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jungkakes · 6 months ago

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Make Me Water | JiKook x Reader

pairings: jikook x fem!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship with jk and reader.

warnings: threesome-f/m/m, oral, double penetration, fingering, anal, creampies (by bofum lol), squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, implied consensual rough sex, cuck jk, just pure smut really, jungkook calls reader 'mama', aftercare, sweet talk.

words: 19,827

summary: It's a hot, sticky summer in Seoul. Heat warnings are in effect. But when the night falls and breeze begins to blow, what better way to cool off than have some fun poolside with your man and his bestfriend?

also cross-posted on ao3

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Stepping out onto the terrace, you slid the door that led out to the private pool closed behind you with a quiet shut, “Hurry and join us, baby.” You hummed, turning back to give your partner a final smile from over your shoulder right before you closed the door.

Once outside, the warm breeze from the summer night’s air fanned over your skin. The gentle sounds of flowing water filled the open air. Soft, steady waves from a stream echoed through the space you had been standing in. Splish, splish, splish. It was calming. Relaxing. You could use it as a form of asmr even.

It had been scorching hot outside today. The temperatures steadily crept to an alarming 90 degrees Fahrenheit by midday. Calling for a heat warning and advising all citizens to stay indoors to try and keep cool in any way they could. And stay cool, you did. Lounging for most of the day near the air conditioner in the living room. A novel in hand and your body curled up comfortably on the single couch. Eyes crossing every now and then to watch your man and his best friend keeping themselves entertained with video games for most of the day.

Now, it was well into the night. Safe for you to step outside for some much needed fresh air. The sun had long cleared the sky. Bidding your time zone a good evening with rays of light so beautiful with glimmers of orange and yellow sunlight shining across the horizon and then saying goodnight when the dark hues of blue and green from night befalling faded into a pitch black night sky. Stars speckled the once blue sky now. The moon shining at its highest. The gentle noise of crickets and the buzzing of cicadas alike sounded through the air. All a telltale sign that summer was at its peak.

The air was still sticky and warm but the breeze that blew every now and then made the difference. The trees and bushes in the distance ruffled when the wind blew. Large leaves on the trees above your head fanning you almost. The cool night’s wind blew a kiss against your face. Into your hair. Gently caressing your skin as a silent hello from the earth. Telling you that the sun was gone for now and it was finally okay for you to step outside for the first time of the day and inhale the night’s air.

From your side, you could hear the gentle lull of a waterfall from a fountain that led to the terrace pool. That’s the direction you were heading in. Taking a step onto the cobblestone concrete, you noticed that even the interlocking patterns of brick were still warm from the heat today. It was a nice contrast. The warm concrete on your bare feet and the breeze blowing through the oversized t-shirt you wore made you remember how much you loved the summertime.

Tonight was the perfect night.

You couldn’t have asked for anything better than this.

“The water isn’t getting any less wet, beautiful. Come on in.”

Or could you?

“How’s the water?” You asked your friend who was already wading in the pool, your hands in front of the hems of your t-shirt, “Not too cold, right?” You hummed, turning around so that your back was facing your friend as you easily pulled the material of your shirt upwards to tug it off from over your head, tossing it over onto a chair as you shook your hair out, letting the locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in a mermaid-like style,

“It’s perfect.” He responded and you could feel the smile in his voice, “Just the right temp.” He mused and you turned around to face him. Eyes falling onto the creamy skin illuminated by the soft lights fluoresced around the pool. He glowed almost. Sparkled. Park Jimin was absolutely gorgeous.

Suddenly, your hands flew to your chest because yes… you were half naked.

Standing there with your hands covering your bare chest, you hardly heard your friend calling for you. The soft octave of his voice slowing and dulling to a reverb that you couldn’t hear while you lost yourself staring at the way his skin radiated.

“Did you hear me, hun?” You heard him better now as his voice began to cut through the ringing in your ears and you looked out towards him, knees trembling with a new found nervousness as you watched your friend floating around the pool with a seeming carefreeness while he awaited you to join him in the water.

“What was that?” You asked, “I zoned out.” You mumbled more to yourself than him.

“I’m feeling quite lonely the longer I float here by myself. The water might just turn cold from my unending loneliness.” Jimin’s voice drooped sadly from the other side of the pool, his body bounced lightly within the water he floated in. His dancer-like form swaying around freely in the water as if he were a real life mermaid.

“I’m good over here.” You swallowed hard, your teeth gnawing on the inner part of your cheek. No, you weren’t good. You were salivating at the thought of joining Jimin in the water but the side of you that had a smidge of shame left said otherwise. Making you unable to move from the spot you were standing in. Jimin made you nervous to be shirtless in front of him. Nervous of him perceiving you. Nervous to be doing this with him.

A big part of you wanted to dive head first into the pool he was waiting for you in. You wish you could go back to the person you were a mere five seconds ago. The person that was giddy with excitement to do this.

That shameless part of you wanted to shake off any anxiety you had bubbling in you and just jump. But the more you stood there… The more you watched this man that was practically ethereal wading around in the water as if he was a deadly siren waiting to lure you in with the sweet melody of his voice, the more you hesitated. You turned back to look at the door where your partner was still busy in the kitchen and you sighed quietly to yourself. Silently pleading for your muse to hurry and come outside to join you.

Jimin let out a noise of displease from your stalling and sank backwards for a moment into the water, head tilted backwards to wet the shaggy black hair on his head. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple move up and down when he swallowed. Eyes studying the strength of his jaw that you could see perfectly from the way he tilted his head back. He knew what he was doing without even acknowledging it. Just like the siren he was. You shifted on your feet as you practically watched him seduce you into the water,

“Hm.” He huffed before he lifted his head out of the water and shook his soaked hair out. The silver highlights he sported in his hair flung to and from. Water from his hair sprayed around his form and trickled from his neck length hair to his throat, chest and finally disappeared into the water rising steadily, “Please?” He whined, a sad pout forming along his rosy, plump lips while he watched you.

You stood there with your arms crossing tighter over your chest. Wispy hair flying from the way your head shook with hesitation, “Are you sure you didn’t pee in the water and that’s why it’s so warm?” You teased, the sarcasm prevalent in your voice because did fairies like Jimin even pee? Probably. “Let’s see.” You hummed, taking a step closer to the edge of the pool, stretching your foot out and dipping the tip of your toe into it, “Yah, it’s cold! You lied!” You whined, body recoiling from the water temperature, “I’ll just watch you swim around from here in case you don’t drown.” You nodded with a smile, quick to turn on your heels to retreat back towards the safety and comfort of the chairs lining the swimming pool.

You never had any intention to be in the pool but it was a hot summer night and the water looked inviting to say the least. How you managed to get Jimin to agree to this was beyond you. It wasn’t as if this part of the house hadn’t already been explored by you and your inquisitiveness. For example, you might have enjoyed a few swims or two in the early mornings during your visit here when the member’s slept in because the night prior’s crazy antics (video gaming and karaoke sessions) had gone well into the early wee hours of the morning and they were far too tired to join you.

And what was this place exactly? This was a vacation home for you all. A place where you had frequented to spend special moments together. Away from the public. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from… everything. The Soop House was a place you cherished being in. A place everyone considered as their little getaway.

The first time being here was in the wintertime years ago. Taehyung’s birthday. What a memorable night it was. A special night that you would hold close to your heart until the end of time.

You’ve visited this house many times after that. Sometimes with the members to celebrate birthdays and other festivities. Sometimes with your partner when the two of you just needed some time away from life’s busy schedules. Or with your girlfriends for a little weekend girl’s trip getaway.. And sometimes alone when you just wanted to get away to enjoy the beauty of experiencing the Soop all by yourself.

This was a special place.

And it wasn’t special because it was nestled away in an isolated forest that was guarded at all times by private security.

It was special because it was only for BTS and you.

You didn’t think your zany idea of skinny dipping in a pool at midnight would be taken so eagerly by your friend. It was simply a thought you blurted out during dinner. Something that came to your mind under the influence of a few glasses of wine and how good Jimin looked while being as relaxed as he was today.

Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that had you thinking second thoughts. I mean. you were down for taking a dip into the pool with your friend while your man watched from afar. That was until you realized Jimin and your man were both equally into the idea of doing it. Of course they were! To think that they would be against such an inviting idea was silly of you. You must have forgotten who you were dealing with tonight. This was Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk for crying out loud.

You truly thought Jimin would at least politely decline out of respect for you (and the fact that you were in a relationship with his best friend) but oh no, honey. Did you truly believe that? Did you actually think Jimin could and would ever say no to you? Clearly you did not expect anything from Jimin until you caught onto him inching his way to the doors of the house that led to the private pool once he had finished helping your man clean up after dinner.

Even Jungkook’s own eyebrow raised in question when he noticed his hyung had barely hung around to chat and instead, booked it straight to the pool after dinner. Claiming he wanted to enjoy the last night in the Soop House’s pool before he had to jet off to Japan the next day. Pfft. Yeah, right. You played along though and so did your man. Nodding with enthusiasm as he told you to run along and join Jimin while he prepared the three of you something delicious to drink.

You clearly were not quick enough to realize Jimin had been waiting for your offer for a very… long time. And you clearly were not quick enough for Jimin now who had swiftly made his way from one side of the pool to the spot where you stood, his wet hand reaching out from the water and grabbing you by the ankle just as you were about to turn away,

Barely having a chance to register what was happening, you only had enough time to let out a shriek as you felt yourself get pulled to the water. Thankfully, your body fell backwards into the pool rather than forward. Otherwise, falling face first into the pool’s ledge only to be pulled in by the hungry water monster named Jimin would have been extremely painful and… embarrassing on your part.

With arms flailing in the air, you fell pathetically into the pool. Body crashing into the water and almost body checking Jimin’s wet form with your shoulders like a superstar football linebacker as he dragged you into his arms. You were never an elegant faller and could even compare your clumsiness on a Namjoon level. Surely, you would have seen this coming.

Jimin spared you no time to react or at least prepare yourself to be pulled into the water. Turning your back away from him was your first mistake, “JIMIN!” You yelled, body thrashing around in the water as you tried to find your footing against the floor of the pool, “My hair!” You yelped, feeling the back of your head get splashed with water and soak the hair you had freshly straightened just a few hours prior to this night, “I’m gonna kill you, I swear.” You threatened, finally being able to find your balance now that you were no longer floating on your back in the water,

“Had to get you in somehow.” Jimin only responded between his airy chuckles, “I’m sorry. I had to.” He didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance,

“Seriously. I’ll choke you out.” You twisted around in Jimin’s hold at once and glared at him, wet hands coming up to clasp around Jimin’s neck, not fully choking him (although you wanted to). “You’re gonna die, Park Jimin.” You announced with confidence, giving his neck within your hands a playful squeeze,

“Do it.” He challenged, “Maybe I like that.” Jimin flashed you his signature toothy smile and you felt the goosebumps raise on your skin from his shamelessness.

“Gross.” You muttered, hands dropping from his throat in defeat.

One thing about Jimin was that he hardly ever felt embarrassment around you or any of his fellow members. He was comfortable and confident around you all. Often blurting out random things that he would never on this green earth utter in public.

“What? You don’t like being choked?” He questioned with a menacing grin and suddenly you felt his firm palm that was resting against your hip to ensure your fall into the water wouldn’t be too catastrophic. He was so close to you right now. Too close. So close that you could smell the lingering scent of his cologne still on his skin mixed with the chlorine from the water. So close that the hand placed on your hip felt heavy and strong against your skin. His touch felt searing. As if he could expel fire from his very palms.

Feeling exposed under his overwhelming gaze, you quickly realized you were standing there in nothing but your bikini underwear. Knowing you were tits out in the water like nobody’s business made your hands fly once more to your chest to cover yourself as if Jimin hadn’t already snuck a glance. “Stop staring at me.” You spoke with a crack in your voice and felt the burn in your cheeks flow from your face straight down to between your thighs, “You’re making me nervous.” You confessed with a glum whisper, lips pressing together tight in regret as soon as you spoke. You sounded so stupid.

Jimin’s gaze softened immediately when you spoke and the playful gleam in his eyes he had all this time prior to this moment had long disappeared, “Hey, pretty… if you’re not– If you changed your mind. We don’t–” He started, hands moving up and away from anywhere close to your body to give you space, “I can go grab you a shirt.” His eyes scanned over your head towards the poolside to see if the shirt he had stripped off was still hanging off the chair he had tossed it onto, “Just wait here–” He had already began to back away to cross to the other side of the pool and you shook your head quickly,

“No.. don’t do that. It’s just–” You gulped then took a deep breath, finally allowing your gaze to meet Jimin’s eyes,

Jimin’s lips pursed lightly before he titled his head to the side in confusion, “What is it?” He asked, “Are you feeling okay?” The worry in his voice was clear and now he had begun to think you were starting to get sick,

“No… It’s just you’re so.. you.” You mumbled, “This is like, fuck, I don’t know.. the second time in the history of our friendship that you made me feel nervous.” You let out a quiet laugh, head hanging in embarrassment, “You’re just so… fucking hot.” You finally said the words you had been chanting in your head the entire time you had been standing along the poolside watching Jimin’s effortless attempts at luring you into the pool, “I can’t believe this is happening.” You started to laugh more as you realized how silly you sounded,

Perhaps you were imagining things. The close proximity you both were now in surely made your mind hazy. So hazy that you hallucinated the fiery chemistry of his body close to yours. You didn’t even notice he had his hand placed on your hip before not because he was a creep but to make sure you didn’t sink too much into the water when he had pulled you in. And although he was no longer touching you, you somehow still felt the tingling on your skin where his hands were once placed.

Jimin let out a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling into pretty little half moons when they closed, “Oh, love.” He took a breath between laughs and shook his head, “You’re flattering me too much.” He rolled his eyes and let his body float closer to you, “I’ve never seen you like this.” Jimin hummed out with please, “It’s pretty cute.” He nodded, leaning in close to your ear, “But you have to understand, the only person here who’s…” His voice dropped to a hushed mumble, “....fucking hot is you.” His voice sounded almost too seductive for your comprehension and suddenly the water felt boiling hot, “That’s just my humble opinion but I assure you, anyone would agree with me.” Jimin smiled confidently at you. A sparkly grin that made your knees buckle under you at once,

You wobbled and lost balance from his words. Wanting to kick yourself for how easy it was for you to fold for sweet talk. Actually, scratch that. You hardly ever reacted to anyone flirting with you unless it was your man. But something in the way Jimin spoke. With that lowered Busan accent. That surety. The confidence. The way he spoke with such honesty. He meant what he said and Jimin never crossed you as a liar.

No wonder your legs feel like jelly. And suddenly you felt your foot slip from under your body. You were shorter than Jimin and the water was already up to your shoulders. Your feet were already barely touching the bottom of the pool. He didn’t want you to lose your footing again and slip under. Not like you would drown or anything but getting water in your nose and down your throat wasn’t the greatest experience on earth, was it. So, he grabbed you when you struggled to balance. Hands circling around your waist with one resting along the small of your back and the other against your hip in the same spot it once stayed.

“Careful.” He mused and you nodded dumbly. Your mind and body already feeling weak from his presence alone.

“Right.” Was all you said when he caught you again and made sure you didn’t gulp down a mouthful of pool water when you slipped, “Thank you.” You muttered like a goof, still at a loss for words. Your mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as you attempted to process what he just said to you. Your vocabulary had dwindled to just a handful of words at the moment but that was good enough for Jimin. He never seemed to mind silence.

With Jimin’s soft gaze on your face and the silence falling comfortably between the two of you, he took his chance to admire your face. He took in the glitter on your eyelids from your makeup. The soft curve of your lips accompanied by the pink gloss you wore. The light blush staining your cheeks. So, so, so cute. This shy persona of yours was growing on Jimin and he couldn’t help but smile giddily from it. “Don’t say thank you. Just believe me.” He nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. Much like he always did to you whenever he could.

Embracing the soft touch of Jimin’s lips on your forehead, you nodded a silent acknowledgment towards him. Your hands were still covering your chest and now your palms felt foreign. As if they were never meant to be there. Taking a careful breath, you slowly dropped your hands from over your chest as you looked at Jimin. He tried not to immediately lower his stare to your chest but failed and took a glance.

Now, yes, Jimin was a flirt. It was universally known that he had a little bit of a promiscuous side. However, a gentleman is what he stayed no matter what. However, in this moment? When the most obscene thoughts began to swarm his mind? He had to keep his words to himself because you were absolutely perfect. That’s all he could think. Damn perfect. The voice in his head corrected him.

His lowered gaze made you feel isolated under his stare but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling in the slightest. If anything, your nervousness now had seemed to begin to disappear thanks to his reassurance, “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathed out coolly, “Really.” He nodded quickly, lips spreading into a smile, “Jungkook, you lucky motherfucker.” He grumbled which made you let out a giggle,

“Shut up.” You gave his shin a jab with your foot from under the water, “He knows how lucky he is. Trust me.” You hummed, “I make sure he knows. Everyday.” You smiled confidently at Jimin, feeling more comfortable now.

“So,” Jimin began to smile wider in response. His playful side back as if it never left, “You didn’t answer my question.” He reminded you with a nudge, “You like being choked out?” He asked again and you grunted,

“Freak.” You muttered under your breath and thought about actually strangling him for real this time. But instead, you found yourself immediately lost under his gaze. He swallowed you whole with his stare. Pretty brown eyes illuminated by the night sky’s reflection against the water making him look absolutely unreal, “I’ll tell you what…” You began, hands moving from within the water to place onto your friend’s bare shoulders to make him focus on just you, “Why don’t you try to find out?” You asked with a challenge in your voice, “I’ll allow it.” You mused nonchalantly as if you were both sharing a casual conversation,

Jimin felt his breath get stuck in his throat and now it was his turn to be shy. Your hands holding onto his shoulders now felt like bricks weighing down on his back. Your nails pushing lightly into the trap muscles along his skin felt as if they would leave etches in his skin tomorrow and you were barely touching him. The attraction between the two of you might just be stronger than you and Taehyung. Now Jimin understood why he was never asked to join you and Jungkook the first time. Now he understood why Taehyung was the one lucky enough to have you with Jungkook that night. The energy you and Jimin shared could light up thousands of city nights, really. It was so sexy. He could hardly handle it,

“I’ll tell you what…” Jimin leaned in towards you, his lips now brushing against yours when he spoke, “I’ll definitely find out.” He grinned, hands that were set on your lower back and hip now circling confidently around your waist to tug you firm against his chest.

He was stronger than you thought. Don’t let his dainty, fairylike body fool you. He was lean and sturdy in all the right places. You curved into his hold almost too perfectly. Fitting snug against his chest. Wet bodies pressed together and all.

Heaving a deep breath, your eyes fluttered the closer Jimin got to you. Your gaze was stuck on the smooth of his chest. Droplets of water dotted along his skin. Steam from the warmth of his body hitting against the cool evening air dissipated into the darkness surrounding the two of you. The limelight cascaded against his features and made him look like he was molded by the Greek Gods. From the milk of his skin tone creating a perfect surface for the black ink from the tattoo across his ribcage to show even through the water. All the way to the faint pink appearing along his neck from soaking in the pool for as long as he did. Jimin was absolutely ethereal.

You truly couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him. Moving your gaze from his near flawless skin, your eyes trailed upwards from his collarbones to those lips of his. If you had to describe the beauty of Jimin’s lips it would be with 3 words. The 3 Ps. Pink, plump and perfect.

And when he leaned into you like this? When he closed any space that happened to be separating the both of your bodies and circled his arms around your waist like this? Careful fingers boldly running over the material of your underwear to run faintly over your ass? The minty air from his breath fanning across your face when he inched even closer? Yeah, there was no way you could focus on anything but him.

See, there had always been chemistry between you and Jimin. He was one of the first members of BTS aside from Jungkook that you grew a fondness for and the easiest for you to warm up to. He was funny. Flirtatious. Pretty. And charismatic. He knew the right words to say. Knew the things you liked without you having to tell him. Knew exactly where to massage the spot on your shoulder that always ached without you needing to show him. Knew just what to say to make you flustered and overwhelmed. Jimin just… knew. It was as though he had been living in a corner of your head. As though he knew you for ages. You trusted him. Trusted your friendship. He was worth more than just words to you and the feelings only solidified when he finally closed any left space between the two of you and kissed you.

Feeling his lips press against yours was something you didn’t think you would feel again. You recalled the first time you ever shared a kiss with him. In the dimly lit space of the club you were in with the rest of BTS. Sweaty bodies pressed together while you danced. Music blaring through speakers. Alcohol in your systems making your mind’s cloudy and hazy with lust. Jungkook and you hadn’t been dating for long then but it was long enough for you to willingly kiss his friends when the drunken stupor you were all in got to your head's. It was a long time ago. A time you had moved far along from. But when you felt Jimin’s lips press against yours again. So soft, smooth and full of want just like the first time… all of the memories came swimming back.

“Mm.” You hummed against his lips and inched closer, hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers caressing under his chiseled jaw to bring him into you. The touch of your fingertips resting against his delicate skin made Jimin shiver and the kiss progressed further with you quickly leaning forward to find his lips against your own again. You kissed him eagerly thanks to his positive reaction and Jimin didn’t hesitate to return the passion. He wanted this. Waited for this. It wasn’t like he fantasized everyday about his homie’s girl. He was a busy man and had plenty of attention to fill his needs.

However, there were times where you crossed his mind. Times where he found himself daydreaming about what could have been if it were him and Jungkook with you that night at the Soop house those years ago as opposed to Taehyung. What would have the outcome been if he was the one to share you with Jungkook? Probably nothing would have happened if he had to be honest. Jungkook was yours to the death and that was made very clear.. very early in your relationship.

Still, the pang of jealousy harbored in the deepest pit of Jimin’s heart and although, he would have been fine to live the rest of his days pleased with the way things were now, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to join the two of you. This time, at your own request.

Let’s get one thing straight though, you and Jungkook weren’t exactly in an open relationship. At least it wasn’t open to everyone like a free for all. And it was clear that Jungkook didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you either. It was complicated to explain to people that weren’t you and Jungkook. Besides, you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You both just had your… likes. And that included Jungkook simply having a thing for watching you with his band members. And you simply… wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to ride for him. To die for him.

Call it crazy but, Jungkook was everything to you. He made you want to do things you’ve never done before. Made you want things you never wanted before. Your decision to partake in these escapades were yours and yours alone. He never pressured you into anything you never wanted to do. Never forced you to do anything you didn’t agree with. Wanting to act out each and every fantasy your man had was your choice. And your choice was the exact reason that he was your man, your man, your man. And everything about your man turned you on.

Your relationship was yours and no one would ever understand it but that was the beauty of your love. No one had to get it. They were either with it or against it and that’s all that mattered.

“Jungkook’s taking pretty long with those drinks, huh?” Jimin commented between kisses, “Almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.” He hummed low, “Almost as if he knew how much I’ve been waiting to kiss you again.” Jimin snorted quietly, a hand moving to your back, fingers trailing down your spine and making you shiver,

“Then stop talking and kiss me.” You whispered against his lips and Jimin said less. A wet hand reaching up to cup under your jaw and bring you into him again so that your lips could meet once more. He started off by giving your lips a gentle peck. Felt the gloss from your lips transfer onto his own and then realized he had been missing this more than he thought.

No more words needed to be said and soon, the soft noises of your lips moving together in sync filled the silence. Lips blending against one another with ease and fluidity. Your arms looped over his shoulders, fingers from one hand tangling into the back of his shaggy hair, Combing through the layers then burying into the thick locks. Letting the black and silver strands curl around each of your fingers. While your nails on the other hand moved to glide down his chest, feeling over the toned muscles lining his pecs and then inching downwards to his abs all while your lips melted against each other.

The hand he had resting under your jaw had soon moved to clasp around your throat. Delicate fingers giving your neck the gentlest squeeze every now and then that you almost never noticed what he had been doing until you began to feel the pressure after each kiss. “That feels so good.” You confessed and Jimin smiled triumphantly into the kiss,

“Told you I’ll find out.” He mused with confidence, making your face flush hues of pink at how easy he did uncover your secret enjoyment.

You hadn’t realized Jimin was backing you into the wall of the pool until you felt your back pressed into the solid surface. You simply floated there under the spell that was Park Jimin. His persistent kisses started to deepen and then his tongue was pushing into your mouth to taste you, “So perfect.” He whispered into your mouth, a hand roaming upwards along your hip to your torso while your tongues touched again and then once more before he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, “Can I touch you?” He asked, the hand that was wrapped around your neck removing and dropping to float over the stream of water surrounding the two of you,

“Of course.” You breathed, nodding encouragingly, “Please.” You spoke more confidently now that you had caught your breath, “I want you to.” You confirmed, reaching down into the water and taking Jimin’s hands within yours, guiding his palms to your chest. You placed his hands over your breasts. Making him cup them while you watched the way his palms barely covered the plushness. He had dainty little hands but if you had to be honest, you wouldn’t mind feeling them massaging over your breasts… or wrapped around your throat again. “Just like that.” You sighed out in relief, your gaze dulling the moment Jimin replaced your hands with his own. Warm palms carefully squeezing over your breasts to feel you,

“Damn.” He muttered. Soft hands squeezing and massaging over your flesh, making your head spin and cloud with desire. Jimin was going to be honest and say he snuck a glance or two of your boobs a few times whenever you were around him. He couldn’t help it. His eyes just happened to gravitate to them. If you were asking Jimin what he thought about them well… was the word perfect overused already? Because that’s what they were. But hey, in Jimin’s eyes…. All boobs were perfect. he never discriminated. It’s just that never in this lifetime did Jimin think he would be touching yours now.

“Fuck.” You breathed, head tilting back to expose your throat as Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and mouthing over your damp skin while licking away the droplets of water that collected along your neck. After attending to your throat, he leaned up and gently nibbled over your jawline. Teeth nipping your tingling skin before pressing a kiss to your jugular then finally dipping his head lower, plush lips decorating your collar bone and soon enough your chest with airy kisses,

“So soft.” He complimented your skin, his voice coming out closer to a moan than a sentence, “So sexy.” Your body physically responded to the sound of his voice. Back arching up into his hold. Wanting to hear more of him. He sounded so sexy with the sure need and lust laced in his words. Making him sound sultry and simply filthy with desire.

His breath coasted over the bud of your nipple when he spoke and you knew you were doomed at that. Feeling the sensitivity from just air blowing against your flesh had you depraved,

“Hah, fuck.” You swore, your head flopping back and resting against the wall of the pool, body sinking a bit into the water as you felt the plumpness of Jimin’s lips ghost over your nipple. You braced yourself against the wall, preparing yourself for the feel of his tongue on your burning skin. And then you felt it. Felt his warm lips close around your nipple. Felt his wet tongue flick over the skin. He sucked over the sensitive flesh. A freehand reaching up to cup over your other breast. Making sure both were being given as much attention as he could.

“Feels good, angel?” Jimin checked in with you as his lips removed themselves from your nipple, mouth trailing to the other nipple while his hands switched to your other breast, siren-like eyes silently seeking your approval.

You nodded, teeth gnawing over your lower lip as you met his gaze, watching the way his tongue trailed over your skin with the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he peeked up at you from where his face pressed between your breasts, hands reaching up to squish them against his face before he kissed along your sternum,

“Yes.” You barely managed to answer before you mewled with pleasure. Chest pressing up to meet Jimin’s mouth. Your body searching for more friction. More feeling. “Feels so good.” You encouraged him, “So fucking good...” You whispered, your leg slowly raising and hiking upwards, wrapping around Jimin’s waist and making him press into you while your hands found their way into his soaking wet hair, fingers smoothing through the strands and tugging firm at the locks.

He hummed in satisfaction when you pulled on his hair. Moaned against your skin when you praised him too. And when your thigh draped over his hip, he didn’t waste any time to press his pelvis against yours either. He lowered his clothed cock right up against where you ached the most. Fitting himself perfectly against your body. He rocked his hips slowly. Teasing. Dragging the movement out as if he was moving in slow motion. Letting you feel just how much he was enjoying and savoring every second of this moment.

“More.” You whispered, the heel of your foot pressed into Jimin’s lower back and you gasped quietly feeling the throbbing bulge within his swimming shorts pushing against you, “Jimin…” You whispered his name, hands gripping his forearms as he pressed you harder against the wall of the pool, hips rocking ever so slightly into you, making you feel every inch of him, “Oh… Shit.” You moaned, your head dropping forward to rest against Jimin’s shoulder, the muffle of your moans stifling as you buried your face into his skin. The feeling of his cock grinding into you sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. Making your skin erupt with goosebumps,

Hearing the frenzy of moans and whimpers he was putting you in was music to Jimin’s ears. Adding to the streak of cuteness you were exhibiting, Jimin had to note that even your moans were cute. Taehyung was lucky to have heard this? Jungkook was lucky to get a load of this… this perfection whenever he wanted? God, Jimin had been missing out. He might actually be jealous. “Fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.” Jimin grumbled, head shaking as the pent up aggression threatened to make him explode,

“You have to wait for Koo.” You instructed him, fingers caressing over his upper arms, “He should be here soon.” You started to smile, your hands moving from his arms to his cheeks, cupping them and leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips, “Patience.” You whispered into the kiss and Jimin hummed low, eyes closing as he kissed you back,

“I’m not a very patient person.” Jimin whispered back, sighing into the kiss, “Tell him to stop creeping from the window and join us already.” He joked and you silenced him at last by kissing him deeper. Your hand pressing against the nape of his neck, and pulling him in closer to you by the hair that curled at his nape. The kiss soon turning more desperate. More passionate. Your lips and teeth hitting against each other the sloppier it grew.

Jimin was about to continue. Was about to grind his cock into you more just to hear the delicious noises you were making before but alas, the trois in your ménage à trois finally decided to join you both, “Here comes your dude. Right on time.” Jimin grumbled against your lips, pulling away when he heard the sliding door of the terrace open followed by the light patter of footsteps,

“He knows when it’s time.” You giggled at Jimin’s frustration, eyes peeking over towards the figure making his way down to the pool. You laid the back of your head against the wall of the pool again, sighing out softly as you watched the tall, hunky man you called yours meeting your gaze the second he felt your eyes on him.

Warm, intense brown eyes gobbled you up with his stare. Making your stomach flip over like a pancake. Stark black hair reaching his chin tousled from left to right as he walked. The bouncy locks looking extra yankable tonight as he had just washed his hair this morning. The more you watched Jungkook, the more you ogled his entire existence. With his shockingly tall height. Long limbs. Strong… So strong body. Tattoos against tanned skin. Two lip rings glittering under the night sky. Jawline locked tight. Showing off the perfect angle that it was. The dark, moody look resting on his face contrasting against soft, delicate facial features.

You knew your man had been staring out the window watching and waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. No matter how much he would try to deny it, you knew him better than that. He was snarky like that. Not wanting to be missing out on the action but also not wanting Jimin to get a taste of most of the fun before it even began.

However, from the way he looked at you right now, you knew you had him worked up. He looked as though he was going to devour you. As if he was starved and dying for a drink of you. You knew he wasn’t going to just watch tonight. He was going to join right off the bat. The heat and fire that burned within his veins in the form of longing was too much for Jungkook to just sit and watch this time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Starting without me, I see.” Was all Jungkook said. Balancing the tray of drinks easily with one hand as he made his way over to the two of you. His eye contact with you finally breaking as he turned away to set the tray lined with three drinks onto a table close by.

“Don’t act like you weren’t watching the whole time.” Jimin sighed out as he pulled away from you, still lingering close by but no longer invading your personal space. You found his hand before he waded away, taking his hand within yours to keep him close to you, your fingers lacing together as you turned to face Jungkook,

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to steal my girl.” Jungkook smirked in Jimin’s direction as he plucked one of the drinks up off the tray and crossed over to the ledge of the pool to hang Jimin the cocktail he made, “You know I had to take my time and make these drinks. No, I wasn’t looking out the window.” He lied. Just like you knew he would. Of course, he might have snuck a peek once or twice. Just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything while he let you and Jimin get… acquainted with one another.

“Mmm.. stop being like that, baby. No one’s stealing me.” You smiled cheekily at Jungkook, catching his lips twitching into a smile when you spoke to him, “We were just having some fun.” You let go of Jimin’s hand and turned around to face Jungkook, staring up at him from the ledge of the pool as you propped your elbows up against it, “Why don’t you come join us?” You questioned him, eyeing the drinks on the tray as Jimin leaned against the pool’s ledge as well, his arm sliding around your waist as you moved to make way for Jungkook,

Watching Jungkook intently, you leaned into Jimin’s hold around your waist, cozying up to his friend and feeling much more comfortable now with your body reacting to the attention of these two men with nothing but pure positivity.

Your man wasted no time. As eager as always. He was already shirtless. Deciding to leave the shirt had been wearing during dinner behind because he wouldn’t need it here anyways. Sporting just his swimming shorts that fit him oh so perfectly. Showing off his delicious V-Line and the smooth of his pelvis as he moved to the edge of the pool. The strong muscles along his arms bulged and rippled with every move he made when he picked up the drinks for you and himself. The sight of his muscles made your mouth water. As if it were your first time seeing him. You’d never get over it.

“Water ain’t even that cold. You two heated it up enough with your makeout session.” Jungkook joked, stepping down confidently into the pool and slowly sinking into the water, both drinks in hand as he steadied his balance, “For you, mama. Something fruity and light.” He held the cocktail out to you as he joined the other side of you, “And for you, my brother. I made us something strong because you’ll need your stamina tonight.” Jungkook gave Jimin a snarky smile when he leaned over to look at Jimin who was on your other side, “Cheers.” He held his glass up to the two of you,

You and Jimin let out soft laughs, “Cheers!” Three three of you said at the same time, glasses clinking together in perfect unison before you took long drinks, a pleased hummed of satisfaction leaving your lips as you tasted the perfect combination of tequila, grapefruit and lime. Jungkook just knew how much you loved your Palomas, didn’t he.

“Perfect like always, babe. Strong though.” You noted to Jungkook, slowly moving through the water so that you were standing in front of him, freehand holding onto his forearm as you fit yourself against his body, lips leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his cheek, “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, lips wrapping back around the straw of your drink to take another long sip. You felt the effect of the alcohol too quickly. The warm, fluttery feeling of liquor hitting and settling in your stomach. Making your face and body instantly feel hot.

He was going to get you drunk off one drink. You weren’t a sloppy drunk in the slightest. But you definitely were a horny drunk. Jungkook knew what he was doing whenever he made your drinks. One sip and you could immediately feel it in your pussy. You should have known better than to leave him alone in the extensive liquor cabinet of this house. Taking another long sip out of the straw, you were already halfway through with it before you set the glass down onto the pool’s ledge, far away so that you wouldn’t knock it over,

“Anything for you.” Jungkook meant it when he said it. Years of your relationship telling the tale that yes, he would do anything for you. He didn’t even have to go into specifics. The shit you two have been through in the past was testament to the phrase ‘standing in the fire next to you.’

Smiling happily up at Jungkook you tiptoed up as far as you could reach and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips this time to which he responded happily to, the hand that didn’t have his drink within it reaching up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb. You kissed each other briefly. Lips lingering and the heat burning between the two of you.

The kiss didn’t last longer than a second. Not wanting to display your utter obsession with each other in front of your guest. But it was enough for Jungkook to feel his heart skip a beat or two. You both could kiss each other until the end of time behind closed doors. Right now though, you were with company. You couldn’t leave Jimin out, could you?

“And thank you, Jiminie.” You pulled away from Jungkook and made your way over to Jimin who welcomed you into his arms. Feeling Jungkook’s gaze on the both of you, you smiled to yourself. Knowing he was watching intently, “Thank you for everything.” You hummed, making him place his drink down as you draped your arms over his shoulders then wrapped around his neck, bringing his face down to your height so that you could press a kiss against his lips, “Thank you for being here.” You whispered cheekily to Jimin who smiled in response,

Jimin was quick to set his drink down and away as you made your way over to him. He practically chugged the thing anyways. Making a distasteful face after he swallowed the last bit of the mixed drink so strong and potent. Damn, Jungkook would be the greatest bartender in the world if he could. Jimin was already tipsy thanks to that cocktail. Welcoming you into his arms, Jimin broke out into a smile. His cheeks were already flushed from the booze and his body felt just the right amount of happy thanks to the liquid courage.

“Oh.. don’t you do that, princess.” Shaking his head in protest, Jimin’s arms slid around your waist, hands roaming to rest over your ass as he corrected you, “Don’t you thank me for nothin’.” He gazed into your eyes, a hand reaching up to move a wet strand of hair away from your face, “Thank you for having me, pretty girl.” You smiled at him as you brought him into a kiss and Jimin welcomed your lips against his. Feeling no type of way over the fact that Jungkook was just inches away watching the two of you. That’s what your man liked anyways. Jimin had no problem giving him a show if that’s what he wanted, “Beautiful little thing.” He mused against your mouth while you two kissed, the hand resting over your ass giving it a firm squeeze, “With a nice ass too.” He complimented smugly, making your ass jiggle after he grabbed it, “Fuck, I wanna put you on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Jimin hissed quietly, making you laugh into the kiss,

Jungkook watched and listened intently to Jimin. Feeling the chub in his swimming shorts beginning to tent the harder he became. He could visualize the things Jimin wanted to do to you so clearly and seeing the thoughts infiltrate his head in perfect clarity made Jungkook dizzy, “We can make that happen.” He interjected with a quick nod, his eyes turning to look at you as you pulled away from Jimin’s lips at his suggestion, “If you’re ready, baby.” He raised a brow and you smiled happily, head nodding enthusiastically,

Jimin looked towards you for confirmation and you smiled knowingly, having been waiting in agony for this moment, you were beyond ready,

“Always ready.” You mused, wading over to Jungkook who’s big, strong hands grabbed hold of either side of your waist to hoist you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool. You landed onto the ground with a loud, wet plop. A soft laugh leaving your excited lips from his display of strength, “Hurry, Jimin.” You demanded, your body leaning back and legs spreading as Jimin moved to where you sat and helped you prop your feet along the ledge of the pool,

“Who’s being impatient now?” Jimin teased, his hands resting along your inner thighs as he pushed them apart,

Jungkook hummed out at Jimin’s teasing and he clicked his tongue, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, brother.” A smile began to turn at the corners of his mouth, “Don’t keep her waiting. She gets mean when she has to wait.” Jungkook commented with a nod, his eyes lingering on your wet skin dripping with water, “Don’t you, baby?” He asked with a smirk along his lips and you ignored him,

You inhaled shakily, throwing Jungkook a look as he called you out for your impatience. Like it was your fault for being turned on by these two men with undeniable attractiveness, “I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered breathlessly, “I’m so wet.” You announced, hips raising as you felt Jimin’s fingers hooking around your underwear to pull it down and off you, freeing your thighs from the wet material and letting it dangle carelessly from one of your ankles. The three of you too overcome with desire to bother taking it fully off you,

“You don’t have to wait anymore, angel. We got you.” Jimin hummed, lidded eyes staring up at your pretty face as he sank into the water between your thighs, “We’ll take care of you now.” He nodded and Jungkook made a noise of agreement with his friend as he propped himself up against the ledge of the pool closer to you. Empty drink glass in hand, you hardly noticed Jungkook too had downed his drink. Eager to start the show you guessed,

"Just trust us." Jungkook mused, leaning up to capture your lips into a kiss as Jimin’s own lips roamed along your inner thigh. Jimin’s hot breath fanned out over your skin. Over the sensitivity of your exposed clit. Over your wet entrance. You whined out desperately, legs twitching in anticipation as Jimin loomed over your leaking pussy, “Relax, mama. You’re shaking.” Jungkook instructed you in between kisses, feeling you practically vibrate beside him in anticipation, “Thatta girl.” He whispered when your body began to still, his lips serving as a form of comfort to calm you down when you started to grow impatient, “You have to let Jimin enjoy this too, baby. Let him get a nice look at how beautiful you are. He’s not like me, you know.” Jungkook cooed to you, “He likes to take his time. Likes to worship.” Your man nodded, cupping your chin so that you could look only at him, “Likes to give you the princess treatment.” Jungkook hummed, licking into your mouth.

Your hands curled into the stoned ground below you, “You know I hate being treated like a princess.” You could hear the pout in your voice, nails scratching over the bricked surface as you met Jungkook’s tongue with yours and tasted the strong liquor off his lips mixed with the faintest taste of cigarette smoke. He had smoked just before joining the two of you, you were sure of it, “But fuck, you’re both so hot. I don’t even care.” You whispered to Jungkook, catching his lower lip and pulling on his lip piercings with your teeth shamelessly before you broke away from him to let out a soft groan,

Feeling Jimin’s fingers brush over your entry, your entire body shivered, forcing you to pull away from Jungkook at the sudden feeling of intrusion happening between your thighs, “Oh God.” You whispered, legs threatening to close and trap his head in your space. You were so sensitive and nothing even happened yet.

“You really are dripping.” Jimin commented with a groan, his lips watering at the way your entrance glistened with your juices leaking out, “Fuck, that’s sexy.” He leaned in close to your folds, his breath blowing over your clit as he spoke.

You struggled to contain your composure. Not wanting to be mean like Jungkook mentioned but you were about to grab your friend by the head and grind on his face yourself if he didn’t do anything soon, “God.” Your voice hitched in you throat, feeling Jimin’s mouth kissing over your folds, “Fuck, please.” You whispered, lips quivering as you glanced down to your friend mouthing over you,

Jungkook’s lips found their way to the side of your neck, “You sure you don’t want the princess treatment tonight, babe?” Jungkook snarked, “She wants to be treated like a whore, I think.” He nodded to Jimin, “Tell him, baby.” Jungkook smiled proudly, his face invading your space to press a soft kiss against your temple, lips trailing downwards to your cheek and jaw, “Tell Jimin how well your man knows you.” He murmured against your skin, the cocky smile on his face never faltering,

“Yes. That’s what I want.” You almost begged, “Jungkook knows what I want.” You spoke as if you were entranced under a spell. Like a puppet. “He knows what I like.” You nodded quickly, struggling to take a breath as you forced yourself to wait.

Jimin didn’t tease you any further after that. He wasn’t much of a tease anyways. Not like Jungkook who didn’t give in to your pleading no matter how much you begged sometimes. Jimin wanted to give you anything you wanted and more. He wasn’t hard to sway when it came to your moans.

With his lips pressing against your flesh, you sighed out in relief, almost bursting out with tears when you finally felt the soft suction of his lips attach against your clit to kiss it. “Fuck.” Jimin cursed under his breath at the taste of you, body dipping down lower until he was sinking more into the water, his tongue flicking over your clit then dragging downwards to your entrance, his own lewd moan muffling against your body as he lapped up your wetness,

Your jaw locked tight, eyes staring up blindly at the dark sky above you as your head dropped backwards, “F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You kept the swears rolling, “Holy fuck.” You cursed the moon, the stars, the clouds and just about everything in between. With your eyes finally closing, you let out a soft whimper, your shaky hand reaching down between your thighs to press against the back of Jimin’s head, guiding him as he worked on you,

“You sound so pretty.” Jungkook commented from beside you, clearly enjoying your reaction towards his friend, “See what I mean when I told you every hyung’s different?” He mused as if you could even focus on his words, “That’s why I want you to experience every unique thing my brothers have to offer.” Jungkook smiled, fingers moving your sopping wet hair away from your shoulders as he pressed heated kisses along your skin, teeth digging into the flesh along your neck and sucking the skin into his mouth,

Jungkook always knew Jimin was next on the list to fuck you and the years between when Taehyung did it first and now gave Jungkook enough time to calculate when would be the right time to ask Jimin. See, these things didn’t just happen lickity split. Good things take time and Jungkook was never in a rush.

After all, it did once take Jungkook every ounce of courage he had to even share this fantasy with you. And when it came to sharing you with his friends, he needed to make sure they weren’t just goofing around whenever any of them happened to mention wanting a night with you and him. When it came to Jimin though, Jungkook was very sure out of all his hyungs, he wanted you most. It was just a matter of playing the waiting game and biding his time before he could initiate anything. Lucky for him though, you mentioned taking a dip in the pool with Jimin on your own tonight. Making it easy for things to fall into place without Jungkook having to orchestrate anything.

Jungkook could tell Jimin wanted one change with you from the way his friend simply looked at you. He only needed to make sure Jimin wasn’t all just talk because if he could recall correctly, the night Jungkook met you for the very first time at the club you worked years ago, Jimin did happen to be the one that noticed you first. However, when it came down to who was going to buy a dance from you that night, Jimin backed out at the last minute. Leaving Jungkook to have you for himself… just like now… All these years later. Oh how Jungkook wished he could bet fat bills on how much Jimin had kicked himself that night for missing his chance.

You were too busy to even acknowledge Jungkook whispering in your ear. Even though you could hear every word he said, nothing registered. Nothing stuck. You were too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure dancing along your skin in the form of tingles, “I know.” You moaned out to Jungkook, “You’re all so..--” You squeaked a moan out when you felt Jimin’s tongue dip into you, losing your train of thought for a moment before you spoke again, “You’re all so- fucking good to me.” You purred, fingers pulling on Jimin’s hair, hips starting to grind over his mouth and face as he fucked you with his tongue,

Jimin grunted in response to you when you began to grind over his face, “Yeah, use me, love.” He pulled back to whisper between breaths, “Use my face.” He nodded with encouragement. Lips, mouth and face pressing back between your thighs, your clit grinding over his nose as his tongue dived back into you, lapping and sucking up your juices as if he had been without water for days,

“Yes…” You said the word maybe ten times already, “Fuck yes.” Okay, maybe 11 now. You just couldn’t articulate anything else to say. Your brain simply wouldn’t let you process anything else except feeling the pure heaven coursing through your body at the moment. Especially when your clit ground over Jimin’s mouth. Or when the little flicks of his tongue moving up every now and then came to meet your clit as his tongue moved in and out of you. You were sensitive beyond belief. Feeling the clench in your abdomen. Feeling the pulsating of your clit. Feeling the rush of wetness soaking your entrance the more closer you got to your orgasm,

Jungkook’s lips moved leisurely over every inch of your body he could reach. From your jawline to your neck and all the way down to your shoulder. A large hand cupped over your breast to play with your sensitive nipple too. He was slow. Took his time. Not in any rush to do anything except soothe you with his kisses until he felt your focus begin to stray. You were getting close to the peak and Jungkook knew this one was going to take a lot of energy out of you. So what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t help you get there even faster?

“Don’t go.” You whined when you felt Jungkook start to slowly pull away from where he was kissing on your neck. His hand that was playing with your breasts moved to grip onto the pool’s ledge as he sunk himself into the water instead,

Jungkook simply kept his eyes on you as he lowered himself into the pool, “Just trust me.” He nodded, a coy smile on his lips when he joined Jimin between your thighs. He kept his gaze locked on yours, eyes lowering to a smoldering stare while his friend felt the motion in the pool and pulled away from your throbbing pussy to move to the side and make space for Jungkook to join him, your man leaning in and wasting not a single second further. He took hold of your foot barely holding your body upright, pressing a kiss against your inner ankle and then moving his lips along your calf. Letting you feel his lips rings roaming over your skin before he placed your foot back onto the ledge of the pool and finally settled with his face at your pussy, “Fuckin’ soaking.” He cursed and then pressed his nose into your clit. In the way only he knew you liked. Making your eyes roll shut, mouth going slack and dropping open to let out a lewd moan,

“Oh… oh shit.” You gasped, your feet that were propped up onto the ledge of the pool nearly slipped and set your leg into the water when you felt Jungkook take over from Jimin’s spot and dive in between your thighs, his tongue flattening immediately over your clit, drawing circles around the sensitive flesh while Jimin took a moment to catch his breath.

“Shit, baby. Just like that.” You nodded, feeling your thighs begin to shake when his finger probed at your entrance, “Yes, fuck me, please.” You begged, breath panting when he began to slide his middle finger into you, his lips pulling away from your clit only for him to spit right onto it, letting his saliva drip from your clit to your entrance then he leaned back in again, tongue rolling and gliding between your folds freely, finger angling upwards as it moved in you to touch your entire soul.

Your body moved on its own. Using whatever strength you had left to lift yourself a bit to meet Jungkook’s finger each time he pushed it into you, “That’s my girl.” Jungkook husked as you lifted your hips and grounded yourself over his finger, “Fuck yourself like that on my fingers, baby.” He hummed out proudly, “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Jimin?” He asked his friend who agreed. Their voices sounded so far away. And you were too fucked out to even hear them talking by now. You couldn’t care less about anything else except chasing that sweet release you could feel building up anyways,

“Move over a bit, Kook.” You heard Jimin say and as shameless as Jimin was, he truly caught you off guard this time when he leaned down as well next to Jungkook. Going back to his previous position only this time, sharing the space with your man.

He didn’t care. Jungkook didn’t seem to either. They were both too drunk on lust to give a fuck that they were basically kissing each other as they both ate you out. And when Jimin’s tongue joined Jungkook’s? Taking over the spots that your man missed. His tongue flicking over your clit while Jungkook licked at your entrance the same time as he fingered you. You swore on your life this was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. So hot that the fucking feeling started to make you jolt and cry above them,

“Fuck, I’m- I’m.. gonna cum.” You squeaked out, “No, fuck, I’m gonna–” You actually started to cry now, feeling your stomach’s muscles contract and that familiar feeling of pleasure start to prick along your skin. Making you feel as though you were going to explode. And explode you would. “I–I- I think..” You couldn’t speak anymore, your words getting stuck in your brain as you attempted to get their attention,

Jimin’s mouth moved from your clit to your inner thigh, letting Jungkook take over again so that he could talk you through your reaching orgasm, “Come on, angel.” Jimin urged you, his sleek brown eyes looking up at you as if he was begging, “Wanna feel our slut cream all over us.” He hummed, lips tracing along your inner thigh and then he was helping Jungkook by reaching down and pushing his index finger into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his finger entering you. And then the realization that both men were fingering you hit you like a truck, making your hips writhe in pleasure, “Just like that, honey. Keep going.” Jimin instructed you when you began to rock your hips against their fingers inside of you. Two different fingers from two different men. The sensations were throwing you over the edge and suddenly you felt the impending doom named your orgasm suck you into a void,

“--I’m gonna squirt!” You finally managed to get out. almost screaming in ecstasy but they ignored your warnings. Urging you to meet that climax as they swapped positions without you realizing, Jimin’s finger now pushing into you alone and Jungkook’s mouth now at your clit again. It was all too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. And with one, two, three more whines, you lost control. Squirting on the two men between your legs with a cry.

Tears leaked out of your eyes as you shook and shivered above them. Sobs of pure bliss leaving your lips as you gasped for air, “Oh my god.” You cried, the orgasm shooting through your body and making you squeeze your eyes closed so tight you saw white behind them, “F-Fuck.. Fuck.” You continued, legs going limp and your chest heaving for air as your body worked through the orgasm. Your man and his friend didn’t relent. They didn’t move out of the way. Didn’t duck and grimace at you for squirting. They fucking loved it. Only slowing their movements to help you through the climax, letting you ride it out on their faces, fingers and tongues. Each of them wanting to get a taste of you. Both battling to get a drink of the nectar that was you.

You felt like water. Flowing, free and intense.

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“Look at her. Little fucking slut.” Your man spoke through clenched teeth, his hand burying into your wet hair and holding your head still, “Let me fuck your mouth like that.” He kept you in place, hips rocking back and forth to make you swallow down his cock, “Good girl. Take it. Keep looking at me.” He commanded and you obliged willingly. The gloss in your eyes making you look as fucked out as ever while you looked up at your man,

You gagged on his length but Jungkook didn’t have any worries about it. He always made you choke like that and you loved it. Loved the thought that tomorrow you’ll wake up with a hoarse voice. Loved the tears welling up in your eyes and making your mascara run down your cheeks. You must have looked crazy. With your makeup smeared and tear stained cheeks. This is what you loved. To be used like this. To be completely at this man’s disposal. Only Jungkook could be like this with you. Only he could be this rough and this cruel. That was the difference between letting someone into your sex life. He made it known through the whole room who you belonged to and Jimin never tried to overstep that boundary.

“Mmf.. Baby..” You gasped for air when Jungkook let you breathe, “You’re so big. Making me choke.” You complimented him and saw the way his chest puffed up, all confident from your commentary. You knew how much he loved when you praised him, “Feels so good.” You hummed, lips lazily dragging along his length, your tongue tracing the curve of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again,

“Don’t forget about Jimin, baby. You’re slowing down.” He tsked between moans and you whimpered with his length in your mouth. Eyes shutting and a tear leaking out of your eye as he continued to guide your lips along his cock.

After the earth shattering orgasm you had at the poolside, the guys needed to help you back into the house. You couldn’t keep yourself sitting upright after that and they decided it was best to continue in the bedroom. They were sweet and attentive. Making sure you drank some water. Making sure you were okay to keep going and then helping you into the room like the gentleman they were but pushing you onto the softness of the bed and letting you charge up as they slipped out of their swimming shorts.

You only needed a second to recuperate. To get your legs that felt as though they were stuck in a permanent jello-like state to come back to life. And then you were back at it. Begging for the two of them to put their dicks in your face. So here you are now. On your knees at the edge of the bed while Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of you, your lips wrapped expertly around the length of your man’s cock and your hand wrapped around Jimin’s own. Sucking your man off and pumping his friend at the same time. Switching between them after taking a breath and then continuing the motion all over again. Making everyone in the room sigh out and fill the place with pleasurable noises. You thought your man’s moans were sexy but the two of them together? Oh, you were doomed.

“She’s so good.” Jimin was fighting to control the weak moans leaving his lips, “Love this pretty mouth.” He whispered to you, a gentle palm caressing over your cheek, “Such a good fucking slut.” He spat the words out to you despite touching you so gently.

That was such a Jimin thing, wasn’t it? Being soft spoken and sweet but also being filthier than anything. It made you want to do more. To go deeper. And so you did. Your hand around Jungkook’s cock twisting while your thumb rubbed over the tip of him, a silent reminder that you would never forget about your man even though you had Jimin’s length down your throat. It was easier to deep throat Jimin anyways and you knew Jungkook knew that. It wasn’t as though he was smaller. Size never mattered anyways. He just wasn’t as girthy as your man. He was the perfect size and made it easy for you to gag and choke on him without feeling as though you were about to die the way Jungkook’s length would make you do,

With your lips running over the length of Jimin’s cock, your tongue moved along the underside of him, sucking over the veins pulsating and then you were letting the tip of your tongue flick over the head of his cock, lapping at the precum beading at the tip, “Shit.” You moaned at the taste of him, “Tastes so good.” You whispered to Jimin, reaching up to stroke him as you pulled away,

“I want both of you in me.” You whispered with tears on your lashes, “Raw.” Your hope filled eyes stared up at the faces of the two men in front of you as you panted for air and without a second thought, the two of them were climbing onto the bed, Jungkook's firm hand at your shoulder pushing you backwards so that you were on your back,

Jungkook was the only one that’s ever fucked you raw. He wasn’t too keen on letting anyone inside of you without protection. But tonight, he was feeling generous. “You know I don’t always agree to that.” He grunted, “But you’re being such a good girl.” He nodded towards his friend, “And I’m makin’ an exception because it’s Jimin.” Jungkook hummed out low, leaning over the edge of the bed towards the nightstand where he kept a bottle of lube just for moments like this, “On your knees, baby. Gotta prep you for me.” Jungkook commanded and you were already springing into action, a permanent smile on your lips as you rolled over,

“Lay down, handsome.” You beckoned Jimin to lay in the spot you were just in, guiding him with your hands on his shoulders as he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted grunt, “Tired already?” You pouted at Jimin who only laughed, his hands at your waist to help you as you climbed over onto him and planted your bare body into his lap,

“You tire me out, yes.” He confessed, voice low and deep with desire, “But that’s good. Means I’m working overtime for you.” Jimin smiled up at you and you let out a giggle, your hands resting along his chest before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his lips,

Smiling triumphantly into the kiss you shared with Jimin, your lips moved lazily against each other for a moment before you began to pull away, your hand resting at the base of his throat as you sat up, “Rest now. I’ll do the work.” You nodded, giving his throat a squeeze that made Jimin’s eyes flutter from the feeling, “Oh.” You moaned after scooting yourself back a bit so that your pussy was pressing down on his rock hard length. You rocked your hips, gliding your clit over his length and shivering from the feeling. You were still too sensitive down there. Too sensitive to give your clit any attention for now.

Jungkook took a seat on the side of the bed in front of you and next to Jimin, lube bottle in hand as he observed you and his friend with intent in his eyes, “Actually, I wanna watch for a bit.” He mused, a smirk playing on his lips, “I’ll join when you’re ready for me.” Jungkook nodded to you, an encouraging smile on his face although his dick was throbbing in agony for release.

This moment was more important than his own self. Your moment and satisfaction was important to him and Jungkook knew how bad you wanted someone inside of you. He knew putting his cock inside of your ass right away would be too much for you and so, he decided to wait. To watch and wait until you were in pure bliss.

Lost in Jungkook’s eyes as he spoke, you felt yourself getting warped into his stare. That endless deep sea of chocolate coloured eyes made you feel as though you were the only person in the room. As if he could see right into your soul. This whole time you had been on a high. A high you didn’t want to come down from. Your body moved on its own through it all. Feeling the slick between your thighs from your own mess. Letting yourself chase hungrily after the attention these men gave you. Your mind was in a different state. A state that made you possessed with lust. You felt as though you were in an alternate reality. As if this wasn’t really you. But one look at Jungkook. One look at him reminded you that this was very real. This was happening. The realization made you begin to tremble with excitement and you smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly because you knew he felt it too,

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” Jimin cooed and you nodded, wasting no more time, you took a deep breath and lifted yourself up. With the help of Jimin, he took you by the hip with one hand and reached down between your legs with his freehand, making his cock press into your entrance. His teeth clamped down shut feeling the heat of his dick pushing at your entry, “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath and you moved his hand away from his length as you positioned yourself above him on your own, grazing your folds over the tip of his cock before you slowly let him insert himself into you,

Your head dropped back at that. Teeth trapping over your lower lip and biting down onto the flesh as you lulled your head to the side and gasped, eyes fluttering as you listened to the wet sounds your body made as you sunk down onto him, “Sh–Shit.” You stuttered, a hand holding over your breast while the other rested along Jimin’s abdomen, long acrylic nails digging into his skin. You could feel yourself being stretched open by him. Could feel the twitch and throb of his cock filling you up. Your legs quaked, the all too familiar feeling of jelly coming back into them as the stimulation of his length inside of you made you shake, “So big.” You breathed out, feeling the curve of himself in you as you sat down on his cock, your hips rocking to help you adjust yourself to his size,

Jimin stared wordlessly as he watched the way your pussy swallowed his dick up, “She’s so tight.” He blurted, head shaking in dismay because after all that creaming and squirting, you were still putting his length in a vice grip, “Oof.” He husked out breathlessly, eyes looking up at your face as you began to rock your hips against him, “You okay, princess?” He asked, hands resting over your thighs and giving them a squeeze, “Move whenever you’re ready. Don’t force yourself.” He was so sweet.

Jungkook on the other hand was in another world. Getting a full view of yourself lowering onto his friend’s cock shouldn’t have made his dick twitch the way it did. The painful throb in his length returned to slap him in the face and bring him back to reality as he watched on with hungry eyes.

This part of being a cuck was always the worst. Having to watch and feel himself slip into his delusions. Having to sit and just… watch. Watch the way you stretch out onto someone else’s dick. Desperate whines leaving your lips as you forced yourself to take it all. It was agonizing having to keep his hands to himself. How could a person that yelled about someone separating perilla leaves for you have a kink like this? Was it weird to be a jealous person by nature but also love to see your girl get fucked by his mates? Questions like this plagued Jungkook’s mind but he didn’t even want to try and figure it out. This is what Jungkook liked. This is what Jungkook wanted.

“Oh, Jimin.” The way you said your friend’s name made Jungkook focus. His gaze growing dark and desperate as you began to move. Hips rocking side to side for you to find the right angle and then you were bouncing. Lifting yourself up and pushing back down. Making his friend fill you up with his cock each time.

Jimin watched you with a slack jaw, one hand resting over your thigh and the other hanging onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his length with his hand squeezing over your skin. He closed his eyes briefly. Just for a moment. Taking the second to relish in the feeling. The feeling of your walls closing around him each time you sank down on his cock. The feeling of your warmth and tightness taking more of him each time you bounced, his lips letting out deep grunts as your skin slapped against each other, “Jungkook, you lucky fuck.” He cursed between breaths, eyes opening to glance over to his friend at his side, “No wonder you stay buying her a new car every. fucking. month.” He grunted the last three words out in time with you bouncing on him, “No wonder she has her own black card.” He hissed out, head dropping back against the pillow under him,,

Jungkook's lips involuntarily spread into a proud smile and he nodded, “Anything she wants. She gets.” He confirmed, “Nothing is too much when she’s bouncing on me like that. She could make me do anything she wants.” He started to chuckle, eyes on the way your breasts bounced along with your movements,

The two friends spoke about you as if you weren’t in the room and it made you start to giggle at their honesty, “S-S…Sounds like you’re– ah,” You moaned, “Like you’re enjoying yourselves.” You whispered out quickly, slowing your movements so that you were grinding over Jimin with his dick in you, “Fuck, I could cum from this.” You purred, “You feel so fucking good in me.” You gazed down at your friend, taking your hands within your own and bringing them to your chest, “Touch me.” You instructed him, your waist rocking in a way that made his length rub against that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars, “Fuck me.” You continued, making him raise his hips to fuck into you as you stilled yourself from moving,

Jimin did as told. Hands cupping over your breasts and massaging over them as he gnawed over his lip, “I won’t last if you keep doing this.” He confessed, “I’m gonna nut so fucking quick.” He shook his head, fingers tweaking over your nipples and making your head drop back as you moaned. Planting his feet down onto the bed, he used the mattress as momentum to raise his hips and begin to thrust up into you at your command, hands dropping to rest over your ass, palms squeezing and making your ass clap as he pushed himself into you, “Like that?” He husked out, your body leaning down towards his chest as he held you close to him,

“Harder.” You commanded… demanded.

And harder he went. Holding you in place as he began to thrust with more force up into you, making your body jolt and shake from the feeling. He used the strength in his thick ass thighs to pound into you, making you entire world flip upside down as you moaned into his shoulder, your face burying into his neck and hands gripping over his shoulder, “Fuck yes, harder. Harder.” You whimpered into his skin, teeth grazing over his flesh and digging into him, leaving indents of your teeth on his neck,

“Damn.” You heard Jungkook breathe out and he shifted with discomfort next to the two of you. He was dying at this point. The tip of his dick pooling with precum and his fists balling into the sheets of the bed, gripping over the material and trying not to rip into it as the agonizing pain in his angry cock started to make him dizzy, “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He grunted, making your eyes flash open so that you could look at him,

“Koo…” You groaned your man’s name while Jimin continued, making Jungkook’s head snap up like a dog hearing its owner at the sound of his name dripping out of your lips like sweet honey, “I need you now.” You nodded fast, “Need you inside me too, baby.” You could feel Jimin’s cock throbbing inside of you and you knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was close. But he felt so good. You didn’t want it to end, “Don’t you cum yet, Jiminie.” You begged, “Not yet.” You hummed out although your hips kept moving to meet his thrusts, “I-...” You felt your stomach start to clench and shook your head, trying to focus on anything except climaxing, “I want you, Koo.” You breathed out through your nose and Jungkook stood up all too quickly at your statement, snatching the bottle of lube off the bed with a grunt,

“I’m here, mama.”

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With teeth gritting, Jungkook heaved a breath. Barely making an inch into you before you were already trying to push back against him, your ass moving with fervor. Needing more of him before he was even fully inside of you. The feeling was indescribable. The bed he knelt on felt like a plank under him although the mattress was softer than anything. The weight of his body felt dull and heavy. Your body felt so far away. Jungkook’s mind was spinning. Losing oxygen in his lungs because he was holding his breath. This action wasn’t all that new to your relationship. Anal. But this position was entirely new. Double penetration.

Jungkook wasn’t even sure you would be able to handle it. He clearly underestimated you with the way you were searching for more feeling from him even with having his friend’s cock deep inside of you already, “Easy, baby” Jungkook’s hand pressed at your lower back, “Don’t wanna hurt you.” His jaw flexed while his hand on your back snaked its way up to grip onto your hair, pulling the locks into his fist while the other hand slowly guided his cock into you.

Using the width of Jimin’s chest, you placed your palms down onto him to keep yourself from falling forward. You used him for some much needed support as you attempted to relax. Stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead that was dotted with sweat. Your back glistening with perspiration too. You were exhausted and your body was working overtime to accommodate the width of your man’s cock inside of you. The initial stretch hurt as he pushed the head of dick pass the ring of muscles in your ass. Feeling as though he might split you in two but you were stronger than Jungkook knew. You could take him and that you were sure of.

“H..Hah..” You whimpered, The squelching noise of lubricant filling the room with your quiet groans as your man pushed the tip of his dick against your ass. Even though he had prepped you for as long as you could hold off for, the pressure was still borderline unbearable. And here you thought Jimin stretching your pussy apart was too much. But your man’s cock so wide and girthy as it was, had the pleasure rushing up your back and fanning out across your shoulders, taking the life out of you, “H-Hi.” You managed to breathe out as you came close to Jimin’s face, your lips ghosting over his own as you looked into his eyes,

“Hi, honey.” Jimin started to smile, “You okay, princess?” He whispered to you, his dick inside you still raging hard even though you were no longer bouncing on him, “Breathe.” He instructed you, fingertips reaching up to brush the tear trailing out of your eye away, “Try to relax, okay? It’ll feel better soon.” He cooed, his head leaning up to press an airy kiss against your lips, “The calmer you are the easier it is for Jungkook to fit. Don’t you want to feel good?” He smiled as you nodded through shaky breaths while you kissed each other, “Good girl. Almost there.” He hummed out softly into your mouth, his voice sweet and calming. Making it just a smidge more easier for you to relax.

Thankful for his friend’s encouragement to you, Jungkook was able to push more of his length into you. He couldn’t even speak or offer calming words himself because he had his teeth digging into his lower lip. Trying to refrain from hissing out from the way your ass hugged his cock so tight and perfect. You both weren’t avid anal doers mostly because the prep work was far too time consuming for two people who liked to get down and dirty fast. But whenever the special occasion did arise, it was always a good time. “Beautiful.” Jungkook finally whispered, the last of his length sliding all the way into you, making your back arch and mouth hang open as a muffled moan left your lips and got swallowed by Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook's hand in your hair gave the locks a firm tug, “Ready when you are, mama.” He exhaled, freehand coming up to wipe the sweat from his neck,

Jimin was right. The more pliant you became, the quicker it was for your body to open up to Jungkook and welcome his size into you. It wasn’t easy though. Not even with three fingers inside of you could prepare just how big Jungkook felt. You swore you could feel even the veins on his length inside of you. Rubbing against your walls and filling you up in ways that will definitely give you a wobble in your step tomorrow.

You sighed out with a satisfied groan, your lungs feeling easier to breathe now that he was finally all the way in. There was truly nothing better than feeling the man of your dreams filling you up in the way Jungkook could. It was like he was made for you alone, “M..Move, baby.” You nodded, pulling away from Jimin’s lips to brace yourself for what was coming,

With one thrust as a test, Jungkook moaned out under his breath, his head shaking as it dropped back to look at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a second. Thanking God for blessing him by bringing a woman like you into his life. Dude didn’t even believe in religion but you had him praying anyway. “Shit.” He bit the inside of his cheek and then made one more thrust, his friend underneath you aiming his hips up right after Jungkook’s thrust to push into you himself.

The shock of electricity that shot through your veins almost knocked the wind out of you. You gasped out loud. Nails clawing into Jimin’s chest, your hand wrapping around his throat to hold onto him as they took turns thrusting into you. Jungkook made the first and Jimin followed. You were thankful for them being careful. The two of them being the more level headed ones out of the three of you. It wasn't your fault that you were so cock hungry for these two men. The things they did to you just had you wanting to be the greatest slut for them. Still, you were grateful for their attentiveness. Grateful that they took their time. Choosing your comfort and pleasure before their own. Now, thanks to all the prep and patience, the feeling of having both your holes filled made you think as though you were dying and coming back to life again. With each thrust the two friends made, the pitch of your voice grew higher. Turning into squeaks and pleas for more.

Dancers were always quick to find rhythm when music played. Jungkook and Jimin were no different in the bedroom. They followed the beat of your body perfectly. With their eyes trained on you. Reading your body language and following after you like two hungry animals. They chased the feeling. Thrusting deeper, harder and faster when you asked. You begged them to use you. To do whatever they wanted as long as they both released into you. You were nothing but a vessel now. The only thing you needed to do was hold yourself up and let yourself feel. They put in all the work. Cooing to you and telling you did such a good job being a slut just for them.

“Harder.” You mewled out, “Make me hurt.” Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. A sob of ecstasy threatening to break free from your lips. You didn’t want to walk tomorrow. You wanted to wake up tomorrow and be sore all over. That’s what you craved every time and right now was no different. You wanted a reminder every time you sat down. Every time you walked. Every time you bent. With both your men obliging to your requests, you could feel yourself desperately searching for that sweet spot your body craved to experience the most. You didn’t dare touch your clit. Knowing that stimulation paired with the rest would definitely send you over the edge. You didn’t even know if you could after the ravaging it went through by the pool. Instead, you let the seconds tick on. Let the minutes progress while you pushed back against Jungkook and pressed down on Jimin, hips circling as you yearned to feel the tips of their dicks so deep inside of you hitting the perfect spots.

“Can you take it?” Jungkook grunted to you between thrusts, his hand fisting tighter into your hair and giving it a nice, harsh pull, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.”

“Yea–” You tried to speak, knowing your man loved to hear you, “Yes…– I can take it, baby.” You nodded, your forehead resting against the center of Jimin’s chest, “Feels so– fucking good. Both of you.” You whimpered the words out, hearing your friend laugh under you,

“Such a sweet girl.” Jimin cooed into your ear, hands roaming over your waist as he pushed himself upwards into you, “Can’t wait to bust inside you.” He nearly growled the words out. Making your skin start to burn at the sound of his voice. The gentle, soft octave no longer existed. Jimin’s voice was raw with desire. Low rumbles leaving his chest each time he spoke, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” He continued, the rhythm of his flow starting to lose momentum as he grew closer and closer to release,

Jungkook grunted in response, freehand giving your ass a slap to make it bounce against his length, “Baby, this ass is looking like a masterpiece.” His Busan accent was making its feature the more drunk with pleasure he got and usually, the more turned on Jungkook got, the more unhinged his thoughts became as well, “Wish you could see this, Jimin-ssi. Maybe–” He took a pause to catch his breath, “--Maybe next time we can switch.” Jungkook huffed, chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his sweat trickling from his neck to slide between his pecs, “How do you want me, babe? On your back or inside you?” His hand that rested on your ass roamed up your sweaty back to grip onto your shoulder, a firm tattooed hand grabbing over your skin and leaving a trail of fire along your back wherever he touched, “Tell your Koo what you want.” He spoke between thrusts,

You pondered Jungkook’s question but your mind ran a blank each time you tried to come up with an answer. How did he expect you to respond with his dick ramming into you like this? Having him nut inside you would be a real mess to clean up and you knew you’d be sitting in the shower for a long time to get clean after. But the feeling. Fuck, the feeling of having both these men releasing inside of your holes had you answering without a second thought, “In me.” You pleaded, “Want you to cum inside me.”

And there it was. The moment you had been craving the most. Your soul left your body at the unexpected feeling from Jungkook’s new angle. The force of him using your shoulder as support while he drove his length into you made Jimin raise his hips higher to compete with his friend’s thrusts. Your friend pressed into your g-spot. The curve of his dick pushing at it and making you start to tremble. Your walls closed around Jimin’s cock and your throat went dry. Unable to tell your men that you were going to cum. They knew anyways. Knew your body by now. Knew that when you seized up and your legs began to shake meant you were hitting that peak. Only now it was more intense than ever. With the added sensation of your man in your ass, you could only hide your face into Jimin’s sweat slicked chest and cry out pleas for them not to stop.

You died. You had to. Died and came back to life. Or as the french would call it, la petite mort. You had to put this shit on the top 10 climaxes of your life that’s for sure.

You collapsed onto Jimin with your arms giving out but he caught you and held on, arms snaking around your body and hushing your babbling with soothing words although his hands that rested over your ass, started spreading your cheeks wider for Jungkook to keep thrusting, “That’s our girl.” He coaxed the orgasm out of you, “Do what you need. Hurt me, I don’t give a fuck.” He hummed out as you bit over his collar, your nails scraping down his chest to his abs.

The sensation of you creaming on his length made Jimin’s breath begin to accelerate. Your walls gripping around the base of his cock and trapping him inside of you. His mouth began to water. And he could feel how sweaty he was. The realization that he was close made him more aware of his surroundings now but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. His stomach clenched and filled with heat. His dick twitching and while you rocked your hips to ride the climax out, Jimin knew at that moment he was done for.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Jimin announced, making Jungkook snicker out from behind you, “Shut up.” He spat to Jungkook who, although he couldn’t see, knew had a stupidly cocky grin along his lips.

You begged for him to cum inside of you and Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. Making one, two more thrusts and then he stilled, head dropping with a thud against the pillow under his head as he released into you. His cum shooting right up inside of you and filling you up. He let out a deep moan, groaning your name lewdly as he held you up and thrust himself into you while you mustered strength to meet his thrusts, helping him to ride the release out the same way he helped you, “Don’t pull out.” You whispered to Jimin, soft fingertips gliding over his rosy cheeks as you pressed your forehead against his, “Stay inside me until Jungkook finishes.”

Listening to you begging Jimin to cockwarm you made Jungkook delirious. He wished so badly to be a fly on the wall just to watch the scene unfolding. But his own view wasn’t too shabby if he had to say so himself. “Fuck, I’m dying.” He groaned, sweat dripping from his hair and making him feel sticky. He didn’t care. No one did. That was the beauty of sex. You both liked it nasty. Like it sweaty. After all, that’s what showers were for, right?

And for all that laughing Jungkook was doing at his friend earlier, he shut up immediately when he felt his own balls start to swell with the need to release. Hearing your cute little whines and cries from the sensitivity of your orgasm and his friend nutting inside you was enough to push Jungkook towards the end. His lips pressed together tight, hips stuttering for a moment and then he was pushing you downwards, raising your ass and pinning you against Jimin,

“Fuck.” He cursed out loud and you beckoned him to fill you up, your hand weakly reaching behind you to grab over your ass cheek, spreading yourself and backing up to reach his pelvis, “Stay that way.” He instructed you to which you had no problem obliging, “Fuck, like that.” Jungkook nodded with a breathless whisper as you backed up on him, making his cock burying deep inside of you, “Shit, babe–” Was the last thing he said and then he was spilling into you. The obscene sounds of his groans, his cum shot and the lube noises were filthy. So sexy.

The release made Jungkook dizzy. The pressure made the blood rush to his head and caused him almost to lose balance for a moment. He pressed his face into your back as he came, lips and tongue trailing up your spine. Swiping the sweat on your back away with the tip of his tongue and then he was sinking his teeth into your flesh, body quivering and moans muffled against your body while he rode it out. Rode it out until the head of his cock tingled with sensitivity. And then he was pulling out of you, leaning back and holding your ass apart to watch his cum start to trickle out of you,

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” He groaned, letting you go as the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion took over at once, “Come here, my love.” He called out to you, collapsing onto the bed next to Jimin with a huff. He pushed a hand through the sweat soaked hair on top of his head, fixing the disheveled mess and running his fingers through the locks to get it out of his face, “You alright, baby?” Jungkook questioned you, tired eyes inspecting over your face to ensure that you were okay,

Weakly, you peeled yourself off Jimin. A small whine leaving your lips as you pulled your body off from where his cock stayed nice and snug inside of you. Clenching your walls to keep his cum inside of you, you scrambled over to Jungkook and curled up on your side between the two men and let Jungkook pull you into his arms as he glanced over to Jimin, “You good too?” He asked his friend and Jimin nodded limply, eyes glazed and fucked out as he turned over to face the two of you, his hand reaching over to trail over your waist,

The two friends exchanged a look. One of… appreciation. One of… thankfulness. And one of… never to mention this interaction to anyone. Not in fear of judgment but in fear that the other’s would grow jealous because there was no chance in hell they wouldn’t feel some type of way knowing something fucking intense and exhilarating as this took place.

“That was amazing.” Jimin commented with a tired sigh and he leaned over, moving your hair away to press a kiss against your shoulder. He lingered over your body for a few moments. Face pressing and nosing over your skin before he reached down towards the blankets half hanging off the mattress, his form sliding out of the bed as he pulled the sheets over your body to cover you up, “I’ll go shower first. You two get your rest.” He announced and Jungkook nodded, eyes on his friend’s back as he exited the bedroom on wobbly legs,

“Don’t fall asleep, mama. You gotta shower.” Jungkook hummed out low, arms sliding around your sticky body and bringing you against his chest, “Need anything?” He asked, fingers moving freely through your hair and wrapping the locks that stuck to your back around his wrist and away from your skin in effort to cool your body down, “Want some water?”

Sleep was all you craved now. Your body feeling as if it weren’t connected to your head anymore. As far as you knew, you were already asleep. The daze of getting plowed into by two men making your eyelids heavy. “Not sleeping.” You mumbled and pushed your face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder, eyes closing in bliss. You were quiet as Jimin left the room, a longing to have him stay making you want to tell him to wait but the need to be glued to Jungkook’s side was stronger, “Just need you.” A soft whisper mumbled into your man’s skin, “Was I good?” You asked, lifting your head slowly to peek at him.

Hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on in the distance, the noises of water falling made Jungkook sleepy himself. He had his eyes closed, an arm resting behind his head as he laid on his back, soft tufts of air leaving his lips as his breathing stilled, “More than good.” He opened an eye and glanced over to you when he felt your gaze on him, “You were perfect, baby.” He nodded, turning a bit so that he was facing you now and coming closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “Did you ever doubt yourself?” He started to smile, eyes wrinkling cutely and his teeth spreading into a blissful smile, “I never doubted you for a minute.” He nodded, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, “Thank you for doing this.”

You leaned into Jungkook’s embrace, eyelashes fluttering as you nuzzled his palm with your cheek. Feeling the warmth of his love radiating through his skin and transferring to yours. Sinking into your flesh and injecting into your veins like the finest drug in the world,, “I love you.” You hummed quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “Thank you.” You smiled more, “Can you shower with me?” You asked, eyes rounding into your signature puppy-eyed look because you knew if your pussy couldn’t make you get your way (which it did all the time, don’t kid yourself), this look would make Jungkook fold in seconds,

Jungkook began to laugh, starting to sit up a bit as he nodded, “Baby, I don’t even think you could walk right now. Let alone stand in the shower by yourself.” He joked, “Can you even feel your legs?” Your goofball of a man was back and it made you roll your eyes tiredly, “Of course we’re showering together. Jimin can change the bedsheets.” He smiled triumphantly,

“Hey– I heard that.” Jimin grumbled as he made his way back into the bedroom after his shower, hair sopped wet from and dripping down his shoulders as he walked into the room with his towel wrapped around his waist, “You’re making us breakfast in the morning if I have to change the sheets..” He declared, arms folding confidently over his chest as he stood before the two of you,

“Deal.” Jungkook agreed with a beam, “I’ll make sure to cook you a nice, hearty breakfast if you do us this favor.” He nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his friend to help with the chore of stripping the bed. It was the least Jimin could do from the way he sweat right through the sheets anyways, “Now help me get our girl to the shower.”

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Feeling soft lips roaming over the side of your neck made you stir in your sleep. A tired hum leaving your mouth while you felt the pair of lips kiss against your collar bone then your shoulder and finally over your bare chest, “Mm… Baby, it’s too early.” You thought it was Jungkook bugging your ass for some early morning loving, “Tomorrow, please.” You grumbled tiredly, “You almost broke me yesterday. I need a day to recover.” Your voice was laced with sleep but the kisses continued, a sweet laugh coming from your side that did not sound like your man’s.

“Jungkook?” You questioned, still in a sleepy daze but slowly realizing that the kisses being placed on your skin were not from him at all. The lip rings you always felt pressing into you were missing.

At that, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you peeked to your side. Not feeling an urgency to panic over who the mystery person was because you knew in this house, you were safe no matter what, “Oh..” A tired smile formed along your lips as Jimin greeted you, “Morning, Mimi.” You slowly turned onto your side to face him, your cheek smushing into the pillow under your head, “I thought you were Koo.” You murmured apologetically, leaning into his palm as he reached over and caressed along your cheek,

He was already fully dressed for the day and sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Wearing a loose sweater that covered his hands and a pair of lounge shorts, “Morning, princess.” He smiled at you, bare skin rosy and fresh from his shower and hair falling delicately around his face, “Jungkook told me I could wake you up. He’s making something for you to eat downstairs.” Jimin chirped, “I already ate. It was really delicious.” He tapped over his stomach with his freehand, his fingertips stroking along your cheek now moving to run over your back, his adorable crooked tooth appearing as he smiled wider, “Did you have a nice sleep?” He rubbed over your back, warm palms against your bare skin starting to wake you up,

“I slept like a log.” You let out a soft giggle, rubbing your face against the pillow as you blinked away sleep, “Passed out after showering and didn’t move an inch until now.” You nodded, feeling more alert and awake now when you recollected the memories of the prior evening’s activities, “I had a lot of fun last night.” You started to smile at Jimin, beginning to sit up.

You felt the ache in your muscles as you collected the blanket draped over your naked form and hiked it from where it was wrapped around your waist to your chest now. The pain in your body was a silent reminder of how eventful your night really was. Your whole body hurt like a bitch but it was a nice hurt. It was a dull sore in your back. In your shoulders. Your chest. Your ass. Your knees and even your thighs. You felt refreshed if you had to be honest. You know the feeling of having a really good workout? That.

“What about you?” You asked, covering your body with the duvet and wrapping yourself in its softness, “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept like a baby.” Jimin began to chuckle, “But I have to get ready for my flight soon.” He grumbled as if he didn’t want to leave, “I’m going to be thinking about you guys for the entire flight.” He joked but you knew he was telling the truth, “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” Jimin looked towards the door as if he was hoping Jungkook would come upstairs and help him through what his question. He hesitated for a moment and you quirked a brow, wanting to ask him to just spit it out, “Well…” He sighed, giving you a sheepish look, “I wanted to ask–”

“Do you wanna go with him to Japan?” Jungkook interrupted from the doorway, his smile radiating into the room from the door. He too was looking refreshed and clean. The sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead last night was no longer there. Only soft, bouncy locks draped around his face like luscious curtains now.

Damn, how long have you been sleeping? What time was it?

“I mean, do you want us to go to Japan with him.” Jungkook was heavy on the us because even though he had let his friend have his way with you last night, he wasn’t about to just let Jimin whisk you away into his arms and disappear to a different country. No, sir. He had his fantasies, yes but this wasn’t about to turn into a regular occurrence… unless you wanted it to, of course.

You looked at Jungkook with shock on your face and then at Jimin, your head shaking in disbelief, “Wha– why?” You asked, “What are we gonna do there?” You began to question them even though you were already thinking of what outfits you needed to pack. Where were those cute sneakers Jungkook just bought you? You would definitely be needing them for all of the cute themed cafes you’d be dragging the boys to. Your mind began to wander and you almost didn’t hear Jungkook speaking as he walked further into the room,

“Eat. Drink. Sightsee.” Jungkook hummed, a steaming cup of tea in his hands as he sunk onto the bed with one knee, placing the cup down onto the nightstand next to you before he took a seat, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his warm embrace, “What else do people do in a different country, silly.” He snickered at your questions, fingers moving up to smooth your bed head away and fix the tousled locks that were sticking up around your head, “It’s a little last minute but I figured that we could use the getaway and Jimin could use the company, right?” He looked at Jimin who nodded eagerly,

“Eating ramen alone in the middle of the night just isn’t fun anymore.” Your friend drooped sadly, his puppy-kitty like eyes swallowing you up as he gave you a convincing stare, “It sure would be nice to go on a trip with my friends.”

You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Pros… it was fucking Japan. Cons… the flight was leaving tonight. You had to pack and prepare! These goofs really thought they could give you such short notice? Ah, fuck it. “I mean… it is quite lonely eating ramen alone. You have a point there.” You reached for the cup of tea Jungkook had brought you and blew on the liquid as you brought it to your lips, feeling your stomach grumble as the appetite opening smell of the herbal tea wafted to your nose, “Wait… can I eat first?” You pouted, “Okay yes, fine. Yes, but I need to go home and pack too. Fuck, where’s my passport?” You looked at Jungkook as he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking when he chuckled at you, “What?”

“Can I eat first.” He repeated after you, “That’s the first thing she asks…” He snorted, shaking his head, “Of course you can, baby.”

“And one more thing.” You gave the two of them a deadpan look after you took a sip of your tea, the two both equally looked at you with curiosity, “We do whatever we did last night again.” You nodded and both Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance between each other. One of disbelief. Shock and…. Interest.

“Fuck yes.” Both Jimin and Jungkook blurted at the same time, making you smile coyly.

“Who else has a free schedule?” You suddenly asked, “Maybe… someone else wants to join.” You weren’t even sure of what you were asking, hoping the two men in front of you could catch your hint, “Like you said… eating ramen alone just isn’t fun.” You gave Jimin a smile at the hidden meaning of what you were saying and Jungkook hummed out lowly,

“Namjoon said he’s free.” Your man announced, fingers tapping over his phone quickly, “Just asked him.”

“Namjoon...” You pondered his name, thinking of all the times you’ve spent with him. There weren’t many. And the ones you did remember were mostly spent in comfortable silence next to each other doing your own things while the other members were off playing games or other rowdy activities together, “Does he.. uh, like ramen?”

“Oh, he loves ramen.” Jimin nodded, “Has a big appetite for it.” He orchestrated with his hands and the three of you laughed together.

“He said he’s in. Will meet us at the airport.” Jungkook concluded, the smirk on his lips never swaying as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the side of your head, “Let’s go eat.” He ended the conversation there but the butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach only started.

This might just be the start to something… amazing.

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turtletaubwrites · 9 months ago

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Same Time

Thank you, anon for this delicious request! I hope you enjoy it! 🔥

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader x Zoro

Word Count: 1123

Ao3 Link

Summary: Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Arguing, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Threesome - F/M/M, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (be safe out there), Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Come Eating, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Spanking (barely), Polyamory, Established Relationship, Pet Names, Shameless Smut

A/N: This request was so 🥵🥵 I hope I did it justice!

Your boyfriends were always competing.

Who could take down the most enemies? Who could hunt down the biggest beast for dinner?

Who could make you come the most times in one night?

Their bickering could be cute or frustrating depending on the day, but you quickly learned that there was no way to stop them. Luckily, certain battles ended with you as the winner.

I should have brought a book with me.

“I’m first tonight, cook. You went first last time.”

“You’re too rough when you start, moss head. Our princess deserves more attention before you hammer away at her.”

You sat up a little straighter at the kitchen counter as their argument leaned closer to what you’d been looking forward to all day.

“Nah, she loves it when I ruin that pussy, don’t you,” Zoro teased, pulling you off of your stool to press you up against the counter. “Bet you want me to take you right now, huh?”

“Let me make her come on my tongue first,” Sanji demanded, tugging at your wrist, stopping as Zoro refused to let you move. “Since you’re too lazy to care for her.”

Their feud continued on for long enough that Zoro’s arms loosened their grip, so you pulled away to walk toward the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Where ya going?”

Rounding on them, you couldn’t help the hint of sharpness in your voice at all the time wasted.

“I’m tired. You’ve spent so much time arguing about who gets to do what first that I’m not into it anymore.”

The guilt on both of their faces was almost cute, although Zoro looked like he was itching to stay mad.

“So, I’m gonna go get myself off and pass out, unless you two can agree on something in the next thirty seconds.”

Your cook and your swordsman had another rapid fire argument while you tapped your wrist until they practically yelled their decision.

“Same time!”

“What?”

“Come here,” Zoro growled, as they both moved toward you, the dark looks in their eyes making you shiver.

Finally.

There was nothing like having these two men touching your skin at once. All that annoyance was forgotten as strong hands and warm lips took control.

Sanji made you moan when his fingers twisted into your hair, cradling your head as his lips found yours. Zoro’s rough hands trailed down your back, gripping into your hips before pulling your pants off, leaving you bare. He left a gentle kiss on your ass cheek followed by a hard smack that made you yelp into Sanji’s mouth.

The blonde pulled back with that look, almost a snarl as he shot cold eyes at Zoro. He caught your glare before he spoke, and kissed your cheek as he helped you out of your shirt.

“Bet you’re already drenched for me,” Zoro teased. You cried out his name as the silky hardness of his cock rubbed along your ass.

Sanji guided you, setting your hands along the edge as he went to his knees between you and the counter. The eye not hidden by his hair filled with a heat that parted your lips.

“Same time,” he breathed against your thigh, not speaking to you.

“Same time,” Zoro agreed, rubbing his tip along your folds before lining himself up behind you.

“Oh gods,” you moaned softly as Sanji’s mouth found your clit, that tongue starting to play right as Zoro slammed into you.

“So fucking wet,” Zoro laughed, fingers digging into your hips as he found his brutal pace.

Strangled moans and screams left your throat, and you clung to the edge of the counter as you fell apart, already so close.

The heavy thrusts of that thick cock inside you along with that wicked tongue on your clit was unreal, overwhelming, fucking incredible.

“Gods, this pussy is fucking tight,” Zoro hissed, between sucking and biting at your neck. “Gonna fill you up so good.”

Your knees were going weak, but Zoro kept his grip, while Sanji wrapped his arms around your legs, shoving his face even closer. His tongue explored further, licking along your folds. Zoro moaned in your ear as Sanji’s tongue tasted along your entrance, as if wanting to join that thick cock in fucking you.

Sanji left a deep hum of pleased laughter against you, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. Zoro’s thrusts staggered, his breath hot against your ear.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he growled, somehow slamming into you harder. “We’re gonna fuck so much come into you tonight, you won’t be able to walk. You want that?”

He tore a scream from your throat in answer as his movements became frantic.

“You taste like heaven, mon coeur. Do you like my tongue on your clit?”

The loss of his tongue where you needed it brought your eyes down to his, that mischievous glee doing you in.

“Fuck, Sanji. Please…”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Sanji wrapped his lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, just as Zoro bit down on your neck hard.

Your mind went fucking blank. All the sensations, all the pleasure poured through your body. Zoro groaned with your flesh still in his teeth as you milked his cock. You felt him twitching inside you, throbbing, spilling hot ropes of come, filling you up. Sanji moaned around your pulsing clit, still sucking until you were about to go insane from the overstimulation.

Their strong hands held you up as you thrashed, your throat gone raw with screams.

Sanji finally released your clit as Zoro slowed, making the swordsman moan again as he licked along your entrance, definitely licking that sensitive cock as it pulled out of you.

“Oh, fuck. San–”

Instead of helping you collapse, Zoro fisted his hand into your hair, holding you around the waist with his free hand while he shoved his tongue down your throat, interrupting your cries.

Your eyes were rolling white as Sanji moved beneath you. That sinful tongue ate at you like you were a bowl of something sweet, eating up that mixture of pleasure you and Zoro had created.

Tears streamed from your eyes, but your boys didn’t stop until Sanji had licked up every drop of come, kissing your thighs. Zoro helped you lie on the ground, your head in his lap while you watched Sanji strip.

“So,” Zoro teased, tracing his rough fingers over the marks on your neck, “Which do you think is better?”

“Huh?”

Words were still distant, especially as Sanji leaned closer, rubbing his hands along your thighs.

“Do you prefer to have the brutal assault, or the tender affection first, princess?”

An insatiable smile touched your lips as you moved your gaze between them.

“Same time, please.”

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a/n: What do you think? I think both is good 🥰

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xiaoscarasimp · 1 year ago

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A Small bit of Cat boi Smut

*drops another piece of smut and runs away*

yeah so uh this was a lot of fun there will be a part 2. This was supposed to take a lot more twists and turns but decided to hold off

Minors DNI pls

Cw:(oh lord where do we start?)

Afab!reader, cat girl reader,smut, degradation, praise, pet play, cat boi scara, cat boi lyney, magic, ooc,three some anal, SiZe KiNk

It was a mistake to try and get involved with the weird twink from Fontaine. He told you he'd come home and "cast magic on you and your significant other to help boost the relationship," So how did it end up like this?

Your cat boy, Scaramouche, had you pinned up against a wall with your arms above your head, eyes heavily lidded, hazed with lust. You, on the other hand, had grown cat ears and tail and where you were normally taller than him, he now was towering over you. He was always strong to begin with, but now with your reduced size, he seemed even stronger. You squirmed trying to escape his grasp, but actually couldn’t.

You could see the magician Lyney in the background laughing at the whole situation, commenting how cute you looked. When asked how he did this or why, the only response he could give was that it “was something you both wanted.”

Scaramouche ran his thumb across your cheek and then across your lips, admiring how cute you had become. His tail coiled itself multiple times around your wrists and while you tried to get free, your tail had other ideas: namely wrapping itself around the catboy's wrist. Your face turned beet red, not understanding why your body was responding the way it was. As the situation stood: you should be scared shitless, but why were you so turned on? Was it fear? Was it because you had a secret degradation fetish?

“I always knew you’d make an excellent cat girl,” Scaramouche says in a husky growl in your now very sensitive ear. His breath sent shivers down your spine, heat pooling in your lower half. “But smaller than me too? Can’t wait to feel how tight you are now.” He throws you on the bed and then gets on top of you, caging you between his arms. There was absolutely no escape now.

“Scaramouche, this isn’t right,” you manage to choke out. “It’s that weird magician’s fault. He’s the on-” You felt a hand on your throat, and tail in your mouth, gagging you.

“Don't. Ever. Speak. Of. Another. Man. In. Front. Of. Me.” Scaramouche’s ears press against his head. He has always been the jealous type, but with whatever magic the Fontaine guy had been working on both of you, the jealousness and possessiveness had been amplified. You see Lyney in the background, laughing hysterically, but this time he had given himself cat ears and tail to match you and your cat boy. He smirks at you, saying how hot this all was, but Scaramouche didn’t seem to hear him; he was trapped in his own lust.

Scaramouche starts undressing you, first with his eyes, but then his hands move their way up your smaller body, taking your shirt along with them. It was an easy task since your clothes hadn’t shrunk along with you; everything was loose on you, a few sizes too big. You press your thighs together, trying to not let him take off your pants, but they were already halfway around your knees. Despite the fact you moan “no, don’t do this,” you can’t deny you’re very turned on by all of this.

Lyney comes up behind Scaramouche, and whispers something in his ears, causing a wicked grin to appear on his face. The bluenette cat boy then slides your panties off, commenting how pretty your pussy was and how he wanted to ravage it immediately. You weren’t that much smaller than normal, but still worried if you could take him at your current size, because while the cat boy wasn’t huge by any means, he wasn’t exactly small either.

Scaramouche undresses himself, starting with taking his overshirt off slowly, revealing a black skin tight shirt that makes him look absolutely divine. He then slid down his shorts, revealing boxers already wet with pre cum. He was just so excited to ravage a pretty little cat girl. A pretty little cat girl, made just for him.

He buries his face in your sex, moaning that it tastes sweeter than normal, but what really surprises you is that Lyney comes around and runs his hands up and down your body, pinching your erect nipples. Your tail thrashes from all the over stimulation, wanting more and for it to stop at the same time. Scaramouche swats Lyney’s hands away from your body, scowling at the audacity of the magician to touch his beloved property.

“You’re not allowed to touch her until I’m done with her pussy,” Scaramouche growls. Lyney smirks, then comes around the cat boy, running his hands up and down his body this time, touches feather light, pinching his nipples gently causing the already horny cat boy to moan and become impossibly more erect. Scaramouche positions himself upright on the bed and pulls you up on his lap, kissing and biting your collarbone, hands still savoring your body.

“You said I couldn’t touch her, but you never said I couldn’t touch you,” Lyney says seductively, kissing the tattoo on the back of Scaramouche’s neck. His hands moved down to stroke the base of bluenette’s tail, causing his weeping member to thrust itself between your legs, causing you to gasp in pleasure.

"Oh, gods, I want to be in your tight little pussy," Scaramouche moans,thrusting between your legs, catching a bit more of your slick with each thrust. "Since you're a cat girl now, meow for me."

"Nyaa~" As you do a traditional cat girl pose, you can feel whatever dignity you had left dying. That was enough to get Scaramouche to start kissing you roughly, tongues battling it out in your mouth. Lyney’s hands move from stroking Scaramouche’s tail to slightly pulling on your tail, causing you to moan in your lover's mouth.

"Such a pretty little pet for me," your cat boy admires your neediness. "You know what a good pet needs? A collar, claiming that you are mine." At this point, Lyney conjures up a collar with a tag that says "Property of Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," and buckles it securely around your neck.

"Look what a good pet she is for you," Lyney cooed in Scaramouche’s ear. "Oh, how the tables have turned. The master becomes the pet."

You scowl at the two of them laughing at you. The magician’s eyes were ravenging you, wondering what acts he could convince your cat boy to do next. He had his own ideas swirling around in his head, and was wondering if your partner had any of the same ideas.

Scaramouche was still thrusting between your legs, the tip threatening to slip in. You were getting extremely turned on by this, wanting his cock inside you more and more with every thrust. He could pick up on this feeling, and quite honestly he felt the same.

However! He also wanted to hear you beg. Normally, you were in charge, but this time, this time he had a small cat girl sitting on his lap, moaning with every thrust between her legs.

"You want me, don't you?" He moans through kissing. "I'll give it to you if you beg." You can see Lyney smiling, egging you on as he pulls your hair, stimulating you even further. As you attempt to use the thrusting motion as means to try and alleviate the growing heat pool in your abdomen, Scaramouche just stops.

"Ah ah ah," He tuts. "You don't get off with out me, and you don't get me unless you beg."

"Please," you pitch your voice a bit higher than normal, swallowing your pride. "Please

I n-need you to help me." The mix of juices between your legs was electrifying. What ever magic the Fontaine man had cast made stimulation even better than normal.

"Good girl." He allows you to lift yourself up and insert his cock into your needy hole. "Aanh~. You were tight before, but this is a whole 'nother level. Such a tiny cat girl pussy, made just for me."

As you slide down his length, you couldn't help but to feel fuller than normal, your walls clenching his cock more vigorously than usual. He's not small by any means, but with your reduced size, it felt like it was going to stretch you out, to break you.

Scaramouche allows you to bottom out and adjust to his size before thrusting, causing you to cum almost immediately.

"Such a good little whore you are," He purrs in your ear. "Cumming from insertion alone? You must have really needed it, didn-" You yank his head down and start kissing him passionately again. Reduced size or not, you didn’t have to pull very hard to make him come down to devour your lips.

“I still haven’t gotten my high yet, so just bear with me darling,” He manages to rasp. “I can almost see where my dick is inside you. You’re taking it like a good little whore. Just for me: a good little whore just for me.” As he thrusts deep inside you, he swears he can see a slight bulge in your stomach from where his dick was kissing your womb.

“F-fuckk,” Scaramouche groans and releases his load, pulling your hair right behind your cat ears, and painting your insides creamy white. Although he had just cum, he was still impossibly hard. Lyney murmurs something in your partner’s ear once more, and you start to feel a bit worried. Whatever the two cat boys were discussing could never be good, especially when Scaramouche smiled like a wicked cheshire cat.

You start to feel an icy hot feeling, cooling but burning at the same time and Scaramouche’s cock was expanding your insides. How was it possible to get even bigger after cumming?

No. Wait. Lyney shrunk you. Again.

“Oh, wow,” Scaramouche gasps, eyes even more hazed with lust. “An even tinier cat girl to fuck senseless. If I wasn’t fucking your womb before, I surely am now.” His hand cups your cheek, although at this point, his hands are huge compared to you.

“Lyney? Why did you do this to me?!” You exclaim as Scaramouche starts thrusting into you; you could barely take his length at this size. Your stomach starts bulging with each thrust, his cock definitely in your womb.

"Look at you, pregnant with my cock," he coos. "What a good little slut, taking in my cock."

Lyney laughs and snaps his fingers and his clothes disappear. The blond then sits around behind you and pushes you towards your own cat boy's chest, grabbing Scaramouche's face and kissing him, tongues swirling in their mouths. A bit of spit drops on your face as you look up at the two moaning boys making out.

All of sudden, you feel something wet prod your ass. Turns out, Lyney had licked his pinky finger before kissing Scaramouche and was prodding your rear end with it. The one finger almost barely fits, and you can feel your insides being rearranged. At the same time, Scaramouche forcibly opens your mouth and tells you to suck on his fingers.

"Annhh. Imagine how good your tiny mouth would feel on my dick, " He moans through kissing the blonde. Only one finger would fit in your mouth, and you lick it and suck on it like it was a lifeline. You moan while sucking on his delicate digits and being fucked in both holes, sending both cat boys even further towards the edge.

You try to mention something about bodily injury of being fucked at this size, but couldn't make anything out due to the pleasure overriding your brain.

"Never worry, my dear," Lyney says behind you. "The magic protects your insides. Although, my eyes are on the handsome one that is currently inside of you."

He thrusts his pinky a few more times in your ass before pushing you and Scaramouche backwards on the bed; you almost fall off your partner, but Lyney sandwiching you between the two cat boys keeps you in place. The raven-haired cat boy looks incredulously at the blonde, wondering what was going to happen next, as if he didn't know.

Lyney conjures up some lube and puts the other cat boy's knees closer to his head for easier access to the bluenette’s hole. You crash into your lover's chest and give his nipple a small nibble and a few flicks of the tongue, making him moan your name. There was a deep rumble in his chest that could be confused with rolling thunder, but it was just him purring and moaning at the stimulation.

As Lyney stuck his own cock in Scaramouche’s ass, you suck on his nipple even harder, biting and groping the area around it. The cat boy moans even louder as the blond bottoms out. Lyney’s pinky finger returns to your ass, going in easier this time. Their tails intertwine, and Lyney starts thrusting into your lover's needy hole and at the same time Scaramouche bucks his hips into you. He uses his large hands to keep you from falling off, but eventually sits you up, detaches you from his nipple, and demands that you suck on his finger again.

You suck and moan on his finger, nearly cumming with every thrust that Scaramouche pumps into you. Your cat boy starts babbling about how good this all feels;the angle of Lyney’s cock hitting his prostate, the tiny cat girl pussy around his dick and her lewd mouth having its way with his fingers. It was all too good.

"Aa~~ r-right there," the cat boy moans. "F-faster!....yes….I-I'm cumming again~" Lyney thrusts even faster, causing your tiny body to bounce up and down on your lover's cock, and both you and Lyney cum at the same time, causing Scaramouche to cum yet again.

Basking in the afterglow, Lyney restores you to your normal size and makes your cat ears and tail disappear. You weren’t going to lie: the cat ears and tail had to be your favorite part of the whole experience….and being fucked at reduced size was pretty nice as well.

The three of you pass out on the bed, Scaramouche on your right side and Lyney on your left, and each one of them cuddling you, both wishing to do that again.

You awake to two small cat boys on either side, each one about half the size of a normal human. One with raven hair, the other with platinum blonde. You smile.

"Good morning, darlings."

#genshin impact #Genshin smut #Scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Lyney #lyney x reader #Cat girl #Cat boi #Size kink #Shrinking #Ooc lyney #Prob #yeah idk #f/m/m

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killerplink · 1 month ago

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Pairing: Higuruma x Nanami x Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Words: around 6k

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, threesome, NSFW

Your head snaps towards the cockpit as you hear your name being called. You wonder what it could be—is there a problem, or something else?

As you make your way there, you feel your cheeks getting a little flushed, but you try your best to look composed, more composed than you feel, at least. It's a good thing it's night, and the majority of the passengers and your colleagues are asleep; you've only just started your shift.

When you started this job a little more than a year ago, you didn't expect to fall in love, let alone with two men. Your focus was on your career—being a flight attendant had been a dream since childhood.

When you achieved it, you were as proud as you could be. Your love life was in shambles, so you were convinced you were going to be single, at least for a while.

To be fair, you were single for a while, even though you had plenty of guys from your crew trying to get into your pants.

Being surrounded by attractive colleagues on long flights often led to flirtatious encounters and tempting propositions, but none of them ever sparked that elusive connection you craved.

However, that changed quickly when you met two incredibly hot pilots. At first, it was just friendly banter during layovers and occasional drinks after flights.

But as you spent more time together, you found yourselves drawn to each other in ways you hadn't anticipated. The chemistry was undeniable, and before you knew it, casual conversations turned into lingering glances and stolen moments.

Eventually, the lines between friendship and something more blurred, and you found yourselves entangled in a passionate and quite unconventional relationship.

Navigating the complexities of being in a three-way relationship was surprisingly easy, given the fact that both guys were bisexual and also had a mutual attraction to each other.

The love and connection you shared was unlike anything you've ever experienced in any relationships you had before.

They weren't jealous of each other, nor did they vie for your attention. Instead, they complemented each other perfectly, and everything you shared united you in a bond that surpassed traditional notions of romance.

At first, you thought that maybe it would be a little bit weird, but you've been proven wrong. The dynamic between the three of you felt natural and effortless, as if you were always meant to be together.

Keeping your relationship under wraps at work added an extra layer of excitement and secrecy to your dynamic. While it might have been tempting to share the details of your love triangle with your closest colleagues, you all agreed that it was best to keep it private to avoid any potential complications or gossip.

As you approach the cockpit, your heart beats a little faster with anticipation. You wonder what awaits you this time on the other side of that door—perhaps a request for assistance with an inflight issue, or maybe just a casual chat during the quiet moments of the flight.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you knock gently on the door before entering. Nanami and Hiromi turn to greet you with warm smiles, but their eyes twinkle with mischief.

"What's up, guys?" you ask casually, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Despite the familiarity and comfort that comes with being together for over six months, they still have the ability to make you feel like a lovesick teenager, completely swept away by their affection. You can't help but marvel at how they reciprocate those feelings with equal intensity.

It's evident in the way their eyes light up when they look at you, in the tenderness of their touches, and in the whispered words of adoration that escape their lips. Just like you, they too feel like lovesick teenagers, completely captivated by the love and connection you share.

"We just wanted to see your pretty face, baby," Hiromi teases, making you blush slightly.

"Yeah?" you purr, giggling as he pursues his lips to steal a little kiss.

"What about me, sweetheart?" Nanami chuckles, his voice warm and playful.

"What about you?" you tease, feigning innocence.

"Such a little brat," he sighs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer, capturing your lips.

Your heart flutters as Nanami's lips meet yours, a wave of warmth spreading through you at the familiar touch. When he deepens the kiss, your breathing picks up, just a little, but it's enough for the throbbing to begin between your legs.

You absolutely love their personalities; each is amazing in their own way. Hiromi is more like a calm ocean, steady and deep. He doesn't need to say much; his presence alone is enough to make you feel safe and loved.

Nanami, on the other hand, is like a blazing fire, all passion and intensity. When he kisses you, it's as if he's trying to consume you whole, his desire burning bright in his eyes. Nonetheless, you feel safe, secure and cherished with both of them.

In the bedroom, they're both on the soft side of domination, but you can't let that fool you, as you were proved again and again. Hiromi's commands are whispered like sweet promises, igniting a fire within you, while Nanami's touches are firm yet gentle, coaxing your body with just the right amount of pressure. And their praise, oh God, it's enough to make you melt into a puddle.

As you pull away, he licks his lips slowly, and you know your cheeks are pink, you can feel the blood rushing up to them.

He chuckles lightly and pats on the seat in between them. "Take a seat, doll."

"I should go back—" you begin to say, but Nanami interrupts you.

"We were just thinking..." he says, his voice low and husky, "that we could use a little... company in here. We're just about to take a break."

You hesitate for a moment, glancing towards the closed cockpit door. "I don't know if I should—"

"Just tell Sarah we need some help in here, baby. It's not the first time you've helped," Nanami reassures you with a chuckle.

Taking a deep breath, you nod and slip out of the cockpit. The dimly lit cabin is quiet, with most of the passengers and crew members asleep in their seats or resting in the crew area. Spotting Sarah, your fellow flight attendant, you approach her quietly.

"They need my help in the cockpit a little," you whisper, hoping not to disturb the sleeping passengers.

"Oh, good. I was a little anxious that they might need mine when I saw you coming back, and you know, I'm still new and don't know much about those matters," she says innocently.

"Don't worry about it, I've got it. Are you gonna be okay in here?" you ask smiling warmly at her.

"Yes, absolutely," she assures.

"If you have any troubles—" you begin, but she interrupts you.

"I won't, but I know what to do in case it happens, don't worry about me. Now go, don't keep them waiting," she says, looking at you sheepishly.

With a tinge of guilt nagging at the back of your mind, you excuse yourself and head back to the cockpit. If Sarah knew exactly why they needed your help, she might not be as understanding, but ignorance is bliss for now. You push aside the guilt, focusing on the task at hand as you reenter the cockpit to assist your men.

As you settle into your seat between Hiromi and Nanami, you catch their knowing glances and the subtle spark of anticipation in their eyes. You realize with a jolt what they're really asking for, and a flush of excitement courses through you.

Nanami's hand snakes its way up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle yet possessive, and your lips part a little, tiny breaths leaving your mouth.

Hiromi leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs softly. "We've been waiting for you to start your shift, doll."

You feel the heat already pooling in the pit of your stomach, and you can feel your nipples hardening under your clothes, your panties dampening in anticipation.

"This new uniform of yours..." Nanami begins, his hand tracing the hemline of your shorter skirt, "it makes it so hard to focus in here, my love."

Your stomach flutters at his words, anticipation coiling within you as you feel the heat building between the three of you.

"N-Nanami..." you whisper shakily.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple, scattering soft kisses across your face.

His fingers trail higher, skimming over the fabric of your panties and tights. You gasp softly at the sensation, spreading your legs a little more, giving him easier access, your breath hitching as his touch ignites a fire within you. Each soft, teasing touch, sends jolts of pleasure through your body, leaving you craving more.

"What do you want, baby?" he asks, his breath warm against the skin of your neck.

"I want..." you start, your voice barely a whisper as nothing but pure desire clouds your mind. "I want both of you... to t-touch me..."

All it ever takes is a little coaxing. God, they love how responsive you are.

"Such an obedient little girl," he praises, smiling softly.

Hiromi's hand cups your cheek and his soft lips find yours in a searing kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before slipping it into your mouth. Nanami's hands roam over your body, teasing and arousing every inch of your skin they touch.

"Do you have replacements for these?" Nanami asks as he continues to move his fingers over the fabric of your tights and the panties covering your throbbing pussy.

"Y-yeah..." you mumble, shivering slightly when Hiromi cups one of your breasts through your button-up shirt.

"Good," Nanami says, and the next thing you feel is the gentle tearing of your tights. "Can I, sweet girl?" he asks, tracing the outline of your slit slowly.

You nod wordlessly, and as Nanami slips his fingers under the fabric of your drenched panties, pushing them to the side, you gasp at the sensation, your body already buzzing with anticipation. Hiromi's hands deftly unbutton your shirt, revealing your thin lace bra.

His hands are big compared to you, his long fingers dancing over soft flesh, running lightly over the fabric of your bra. Your nipples are hard under the mesh, and he teases them, feeling you shudder each time he runs his fingers over them.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Can I see more of you?" he asks softly, his eyes filled with adoration.

You nod eagerly, granting him permission without hesitation. You'd think that after all this time they wouldn't ask for consent, but they do, every time.

They always want to make sure that you feel good and comfortable. Whether at home, in a hotel, or in more public spaces like this cockpit, their concern for your well-being never wavers.

Their consideration for your comfort and pleasure speaks volumes about the depth of their care for you. It's a level of attentiveness that you love and appreciate, knowing that they really prioritize your needs and desires above everything else.

He pulls the bra down gently, stretching the flexible fabric until it's resting under your breasts, leaving you exposed to him. The cool air brushes against your skin, causing your nipples to harden instantly, pebbling against the sudden chill. You feel a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks as you realize just how vulnerable you are in this moment, yet the thrill of his gaze locked on you makes your heart race.

His eyes darken with desire as they roam over your body, taking in the soft curves of your breasts, the way they spill slightly over the edge, the delicate lines of your figure. You can feel the weight of his gaze, igniting a fire deep inside you. It's a mix of shyness and exhilaration, the way he looks at you, like you're the only thing that matters in that moment.

He leans in closer, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you. The sensation is electric, sending tingles coursing through your body. His fingers are gentle yet firm, kneading and teasing as he explores every contour, igniting a hunger deep within you.

With every touch, every stroke, your body responds eagerly, your nipples straining against his palms, craving more of his attention. You can feel the heat radiating between you, the unspoken tension building as he revels in the sight of you, completely exposed and utterly receptive to his desires.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, and you can barely nod, lost in the haze of sensation as he continues to explore, his touch igniting a fire that only he can quench.

"So pretty," Hiromi murmurs, dipping his head down and latching his lips onto one of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive flesh.

The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine, heightening your senses. You can't help but arch your back slightly, instinctively pushing your chest forward, craving his touch.

Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to your pussy. Meanwhile, Nanami groans as he slides one finger inside you, feeling your walls clench tightly around it. The slick warmth envelops his finger effortlessly, the way your body responds to him only heightening the desire swirling between you. You can feel just how wet you are, each tiny movement releasing more of your juices, coating his fingers as he begins to explore.

As he eases another long finger into your dripping pussy, you moan softly, the sensation sending delicious shivers coursing through your body. The stretch is exquisite, filling you in a way that leaves you craving more. His fingers are skilled and patient, teasing you as he pushes them deep inside, curling them just right to find that sensitive spot nestled within you.

His thumb moves to your puffy clit, tracing small, slippery circles that send waves of pleasure shooting straight into your brain. Each touch sends jolts of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire deep in your core. You can feel yourself melting under his ministrations, your breath quickening as your body reacts instinctively to the pleasure he's giving you.

“Fuck, you're so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You can feel the delicious fullness of him, your body quivering around his digits as they pump in and out, each thrust deep and deliberate. You whimper, the sound escaping your lips unbidden, as he hits just the right spot over and over again, drawing out soft moans that echo in the air around you.

Your hips instinctively start to grind against his hand, seeking more of that sweet friction, more of that relentless pleasure. It feels so good, so right, and you can't help but get lost in the sensations, the way his fingers delve into your slick heat, the way he takes his time to coax every response from you. You're completely at his mercy, and every thrust, every flick of his thumb against your clit only heightens the intensity, leaving you craving release.

You're so wet that slick collects all over the base of his fingers, but God, he loves it. He'd love it even more if he could taste you right now, but he'll have to wait until later for that.

Hiromi continues his work on your breasts, his mouth hot, wet and eager as he lavishes attention on your sensitive nipples. His kisses, nips and sucks alternate, goosebumps prickling across your skin with each touch.

The combined sensations from both of them are almost overwhelming, driving you rapidly towards the brink of release. But that's how it usually goes. They know how to touch you, how to tease you, leaving you trembling and begging for more.

You hiss in pleasure as Nanami's fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl over and over again. Every stroke, every movement sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, building the tension within you to a fever pitch.

"Oh God, right there," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.

"You're so close, baby, aren't you?" Hiromi whispers, his breath hot against your skin, and you nod faintly. "Let go for me, sweet girl."

With one final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his thumb, Nanami pushes you over the edge, and you come undone. The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and consuming, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shakes with the force of your release, every muscle quivering as the sensation pulses through you.

A high-pitched cry escapes your lips, mingling with the sound of your racing heart. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, spreading like wildfire through your veins, igniting every nerve ending. His fingers seem to know just how to work you, driving you higher as your walls clench around him in waves, desperately seeking more of that delicious friction.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your vision blurring as your head tilts back, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Each tremor sends shockwaves of bliss radiating through your body, leaving you feeling breathless and exhilarated. It's as if time stands still, and all that exists is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, the way your body responds to their touch.

"Nanami," you moan his name, your voice thick with desperation, clinging to the edge of reality as he works you through the high, his fingers never relenting.

You can feel the warmth of your release spilling around his digits, slick and messy, further igniting your desire. Your body relaxes, trembling as you come down from the peak, and you lean against him, gasping for breath, a smile breaking through the haze of pleasure.

"That's it, love, you did so good," he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours, parting them at the same time with you, twirling his tongue around yours as you come down from your high, his fingers still fucking you slowly. "You're so pretty when you cum..." he says against your lips.

After the last tremors of your orgasm fade away and his fingers are licked clean, you feel a sense of bliss wash over you, and you feel adored as they continue to praise you, caress your body softly and pepper you with tender kisses.

"What do you want now, baby?" Nanami asks softly, his fingers stroking your cheek sweetly.

"I want you inside me," you reply breathlessly, feeling a new rush of desire pooling into your stomach.

"Yeah?" he purrs, pinching one of your nipples gently.

You nod, letting your hand glide over his muscular chest and right onto the bulge in his pants, stroking and squeezing his dick gently, feeling it twitch beneath your fingertips.

You look back at Hiromi, who nods reassuringly, silently indicating that he doesn't mind if you start with Nanami first. God, you love these two so much.

"Do you want to sit on me, sweetheart?" Nanami asks, his breath hitching as you continue to stroke his throbbing cock.

You smile and nod, getting up from the seat and allowing him to pull your skirt up.

"Let's try not to make a mess on it, alright, baby?" he chuckles, his fingers tracing along the edge of your skirt as he guides you closer to him.

You watch him with darkened eyes as he takes his cock out, stroking himself a few times. His hand moves slowly, deliberately, and you can see the glistening precum pooling at the tip, which he smears down his length, coating the shaft in a slick layer of moisture. The way his fingers wrap around his cock, firm and sure, ignites a fire in your core, your breath hitching as you take in the sight.

The sight sends a jolt of arousal through you, making your pulse race. You can't help but bite your lip, feeling a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. It's a primal, intimate moment that sends your thoughts spiraling into a haze of desire. Your body responds instinctively, heat pooling between your thighs, making you feel even wetter.

With a soft moan, you shift in your seat and sit down in his lap, straddling him. As you do, you can feel his hard, hot length pressing against your pussy, the firm heat sending shivers of anticipation through you. You let out a breathy gasp, feeling every inch of him as he nudges against your slick folds.

The pressure is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body, igniting the need within you to feel him deeper. You rock your hips slightly, teasingly, craving more contact, the sensation of him so close making your head spin with need.

They're both muscular, tall and particularly well-endowed, and though it was a bit of a struggle at first, they've always made sure to prepare you, stretching and teasing you until you're dripping wet and ready for them. Now, when they fill you completely, you can't help but gasp and moan at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched.

Nanami's big hands grip your hips possessively as you grind against him, seeking that sweet friction that drives you both insane.

"Please, baby, don't tease me like that," he almost begs, positioning his twitching dick against your slick entrance.

You smile softly and sink down onto his thick cock, feeling him stretch you as he fills you up, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside you. The sensation is blissful, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that makes your body tingle with pleasure. Your slick walls eagerly swallow him, wrapping around him as if craving more, squeezing him tightly with each movement.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as your walls clench around him, tugging and pulling him deeper, the feeling intoxicating. You can sense his pleasure rising, his body reacting to the way you fit him so perfectly. His hands guide your movements, fingers digging into your hips as he helps set a steady pace. You ride him with a mix of urgency and longing, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through you.

Every thrust deepens the connection, his cock brushing against your sensitive spots, igniting waves of pleasure that make your head spin. You can feel the way your body craves him, eager to take every inch, every stroke, and you can't help but move faster, desperate for more of that delicious sensation.

"You feel so good, love," Nanami moans, and you can't help but nod eagerly, too concentrated on the feeling of his cock to speak.

You lean in to kiss him, your pussy clenching around him when he sucks on your tongue gently.

With each thrust, you can feel the heat building between your bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air like a rhythmic pulse of desire. Your moans intertwine with Nanami's deep groans of pleasure, creating an erotic symphony that drives you both higher and higher, urging you to push the limits of your bodies.

You find a steady rhythm, rolling your hips and grinding down onto him, relishing in the way his cock fills you completely. Every time you sink down, the delicious pressure sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much; it makes you feel empowered, every movement you make drawing you closer together.

You can feel your slick juices dripping down his shaft, coating him in your arousal and making each movement smoother and more slippery. The sensation of him sliding in and out is almost hypnotic; the way your walls cling to him as he pulls back sends your senses reeling, making you crave him even more.

As you pick up the pace, the heat between your bodies escalates, every thrust becoming more desperate, more frantic. You're lost in the rhythm, in the way he fills you perfectly, and the way he responds to your every movement. You can hear the way your bodies meet, the wet sounds echoing around you, making everything feel that much more raw and intense.

With every thrust, you can feel the tension coiling tighter in your belly, the need for release hanging just out of reach. You lean forward, pressing your chest against him, feeling his warm breath against your skin as you push deeper, your clit brushing against him, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"God, you feel so good," you gasp, the words spilling from your lips as you lose yourself in the moment.

You know he feels it too, his hands gripping your waist tighter, urging you on, and you respond by moving faster, harder, feeling that familiar tension building inside you.

As he continues to thrust into you effortlessly, his cock hitting all the right spots, you find yourself overcome with a need for more. With shaky hands, you reach for Hiromi, fumbling with the buckle of his belt to release his straining erection from its confines.

He hesitates for a moment, but the desperation in your eyes urges him forward, and he gets up from his seat sheepishly, until his cock is basically inches away from your face.

"Baby, I'm okay, I—" he begins, but the intensity of your gaze makes him swallow his words.

Your fingers trail along the length of his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him against your skin, as Nanami's firm grip keeps your body in place, ensuring he can keep fucking you at a deep and steady pace.

With a hungry moan, you lean in, eagerly taking his throbbing cock into your mouth, savoring the salty tang of his arousal. Your lips wrap tightly around him, creating a seal as you begin to suck and swirl your tongue around his pulsating length. You tease the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tracing patterns along his veins that drive him absolutely insane.

"God, sweetheart, you're so good," he murmurs. "Just like that, fuck..." he moans.

With your hair tied back, Hiromi grabs your ponytail, guiding you with gentle pressure as he sets the rhythm of your movements. You feel a rush of excitement as you take him into your mouth, his warmth filling you completely. The moment he slides past your lips, you let out a soft moan, the vibrations sending a thrill through his body. He groans softly, the sound low and primal, as you suck him deeper, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking more of him in.

As he begins to buck his hips, fucking your mouth with a slow and steady pace, you can feel the heat radiating from him. Each thrust pushes his cock deeper into your throat, and the way he fills you completely makes you feel so full, so wanted. You instinctively tighten your lips around him, creating a delicious suction that drives him wild. His hands grip your hair, not roughly but possessively, guiding you as he finds his rhythm.

You can hear the soft, desperate sounds escaping him with every thrust, the way he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him. His movements become more frantic, each thrust sending him deeper, causing soft gagging noises to escape your throat that seem to encourage him further. God, you're absolutely living for it. The primal desire in his gaze makes you feel powerful, and you crave to hear more of his sounds of pleasure, more of his praises.

You pull back slightly to catch your breath, letting your tongue flicker over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him just enough before you take him back into your mouth. You feel the way his body tenses, the way he fights to hold back his own release, but you're determined to bring him to the edge. You watch him with darkened eyes, feeling a thrill course through you as you suck him with fervor, each movement slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him.

His hips begin to move faster, more erratic, and you can feel the tension building in his body as he loses himself in the sensation. "God, just like that," he breathes, his voice strained, and it sends a wave of heat through you.

You hum in response, the vibrations causing him to shudder as you take him deeper, your throat tightening around him. The combination of his thrusts and the pressure of your mouth pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, the way his cock fills you, the taste of him overwhelming your senses.

You can feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the need to please him driving you on, making you crave more. You lock your gaze with his, the intensity of the moment fueling your desire as you give in to the pleasure of it all, your body reacting instinctively to every thrust, every sound, every pulse of his cock in your mouth.

"That's it, doll, keep going. You feel so amazing," he murmurs, causing your brain to shut down completely.

His cock grows slick with your saliva, the slippery sensation making it easier for him to slide in and out of your mouth. You eagerly bob your head, spurred on by his praises, taking him as deep as you can with each motion, your tongue swirling around him occasionally.

"Ah, fuck..." he gasps, his fingers tightening into your hair.

The combined pleasure of being filled from both ends sends waves of pure bliss coursing through your body. You feel Hiromi's cock sliding in and out of your mouth, the thick length stretching you as he fucks your throat with a steady rhythm. Each thrust forces you to take him deeper, filling you with a mix of pleasure and need as your tongue swirls around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

As you moan around Hiromi's cock, the vibrations send a delicious thrill through him, spurring him on to thrust harder. His grip on your ponytail tightens, guiding you as he finds the perfect rhythm, each push of his hips matching the desperate need that wells up inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, harmonizing with your muffled moans.

At the same time, Nanami's powerful thrusts fill your pussy, his thick cock stretching you deliciously as he claims you. Each deep stroke hits your sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core, making your entire body quiver with need. The way he fills you feels raw, his pace relentless and intoxicating, driving you further into ecstasy.

The heat builds within you as both men work you over, their bodies moving in perfect sync. With every thrust of Nanami's hips, you feel your walls tightening around him, eagerly pulling him deeper, while Hiromi’s relentless pace in your mouth has you gasping for air. The sensation of being used so completely, so thoroughly, sends you spiraling closer to the edge.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, the overwhelming pleasure blending into a single, electrifying pulse that centers around the dual sensations. You’re utterly lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the way they take you—Hiromi's hot cock filling your mouth, making it feel impossibly full, while Nanami stretches your pussy wide, his thrusts deep and firm.

You can't help but writhe against them, the pleasure consuming you as you surrender completely. Their moans of pleasure mix with your own, creating an erotic symphony that drives you further into bliss. You're caught between the two of them, lost in a haze of sensation, your body responding instinctively to their every movement as you teeter on the brink of release.

"You're squeezing me so good, love," Nanami moans, his voice strained with pleasure as he feels the tight grip of your slick walls around him.

The sounds in the cockpit are nothing but obscene: flesh slapping against flesh, the wet noises of your mouth and pussy, and the grunts and moans of the three of you.

With each thrust of Nanami's cock and every stroke of Hiromi's length into your mouth, the coil of pleasure within you tightens intensely.

As he keeps pounding into you, Nanami's hand starts to wander, exploring more of your trembling body. His fingers trail down from your hip to your ass, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

You moan around Hiromi's cock when Nanami's middle finger traces small, teasing circles around your tight hole. The sensation sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you push your hips back, eager for more.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?" Nanami cooes, but he knows the answer even before you say it.

He can feel your pussy clamping down on him with every circle he traces, your body practically begging for his touch. The way you writhe above him, desperate for more, drives him wild with desire. Each gentle stroke makes you moan louder, the sound of your pleasure echoing in the air, urging him to push further.

You hum in approval, your moans vibrating around Hiromi's dick as Nanami slowly slips his middle finger inside, stretching you gently as he explores the tight heat of your ass. The sensation is intoxicating, each deliberate thrust sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. He curls his finger, pressing against that sensitive spot, and you can’t help but gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure.

"It's so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with lust.

He relishes the way your body reacts to his touch, how your walls flutter around his finger, squeezing him as if you're trying to pull him deeper. It's so hot in your pussy, hot in your ass; he feels like he died and went straight to Heaven. The warmth enveloping his finger is a heady mix of arousal and need, and he can't resist the urge to tease you further.

He pumps his finger slowly, watching as your body betrays you, trembling with each movement. The way your hips instinctively buck against him, seeking more friction, sends a jolt of excitement through him. Nanami leans closer, pressing kisses along the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he takes his time, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure.

You can feel every inch of him inside you, the sensation of being filled adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Your heart races as he continues to explore, curling and twisting his finger to find that perfect spot, each motion drawing you closer to the edge.

Your body is an open invitation, ready and willing to take everything he's willing to give. The combination of sensations—the fullness of Hiromi's cock in your mouth, Nanami's cock deep inside your needy pussy, and the gentle teasing of Nanami's finger in your ass—creates a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure that has you gasping for more.

But it's always been like this since you started being a throuple. The trust, the passion, and the genuine care for each other have only grown stronger with time.

As Hiromi approaches his climax, his thrusts become a little more urgent, his cock throbbing against the back of your throat with each movement. You can feel the tension building within him, and you can tell that he's close. Sure enough, he speaks a few moments later.

"I'm almost there, baby. You want to swallow it?" he pants.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, your mouth still wrapped around his pulsating length, and you nod, eager to taste him. With a guttural groan, he gives one final, deep thrust, burying his cock deep inside your mouth as he spills his hot, sticky release.

The warmth fills your mouth, and you can feel the thick, creamy texture of his cum coating your tongue and sliding down your throat. You swallow every drop around his cock, relishing in the taste of him as he rides out his orgasm, the salty flavor igniting a fire of satisfaction within you.

His release floods your mouth, and you can't help but moan around him, sending delicious vibrations through his length. As he thrusts one last time, you savor the moment, enjoying the way he twitches in your mouth, the heat of him pulsing against your tongue.

As his climax subsides, he pulls slowly out of your mouth with a contented sigh, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. His thumb brushes gently over your lips, wiping away any remaining liquids. He carefully tucks his cock back into his pants, leaning in to kiss you softly in reward.

You feel Nanami's relentless thrusts driving you closer and closer to the edge. His finger, slick with your arousal, keeps gliding in and out of your ass, adding another layer of overwhelming pleasure.

You moan into Hiromi's mouth, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue as you desperately try to hold on just a little longer. His lips move against yours, hot and hungry, but Nanami doesn't relent in his assault on your senses. The pressure building inside you is too much, and with a loud wail, you let go. Your entire body convulses with the force of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you like an overwhelming tide.

Your ass pulses around Nanami's finger, the sensation sending shocks of ecstasy straight to your core. Each thrust of his cock fills you so deep, the head brushing against that sweet spot inside you, making your pussy clamp down hard around him as he fucks you through it. The way he drives into you, relentless and unyielding, makes your whole body quiver in his embrace.

You can't hold back the desperate cries that slip from your lips as you ride the high of your orgasm, your body still trembling, still clenching around him. Your senses are flooded with pleasure, and every thrust from Nanami pushes you further, making you feel every inch of him. The slick sounds of your bodies moving together, the lewd squelching of your soaked pussy, fills the air, mingling with your moans and gasps.

"Such a good girl for me," he whispers, swearing under his breath as your walls grip him over and over again.

Even as you slowly come down from your high, Hiromi holds you close, his lips still pressed against yours in a tender kiss. Nanami slows down a little bit, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate as he approaches his own release.

You can feel his body tensing up, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his release. It feels so good inside you, but he thinks it would feel even better if he fucked you full. They pump you full almost every time, and you seem to absolutely love it, to put it lightly.

"You want my cum, baby?" he asks, panting wildly.

You nod eagerly, craving the feeling of his cum coating your puffy walls. You break the kiss with Hiromi, capturing Nanami's lips instead, brushing your tongue against his softly.

You're still pulsing faintly around his cock when he finally reaches his peak, the tension in his body coiling tight before it snaps. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, and you can feel the hot pulse of his cum filling you, warm and thick, mixing with your own wetness. Each spurt sends shockwaves through both of you, a raw connection that feels primal and electrifying.

You instinctively tighten around him, milking every last drop as he empties himself into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of him filling you sends another rush of pleasure coursing through your veins, intensifying the bliss that already envelops you. Your body responds eagerly, the warmth of his cum igniting a fire deep within, a reminder of the intimacy you just shared.

As the last tremors of pleasure wash over him, you can feel his heart racing against your chest, the rhythmic thump grounding you both in this moment. Nanami pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively, as if he's trying to shield you from the world outside. His kisses trail softly along the curve of your neck, tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the wildness of what just happened.

"God, you feel amazing," he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with satisfaction.

The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine, making you arch into him instinctively, craving more of his touch. You can feel his cum seeping out, slick and messy, but neither of you cares—caught in this blissful haze where nothing else matters.

Each brush of his lips against your skin is filled with adoration, and between wet kisses, he whispers sweet praises, telling you how amazing you are and how much he loves you.

Hiromi leans in and kisses your forehead sweetly, his touch gentle and light as he helps you pull your bra back up. Their actions convey a sense of care and tenderness, reassuring you of the love and happiness you share with both of them.

The last echoes of pleasure fade, and as Nanami helps you disentangle yourself from his lap, you can feel his cock slip from your swollen pussy, a slick mixture of your arousal and his cum coating your skin. The sensation is oddly satisfying, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

His touches linger, affectionate and gentle, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, his body still radiating heat against yours. You can feel the warmth of his cum dripping down your thigh, a messy reminder of how completely he just filled you.

"God, you feel incredible," he murmurs against your hair, his breath tickling your scalp as he holds you close.

The intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t help but snuggle deeper into him, relishing the security of his arms.

"Feeling okay, sweet girl?" Hiromi asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah, I'm good," you nod, leaning into his touch a little, feeling a sense of calm wash over you in their presence.

Nanami leans in and places a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"You did so good, baby," he murmurs, his words filled with genuine adoration.

You let out a soft sigh, a smile spreading across your face as you lean into Hiromi, letting him guide you towards the little bathroom tucked away in the corner of the cockpit. The air is thick with the scent of intimacy and sweat, and you can't help but feel a sense of bliss wash over you.

Once inside, Hiromi gently takes over, his tender smile lighting up the small space. He grabs some wet wipes, and with careful strokes, he cleans you up, wiping away the remnants of your lovemaking. His hands are warm and soothing, and you can't help but lean into his touch, feeling the intimacy of the moment settle around you.

Nanami joins in, his fingers brushing softly over your skin as he takes some more wipes to help. He moves with a gentle grace, his touch feather-light as he helps remove the last traces of pleasure from your body. You close your eyes, savoring the way his fingers caress your skin, feeling as if they’re erasing not just the physical remnants of what just happened, but also wrapping you in a cocoon of affection.

"Just relax, baby," Hiromi murmurs, his voice a soft hum against your ear. "We've got you."

You let out a soft giggle, feeling the warmth radiate from both of them. After they finish cleaning you up, they help you tidy yourself, straightening your skirt and adjusting your panties back into place. The sensation of their hands smoothing over your body sends little jolts of pleasure through you, a reminder of the intimacy you just shared.

"Almost perfect," Nanami teases, giving your skirt a little tug to sit just right. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully, a grin breaking across your face.

"Thanks to you two," you reply, feeling a bit shy under their attentive gazes.

"Just looking out for you," Hiromi says with a wink, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "You're always our priority, you know that?"

You nod, a warm blush creeping across your cheeks as you catch their eyes. It feels so good to be cared for like this, and the bond you share deepens with each moment.

With their help, you tidy up, straightening your clothes and fixing your disheveled appearance. As you step back out into the cockpit, you take a moment to appreciate the warmth of their presence, the shared laughter and light teasing filling the air around you.

"After we land and go home," Nanami says softly, his hand finding yours and kissing the back of it, "how about we have a cozy night in, sweetheart? I'll cook us something nice, and we can watch some movies. What do you say?"

"I'd love that," you murmur, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes to kiss him before doing the same with Hiromi.

They make sure you're comfortable and composed before you head back into the cabin of the plane, where your duties await.

"Did you finish?" you hear Sarah asking you quietly as you exit the cockpit.

"What?" you stammer, her question catching you off guard, momentarily causing a flutter of panic to rise within you. You can't help but wonder if you were too damn loud.

"With your help..." she murmurs sheepishly, her words trailing off as she gestures vaguely towards the cockpit.

You let out a soft chuckle, realizing she's referring to your assistance in the cockpit.

"Oh, yes, everything's taken care of," you reassure her with a smile, relieved that she doesn't suspect anything beyond that. "Just had a few things to sort out, but they're fine now."

"Glad to hear that," Sarah nods happily, seeming satisfied with your response.

With a sigh of relief, you make your way back into the cabin, ready to resume your duties and keep up appearances as usual.

Here you have the link to her post, so you can see for yourselves WHY I went feral 🫡

This is the first chapter of my Higu-Nana x Reader fic, and you can find the rest on AO3, as the next chapters are much longer 🥹 you can find it here :

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Ménage | Rhaenyra x Aegon x Aemond

🕯️ Rated E 🕯️4.2k words 🕯️ Complete 🕯️ by AmazingAngie🕯️

Tags: Historical AU, Sibling Incest, Manipulation, Underage Kissing, First Kiss, First Times, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Come Eating, Cunnilingus, Dom!Rhaenyra, Coming of Age, Consent Issues, Rhaenyra-Centric, Threesome - F/M/M

Warning: sex between minors [fifteen and seventeen when it begins]. Summary:

Rhaenyra despised her siblings, a pair of twin boys two year her junior - at least until she realized they would do things for her. Anything for her. The realm of such things changed as they matured, and in time Rhaenyra's hormones left her feeling rather fond of the pair she had previously merely tolerated. His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic. He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed. She wanted to touch. She wanted to taste. She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.” or: rhaenyra is either a very good, or very bad sister, depending on who you ask.

One

At first, Rhaenyra had hated her brothers.

She lacked any and all maternal instincts towards infants, and so she lacked any and all patience for their screams and stench and all other annoyances that came with their mere existence. It was only made worse by the fact there were two of them. Two boys.

Truly, if looks could kill, they would have been found dead in their cradles just hours after she met them. Nevermind that she herself was only two at the time, she was old enough to hold enough to know her dislikes, old enough to hold a grudge and certainly old enough to hate them on first impression alone.

And first impressions mattered a great deal.

And so, her feelings towards them did not change, not for years.

By the age of seven, Rhaenyra had earned the title of Realm’s Delight. She was known on the small island of Dragonstone and among their people for her beauty, boisterous spirit, and impeccable—slightly frightening—skills on horseback.

And it wasn’t just the people who were awed by the princess—but rather her brother’s, too. The pair had been five then, old enough to care what other people thought of them.

Old enough to know their sister did not care for them.

Old enough that they wanted her too.

And Rhaenyra…she was old enough to see this.

Smart enough to use this for her benefit.

And really really, it was a kindness when she gave them such opportunities to improve her opinion of them.

And so, she would have them fetch her lemonade or tea or servants.

She would have them steal cakes and pastries from the kitchens on her behalf.

Sometimes she would tell the groom she wanted to brush down Syrax and that they were excused.

It wasn’t a lie, and she would brush down Syrax. But the other tasks that were expected to go along with this—such as beating dust from the saddle blanket, conditioning the leather of her reins, and polishing bits—were ones she’d give to her brothers.

And they would fight for the tasks. Competitive over the mere opportunity to impress her.

She liked that.

She took advantage of it.

But who could blame her, when they liked it too?

Fondness for them grew very slowly. She still treated them more like her servants than her siblings, truly, but by the time she was ten she could acknowledge she would be sad if something happened to them.

When they were ten, they were mourning the fact they would have to leave Dragonstone to attend the Crownlands College that all Targaryen men claimed as their alumni, at least since its founding in the 300s. After all, their family—then ‘the crown’ for all of Westeros—had founded the institution.

She was jealous that they were getting a proper schooling, simply because they were boys. Why shouldn’t she have such an opportunity? She was much smarter. Er, at least smarter than Aegon. Aemond was rather annoying bookish, she knew that from their shared lessons. He could beat her at sums despite her being years older.

It was true her lessons from a septa and maester’s who taught her just as much as the private college would, if not more, it didn’t seem fair.

And on top of that, though she didn’t admit to them—or to herself, really—that she might miss them too.

They had only been gone for three moons when word came—Aemond had been injured rather horribly in a fight. He and his brother were being returned to Dragonstone by the fastest ship their father’s coin could buy, to be attended by the maester’s their own keep had in residence.

Even then, it wasn’t enough to save the eye.

They worried infection would spread and he might lose all his sight. If not his life from fever that could poison his blood.

Rhaenyra didn’t cry. She didn’t. But her voice might have wavered when she spoke to Aemond after hearing this—unwilling to let the horrors of what had happened to him change her treatment of him.

On the matter of his potential blindness, all she had to say was, “Just think—you have been blessed to see a face as pretty as mine for a decade—that is more beauty than most men get to see in their lifetime.”

His face was bandaged, and the sliver of eye she could see was cloudy from the high dose of the milk of poppy he was being given for the pain. But he still managed a tiny smile. Tiny for him, even, which was impressive given how he tended to hide them. So different from Aegon, whose face was often dressed in a wide grin.

“Isn’t it all the more tragic, if i’ve seen such beauty and now have to go without?” He said, his voice sounding small and dry and not like him at all. She wanted to cover his lips with her palm, tell him not to talk until he sounded as he should again. Until he sounded strong.

“I suppose, then, you must fight—insist to your body and self that you require sight. Perhaps it will permit you to keep it.” She told him.

“I’m not as stubborn as you, sister, I’m not sure I can.” He admitted.

She huffed, “Consider it a command then—and I know you wish not to disappoint me.”

He swallowed, and his eyelid fluttered shut. She wondered if she even heard her, but then he nodded slightly and said, “Okay.”

His recovery was surprisingly swift, and infection never came.

Aegon said it was because Rhaenyra visited so often she scared it away. That earned him a glare.

“I’m the scary one? Your delusions do you no justice, brother, clearly you forget your twin is a bloodied cyclops!” She screeched.

“See!” He had claimed, nearly victorious, “Now you shriek like a banshee!”

“Banshees herald the dead, brother, if I sound like one, perhaps you should be concerned for yourself.” She said, primly.

He paled and scurried from the room.

Rhaenyra thought if Aegon was the one who had been injured, she would not have been so attentive.

He was certainly the most objectionable of her siblings, at least, in all but looks. He had a sweet boyish face that promised to turn into something handsome. Aemond’s features, however, were longer and his expression rather solemn. They were very different—and no matter what she told herself, she would be unable to choose between them if forced to.

When her courses came, they came to her.

They had questions. They had badgered a poor serving girl into admitting Rhaenyra was bed bound for her monthlies.

Of course, they had come running to ask Rhaenyra what monthlies were. The end result was their expressions—a mixture of horror and intrigue.

“You’re bleeding?” Aemond said, rather stunned. “Does it hurt?” He wondered.

She shifted her hips and nodded, “Mhm, but not…not like a wound, rather a great deal of pressure in my abdomen.

“Does it bleed from there?” Aegon wondered, with a vague gesture to her stomach and a far off expression on his face.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, “My navel is not a facet you imbecile, no, it’s—” she flushed, looking down at her lap but carrying on, “It’s between my legs.” She admitted.

Their eyes widened. “Can we see?” Aegon asked.

Rhaenyra sputtered, finding herself at a loss for words.

She settled on a classic response to Aegon’s questions: throwing a book at him.

She had always been rather tactile with her brother’s, in a way she wasn’t—and wasn’t permitted to be—with others. She hadn’t thought much of it, they were siblings, and in a way they were her…well, it would be bad form to call them her serfs for she did not own them, but as their older sister she felt rather entitled to them in every way, and they had little protest to this.

So they touched.

She did not ask before grabbing their arm, or sitting next to them, close enough that they knew the feeling of the other’s thigh against their own. She’d crawled into bed with them on stormy nights, tackled them to the ground during games of tag, and shoved them off the cliffs on warm summer days when they were too fearful to dive from them without help.

It had never meant anything at all. It was just the way of things, the way she treated them.

It didn’t change as they grew older.

Maybe it should have.

Aegon was, in her opinion, being an insufferable little jit. He refused to mount his mare, Sunfyre, even though they had agreed over breakfast to ride at this hour.

“I can’t.” He moaned, shifting awkwardly with his hands awkwardly at his crotch.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why can��t you?” She asked.

He flushed, before admitting he was hard and when that was hard it was like his whole body was stiff.

“I don’t believe you.” She said, and then, “You’ll have to show me it.”

His cheeks were flaming but he obeyed, unlacing his breeches and freeing the tunic that was cut long enough to cover his loins. Sure enough, the dangly bit she’d seen between her brother’s legs in childhood—when they were young enough it was not inappropriate, mind you—had managed to grow and harden into something rather…well…she was blushing now.

“Ugh. Put it away.” She said, turning to Syrax and hiding her rosy cheeks. “I shall take her to the meadow while that…you…whatever.” She said, mounting her saddle and leaving before he could respond.

She thought about it. More than she probably should. She was a curious girl, she wanted to know how it worked.

It was night time, a few days after that incident, and she slipped into her brothers’ rooms, pulled the covers from Aegon’s nearly nude form, and demanded to see it.

His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic.

He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed.

She wanted to touch.

She wanted to taste.

She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.”

Aemond’s was different from his brother’s—longer, leaner, not unlike the rest of their forms. Disappointedly, he was too shy to touch himself in front of her, saying he was too embarrassed to stay hard.

Well. Then she would have to make him get hard.

He flinched when she stroked the soft skin, wrinkled and deflated as it lay against his thigh instead of in the stiff erection it had formed a moment ago.

She wanted her brothers to reach their full potential, always. And wasn’t their full length part of that?

He told her no.

She reminded him that he never told her that. She was his older sister.

He had to obey her. He liked obeying her.

“Please?” She finally said, and he nodded.

He grew harder in her hand, and she kept stroking, fascinated by the difference in feel and weight in her palm, it seemed to throb where it had once been so very soft. It was as if the appendage pounded with its need for release, the sound nonexistent but almost like a tune in her head, the beat of which drowned out Aemond’s pleas, his sounds of pleasure, and even the sound of his release.

She did taste it this time, a curious lick on the white goo that had spilled across his penis and her palm.

She’d always had a sweet tooth, but no matter how this resembled the drizzle on iced buns, it had no such flavor.

It was salty.

Gross.

A week later, Aegon kissed a maid. Their father’s hand, Ser Otto Hightower, who was also Aegon’s grandfather, caught them in the halls. This led them to all getting lectures on the matters of intimacy outside of marriage. On the matter of it being a dire sin.

Rhaenyra hardly heard the septas' words on this matter. She was vibrating with…rage? Jealousy? She wasn’t sure. She just knew the reason for this lecture on the horrors that were intimate interludes out of wedlock were prompted by Aegon’s actions. His intimate interlude. One that did not involve her.

She was Aegon’s older sister and yet she did not know what it was to kiss. But still, surely it should be her duty to teach him such a thing.

Surely she should be his first kiss.

Surely he should suffer for depriving her of this.

She ignored him for the rest of the day. He hated being ignored.

Then, after changing for bed, she slipped into their shared chambers. Both boys were awake, and on this occasion she slunk past Aegon in pursuit of Aemond.

She would have his first kiss.

He would never know it was her first kiss, too.

And Aegon would simply have to watch.

Eventually he begged and whined to the point where his eyes were red and his nose was snotty. So spoiled. Even though he deserved this for his crime—of seeking a girl other than his sister—she thought he’d been punished enough.

When she kissed him that night, his lips were just as soft as Aemond’s, but they were different, too. He was more forward, more confident—that didn’t come from practice, she didn’t think, but rather his enthusiasm and recklessness that his brother lacked.

And, of course, his lips tasted of his tears. Salty, though in a way far more pleasant than the taste of seed.

Or perhaps the taste was not so different.

Perhaps she just enjoyed the flavor more when it came from sorrow.

And Aegon was so pretty when he cried.

Both of them grew to expect her kisses—not only when they were in close proximity, but as a reward for bringing her something or completing a favor.

She thought they were like hounds, expecting a bit of jerky as a treat for being good.

She played with them as if they were hounds, finding great amusement in promising her lips to whichever sat with the best posture or heeled with the greatest obedience.

Sometimes she insisted on their nudity in this, for how else could she examine the straightness of their spine and set of their shoulders?

It had nothing to do with her curiosity of the male form. Of course not.

Though, she would admit to being curious over how their forms changed, their height and structure seeming to grow as they slept if not right before her eyes.

It seemed just as she had come to terms with having siblings—having brothers—she would have to come to terms with her brothers becoming men.

Aegon found the book. Of course he did.

While Aemond was studious in his lessons, Aegon searched the library for hidden treasure, an indiscretion he’d practiced for years. Despite this, there were still shelves that had not suffered his scrutiny, for the room and its contents were rather vast.

Of course, some of the cases he had looked over with careful eyes long ago needed to be examined once more, now that he was older. For as a boy he was rather blind—or rather, had a different definition—to what treasure truly was.

It was a small book, but not shamefully so. It was bound in bright red leather, stamped in gold, and though it lacked an author's name on the title page, the title itself was too distracting for any of them to care;

A Collection of Erotic Postures

They were all varying shades of pink as each page was turned, the black and white engravings lacking color but bringing to light so many things. It was fascinating how the forms fit together.

Man and woman.

Nymph and satyr.

Woman and woman.

Man and man.

At first they spoke over their examination of the engravings—sharing their shock with each page that passed. But soon their shock was implied by mere gasps, and no words were shared until the end was reached and the book was closed.

It was inevitable that they would eventually grow curious enough to try one.

With the light now so very bright, how could they not wish to bring some of the acts to life?

Rhaenyra pointed to the sketch on page eight, captioned with;

Cunnilingue.

[stimulation to the cunnus via leikhein]

Aegon obliged.

She was slightly surprised, but not displeased by any means, to find that she felt little embarrassment or feelings of self consciousness in front of her brother’s—even with her skirts bundled in her lap, her legs spread, and Aegon’s face buried in the seam that led to her core.

She felt other things though. Good things. Things that had her fingers digging into Aegon’s curled locks and desperately trying to stifle gasps because gods be good this was—

When it was over, Aegon trailed his fingers through the mess, “You’re leaking, still, sister.”

She said nothing. If she was capable of speech at all, it didn’t matter, for she did not have the ability to find words to respond with, not in that moment.

She should have tried, though, for Aegon was rather smug and took charge while her wits were absent—“You should clean her up, Aemond.” He suggested.

She wasn’t worried, he was much too shy to follow his brother's suggestion.

Or so she thought.

He wasn’t as enthusiastic as Aegon, not as messy, either. He nuzzled her with his nose first—seeming to inhale her scent before he set about cleaning all that had spilled from her. It was rather ineffective, though, with how she peaked again in the process.

After that, speech was not the only thing that left her. She also found it rather difficult to walk.

…that did not stop her from demanding this act again the next day.

One day, the boys fought over who could have the pleasure of tasting her.

She rolled her eyes, they were closer to men now yet still acting like children and she was tired of it. She had just come to tolerate them as brother’s but she had no desire to mother them.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m now longer in the mood.” She said, dropping her skirts and crossing her arms.

Aegon sputtered, whereas Aemond just looked sad.

“I mean it, too. If you want to taste lips of any sort today your only option is each other’s.”

She hadn’t really expected them to take this as a command—or perhaps they didn’t, they were just waiting for any mention of such a thing so they could have this opportunity.

Regardless, the outcome was the same, and they wasted little time in joining their lips.

They didn’t part their lips until after they had rut together and spilled in their breeches.

Rhaenyra was…not jealous, exactly, but rather awed by the site of them together. For as annoying as her brothers could be, she had always known they were good looking. But this was somehow intensified several times over when they were together like this.

No, if anything, her frustration stemmed from the fact they had so much clothing on, rather than jealousy.

Perhaps, though, she was a little aroused.

That night, she told Aegon to feast on her folds until she came—then to share her flavor with his brother, using the vessel of his tongue.

They became hard during—of course they did, everything made them hard.

Boys.

Men.

Brothers.

She told them to take care of the unsightly stiffened lengths, and despite the flush that spread across Aemond’s cheeks she knew from the show that morning that he was not opposed.

But first, she demanded they remove their sleep clothes. She wanted to see it. See the pulse of their cocks when they came. The ropes of white seed across their pale skin, shining in the moonlight.

She wanted to see them lick it up with their greedy tongues, pink muscle lapping at light skin until the essence was gone and only saliva remained.

They did.

After—well, her arousal had bloomed to the point where she demanded Aemond’s mouth, too.

They fucked each other long before her. Fears of pregnancy making her weary of having their lengths in her cunt.

But it was not as if that was the only entry she had…in fact, this was detailed in the red book that they studied with more faithfulness than they ever had to the Seven.

The engravings showed the act, which involved what they called the,

‘Quim of every human—man and woman, tucked between the cheeks of one's arse.

This hole does not weep the way of a woman’s sheath, it must be greased or oiled — when adequately done,

the receptacle will still squeak, but they will not suffer.’

It spoke the truth. Aegon did squeak as his brother tentatively worked his long fingers into his parted cheeks.

He had to stifle screams when fingers were replaced by Aemond’s cock.

And so, this became a new game they played.

She watched them for weeks before deciding to partake. Aegon was enthusiastic in getting her ready, where Aemond was tentative about pressing into her. But in the end they were all breathless—well, except for Aegon, who wasted no time in taking his brother’s place inside her, his path lubricated by his siblings' seed.

It was good, the feeling of being stretched. Of being filled.

She wanted such a sensation somewhere else.

She had them—one after the other—in her cunt on her seventeenth name day. It was dangerous, she knew, but she had found notes in a midwifery book that spoke to safe times of the month, calculated by the days following a woman’s courses. And so she had tracked them dutifully for months until there was enough consistency she felt confident.

Even still, she told them they had to pull out. Her cunt would not taste their seed until she was married.

They obeyed, just as they always did.

Aegon went first, licking her until she came before pressing inside of her—the intrusion one that made them both groan with pleasure. His thrusts were uneven and it was over fast but she could see how one could find pleasure in this act, given enough practice.

He spilled across her stomach, before Aemond took his place.

He was longer.

The differences in their cocks was obvious when you looked at them, or felt them with your palm. She’d forced their lengths together as they stood, stroking and admiring the width of Aegon’s next to the length of Aemond’s. As if they had the same mass but were formed into different shapes, the same while not being even remotely similar. Quite like the men the appendages belonged to.

What she knew of their lengths before this was that Aegon’s was more of a challenge to get in, given the width of it. But once deep enough to slide with ease, she thought any intrusion in her rear felt rather the same.

But this.

She understood now, why women were meant to be penetrated here. Every drag of his cock lit up pathways of nerves inside her that made her clench and shiver. She felt the precise shape of him inside of her, the length, the curve, and it all culminated in her peaking—a moment before he pulled from her and spilled across her folds.

Both of them were prompt in how they licked up their seed, lilac eyes looking at her heaving bosom as she attempted to catch her breath, all while they continued to dine upon the masculine syrup coating her creamy flesh.

For their sixteenth birthday, she had them both.

Gods.

She did not believe in any faith, really, but this almost made her think some higher power existed. Why else would they bestow men and women with such parts that fit together like this? That felt so good?

She had never felt more powerful in that moment, when she was pressed between them, speared on both of them….and yet she had never felt more vulnerable, either, for she realized how small she now was compared to their forms. They had grown to a point where they could defy her commands, but they didn’t, and she trusted them, even with her body and something like this.

And for that reason, at that moment, she had never felt closer to them—and not just because she was full of their cocks, with lips pressing kisses to either side of her neck. Though she rather liked that part of this, too.

It was difficult enough to orchestrate that they were only able to have each other this way a handful of times in the following few months. But they hardly went unsatisfied, not with the engravings to guide them and their mouths and fingers eager to thrust when time or locale did not allow for a cock.

It was shaping up to be a rather blissful year, she thought.

And then, their father died.

story notes:

the "book" was inspired by later takes on the I Modi, a very erm, inspired, renaissance work with detailed engravings of numerous positions.

this was supposed to have a chapter two in which daemon returned to dragonstone and claimed the title for himself...along with his. brother's children. but due to lack of interest i've scrapped it for now.

#hotd #fanfic #ao3 #house of the dragon #Rhaenyra Targaryen #fic #a03 #HOTD #Angie writes #rhaegon #rhaemond #rhaenyra x aegon #rhaenyra x aemond #rhaenyra x aemond x aegon #greencest #twins #siblings #f/m/m #aegon/aemond

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anto-pops · 2 years ago

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Mallowsweet Muses PART 3 - Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Female! Reader

Summary: Sebastian had been right all along... three heads really were better than two.

The OT3 sexcapades have arrived and now I’m gonna go crawl in a hole

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, F/M/M, polyamory, rough sex, gratuitous smut

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 ! Part 1 and Part 2 are linked here for anyone interested on Tumblr.

This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up with morning wood grinding lazily between your ass cheeks. Hell, with Sebastian around, it was pretty much a given. He was a snuggler through and through, intentionally stealing your warmth throughout the night like a leech, and when that was paired with his usual half-asleep, horny tendencies, well… like you said. Powerful morning wood.

It was, however, the first time you’d woken up sandwiched between two men. After Ominis and Sebastian had made good on their promise to ‘return the favor’ yesterday, the three of you had been too tired to bother trekking through the castle to return to your respective rooms. The large, spacious bed that Sebastian had conjured for your escapades served its purpose well, and all of you had opted to remain in the sanctity of the Undercroft in favor of returning to the dorms.

So waking up warm and cozy and stuffed between two dudes, one of whom was exactly one-third awake in the brain and two-thirds awake in his cock, was relatively new territory.

You shifted over in place between the two Slytherins, stretching your arms high above your head with a strained groan before you felt Sebastian’s arms snake around your waist, tugging you firmly against his bare chest. “Mm, good morning,” you muttered softly, doing your best to keep your voice low so as not to rouse the blond man inches away.

“Morning,” he murmured against the nape of your neck, and his breath tickled against your warm skin. He curled around you impossibly further, kicking one of his knees up to drape over your legs, and through hooded eyes you watched as Ominis stirred beside you, rolling over to face you and Sebastian.

The taller man cracked his eyes open, gracing you with the sight of his gorgeous, milky-blue irises as he blinked the sleep from his mind, and when his pale arm slithered out from under the covers to feel around for your hand, you met him halfway and intertwined your fingers with his own. “Good morning indeed,” he mused, his lyrical voice raspy with sleep.

You pulled gently on his arm, silently urging him to come closer, and he obliged you easily, sidling up directly against your front so that he could idly slip his arm over your waist. He followed the feeling of Sebastian’s arm when he felt him already holding you, trailing his heated palms down to the brunet’s slowly rocking hips. The drawn out gesture effectively trapped you in the middle of the man sandwich, and you were caged between the two radiating furnaces, nice and warm. The whole affair was akin to being stuck betwixt a rock and a hard place, but you weren’t about to start complaining.

Waking up with Sebastian at your back and Ominis pressed into your chest felt right. Ominis’ own knee hitched over yours and Sebastian’s tangled legs, and the way his wiry body conformed to the two of you was tantamount to perfection. All of it. All three of you.

You’d known yesterday when you and Sebastian invited Ominis into your duo that it was far more than ‘just a mere sex thing’. Ever since the events of your fifth-year, the three of you had overcome your struggles and found yourselves closer than ever. The comfort you felt amongst the longtime friends had made it even easier to fall in love with their contrasting personalities; Sebastian’s sharp, fiery nature worked brilliantly alongside Ominis’ softer, cooler demeanor.

You were beginning to realize you had a growing need for both, if you were being honest, and ‘just a sex thing’ couldn’t even begin to cover the affectionate warmth in your chest when Ominis hummed thoughtfully at your hands sliding up his smooth, alabaster chest.

“Anything planned for today?” Sebastian questioned from behind you, the lingering remnants of sleep drifting from his brain at the sight of your palms skirting up Ominis’ slender torso, and he buried his chin in the crook of your neck so he could participate in the languid touching. His freckled hands slipped up Ominis’ arm and across his bony shoulder to play with his shaggy, sleep-mussed hair, while the other tightened around your waist to press you solidly against his growing erection.

“No plans,” you whispered, dragging Ominis closer with your legs as you reached back to thread your fingers through Sebastian’s knotted bedhead, making your intentions to both men abundantly clear.

“No plans,” Ominis echoed, letting his eyes slide shut to dip his head down into the hollow of your collarbone, sucking at a fresh mark leftover from last night without even knowing it. Whether it was from him or Sebastian, you didn’t know. It was bracketed by light imprints of teeth, though, so it was likely the latter. You shivered at the attention, rolling your hips forward against Ominis’ and back into Sebastian’s.

Sebastian let his lips wander over the exposed, tantalizing stretch of your neck, brushing light kisses down the bruised expanse of skin. He and Ominis had certainly done their best to leave evidence behind in the midst of running you ragged the night prior. The two of them reverently got to work dotting your body with kisses and featherlight touches, and you sighed contentedly. Ominis’ head steadily rose higher until he felt Sebastian’s breath ghosting against your neck and his cheek, and when those eyes swirling with moonlight slid open, your freckled lover was pulling him by his hair against his lips with a throaty groan. Wiggling against them both, you swallowed thickly at the seductive sound of both men shamelessly making out right next to your ear.

Ominis must have heard you gulp if his breathy chuckle was any indication, and he pulled away from Sebastian with a soft nip at his lower lip before moving to kiss you too, tangling his tongue with yours lazily in time to his rocking hips. Grateful for the attention, your hand delved beneath the sheets to grip Ominis’ member, pleased to discover that he was standing at attention much like Sebastian, and he moaned into your mouth at the testing pump you bestowed upon him.

Sebastian was practically vibrating with need as he ground his cock against your backside more firmly, spurred on by the barely there sound of you sighing and Ominis’ groans of blatant pleasure. Reaching down to your lower half, Sebastian’s fingers slipped through your folds gently, pulling a startled gasp from your lips that Ominis swallowed fervently, and then he was easing a crooked digit inside of you, already craving the tight heat around himself.

Ominis had gotten his turn for most of the night, aside from Sebastian fucking your open mouth until you’d been brainless and desperate– which was more than fine, mind– but he knew what he wanted right now, and he willed you to relax into his slow, steady thrusts. Sebastian twisted his finger inside of you, listening carefully to the hitch of your quickening breaths as you rode back into his easy rhythm.

“Hm, eager much?” Sebastian teased quietly, breathing a laugh against your flushed shoulder. All you could do was moan in response, pulling Ominis against you harder for a messy kiss as you jerked him off under the covers, and he groaned when your fist tightened around the head of his cock and twisted.

“Fuck–” he pulled away from your lips to grit through his clenched teeth. “D-Don’t do that.”

You couldn’t help it; you grinned wickedly at his reaction. “Why? Are you too sensitive first thing in the morning?”

Ominis swore softly when you punctuated the question with another dizzying squeeze around his tip, and his hand flew away from your waist to grip your wrist in a bid to get you to stop. “Yes,” he hissed, “and rather quick to finish after waking up, so forgive me if I’m trying to protect my ego here.”

Sebastian laughed over your shoulder, tentatively slipping a second finger inside your welcoming heat and curling it up in a teasing motion that had you trembling in his arms. “She’s a demanding little thing isn’t she? What, he didn’t do enough for you last night? That’s not what it looked like from where I was sitting, darling.”

You flushed brilliantly at the memory of Ominis’ overwhelmingly large cock breaching your walls for the first time, recalling the cries of delight that had spilled from your spit-slick lips before Sebastian had silenced you with his own neglected member to fuck your throat in earnest. The man in question felt you contract around his fingers, betraying your train of thought instantly, and he chuckled darkly into the crook of your neck.

“Please,” you choked out, sounding breathless and needy as Sebastian pumped his fingers in deeper, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit for extra measure. Ominis groaned at the sounds tumbling from your lips, every stuttered gasp pushing him closer to the brink of ‘fuck it’, especially with how your fist tightened a fraction around his cock from Sebastian’s ministrations.

“You’re going to have to give her something, Ominis,” Sebastian chidded his friend, arousal coating his every word. You shivered when his fingers slid out of you completely, whimpering as he adjusted the arm he had curled under you so that you were snug against his chest when he lined up the head of his cock with your slick entrance. “She’s asking so nicely,” he whispered the praise directly against the shell of your ear, and then he was pressing into you, slowly and tenderly.

You arched and moaned as Sebastian slid into you, filling you up far more than you’d anticipated, but you weren’t protesting in the slightest. Not when Sebastian grabbed your thigh to spread your legs open further, and definitely not when his cock grazed past your still-sensitive sweet spot, leaving you to pant loudly in Ominis’ direction.

Sebastian watched with rapt interest as Ominis audibly processed everything happening beside him, and the blond moved to sit up with his knees tucked under him. All the while, your hand stayed glued to his shaft; in part because you desperately wanted to taste him and also because he had yet to release his vice grip on your wrist. A small smirk curled over Ominis’ lips then as he instructed his friend, “Thrust a little.”

Sebastian quirked a brow and smiled, hitching your leg up higher and nuzzling behind your ear before giving you a few slow, firm thrusts. You melted against his chest, a keening sound ripping from your throat, and your hand around Ominis’ cock flew down to grip at his knee weakly. Ominis’ hand replaced yours, stroking himself a couple times under the guise of ‘planning’, before he was scooting up closer to the head of the bed.

“Do you think you can handle us both again, love?” Ominis purred, patting at the empty space between his legs in a silent command. Sebastian seemed to understand immediately what Ominis meant, and he rolled you over so you were flat on your stomach between the taller man’s long legs. He stayed sheathed in your all-encompassing heat as he sat up on his knees, gripping your hips to raise your ass invitingly before him, and you wriggled yourself onto your elbows so you could inch your way closer to Ominis’ achingly hard cock. You hastily took him in your hands once again, relishing in the soft hiss it pulled from the blond’s lips before he grit out, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Sebastian pulled back before giving you a testing thrust, jolting you so that your face careened straight into Ominis’ thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation of Sebastian pushing into the deepest parts of you tantamount to perfection, and then you felt Ominis’ slender fingers gather a handful of hair at the nape of your neck to pull your face directly up to his cock.

Ominis swore softly when you angled the tip of his shaft down to press invitingly against your lips, immediately setting to work peppering soft kisses and featherlight strokes against him. You heard him groan, the sound guttural and tempting, and Sebastian’s own fingers dug into your waist at the spark of lust that shot through him at the sight.

From behind, he got a glorious view of your arched spine, and he was able to watch himself slide in and out of you greedily, his cock already glistening with your alluring slick. Ominis was one hell of a sight too; his head was tipped back against the headboard, blond locs falling into his flushed face, and those stunning eyes pinched shut with obvious desire when your warm mouth finally enveloped the head of his generous length, laving your tongue over the tip to taste the salty pre-cum beading there.

“Fuck,” Ominis cursed, his hold on the back of your head tightening just barely. “Merlin– that’s good–”

You sealed your lips around him firmly and sucked, curving your tongue through the slit in some vain attempt to coerce Ominis into giving you more. He groaned and obliged you, arching his hips forward at the same time he tugged you further onto his shaft by your hair, and his stomach tensed as he felt you open wider to take everything you were given, no problem.

Sebastian had been content watching the entire exchange, his hands squeezing gently at your ass in encouragement, but the tight heat wrapped around his cock was beginning to get to him. Hunching forward, the brunet ran the tips of his fingers fleetingly over your jaw in silent praise before sitting back on his heels again, his hands returning to your hips to hold you steady as he pulled out nearly all the way. His eyes darkened as he watched you stretch around him, eagerly rolling his hips back into your incredible cunt, and the sound you made around Ominis’ cock lit a fire in his blood.

Your muffled cries around Ominis’ massive length seemingly motivated all three of you, and Ominis found it in himself to dig his heels into the mattress before he pulled back to start gently fucking your mouth. Sebastian leaned over you and set an even rhythm, following your pleading little whimpers until he was pounding evenly into you, holding you by your waist with bruising strength that made your head spin. All the while, you continued to do the best you could around Ominis’ slowly-thrusting cock, hollowing your cheeks and working your tongue over him in a bid to pull him in deeper.

Ominis swallowed hesitantly, knowing damn well that the size of him was more than enough to gag you. But then he felt your arms around his waist tighten, and your nails dug favorably into the skin of his back to silently convey that under no uncertain terms did you want him to hold back.

With a trembling breath, Ominis readjusted his hold on your hair and thrusted his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat with a growl, and the way you clenched around Sebastian’s thick cock all but confirmed how much you fucking loved it.

Sebastian grinned diabolically down at Ominis and licked his lips, whispering to catch the blond’s attention. Ominis leaned forward with an eager moan and let Sebastian guide their lips together, kissing him desperately while he fucked your throat. He moaned louder when he felt you gag slightly, and he started to pull back so you could take a breath, but your hand shot up to catch his hip, holding him in place while you swallowed around him, then choked on his girth.

“Fucking hell,” Ominis gasped, his thighs spasming on either side of you while his grip in your hair teetered on the brink of painful. He pulled back when you saw fit to let him, sliding out of your mouth slick with saliva and pre-cum. You pulled in a few frantic breaths, licking away the wet strands still stretched between your lips and Ominis’ cock, before you dove right back in and bobbed your head perfectly over his aching arousal. “Holy shit–” Ominis stammered, his head tipping back with an audible thunk against the wood frame.

“Showing off, darling?” Sebastian asked, panting slightly as he rammed harder into your phenomenally soaked heat, lifting one of his hands to slap your ass playfully once– then twice– and the sound echoed throughout the humid room around you. Moaning from the sting, the vibrations in your throat reverberated straight through Ominis, causing him to buck harder into your mouth as you began flicking your tongue over the sensitive spot just under the head.

“I’m not going to last like this– fuck–” Ominis mumbled an incoherent string of curses when a particularly forceful thrust from Sebastian pushed your nose into the sparse collection of hair under his navel, and your garbled cries were like music to both men’s ears before you pulled off with a shuddering gasp.

You spluttered through your swollen lips, “F-Fuck, Sebastian, right there right there–”

Sebastian groaned in response, giving you another quick slap before railing into you harder, driving his cock straight past your sweet spot in sharp, fast thrusts that left you boneless in Ominis’ lap. Your hands fisted in the sheets on either side of Ominis, tugging fitfully as you wailed out desperately for more.

Ominis sat back to listen intently again, completely entranced by how easily Sebastian was rutting into you, his brutal tempo never faltering as you writhed in earnest under him. With the way you sounded– so needy and shaky and overcome with euphoria– Ominis couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck your mouth or kiss you again. He settled for jerking himself off quickly, listening as you buried your cries into the hollow of his bent leg, twisting and trembling with every rough pass of Sebastian’s cock.

Ominis managed to hold out just long enough, until your high pitched, incessant begging grew louder and louder, slurring out promises of “Close, close, I’m close–” just before you threw your head back to scream Sebastian’s name. The two men felt as every muscle in your body tensed under the relentless pounding, and you tightened impossibly further around Sebastian’s cock at the same time your legs began to quake violently beneath you.

Sebastian keened breathlessly at the feeling, pumping deeper into your pulsing heat until you were a moaning, shaky mess in his arms and you were finally coming around him. You sobbed as you fell apart at the seams, Sebastian’s hips continuing to piston into you as he fucked you through your climax, and he leaned forward to tug Ominis off the headboard, burying his sweaty forehead in the crook of the blond’s shoulder. Sebastian sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of Ominis’ neck, frantically sucking and biting to muffle his own needy sounds against the pale, marred flesh. Ominis could only gasp, the stinging pleasure working in tandem with the painfully hard strokes he bestowed upon himself, and when he felt your head shift off of his lap to mouth brainlessly at his sac, that cord in his stomach was wrought tight as a wire.

“Shit,” was all Ominis said in warning before his cock twitched tellingly against your cheek. Half-coherent, you found the strength to push yourself up so you could take all of him in your mouth, swallowing around him again and bobbing your head eagerly while one hand slid away from his hip to cradle his balls. “Gods– fuck, I’m close,” he gasped against Sebastian’s temple.

Sebastian’s voice was raspy as he murmured against the wet, bruising skin, “You going to come for her? Seems like she’s eager to swallow for you, right? Come on, Ominis, come for us both, I want to hear you.”

Something about the affection in Sebastian’s gravelly voice, encouraging and yet still so damn filthy, sent Ominis reeling over the edge, gasping and clawing at both of you. His sharp, choked moans filled the Undercroft, his fingers fisting back in your hair as he came right down your throat, unable to keep himself from holding you firm on his cock until he was milked completely dry.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Sebastian ruthlessly chased his own pleasure, ramming his cock into you with a mind-numbing pace that had your eyes rolling back in your head. When he finally came with a hoarse shout of your name, he buried himself to the hilt to grind his balls against the reddening skin of your ass, pulling away from Ominis to squeeze generously at the welting handprints that he had left behind. Your moan was stifled around the softening cock still in your mouth, the feeling of being filled from both ends leaving you blissfully high and numb to anything else.

After a few moments of labored breathing, you allowed Ominis to slide out of your mouth and licked your lips contentedly, having already swallowed everything he’d given you. Your pleased sigh filtered up to Ominis as you let your head collapse against his thigh, and his fingers were instantly smoothing out the unruly mess he had created atop your head in the throes of passion. Your eyes fluttered shut, finding it all too easy to get lost in the feeling of him playing with your hair.

On your other end, Sebastian took his sweet time pulling out– languidly withdrawing his cock to the very tip before pressing in again– effectively shoving his load deeper inside of you, and you groaned at the overstimulation.

“Merlin,” Sebastian groused as he finally removed himself from within your spasming walls, and you whimpered at the jarring sensation. Those broad, strong hands gingerly lowered you down to the mattress, limp as the day you were born, but you found the willpower to roll towards Ominis and shamelessly curl around his outstretched leg.

Ominis’ hand came to rest against your back, rubbing soothing circles there as Sebastian crawled his way up to you. He nuzzled into the nape of your neck, laughing softly under his breath as he propped himself up sideways on his elbow, and you craned your head back to fix him with a questioning look. “What are you laughing at?”

The tips of Sebastian’s fingers ghosted down the seductive curve of your waist, then trailed up the supple rise of your hip to press lightly against the finger shaped bruises that now decorated your side. “Nothing, just a random, stupid thought.”

Humming in amusement, you let one of your hands wander behind you to affectionately caress the sharp outline of Sebastian’s hip bones. “Care to share with the class?”

Ominis could hear the grin in his voice when he asked, “What’s that Italian dessert called? The one with the cream in the middle?”

Your brows slammed down in confusion at the same time Ominis’ head swiveled in the direction of Sebastian’s voice. The blond retorted before you could, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Come on, help me out here. She wanted to know, and this applies to the thought.”

Ominis huffed in exasperation, so you elected to entertain the freckled man, your body still too peacefully satisfied to let the random line of questioning shift your mood. “Tiramisu?”

Sebastian considered your suggestion, then shook his head, “No, not that one– the long pastry kind that’s folded over on itself.”

There was another brief pause before you offered, “A cannoli?”

“Yes, that’s the one! I thought that you were like a cannoli just now– getting stuffed from both ends. That’s what made me laugh.”

Ominis’ snort of horribly contained laughter had your face burning up in his lap, but even you couldn’t keep your giggles muffled for long. Sebastian shook his head, as though bewildered by his own stupid joke and lack of decorum, but that didn’t stop him from throwing himself down against the pillows, tangling his legs with your own before tugging at Ominis’ bony shoulder.

“That was quite possibly the dumbest thing you’ve said to date,” Ominis muttered as he let Sebastian pull him into your pile of limbs. You lifted your head to allow him the space to settle against the pillows, and once he had, Ominis was looping his arm under your neck to tug your head to his chest.

“I hardly think that joke wins first place,” Sebastian mused from behind you. “But now I am craving sweets. Anyone up for a trip to Hogsmeade?”

Groaning your protests against Ominis’ sternum, you rocked your head side to side, further disheveling the hair stuck to your damp forehead. “I think I’d rather go back to sleep. Maybe take a bath after– I haven’t decided yet. I can’t fathom leaving the room right now, though.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to tenderly press his lips to the smooth curve of your shoulder, and then he was peppering kisses up the bruised expanse of your neck until he reached your jaw. He playfully nipped at your thundering pulse while his hand sought out Ominis’, and as their fingers twined together, the brunet sighed heartily. “Sleep, then a bath, then Hogsmeade?”

“Works for me,” Ominis agreed quickly, already nestling himself deeper into the covers. The three of you shifted around easily, readjusting yourselves back into the loose, sweaty snuggle-pile that you’d woken up in, and it didn’t take long for sleep to creep over you once more. It was deeply satisfying to be sandwiched between the two Slytherin’s again, filling your heart with such fulfillment that you knew your thoughts from earlier had been strikingly correct.

Ominis was way more to you and Sebastian than ‘just a sex thing’. Later when your trio found itself locked in the Prefect bathroom– sneakily hoarding the spacious tub for yourselves– you and Sebastian shared a knowing look, happily finding yourselves on the same page. Because really, why the fuck not?

Covered in bubbles and love-bites alike, you and Sebastian then offered Ominis a different sort of invitation, and to your immense satisfaction, he accepted wholeheartedly.

#sebastian sallow x you #ominis gaunt x you #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x female! reader #ominis gaunt x female! reader #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #bisexual silver trio because those boys are NOT straight #my writing #f/m/m #if this is the post that takes me out it was nice knowing you all

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duckprintspress · 7 months ago

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Flo is consistently frustrated with how her boyfriend Arthur's bodyguard Kacen is always watching her suspiciously. But when she discovers Arthur and Kacen in bed together, it casts a whole new light on the relationships between the three of them, and Flo finds herself considering possibilities that had never dawned on her before.

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grimesgirll · 8 months ago

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“are you guys coming to bed?”

you’re sitting up halfway, half lidded eyes fighting the hard fight to stay open.

blue eyes meet yours from the inside of the en-suite. “yes, one moment, sweetheart.”

your chest falls with your huffy breath. poised to pout, you splay yourself back onto the bedspread. what the fuck is taking so long? you’re about ready to bury your face in the pillow.

needy is the only word to describe you in the aftermath of nights like tonight.

fucked several times over, you couldn’t stand to be so far apart from your men. at least one of them should be on the satin blue sheets with their sinewy arms around you. their absence aches. you know someone has to throw away the condoms, fetch you a clean sleep shirt, toss the used towels in the hamper, etcetera. however, you’re too needy for them to just throw you one of rick’s oversized shirts and hang out in the bathroom without you.

you stretch your arms in an attempt to extinguish the last traces of energy in your system but you know you’d feel infinitely better in a pair of toned arms. head rolling to face the bathroom, you’re unlucky enough not to catch either of their gazes. it’s only your loud pouts that snap them out of whatever conversation they’re having.

“is someone in there whinin’?”

rick’s sultry smooth voice reignites something in you that has you responding with nothing but a hazed out moan. emphasizing the manner in which you flip yourself over to your stomach, sticking your ass up when you bury your face into the clean sheets in protest.

“don’t tell me she’s poutin’ again.”

“sounds like exactly that.”

you do your best to hide your snide smile when the bed lowers slightly right beside you.

“what do you need? a kiss?” the ex-sheriff plants an arm into the soft bed beside you to lean over and rotate you onto your back, caressing your hair and tonguing your mouth open - not that you gave up a fight.

“mhm,” you yowl into his mouth.

a matching groan rumbles from his throat as rick reaches down to inspect your panties. he chuckles. “just as i expected, two cocks and you’re still craving another release, silly girl.”

whenever he gets his fingers in your hair, you’re putty in rick’s hands. the simple sensation is satisfying enough to have you wincing when he withdraws his fingers, nearly kicking in desperation.

you can’t complain though because before you know it the man is moving his fingers from your hair to attack your entrance.

“shit,” you gasp into his mouth when two fingers pry you open.

“pretty girl need some lovin’ before she falls asleep?” daryl whispers into your ear and appears on your opposite side.

“just a little more.” rick concludes, lazily pumping a finger into you while you squirm beneath him. “i think we tuckered her out. maybe we give her one last release for being such a good girl and put her to bed.”

you nod eagerly and like that daryl is descending between your legs to lift up your rick’s oversized sleep shirt. still underwear free from when you’d first climbed in bed with them, daryl’s tongue lands on your sensitive center.

the redneck’s auburn locks are in your hands instantly as you pant, “daryl, fuck.”

“this how you like to wind down?” rick mocks with a mouth on your rosy right bud.

you muster enough energy to nod your head. “mhmm.”

“do the sounds of daryl lapping up your slutty pussy help you fall asleep before bed?”

your mouth falls open at the question. all you can do is babble, blubbering when rick bites down on your chest. “rick!”

“honey,” rick’s tone turns serious. blue eyes honing in on your cloudy stare. “awfully rude to be just callin’ my name when dear daryl’s the one fucking you with his tongue.” you can’t argue with that. “why don’t you give him some credit?”

crying out, a sob starts your apology. “sorry, daryl. your tongue feels so good,” you stutter through teary eyes, legs and lips quivering. “thank you for taking care of me before bed.”

daryl doesn’t respond; too focused on the task at hand.

rick’s face is still smug. “why don’t you ask daryl for permission to come, sweetheart?” rick muses with a hardened nipple between his fingers, painfully turning it over the pad of his forefinger and watching your face twist with wanton need.

“daryl!” you’re howling.

the man doesn’t stop.

rick snickers. “try again, honey,” he’s traveling up the bed to bestow a peck on your lips before they’re parting to plead at the man who’s taking you apart with his tongue.

“daryl, please,” you’re borderline wailing now, tempting rick with your fucked out tears and irregular breath. chest rising and falling with every respiration, you’re red with the need for release and the need for the redhead beneath you to spare you some grace. “please, i need to come, daryl. please, i want to come so bad, can i come? daryl!”

for the first moment in minutes, the archer briefly pops his vacuum of a mouth off of your weeping slit to give you the most serious look before granting you permission to, “make a mess, girl.”

leaning into daryl’s blessing, you ground your hips against his face and squeeze the hand that’s intertwined with rick’s as the pressure that had been heightening explodes.

the circles daryl’d paired with his unforgiving tongue do nothing but pulsate the pressure deeper throughout your sensitive bundle of nerves. the same nerves that were flaring and rocking you in galvanizing pangs of pleasure as if they’d also gotten that memo that daryl had given you permission to cum, encouraged by the warm tongue flat against you.

it’s only when your legs are about to collapse on top of his tawny head that daryl retreats, giving your spent cunt a light slap for good measure.

his face is glistening just as your cunt had been when he dove headfirst between your legs.

you’re bending forward towards him in an anxious effort to have him on your lips again. he’d been so close to you - you need him to be that close again. that’s why you’re about to sob when he gets up to head to the dresser. your tantrum is paused once you see that he’s bringing your water bottle to your lips.

the thoughtful man brings the straw to your lips, allowing you to take a long drink and signal for him to place the bottle on the nightstand. it’s not ten seconds before he’s grasping your face and giving you the long, drawn out good night kiss you’re always craving from him.

daryl’s flush against your left when your lips disconnect. if rick hadn’t caught you in his arms, daryl would’ve been closer but he’ll be rising early to hunt anyways, and he wouldn’t want to wake you.

rick’s arm lays atop your pillow and his head tucked on top of yours as you start to drift off, “night, sweet girl” being the last words you hear before you fall into the coziest slumber.

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turtletaubwrites · 11 months ago

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Touching What's Yours ~ Part 3

This story started with a request from @punkclowngutz found HERE. Thank you again for the request! 🙏🏼 This follows the poly fic 'We've All Got Needs' series linked below through Part 6.5, then diverges from there into this alternate miniseries.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji

Word Count: 6048

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: Relationship discussions, and secrets revealed. Zoro and Sanji decide how comfortable they are with sharing you with each other.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader Insert, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Condoms, Penis in Vagina Sex, Face-Fucking, Choking, Hair-pulling, Spitroasting, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Porn with Feelings, Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Shame, Cigarettes, They're Gross, Don't Smoke, Pet Names, Zoro might be getting better at feelings, maybe

A/N: Sorry about the length, I didn't want to split this up and leave out the goodies, lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Zoro was itching to touch you. He could see your thighs next to his under the kitchen table, and the feeling of you avoiding his gaze made him sick.

Hardly putting a thing on his plate, Zoro breathed through the memories of all his recent fuckups, and the dread of how you would look at him after today. The memory of sake with the cook last night rolled through his mind, and he clenched his jaw at the thought that he was right.

We need to talk.

Sanji cared for the crew, though his attention kept being drawn toward a certain swordsman this morning.

If this idiot doesn’t eat a decent meal soon, I’ll have to shove it down his throat.

A small, wicked smile curled his lips at the thought, and he coughed as Luffy called his name, asking for fourths.

“Hey, Needy…”

You had stayed back as the rest of the crew filed out after breakfast, then asked Zoro to let you out of the booth.

“But…”

Sanji sat across with his own plate of breakfast, pleading eyes on you while Zoro awkwardly kept you captive by not moving.

“Mon coeur, we were hoping you’d have time to speak with us this morning.”

Zoro’s fists clenched, but he gave a small nod.

“Okay. Can I sit over…” You pointed to the counter, but trailed off as you looked at Zoro. He could feel your eyes on him, and found himself shaking slightly.

“I just want to see you both better,” you explained as you started scooting along the bench to the middle of the large booth so that you could look at them both clearly.

Sanji had to chew his tongue to stay serious with how cute you looked scooching along.

Zoro breathed in slowly, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

It’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine. It’s not over.

“We, uh, have a lot to talk about.”

Your words shot through Zoro like steel bars in his bones, keeping him rigid.

“Of course, darling, please go ahead.”

You cleared your throat, and Zoro was struggling to keep his eyes on yours, feeling like he was waiting for a blow to fall.

“I can’t do this if it’s going to cause issues for the crew, if there’s going to be big fights over me. I know you guys will never stop fighting, but that was serious, and I won’t be a part of it.”

Zoro nodded, his face heating up while Sanji agreed.

“And Zoro,” your voice made his breath hitch as he held your gaze, your face almost blank with your next words.

“I will not be spoken to the way you did yesterday. If something is bothering you, then I will talk with you about it. But not like that.”

Can he rein himself in, Sanji wondered as he watched the faint trembling of the swordsman’s hands.

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

He felt your assessment, your eyes boring into him as you started to nod.

“Thank you. I have something else…”

“Anything, ma belle, what’s on your mind?”

Zoro couldn’t keep himself from clenching his jaw at Sanji’s lilting voice.

This time it was your eyes that were avoiding connection, your fingers twisting as you took a deep breath.

“I know we’ve decided that this arrangement is purely casual. But I don’t think I can be casual. With either of you.”

Zoro stared, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed.

Sanji felt a thrill, wanting to taste your sweet lips as you shared what he thought you were.

“What do you…” Zoro’s voice was strained, and he trailed off as you gave him a small smile.

“I don’t feel comfortable or right with the thought of choosing one of you over the other. I don’t want to create a greater rift. I’m hoping you will both want to continue seeing me, as in a polyamorous relationship.”

“Of course, angel-”

Sanji’s heart almost melted when you smirked at him, cutting him off.

“Please take time to think about this. This is a serious decision, and we would all need to work on communication and trust with each other. I really care about both of you and the crew, and I don’t want to hurt anyone by entering into something you aren’t comfortable with. We need to be honest with each other.”

Sanji watched your face fall as Zoro leaned back, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Marimo… Do you want-”

“Go ahead, cook. Get on with it.”

Your brows tensed as you looked between your paramours, Zoro leaning over the table to rest his head on his fists, while Sanji’s mouth pulled to the side as he chewed the inside of his lip.

“Mon coeur, we’ll take time to think on what you’ve shared. We also have something we need to speak with you about.”

Sanji watched you frown slightly at the word ‘we.’

She’s an angel, she won’t be bothered by something like this.

“Honesty is crucial in relationships, and neither of us would wish to enter into-”

“Gods damn it, waiter. Can you just say it?”

Zoro leaned toward him, his lip twitching as he fought his every instinct. Sanji’s eyes narrowed as he fought a smirk.

Both of their heads snapped to you when you cleared your throat, as if they had forgotten you were there for a moment.

“Everything okay,” you asked, caution in your voice.

“Would you prefer to tell her?”

Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t push any words through. He shook his head, and Sanji nodded, taking a breath as he met your eyes.

“Y/N, dear. Zoro and I were, uh… intimate recently. We thought you should know before we go further in any relationship with you.”

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked between them, Zoro avoided your gaze while Sanji’s eyes were soft.

“Intimate… Like?”

Zoro clenched his eyes and fists while Sanji stepped in, voice slightly higher than normal.

“Ph-Physically intimate, darling. I didn’t think the details-”

Sanji stopped as Zoro’s eyes seared into him. The blonde let out a tiny gasp at the intensity, the hard lines of Zoro’s face reminding him a bit too much of the other night, not too far from where they were sitting.

Zoro’s eyes flicked to the door, the memory of Sanji gasping for him making his body shake.

“O-Oh… Well, that’s great, you guys,” you breathed out, eyes a bit wide as you took in the tension between them. “If you want to be with me in a poly relationship, then you can be with each other too.”

“No,” Zoro growled. “It’s not happening again.”

Sanji looked down at the table, but he was sure you caught his small smile. He gave you a subtle wink that widened your eyes even more.

“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat again. “How about we talk after dinner? And it’s alright if you need more time to decide.”

Sanji affirmed while Zoro nodded, leaving the booth to give you room.

Zoro couldn’t keep his eyes off the floor, the shame and humiliation eating at him.

She won’t look at me the same way. And she still wants to be with him.

“Zoro?”

Your soft voice pulled his eyes to you, your face leaning down as you looked up at him softly.

“Yeah, Needy,” he said, his voice rough.

“Can I hug you?”

Zoro paused for a moment, feeling stuck in his own mind, but he opened his arms, and breathed in the scent of your hair as you hummed against him.

His mind fought to enjoy your touch, but he couldn’t tell if your hug was for pity or not.

He squeezed you against him, letting his body memorize the feel of yours before he watched you walk out of the galley.

“Moss head, can you hold on a minute?”

Sanji watched the struggling swordsman look toward the ceiling before turning to face him. The morning light was inching toward the afternoon, and Zoro’s face was etched with exhaustion, the light revealing just how dark his eyes were.

“What now?”

Sanji leaned against the counter as he lit his cigarette, watching the smoke trail up to the ceiling before speaking.

“I’ve already thought about this. I am serious about Y/N, and I am alright with sharing her with you. Please, really think this through. She wants to be with you, for some reason.”

“Not just me.”

Sanji scoffed at Zoro’s dark tone, his small words.

“No, our lovely angel has so much love in her heart, she deserves more than one person to hold it. I know it’ll be a difficult task for you, but I hope you can avoid being a dumbass while you decide if you want her love or not.”

Zoro flinched at those words, heat spreading through his body as Sanji stepped in front of him.

“Are you really going to say no to the possibility of being loved?”

Those words fell on them both, heavy and sharp, digging their claws in.

Sanji followed his question with another slow drag, bringing the cigarette to his lips as he stared Zoro down.

Zoro’s eyes were drawn to that mouth, his mind empty as he watched that tongue wet those soft lips. Those soft lips that curled at the edges, smiling while Zoro stood in silence.

Sanji’s eye that wasn’t hidden by that blonde hair was practically sparkling when Zoro finally met his gaze.

“Well, Marimo?”

Zoro turned and left, not sure what he would have done or said if he stayed a moment longer.

Sanji stood in the quiet, biting his lip.

An awkward silence fell over the galley as the three of you sat after dinner. Sanji loved the way you fidgeted with your fingers when you were nervous.

“Have you… Have you both had enough time to think about this?”

Sanji nodded, his heart practically beaming from his eyes as he answered.

“I have, sweet Y/N. I would love to enter a serious relationship with you, and I am willing to share you, even with moss head.”

You smiled, keeping your mouth closed as if you were holding it in before shifting your attention to Zoro.

He forgot all the words he’d practiced, but after a moment, he spoke into the quiet room. Letting himself feel.

“Me too, Needy. I wanna be with you.”

You let out something between a laugh and a sob, and reached both of your hands out.

Sanji grasped one, leaning down to kiss your soft fingers. Zoro squeezed your hand, breathing deep before questioning.

“So how… is this gonna work?”

Sanji and Zoro both resisted as you pulled your hands away, but it was only to wipe small tears from your eyes as you looked at them.

“Honestly, is it alright if we go through all of that tomorrow? We should check in after breakfast again, we can figure everything out.”

“Of course, my love. Would you like anything else to eat, dessert maybe? A drink?”

“I’ll take a drink,” Zoro huffed, gaining a frown from Sanji. But you laughed and agreed, so Sanji brought a bottle of sake to share.

Zoro and Sanji moved in, sitting on either side of you. Zoro wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and Sanji didn’t push him by leaning too close. Instead, he held your hand, occasionally letting his rest on your thigh, fingers tracing pretty shapes.

Little satisfied sighs kept leaving your lips, and Sanji wanted to cherish each moment of you looking so happy and relaxed.

Zoro kept drinking until he felt lighter, finally laughing.

“I know we’re talking about it tomorrow. But I… I still wanna know.”

“Know what,” you asked, head tilted up.

“How this is supposed to work,” Zoro questioned, gesturing between the three of you while Sanji stifled a laugh.

“Oh, I, uh. Well, it’ll work how we decide it will. We’ll need to be open and talk about our needs, and work it out together.”

“... Yeah, that’s good. But how?”

Zoro gave another small wave of his hand, and Sanji couldn’t keep from laughing.

“Shut up, idiot cook.”

You ignored Sanji, reaching to touch Zoro’s cheek.

“What do you mean, Zoro?”

“I believe I know what moss head means. He wants to know how sex is going to work.”

“It’s not like-” Zoro growled over Sanji’s laughter, squeezing you closer to his own body. You had to bite your lip to keep from joining in.

“It’s okay, Zoro. We’ll talk about that too, and work out what everyone’s comfortable with.”

There was a brief pause before Sanji let out a low chuckle, unable to keep his mouth shut.

“Marimo, are you wondering if our lovely girlfriend wants us to pleasure her at the same time?”

You yelped, and smacked Sanji’s hand softly, but all he did was lower his head to wink at you.

Sanji assessed Zoro, wondering how long it would take before the first mate admits what he wants.

Zoro stayed silent, arm still tight around you until you practically squeaked out a response.

“We don’t have to do that. But I would, um… I would definitely like to try. If you’re comfortable with it.”

Gods, she’s so perfect, Sanji thought as his body thrummed with desire.

Zoro took another swig of sake before looking down at you with a smirk.

“You are so fuckin’ needy.”

You poked at his ribs, squirming with happiness at the mischief on his face, and Sanji’s lips that were leaving soft kisses along your hand and arm.

“What? It’s true. Can’t even settle for two boyfriends, you need to have two cocks in you at the same time?”

Sanji heard the laughter in those words, glad to hear the swordsman loosening up. Those words could have been said in anger, but Zoro gave a deep, hearty laugh as you shoved against him playfully.

He’s got a good laugh.

Zoro felt light, and it was a relief. He hoped it wasn’t just the sake, he knew he hadn't gone anywhere close to his limit. Regardless, he wanted to remember how this felt, how relaxed he was with sharing you. He wouldn’t get you to himself, but he still got you.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Zoro leaned in, kissing your temple while you still protested against him, laughter shaking your body.

“Is that what you want, Needy? You want us both to fuck you right now?”

Zoro’s words came out husky and dark, and he smirked as you gasped, your body going still beside him.

Sanji hummed, letting his fingers trail along your bare thighs, just tickling along the edge of your shorts.

Your head fell back against Zoro’s arm, your breath heavy.

“Don’t forget to be honest, pretty thing. Do you want this?”

Zoro needed you to say yes. Your scent, and the heat of your body against him was overwhelming, especially after the last few days. He needed to be inside you, to watch you fall apart for him.

Fuck, I need her so bad.

“Yes. I want you both right now, please.”

Sanji moaned softly, and brought his fingers to trace along your clothed cunt, feeling a damp spot already growing from the thought of these two men taking you at the same time.

Zoro grabbed your chin, pulling your face to his, and claiming your lips. Zoro wanted to have you, wanted to take the feeling of you into himself, so he let his tongue dig into you while he ate your little moans.

Sanji kissed and touched where he could reach in their position, not wanting to push Zoro too far with his touch before the fun had even started. But the need in your voice had made him achingly hard, and he wanted to shower you with every pleasure.

“Our gorgeous girl is soaked through her shorts already. Let’s take care of her, swordsman.”

“Hold the sake,” Zoro commanded, handing the bottle to Sanji after taking another drink.

Then you were gasping as he twisted, grabbing your waist and pulling you up off the bench before sitting you on the table to face them, your calves dangling off the side to the bench between them.

“What are you-”

“I’m hungry,” Zoro teased, his husky voice sending shivers to both of his companions.

With a nervous giggle you laid back on the table, and let them both pull at your shorts until you were bare from the waist down.

Leaning on your elbows, your eyes rolled back in your head at the sight of both of their needy faces as they watched you spread like a meal before them.

“Come here.”

Your face, your skin, and your pretty little pussy took everything from Zoro’s mind except for need. Your wordless invitation of your spread legs had sent fire through him, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your delicious body toward him before plunging his tongue inside you.

Your back arched, and Sanji watched Zoro feast on you with such intensity that his mouth fell open. Sanji moved in closer, kissing your ankle and calf as his hand trailed along your hip and stomach. You reached out your hand and he grasped it, feeling his own body pulse as you crushed his fingers.

Zoro groaned into your core, sending vibrations through you before he brought his tongue to your clit, attacking while he shoved two fingers inside you.

Sanji let you rest your ankle on his shoulder as Zoro lost himself in you.

“Go easy on her, we’re just getting started.”

“You’ll get your turn, waiter.”

You cried out at that gruff promise, then stifled a scream as Zoro sucked your clit into your mouth, biting it softly as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside over and over. Sanji moved down the bench so he could trace his fingers along your lips, and you eagerly took them in, sucking on him as you fought your screams.

You were bucking against Zoro’s face now, and he laughed into you while he ripped the orgasm from your body.

Sanji felt dizzy as his focus kept sliding from your beautiful face, contorted with pleasure as you choked on his fingers versus Zoro’s feverish assault, his face near manic, dripping in your pleasure.

Zoro left a few kisses and small bites along your thighs as you caught your breath before taking the sake from Sanji.

“Alright, needy girl. Show us how much you can take. Your turn now, cook.”

Sanji wanted to argue, to step in that he was being too harsh with you, but the moan that left your lips when his turn was announced had his cock straining in his slacks, he could feel precum already leaking through the fabric.

Zoro pushed your knees toward you as Sanji scooted in, taking his place. Their thighs and hands brushed against each other, and Sanji held his breath, waiting for Zoro to freak out.

Instead, Zoro just moved down the bench toward your face, tugging at the bottom of your shirt.

“Take this off.”

There was no arguing with his voice, and Sanji moaned as you sat up, freeing your breasts so they bounced above him.

You smiled at him, biting your lip as he couldn't resist reaching up to caress and gently squeeze that warm flesh, rubbing his thumbs across your nipples.

Zoro cleared his throat, and you laid back with a smirk, his fingers trailing along your chest now.

Sanji stared down at the mess Zoro had made as he ran his hands over your thighs. The thought of tasting you after watching Zoro make you scream was almost too much. Sanji's mouth hung open, and he didn’t think he could last much longer with all of this.

I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.

Sanji tasted you, leaving a sensual kiss on your clit as you started moving for him.

“Gods, you taste incredible, darling.”

“Yeah, she does,” Zoro agreed, his hand forcing you to look at him while Sanji got started.

Sanji licked long, slow stripes through your folds, and you were already so sensitive after Zoro’s attack.

Sanji found your clit again, and treated it like it was precious, humming against your skin. He couldn’t help but smile when you reacted to his tongue ring, and he started to fall into the feel of you, nothing in his mind except for your sounds, your scent, and the way your clit started pulsing in his mouth.

Sanji started with two fingers, curling expertly until pretty moans left your lips.

Then you were twitching as Zoro’s fingers wrapped around your throat, the delicious sensation of it bringing you so close.

Sanji looked up to the sight, a hint of anger hitting his system.

Zoro chuckled, loosening his grip.

“Couldn’t you tell she liked it? Maybe you don’t know her pussy like-”

“Stop,” you gasped, not wanting to lose the high you were so close to. “Sanji I do like that, and I love what you’re doing. Please keep going, I’m so close.”

Sanji’s eyes rolled back at your beautiful whine, so he brought his mouth to your clit, and added a third finger.

He kept his eyes trained on you as Zoro choked you again. The sight was still hard for Sanji to sit with, but the way your pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise had him groaning.

Zoro loved the way your eyes were fluttering for him, letting his grip loosen, then starting again as you gave him small, hungry moans.

He tried not to think about the other person making you feel good, but kept glancing down at that blonde hair, and the heavy lidded eyes that watched his hand on your throat.

Zoro covered your mouth with his free hand while Sanji pulled an intense orgasm from you, your body spasming with waves of vibrating pleasure.

You fell limp against the table, Zoro’s low laughs and Sanji’s praises washing over you.

“All done,” you breathed out in question, voice rough.

“Fuck no, not even close.”

Zoro gripped your hair, the soft feel of it in his fingers making him want to rip you toward him.

Sanji cleared his throat, kissing your shins as he pulled away, always keeping his hands on your skin.

“Sweetheart, would you prefer to continue here or in a bed-”

“She doesn’t-”

“Bed, please.”

Zoro glanced down at you, your face loose from pleasure and he smiled, loving the way you hummed as you nuzzled against his outstretched fingers.

The glow of you distracted him so much that he didn’t notice that Sanji had moved and stood from the table.

“Why don’t you two head to Y/N’s room, I’ll follow with some goodies and supplies.”

Zoro huffed a laugh, trying not to notice the very clear evidence of Sanji’s desire tenting his dress pants.

“Don’t take too long, cook, or there won’t be anything left for you.”

Sanji ignored the threat as he helped you to your feet, handing you your shorts. He pressed himself against you as he kissed you, deep and slow. The overwhelmed cook almost cried at the moans you let him taste while he rutted his clothed, aching cock along your hip.

Sanji could have died at the whine you let out when Zoro pulled you away from him.

“Alright waiter, there’d better be booze with those goodies.”

Sanji headed to the cupboard with a laugh as Zoro watched you put your clothes back on, steadying you with his warm hands when you wobbled.

“I’ll be right there,” Sanji promised as he added some fruit and another bottle of sake to his platter.

Fuuuck.

Sanji waited for the door to swing closed behind you before grabbing a hand towel, and shutting himself in the pantry.

A soft hiss left his lips as he pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, holding his breath as he started to stroke the feverish skin.

He couldn’t believe he’d held off as long as he did, the sights and sounds of you letting them both taste you was too much.

Sanji remembered your back arching over the table while Zoro laughed, his face gleaming with your pleasure. He gripped the towel, taking no time at all to fill the fabric with hot spurts of come, slumping against the wall.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he caught his breath, cleaning himself up before running to get more of you, anything you would give him.

She’s a fucking goddess.

Zoro was smirking to himself as he led you down the hall, leaning to kiss your temple as you moved on unsure legs.

“Need me to carry you, pretty girl?”

“No,” you scoffed, the blush creeping up your cheeks feeling like a drug for your green haired escort.

“Don’t lie,” he whispered over your ear as you made it to your door.

Zoro watched you shiver as you stepped into your quarters, and he took a deep breath as he followed.

She still wants me.

The shy smile you gave him made his whole body hot. He couldn’t make sense of the way you made him feel. All he could do was act on it, so he pulled you up into a kiss, holding you as your thighs wrapped around his waist.

He kneaded the soft skin of your ass, and your fingers pulling the strands of his hair was sending shockwaves through him. Zoro forgot all the things he’d planned to do to you once that door was closed. He forgot that someone else would be joining, until the soft knock and lilting voice traveled in.

“May I come in, princess?”

“Only if you have booze,” Zoro demanded, leaning in to lick and bite at your neck and chest while you giggled in his arms.

Sanji balanced the tray on one hand to open the door, walking in to see you and Zoro melting into each other. His mind couldn’t help the flash of jealousy, and the worry that Zoro had found you first, that you wouldn’t feel the same for him.

But he shook it off, just grateful to be here with you.

And maybe with this stupid Marimo.

Ignoring that thought, Sanji set down the plate of sake, fruit, condoms, and lube.

“All four food groups,” you giggled as you reached for a grape.

You were so cute that Sanji wanted to squeeze you, resisting the urge to crush you in his arms while Zoro grabbed the sake.

Snagging it from him, you took a long swig before crawling to the center of the bed, pulling your clothes back off.

The boys stood silently, eyes burning into you as your skin flushed.

“Come here,” you spoke softly, reaching your hands out.

More clothes dropped to the floor, and your eyes flicked back and forth between them, gasping when they were fully nude.

“Who goes where?”

Zoro’s voice was low, raspy as he kept his eyes trained on you.

“Oh, I… I don’t want to pick.”

A nervous laugh left your lips, and you scrambled to your bedside table. You found a coin, holding it up.

“How about since you asked, Zoro, I’ll flip this and see if you get heads or tails?”

They both laughed, while Sanji surreptitiously glanced at Zoro, whose long cock bounced with the movement.

Damn, he thought, shaking the shivers away as you tossed the coin in the air.

You caught it, barely, but planted it on your arm before revealing the coin, heads side up.

“Is that alright?”

Zoro crawled onto the bed, answering your question with his lips on yours.

Sanji followed, smoothing his hands along your back, kissing your shoulder blades as he squeezed your hips. He snagged a condom and lube, then waited as you turned for him, melting into a kiss.

“Come on, needy girl,” Zoro teased as he looked your gorgeous body up and down.

Sanji moved behind you, whispering against your shoulder.

“Reach back and tap your thigh if it’s too much, angel.”

“You must not know our girl. It’s never too much, huh, kitten?”

Shivers ran over you as you dropped to your hands and knees, eyes on the bead of precum pooling on Zoro’s tip.

“Just tap if you need to, sweetheart. But I know you can take it. You’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?”

Sanji rubbed the condom and lube down his sensitive shaft, his words coming out darker as he looked at your sweet ass arched up just for him, your body inviting him in.

He looked up at Zoro, the image of him about to shove himself down your throat making his own cock twitch.

“Don’t be too rough with her.”

Zoro finally looked at him again, eyes narrowing as he glanced at Sanji’s cock, the intense girth making him frown slightly.

Sanji held in a smirk as Zoro met his eyes.

“How about you worry about yourself, and enjoy how much her pussy loves it when she chokes on my cock.”

He didn’t see Sanji’s open mouthed reaction to his words because your tongue had reached out, licking the precum, and swirling around his tip.

Zoro threw his head back, moaning softly as you slowly took more of him into your mouth.

Sanji shook with need as he smoothed his hands over your ass before teasing his fingers along your clit.

You were already giving gorgeous moans around Zoro’s cock when Sanji tested you again, three fingers curling inside.

Zoro was losing himself again, your beautiful noises vibrating through him before you’d even taken him fully. He gripped your hair, holding you steady, aching to just shove himself in your warm throat already.

“Quit playing around, this needy girl wanted two cocks in her.”

Sanji huffed a laugh, but brought his tip to rub against your clit, making your body push back against him, begging for more.

With a groan, Sanji held your hips in place, slowly pressing into you, your muffled moans getting more intense, more desperate as your body was stretched for him. The feeling of forcing himself into you filled him with guilt and need at the pain and pleasure you took from his thick cock.

You were whimpering around Zoro by the time Sanji was fully sheathed in you, and he shuddered before slowly pulling out to thrust back in.

“Fuck, angel, your pussy is perfect, sucking me in so well.”

Zoro closed his eyes at Sanji’s praise, feeling his cock pulsing on your tongue. He gripped your hair tighter now, looking down at your face, your eyes already tearing up.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Needy? Open that throat up for me.”

You nodded as well as you could, and Sanji gasped at how hard you squeezed around him when Zoro shoved himself into you.

Sanji wanted to stop him, but your moans and the spasming in your sweet pussy stole his words. All he could do was start thrusting into you harder, every movement turning you into a twitching, desperate mess.

“You’re doing so well, princess, just like you were made for it.”

The feeling of your throat squeezing Zoro’s cock while you whined and cried for him sent his head spinning.

And soon his own rhythm of fucking into your face was aided by Sanji pounding into you, getting more intense with each thrust.

Zoro met Sanji’s blown out eyes over your quivering body, and his mind flashed on the way the blonde had looked when Zoro had taken him in the kitchen. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, and the way his dick throbbed on your tongue as he remembered how Sanji’s throat had felt.

Sanji’s mouth was hanging open, your body, your scent all overwhelming him.

The way Zoro’s muscles tightened as he thrust into you, and the memory of those hands gripping his own hair as the swordsman took what he wanted.

When Zoro met his eyes and moaned, Sanji’s body spasmed, and he reached down to play with your clit, needing to feel you coming again before he let himself fall to pieces.

Zoro clamped his eyes shut, trying to focus on you, and not that blonde cook, but it was too late.

Two faces with red, swollen lips filled his mind, and the thought of them both taking his cock like this sent Zoro groaning, gripping your hair while his hot come poured down your eager throat.

You were already twitching as Sanji’s fingers danced on your clit, and he followed almost immediately as your orgasm tore through you.

He kept pushing through his own, helping you ride yours out while he panted behind you.

Zoro leaned down, stroking your hair and wiping tears from your cheeks. He smirked at your dilated eyes that were almost crossing as you relearned how to breathe.

Sanji pulled away to clean himself up, then brought a towel to your thighs, helping you lay down off your wobbly arms and legs so he could gently clean your skin.

“So Needy, was that too much for you?”

You shook your head, smiling as your body sank into relaxation. Zoro sat at the headboard, and pulled you until your head was in his lap. Sanji laid beside you, tracing fingers along your stomach and hips, your body shivering with pleasure at their touch.

“Mm, can you stay?”

Sanji and Zoro’s eyes met, Zoro quickly looking away as he cleared his throat.

“Who?”

Your eyes cracked open as your skin flushed, looking between them.

“Both. If that’s alright?”

Sanji took a breath, standing and pulling on his briefs before sliding into bed next to you without a word.

Zoro chewed his lip, watching you curl around Sanji's back, humming as you nestled against him.

He grabbed his boxers, and pulled the blanket over your bodies as he curled around you. He didn’t know where to put his arm, as it would curl over Sanji if he wrapped it around you in the middle.

He awkwardly laid it over the blanket, reaching it down along your thigh.

The contented sighs falling from your perfect lips filled Zoro and Sanji with warmth. They were both so grateful to be with you, especially now that you were theirs, their girlfriend, not just something casual.

But there was a new kind of tension now. A push against each other that tinged their past feuds with just a taste of heat.

The cook and the swordsman drank in the warmth and joy of you against their skin, but neither could shake that awareness, that knowledge of just how close they were.

Sanji’s breath was heavy as his body practically hummed in anticipation, and the uncertainty of how Zoro would react.

He thought of tomorrow, and if they’d go back to business as usual, or worse. Or if he even wanted anything to change with the first mate.

He’s such an idiot, Sanji thought, still feeling the inches of distance between Zoro’s fingers and his thigh.

Zoro plunged his face into your hair, hoping to drown in you. But no matter how much he flooded his mind with images of you, that stupid blonde’s face kept popping in, and he could practically feel how close they were to accidentally touching, like the pressure of magnets pushing apart.

I’ve got Needy. I don’t want anything else.

He repeated that thought like a mantra as his hand itched to stretch out. He finally rolled away from you, laying on his back as you slept, soft breaths lifting your chest as you stayed snug against Sanji’s back.

Grumbling at himself, Zoro turned away, pressing his back against yours, caging you between them as he fought his racing thoughts.

Sanji tilted, lifting his head to check on the movement. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Zoro turning away, closing himself off.

His own words poured through his mind, and he bit his lip at the thought that Zoro might keep saying no to the possibility of being loved. He settled back against you, his eyes drifting closed as sleep fell on this group of lovers.

Dumbass Marimo.

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princesssukuna · 1 month ago

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Day six - Playboy (f/m/m)

CW: Threesome, throat fucking, slight exhibitionism & sadism (if you squint), spanking, hair pulling (A LOT), degrading.

The music of the club making your ears ring, the dancing making you sweat, the soft lips on yours making you thirsty for more, and the thigh you’re grinding on is making you wet.

It was halloween night and you decided to go out to dance in the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Your very short black dress and black bunny ears costume helped you get in without needing to wait. Matter of fact, everything was falling into place for you.

Grinding on the man’s thigh in the middle of the dance floor as his tongue was exploring your mouth was something you never thought of doing, especially in public. Something about the white hair man in a suit had you riled up.

“I leave the both of you alone for a minute and you start getting handsy with one another?” Another set of hands laid on your thighs and you break the kiss to look behind you. His long black hair friend came back, looking down at you with a smirk. You grab his neck, pulling him towards you and he starts to make out with you, as you continue to ride his other friend's thigh. Geto’s arms moved up your breasts, starting to massage them through your dress.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more private. We want you just for ourselves.” Gojo bit into your neck, making you whine into Geto’s mouth.

Gojo grabbed your hand and led you away from the dance floor as Geto stayed closed behind you. Grabbing on to your ass and starting to tease you.

The three of you walked into a private room. The music was muffled, the lights were low, but you were still able to tell that there was a long couch against the wall.

“Now, I’m going to need you to clean up the mess you made on me. You are our little bunny, aren’t you?” You look down to the wet spot you were just grinding on and it reminds you how wet and needy you still are. The morals in you disappear the second you step into the room. There was no turning back.

“Yes.” you nodded as you got down to your knees and started to lick off your juice from his pants. You hear the belt buckles of the men and a hand led one of your hands to Geto’s hard dick while another hand led your head onto Gojo’s dick.

“Suck him off good.” Geto demanded. His hands were on your head helping you bob your head up and down. While your hand was jerking him off. You were starting to choke as tears were forming and going down your beautiful face.

“Such a pretty mouth. F-fuck.” Gojo grunted. You can feel his hips starting to move faster, catching you off guard to the point you let go of Geto and your hands were on Gojo’s thighs.

You felt a thug on your hair, gasping for air as you got pulled away from Gojo’s dick.

“You dare to forget about me?” Geto’s mischievous tone sent a shiver down your spine. Your face was getting fully fucked by Gojo, that had your face red, wet, and sticking out your tongue.

“N-no.” You shook your head, as your chest kept raising up and down. He chuckled as he grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it down, exposing your beautiful breast and your needy red nipples.

Geto sat down on the couch, pulling you down to your knees. He grabbed your boobs and put his hard dick between them. Sliding it up to your mouth.

“Suck”

You immediately wrapped your mouth on the tip of his dick as he started to fuck your breast and your mouth at the same time.

Geto moans as he tilts his head back from the pleasure he was receiving from you. Beautiful breast and Gojo was right, a pretty, pretty mouth to fuck.

Your hand was once again led to another dick, but this time it was Gojo’s. Sucking off Geto and jerking off Gojo was starting to get you wetter to the point your juices were starting to drip down between your legs.

Geto gripped on to your hair and thrusted himself deep into your throat and painted it white. You gulped it down as you heard the black hair man grunt as he was coming down from his high.

“My turn!” Gojo dangerously chuckles, grabbing you by the top of your hair and pulling your face out of Geto and replacing it with his.

With barely any air getting into your lungs, you start to suck off Gojo on the couch. You couldn’t figure out who was bigger, but you knew your jaw was getting sore. Your tongue starts to swirl around his big thick members and continue to bob your head up and down.

“Let’s see what else she could do.” Geto lifts your legs up and sets them on the couch as you continue to suck Gojo on the couch. Having you on all fours. He lifts your dress up and slaps your bare ass as he notices how drench your thong was.

“Oh my. You have been patiently waiting for us have you? I guess I’ll give you a reward.” You squirm as you felt his fingers teasing between your folds, you felt you could just release right there and then on how sensitive you were.

“Mph!~” You choked on Gojo’s dick as you felt Geto’s dick slammed into your wet core. Geto grinned his teeth, feeling how hot and tight you were around his dick. Trying to control himself to not cum.

Gojo brushes your hair back to see your teary eyes. His blue eyes give off a spark that sends a sensation to your throbbing full cunt.

“Be a good girl and handle us both.” He gives you a big mischievous grind.

“Mhm.” You nod with his dick still in your mouth as he starts to bob your head up and down, and Geto starts to thrust in you from behind.

Your holes were filled with two thick and juicy dicks. You were on top of the world, the lewd noises echoing through the room. Geto’s body slamming into you as you slurp on Gojo’s dick. Saliva coming down the corner of your lips, making a mess on Gojo.

“F-fuck I don’t know what’s better. Her pretty mouth or her needy pussy.” Geto grunts as he continues to thrust into you. Hitting your sensitive spot inside, closing your walls around him.

With one more deep thrust you moan into Gojo’s dick and roll your eyes back, feeling euphoric.

“Sheesh, you really fuck her dumb.” Gojo chuckled as he held onto your face. Your body was limp from the orgasm you just released, but that was not stopping the men from chasing theirs.

Geto held on to your hips high as Gojo held your face and thrusted into your mouth.

“Make sure she swallows you too.” Geto places his hand on the top of your head and pushes you down on Gojo dick. He releases in your mouth as you struggle to swallow him.

Geto pulls out from you and paints your beautiful ass covered in red hand marks white with his cum. Gojo pulls your head up and you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallow his seed.

“Good girl. Taking both of us the same.” He taps your cheek as he removes himself, leaving you laying down on the couch.

“I wonder if she can take more than two. Let’s invite the rest of the crew next time. Shall we?”

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nerdgasmgate · 1 year ago

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The Waxing of a Red Moon: Pt 2

The party gave their final goodbyes to the patrons of The Last Light Inn with the promise that they’d all see each other again. The only one to join them on their journey to Baldur’s Gate was Jaheira, the fabled Druid. She had become a valued ally and friend in the short time they’d spent together.

That would make three druids among the Red Moon ranks. It was this fact that made Astarion comment “Doesn’t this make us more of a barn than a band?” The remark earned him a sharp glance from Halsin and Rhaenyra, while Jaheira offered a strike to the vampire’s arm. Though it had gained some laughter from everyone.

The road to Baldur’s Gate was a long one. And even after deciding on a route, they chose to go with the safer option versus the fastest. This would bring them back to the mountains. And even with winter fast approaching, the Absolute was moving with an entire army, which would at least work in their favor time wise.

Lae’zel had received word that there was a Githyanki Créche nestled in the mountains and she eagerly wished to go. First and foremost to rid herself of the tadpole still burrowed in her mind and second, to offer her service to Queen Vlaakith once cured. Though many of the others weren’t fond of the idea, they agreed to make the stop.

After a full day's travel, they came to rest and camp at the foothills of the mountain. Once hunger had been sated, half the group decided to play Old Fool. A ridiculous card game that often ended in bar brawls or excessive drunkenness. It consisted of bets and wagers, full houses and taking shots of ale if you lost a hand.

Wyll and Karlach had somehow roped Lae’zel into learning how to play. The gith had never even heard of Old Fool, though Karlach bet she’d never even heard of games before. Jaheira joined after the first hand, while Gale and Shadowheart watched the chaotic mess unfolding before them.

“Tsk’va!” Lae-zel hissed, tossing her hand down. “Truly a fool’s game indeed. Surely you cheat or deceive!” she accused, eyes falling to Wyll.

In a surrendering fashion, Wyll quickly waved his hands, swearing that he wasn’t cheating. Laughter erupted from the card table and another round was poured.

Off to the side, Rhaenyra sat with Scratch, tossing his favorite leather ball while listening to the joyous laughter of her companions. She couldn’t help but giggle at each gith curse she heard. At the farthest edges of camp, Astarion and Halsin were settling into the night's first watch. The roar of their games now distant and fading.

Usually the first watch was done by Halsin and Gale. But the wizard had begged Astarion to switch with him, eager to watch the teachings of Old Fool to Lae’zel. With a roll of his eyes and a promise of food, Astarion reluctantly agreed.

After Halsin finished his initial sweep of the edges of camp, he came to rest not far from Astarion. The vampire was busy fiddling with one of his daggers, tossing and rolling it over his fingers as though it were as light as a feather.

“All quiet.” Halsin announced.

“Well, maybe the woods are, but not the pack of gnolls we left back at camp.” Astarion quipped.

The druid chuckled in response. “We’ll soon face greater threats in the nights to come, but surely you’re not jealous you’re missing out on a game of Old Fool?”

Astarion shook his head. “I’ve played enough Old Fool to last me several more lifetimes. Besides, it's refreshing to hear Wyll being accused of cheating instead of me.” the dagger flipped around his knuckles.

“You? Cheating?” Halsin retorted. “Never.”

“Well, at least I’m not afraid to play the game.” Astarion replied with a toothy grin.

“I’ve played my fair share of fools games.”

“That's not the game I speak of, druid.”

Halsin turned to face Astarion, his brow raising in question. “Of what game do you speak?”

“Oh dear boy, I see the way you look at her. I see the hunger you try so hard to hide.” Astarion rolled his head to the side, meeting Halsin’s questioning gaze.

The sudden switch in their conversation caused Halsin to shift uncomfortably. He swallowed before he spoke, “Astarion, I-”

“No, no. Don’t apologize to me, darling. Apologize to her.” with a hand, he shooed away any words Halsin offered. “I’m sure she can smell whatever mountain man pheromones you’re giving off and by the gods Halsin, you’re going to drive her mad.” Halsin tore his eyes away from Astarion, sensing the heat that was rising in his face. The gesture made the vampire laugh. “That is the game I speak of.”

The crunch of leaves caused both men to snap their attention to the side. Approaching from camp was Rhaenyra. She walked armorless and barefoot, wearing only a loose, black chemise. The silence between the three made Rhaenyra question what she’d just walked in on.

“Uhm, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you both. I just wanted to check on you.”

Astarion smiled up at her. “My sweet, always thinking of others.” he paused briefly, “We were just discussing our favorite games.”

Rhaenyra looked from Astarion to Halsin, her brows furrowing once she realized the druid appeared unsettled, or nervous perhaps? Though the shadows of the night obscured him slightly, making it difficult to tell. “Oh, what's your favorite game, Halsin?” Rhaenyra asked.

Halsin was struggling to find his voice, and just as he cleared his throat to answer, Astarion did it for him. “Why it's a good ol’ fashioned game of chase.”

Rhaenyra innocently smiled at the answer. “I remember playing chase quite often as a pup. Though I doubt you could catch me now.” she teased, shooting Halsin a quick wink.

The wink was followed by a sudden roar of laughter from Astarion. “No my sweet, I don’t think he could.”

“Play nice,” she chastised. “Not all of us are entertained by silk fabrics or lavish parties, Astarion.” Rhaenyra then knelt down between them and after shooting Astarion a chide glance, she turned her eyes to Halsin. “Chase is a fine game.” she smiled.

From such close proximity, Halsin could see the delicate spots of freckles upon her cheeks, a delicate dance of spots illuminated by the moon. “Yes,” he finally spoke, clearing his throat again. “Yes it is.”

“Well,” Rhaenyra rose back up. “You two seemed deep in conversation, I shouldn’t distract you further.” reaching out, she mets Astarion’s hand halfway, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking a final look to Halsin. “May the Wolf Mother watch over you both.” and with a swift turn on her heels and smirk upon her face, she headed back towards camp.

Once Rhaenyra was out of earshot, the love in Astarions eyes faded. Now reflective, ruby pools stared back at Halsin.

“Should any harm befall her, whether heart or hair, know that I will slit you belly to throat.” Something akin to a growl slipped from Halsin, whether by reflex or otherwise, it was the first time Astarion saw the man break in composure. Good, he thought. Perhaps he’s not too soft after all.

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mochipicchu776 · 5 months ago

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Byleth × Dimitri + Sylvain shenanigans 👇

With fantastic 🌶🌶🌶 art by @yanyan46e20

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anto-pops · 2 years ago

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Mallowsweet Muses PART 2 - Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Female! Reader

Summary: Ominis knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he was acting like a petulant child and taking out his frustrations on Sebastian purely because he was an easy target. But Merlin– his trousers were tight. There had been one goal in his mind when he came down here, and now that he’d been interrupted, his composure was slipping. He was being intentionally cruel on the off chance Sebastian would let him leave as a result.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content, F/M/M, polyamory themes

Full fic can be found here on Ao3! Part 1 of Mallowsweet Muses can be read here on Tumblr. Part 3 now complete!

Ominis was ready to throw himself in the lake and let the Kraken have away with him.

It had been an entire week since his unintentional bout of eavesdropping in the vivarium. One week since he had listened to you give sloppy head to Sebastian and heard the depraved comments he whispered in your ear, before he had shamelessly fucked you over the table. All with him laying not five feet away. His mind hadn’t stopped reeling from it since, and maintaining his aloof facade had proven to be more difficult than he’d originally thought.

Hell, he’d been so preoccupied with controlling his raging boner after the fact that he’d barely been able to pretend to be pissed about his Herbology notes.

Since then, he’d spent an increasing amount of time separated from the two of you. Not because he was mad– far from it, in fact– but because he was confused beyond belief at his own reaction to the whole thing.

He liked it. All of it; your muffled moaning against Sebastian’s hand, and the wet sound of him pumping into you. The almost silent scrape of the wooden table against the floor had made Sebastian’s slow and steady pace easy to keep track of, and the man’s own lust-filled groans had lit a fire in Ominis’ gut that had yet to lessen, much less disappear.

Sighing in frustration, he let go of his magical hold on his dictation quill, the feather falling to the table silently. His head tipped forward to slam down on his notebook, the dull thud echoing through the sparsely populated library around him. Ominis had managed to find a cozier corner on the second level, far from the activity that overtook the main floor, and he had been here for the better part of two hours trying to distract himself before his mind had started to wander.

Right back to you and Sebastian. His cock twitched in his pants then, demanding attention.

He groaned, “Damn it.”

Common decency overpowered his baser urges, and with a hurried flick of his wand Ominis charmed away his books and quill, stuffing his hand down his tight trousers to quickly readjust himself into a somewhat more comfortable position before he was peeling out of the library. The dorms were out of the question– too many students were likely holed up there for the weekend, and the possibility of running into Sebastian was too great. Silently praying that the two of you had gone on a date somewhere far away, he made his way to the Undercroft.

As the iron gate rose, Ominis went rigid like a deer, already about to flee as the sound of Sebastian’s voice mid-conversation registered from somewhere inside.

“I’m not sure, but he wasn’t in the dorms this morning. Imelda pretty much confirmed he was in the Great Hall early though.”

“So he’s avoiding us–” you said, before the screaming gears of the gate cut you off, drawing your attention to the entryway. Ominis could only assume as much, considering it had suddenly gone deathly silent.

You barely had time to catch a glimpse of the red glow from Ominis’ wand before he was pivoting on his heel and making a break for the exit. “Ominis, wait!”

Sebastian shot up instantly as he followed your gaze, watching with a mixture of anger and confusion as his best friend fled down the hall as quick as his legs would carry him. All week he had been trying to figure out what the hell could have caused Ominis to draw so far into himself– to the point where he would be actively avoiding his two closest companions– only to come up empty handed, everytime. The man’s ability to maintain a straight face was impressive most days, but Sebastian had grown tired of it after the third night in a row of being blown off by Ominis to ‘study’.

Who the fuck studied at midnight? Not Ominis Gaunt, that’s for damn sure. He was indisputably intelligent, but he never cut his sleep short to slave over books. Sebastian knew him too well to believe any of his half-assed excuses.

“Accio!” Sebastian expertly cast the spell as Ominis turned to escape up the stairs. It caught the material of his robe and summoned him backwards down the hall, indignant shouts and curses flying off his lips as he was unceremoniously dragged across the stone floor before coming to stop in front of you.

“Are you out of your mind, Sebastian?! What the hell is wrong with you?” Ominis shot to his feet with a piercing scowl, hurriedly adjusting his robes and smoothing out the material of his trousers.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened with obvious anger, his fist clenching around his wand as he gestured wildly. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Hiding from us all week and then sprinting to get away just now? Start talking.”

“It’s none of your concern. How dare you presume to yank me around like some common dog– not everyone likes being at your beck and call all the time, you know.”

The brunette recoiled like he’d been slapped, but all you could do was watch with wide-eyed shock as the two men’s bickering devolved into a full blown argument.

“What the fuck are you even talking about? Where is this coming from, Ominis? What did I do to piss you off so bad? Things were fine a week ago then out of nowhere you’re acting all uptight and avoiding us like the plague.”

“I wasn’t pissed until about ten seconds ago, you pompous ass! And who says I need to spend every waking moment with you? I’m allowed to have time for myself. Get off your high horse, and if you ever do something like that to me again, I’ll transfigure you into a roach and step on you.”

Ominis knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he was acting like a petulant child and taking out his frustrations on Sebastian purely because he was an easy target. But Merlin– his trousers were tight. There had been one goal in his mind when he came down here, and now that he’d been interrupted, his composure was slipping. He was being intentionally cruel on the off chance Sebastian would let him leave as a result.

“Every waking moment? What the hell, Ominis– if this is some last ditch attempt at graduating friendless, you’re going to have to do better than that– you’re not leaving until you come clean about whatever fucking resentments you’ve clearly got bottled up.”

“I said it’s none of your business. Now if you’re finished using me for target practice, I’ll be going–”

“Did I do something?” Your timid voice from somewhere to his left was like a punch to the gut, making him halt his movements. “If I did, I’m sorry. I know we’ve all been stressed because of our O.W.L.s, but if I said something last week or did something to offend you, I really am sorry, Ominis.”

Dammit. This was the worst case scenario for more reasons than one. Sebastian being pissed with him was one thing, but having you believe he was upset because of you, was unacceptable. The angel on his shoulder was smacking him for being so immature and cursing him for putting that watery tone in your voice.

You and Sebastian watched dumbfounded as Ominis threw his hands into his hair and raked the neat strands into an unkempt mess. Suffice it to say, you’d never seen him so frazzled; Ominis was normally the picture of groomed elegance on every day ending in ‘Y’, and as your eyes roamed over his disheveled form, you took in his flushed cheeks and the shaky rise and fall of his chest. When he pushed his hair back from his face, the action caused his robe to fall open further, and you couldn’t help but notice the painfully obvious bulge in his trousers.

Oh, wow.

Ominis hissed through clenched teeth, “Sweet fucking Merlin– I’m not angry with you– either of you. I’m just confused about something right now and it isn’t anything I want to bring you two into, so please, just drop it and let me leave.”

Sebastian looked exasperated. “Confused about what? Since when are we keeping secrets from one another? I thought we were past that, let us help you, Ominis.”

You started to interject, “Sebastian–”

“You can’t help me with this! For fuck’s sake— I heard you last week, alright?!”

The declaration bounced off the walls of the Undercroft, silencing you and Sebastian both as a brilliant red hue swept across Ominis’ otherwise pale cheeks. Sebastian’s mouth fell open, and you found your own cheeks warming aggressively as you cast a panicked look at him.

Sebastian’s genuine shock lasted for all of two seconds before he was schooling his expression into something less petrified, and you followed the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “You… heard us? In the vivarium?”

Ominis exhaled roughly, awkwardly shifting his weight between his feet in a combined attempt to calm the fuck down and to alleviate the mounting pressure between his legs. “Yes.”

“And you’re confused about what part of that, exactly?”

His crude remark pulled an affronted gasp from your throat, but before you could tell him to keep his mouth shut and at least try to be understanding, Ominis was replying evenly, “I’m confused as to why I liked it.”

Maybe you had imagined it, but you could have sworn the sound Sebastian made at the back of his throat was one of interest. When you looked over to him, you found his gaze trained on the tenting fabric of Ominis’ trousers, a curious glint reflecting in his eyes. Part of your mind was still reeling from embarrassment at the entire situation, but another far more shameless part of you was enthralled by your boyfriend’s reaction to his best friend’s confession.

Frankly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little intrigued by Ominis’ words too.

“What about it did you like?” Sebastian asked, his voice noticeably rougher than before, and you and Ominis both had physical reactions to it. While you seemed to melt at the sound, instantly enticed by whatever dirty thoughts raced through his head, Ominis tensed, visibly mulling over whether answering was worthwhile.

“Sebastian,” you injected yourself into the moment, drawing his attention back to you. The smoldering expression on his face was promising, but for Ominis’ sake, you tried to give the kind-hearted Slytherin an out. “Don’t make him any more uncomfortable than he already is.”

“I– it’s fine,” Ominis muttered, angling his head in the direction of your voice. “Does it make you uncomfortable? That I overheard the two of you?”

Did it? While the initial embarrassment was impossible to deny, there was a very big, very brazen part of you that liked the idea of having an audience. After all, hadn’t you and Sebastian both teased one another with the threat of Ominis catching you? That day in the vivarium certainly hadn’t been the first time. Suddenly your mind was flooded with fantasies of Sebastian’s hands gripping your hips, digging into the skin there to pull you back on his cock with brutal precision, before pistoning you forward to swallow around Ominis’ equally hard member.

Oh, Merlin.

Sebastian seemed to lean in closer in anticipation of your response. Heat rose to your cheeks as your gaze flickered down to the ground in an attempt to hide the growing interest on your face. “No. I don’t mind that you listened.”

“Nor do I,” Sebastian added, and when your wide-eyed stare landed back on him, there was pure mischief etched into his expression. “I kind of wish you’d said something back then, to be completely honest with you.”

Ominis reeled back a step, his blush amplifying tenfold as his grip on his wand blanched his knuckles white. “Whatever you’re playing at, stop it. I feel bad enough that I let myself behave so boorishly without your jesting. I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you both, I’ll get over it, but now you know, so please excuse me–”

“What did you like about it?” you echoed Sebastian’s earlier question, your own curiosity driven by the lust-fueled fantasies that whipped through your mind, and Ominis’ mouth hung open in silent shock. “Please, tell me. I want to know.”

“What’s the matter with you two? I’ve been ripping my hair out all week while fighting the worst urges of my life because I feel too ashamed to jerk off to the memory of what I heard– and now that you both know, you want feedback?”

“You shouldn’t feel ashamed, Ominis. If anything, we’re the ones who should be apologizing,” Sebastian threw out, his tone genuine. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression I’d be angry with you over something like this. You’re my best friend– I trust you more than anyone– and if it had to be someone in this blasted school that had to hear us, I’m glad it was you.”

“Let us make it up to you,” your sultry voice came from directly in front of him this time, and Ominis’ breath caught somewhere in his throat. Nothing about the way you were speaking implied that ‘making it up to him’ wouldn’t involve his cock. For the first time since entering the Undercroft, Ominis let his hand drift south to his achingly hard member, squeezing it softly through his trousers.

Merlin’s beard– was he actually considering this? Interestingly enough, Sebastian had yet to voice his displeasure at the thought of his girlfriend handling another man’s cock– and Ominis decided that had to be the strangest thing about this whole thing. Where was the possessive, alpha-male persona Sebastian so frequently displayed when other men approached you? He was the last person Ominis imagined to be okay with sharing, so to speak.

“Why are you doing this?” It was a vague question, but one he needed to voice all the same. He needed to know this wasn’t some sick, convoluted game the two of you were conspiring to play at his expense.

“You’re clearly in a predicament, and if you really did listen for as long as you say you did, you already know she can help with that.” Sebastian purred the statement, the low growl in his voice causing the slick to build between your legs, and even Ominis couldn’t suppress his shaky exhale.

“How are you so okay with this? I can’t– I don’t want to make things awkward– I can just as easily take care of this myself.”

Your hands came to rest just above Ominis’ sternum, and he jumped at the sudden contact, his heart thrumming wildly beneath your palms. His lips parted around a small gasp as you wandered lower to the waistband of his trousers, nimble fingers dancing between the fabric and his smooth skin. “Do you really think we haven’t thought about including you before? Where do you think the dirty fantasies of you catching us came from?”

Ominis’ mind went blank for a split second when the tip of your finger gently brushed across the head of his cock through his undergarments. He hissed, “You’re telling me you’ve wanted me to walk in on you before?”

It was Sebastian who spoke next, his voice heavily laden with arousal as he watched his best friend fall apart at your touch. “Hell yeah, we’ve wanted you to join in too. Trust me Ominis, we’re more than okay with bringing you into the mix. I’ve kinda been dreaming about it for a while now.”

It was a rare treat, getting to see this side of Ominis. Sebastian could recall walking in on him jerking off once when they were younger while spending their summer in Feldcroft. The blonde boy had been spread wide on his bed, hair mused and face bright red, with one hand furiously jacking his impressively long and uncut cock while the other cradled his tight balls. The memory had stayed with Sebastian all these years, and he sincerely hoped Ominis was still as vocal now as he had been then, because his broken moans from that day had continued to haunt Sebastian with enough sleepless nights to last a lifetime.

Rational thinking failed to triumph as Ominis let himself relax into your touch, his shoulders dropping slightly when your palm came to lay flat against his cock. Your fingers pressed lightly, ghosting over the throbbing head and drawing a needy sigh from him. Sebastian moved quickly so that he was behind Ominis and wrapped his arms around the man’s slender waist, tugging him securely against his chest before his hands started to explore.

Ominis gasped at the sudden feeling, but Sebastian’s firm hold prevented him from arching away, and even if he could, you were still leaning against his front, working him into a frenzy with featherlight touches that threatened to make him combust. He was sandwiched between the two of you, effectively at the mercy of his two closest companions.

“A-Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Sebastian murmured into the crook of Ominis’ neck, and you gave the blonde’s cock one more affectionate squeeze before you were sinking to your knees in front of him in silent confirmation. “So tell us then; what did you like most about what you heard last week?”

It was impossible for Ominis to decide on one thing in particular when he felt your fingers move to unfasten the button on his waistband. The scrape of your nails over his hip bones was positively tantalizing as you swiftly tugged his trousers down to his knees. Sebastian’s broad hands slid under his shirt, trailing along Ominis’ bare torso as he gripped at whatever skin he could. When he grazed his thumb over one of Ominis’ nipples, the taller man’s breath hitched, and you watched in awe as his cock twitched against the cotton prison of his briefs.

“Fuck– I don’t know, I liked all of it,” he fought back a whine as your hands abandoned his swollen cock to slide up the sensitive skin at the back of his legs, dragging your nails softly as you went. The muscles in his stomach tensed, and he shuddered, “I liked the sounds.”

“What did it sound like?” Sebastian whispered, and when you peered up to steal a glance at him, you were pleased to find him watching you with hooded eyes over Ominis’ shoulder. The look was primal and hungry, and so at odds with the bewildered expression that Ominis bore.

Those milky blue irises pinched shut as Ominis willed himself to maintain his composure, his eagerness to have your mouth around him revealing itself in the form of his shallow panting. “It sounded wet, and sloppy. I liked listening to her choke around you, it was–”

He was cut off by a guttural moan when your hands finally returned to his front, your fingers catching in the elastic of his briefs before you were sliding the attire away oh-so-slowly.

When Ominis’ cock sprung free, he sighed with relief at the same time you licked your lips, and Sebastian was already committing the entire scene to memory because fuck– this was hot. His best friend was leaning against him while his girlfriend prepared to stuff her beautiful mouth with his equally stunning cock, and all the while, Sebastian’s own erection was standing at attention between the shapely curve of Ominis’ ass.

He really hoped he wouldn’t cum in his pants before getting a chance to see everything play out.

“Is that what you want?” You asked Ominis from your kneeled position before him. When you took his shaft in your hands to give him a testing pump, he bucked his hips eagerly to meet your touch, and a wicked smile broke out across your face that nearly brought Sebastian to his own knees.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I want that. I want all of it– your mouth and Sebastian’s hands– whatever you’ll give me, please.”

Sebastian couldn’t fight the desperate roll of hips as he ground his now solid cock against Ominis at the request, and the bold movement had the man arching his back to press harder against Sebastian while simultaneously angling his hips to grant you easier access to his leaking member. You obliged, convinced that he had waited for this long enough, and wrapped your lips around the head to give him a toe curling suck.

Ominis’ head fell back against Sebastian’s shoulder with a broken cry, his knees already trembling on either side of you— and it was a good thing Sebastian was holding him upright because you were positive he would have collapsed otherwise. Spurred on by his heady gasps, you pushed forward more, hollowing your cheeks around Ominis’ impressive length before you pressed your tongue against the sensitive underside of the head.

“Fuck– damn, that’s perfect–” he moaned his praises into empty air, the hair on his arms standing on end when he felt Sebastian crane his neck to place wet, teasing kisses along the curve of his jaw. He sucked and bit at the skin there, the sensation bringing Ominis to new heights at the same time you began bobbing your head on his cock in a steady rhythm.

There was nothing in this world that could have prepared Ominis for any of this. To go from sulking around the castle for days, to suddenly being wrapped in Sebastian’s arms with him sucking bruises into the column of his neck; all the while, you were holding your mouth fast to his cock, drawing wanton moans and breathless gasps from his lips with each stroke of your skillful tongue. It was like his wildest fantasies come to life– and for once, he refused to give a shit about the repercussions.

With a low moan, Ominis surrendered to the feelings overtaking his limp form, allowing his fingers to slide into your hair before fisting against your scalp to pull you harder onto his shaft. You were prepared for him, suppressing a gag as you allowed Ominis to stuff more of himself in your mouth, and you hummed around his pulsing cock as you brought your hands up to stroke what you couldn’t fit.

You began to suck him off like that, watching intently through your lashes as Ominis writhed under your attention and arched against Sebastian, his stomach tightening and tensing in time with each steady dip of your head. The hand he didn’t have fisted in your hair was gripping at Sebastian’s forearm for support as his hips rolled brainlessly into the even tempo of your mouth. Maybe you were crazy for thinking so, but Ominis looked rather pretty as he fell apart. He was noisy, too, gasping soft praises and breathless moans whenever the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat, and his fingers tightened in your hair at the feeling.

“You two look so fucking good right now, you have no idea.” Sebastian had paused his ministrations against Ominis’ positively wrecked neck to watch you hungrily through his hooded eyes. Your idea then was easier said than done, but you did your best to weasel one of your hands behind the curve of Ominis’ ass to grab at Sebastian’s own neglected member. Your efforts were rewarded with an unsteady groan from the freckled man, and you grinned around Ominis’ cock as Sebastian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as you began pressing and stroking him through his trousers.

With Ominis in the way and the added difficulty of the angle, you didn’t think you were doing much to help Sebastian with his predicament. But from his perspective your eagerness to please, coupled with the rushed manner you palmed at his cock through his trousers, was more than enough to make his head spin with arousal. His hips jerked against Ominis’ backside, causing the slender man to jolt forward, and the force of Sebastian’s thrust in turn pushed Ominis further down your throat.

“Mmph–” your eyes squeezed shut, a few tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes at the intrusion, but by some miracle you didn’t choke. Instead you relaxed your throat more so you could accommodate as much of Ominis as possible, and when your nose nearly nestled against the collection of sparse hair below his navel, you heard a long string of profanities fall from the blonde man’s soft lips.

“Fuck, she’s taking you so well, Ominis– she’s drooling all over your cock, it looks fucking incredible–”

Sebastian was rutting shamelessly against Ominis, taking full advantage of your hand and the smooth expanse of his friend’s ass to chase his own pleasure. It was quite possibly the raunchiest thing you’d ever seen; both of your companions desperately crumbling above you as you worked to please them in any way you could. Your jaw started to ache around Ominis’ cock and you slowed your pace slightly, but not before your clever tongue was quickly picking up its movements to compensate.

At the same time you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed around Ominis, his fingers tightened painfully in your hair as his hips bucked against your chin. “Fuck, wait, p-pull– pull back–”

You would do no such thing.

Your hands abandoned Sebastian’s cock to grip the backs of Ominis’ thighs again, holding him firm against your parted lips as your tongue cunningly flattened along the underside of his shaft before curling along the base. The filthy, wet sounds coming from your mouth intermingled with Ominis’ shaky breaths in the air around him, and Sebastian dropped one of his arms to shamelessly stuff his hand down his pants to pick up where you had left off. It was an awkward position to get off in, but Merlin– he was desperate for some reprieve.

Sebastian tugged Ominis closer to him, boldly rutting against the other man’s body while his fist furiously assaulted the pre-cum soaked head, keening moans spilling from his freckled lips as he brought himself closer to his release. Ominis shook against Sebastian as you hummed around his cock, the vibrations finally sending him clean over the edge with a hoarse, drawn out cry of your name, and he was frantically holding you to him as he shot thick ropes of cum down your throat.

It was almost greedy, the way you drank down everything he gave you. Ominis was boneless in Sebastian’s arms as you continued to work your tongue over him, milking him dry before you were pulling off his softening cock with a sinful lick of your lips. The sight of your glazed over eyes combined with Ominis’ trembling weight pressed against him was more than enough, and Sebastian dug his teeth into the alabaster skin of his friend’s shoulder as he came all over his hand

“Fuck,” Ominis rasped as he felt Sebastian buck against him, looking like the epitome of a wet dream.

His usually neat hair was beyond mused, falling into his sweat-slick face as his head hung between his shoulders. Sebastian’s arm moved with the rapid rise and fall of Ominis’ chest, and the sight of your boyfriend shaking with pleasure while wrapped around Ominis’ lithe form had you tilting your head to the side to gauge his condition.

Safe to say, Sebastian looked seconds away from dropping to the ground with Ominis in his ironclad grip. The poor man was barely holding it together– his face was flushed, bottom lip red and swollen from him incessantly working it between his teeth, and although Ominis concealed the majority of his lower half, you knew Sebastian had to be riding out the prolonged high of his own orgasm– all from watching you suck off his best friend from over his shoulder. He caught you staring a second later, narrowing his eyes when he spied the smug look on your face. “Find something funny down there?”

Your hands were lazily stroking Ominis’ bare thighs, pulling a contented sigh from the blonde as you grinned diabolically at Sebastian. “Just enjoying the view. You look… pleased.”

“That’s a word for it,” Sebastian mused, gingerly lowering himself and Ominis to the ground, and once the safety of the stone floor was beneath his knees, his arms slid away from the slender man. Ominis sagged limply against Sebastian with an airy groan, his chest still heaving as he willed his brain to start functioning again. “Damn, I think you killed him, darling.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, feeling mighty proud of yourself, all things considered. Your voice was still a little rough as you asked, “You alright, Ominis?”

He slurred the first half of his sentence, but the second bit sounded a little like, “–fuckin superb,” which earned a laugh from both you and Sebastian. Then, Ominis was fidgeting slightly, effectively grinding his ass against Sebastian’s sensitive length still pressed against him, and the brunette hissed through clenched teeth.

“I already made a mess of these trousers, Gaunt. Proceed with caution.”

It was a real treat getting to watch Ominis’ fucked out expression sober up instantaneously following Sebastian’s statement. His blue eyes widened comically, and his hips slowly twitched back to feel the blatant wet patch between the brunette’s legs.

“D-Damn– that’s– I’m sorry,” Ominis fumbled for words as he attempted to sit forward, but Sebastian was having none of it, and quickly wound his strong arms across Ominis’ waist to keep him in place.

Sebastian pressed a hot, tender kiss to Ominis’ pulse, stilling the blonde’s attempts at escaping as you closed the space between you and the boys. You cupped your hands under the sharp curve of Ominis’ jaw to angle his parted lips to yours, and before he could register what was happening, you were there, banishing any lingering tension from his body with your lips. It was soft and delicate, yet demanding and urgent, all at once. Ominis sighed against your mouth and let his slender fingers come to wind in your hair once again, tugging you against him quickly, and he felt Sebastian reach around his shoulder to put his hands on you as well.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured in between heated kisses before pulling away entirely to stare down at him. “It’s a pleasure having you with us, Ominis… we should do this again.”

Sebastian shot you a look of agreement over Ominis’ love-bitten shoulder, and his eyes darkened as he groaned softly from beneath you. “Can ‘again’ be right now?”

Your brows shot up into your hairline, “Are you even capable of that right now?”

Ominis roused further from his post-coital state at Sebastian’s suggestion and pushed himself upright. “Do you not want to?”

“Merlin’s beard, of course I want to. Trust me– I have a few ideas on the subject, believe it or not. I’m just making sure he isn’t spouting false promises–”

“False promises?” Sebastian chimed in indignantly from behind Ominis, and the glint that reflected in his eyes was one that guaranteed trouble. “I can promise you this, darling. You haven’t come yet, and after all that hard work, I’m sure Ominis would be thrilled to assist me in getting you off. Wouldn’t you, Ominis?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he murmured, voice husky. “I’d love nothing more than to return the favor– you won’t end up waiting a week for it, either.”

A laugh burst from you at the same time Ominis was tugging you back towards his lips, delving his tongue into your mouth to taste more of you, and Sebastian made a keening sound deep in his throat.

“Seriously Ominis, say something next time. To think we could have done this last weekend if you’d just spoken up.”

Any retorts he could have mustered fell away at the feeling of Sebastian’s hands trailing up his shirt, and when you deepened your kiss with him, Ominis decided that if this was standard practice for being honest, he would make more of an effort to voice exactly what he was thinking in the future.

After all, his fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. With a brief adjustment period, and maybe a few butterbeers, Ominis was certain he could get used to this sort of treatment.

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