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Kinktober 2021 - Day 2 Prompt: Against A Wall l Suspension l Threesome Pairing: Stu Macher x GN!afab!Reader x Tatum Riley

TW: NSFW

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"Damn. Now this is a view."

You snicker and Tatum rolls her eyes. Stu was laying down on his bed, looking down at you two between his legs. A smarmy grin graced his features and he looked the utter picture of bliss, his long arms crossed behind his head against his plush pillow.

You had give a kitten lick to the head of his cock as Tatum licked up the side of it. Once her plush lips met yours at the tip, you couldn't help but pull her into a lustful kiss, prompting Stu's lascivious comment.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to this type of special treatment. You're going to have to do double the work later to please us for this." Tatum snarked as she began to lazily stroke his shaft, pulling the leathery skin up and down in a way that had Stu's abdomen flexing and head tilting back in pleasure.

"Mmmm. Yes ma'am."

You give another snicker at this and give a playful bite to his thigh, earning a small yelp as he looked back down at you.

"Eyes over here."

Stu's tongue lolls out briefly before he bites his lips with a nod, eagerly continuing his show.

"'Course, of course. Don't wanna miss this viewing. It's prime time in here!" Stu guffaws and it seemed like he had more to say, but a guttural moan stopped that as Tatum takes him to the hilt in her mouth, slowly drawing up with a powerful suck.

You follow right after, using the same technique. After all, Tatum would know what Stu liked best. She was his girlfriend after all. You had hardly believed your ears when Tatum had approached you one day and casually dropped that she and Stu wanted a threesome with you. You suppose you shouldn't be too shocked. Tatum was always eager to include you in her plans and was always playing with your hair, no matter what length it happened to be at the time. And Stu was touchy, far more touchy than he usually was with others.

You had always wondered why Tatum was okay with Stu hanging off of you more often then his other friends. And now you knew why.

Positioning changed as you reminisced, and you find yourself on your back, Tatum's dripping pussy suspended above you, and Stu's large bulbous cockhead prodding your entrance. You could hear more than see them pull each other into a kiss, Tatum's small whisper of "Love you babes" and Stu's equally quiet reply of "Love you too Tatertot.", and before you know it, Stu is sinking into you and Tatum is lowering her 'lips' to meet yours.

The chorus of moans that rang out sounded like music to you three, and the combination of taste and sensation had your eyes rolling back.

"Fuuuck. Y/N, you're so freakin' tight. They're really giving you a run for your money babe." Stu groaned out as he bottoms out, and the delicious stretch had you sinking your tongue into Tatum before sliding to her clit and rapidly flicking.

"Oooh~." Tatum ground out as you switch to tight circles. "Jeez, that tongue. Better watch out yourself Stu, this is some- ngh - serious competition here."

The praise from both had pride swelling within you, spreading a warm feeling throughout your body that was only further exacerbates by Stu beginning an even pace and Tatum's manicured fingers making contact with your own clit, using your juices and applying even pressure in tight circles.

You half expected them to kick you out when you all finished. The three of you in the bathroom in various states of undress as you cleaned up. But to your surprise (that's been happening a lot with these two lately), you find yourself between them on the couch, blankets pulled up and popcorn served as the low lights of some Western thriller played.

Tatum's head was in your lap, nails gently scratching your thighs, and Stu's arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he pulled you to his chest and gave you a kiss on the temple, his other hand entangled with Tatum's.

You had no idea what to make of this situation. Was this a one time thing? A friends with benefits set-up? Or did they want you as a serious part of their relationship.

The low drawl of a snarky line from Clint Eastwood's character broke you out of your thoughts, your attention now to the ensuing bar fight on screen, and you shelve your speculation for later when you have that conversation with them. Because regardless of what this was, in the low-light of the television, you feel content.