#absolutely in love with how the second doodle came out ❤

[angrybatart]

"DO YOU MIND???"

:3 No. Not at all.

[xxsycamore]

DIRTY DANCE FOR THREE

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle/Main Character (Reader)/Isaac Newton

Rating: E

Word count:  3,833

Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

Synopsis: [ Planning the first anniversary Arthur, Isaac and you would celebrate together as a couple has been a tough task.

At last, you settle on a way of celebration... or, ways. ]

A/N: @scummy-writes I was your gifter in @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange!

Scummy!!!! 🥺🥺❤❤ I was so happy to see I was matched with you! You're one of the people that make me smile just by appearing on my dash - not to mention how much I adore your work. I was very determined to make this fic featuring your boys special, and rereading some of your own (absolutely fantastic) works with them helped me out a lot! Their dynamics together challenged me in the best way possible in the whole past week 😂💗 I really, really hope this will be to your liking. Many thanks to Bryn for making it possible in the first place with this lovely event!

Your laughter gets lost in the loud music as you tug Isaac to the dancefloor. The bright, beating presence of everything surrounding you is conquering the best of your senses, it has been for a while now, but you still concentrate fully on your boyfriend - desperate to see him loose up and enjoy himself as well.

You know that this would be a job for your other boyfriend, Arthur, as he was originally the one to give the idea. He is in charge of today's date, after all.

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Planning the first anniversary the three of you would celebrate as a couple has been a tough task. There were chatrooms that trailed off-topic, there were gatherings on the floor with a notebook passed among the three of you in order to collect suggestions from each. There were illicit, scandalous ideas from a certain frivolous writer, crossed out briskly by Isaac shortly after. There were doodles in the corners, and circled ideas, and arrows connecting them, and whatnot.

You wondered how is it even possible for three people so different from one another to be partners in the first place. Seeing how everyone's personal tastes show in their choice of date only made the task at hand more difficult. Amidst it all, the sight of Arthur and Isaac bickering blurred before your hard-at-work mind. Until it came to you.

"How about we split it into many dates? Let's celebrate during the whole week. That way, it wouldn't have to be anything grandiose, and each one of us will get to make their choice."

Arthur's hand froze on its way to steal the pen from Isaac, and the two men exchanged surprised looks before directing one at you, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Hitting up the beach at night, and also the picnic, visiting the planetarium, the aquarium, and who knows what more, they all get to stay in. A week packed full with spending time together.

It was all decided, then.

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Now it's only the middle of the week and you already feel happier than you ever had before, you swear. Laughter hasn’t left your mouth, your heart light and your body moving on its own as the music seeps further through your senses. Isaac doesn't let go of your hands that just guided him to the dancefloor, only changing his grip so he could entwine fingers with you. You lower your gaze for a second to gaze upon your connected hands, and when you shift it back up, you see the smile you adore to see on his face. The flashing lights illuminate his handsome face in one thin strip, moving over his frame, and you trail your hand over the choker on his neck. This look suits him so well, you almost blush at the sight.

It takes no time for him to feel the beat as well, moving his body accordingly, and you know he is, indeed, having fun. To your disappointment, one of his hands breaks the bond with yours, but only to wrap around your waist instead and tug you closer. Until you're pressed flush to his body. He keeps you there, continuing his slow movements, and you have no choice but to do so as well. It's fantastic.

Soon the people around fade from your senses. There is only Isaac, only his hands snaking their way tighter around your waist and…his hips rolling against your hips.

At first you blame the dance; knowing Isaac's tendency to shy away from such acts in public. You expect him to flinch and withdraw but you get the far opposite.

The adrenaline rushing through you drives you to answer his ministrations with ones of your own, almost mirroring his. You throw your head back, your body manipulated by invisible strings as you simply give yourself to the moment. And so does Isaac, whom you can't help but look at, even if your eyelids keep fluttering shut every now and then.

It's amazing how much you two can tell each other without the usage of words. There is a fair amount of lust in your favorite pair of strawberry-colored eyes, but you can see genuine fun in there too. Perhaps reflecting your own. You're a little too eager to steal a kiss from him but you know that neither of you will be the wiser to pull back before it unfolds into something deeper and sloppier. And maybe, just maybe, holding his gaze equals kissing right now. God, no, Isaac is totally eyefuckingyou right now. You see a beast in him and you can't make out whether that's your own atmosphere-altered mind that is casting this delirium, or it is the truth.

You drift a mere inch away in your dance of lust, and as you come back near again, a familiar scent hits your nostrils. In the swirling mass of perfumes all around you, you still recognize the scent clenching to Isaac. But it's not his own.

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The evening approaches and it's time to prepare for the next date from the list, a visit to the club.

You stand in front of the wardrobe with hands on your hips, wondering what to put on for tonight. Your eyes wander aimlessly on its contents, taking notice of how much room of it is taken by Isaac and Arthur's clothes. It's one of the many reminders of how this relationship carved itself into your daily life and you love it - and, well, you could spend some more time being sappy over that, but you're getting more and more frustrated by the minute, involuntarily clicking your tongue in the process.

"What's bothering you, luv? Care to let this lad help you out?"

You didn't even notice when Arthur has come to stand behind you, his arms hugging around your chest. He knows so damn well how vulnerable you are to his hugs when the only thing covering your body is your bath towel. And he is not being exactly careful about keeping it intact on you with this hug. Being fresh from the shower, you can feel the contrast in temperature as his hands press on your heated, reddened skin. You try not to pay too much attention to that, and answer him instead.

"Why, yes, thanks! As long as you don't pick the flimsiest piece of clothing I own…"

Arthur lets out a breathy chuckle in your shoulder, tickling the hairs on the base of your neck.

"We're not trusting each other, I see…"

Whatever teasing he's been keeping in store for next, it's interrupted by Isaac's entrance into the room. Similar to you and Arthur, he is wearing a towel as the last to take a shower. Some of these days, going in the bath separately is a prevention measure against running in late for going out… For reasons well known.

"Hey, Newt, just on time. I was thinking about something."

Isaac raises a brow at the man, familiar with the kind of thoughts he has. He prompts him wordlessly to go on, leaning against the wall for the time being.

Arthur looks at you and then at him, smirk never leaving his lips.

"The bird couldn't decide on an outfit, you see. It's only fair we help her out. Oh but, then I thought, why don't we spice things up a bit?"

You have to admit, it catches you intrigued. "How?"

"I'm glad you asked." His pause is probably dancing on Isaac's nerves. "We're going to play dress up. Basically, pick each other's outfits."

You turn fully into Arthur's arms now, facing him to show how much you like the idea. It seems fun and adds to the concept of celebrating your love, so you figure it wouldn't hurt.

"Can we use each other's clothes, too?" Isaac speaks up, withdrawing from the wall and aiming towards the wardrobe, possibly an idea of sorts already formed in his mind. Before Arthur can answer him with more than a simple yes, Isaac takes down one of the hangers and thrusts it in his hands. "There."

Arthur examines the already familiar button-up shirt in baby blue. His choice of colors is usually leaning towards the more nightly shades, but he isn't against something like this, for a chance. Hopefully, the size shouldn't be a problem; for all that matters, the two men's frames are not all that different one from another, with Arthur's being only a tad broader and taller.

As you and Isaac decide upon a pair of pants, ones that belong to the man himself this time, he's done putting on underwear where you couldn't see him.

The final result is pleasant enough for you to clap at, and also laugh a little when Isaac leans in closer to button up the rest of Arthur's buttons properly. The writer has the habit of leaving two or even three of them open, but it would seem that Isaac wants to alter his whole image tonight. You wonder if he would end up looking a little bit nerdy, even… if only Arthur was aware of how much it suited him.

You can't keep your hands to yourself either, styling Arthur's hair and making excuses to touch him there and there, gawking at the sight in when you stand next to him in front of the mirror.

"I'm starting to regret this. Always the vixens, you two..."

It's too much of an accusation, you're on the brink of saying, but then Arthur claims your lips out of the blue. You eagerly answer his playful kiss, getting a little too lost in it and your towel finally slips down your frame to pool around your feet, before you could get a hold of it.

"Ah, oops!" You lean down to retrieve it, but Arthur is quicker as he quite literally sweeps you off your feet.

You squeal in surprise as Arthur holds you up, arms wrapped around your bare bottom as he giggles and presses his mouth to your exposed chest.

"Arthur!!" Bumping your fisted hands on his back is not making him let go as you feel him suck a mark on your skin.

"Are you two done yet?"

Isaac's irritated tone doesn't exactly match the way he keeps staring at the performance unfolding before him. You notice a shirt and pair of pants he picked himself, stealing the chance since you and Arthur have been distracted.

Arthur spins with you in his hands so that your gazes can be fully on Isaac as he tsks at the physicist.

"Put on the tight leather pants instead. C'mon Newt, we haven't seen you wear them in so long!"

You can't help but nod enthusiastically, knowing deep inside that it's only fair after what ridiculousness Arthur's imagine suffered for the sake of your enjoyment. Isaac sighs and returns the one he had chosen to the wardrobe, shuffling through its contents once more.

"What about over the shirt?"

"I'm going to lend you my jacket. It will fit everything else just perfectly."

Isaac cringes a little at the thought, not because he disagrees with Arthur's fashion sense but because…

"I will reek of your cologne…!"

When Isaac rises a pointed glare to meet Arthur's gaze again, he could see a sultry note in it.

"That's the point."

It's then that you shift a little on Arthur's hold, feeling the change in his demeanor which in turn makes you miss his kisses. In answer, Arthur readjusts his hold on your bottom, turning his attention on you again by peppering your skin with kisses that tickle.

Isaac watches as you squirm in the bastard's arms, making him lose his balance until he crosses the distance towards the bed on a few unprecise steps, falling backwards into it with you still in his hold.

Signing once again, this time a little entertained by your joyful screams, Isaac drops whatever clothes he's been holding to a nearby armchair and hurries to join you two on the bed.

As happy as you are to finally capture Arthur's lips in a proper kiss, keeping him pinned down underneath you, it's interrupted by the feeling of the bed dipping with Isaac's weight. You shoot a look over your shoulder just in time to see Isaac rip out the towel from his waist, throwing it somewhere behind himself.

"Isaac, you-"

"It's entirely you two's fault that I'm hard now."

The accusation doesn't come out without the tiniest hint of embarrassment in his tone, but his boldness is still quite something; sending shivers down your spine. Especially now that Isaac's frame is looming behind you, and he is pressing closer.

You move to shut your legs closed where they've spilled apart over each side of Arthur's, but the writer is faster and he grabs them in order to keep them spread.

"We gotta make it up to him, luv."

As if that wasn't what you were planning to do, you think, but still moan a little as Arthur decides you're going to be obedient and stay open, so he slides one hand towards the apex of your thighs.

"No, no. Arthur, stand up. You're not wrinkling this shirt."

You groan at the loss of Arthur's fingers as they exit your core just as he dipped the tips of them inside. It infatuates you to unbelievable amounts, but you gotta agree with Isaac's thoughtfulness. He is not exactly the best when it comes to self-control and that's more the reason why you want to help out. Just like Isaac, you want the efforts put in the earlier dress-up game to be rewarded.

The two of you practically strip Arthur, one pulling on his pants and another removing the shirt from his torso simultaneously. It leaves him making a dirty comment or two about how much you both want him, but his mouth is soon shut up by you getting in position to sit on his face.

He will be the last to refuse to be your seat, you're aware of that, so you're met with content little noises from the writer as you descend further down.

Arthur grips your thighs, his face practically cushioned in between, as he begins to eat you out with fervor.

You barely can keep up with Isaac's kisses, your mouth falling open in a groan again and again, thus gaining more access for Isaac's hot tongue to slip inside. Your hands are gently guided down under, to where Isaac's painfully hard cock stands, and he wraps your hands around it, prompting for you to give him some stimulation.

The orgasm comes crashing over your senses so soon, you don't know whether to curse or bless the playboy's abilities to use his mouth. Either way, he is content with his work, almost purring as he gently guides you off his face. You rest on his chest now, back arched so that your pussy is fully presented to him still, and he pushes his fingers inside, dragging them out, pushing them back in. He smears your wetness around, making sure your hole is prepared to take something bigger.

You're being moved by strong hands, almost in a haze, until you find yourself shoved face-first into the mattress by no other than Isaac. He barely can contain himself any longer, this much is clear by the way he thrusts his hips and rubs his cock on your slit, almost slipping inside each time.

At last he pushes in, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second. You inhale in the form of a moan, loving the way he fills you to the brim with his length.

"I'm not going to hold back…"

The words sound almost soft from him, and his needy tone is driving you insane.

"Don't. Please, Isaac, don't, give it all to me!"

As Isaac pounds you into the mattress, you fail to notice the tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of your eyes. It's Arthur's hand that gently wipes them away, and your eyelids flutter open to look at him.

Arthur smirks down at you, the word "lovely"written all over his face as he watches you get fucked hard by your boyfriend.

"Do you want Newt to come inside you? To coat your insides nice and warm?"

You make an unbelievably needy sound deep in your throat, trashing your head against the covers in the lack of better way to show your approval.

Arthur's chuckle has something dark to it, albeit still very loving, you can sense.

"You heard her, Newt. Give our dove what she wants."

Isaac groans, barely needing Arthur's encouragement as he keeps thrusting in and out, until his pace shatters and his hips buck and then still.Previously looming over you, now Isaac lets the weight of his orgasm pull him down, until he cages over your body with his own, his breath fanning over the back of your neck. You're seeing stars as he drags his hips in small thrusts, his hot release squirting inside you in copious loads.

You pant, helpless, having reached another peak in the meanwhile and not wanting to move an inch. It makes you pout when Isaac pulls out of you, albeit he makes sure to do it slowly.

"Don't make her wait, Arthur…"

You're left reduced to jelly, completely at your boyfriends' mercy as they change positions. You recognize Arthur's familiar touch on your spine, holding your waist so nicely with his sturdy hands.

You stick your ass a little more to him, pussy already clenching in anticipation for more. It's hardly shameful for you to be so needy for your boyfriends, surely not after all the things you've already done with them…

"Gonna fuck you so good, luv. Make you full of me."

This time it's Isaac's hand which touch you register upon your features, tucking locks of hair behind your ear. He's still collecting his breath on the bed beside you, resting on his side as he watches the two of you getting lost in the pits of pleasure.

Arthur groans a foul string of words telling you to take his load, as he slams his hips into yours, keeping it to slow but deep strokes as you moan out loud in another orgasm. Just as it begins to fade, Arthur ignites the fire inside you anew, his release spilling into your already slippery, overly stuffed insides. Still you feel it all, you feel it so damn well, you wonder if the rush of pleasure is the same orgasm you experienced or a whole new one.

Either way, the bliss soon overtakes all your senses. You're feeling on cloud nine; loved, fucked, light as a feather as you melt on the cozy bed.

Arthur pulls out with a small groan, giving a light smack to your ass just to hear another sweet noise from you. He then spreads your asscheeks apart, careful not to overstimulate you in any way, just so he could watch the aftermath of his and Isaac's releases dribble out of your well-used hole. It once again proves to be the hottest sight he's ever laid his eyes upon. He itches to just crash his face there and rain kisses on the soft flesh of your ass, your inner thighs, everything…

The need to lay down beats him to it, though, and he opts for rolling on your other side, mirroring Isaac. For a moment, there is silence, with soft small touches and kisses, and the sweet post-sex bliss. At some point you don't feel like turning your head to the side to see who joined you into starring at the ceiling, assuming from the way Isaac cuddled to your breasts that he is resting his eyes. Either way, you're the first to break the silence.

"We didn't get to decide on my outfit!"

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And now, of course the sweet tantalizing roll of Isaac's hips against your own is reminding you of events prior. Each time he does, your dress rides up a little higher, and it is Isaac's excuse to trail his hands over your hips to smooth it down on place. Yes, your boyfriends ended up picking… maybe not the flimsiest, but the shortest of your dresses, your hopes that the little distraction you three went through would sate their naughtiness, but alas. Oh, no, you don't mind, not at all.

You don't notice Arthur approaching until he is so close that you can make out his smirk even in the low light. He knows better than to try and speak over the music, but he doesn't need to, either - the darkened stare he gives is telling it all.

Even after acknowledging his presence, Isaac doesn't let go of you - quite the contrary. He doesn't want you whisked away so soon and pulls your body even closer.

Arthur moves behind you, another familiar perfume, this time Isaac's, registered by your senses.

It's brilliant how Arthur finds a way to steal you, guiding you away from Isaac's hold as if it is another dance step. Holding your hand by the wrist, he raises it up, prompting you to make a spin on his hold, and ends it up with arms crossing in front of your chest.

He reminds behind you, releasing his hold on you and then pulling you back closer, and it's a pity he doesn't get to see how much you're smiling. But he always reads you just fine without that, bodies continuing to move as one.

He rolls against your frame, similar to what Isaac was doing just moments ago. The fire deep inside you is lit anew, or maybe it hasn’t been put out the slightest - and now you're braver. You rise a hand over you, curling it behind Arthur's neck, and grab into his hair. He answers with another sweet roll of his hips, and you feel like your legs would just give up under the sweet pressure.

"Naughty", you perhaps imagine him saying, you're not exactly sure. But that's also what Isaac's gaze reads when you meet it again, and discover how close he is.

One thing you're convinced you've heard, is, "Let's get out of here", and it never sounded more promising.

Guilt is not even on the table, as much as you think it should be. You make a mental note to at least try and ensure the rest of the dates in the list go in a more innocent manner, but that's a thought for tomorrow. Now you have more fun to have, with the two people in world you love most, one of which should be teased juuuust a little bit for getting uncharacteristically wild at the club tonight, just for that nice apple-red hue to bloom on his cheeks.

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