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st4rbwrry · 3 years ago

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emo boyfriend's. sasuke + eren.

cw: fem!reader, two obsessive boyfriends, polyamory, jealousy, threesome, public play, oral ꒰ f & mxm ꒱, power dynamic . . . mostly eren, domesticity, spoiled reader in terms of getting plowed lmao, use of a collar & leash, body worship, use’s reader like a toy, sort of bimbo reader?, dubcon!, overstim, clit spanks, degradation, pet names, slight humiliation?, breeding, this is kind of self indulgent, black coded.

mocha's note .ᐟ thought i’d put my two husbands in a scenario. the og and the current lover. two emo fuckers.

eren and sasuke were a hell of a psychotic duo. to this day, eren will never understand what you saw in sasuke. and sasuke to him. unfortunately, they had to tolerate one another for the sake of your love. you loved them. you remembered the stunned expressions on their faces the day you told them. sitting on your knees on your bedroom floor, both men seated on your loveseat and looking down at you as you massage both of their thick, inner thighs. a cute pout on your face and a soft tone in your precious voice. batting your lashes and innocently babbling about how you couldn’t live without them. how one just wasn’t enough for little ole you. that if you were going to be around each other all the time, you needed to be together. as a whole.

and not long after, you had their cocks in your mouth, giving them those big eyes of yours as your bubblegum lips encase around the heads of their dicks, sharing. because that’s what they needed to learn. how to share you. story goes like this. you were friends with sasuke since highschool. fucked around here and there but it was never labeled as more than that. then, when you started working at a flower shop when senior year began, that’s when you met eren. the cute chestnut haired and jade-eyed boy whose smile could break hearts. he was so sweet to you. helping you out with cutting and arranging flowers on your first day since they were a little complicated. showing you how to maintain the greenhouse. stayed with you to close the store and always offered you a ride home. you said yes after the second time. he greets you with a wave every morning, a matcha green apron always around his waist, tight fitted jeans and usually a black long sleeve that’s rolled to his elbows adorned on his . . . godly physique.

sometimes sasuke would stop by to see you and you’d come to his usual table far in the back of the cute little shop under a huge portrait of a yorkshire sniffing tulips and sitting with him to chat for a bit. helping him with math since it wasn’t his forté. sasuke uchiha was . . . pretty. of course you’ve known that ever since he laid eyes on you. sitting in a seat he claimed his literally the first day of junior year. never bothered you about it, just sat down and kept his peace. sasuke was an observer. of people, of things, of life. he knows what to target for his emotional satisfaction and what to stay far away from.

but you, god you were something foreign. a sweet treat he couldn’t wait to take a bite out of. but, he was smart. he reeled you in slowly before taking that jump. didn’t wanna scare you off because of his demeanor. one thing sasuke was oblivious to was his looks. he was one hell of a man. sleek long obsidian hair that grazes his shoulders with every heavy step he takes. slim and on-guard posture. soft spoken, and boy, didn’t you fucking adore a soft spoken man. the epitome of fuck me sideways. and the first time he did fuck you, it was surely a trip. maybe a little embarrassing considering the second you climbed on top to ride him, not two minutes in and he was cumming like he’d never experienced such a thing. hissing, whimpering, spanking your ass and telling you that your pussy feels s’fucking good, doll. you giggled and kissed his face, consoling him after he apologized consecutively.

you liked sasuke. a lot. so much you hold his hand wherever you two go. keeping him close because deep down inside? you’d grown possessive over him. any woman so much as glanced his way and you were on them like white on rice. staring them down like you were on a hunt for prey. and they’d look away almost immediately. sasuke never caught on. never cared about anyone else, to be honest. only you. he doesn’t realize how beautiful he is. sometimes you catch yourself nibbling dumbly on your sweater or your acrylic whenever he speaks to you, mind drifting elsewhere.

“no, baby,” he’d chuckle and pull your hand away to get you to focus. whether he’s helping you study, teaching you how to play a game on his playstation when he knows your nervous about losing, or when he’s fucking you absolutely stupid on his cock. yanking your hands away and shoving them down on the bed, or crossing them behind your back, or holding your hands. you drool and cross your eyes every time.

then, there’s eren fucking yeager. it’s no surprise that he wanted you. he said it from the start when he dropped you off at home. saying he wouldn’t mind having you over his sometime. a cute, flirtatious note that held a sultry meaning behind it. the way he looks at you was confirmation enough. eating you up when your hips switched and you pranced around the shop to sweep up fallen flower petals, humming calmingly to the music that played on repeat all day. you and eren close together a lot. in most of the staffs eyes, he’s technically the manager. short staff, to be frank. which is why you’re closing most days. then there’s that one fucking day when it happened. when he said he wanted to play you a song that made him think of you. puts on speechless by fucking beyoncé. it makes you laugh, actually. at the same time, when he stalked towards you and your grip on the broom in your hand became tighter, his cologne whiffing over your nose and a murky tone encases his eyes . . . you know. you know he wants to kiss you.

and kiss you he fucking did. the sound of literal spit swapping, his jaw shifting and clenching as he sucks on your lips and pulls you into him by your ass, gasping in his mouth when he draws your closer with a firm spank over your floral printed white dress, whimpering at the outline of his dick against your tummy. he’s grabbing your face with force, smacking his lips on yours and groaning into your mouth. it’s the most passionate kiss you’ve had in your entire life. when he pulls away, you’re actually immobile. lips red and pouty, broom discarded to the ground, and pupils blown like the moon.

“can i give it to you?” a simple ask but oh so hard to answer, especially with the way his pretty hair drifts over his daunting eyes as his hands undo his leather belt. you swallowed. thinking of sasuke. how he would feel. if you’d feel shitty after. but . . . you’re not cheating. it’s not cheating. sasuke was your best friend. but you felt so much more for him than that. eren was also very special to you. the only thing that conjured up in constellations of your mind was ‘they need to meet so they can both be mine.’

so, he fucked you. yeah, it was downright filthy and goddamn did you need to soak when you got home, uncomfortably sore. he fucked you on top of a table right in the center of the store, the smell of orchids making you dizzy on top of his cock pounding salaciously into your soppy cunt. he’d thrown your legs over his shoulders, kept his clothes on while yours were jumbled around your body. dress on your stomach and pierced tits bouncing with each snap of his sharp hips. one tatted arm slipping between you to rub at your clit as his minty breath fanned over your face as he muttered the filthiest names in the book. your legs were trembling on your way to his black ford fusion. eren sucking on his lips and laughing at you, holding the door open and driving you to mcdonald’s since you said you were hungry and wanted something quick. mcdonald’s was the best meal after a good ass fuck.

now came the time for them to meet. sasuke immediately disapproves when he sees you pull up to his job in an unknown man’s car. dark brows curled confusingly at you as he held the strap of his jansport backpack on his shoulder while he carried his skateboard by his waist. both men eye one another like they were tigers ready to brawl. sasuke wouldn’t step foot inside of this man’s vehicle until you explained yourself. they were being ridiculous it made you fold your arms and huff.

“sasuke, this is eren. remember? the guy i work with?” you lean in, hoping he’d get it.

“yeah, and?” his voice is gruff. eren rolls his eyes. the thing is, eren knows plenty of sasuke. that he’s your best friend. that you’ve fucked on multiple occasions. sasuke only knew a fraction. it was only because sasuke was more of a person to brush it off and not care while eren sat and listened. like said before, sasuke was an observer. and just looking at eren gave him an itch up his spine.

“want you guys to get along. for me?” there it is. that damned puppy voice. eren grins behind you in his seat, hair covering most of it from sasuke’s view. sasuke sighs, giving in with a small ‘fine’ and gets inside. eren stays the adult and gives sasuke a firm handshake. sasuke’s hand is limp when he returns it, eren ignoring it and turning his attention back to you.

“where you wanna go, princess?” eren’s voice visibly makes you squeeze your thighs shut, eren noticing and setting his hand there with a tiny chuckle, rings on his fingers cold on your skin.

“i’m sorry, what?” sasuke is taken aback by the pet name, blinking excessively.

you shush him by pressing a finger to his pillow lips. you’re arched over the center console, adorable face in his. eren catches a glimpse of your ass under this short ass tennis skirt sasuke now realizes you’re wearing.

“you’re free for the rest of the day, right?”

“mhm.”

“so have fun with me, please, 'ke?” sasuke swears you’ll give him a heart attack one of these days. your small hands holding his face before giving him a smooch until he nods. he licks his lips, kissing you back a little longer before you take your seat with a happy giggle. both men watch you, mesmerized.

“in the mood for pho.”

sasuke and eren sat across from you in the burgundy booths of the thai restaurant you found on google maps. watching your cute, full lips slurp on noodles, crossing your eyes goofily to get a laugh out of them. they smiled at you, but once they looked at each other, those smiles dissipated like kanye. and at that point, you were upset. you drop your chopsticks, swallowing your food before preparing your speech.

“okay, listen to me. i know this seems a little . . . awkward.”

“detrimentally,” sasuke says.

“extremely,” eren says.

“but,” you roll your eyes, wanting them to let you speak. “i really want us all to be super close! i wish you two would act like men and have a decent conversation about football or something.”

“i hate football,” eren grumbles.

“me too,” sasuke agrees.

“see, something in common. now, take more of those beautiful interests of yours and combine them. then what will we have? say it with me!” you raise your hands in a waving form, pressing them for an answer. “f-fr—”

“f-friend? . . . ” they follow slowly.

“. . . ship. friendship! yes! good job!”

“we’re not five, sweetheart,” sasuke crosses his arms, spreading his thighs to get more comfortable, his knee accidentally hitting eren’s. “shit, my fault, man.”

“no problem, i’m too close to you anyways,” eren clears his throat, shuffling over a bit, both big men before you making you feel a bit fuzzy. and small. one weight alone on top of you was asphyxiating enough. but, two? ugh, a dream. they notice you’re out of it, eren reaching over to grab your hand.

“tell us why you really want us here.”

busted. “u-um. huh? wait, no! i genuinely want us to be friend’s. you two a very important t’me and i just want us to all get along.”

“for real?” sasuke ponders.

“yeah.” no.

“no hidden agendas?” eren squints. “I know how you get in that lil’ head of yours.”

“swear,” your lips slowly start to curl up like the grinch, but you stop it midway and form a simple miss america smile. both men still not believing you.

eren calls for the check. sasuke pays the tip. neither of them eating but you. you make a request to go to the mall, suddenly craving a buttery auntie anne’s pretzel and ice cream. the two twin tower men share glances as you hold both their hands and walk into the mall securely in their hold. this felt . . . normal? your chest is bubbling with warmth as they walk beside you, growing possessive toward any man who looked at you in a derogatory way, sending a death glare. it’s unethical the feelings you make sasuke and eren feel. they’re going through emotions they couldn’t explain with words.

they equally imprinted the image of your outfit that exact day in their heads. mainly because you spilt gelato over your pristine white blouse with the buttons halfway undone. black tennis skirt swaying with every step you take. and a mini baby pink telfar bag over your shoulder which contained honestly lip gloss, house keys, your card and your phone. maybe a condom or two. never know. now you weren’t exactly planning for this to happen on their first encounter. but when the three of you sat at a table behind a fake bush and one of those big wishing fountains people throw pennies in . . . it just happened. truly accidental when you spilt it on your top, gelato dripping down the valley of your tits, some on your chin.

“clumsy me,” you suck your teeth, looking on the table and realizing you didn’t have any napkins. devouring your pretzel without the thought of grabbing one.

sasuke and eren send a look. it’s as if they telepathically connected on what they wanted and how they wanted this to go. before the tiny incident, eren and sasuke were actually having great conversations. and seeing them interact made you squeal happily. those two disappeared into spencer’s while you got lost in victoria’s secret, talking something about t-shirts and what not’s. boy talk you weren’t really investing in. as sasuke followed behind eren to the back of the store with his hands tucked into his jean pockets, he’s the first to say something.

“you think she wants us to fuck her?”

“ab-so-loutely,” eren sounded out, scanning through the wall of sex toys and costumes intensely. “she’s not slick. either that or she wants us to fuck.”

sasuke’s eyes bulge. “woah, i just met you.”

“i’m joking,” eren snickers, shaking his head before grabbing something off the shelf. “you didn’t say no though.”

“what is that?” sasuke changes the subject. eren smirks, tossing the bottle in his hand midair before catching it with a tight fist.

“cotton candy throat numbing spray,” eren reads it just as labeled.

“why?”

“what do you think?” eren arches a bushy brow. “she’s no saint. it’s clear as day she wants us to tag team her. if she’s gunna take two dicks in her mouth, might as well make it easier for her, huh?”

sasuke somehow . . . grins? he honestly doesn’t know why. an image of you pops in his head, seeing you on your knees for them both and begging for them to fuck your throat until they cum has him switching in his spot. he’s gotten so into his head he didn’t realize eren had strolled away. now he’s by the register, another item in his hand; a black collar with a leash attached. fuck, how’s he understanding me right now? it’s evil the grin both men give the woman at the counter, only one woman on their mind right now. and it’s you. they don’t even know each other, only heard bits and pieces about the other, but when it came to you? apparently, they were willing to be close.

men click oddly. now, back to the gelato accident. sasuke and eren sat on either side of you, in their heads about it and not even bothering to check and see if they were being watched before eren grabs your face in his big hand. your eyes widen, lips pursed as eren leans in, swiping his tongue over your chin, collecting the salted caramel flavored delicacy. the simple crusade makes you moan, whimpering when another hand is now on your thigh, spreading your legs apart, willingly allowing him to slide his hand under your skirt and press his fingers to your drenched clit.

“wet already, huh?” sasuke chuckles darkly. “that pussy of yours sure has a way with words. says what it wants . . . something you can’t do.”

“how long have you been thinking about this, hmm?” eren whispers, brushing his cupid’s bow lips over yours. “dirty girl. you think we’re dumb. i’m surprised you’re brave enough to act like this. as if i wouldn’t dare fuck you right in this mall.”

fuck, fuck, fuck yes! it’s happening! your heart is actually exploding. you wanted to squeal with happiness so badly. but it also makes you wonder . . . what the hell kind of conversation did they have while you were browsing for boyshorts? god, your body is scorching. heartbeat ringing in your ears, unsure of what to say. your body language speaks for you. sasuke looking around briefly before he’s pulling your white panties to the side and brushing his fingers over your engorged clit. like a pretty little pearl he’s had the honor of rolling on his tongue a few times, making it shinier.

“ah!” you whimper, grabbing sasuke’s wrist and keeping your focus on his lips, sasuke wetting his before he’s kissing you rough, sliding his free hand to turn your face back to eren who locks his lips with yours as well. you’re grinding in your seat, embarrassingly in heat. stealing kisses from them both like a pattern.

“d-don’t wanna cum yet!” you build up the courage to finally speak. vocabulary frozen.

“you got that pent up by a few fingers on your clit?” eren teases, laughing in your face, sasuke following pursuit. you were fucking loving this, and they could see it so well in your eyes. you wanted them to make you their girl. to take care of you, hold your hand in public like they did earlier, caress your face and call you theirs while sharing kisses. bounce you on their cocks until you’re a babbling wreck.

“where you wanna go?” sasuke taps the side of your cheek, wanting your attention on him. “tell us so we can give you what you’ve been thinkin’ about.”

“your place, ‘ke,” you chew your raspberry lips desperately.

“why? wanna get your face pressed into those silk pillowcases you like again?” sasuke grins.

“silk, yeah?” eren sounds intrigued.

“bed, bath, and beyond. they were like $25.”

“cool. needa invest in those.”

“good for your hair too. regular fabric tends to break the strands.”

“no shit?” eren raises his brows. “hmm.”

are they serious? you scoot your chair back, clearing your throat and fixing your posture before you grab your pink bags from victoria’s and toss out your gelato. both men look up at you; sasuke’s tongue poking his inner cheek while eren’s staring at your tits with a tight jaw, bouncing his jean covered leg.

“let’s go.”

they try not to snicker from the high pitch in your voice, eren keeping the bag he got from spencer’s bawled in his fist, car keys swinging in his other hand as they walk behind you, your steps fairly quicker. sasuke takes your bags from you, tossing them into the back seat where he sat. everyone taking their former positions. the car is humming, air conditioner fanning over everyone’s humid skin. black ice air freshener whisking their noses. it’s quiet for a minute when eren pulls out and speeds down the highway.

“where am i going?” he asks sasuke.

“exit off 95. head towards magnolia courts.”

there isn’t really a specific emotion that’s coursing through you right now. you’re just sitting here, kind of letting shit happen. your gaze falls onto the way the veins in eren’s arm run up that full tatted sleeve that he has. knuckles turning white the harder he gripped on the wheel, rings on his fingers as usual. the gulp you did must’ve been audible because eren catches you while sasuke looks up from his phone.

“you,” his voice makes goosebumps decorate your skin. you bite your lip, looking at eren who’s pressing two fingers to his lips, looking you up and down. sasuke watches on standby. “why don’t you show us that pretty pussy of yours?”

like a trance, you’re brushing your fingertips delicately over your thighs, slowly lifting up your skirt until only your damp panties show. kicking off your bedazzled crocs, raising your ass to slip out of your underwear. you’re hesitant, looking out the car window to see other vehicles beside his. so, eren reassures you.

“don’t worry. the windows are tinted. c’mon.”

it makes you feel a little better, planting your feet up on the dashboard, ready to spread your legs for them. eren immediately clicks his teeth.

“not like that, now. how’s sasuke gonna see?”

duh. “right, sorry,” you apologize in a small voice, shuffling in your seat to turn on your side. your back pressed against the locked door, facing eren and sasuke who’s sitting upwards now, a tint in his jeans from the sight of you. pulling your knees up to your elbows to let them see.

“fuck, baby,” sasuke hisses, cocking his head to the side, leaning over the center console to give your clit a firm spank. a squeak catches in your throat. “why’s your pussy so fuckin’ wet.”

“you,” you tremble, sasuke humming, craning his neck to spit directly on your pussy. your cunt clenches, eren’s nearly losing focus on the road when sasuke starts rubbing circles on your juicy clit.

“just him, princess?” eren questions.

“n-no! both of you! you both made me this way,” you’re wailing now, eren taking his middle and ring finger, keeping them close before he’s slipping them deep into your filthy cunt, gasping when he begins fucking them steadily into you. pussy squelching around his long, thick fingers as they scabrously drill into you.

“put your tongue on her clit while i fuck her,” eren commands with a pained grunt to sasuke who obeys. sasuke moaning as he catches your puffy clit in his mouth, slurps it up and rushes the flat surface of his tongue.

“awe, fuck!” they truly adore the sounds you make. the cutest thing they’ve ever heard. when you’re so enamored in your pleasure you tend to curl your toes and cross your eyes, shaky moans dripping from you like honey. your tummy’s all plush and rolled up in your folded position. falsies kissing your cheekbones and those cute glitter acrylics of yours clawing at your own thighs you balance. silent streams of ‘yesyesyes’ going straight to their dicks they were dying to stuff you with.

“pleasepleaseplease!” a flow of begs echo around the car. sasuke is kissing your pussy, moving his head around to graze every part with his hot tongue.

“please what, sweetheart,” he grumbles against you, vibrations causing your back to arch like a cat. a scream emitting.

“lemme cum! w’na cum!” by now your neck hurts from the spot you’re in, your thighs burning from the stretch, eyes watering. you’re so happy. this is all you’ve wanted in life, and now it’s yours.

“what a good girl asking to cum for us,” eren coes, so proud of you. “let it out. cum on his tongue.”

“ngh,” every breath is stolen from you as your heart slams on your ribcage, spasming around eren’s fingers and reaching your high. sasuke praises you, telling you that you did a good job, cleans you up with his mouth. you’re falling hard.

“is itachi home?” you stand on your tiptoes as sasuke unlocks the front door to his home, your hands behind your back as you twist side to side.

“nah, he has an overnight shift.”

being rational about this, eren decides to talk things out for a bit. you sit on the bed swinging your feet while they stand before you, talking, and talking. making sure everyone felt comfortable which was important. sasuke asks about the two of you, and eren doesn’t hold back one detail. tells him how he fucked you two or three times at the flower shop. both sharing interesting things they gathered from you during encounters. this was healthy. this is also another reason why you were so fond of eren. he’s such a dominant man. cares for his partners. you giggle when he creates a safe word for you to use. vanilla. though, you doubt you’ll need it. he’s so . . . older. twentysix to be exact. you and sasuke were only twentytwo. experienced, well taught and spoken. a gentleman, outside of bed. he even tells sasuke to give him a red or green light if he needed too. eren cares about both of you. both your pleasures. that’s why he was so down with this to begin with. both of you were very pretty. eren isn’t necessarily bisexual, but, he’s not objective to admit when another man was beautiful.

“open your mouth.”

eren finds the spray that he has in the black spencer’s bag, clutching you jaw before squirting a few pumps into your mouth. “numbing spray.” he explains briefly so you’re not worried.

“don’t need it,” you sulk, sasuke laughing at your expression.

“we know. don’t worry about it.”

then, he has something else. the cute collar in his hand makes you perch up and blink with fascination, a long silver chain hanging off it with a grip. eren smirks at your reaction, instructing you to crouch on your knees on the floor, clasping the collar around your neck. sasuke finds a pillow for your needs so they don’t hurt. eren stands above you in your face, thumb grazing over your full lips.

“lift your arms.”

you comply so he could remove your top, leaving it at your wrists so he can bondage them together. you object.

“no,” you shake your head. “i need my hands.”

eren nods, granting your wish and taking it off. “sorry, princess. i should’ve asked. maybe another time.”

butterflies swim in the pit of your tummy, smiling graciously at him. sasuke’s in his head, seeing your tits out and a leash around your neck has him immensely feral. he’s the first to undo his belt, eren wrapping the chain around his fist to keep you still for sasuke. he’s pulling his pretty cock out, really thick and stretches you every time he sheathes it inside you.

“you know what to do,” sasuke’s tip is gushing with precum, the sight like the sweetest candy waiting to be suckled on. your mouth opens mindlessly, sticking your tongue out like a dog so sasuke can smear the clear bead of cum over your tongue.

you widen your mouth to take him in, a small hand wrapped around the base of his cock you stroke after spitting over. the adam’s apple in sasuke’s throat jumps, mumbling ‘there we fuckin’ go’ as you catch your rhythm and he’s fucking your face how he usually likes. eren’s tugging on the leash to pull you forward on sasuke’s cock. sasuke rolls his eyes back with a deep ‘fuck’, pulling his navy blue shirt over his dark hair, the pendant around his neck swinging above you as he tangles his hands in your hair and rolls his hips. the sound of his cockhead knocking at the back of your throat messily had eren groaning, taking his cock out for his turn.

sasuke cups the underside of your chin, pulling you slowly off his cock and watching you catch your breath, slobber drooling down your chin.

“good girl,” sasuke pats your cheek. “now give your throat to eren.”

eren has his brows knitted in one, inching closer to you to tap his cock on your tongue. he’s more aggressive with you, yanking you in by the collar on your throat as he angles his hips to slip his dick into your hot, wet mouth. it doesn’t take long for you head to go fuzzy, the sound around you muffled as he fucked your throat and you frothed around his dick you’re obsessed with the taste and smell of. his body wash still seeped into his skin. “atta girl, don’t fight it.”

pulls you off when he realizes you’re going limp, nevertheless, obediently swapping back to sasuke who takes it slow this time, not wanting to reach his pique just yet. taking turns jerking off the other. eren observes closely how fondly you stare at sasuke, having spent all this time with him, your best friend, he’s sure you’ve developed some sort of feelings for him. that’s one thing you have yet to admit. when you look at eren? you’re safe. you feel submissive, loved, taken care of. when you pull back and sit back on the heels of your feet, they take notice in the way you squeal and grip at your skirt tightly, bouncing your ass and grinding hard.

“did you . . . ” eren trails off.

“did you just cum?” sasuke is just as shocked.

“mmph,” you aren’t even focused on them, swaying as your chest heaves. embarrassment encases your cheeks, growing hot like hell. it wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. rubbing down on the heel of your foot while they pulled you, cussed under their breath and scrolled their eyes back would surely making any woman cum. so, case rested. “yeah.”

“what the fuck, c’mere,” eren is breathless, in disbelief when he says this, lifting you off your legs with his strong arms, gasping as he puts you on your knees onto sasuke’s familiar bed. familiar to you, of course. you can smell him on the sheets. you take note that eren likes to fuck with his clothes on a lot. not that you were complaining. it’d just be nice to feel all of his skin on you sometime.

“so fuckin’ sexy,” he’s pulling the zipper to your skirt down so nothing remains on you, wanting to see those cute stretch marks of yours that run across your lower back just above your plush ass. he claps a heavy hand on your ass, your back arching. the sharp v-line cut of eren’s hips graze your ass after he keeps his feet flat on the ground and fills you with his dick, no warning.

“eren!” drags of his name fills the room and you’re pulling sasuke in like a siren. eren rests his left forearm limply on your lower back, gripping a chunk full of your ass and pistons into you with slow, rough strokes. sasuke watches as you crumble into the abyss. mouth dropped into an ‘o’ and barely aware of your surroundings. only immersed into the way eren fucked you. again, those cute squeals and jumbled sentences are killing them both.

“this what you wanted, ain’t it? both of us to fuck this tight lil’ cunt of yours?” eren smacks your ass again, obsessed with the doughy flesh as it bounces on his cock and collides with his veiny abdomen. eren’s locking your forearm still when you reach back to hold him, arm curved and chest off the bed as your brain goes foggy. “couldn’t even be a woman about it and speak up.”

nodding your head like a broken toy, you sob. “s’deep, eren.”

sasuke crawls on the bed to sit before you, your frantic hands reaching out to him to hold. he consoles you by brushing his thumbs over your face before he’s sitting sideways on the bed so he could have a good view of how you’re getting fucked while being able to stuff your mouth full of his cock.

“gimme a kiss,” sasuke whispers sweetly, and you’re haste on mushing your lips with his, his tongue slipping in to taste you more. “he fuckin’ you good, baby? you like it?”

“y-yesss. s’good, ‘ke. want you too,” tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming. you’re out of hit, head whirling the tighter eren’s grip becomes on your arm, grunting like a madman behind you, picking up the pace, skin loudly clapping with his own.

“take this for now,” sasuke moans, grabbing your head and dragging your mouth down on his cock running like a faucet. sasuke raises his body weight halfway off the bed, thrusting into your mouth with his face screwed up, breathily moaning and tossing his head back which is hanging off the bed.

“j-jus’ like that,” sasuke gasps. “ngh, ꒰ name ꒱, swear ima cum. fill your throat n’ you aren’t gonna waste it, right? talk to me.”

sasuke pulls your head up so only the head of his dick pulsates in your mouth. you sniffle, eren’s plummets growing faster and wilder. hiccuping and struggling in his grasp as you fuck him back to meet his pace.

“greedy lil’ thing,” eren’s . . . brutal, to say the least. tucking some strands of his brown hair behind his ear before folding your arms behind your back and pinning you down, drilling his cock ‘til he’s beating your cunt sore, kissing your cervix just craving to keep him there. “isn’t that fucking right.”

sasuke grabs your face, your voice at a higher octave than before, eyes white as pinballs. “answer him. then answer me.”

“r-right. m’greedy. want you both to myself.”

“innit that cute?” eren smirks between your neck he kisses and sucks, an ‘ooh shit’ making his balls jump, ready to cum. “now answer him like he said.”

“m’not,” you shake your head to give sasuke the confirmation he needs before he’s cupping your chin again and coating your throat with thick ropes of cum, growling as you milk him dry by hollowing your cheeks and swallowing what he gave you.

“fuucck, fuck, fuck,” eren had your approval to cum inside if he pleases, his weight crushing you as he grounds his cock even deeper and paints your walls full of warmth. it hurts yet feels so fucking good to cum, too.

everything after that is a blur. after regaining your strength somewhat, eren’s resting on the bed beside you as you drunkenly kiss at his abs, hiccuping and gasping as sasuke fucks you hard into the mattress, unhinged. doesn’t care if you’ve cum too many times that it’s painful. doesn’t care if your throats sore from taking eren’s dick again. this is what you wanted, so it’s what you’re gonna get.

hours later, you’re high off good ass sex and starving for a meal. eren has his arms wrapped around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder while sasuke’s got one hand holding yours and the other on his phone, the three of you waiting in line to pick up your chick-fil-a. it’s crazy how far you’ve all become. currently cuddling on a hammock under the beaming sun as the smell of nature is inhaled by all of you, vacationing in hawaii. madly in love.

visual. visual. visual.

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hello !! below you will find a Plot Page that i have stolen from several sources (aka everybody whose done one of these) !! u can like it, u can...not, like it, either way when i wake up after blacking out and writing this (like...later? today? technically?) i will b messaging ppl that i haven’t rly plotted w/ yet ! and i Guess i’ll come bother u if u do choose to like this !

saige bordeaux | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

grew up under real strict parents so now she’s constantly acting like a wild teenager because she has no ! self control ! very very impulsive, but like, also very bubbly. can talk forever. big on photography (portraits, mainly) and like, her bass guitar, and partying. she’s like...actually really smart (knows multiple languages!) but she’s just got so much big dumbass energy that it doesn’t even matter. has problems w/ substance abuse and essentially just hides her Bad Emotions under layers and layers of goofy obnoxiousness. sort of in love w/ everybody she meets. tries to befriend everybody b/c she can’t handle people...like, not liking her? hates being alone! tries to be busy 24/7 WANTED CONNECTIONS: i think more...antagonistic plots, would be interesting? y’know, like, ‘friends’ using her for her money, or because she’s got this fucking endless supply, or just b/c she’s a good time / a good fuck / etc. etc. bad influences, like, somebody where they just go Too Far with some shit whether it’s that sort of reckless selfishness in the name of having a Good Time or like...running from cops LMAO, y’know ?? on the other hand, good influences ! people who recognize that she’s Overcompensating with her actions. somebody who thinks they’ve got a thing going on and don’t realize that this is how saige is with everybody. more hookups are always welcome ! more party pals ! more genuine, close, soft friends !

*amos barot | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rich-boy-gone-broke ‘cos his dad mc’fucked up and is in jail for like, credit fraud and embezzlement or something. dramatic, and excessive, but like ... in a classy way. super smart, like, will debate you on his smartness. will debate you in many things just for fun. a...stoner, honestly. doesn’t try to be funny because idk how to be funny but he Is Funny so Laugh (this is a threat) , but he does use humor as a coping mechanism b/c boy...do he got problems. has real bad insomnia, probably worsens his anxiety but he’s big stupid and won’t admit it. a smart ass, jack ass, and a dumb ass all in one. has a caffeine problem. has a fucking ego problem, too, lbr. gotta keep yourself disillusioned so you don’t crack! haha but a forced haha. chaotic bisexual but like how does he Fuck so often...i don’t know... WANTED CONNECTIONS: hnng...give me his Serious Ex Girlfriend. who he was very much in love w/ but life got real stressful and they just sort of. cracked under the pressure of. more ppl he does assignments for !! please, the juiciness of it all...people who keep bothering him to fix their like, laptops or something and he’s Tired. somebody catch him sleepwalking ... please ... he’s a danger to himself. smoking buddies. more debating buddies. hook ups galore. enemies, like...rivals. specifically rivals. but any sort of banter ? we love. ** i MAY be switching him in season 2, but i’m not 100% yet.

*aleta evers | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

aaaa !! mean girl ! comes from a wealthy family but like...hates her dad...doesn’t talk to her siblings at all...is all by her lonesome if you don’t count her boyfriend. has...always been rude to people, like, she just doesn’t have a filter? acts and dresses like she’s more refined than she is but sometimes she just Goes off on somebody and it’s like ... stop. big on sports, can probably break your collar bone. has probably broken somebody’s collar bone before, actually. cries a lot but will yell at you if you point it out. on the inside she’s just Constantly Sad and few people get to see her be less...mean. very judgmental even though she’s not really in the place to. willing to start a rumor about you if you annoy her or like ... she thinks she can benefit from it. willing to manipulate other’s for her own gain. ruthless but like...a lil needy. WANTED CONNECTIONS: friends but like ... temporary friends ! like, let’s have her drop them ! or get into a stupid argument ! let’s build bridges and then BURN THEM. anybody she can flirt with even though she’s in a relationship / temptations that like ... give her the thought to cheat but she Never Pulls Through. people who are just like ‘ur relationship is bullshit lol’ but it falls on deaf ears ‘cos she’s ! stubborn ! ex-hook ups ? somebody she gets into...a physical fight with...because that’s SO like aleta sdnjfkg. people who know her siblings and are just like wow...ur nothing like them...you’re a bitch... ** i MAY be switching her in season 2, but i’m also not 100% yet !!

cain romanov | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rochester golden boy ! senator’s son ! major asshole ! these are all things of the PAST. essentially an untouchable asshole in lockwood. they just ... got away with shit too easily b/c of their parents. up and joined a cult and that left them Very Fucked Up and like...they transferred to hendrix to Heal from said Traumatic Experiences and to start Fresh, but alas ! everybody from their past is here and it Blows. is softer now. has like, four cats. doesn’t sleep often. climbs trees often. literally cannot be touched directly because it’ll send them into a panic attack. just wants to mind their business and like...get better. calm, hates conflicts Now. has a stutter and always wears leather gloves. probably, also, uses humor as a coping mechanism. like...don’t get them wrong...they Will tell you about the cult if the conversation steers that way but only because their therapist says that they shouldn’t try to avoid talking about it. WANTED CONNECTIONS: old enemies, current reconciliations. people they’re proving they’re different towards. people they’re just...trying to mend relationships with ‘cos when they left they dropped like...so many friends. amsterdam friends who don’t really know that they used 2 be a major asshole. people who treat them Softly ‘cos like...they pity them but cain Hates it. people sus of them ‘cos they’re...just a sus person. old bullying victims. just people who are ??? at them being Around. they don’t hook up but like....sexting, anybody ?? either they’ve never met or they know cain’s deal n they’re just like aight. we can work w/ this.

as always you can find me here or on discord as emo stan#3644 -- whether it’s for convos or plots or like ... something ... hmu if you wanna learn about the two new muses i’ve been building and may or may not bring during season 2. also in case ur doubting my discord name ... i’ve been listening to a playlist called bop that Bussy ; emo version. i got distracted when they played bulls in the bronx. i wasn’t even a huge ptv fan. ok goodnight sijdfg

#water:ooc #substance abuse tw #anxiety mention tw #panic attack tw #cult tw #these r all just mentions and all intros have the necessary tw's #but like b safe #i feel like i was going to ramble in the tags #but i forgot everything and im just sleepy

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