering as he was halfway through cleaning himself in the communal shower, then running from one end of the campus to the other with nothing but a towel wrapped around him for the second time: it was hilarious. Scary for him, but nothing but amusement for you and his 5 other friends.

However, the storytelling was one of the least fascinating things that were happening. There was a variety of things to focus on: the blaring music, the array of cups on the kitchen counter, couples, throuples, foursomes, making out in almost every corner of Chan’s house. But the main thing that was taking up all of your concentration was how close he seemed to be to you at this current moment.

You were leaning, gently sitting on the edge of the coucharm, Chan sitting right next to you on a single chair, his ankle accidentally brushing against your lower leg every couple of seconds. Although it seemed like some kind of innocent mistake, you knew it was anything but that. You could feel his eyes lingering on you with every collision of skin, the sting of his gaze burning holes into the side of your face. You wanted to stare back, see that lustful stare that you had only seen a handful of times; but with other people. You had yet to experience it, personally that was. You turned to him for a brief moment instead, causing him to freeze for a moment, a friendly smile forming on his lips as you finally met his gaze. He took his foot away, crossing his legs as a sign of defeat, knowing very well that he had been caught.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course y/n,” he smiled, sending you a quick wink.

“Then why do you keep kicking my leg?”

He said nothing, eyes drifting to your lips for a brief moment, a flush of butterflies erupting in your stomach as your eyes followed his trail, but you ignored it.

“So,” you began, hurriedly trying to change the subject, “how was your first two weeks? I feel like I haven’t seen you much.”

“Oh it was all over the place,” he sighed, taking a small sip in between his sentences, “all my professors are really nice though, so I cannot complain.”

“Who wants a drink?”

Seeing as your cup was already empty, the call from Seungmin across the room refilling random cups was perfect timing. Jumping out of your seat, you turned to Chan, holding out your hand as if to give him your cup, cheerfully strolling into the kitchen, gently nudging Minho out of the way and filling the two cups to the brim.

“Woah, y/n,” he smirked, grabbing you by the hips, placing him in front of you and closer to the keg, “someone is eager to party tonight.”

“What can I say Minho, I’m a girl that likes to have fun.”

He gave you barely any time to speak before the hands that had been placed on your hips were spinning you around, enclosing you in the small space between the kitchen bench and his body. His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes traveled up and down your body, eventually bringing them back up to meet your own.

“You want to have fun, huh?”

“Of course,” you scoffed, unfazed by his, in what your mind, was a poor attempt at trying to win you over, “Who doesn’t want to have fun?”

“We can have fun right now”, Minho tilted his head as he knelt his body forwards, drawing dangerously close to yours. ”You want to get out of here?”

You rolled your eyes, breaking free from his grip and turning away from his gaze.

“Nice try, Minho,” you yelled at him as you began walking back to where your friends had been , “Only in your dreams!”

You didn't bother waiting for his response, chuckling to yourself as you walked up to Chan, who had a puzzled frown on his face when he saw your giddy smile.

“What was that about?”, he asked you, nodding towards the spot you walked from.

You glanced behind you. “Oh, that? Just Minho trying to get in my pants again, nothing new”

“Oh, that must be annoying,” he chuckled, a painful one as he hid his jealousy behind a hefty swig of alcohol.

Truth was, Chan was well aware of the scene that had just unfolded in front of his eyes. He saw the whole encounter, the reminder of his annoyance apparent once he looked down at his palms and noticed the crescent shaped marks left by his nails digging too far into his skin. Even Jisung had taken notice, putting his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

He usually didn’t care who you spoke to, but Minho: Minho was another story. He had a strong disdain for the guy, especially due to his reputation that he had with other people. Using and discarding them like they were purely put in the earth for his and only his benefit. This was a minute detail, however, seeing as Minho wasn’t really involved much with Chan’s circle. He didn’t know what it was, but the idea of you ever having anything to do with the younger boy was infuriating. Not wanting to show said jealousy to you was integral to your friendship in Chan’s opinion. He still didn’t really know why he was so jealous anyway.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, quickly changing the subject. “I'm bored, do you want to go dance?”

“The fact that you even have to ask me speaks volumes about our friendship.”, Chan replied with a smile.

You shook your head, a placid smile on your lips as you stood up and took Chan’s wrist, beginning to mildly tug him to the living room dance floor. You began to giggle, but sadly you were interrupted, feeling something, more yet, someone clumsily hit your shoulder. Everything felt in slow motion for a minute, until you looked up and saw Changbin’s mouth open, two cups on the floor, and a wet patch covering your jeans.

“Changbin!”

“Fuck y/n, I’m so sorry, they just slipped out of my hand I-”

“It‘s fine dude,” Chan sighed, keeping his calm, friendly composure, “we know how clumsy you can be.”

You chuckled, admiring the way he was trying to make light of the situation.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

You nodded, following Chan upstairs to his bathroom. You were in luck, seeing as this was Chan’s house, he knew where everything was kept. Opening the cupboard in front of the vanity, you sighed, disappointed by the fact that your favorite pants were now ruined, sticky with alcohol and pure regret. You really should have worn the skirt that you originally planned to.

“Here, some paper towel,” he smiled, handing you the thin material, “do you need anything else?”

“You stood up from the edge of the counter top, looking down and seeing the wet patch coincidentally covering your crotch. A sudden heat came to your cheeks, feeling his gaze lingering in the same spot. The tension in the air had suddenly become thick, and you ripped the towel out of his hands, quickly turning around and attempting to clean yourself.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “I’ll just be in my room, while you, uhm, help yourself. I’ll give you a pair of pants to change into when you're done.”

You ignored him, praying for him to leave the room sooner. He was making it so weird. It was just a stain that happened to be in an unfortunate place. You rolled your eyes, forgetting how immature your best friend could be sometimes. It was seriously just a wet patch.

You grunted, trying with maximum effort to dry yourself as much as possible before opening the bin and chucking it in. Ignoring your thoughts, you opened the door, striding down the hall and to the left: Chan’s room. You knocked on the door, hearing the faint ‘come in’ from the other side as you opened it slightly ajar, making sure Chan wasn’t doing anything… weird. Why would he be doing something weird? He was genuinely just waiting for you so he could help you wear dry, comfortable clothes; he was being a good friend.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your friend sitting on the edge of his bed. The look on his face was odd. It wasn’t a smile, but it wasn’t a frown either. And why was he holding a pillow across his legs?

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you nodded, eyebrows now furrowed, “can I have that pair of new pants now?”

“Oh yeah sure,” he jittered, “they're just in my drawer.”

“Which one?”

The colour on his face began to drain. His legs shifted slightly. You had never seen him so stiff.

“Okay well, are you going to show me where?”

He looked at the floor, mumbling any barely coherent words comprehend.

“What?”

“I said, please don’t make me get up and show you.”

“Why not, I don’t know where they are, it is your wardrobe.”

He left you standing there. Not moving, not speaking, simply doing nothing. His stubbornness was making you frustrated, but it was when he moved the pillow against his groin slightly, that you noticed. The puzzle piece in your head was beginning to fit together, and create a perfect masterpiece.

“Why are you being so weird right now?”

“I’m not being weird,” he snapped, fixing his gaze on anywhere but your pants, “you’re being weird?”

“I am? You’re the one that’s acting like a robot right now. And why are you holding a pillow?”

He said nothing, again, making your frustration peak at a new high. Storming towards him, you gripped the pillow, giving him no time to react before you yanked it away, leaving him open, and extremely exposed.

“Y/n,” he yelled, now covering himself with his palms, “why did you do that!”

“Because,” you shrugged a smirk playing on your lips, “you were being really awkward. Now I know why.”

The chuckle on your lips was making him angry. This was so embarrassing for him. Being aroused over such a small thing. It was pathetic.

“Stop laughing,” he groaned, waving his hand in front of you, “it’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry,” you stumbled, gasping for air between each fit of laughter, “it’s just, how could you possibly have a boner right now?”

“Because of you.”

Your fit of joy came to a very sudden halt. Did you hear that correctly?

“Because of me?”

“Yes! Okay? Because of you, and because of that stupid stain on your pants.”

Your confusion was now at an all time peak. What the hell was he talking about? How could a gross beer stain make him so horny? It made no sense. You were distracted by your comedic enjoyment, completely unaware of how big his bulge truly was. Your eyes widened, cognitions solely focused on how much his cock was straining against his pants. Chan took notice, his arousal intensifying at the way you ogled him.

“You like what you see?”

“Uhm” you coughed, “I do, but what about me having a sticky stain on my pants, that obviously isn’t cum, get you so worked up like this?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he whined, tearing his eyes away from your intense gaze, “I don’t want to tell you.”

A sigh of annoyance escaped your lips. You did love him, but his stubbornness was something you wish you could slap him out of. You simply would not accept that as an answer, but there was a way you could get it out of him.

You took a couple of steps closer, inches away from him as you dropped to your knees, enjoying the choking gasp that was strangled from his lips as you became eye level with his raging erection. Placing either hand on his upper thighs, you sighed, pretending to be upset with your best friend.

“Come on baby,” you cooed, hands sliding closer and closer to his aching heat, “tell me, what’s got you so fired up right now?”

“I told you already,” he whined, momentarily moving away from you, “you.”

“Yeah, but,” you whispered, spreading his legs wide, “tell me more. Is this the first time you have thought of me like this?”

“Come on y/n, you know the answer, please don’t torture me like this.”

“Chan, come on,” you pouted, “you’re not making this any fun, don’t you want to have some fun?”

“Please,” he whined, feeling your index fingers barely brushing where he wanted you the most, “please suck me off.”

The forwardness of his statement took you back for a moment, subtracting your hands and looking up at him. His gaze was weak, but it was there. He kept them fixated on your pants. It didn’t matter anyway, the feeling of your hands softly rubbing over his still clothed cock was making you feel lightheaded.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes,” he hissed, no secondary thought coming to his mind, “I want you to suck my dick like you do to all those other guys.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, allowing his words to have maximum impact, “that would feel so nice.”

His voice, so dark and sultry, yet so needy and desperate was corrupting your thoughts entirely. Any prior hesitation you had about how this could change your friendship for the worst had dissipated. Every fiber of being wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around his anguished cock. Make him beg the answer you so desperately needed out of him.

Your left hand moved to his zipper, right hand unbuttoning the single button one swift motion. The sound of each tooth from the zipper felt like an eternity to him.

“Faster please,” he whispered impatiently, “please y/n, faster.”

You truly wanted to take your time: you really did, but as soon as he lifted his hips and helped your slip of his pants, and you saw his throbbing member, all coherent thoughts of teasing and taking your time were gone. The fact that he was wearing no undergarments was so hot. Almost like he planned for something like this to happen.

He didn’t, but he was getting hornier the longer he went without being touched. His thoughts were all over the place. There were so many times that he sat in this exact spot, with you in this exact position so many times. He stroked himself off at his desire for him to have his cock all the way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. The gags he pictured erupting and bubbling in your throat and spilling out of your lips had become so realistic. All of his fantasies he had created of you were basically brought to life. Chan truly thought that if he made his imagery of you participating in these filthy, naughty acts, they would satisfy his wants and needs, because he really thought that this would never happen. But it was happening right now, and my god, was he enjoying this 1000x times more than other erotic imaginations he once created.

You titled as close as you could to his shaft, coughing and parting your lips, letting a smooth line of saliva drip from your mouth, coating the tip of his slit, and causing his hips to jolt in anticipation. You continued your wet assault, pushing your tongue out flat as you licked a long, hard stripe up the backside of him.

“Fuck,” was all he could say, hands instinctively travelling to your scalp and interlocking anything he could hold onto.

You chuckled against him, finally letting yourself have a hint of how he tastes as you wrapped your lips around his tip. The hisses and groans that escaped his lips were nothing but music to your ears. The further you sunk onto him, the louder he became. You were sure someone from the party, oh yeah the party, could hear him; but you didn’t care. If anything, your excitement increased. The idea of someone, preferably one of Chan’s friends, hearing you make him feel this good was making you dizzy.

You began to take him in your mouth effortlessly, cheeks hollowing every time you reached the base of his cock. He pushed his hand in the back of your head, lightly thrusting his hips into your mouth, the gags that bubbled in your throat adding to his satisfaction to an even greater extent.

“Hmm,” you hummed, replacing your mouth with your hand to take a break, “is this how you pictured me?”

“Yes,” he grunted, looking down at you, “there’s so many things I want, you have no idea.”

You paused, taking your hand away from his cock, creeping onto the bed with your legs on either side of his hips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled, your jeans hit the perfect angle against your heart and you pushed down onto him, fiercely grinding yourself against him.

“Hmmm,” you moaned, enjoying the gentle friction, “is that why you got so turned on by my pants?”

“Fuck,” he paused, gripping your hips and attempting to speed up the awfully slow pace you had set, “you don’t know what I wanna do to your right now.”

“Tell me,” you whispered, lips resting in the crook of his neck, “I’m dying to find out.”

“I want to make you feel so good y/n, you have no idea.”

“Fine,” you hissed, taking your head off his chest and looking into his eyes, then his lips. God his lips. So plump and ready to be attacked. You leaned forward, lip attaching to his as you began to move ferociously, a combination of moans and groans being shared amongst the two of you as things really began to heat up. There was so much passion, so much lust. So much want and need from the both of you, just as hungry as each other for the other’s desire.

Chan pulled away, admiring the heavy pants of your chest as he grabbed your hips, much firmer than before. He pushed you aside. Standing up, he lifted his shirt, exposing his bare body to you. You had seen him shirtless a million and one times before, but this time, it was different. You were seeing him in a whole new different light. He was always just your innocent little best friend. But now, he was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on. His whole body was so toned, you couldn’t help it. Dipping your hands underneath your pants, past your panties, and into your folds was the only way to relieve the pent up stress you felt in your body at this current moment.

“You’re so hot,” he growled, following your actions in stroking himself, “does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against your own fingers, “can you touch me?”

“You want me to touch you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

“Stand up.”

You need say no more, as Chan brought you to your feet, swiftly discarding you of any and every item of clothing you had on your body. The heat rose to your cheeks as it hit you that your body was now completely exposed to him. He made a step closer, digits bruising against your stomach as Chan searched your body. He let his hands roam, making your body shiver under his tender touch. You could feel yourself melting, body barely able to stand as he moved closer. He let his finger travel closer and closer to your chest, softly brushing over your nipple to test the waters. Your body shuddered against him, a sharp intake of air coming into your chest in response. A smirk appeared on Chan’s face. He loved the fact that such little effort made you into a mess.

“You wanna know what I want to do to you?”

You nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself from the lack of control you had over your vocal chords. He pressed a kiss to your lips, creating a trail across your jaw, down your neck, and back to your chest. He looked up at you once more, simultaneously capturing your left nipple in his mouth as you opened your mouth, eyebrows furrowed, and hands interlocking in his hair as he harshly sucked on the exposed skin.

“I want to,” he paused, pressing a kiss to your left nipple, “make you cum so hard,” he paused again, pressing a kiss to your right nipple, “that you’ll be shaking, begging me to stop.”

The color of his eyes had changed, nothing but black whirling inside of them as he grabbed you by your hips, setting himself down on the bed first. He turned your body around, leaving your ass in his face and his dick in front of yours.

Chan bit down on his bottom lip, hands on either side of your ass as he spread your cheeks, humming in satisfaction as he enjoyed the view. Yes, he was ogling, but you didn’t mind, especially since his cock was right in front of you. You sighed, leaning down and taking him into your mouth once more, another groan erupting from behind you as he bucked his hips, trying to get a view of him sucking his dick like he had pictured.

“Fuck,” he spat, spreading your folds with this middle and index finger, “you’re so good at that baby, fuck!”

A hum of satisfaction came from your lips, your chest feeling warm at such a nice, gentle praise. The contrast between the sweet words, and the indecent acts that you were fulfilling.

You became lost in your sexual thoughts, eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed feeding into Chan's pleasure. His cock was also super nice to suck on. Just like a lollipop. You were truly in your element, that is, until you felt a wet substance. His noises were consistent, becoming slightly muffled as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, drowning them with his own substance as he painted a line down your core, prodding them at your extremely aroused entrance.

“Hmhm,” you whined, choking on his length. You took him out of your mouth for a moment, substituting your hand as you let out a loud moan.

“C-chan, that feels so good.”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, digging your hips into his fingers in any attempt to increase the friction, “so good baby.”

Your useless whimper was enough to send him into a buzz. He stuck out his tongue, aggressively attacking your pussy, teeth brushing against your bundle of nerves as you continued to rock against him. The moans, which were minor pants before, became an endless string of noise, the pleasure becoming immense the longer he kept his tongue against your clit. The gratification you were receiving from Chan’s minimal, yet extremely skilful kitten licks on your clit was so much, it was becoming hard to keep steady on his cock. You took your lips away once again, this time, pumping him hard with your left hand, your right hand gently massaging his balls as you saw his legs shake, committing to the desired impact you wanted to have on him.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, pushing two fingers into you, “you’re gonna make me cum right now if you keep doing that.”

“You’re close already huh?”

“Yes,” he growled, barely giving you time to respond, “don’t stop.”

His words motivated you greatly. You kept your hand on his balls, mouth now hollowed and returning to his tip. You began to suck, extremely harsh, wallowing and tracing his slit back and forth. The action caused him to jerk into your mouth; but you weren’t having any of that. Moving your grip to his sides, you giggled, pushing his hips aggressively against the bed. The last thing you needed was him helping you reach his high. You wanted to do this on your own, show him the good girl you really were and make him cum solely based on your skills.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, “I’m so close y/n.”

“Cum then.”

Chan said your name over and over, any and all vulnerability being exposed as his stomach coiled against your chest, legs shaking as his substance of the highest arousal coated your lips. You smiled, enjoying the taste of his orgasm that you brought him to smother you. You took a finger to your lips, sucking on them with no question.

“Hmm,” you purred, “all that pineapple juice you drink truly pays off sometimes huh?”

“Of course it does.”

You lifted your leg up, attempting to climb off the bed and stand up, but you were interrupted by a delightful surprise, Chan nipped at your ankle, hooking his arm around it as he brought you back to your original position.

“We’re not done yet pretty girl,” he growled, “turn around.”

You did as he said, his eyes now in line with your core. Hooking his arms around your knees, you gasped, taken aback by the brute force he used to bring you to his lips. You looked down at him, the look of eagerness in his eyes making your clit tingle in anticipation.

“You wanna know why your pants made me so wet?”

“Yes.”

His finger plunged into your folds once more, soothingly massaging your knub as you let out a ferocious moan in response to his attack.

“Because princess, I want to make you cum so hard, you’re squirting all over me.”

He attacked again, giving you no time to respond as he situated his palms across your chest, flicking your nipples mercilessly, lips basically suctioned onto your clit as your body jerked in response. Your head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly, as you began to lightly rock back and forth on this tongue.

“Oh fuck,” was all you could say, followed by his name in different high pitched whimpers, “Chan.”

He hummed against you, the vibrations doing wonders through your body. The knot in your stomach was forming very abruptly, becoming together with each millisecond as Chan continued his rough, yet very highly skilled blitz on you. Your head was feeling drowsy, your jaw was open wide, hips were becoming sporadic. Everything was leading perfectly to the moment you’ve been waiting for. The build up had become so intense within a small period of time, and Chan being relentless with your body was not helping.

“Right there,” you gasped, looking down to see the edge of his tongue inside of your whole, “oh my god right there please baby don’t stop.”

The begs and pleads of mercy that escaped your lips every few seconds truly was music to his ears. He wanted to stop every second moment, fill your mind with the dirtiest of words and humiliate you, but you were already too far gone, and he would feel guilty in some way if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

Your legs were beginning to shake. Your hair was disheveled, your own hands tugging at the roots as you slid yourself farther and farther down onto his tongue, letting him fuck the shit out of you with his mouth.

“Chan please,” you moaned, becoming completely lost in the pleasure, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me then,” he paused, reattaching his lips to your clit, “I want to see how good I make you feel.”

Your breaths were already extremely heavy, a soft grunt coming from your lips. Everything had suddenly become so overwhelming. He could tell you were feeling it too. The way your face was flushed, and the perspiration that had gathered across the sleekness of your collarbone; it made him want to go even harder. His tongue was now moving at an ultra fast pace. His change in tempo made you scream a little, unaware that it was humanly possible to do something as good as this. It was enough to finally take you over the edge.

Your body became numb, hips gently curling around Chan’s tongue as he let you ride out your high, the excess stimulation making your body completely shut down. You collapsed on top of him, completely unaware of doing so. Your vision had become blurred, and all you could feel now was lying beside him, hands enveloping you into a warm embrace. You looked over at him, your face turning into a state of shock when you saw the mass liquid glistening across his entire chin.You lifted a hand, trying to clean it off of his face, and save yourself the embarrassment and reminder that it was Chan, your best friend, who had brought you to such a distraught state. Over an accidental beer stain.

“Oh shit, I wanna say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”

“Don’t be sorry y/n,” he smirked, “that’s exactly the response I was looking for.”

[littledemondani]

just this once | duncan shepherd x fem!reader x andy dolan

kinktober day 2: threesome

warnings: m/m/f threesome, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgy, double penetration, pwp

word count: 2.8K

a/n: this turned out way longer than i ever intended it to be and i'm not even sorry. i had been sitting on the idea of andy x reader x duncan for a long time and i really hope you all like what i came up with!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Y/N asked her bf, Andy. “I mean..you don’t think we’ll regret this?”

They stood in the doorway of the mansion they had walked into, drinking in the sight before them.

People. Lots of people. Completely naked. Some fucking, some chatting.

When Andy first spilled the details of getting invited to a sex party at an undisclosed location in Hollywood, Y/N laughed. She didn’t take him seriously. And why would she?

They had been through a lot over the past couple of months — with Andy’s addiction and fall from grace. There was no way going to a sex party was going to make things better for Andy’s reputation.

Yet, here they were, standing before a sea of recognizable and not so recognizable faces.

Andy takes Y/N’s hand, rubbing soothe circles along the back with his thumb. “It’s going to be fine. If you’re uncomfortable, then we can leave. I promise.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. I’d say let’s get a few drinks, but.”

Andy chuckles lightly, nodding as he does so. “That wouldn’t be a disaster.”

He leads her through the crowd of people, hoping to find an empty space where they could sit for a moment. Along the way, they came across two men making out, while another knelt between one of their legs and sucked on their cock. The scene made Andy’s cock harden slightly under his pants and he reaches down to palm himself slightly, chewing the corner of his lip at the contact.

He began to imagine another man sucking his cock while Y/N sat on his face, her nails gripping tightly onto his hair like a vice. It had been a while since he was involved with a man, or even had a threesome, since before Y/N came into his life. He decided to approach the subject with her once they sat down.

They sat on a love seat in one of the formal living areas. It was one of the places untouched by the other members and the perfect spot for them.

Y/N looked to Andy, her E/C eyes finding solace in his familiarity. “So. What are you thinking so far?”

It was as if she knew what was going through his mind. And she did. She knew Andy was sexually experienced. It showed in the way he fucked her, touched her, and made her cum harder than anyone else has done before. She also knew that he was hypersexual and that enjoyed having multiple partners at a time — a part of himself that he repressed when he met and fell in love with her.

“I think…,” he says, his voice trailing off. He looks around, his darkened blue eyes falling on a woman standing up, being held from behind by a man as she gets her pussy eaten. He swallows thickly, licking his lips before turning his gaze back to Y/N. “I think this night is going to be very interesting.

Not the answer Y/N was expecting, but, she nods in agreement. Her own gaze falls on the same throuple and she can’t help the moan that lodges itself in her throat.

The woman’s head rests on the man’s shoulders, his large hands grabbing at her breasts and tweaking her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her face is contorted in pleasure and soon enough she cums, grinding erratically on the face of the person eating her out.

Y/N is overcome with arousal, heat flooding throughout her body. She tears her eyes from them to Andy.

He, too, has his eyes on them, his chest visibly rising and falling as his breathing becomes ragged. Y/N scoots closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh.

“Did that turn you on, baby?” she whispers into his ear.

Andy nods, swallowing once more. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low and dripping with lust.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, tugging his lobe between her teeth. “And you’ll get it.”

He shivers at the close proximity of her, his eyes rolling back a little. “I want to eat that fucking tight pussy of yours,” he says. “And I want you to suck some other guy’s cock while I do it. Then I want us both to fuck you senseless.”

His words go straight to her core, causing fresh arousal to pool on the gusset of her thong. She brings her hand to his cock, moaning at the feel of the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “What else do you want?”

He groans, tipping his head back as her hand massages and cups his erection. “I want you to take your fucking clothes off. Now.”

Y/N smirks and stands in front of him, blocking his view of the party. She slowly slides the zipper of her short, black dress and lets it fall around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black thong that left very little to the imagination, and her black Louboutins. She steps out of the dress and stands between Andy’s legs.

His hungry eyes rake over her body before meeting her own eyes. He reaches out to touch her, ghosting his fingers along the expanse of her stomach, admiring the goosebumps that form in their wake. “Get on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees. She leans forward, mouthing at his cock over his pants. Andy releases a soft moan, his hand immediately finding purchase in her hair.

Y/N takes her time teasing him, relishing in the power she has over him in that moment. She controls how worked up he gets, and how much attention she wants to give him. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get him to beg for her to finally take his cock in her mouth.

She flicks her gaze up to him, lashes fluttering as she takes in the sight of him. His button up his opened to his chest, brunette curls draped over his forehead as he looks down at her, his pupils blown with intense arousal.

“You want me to suck you off in front of all these people? ” She asks, unzipping his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. “Show them how fucking good I make you feel?”

He nods rapidly, unable to form a coherent sentence from how hazy his mind has become with lust.

Y/N pulls his pants off of him and discards them with her dress, moaning at the sight of his cock as it bobs free. It’s thick, with protruding veins that make Y/N’s mouth water, a perfect mushroom-shaped head, and just the right length to where it isn’t uncomfortable for her.

She takes his cock in her hand, licking her lips as the precum leaks with each pump she makes. She darts her tongue out and swirls all along the crown, keeping her eyes on Andy.

He grips her hair tightly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock. When he opens them, he’s met with a similar pair of crystal eyes from across the room.

A tall, lean man with similar brunette curls to Andy watches them both intently. Andy recognizes him as the one who ate that girl’s pussy and he shoots him a wink before smirking softly.

Y/N bobs her head along his shaft, inching him all the way down until her nose is flush with his pelvis. She holds still for a moment, savoring the erotic moans spilling from Andy’s lips.

He keeps eye contact with the mysterious stranger, guiding Y/N’s head up and down his cock as he does so.

The man makes his way over to them, and Andy suddenly feels his cock swelling in her mouth, growing impossibly harder. He comes around them and sits next to Andy, not saying a word as he leans in and presses his lips to Andy’s.

Y/N notices the man, her eyes glued to him and Andy as they make out. Her cunt pulses with need and she reaches her hand down on top of the thin fabric of her thong. She drags a finger along the dampened fabric several times, teasing herself until she can’t take it anymore. She pulls the fabric to the side, moaning around Andy’s cock as she rubs the wetness over her throbbing clit.

Andy moans into the kiss at the vibration of the sounds Y/N makes, bucking his hips against her slowly. He pulls away from him, trailing his eyes from his lips back to his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Duncan,” he says, reaching over to finish unbuttoning Andy’s shirt. “Duncan Shepherd.”

Andy introduces himself and Y/N, all while Duncan slips the shirt off of him and tosses it onto the tile floor.

Duncan leans down, taking Andy’s left nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue a few times before gently scraping his teeth over it. Andy squirms a little, his plump lips parted as a long, exasperated moan tears itself from his chest. “Mm…fuck that feels good.”

Y/N continues her movements along Andy’s cock, keeping perfect rhythm as she pumps two fingers inside of her soaked cunt. Arousal coats her palm and drips down her thighs, making an obscene sloshing sound with each thrust of her hand.

She pulls him from her mouth and removes her fingers from her pussy, gasping for breath as she does so. Andy looks to her at the loss of her warm throat, making a ‘come here’ motion at her. She stands, straddling his thigh with one leg as she leans down and kisses him hungrily. Andy groans against her lips, rubbing his hand along her side.

Duncan kisses up Andy’s chest, over his jaw, and meets his lips with Y/N’s. She pulls away from Andy and capture’s Duncan’s lips. The kiss is a lot softer than she was anticipating. But his mouth moved seamlessly with hers — as if they had done this a thousand times before. Andy groans at the sight of them, grabbing at Y/N’s breasts before tweaking her hardened nipples. She moans into Duncan’s mouth, deepening the kiss as she brings her hand to the back of his head and pushes him closer to her.

Andy manages to get the rest of his clothing off, stroking his cock as the two continue kissing above him. Duncan pulls away, his breathing ragged as he looks between the two of them. “Shall we move this somewhere that has more room?”

“Lead the way,” Andy breathes, giving his cock one last pump before helping Y/N off of him.

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Y/N lies on the California king bed, her back half propped against the many pillows. Andy and Duncan take turns lapping at her pussy, both men eating her out like she’s the best meal they’ve ever tasted. Andy sucks her clit into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to rub the protruding head. Duncan swirls his tongue around her entrance a few times, teasing her before penetrating her.

Her back arches off the pillows, pulling Andy’s hair roughly as she does so. He groans against her pussy, and sucks on her clit with fervor. Duncan removes his tongue and replaces them with his fingers, licking his lips as they slide in and out of her cunt with ease. “Look at how wet you are for us,” he groans, keeping his eyes on her pussy. “You’ve practically soaked the sheets.”

Y/N lifts herself on her elbow, propping herself to get a better view. A moan escapes her at the sight of the two hot men licking and sucking her pussy. “Oh fuck…,” she breathes. “Mm..”

Duncan removes his fingers and climbs over her, straddling her face. He brings the tip of his cock to her lips and she eagerly takes him inside, bobbing her head eagerly along his shaft.

His cock is different than Andy’s — it’s longer, curved, with not as much girth. But she feels full, and begins to wonder what his cock would feel like in her pussy, or ass. The thought makes her clit throb in Andy’s mouth.

He suckles for a moment longer before pulling back and lining his cock up with her entrance. He slowly sinks inside of her, tipping his head back with a loud groan as her wet, warm walls envelop him. “Fuckkk,” he hisses, thrusting slow and shallow as he eases himself all the way inside of her.

Duncan braces his hands on the headboard, using it to help him thrust inside of her throat. “That’s it,” he moans, locking his eyes with hers. “Taking my cock so well.”

Y/N brings her hand to her sensitive clit, rubbing tight, soft circles. Andy stills once he’s fully seated, allowing her some time to adjust to his size. He watches as she plays with herself, his cock twitching inside of her. “Who knew my baby girl was so naughty,” he teases, slowly beginning to thrust. “Wanting to have two dicks inside of her filthy holes.”

She moans, increasing the pressure on her clit as she does so. She loves when Andy degrades her, and even more so when he does it in a way that’s masked behind that sweet, honey voice of his. Her walls clench repeatedly around him and he pushes her hand away, not wanting her to cum just yet.

Duncan thrusts himself further down her throat, holding her head in place so she can deepthroat him. She gags, tears springing to her eyes as she struggles to breathe. He releases her after a moment, setting a rough, fast pace as he fucks into her throat.

Andy picks up the pace as well, his own is steady and not as brutal as Duncan’s. The contrast between the two of them has Y/N’s head spinning. Where Duncan is rough, Andy is gentle. The perfect combination that she didn’t know she ever needed.

Almost as if they were communication telepathically, both men remove themselves from her. Duncan sits on the bed and helps Y/N on top of him, turning her so her back is flush with his chest. He holds her up by her thighs and Andy squirts some lube onto his cock, stroking it to coat it entirely. Once it’s good and ready, Duncan carefully eases into her ass. Y/N moans filthily, the sound almost pornographic as Duncan’s cock stretches her open. She gazes up at Andy, her face contorted in pleasure.

Andy pumps his cock, leaning down to kiss her with need. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging a little before biting down softly. He situates himself at her entrance and pushes in, groaning as he does so.

Duncan bottoms out, his cock throbbing with how tight her grip on him is. He waits for Andy to settle before he begins to thrust against her.

Y/N moans loudly. Her thoughts are clouded as the coil in her stomach begins to tighten with each thrust they make. All she can focus on his how fucking good Andy’s cock feels in her cunt, hitting her sweet spot with ease and making her cream all over him — and Duncan in her ass, his cockhead hitting against Andy’s, sending shivers down her spine.

Duncan lifts her up a little higher, getting a better grip on her thighs. “So tight,” he groans. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He thrusts a little faster, causing his heavy balls to slap against her cheeks.

The sound of skin on skin, heavy pants, and loud moans fills the room, egging each of them closer and closer to their peaks. Duncan cums first, a warning barely past his lips as he shoots ropes of hot cum into her ass. He keeps thrusting through his high, drawing it out as much as possible, his fingers pressing hard against her skin.

Andy holds back his own release, wanting Y/N to cum before him. “Go ahead and cum. Soak my fucking cock like I know you can.”

Y/N cums before Andy can finish his sentence. Her orgasm rocks through her, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure all throughout her body. Her release triggers Andy’s, and he cums hard, painting her walls with his seed. “Oh fuck!”

The three of them ride out their highs until they can’t anymore, collapsing together on the massive bed. They don’t say a word, not until they all collectively come down from their orgasms.

Andy looks to Y/N, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, giving him a soft smile, totally blissed out. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Duncan is the first to sit up, turning his attention to the two of them.

“I really enjoyed this,” he says, brushing a hand through his messed up curls. “If you’re up to do this again, I’m staying at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills until the end of the week.”

He gets up and leaves the room before either of them can answer, smirking to himself as he walks out.

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