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Summary: After hearing about your new boyfriend, Jolly offers to help the two of you when it comes to pleasuring you.

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Noah Sebastian

CW: includes mention of unprotected sex (p in v & a), edging (emphasis on the journey not the destination), fingering with rings on (m and f receiving), oral (m receiving), creampie, cumplay, dbf!jolly, teenage crush mention and slight age gap vibes (reader is over 21), bf!noah, dom!jolly vibes, partner sharing, alcohol, threesome, aftercare included.

WC: 4.2k

AN: thanks to brainrot provided by @somebodyels3 💕

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“Enjoy the view, darling?” Jolly’s voice drifts in from behind you as you gaze out the window overlooking the city. Turning to face him, you let out a soft hum.

“It’s beautiful up here,” you muse, taking in the sight of the two glasses of wine he’s holding up. He offers one to you, and as he steps forward, you accept it. Your fingers brush his, sending a slight jolt of electricity through you.

“Very beautiful.”

There’s a slight smile forming across his lips, and something tells you he isn’t referring to the view—at least not the one outside. His eyes rake over you with such intensity it makes your skin flush and butterflies swirl in your stomach.

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t had a crush on Jolly, even long before now, but especially now. The man was like wine: only getting better with age.

You hold your glass without taking a sip, and he gestures toward the couch. When he invited you over tonight, it had been under the guise of dinner and a catch-up. He was a friend of your dad’s, and yet, you’d always felt like you were the one person he truly wanted to see. That alone made you feel special, sending that schoolgirl type flutter back into your chest.

You take a seat on the spot he gently pats, smoothing his hand over it as if to ensure comfort. The moment you do, he shifts closer, but only until your knees are touching, and your skirt rides up just slightly, revealing the faint lace trim of your stockings.

In truth, you’d planned to visit your boyfriend, Noah, after this. At least, that’s what you told yourself while pulling on your best ensemble—something you’d hoped would catch attention, and it had. Jolly’s eyes were focused, darkened with something like heat as he didn’t even try to hide the way he admired your exposed skin.

There’s appreciation in his gaze, something soft nestled within the hunger.

Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his wine and leans back against the couch, draping one arm casually across the back of it. “So, how are things?”

You quickly settle into the ease of conversation, updating him about life and work—until he hones in on the question that’s clearly been on his mind.

“So, I hear you have a boyfriend?”

Suddenly, you feel yourself growing flustered and shy, tucking your hair behind your ear as you shift in place.

“Yeah…” you mumble, unsure why the question makes you feel so suddenly nervous. Normally, you’d be happily boasting about Noah, his talents, his sweetness, but with Jolly, the words seem to stick.

“Come on now, darling. There’s no need to be shy with me.” He gently coaxes, the backs of his fingers brushing faintly along the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you finally nod, leaning forward to set the untouched glass of wine on the coffee table before leaning back—subconsciously shifting closer toward him.

“I hope he’s treating you well then. Taking good care of you,” he murmurs, his fingers still tracing slow paths across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is he your first?”

Your gaze drops, and you shake your head slightly.

“We, uh… we haven’t…” You stammer, shy and uncertain. “We haven’t done much.”

You tug at the edge of your skirt as it rides higher, a nervous fidget.

“Well, he’s at least made you orgasm, right?”

The question comes so boldly that your eyes widen. Your gaze snaps to his face, but Jolly just holds that familiar, unreadable smile—his tone serious, as if it’s a matter of urgency.

“Well?”

You clear your throat, but then he says your name, and the way it rolls off his tongue, soft and accented, makes your stomach flip. Your eyes flicker to his wine stained lips, and you lick your own before you can stop yourself.

He leans in slightly, fingers gently brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Maybe he needs to be taught a thing or two about pleasing his woman.”

You let out a soft scoff—part nerves, part disbelief at his boldness.

“Yeah, right. That’s funny.”

But his tone tells you he isn’t joking.

“Darling,” he says, voice low, certain. “I’m serious.”

Somehow, you manage to find the courage to text Noah and ask him to come over, sending him the address along with a message: someone important to me wants to meet you. You’ve only ever mentioned Jolly briefly, not because he isn’t important to you, but because he is. Somehow, that makes you want to keep him separate, untouched by the rest of your life. He’s always been your escape, your refuge, and now, you’re bringing the two people who mean the most to you together.

“You need to relax,” Jolly suggests, shifting closer. Your thighs are now practically touching as he raises his glass of wine, offering you a sip from his instead of the one you’d discarded earlier.

“Just a sip, darling. It’ll help,” he assures you, and you believe him. You always do. There’s something about the warmth in those brown eyes that melts you. With a soft nod, you lean forward, feeling the cool press of glass at your lips as he guides it gently, letting you drink before pulling it away again.

Then, he surprises you.

Cupping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he holds you steady as he leans in and kisses you. His tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, seeking entry, licking into your mouth for the lingering taste of wine, for a taste of you, while sharing what still lingers on his tongue with you.

You can’t help the moan that slips out. The way he kisses is so different from Noah. It’s sensual and hungry, devouring, and your thighs press together involuntarily. There should be guilt clawing its way up your throat right now, but instead, all that rises is another moan. Your fingers reach out, gripping the front of his shirt, curling into the fabric as you tug him closer.

This is what it’s like to kiss a man, you think. It feels like a dream come true, like the teenage crush you always carried inside you has finally erupted, scattering into a million little hearts. You’re sure they’d be visible around your head, or glowing in your eyes, when you pull back to look at him, completely captivated by the sight of the gentle yet domineering man sitting beside you.

“I don’t understand what you’re proposing,” Noah says, brow furrowed as he looks down at Jolly, who’s relaxed in his seat, arm draped casually along the back of the couch, his hand resting on your shoulder in a way that feels casually possessive. As though you’re his, not Noah’s.

“To help you,” Jolly replies with a shrug, completely unfazed by his own vagueness.

“I think I know how to fuck my girlfriend,” Noah scoffs, clearly offended.

You turn your head away, already flushed with embarrassment, especially as Jolly asks his next question.

“Oh, really? And what about making her cum?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Have you given her an orgasm?”

Noah’s mouth opens—first in shock—before he manages to croak out, “Of course I have! What kind of question is that?!”

“Are you sure about that?” Jolly’s tone drips with smugness, like he already knows the truth, knows the thing you’ve kept from Noah all this time, and you can’t help the wave of guilt that washes over you, because Jolly does know. He knows that, despite how sweet and perfect Noah is in every other way, he’s never truly satisfied you sexually, and you’ve lied—kept that truth hidden for so long, too afraid of bruising his ego to ever say a word.

His apartment could easily be written off as a typical bachelor pad, but the fully stocked fridge, the clearly well used kitchen, and the culinary skills he showed off tonight say otherwise. The bathroom is neatly organized, stocked with grooming essentials for both himself and his guests, and the satin sheets that greet you upon entering the bedroom are the final touch. It’s clear he takes great care of those he invites into his space, and tonight, that includes you and Noah.

While Noah lays back on the bed to watch, Jolly takes his time undressing you. He starts with your top, a strappy little thing that accentuated your chest, chosen with intent. You come close to feeling self-conscious the moment you’re bare, but Jolly doesn’t give the insecurity time to settle. His hands are on you immediately, cradling your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples while his mouth trails soft, faint kisses along your shoulder and neck. All the while, he’s murmuring the sweetest things against your skin—directed not only to you, but to Noah, narrating what he’s doing, guiding him in how to make you melt with barely a touch.

By the time you’re fully undressed—even your stockings slowly rolled down along your thighs by Jolly’s appreciative hands and mouth, you’re stretched out across his satin sheets, completely naked, bathed in the heat of his hungry gaze. Noah watches nearby, a little more bashful, but no less captivated.

“Darling, you’re going to tell me what you like, okay? I mean it—you tell me when you do or don’t like something.”

You nod, and you can see it in his eyes, there’s no hidden agenda. All Jolly cares about in this moment is your pleasure, and somehow, that only adds to the heat already curling low in your belly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, the soft praise making your chest flutter. It’s enough to make you want more, to chase whatever else he has to give you.

“Now, show me what you do,” he instructs—directed at Noah, who suddenly looks a little more embarrassed, like he’s ready to say no, but he shifts on the bed to one side of you, spreading your legs apart as his fingers glide up along the inside of your thigh.

You already know what he plans to do. It’s always the same: a little light petting, followed by the awkward way he tries to finger you—rubbing everywhere except your clit, until you’re left flopping around like a dead fish, desperate for him to just keep his fingers where you actually need them.

The sound you make is soft, not exaggerated, but it’s fake, and Jolly catches it.

You hear the faint click of his tongue. “I thought I told you to speak up when you weren’t enjoying something,” he reminds you.

But it’s Noah who interjects. “What do you mean? She loves when I do that!”

“Do you?” Jolly asks, and your stomach twists. You want to hide, bury your face away. Instead, you turn from Noah and give a slight shake of your head.

“Let me show you what you’re doing wrong.” Jolly shifts to the other side of you, gently moving Noah’s hand away from between your legs to replace it with his own. His touch is slow, deliberate, his fingers stroking over your folds with a confidence that makes your hips arch and a gasp slip from your lips. It’s a new kind of sensation—rougher, more sure than Noah’s ever felt.

Then he presses in and finds your clit, and it’s like a burst of electricity. Your eyes roll back as he begins to circle it slowly, gathering just enough of your arousal to slick his fingers before returning to focus on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Nice and slow, just like this. Understand?”

From beneath your hooded eyelids, you catch a glimpse of Noah watching, completely hypnotized by the sight. The bulge in his jeans is prominent, straining against the fabric. Reaching out, you rub your hand over it, teasing him through the denim while leaning further into Jolly’s touch, letting his fingers do all the work of pulling you apart.

It’s a slow build, nothing too intense, and that’s always how an orgasm has felt for you. The buildup has always been the best part, at least when it comes to masturbation. While your friends often spoke about how easily they could climax, some even multiple times in a row, you were different. You could edge for hours, content to hover at the brink until finally tipping over. It was about the journey for you—and you tell Jolly as much, as he gently coaxes it from you.

“So you prefer edging, darling?” he murmurs.

You nod, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

“Then allow us to edge you all night long.”

From Jolly, it sounds like the sweetest promise.

He leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s deep and sensual, stealing another moan from you, especially as his fingers sink into your cunt, filling you until you feel the cool press of his rings inside you. While Noah’s fingers might be longer, Jolly’s are thicker, filling you in a way that makes you feel stretched and needy, and his skill is unmatched—the way he curls his fingers, stroking right behind your clit, rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot until your hips are bucking with desperate need.

“Let me fuck you,” he groans against your lips.

All you can manage is a breathless, broken, “Please.”

You half expected Noah to refuse, to say he wanted all of this to stop, but now, after watching them undress, you’re the one on your knees, chest pressed into the pillows, ass in the air, with Noah lying beneath you, his head between your thighs, both you and Jolly essentially straddling him.

“Now, I want you to pay attention,” Jolly tells Noah, who can only moan in response as Jolly sinks his cock into his mouth, using your boyfriend as his own personal means to wet his cock in preparation.

“You’re gonna watch the way I fuck her, and learn a thing or two. Understand?” Jolly grunts, thrusting down into Noah’s mouth, pushing to the back of his throat before pulling out, a string of saliva still clinging to the tip.

That same tip then drags against your folds, coating you with the slick mix before he lines himself up, and with a slow, steady push, he inches into you.

You moan, hands fisting the sheets beneath you as your hips instinctively press back to meet him.

“Fuck, even this wet, you’re still so tight,” Jolly groans, one hand gripping the back of your neck gently while the other steadies your hip. He sinks in slowly, filling you to the hilt, staying there for a moment just to feel the way your walls clench around him—as if trying to pull him in deeper.

“You feel nice and full, darling?” he purrs, leaning over to nip at your shoulder before drawing back and slamming into you with force.

The sudden impact knocks the air from your lungs, a loud moan escaping as your eyes roll back. You match the rhythm of his thrusts, the drag of his cock along your walls only intensifying the pressure building in your belly.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this perfect pussy of yours. How long I’ve been dying to fuck you,” he pants, groaning between each thrust. His pace grows faster, rougher, holding your body in place as he drives into you.

Beneath you, Noah’s eyes stay fixed on the way Jolly’s cock moves in and out of your soaked cunt, the wet sound, the way his balls smack against you—it’s all too much. His hand fists his own cock, stroking quickly, until desperation takes over. He leans up, tongue out, first pressing to your clit and then dragging lower, licking along Jolly’s cock with every thrust, tasting the mix of both of you.

“Fuck, you dirty boy,” Jolly says in a surprisingly pleasant tone, catching the movement of Noah’s tongue. His hand shifts from your hip to beneath Noah’s head, holding him firmly in place as his tongue laps quickly and desperately.

Jolly’s thrusts slow—lazy, teasing—as he begins to alternate between dipping his cock into Noah’s mouth for an extra taste of you, then driving it back into your cunt with deep, deliberate strokes. The rhythm is intoxicating. If you could see beneath you, it would look like something straight out of a porno—the way Jolly uses Noah’s mouth like that, feeding him your taste before sliding back into you again, over and over.

Each thrust stretches you, fills you, while Noah obediently laps at Jolly’s cock each time it leaves you, craving more. It’s filthy, intimate, and overwhelming.

Jolly groans as the pleasure builds, his thrusts beginning to stutter, hips chasing the white hot coil tightening in his belly—ready to snap, and when it does, he buries himself deep, cock twitching inside you as he spills into you with a raw grunt.

“Fuck… gonna fill you up. Finally make you mine,” he murmurs, voice thick with pleasure.

He stays there for a moment, buried deep, before slowly pulling out. With one hand, he gently guides Noah’s head between your thighs and gives a single command: “Clean it all up.”

And Noah does—obediently, eagerly. His tongue meets your hole just as Jolly’s cum begins to leak out of you, licking it up without hesitation. He buries his tongue deep, intent on pushing out more, moaning softly against you. His nose brushes your already sensitive clit, sending another ripple of pleasure coursing through you.

You never thought you’d witness a sight like this—your boyfriend on all fours, his ass cheeks spread as Jolly fingers him. Two fingers, two knuckles deep, working him open with slow, deliberate care.

“Kiss him,” Jolly instructs.

You shift closer, cupping Noah’s face and lifting his head. “Look at me, baby,” you murmur, watching the way his eyes roll back as a moan escapes his lips from the way Jolly’s fingers curl inside him.

“Fuck…” he pants.

Just before you press your mouth to his, you hear Jolly’s quiet, almost smug quip: “That’s what I plan to do.”

It’s dirty, sensual, and somehow it only adds to the heat of the moment. He adds another generous amount of lube as he continues to work Noah open, slowly, thoroughly, preparing him for what’s to come, while you kiss him, slow and deep, just the way Jolly had been guiding you through all night. Your tongue glides with Noah’s, licking into his mouth, drawing a moan from deep in your throat at the intimacy of it alone.

Once Jolly is satisfied with how hard Noah is, and how well his hole has been worked open, he begins guiding you both into position. You lie back against the pillows, thighs spread wide, with Noah kneeling between them.

“You’re going to sink into her first,” Jolly says, voice low and steady, “and then I’m going to sink into you. Understand?”

You both murmur your agreement, breathless with anticipation.

As Noah leans over you, you reach for him instinctively, while Jolly’s hand slips between your bodies. He strokes more lube over Noah’s cock before lining him up, rubbing the tip between your folds, teasing your clit until your hips jolt in response.

“Nice and slow,” Jolly whispers into Noah’s ear, giving his lobe a light nip.

Noah obeys, slowly sinking into you. Your walls clench around him on instinct, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back as pleasure rushes through you. Behind him, Jolly’s hands settle on his hips, guiding him forward until he bottoms out completely inside you.

“Now hold,” Jolly says firmly, pausing with his hands still gripping Noah.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, and you feel the way that praise makes Noah’s cock twitch inside you.

Jolly’s hand caresses over Noah’s ass before moving behind him. With one hand, he spreads him open and lines up his cock, still slick with your arousal from when he’d just been fucking you, now freshly coated in lube. He presses the flushed tip against Noah’s tight hole. “Deep breath,” he murmurs.

Noah follows his instruction, fingers digging into your hips as Jolly slowly inches forward, feeling the tight stretch of Noah around him.

“Fuck!” Noah groans.

You cup his face in your hands again, cradling him close as his forehead presses to yours.

“It feels…”

“Yeah, baby? How does it feel?” you coax, your voice soft with encouragement, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

“So good,” he whispers, eyes rolling back the moment Jolly bottoms out, fully seated inside him.

One of Jolly’s hands strokes along Noah’s tattooed back, gentle and soothing. “Now, when I draw back, you’re gonna follow with your hips, and when I thrust, you’ll do the same. Okay?” Jolly explains, his voice low and deliberate.

Your fingers curl into Noah’s hair, tugging gently as you pull his head back. “Do you understand, baby?” you murmur.

He nods with a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Leaning up, you catch his lower lip between your teeth and tug, coaxing a low moan from him. He trembles above you as Jolly slowly drags his cock back, and Noah does his best to follow, thrusting deeply forward once again—right into you.

It makes you moan, the way his hips crash against yours, how deeply he reaches. Your legs instinctively lift higher, wrapping around him. Jolly’s hand grips Noah’s hip for control, the other caressing along your calf and up your thigh.

“That’s it. Just follow me—we’re gonna fuck her real good together,” Jolly purrs.

The words alone make you clench around Noah’s cock, trembling beneath the both of them, feeling every thrust of Jolly’s cock into Noah and how deeply it affects him—how deeply it affects you.

You feel it coming—the way it always does. The relentless thrusts from Jolly drive Noah’s hips forward, burying him deeper into you, over and over. The tight coil in your stomach starts to wind tighter, your orgasm inching closer with every deep stroke between your walls. Your hips arch to meet Noah’s, chasing the wave that’s building.

“That’s it, baby—fuck, I feel it. I’m so close,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging roughly as his cock twitches and throbs inside you.

Just as you’re about to beg for your clit to be touched, it’s Jolly who reaches between your legs—his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in perfect, deliberate circles, following the rhythm of your moans. He thrusts hard and fast into Noah, who falters, bucking forward into you as his own climax begins to creep closer.

“Not yet,” Jolly growls. “Gotta let her cum first. Learn to be a gentleman.”

It’s a taunt, but every thrust of his cock against Noah’s prostate has him teetering on the edge, and then, you fall apart first.

Your climax crashes over you, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at Noah’s back as your head tips back into the pillows. You cry out, moaning loudly as pleasure erupts through every inch of your body.

It sets off a chain reaction.

Your pussy clenches around Noah’s cock, milking him as he cums deep inside you, adding to the mess Jolly already left behind. The way Noah tightens around Jolly pushes him over too, groaning as he spills inside Noah, filling him completely.

Three bodies moving, moaning, trembling—lost in each other.

It’s Jolly who moves first, slipping from Noah before reaching between your thighs to gently guide Noah out of you. He leans over, sharing the most intimate of kisses with you, then softly encourages Noah to do the same. A small gesture, but one that helps ease the weight of the comedown, making you feel cared for and seen.

Jolly feels like a different man now. After the slightly domineering control he held over Noah earlier, he shifts effortlessly into gentleness—tender and attentive with you both. He ushers you from the bedroom into the bathroom, helping you into the shower, even going so far as to support your jelly legs with practiced ease.

He doesn’t miss a beat, tending to you both with quiet care—washing you, guiding you closer to each other, encouraging shared touches, and doting on you with affection and soft spoken praise.

“You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers to Noah while lathering shampoo through his hair, fingers gently massaging his scalp. You lean in close, an arm wrapped around Noah’s waist, watching Jolly with eyes full of warmth—like a lovesick teenager.

Noah practically preens at the praise, melting under Jolly’s touch. He’s gone from reluctant participant to someone who now wants more—seeking Jolly out with quiet longing.

When it’s your turn, you’re met with extra kisses—one from Jolly, then from Noah. Their fingers work gently through your hair, soothing and sensual. Sweet words are whispered from both sides, but it’s Noah’s soft coo that leaves you feeling warm and gooey inside, your chest full of something tender and deeply content.

Once finished, Jolly leaves you both to change into the clothes he’s provided—a T-shirt for you and a pair of boxers for Noah, while he takes a moment to change the bedding to something fresh after your evening together. When everything is ready, he ushers you both into bed.

You sink between them with a contented sigh, your head resting against Noah’s chest as his arm wraps around you—possessive and comforting. His fingers trace gentle patterns across your skin, grounding you. On your other side, Jolly presses close, draping an arm over you and letting his fingers rest against Noah’s side, offering you both the same steady warmth and care.

Your eyes grow heavier, sleep pulling you deeper as you melt into the safety of their touch. Just before you drift off completely, you hear Noah’s soft voice break the quiet.

“Maybe… you can show us more next time.”

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