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loverontheleft · 2 years ago

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Kitten 5

AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. An installment in my Kitten series, which can be found on my Masterlist. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.

Reader x Brendon x Sarah.

Warnings: So...we’ve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks (threesome/toy-incorporated sex), or public sex.

This chapter has a score of 7, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, toys, and “dirty” praise.

Word count: 8.1k

-//- Morning after K4-\\-

“I can feel your dick,” you mumble as you wake, sliding a hand down Brendon’s bare thigh and wrapping it around his cock that’s pressing into your hip. He groans a little, rocking up into your grasp. “You fucked me so good last night and came so much; how are you hard again?”

He snorts at your question and gestures on either side of him, to you and Sarah. “Look at my life. Look at my girls. Kitten, I am always hard when you two are around.”

Sarah sits up and stretches a little, and you and Brendon both catch your breath as the sheets pool at her waist. His cock throbs in your grip, and you know you don’t have the energy to get fucked the way he needs to fuck right now.

You curl closer into his side, stroking him slowly now. “B,” you murmur, loosening your hold on his cock. “Baby, I’m so sleepy.”

“Rest, Kitten,” Brendon manages, cupping your face in one hand, and you can see the pure desire in his eyes. “I’m craving Sarah right now. Need my sweet girl. Need her so badly.” You have so much you want to say, but fatigue takes over. Instead, you turn a little and kiss his palm as a way of giving him your blessing, and he beams down at you.

“Then take me,” Sarah says softly from his other side, and you smile to yourself, snuggling back down into the pillows and tugging the blankets higher as you watch. You really are sleepy, and now they’ve got some time together. You love watching them.

Brendon brings Sarah’s mouth down to his, and the embrace is deep and needy. You whine a little as their tongues tease each other, but they’re so lost in the kiss that they don’t hear you.

With one hand in her hair and the other on her bare hip, Brendon flips Sarah so he’s hovering above her. “Is this okay?” He asks her in a soft, low voice, and she nods, biting her lip and reaching for him. “Hang on, sweetness. I need…” Brendon climbs off the bed and you realize he’s grabbing a condom from Sarah’s overnight bag.

Before you know it, he’s back over her, condom rolled into place, and she’s got a hand wrapped at the base of his cock. Legs spread, she guides him exactly where she needs, and Brendon buries his face in her neck as he sinks into her. They share a guttural groan once he’s filled her completely, and you know from how he’s breathing that he’s going to take her hard.

“Fuck, B, that’s so fucking good,” Sarah whimpers, arching up into his urgent thrusts and clinging to his back. He mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, but Sarah must understand, because she laughs breathlessly, nodding and tugging at his hair. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed your cock until you said something,” she tells him, and he swears under his breath, dipping down to kiss her again.

“I knew I needed this perfect pussy as soon as I woke up.”

You think you probably should be jealous, hearing him talk like that to her. But you’re not, and after all, he’s not wrong. She is perfect. A thrill goes through you, and you’re exhausted but giddy. You’re fighting a yawn, but something tells you that they need this moment alone. You close your eyes, allowing the sleep to come if it wants.

Brendon catches one of her legs in the crook of his arm, pushing it back and spreading Sarah wider for him. She’s scratching at his back, at the sheets, and even as sleep creeps in, the slick sound of his cock filling her makes your stomach tighten. You love that they get each other this hot.

“Please,” Sarah begs, her voice high and tense, and while you’re not sure what she needs, you’re confident that Brendon knows and will give it to her. He must, because she’s gasping and squirming, letting out a stream of gratitude and filth. “Fuck, just like that, B, play with my nipples suck them lick them oh fuck it’s so good baby your mouth is so good — shit you’re gonna make me come if you keep sucking like that oh god Bren — please!”

“You say that,” Brendon pants, “like it’s a warning. Like I don’t want you to come.” His mouth is back on her, her neck now, and you can hear the insistent sound his mouth makes as he works at marking her up. “I want you to come all over my cock. Need to feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze my dick as you let go. I know you can, honey. Give me all that sweetness, come on my cock.”

“Clit,” Sarah whimpers, and Brendon soothes her immediately, thumb rubbing messily between her thighs. “Oh shit that’s so good yes yes yes!” Sarah is chanting, her voice reaching new desperation. “B, I’m gonna — you’re going to make me —”

“Want it,” he insists, and she cries out as he picks up the pace, filling her and biting at her neck. “Want to wreck this bed with you, want your screams to let everyone know who fucks you best. Need you to come for your man.”

“Close,” she hisses, fingers digging into the mattress as she bucks her hips up to take him deeper. She wraps her other leg around his waist, groaning when he lifts her leg higher. “I’m right there,” she promises.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” Brendon murmurs, sliding in deep and lifting her hips at the same time, making her squeal that he’s hitting the perfect spot that’s just what she needs — “yes, honey, yes!” Brendon groans as Sarah shrieks and thrashes under him. “So goddamn good for me, my girl comes so hard, that’s it, baby, yes, squeeze my cock with that perfect cunt and come all over me. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Need you to come,” Sarah whispers, her nails dragging down his back, and Brendon gasps, thrusting in hard and freezing over her. She clings to him, praising him and scratching at his back and arms. Brendon presses his face into her neck, shuddering as his climax rocks through them both.

“You know,” Sarah murmurs, stroking Brendon’s sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. “We’ve been together for like, four years now. I wouldn’t mind if…if you wanted to skip a condom in the future.”

Brendon freezes and looks at her, his eyes dark and focused on her face. “Sarah, honey…Kitten and I agreed that I’d never come in anyone else. That hasn’t changed.”

“Oh!” Sarah exclaims, blushing a little. “No. I didn’t mean — I don’t want…B, I don’t like cum,” she says with an awkward laugh. “That whole no swallowing thing, remember? It’s not personal. Just in general, I don’t like it. I don’t mind when you come on me,” she stresses. “Because I can clean up pretty easily. And usually Kitten takes care of the cleanup for me.” They both laugh softly, and Brendon traces her cheek, still watching her carefully.

“Yeah, she does, our good girl. Kitten does love my cum…So even if we didn’t use anything, I wouldn’t come in you?” He’s thoughtful, running the scenario through his mind.

“Definitely not,” she says, shaking her head vigorously. “You’d still need to pull out. But if you wanted to skip the condom, I’d be okay with that. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Fuck, that sounds so good,” Brendon mumbles, kissing her needily. “Getting to feel my baby directly on my cock, nothing between us…really show you that you're mine.”

“Yours,” Sarah agrees, tangling her hands in his hair and arching into his kiss. “Yours.”

-||-

“Was it good?” You’re on your back with your knees bent, clutching at Brendon’s head and grinding back against his eager mouth. He goes to answer and you whine, tugging at his hair. “Don’t stop!”

Brendon laughs a little, and while the sensation is amazing against your clit, you don’t appreciate his laughter. He looks up and sees this on your face, and he laughs harder, resting his head on your stomach. “Baby, it's like being at the dentist and they start asking me questions while they’ve got their hands in my mouth. Except this is way more fun because it’s your wet cunt, not sharp tools. Anyway, my point is, I can’t carry on a conversation with pussy in my mouth.”

He grins at you, and you have to laugh too at the comparison. “Sorry, B. You’re right.” He shrugs your apology off, nuzzling your slick inner thigh affectionately.

“I know I am, Kitten,” he teases. “So do you want to continue peppering me with questions while I eat you out, knowing I’ll have to take my mouth off of you to answer, or do you want to pause the talking til you’ve tapped out?”

You think about it for a moment, playing with his hair and sigh deeply, before guiding his head back so you can rub against his mouth. “I guess I don’t mind the tease. Carry on.” He settles back down against the mattress, both hands wrapped around your thighs. “So…was it good?”

Brendon looks up at you as his tongue traces over you, and nods just enough that it sends sparks through your core. “It was good,” he says, moving one hand so he can slide two fingers into you. “It was really good.”

“Good,” you pant, wriggling to get his fingers deeper. “You both sounded so hot. I watched at first but once you grabbed the condom, I didn’t. I wanted to give you some privacy...” You laugh a little, biting your lip at the memory of hearing Brendon come from fucking Sarah. “Did it feel different?”

“Different than…?” He props himself up between your legs and gives you a curious look, one eyebrow raised.

“Different than when you fuck her when I’m conscious. Oh, wait, that sounds bad.” He grins when you pause, processing your thoughts. “Fuck it; you know what I mean. Participating.”

Brendon thinks about it for a moment, fingers still spreading and thrusting into you. As he ponders, he dips his head back down to suck at your clit, and you squeal, tugging his hair and moving back against his face. When he’s ready to torment you again, he wrenches his mouth off of you, breathing hard.

“Yeah, actually. Not in a bad way. Knowing it was just us…she felt more like…mine.” You can’t fight the broad smile that takes over your face, and Brendon notices, grinning faintly. “We talked last night,” he admits after a moment. “You were asleep and we talked about how she’s felt, being part of us, and our feelings for each other.”

“Oh?”

Brendon rubs his tongue against you, back and forth against your clit. You love when he does this; you live for those soft sighs that slip out from his mouth as he tastes you and teases you. “Kitten,” he says, meeting your eyes. “Kitten, I told her I loved her. I said I knew she was ours and yours, but she’s also mine.” His fingers curve and rub, and you shriek as he coaxes your orgasm from you.

It’s rough and hot and wet, and you’re bucking into his urgent thrusts. You can feel that you’ve soaked the bedsheets, and Brendon groans in satisfaction as he buries his face in you.

“Good,” you choke out, your hands tangled in his hair with a death grip so you can ride out the pleasure against his mouth. “She is yours. And she’s mine and she’s ours, but she’s yours too. And I love her, so…oh fuck, B, that’s it, lick it baby, fuck that’s so good I’m gonna — again, Bren, I’m gonna come again — so I want you to love her too. You meant it?”

“I meant it. Kitten, I love her,” Brendon gasps before his tongue flicks against you, and his admission pushes you over the edge. You’re falling apart, every inch of your body electric and humming and centering around your clit as you explode.

Brendon is slumped over you, mouth still shining when the shower turns off. “Kitten, there’s something I need to talk to you about. It’s not bad, I promise, so don’t worry or stress. But now just isn’t the right time.” You nod, accepting this, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Soon, though,” he promises as Sarah emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. You’re both distracted; she’s totally naked.

You reach for her; she obliges and crosses the hotel room to hop onto the bed. Her skin is damp and she’s flushed from the hot water, and you can’t help but tug her down for kisses. She curls around you, indulging in soft, lazy kisses.

Brendon’s caught his breath and is sprawled next to you, watching the two of you caress and embrace each other. “I love you both so much,” he murmurs, playing with a strand of Sarah’s wet hair before stroking his hand over your cheek. “Fuck, my girls make me so happy.”

-||-

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you moan, clinging to Brendon later that afternoon when he’s dressed and getting his bag repacked. “Sarah, do we have to go?”

“We have to leave this hotel room; I only booked one night and we’re lucky B was able to get us a late checkout,” she teases sleepily from the bed. “And we probably should get home. There are small furry creatures who depend on you.”

You whine, and Brendon kisses you as he lifts you up. You tangle yourself around him, and he deepens the kiss. As you moan into his mouth, he deposits you on the bed and crawls up over you. Before he kisses you again, he pulls back, breathing hard. “Loves, I’ve got two more shows on this leg of the tour, and then I’m home. I’ll be home by this weekend. I’ll be home with my best girls by this weekend.”

“We can make it til this weekend, can’t we, Kitten?” Sarah murmurs, petting your hair as you sigh dramatically. “We can make it til this weekend,” she tells Brendon with a laugh. He grins and leans in to kiss her, and it’s sweet and soft but just as intimate as his embrace with you.

“Good girls. My best girls,” he tells you again, and you nod eagerly. “And once I’m home, we’re going to spend the next four days in bed, making up for lost time.”

“Wait, can it be the next three days?” Brendon looks a little surprised that you’re asking for a reduction in time, and you tug at his hair affectionately. “I have my first book club meeting Tuesday night.”

“Mmm, that’s right…” Brendon muses, nibbling down your neck and nuzzling each mark he’s leaving. “You’re not hosting, are you?” You shake your head breathlessly, and he grins. “Good. Sounds like it’ll just be me and Sarah for the night then.”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” you enthuse, sitting up suddenly and beaming at them both. Sarah is confused, and you take her hands in both of yours. “You know I love you, right, baby?” She nods, unsure of where you’re going with this, and you continue. “I want you and Brendon to have time and space for your relationship to grow too. So this is great. Once a week, I’ll be out of the house and you two can do whatever you want.”

“I feel like you’re setting us up on a playdate,” Sarah quips, and Brendon laughs as you cross your arms.

“No, I just mean…”

“It’s okay, Kitten. I know what you mean. Thank you.” Sarah smiles at you sweetly and kisses you before reaching for Brendon. He moves toward her without hesitation, and you know you’re grinning like an idiot, but you just love watching them together. “It’ll be nice,” Sarah murmurs, and Brendon agrees, caressing her side.

-//- Tuesday -\\-

“Kitten, before you head out.” Brendon catches your hand and tugs you back into your room. You fall easily into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and smiling up at him.

“Yes, B?”

“Did you think about the condom thing that we talked about the other night? With me and Sarah I mean.” He’s playing with your hair, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs as you remember them curled around you, whispering their request with broken thoughts and interrupting each other. You remember the anxious look on both of their faces and the long, tender kiss Brendon gave you as you promised to think about it.

“I don’t mean to spring this on you if you haven’t fully thought it through. It’s just that…well, we’re going to be alone tonight.”

“No, I know. I’ve thought about it, B. You’re still not coming in her, but that’s because we agreed and because she doesn’t want it, right? So…yeah, I don’t mind.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, moaning a little when his hands curve over your hips. He pulls you flush against him, letting you feel his growing erection. “Oh…god, you feel so good. Yes, you can fuck her without a condom.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you tell him, nipping at his earlobe affectionately and rocking your hips forward into his, relishing the feeling of him pressing into you through his sweatpants and your dress. “Fuck our girl good, let her feel that incredible cock deep inside her. Want her to feel you the way I do, velvety soft skin over throbbing hardness. Fuck, it’s just the best. Can’t believe we’ve made her wait four years for this. Your cock is…oh god, B, I love you and I love your cock. Let’s share it with her.” You’re panting against his neck, and his hands have slipped under your dress, pushing it up your thighs.

“Love how much you love it, Kitten,” Brendon groans, and once he’s got your dress over your hips, he teases the waistband of your panties with two fingers. “I know you just said we should share, but…do you want it before you have to leave? Do you have time?”

“Yes,” you whimper, shoving a hand down between your bodies and tugging his erection free from his pants. “But like this.” You meet his eyes as you step back and sink down to your knees. “Want your cock like this,” you tell him, before dipping your head forward and swallowing him down.

“Fuck,” Brendon hisses, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Your mouth, baby…”

You moan in agreement, bobbing faster and gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in your mouth. He’s breathing hard and rocking forward, and you hum happily around him. “Goddamn, that’s so good,” he grunts, one hand clutching your head and the other tugging at his own hair. You tighten your mouth around his length before pulling back to stare up at him.

“Don’t forget,” you manage through ragged breaths. “Don’t forget who worships your cock and swallows every drop for you, who spreads her legs and gets you to fill her up with cum. Go fuck our girl, make it so good for her, rock her fucking world, make her scream and come hard, B, but don’t forget who gets your cock and cum.”

“Kitten,” Brendon groans, thrusting into your mouth again. “Sweetheart, you’re such a good girl for me. Won’t ever forget. Sweet girl, oh fuck, Kitten, you’re gonna make me come, baby, rolling your tongue like that, I’m gonna come, fuck I’m right there — you want it? God I know you do, you’re so fucking good for me — shit shit shit, oh fuck yes, swallow for me, yes…holy shit, baby,” Brendon gasps, hips twitching as you swallow eagerly around him. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs in your ear as you stand up and lick your lips. “My Kitten is so goddamn sexy, sucks my cock so good…”

“And don't you forget it,” you tease, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Brendon.”

“I love you, Kitten. Go have fun talking about books.”

“Oh, I will. Go fuck our girl right.”

-||-

“And what,” Brendon murmurs, making Sarah jump as he walks into the kitchen after you’ve left, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Jesus, B,” she gasps, pressing a hand to her chest as she leans back against the counter. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Mmmm,” Brendon concedes as he crosses the kitchen, resting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. “I’m sorry, sweetness. Didn’t mean to spook you.” He grins a little and Sarah blushes, looking down at the space between their bodies. “But you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing?” He gestures at the steaks on the prep board behind her.

“Oh! I was just going to season them for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Brendon says softly, taking a step and closing some of the space between them. Her breath catches in her throat. “I appreciate your help, but I’m taking care of everything tonight,” he reminds her, and Sarah nods, suddenly aware of his dark jeans and button-down shirt and her shorts and fitted tank top.

“You changed out of lazy clothes. Should I go change?” She gestures between them, biting her lip. “You look fancier than me.” She fiddles with the shoulder of her tank top.

He gives a disinterested shrug, fully focused on the exposed skin of her neck and collarbone. “If you want to change, you can. But you don’t have to,” he says, dipping his head down to trace the line of her neck with his nose and breathing her in. “You smell so fucking good,” he tells her, taking another step until there’s barely any space between them.

“Kitten…got us a new body wash,” Sarah whispers, letting her head roll back so Brendon can bury his face in her neck the way they both love. He does, kissing and suckling, breathing hard when he finally pulls back to admire his work.

“I love it,” he murmurs, moving his hands from the counter to her waist and one up to cup her face. “Like I said, you can change if you want to. But I think you look perfect.” He runs a thumb over her cheekbone, and she tilts her face up, sighing blissfully into the gentle kiss he presses to her lips. “Absolutely perfect,” Brendon repeats, pulling back to stare at her.

“Speaking of perfect,” Sarah whispers, tracing Brendon’s jaw with two fingers, “those chocolate mousse cups in the fridge look incredible. But, B, you don’t like chocolate.”

“No,” Brendon agrees, thumb still moving gently from her temple to the corner of her mouth, transfixed by the way her lips move. “I don’t.”

“But —”

“I have something else in mind for my dessert,” he murmurs, the hand on her waist drifting down between her thighs briefly as his thumb brushes across her lips, and Sarah’s eyes widen. “That is, if my dessert is amenable to being on the menu.”

“I think…your dessert is very amenable to being on the menu,” she says softly, and Brendon groans a little, stepping closer. Sarah stares up at him; the love and desire in his eyes is everything she’s ever wanted, and he’s here in front of her, wanting her too.

“We could skip dinner,” Brendon offers, tracing a finger down her arm and trying to look casual. “If you’re not too hungry. I’m starving, but those,” and he gestures toward the steaks, “won’t satisfy me. I need more.” He takes another step closer, and now Sarah can feel how hard he is. He’s pressed fully against her, and her head is spinning. She grabs for his shoulders, and he grips her waist. She’s so wet she can feel it on her thighs. His hands move from her waist to her face and hair. “Need you, Sarah,” he says softly.

“Fuck,” Sarah says in a hoarse whisper before they lunge for each other.

“Fuck,” Brendon agrees desperately, lifting her up onto the countertop and standing between her legs. The embrace is rough and needy, and their hands tangle together as they both try to get Sarah’s shirt off.

It falls to the floor and Brendon groans, lifting and scooping her breasts with both hands, ducking his head down to suck one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Sarah gasps and tangles her legs around his waist, leaning back, but Brendon stops her.

“Counter isn’t wide enough; your head won’t be supported,” he gasps, gathering her in his arms and, with one hand under her thighs and the other buried in her hair, he lifts her from the kitchen counter. His eyes scan the kitchen but, failing to find a suitable surface, ends up pushing her up against the wall.

Sarah whines into his mouth, tugging at his belt and rubbing against him urgently. “Brendon,” she pleads, and he nods, pinning her to the wall with his hips so he can get the belt off and give her better access to his cock straining against the denim.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing back against her. “Fuck, I know; give me a second.” They’re silent for a moment; there’s only Sarah’s shallow breaths and Brendon’s muttered curses as he fumbles with his jeans. “Good enough,” he grunts once he’s gotten them unzipped enough for his cock to press forward through his boxers. Sarah whimpers, bearing down on him and grinding, panting and kissing down his neck, “Need to get my mouth on those perfect tits,” he groans, lifting her slightly higher and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

“B, I was — your cock,” Sarah moans, rocking her hips forward. “It felt so good.” He nods, still kissing over her breasts, and her eyes flutter shut. “Oh, but this is good too,” she concedes, gasping in pleasure when he pulls back to breathe cool air across her nipples. He carefully presses two fingers against her as she squirms, and she sighs happily.

“It’s not my cock, but you can rub against my fingers, sweet girl,” he mumbles against her skin, groaning when he feels how wet she is through her shorts. “Right through, baby…fuck.”

“For you,” Sarah whimpers, rubbing against his fingers eagerly and clutching his head to her breasts, as she feels her body tense. “I’m gonna come for you,” she gasps, pushing hard against Brendon’s fingers and biting her lip.

“Wait,” Brendon pleads, lowering her down and dropping to his knees between her legs. He tugs her shorts down and buries his face in her pussy. “Now,” he groans, looking up at her, and her hips roll forward; she comes apart for him.

“Now, now, now,” Sarah chants, grabbing his head with both hands and riding her orgasm out with his tongue pressed to her clit. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“Come on my face,” Brendon groans into her, grabbing at her hips and pressing as close as he can. “Want you all over my face, baby. Need you, be my messy girl, get off on my face, sweetheart.”

Sarah’s moan is guttural and desperate; Brendon’s begging works. Her back arches off the wall and he’s licking urgently, taking everything she’ll give him.

Her legs are still trembling when Brendon scoops her up, carrying her to the stairs. “Bed,” he groans against her lips, and she nods, tugging at his shirt. “Fuck, need you.”

They’re halfway up the stairs when Brendon pushes her back up against the wall, mouth moving over her neck before capturing her lips. “Couldn’t stand not kissing you for another moment,” he whispers when he pulls back to rest his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you are so perfect. Need you.”

“Need you so badly,” Sarah agrees, scratching along his chest and working on the buttons on his shirt so he can shrug out of it before continuing up the steps. “My room,” she suggests when Brendon hits the landing of the second floor and pauses.

“Your room,” he confirms, fingers flexing on her thighs as he nudges open her bedroom door. He places her reverently on the bed, then steps back to gaze at her nude form as he shoves at his jeans. He’s fully naked and is crawling up over Sarah when she grabs his cock.“Wait, fuck, wait. B. Do we need to get a —”

“No,” Brendon tells her, gathering her in his arms and kissing her tenderly. “Unless you want one.” He’s got a hand on her waist and the other cradles her head, and the embrace is intense and full of longing.

“I just want you,” Sarah whispers as she wraps her legs around his waist, relishing the slick slide of his cock along her hip. “Take me.”

“Fuck, my girl,” Brendon groans, and they move together so he’s settled between her thighs. “You’re so fucking wonderful. I love you, baby.” His first thrust into her is slow and deep, and she cries out, tugging at his hair and bucking up into him.

“I love you, B — oh fuck, you feel so good,” she gasps against his mouth as he fills her over and over again, his pace excruciatingly slow. “You feel amazing. Holy shit, your cock! Goddamn, I’ve been missing out, holy fuck.”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Your cunt is to die for. Hot. Wet. Tight, oh my god, Sarah baby, I need more of you. Trying to go slow for you, but fuck, I need more of you.”

“Fuck me however you want,” Sarah groans, writhing under him. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he agrees, biting at her neck and increasing his pace a little. “Goddamn, you are mine.” She gasps as his teeth graze her skin. “And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it,” he whispers in her ear.

“Oh fuck yes, Bren; take me, fuck me, I’m yours!” She’s squealing as he shifts her legs up over his shoulders, and they both groan when his cock slips in deeper. “Oh my god, I can feel every inch of you,” Sarah gasps, hands tangled in her sheets and nails digging into the mattress.

He’s grabbing at her hips, lifting her more, and his pace is steady, letting her relish the sensation of his cock as it fills her. “So fucking deep,” Brendon groans, using one hand to stroke over her breasts while the other still cradles her head. “Sweetheart, your cunt is everything.”

“You’re going to make me come, I’m gonna fucking come from you talking like that,” she moans, abandoning the sheets to scratch at his back.

“Good,” Brendon says softly, before he pulls back, leaving Sarah whining and squirming with her legs spread. “Here, let me —” and he’s on her again, kissing feverishly, hands on her waist and turning her. “Like this,” he gasps in her ear now that her back is to his chest. “Want to take you like this.”

“Holy shit, yes,” Sarah gasps, arching so he can slide in deep again. “Oh fuck that’s so good, how does it feel so good?”

“Because I know your body and I want to drive you fucking wild,” His fingers find her clit, and she’s rocking forward into his touch, grinding down against him. “Also, Kitten fucked you like this and you were a quivering mess by the time she was done with you, and I wanna feel my girl come all over my cock the way you came on that toy,” Brendon murmurs in her ear, his other hand coming up to squeeze at her breasts and pinch her nipples lightly. “Will my fingers push you over the edge, or do you want me to grab your vibrator like Kitten did? You know I will,” he promises, his voice low. “You know I’ll do anything to get you to come for me, baby. Give you anything, do anything for you, love you so much. I’ll fuck you just like this and hold your favorite toy right against your clit til you fall apart. Just know, oh fuck,” he’s panting hard and buries his face in her neck for a moment as she gasps his name and squeezes hard around him. “Fuck, just know I’m greedy. Wanna feel everything. If I grab the vibe, I’m gonna pull it away when you come. Need to feel that slickness all over me. Need to feel your sweetness dripping down my fingers. So what’s it gonna be, baby?”

“Fingers,” Sarah gasps, reaching to grab his hand and press his fingers more firmly against her clit. “Fingers, B. I’ll come from your fingers I’ll come all over you just please don’t stop I love you oh please don’t stop take me fuck me oh god please!”

Brendon is using every bit of self-control to not come in her. She’s drenching his fingers as she rocks back and forth, and he’s in heaven, blissed out with his head back and eyes closed. “You are incredible and you’re mine,” he tells her. Sarah shudders and lets out a litany of curses and gratitude as his hand between her thighs works her into a frenzy. His mouth on her neck is coaxing her so sweetly to the edge of climax, as his cock rubs right where she needs him.

“I’m gonna,” Sarah whimpers, and he pushes her closer and closer.

“You know what I thought the first time I saw you?” Brendon gasps now. “Watching you walk into that room was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Completely in awe.”

“Oh my god.” She’s grinding back against his cock, breathing hard, and he’s holding her flush against him.

“Had to have you. Needed you. And now you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours — I’m, oh please, I’m gonna come B I’m gonna come for you god yes yes yes!” Sarah’s words dissolve into senseless squeals of pleasure. Brendon groans, biting down on her neck and rubbing her clit to keep her coming for him.

“Sarah, baby, I’m close,” he chokes out through gritted teeth; he’s desperate to keep his promise to both of his girls but overwhelmed at the tension around his cock as she comes, shaking and gasping and clutching at him. “Baby, I need — I’m gonna — oh god, honey!”

“Sorry,” Sarah groans, rolling off of him so he can wrap a hand around his cock. “Fuck, I’m sorry, B.”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Brendon grunts, eyes closed and taking slow breaths as he presses his cock against his stomach, fighting the urgent need to stroke and rub his thumb over the tip while he imagines a soft, wet, eager tongue. “I’m okay. I didn’t…it’s fine.”

Sarah twists on the bed to curl into his side, and he kisses her forehead. “Do you need to…” she trails off, gesturing feebly. They both laugh at her flailing hand, and Brendon shakes his head.

“Well, I mean — yes,” he admits. “But I’ll wait for Kitten to get home. She’ll want to suck the taste of you off my cock anyway.” Sarah whimpers as Brendon’s cock twitches in his hand and his hips involuntarily jerk; they’re both clearly aroused by the idea.

“You know what we have to do, right?” Sarah murmurs, wrapping her hand around Brendon’s and moving both slowly. He groans and bites down hard on his lower lip, and Sarah leans in, kissing him to get him to release it. “I need to stay on your cock til she gets home, so you’re still slick from my cunt.”

“Jesus,” Brendon grunts, closing his eyes and gripping his cock tightly so Sarah can’t move his hand. “Yeah, okay. But no teasing me. I’m right on the edge. And if I tell you I’m pulling out, let me, okay?”

“You won’t get any resistance from me,” Sarah reassures him with a wry smile, straddling him and sinking down onto him slowly. “Fuck, you have a great cock. I feel so full,” she marvels, tracing her fingers over his stomach.

“No praise, fuck, honey,” Brendon hisses, his eyes shut tight. “I can’t — this isn’t gonna work, not like this, not when I look up and see you on me with your perfect tits — fuck, off baby, get off — I need to be in you from behind.”

-||-

You walk in through the garage and into the kitchen, grinning when you see the abandoned steaks and Sarah’s clothes scattered on the floor. “I love this trail of breadcrumbs,” you mumble to yourself as you drop your purse and head for the stairs.

There are two buttons from Brendon’s shirt on the lower stairs, and the shirt itself is crumpled on the second to last step. His jeans aren’t visible, so you have no clue as to where they ended up. You cock your head to the side, listening.

“Fuck, that was so good!” Sarah’s voice echoes down the hall, and you head toward her room. You’re a little relieved they were in there and not the big bed. You love them both, but it would feel wrong.

You nudge open her door, expecting to see your husband and girlfriend entwined in some insane position, fucking each other senseless. Instead, they’re both on their sides, and Sarah’s got a leg up and draped back over him so he can fill her from behind. They’re both intensely focused on Sarah’s phone, which Brendon is holding in front of her and tapping at the screen. “Oh,” you laugh, more than a little surprised, leaning in the doorway. “What are you two doing?”

Sarah glances up from her phone, beaming at you. “I’m keeping him hard for you, and we’re taking turns on Homescapes to pass the time. He’s getting lucky though.”

“Yeah I am,” Brendon laughs, kissing her neck and rocking forward. “Shit shit shit, bad idea,” he groans, rolling onto his back, squeezing the base of his cock, and breathing hard. Sarah cackles and snatches her phone from his grasp.

“That’s what you get for using the power-up I earned,” she gloats, and then crawls off the bed to kiss you longingly. “He hasn’t come at all tonight,” she murmurs against your mouth. “He wanted to wait for you.”

“Oh,” you sigh, lust flooding your brain. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Your girlfriend,” Brendon says through gritted teeth, “is such a tease.”

Sarahl lets out an indignant sputter and hops back onto the bed so she can poke him. “Hey, now I’m just her girlfriend? What happened to,” and her voice drops to an absolutely perfect impression of Brendon, “Goddamn, you are mine; sweetheart your cunt is everything. Had to have you. Needed you. And now you’re mine.”

You and Brendon both stare at her; Brendon’s a little slack-jawed and you’re clutching the door frame. “Sarah…I had no idea you could do his voice so accurately,” you finally stammer out, and Sarah grins up at you, stretching and shrugging. “You’re…” you continue, still a little dazed, “you’re gonna have to do that for me when B is traveling. That was so fucking hot. Shit, put a vibe in me from behind and you can lick my clit and just do both voices, holy fuck…”

“Great,” Brendon groans, pressing a hand to his face while the other still squeezes his cock desperately. “I’m completely useless now.”

“I wouldn’t say completely useless,” you argue, giggling and crossing around the bed to tug him up to his feet. “Come on, B; you haven’t come yet. Should we all head to bed or hop in the shower?”

Sarah stands now too, gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and kisses your forehead. “I think I’m going to sit out this round, Kitten,” she tells you. “Our man wore me out.” Brendon smirks a little, conceding this and pulling Sarah over for a long kiss. You bite your lip, imagining all the ways he managed to wear her out, and Sarah must read your mind because she grins and taps your ass lightly. “We can have sexy story time tomorrow. For now, let the man come. He has earned it, trust me. I’m gonna crash in here for now, but might crawl into the big bed in a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan, love,” you tell her, wrapping her in a hug. “Get some rest, but feel free to come cuddle. Make sure you eat something— no,” you laugh, pointing at her when a wicked gleam appears in her eyes and she reaches for the hem of your dress. “Bad girl. Eat real food. But not the steaks; they’ve been sitting out for god knows how long. B, here we go. Hope you’re ready for round two,” you say as you head for the door.

“Fuck, I think round two was somewhere on the stairs,” he moans, but he rolls off the bed and willingly follows you back to the main bedroom and its bathroom.

-||-

“Bed, baby?” You ask once inside your bedroom. Brendon nods urgently, biting his lip and averting his eyes as you strip your clothes off. “Hey, pay attention! I’m wearing really sexy underwear,” you protest, laughing as he groans.

“Kitten, I cannot look at you until you’re completely ready to swallow. That’s how close I am. Just seeing you get naked for me — ah, shit fuck— can’t…fuck, Kitten, I need to come.”

“Fuck,” you murmur as you scramble onto the bed. “Give me one sec, B.” You arrange the pillows into a supportive stack and lean back against them. “Straddle me,” you instruct, and he nods, still averting his eyes. “You’ve worked hard tonight, so I’m not gonna tease you. If you scoot a bit closer, knees resting on either side of my hips, that’s good, there — you should be able to thrust into my mouth. Ready when you are, my love.”

“You’re the fucking best,” Brendon grunts, and right before he slides himself into your waiting mouth, he opens his eyes and looks down at you. “I fucked her without a condom, Kitten. We thought you’d want to taste her pussy all over my cock.”

“Holy fu—” but you don’t get to finish the thought because his slick cock is moving over your tongue. All you can do is moan around him and hope he can see the gratitude in your eyes when he holds still to let you savor the moment. You can taste her; you can tell she came hard on Brendon’s cock, and the flavor mixed with him is making your stomach tighten and your hips buck up instinctively. You reach for the dresser drawer, fingers stretching, and Brendon realizes what you need. He reaches too, opening it and grabbing your thrusting vibrator. He turns it on, handing it to you, and you moan your appreciation. It’s a bit of a contortion, but you get your arm down your body and use the now-thrusting vibe to fill yourself. “Holy shit, your cock covered in her is incredible,” you mumble when Brendon pulls back, breathing hard and gripping his cock.

“Kitten, I'm not going to last long,” Brendon warns, and you tell him you’re ready. He slides in deep and you hum in pleasure when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. You tighten your lips while dropping your jaw, and press your tongue to the bottom of his cock, rubbing at the vein that runs the length of the underside. “Now,” Brendon chokes, one hand cupping your face and the other curled around the headboard for leverage as he thrusts one time.

You’ve had a lot of sex with this man. You’ve seen him come more than a few times, in and on you in more than a few ways. Still, when you watch him come undone from your mouth in this moment, you’re in fucking awe.

His whole body is frozen except for his cock throbbing in your mouth, his eyes are wide and fixated on you, and his mouth is open though he’s not making a sound. You can see the vein in his neck pulse; something about that pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself come hard over the thrusting vibrator. Your squeal triggers a new level of ecstasy in him. Brendon tosses his head back, gasping and praising you between a long stream of expletives and breathless gratitude, caressing your face and thrusting slowly.

He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and his cock is in your mouth. He’s trembling over you, lips parted, eyes glazed, and his hips stop rocking as you swallow again.

“I’m dead,” he groans, sliding himself out of your mouth and falling to the side. “I’m dead I’ve died and God doesn’t care about all the shit I’ve done because he let me into heaven or I’m dying and I’m going to hell but he’s a merciful god who sent me out on the greatest fucking orgasm of my entire life.” He’s breathing hard, reaching for you, and you curl into his side, draping a leg across his waist. He grabs onto your thigh, still mumbling about being dead.

“You’re not dead, or dying as far as I can tell,” you say with a small smile, pressing your hand to his chest. “Also, you’re not religious.”

“I could be, after that,” Brendon mumbles, turning and burying his face in your neck. “It was a religious experience. I just transcended time and space and every inch of my body knew absolute bliss. Fuck. You’re sure I’m alive?” You nod, giggling, and he kisses your neck. “Goddamn, Kitten. you are fucking incredible. You’re my religious experience. Fuck. That’s a new song title. I Saw God and She Looks Like My Wife.”

“I think Sarah deserves some credit,” you tease, stroking his hair as he presses himself closer and clings to you. “Considering you fucked her and then she cockwarmed you. Well, she edged you, because she kept you hard.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, his neck kisses slowing down and his hands wandering over your body beginning to linger. “You two can share the credit. She showed me the cliff and brought me to the cliff but you dragged me over the edge, caught me, and let me come in your mouth.”

“That…” you pause to yawn, tracing his lips affectionately, “that last part doesn’t work with your metaphor.” He lifts his head and blinks at you sleepily. “The coming in my mouth part. It doesn’t work with your falling off a cliff extended metaphor.”

”Yes it does,” Brendon grumbles, climbing on top of you and snuggling down so he can press his face to your breasts. “In the metaphor, you let me come in your mouth. Don’t argue, Kitten,” he pauses to yawn too, and your heart tightens at how adorable he is. “I don’t have the energy to keep up with you.”

“No,” you agree with a soft smile. “You really don’t. You can sleep, baby.” He mumbles something. “What?” You tug his hair a little. “I didn’t — repeat, please.” He lifts his head slightly and asks if you came, apologizing that he didn’t notice. “Oh love, it’s fine. You were a little distracted by your religious experience,” you laugh. “But fuck, yes I did.” You grab his hand that’s on your thigh and guide his fingers to where you were laying. He groans, feeling the wet sheets, and goes limp on top of you.

“I’ll do…laundry in the morning,” Brendon manages through yawns, and you kiss the top of his head. You grab the blankets and tug them up; he pulls you close so he can tuck you under his chin and wrap you in his arms. “Kitten?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I love you so fucking much. And I love Sarah too. Not the same way I love you. But just as much. Kitten?”

“I’m listening, B.” You run a hand down his back, stroking him sleepily.

“Kitten, can we marry her? I love her. You love her. She loves us. We should marry her.”

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topimagines · 5 years ago

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Tip Toes

Summary: I’m on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.

Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one

Y/n had not dated much. Actually, she did not start looking for a relationship until her freshman year of college. By then there weren’t many people she talked to and considered a friend; therefore, the idea of dating someone, being close to someone that was not her friend, did not pique her interest. Around the time she met Brendon and Sarah, she had lost all hope in a romantic relationship. It almost seemed too good to be true, a truly happy relationship seemed unattainable.

This feeling came in waves, making her feel nauseous like she was on a boat in a hurricane. It became truly difficult to accept a happy reality that ended in kids of her own and a husband or wife, but she knew it was just about impossible. Her best friends were a married couple and a gay man (who was also in a happy relationship), they always rooted for her. But they didn’t understand, she was a twenty-something-year-old who had no idea how to even kiss someone. Everyone always told her (especially her friends) that it was admirable that she held out for so long like she was waiting for the right person or something.

In other words, y/n would describe herself as the biggest virgin on earth, and it genuinely was from a lack of trying.

It almost felt as if her own future didn’t belong to her.

Some days were better than others, just like the day Sarah asked her to come to hang out at her house. y/n had just gotten done with finals, so she had basically a month of sitting around and waiting for the Spring semester to finally start. Sarah and Brendon cuddled on the couch, y/n on the chair in the corner of the room actually watching the movie and trying to not pay attention to the couple that was no doubt finger banging each other under the blanket they shared.

“I think I should go,” y/n said, “I have to work in the morning so I can’t stay up too late.” She stretched her arms and legs when she got up from the chair. Sarah seemed to be frightened out of a daze when she looked up at her friend.

“Oh, okay!” Sarah chirped, pushing Brendon away from her, “Do you want me to walk you out?”

y/n shook her head, “no thanks, I’m fine.”

“Well… I’ll see you later?” Sarah asked. Y/n didn’t really want to. It wasn’t that she didn’t like hanging out with them, they always made her feel lonely. And sad. But mostly lonely.

“I don’t know, I have a busy week at the hospital; I will text you when I get time,” y/n said before bidding the couple goodbye and leaving the house.

Sarah looked at her husband, who had gotten entranced by the movie in the five minutes since he was trying to sneak his hand into her pants. “You are such an idiot.”

“What did I do?”

Y/n got home that night very confused about her feelings. Her brain was spiraling out of control with delusions of being married and having someone who would dote on her the same way Brendon did Sarah. At the same time, she never really paid attention to them behind the scenes, so maybe they’re dysfunctional and she never saw it.

That didn’t make sense, if she knew one thing about the couple, it was that they talked about everything. And Sarah told her everything, every fight they had, Sarah would go to y/n’s apartment and sit until Brendon sulked his way over.

Every time she thought about the couple, she got a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach.

No, she thought, I am not developing a stupid crush just because I’m sad and lonely.

That night she couldn’t sleep; it didn’t help that she knew she did have work in the morning and the hospital was unforgiving when the lab techs were late. By the time she finally stopped swimming in her thoughts, she had dreams of her friends, holding her hand and kissing her on the forehead.

It was 6 AM before she knew it, and she had to get up and get ready for work.

Hopefully, tea would help wake her up before she got to work and did a piss poor job.

Y/n had never been more appreciative of the hospital. She had fond memories of staying there, almost dying, meeting so many different doctors that she just didn’t have it in her to leave.

Sarcasm, that was the key to understanding her outlook on life. Constant use of sarcasm.

But she would be lying if she said that today, and every day for the past week, she was so glad they had a week full of emergencies and a trip planned for a conference with Lab Technologists across the country. This trip would take her to Boston and all she could think of was the idea of seeing every museum she could for one full week and going to a conference full of people who had a thorough understanding of microbiology and hematology. It was almost enough to make her come in her jeans.

What she did not appreciate, was Brendon coming to visit her while she was supposed to be working. She had just gotten a lab sample to test for any drug she could when Brendon waltzed in with In N Out in his hand. He greeted her with a hug and handed her the bag.

“Sarah is at work,” he sighed, “she doesn’t get a lunch today because she’s busy or something, so I thought I’d visit my bestie.” She was too distracted to notice what he was saying. Brendon tried to call her name, the third time she snapped.

“What do you want?” she half yelled, looking away from her specimen.

Brendon looked taken aback; he didn’t even know how to reply when he has never seen her so angry before. Her coworker, a younger man by the name of Jeremy Ren, looked up from his microscope and stepped over to her area.

“L/n, you go take your lunch break, I’ll take care of this shotgun,” he took the test tubes and brought them back to his microscope with him, still eyeing the two.

She scoffed and stomped out, ditching her lab coat at the door. She led Brendon to the hospital cafeteria and sat down with him in the corner.

“What’s wrong? You usually aren’t so…” Brendon trailed off, “Are you still being overworked? Have you talked to your boss about time off?”

Y/n shook her head, “I’m just… fine, I’m fine.” Internally, she cringed. If she talked to him about it, maybe she could resolve the war she had inevitably put herself into.

But the idea of not telling him anything was far more appealing. Nothing had to change.

“Are you sure? You look tired, have you been sleeping?” He reached over and grabbed her hand, tracing his thumb over her knuckles.

God, Brendon, she thought, Stop being so caring, it’s not helping my situation. She pulled her hand away and tucked it under her pants. This couldn’t happen. She did everything she could to give herself a reason not to develop a stupid crush on the man in front of her. She could only come up with two.

1. He’s married to her best friend

2. He definitely wouldn’t see her the same way

Number two made her heart bleed. Not literally, she knew the severity of an actual bleeding heart, she worked in a hospital for Christ’s sake. But if she were to imagine the pain, this would be it.

“I’m just… excited for this trip to Boston next week,” she confessed. It wasn’t a lie by any means, she stayed up all night a month ago when she heard she was going on the trip, planning what she wanted to pack. This didn’t change the stare he had on the table where her hand used to be, and his hand still sat.

“Oh, that is coming up, isn’t it?” he put a smile on his face, trying to quickly recover from whatever feeling he felt. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit off today. We haven’t seen you all week, we miss you at the house.”

She frowned. There was an impulsive need in her to put her hand back and comfort him. But she knew she shouldn’t do it because she knew it would only make her feel worse.

“I’ve been busy with work, had a lot of emergencies and stuff,” she explained, “I’m free this weekend, I’ll try to come over before I leave for the airport on Sunday.” That was not what she wanted to say, why did she say that?

“Sounds like a plan!” he seemed happy with that suggestion though, so maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about. “How has your week been, then? What kinda emergencies did you get?”

She and Brendon talked for a while, she told him about the guy who came in with necrotic tissue on his arm from heroin, and he told her about his charity live stream and how proud he was of everyone who donated.

Watching him so happy as he explained what happened, she felt herself swooning. They sat in silence for a few moments after he finished speaking, both focused on eating their food. One of the surgical nurses walked passed them with a smile on her face.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” Brendon smirked and opened his mouth to explain that they weren’t a couple, but the nurse continued on, “you’re always going on about how lonely you are! It’s nice to see you’re finally getting out there.” Y/n’s eyes were wide, and a blush crept across her cheeks.

“Uh… thank you, Andrea,” she said with a shaky voice.

“So proud of you, my dear,” Andrea smiled brightly t the two before she walked away, bidding them goodbye.

“You’re lonely?” Brendon asked when Andrea was out of earshot.

y/n couldn’t speak as she stared at her fries, the only response she gave was a small nod.

“Why are you lonely? You never date… or expressed a desire… to date.” Damn you, Sarah, she thought, that was supposed to be a secret.

“well… lately, it’s been a bit different,” she sighed, “I’m almost 30, I’ve never been on a real date or…. Done anything, really. I thought I’d at least have a boyfriend by now.” That was easier to get off her chest than she thought.

“You’ve never done anything? Not even like… a kiss?” Brendon knew he was badgering her now, but this was so unbelievable to him. She was so smart and beautiful; how could anyone look passed her?

She shook her head, eyes still on the fries that were no longer steamy, “Can we drop it please?”

Brendon took in the shakiness to her tone and decided to drop it like she asked. This topic would definitely come up later with Sarah, though. He had so many more questions.

When they parted ways after lunch, Brendon couldn’t hold back a smile as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed harder than she had at lunch when she said bye to him. No one, besides her parents and grandparents, had ever kissed her on the cheek.

She kind of liked it.

Sarah told Brendon everything he wanted to know. She didn’t know why, at first, but he explained what happened during lunch.

“But you can’t badger her or make her feel bad,” Sarah emphasized, “She always felt self-conscious about it, even after we became friends.” Brendon understood, even though he never had to deal with stuff like that. He had lost his virginity early on, and everything just came naturally after that.

“I would never.”

“So, what’s with you never dating anyone?” He had promised not to pry, but now it was late at night in y/n’s apartment and he had more than a few drinks in his system. Sue him, he wanted to hang out and she brought out the wine.

“I just… don’t do it?” y/n had a few drinks in her too, the wine was making her feel like being truthful. If she were sober, she wouldn’t be telling hi anything, but maybe she needed to get it off her chest? Drunk y/n thought so, anyway. “I didn’t get my first boyfriend until my freshman year of college, and before that, I only had minor flings with girls from my school. I don’t know, dating always makes me anxious.”

“And you’ve never done anything?” He knew her answer already. This was beginning to get repetitive and even drunk y/n was fed up with it.

“Why do you keep asking that?”

“Because it’s… it’s so rare! You’re like a unicorn!” he laughed at his comparison. She shook her head, she felt kind of offended, but she knew what he was saying. He hadn’t meant it to be an insult at all, he was kind of proud of her, even with pressures that a woman date and be married by her age, she didn’t feel that. She was unabashedly herself.

He didn’t know what came over him when he opened his mouth next, “I mean, I can always help you.”

y/n looked into his eyes, and she swore that if she were a meme, she would have question marks floating around her head. “What?”

“I mean if you ever want your first kiss… or something else… I can always help you,” he didn’t know why he was saying it, but he couldn’t help but offer. The offer was outlandish, yes, but he knew Sarah would be alright with it. She had mentioned before how much she liked y/n, in a more than platonic way.

Before this whole topic came up, Brendon was planning on asking her to be their third, if she wanted to be. However, she told him she hadn’t dated someone very seriously.

“But… wh- h- Sarah?” y/n was blushing, her face and ears were bright red. This was not how she expected this to go.

“She would want to do the same thing, she has a thing for you,” drunk Brendon was an honest Brendon, apparently, “was gonna ask you if you wanted to go on a date with us the other day but obviously I didn’t.”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. Like, of course, he had to do this when she was drunk and couldn’t very well keep her thoughts to herself.

“Um…. Are you asking me now if I want to go on a date with you and Sarah?” y/n asked.

“Well, that wasn’t my first question,” Brendon leaned closer, and cupped her face with his left hand, “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He continued leaning in, slowly but surely. He waited for her to protest; when she didn’t say anything, he finally connected their lips. If he were to compare all of his other kisses to the one right then, she wouldn’t be the worst. She was inexperienced, but her lips were soft and tasted like peppermint from her seasonal chapstick.

When she pulled away, he almost chased after her.

For the rest of the night, he explained the logistics of kissing, and eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch after he went on the the longest tangent on what kind of guitar he would get now that his “cream dream" was gone.

She left for Boston after saying goodbye to Brendon or Sarah. She had also talked to Robert (her other best friend) the day before the trip; he yelled at her for not telling him right away about everything that had been happening. To be genuinely honest, she needed this vacation after her night with Brendon.

It was a relief when Brendon left in the morning after they had kissed. The memory of her first kiss still burned in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to focus on that. Right now, it was her time to relax.

That was until Brendon texted her asking what hotel she was at. She told him, just assuming he wanted to make sure she got there safe. Why would she think anything else?

She should have thought of something else. Now she was sitting in her room, scrolling through the TV when she heard the knock at the door.

He didn’t, she thought, please tell me he didn’t.

She opened the door and saw the couple standing in front of her with giant smiles on their faces.

He did.

“what are you doing here?” she said instead of greeting them.

Sarah let herself in, “we wanted to surprise you! You’ve wanted this vacation for a while, and we thought you’d want company!”

She really didn’t want company, but she put a smile on her face anyway.

After spending the whole week with Brendon and Sarah, y/n was exhausted. She only got a real break from the two when she was at the conference. They had both wished her luck that morning and went back to giggling under the blankets of their shared bed.

Now she was back in Los Angeles, and she was so fucking happy to go back to normal.

However, they didn’t necessarily go back to normal. Brendon spent a lot more time at her apartment than he used to. He started to initiate cuddling, press kisses to her cheek and hairline, and hugging her more than he used to. She started to see more of Sarah, as well. She did it more subtly. She bought y/n drinks and take her to fancy restaurants, surprises her with jewelry and takes her shopping, anything really.

All y/n wanted was for one of them to say something.

And when she least expected it, Brendon did.

“Have you ever wanted to lose your virginity?” Brendon asked during a movie one day. y/n shrugged, she couldn’t say she was surprised, she knew he would ask eventually.

“I guess,” she sighed, “its just not something I really let myself think about. I never thought anyone would… y’ know, want to. And I’m 28, no one wants to date a virgin at my age.”

“Don’t say that,” he took her hand in his. Recently, it had been his sign of comfort to lace his fingers with hers and rub his thumb along the back, “I already told you, me and Sarah love you…”

y/n couldn’t look up at him, she only stared at her fingers. She didn’t say anything, either.

“you never answered, you know,” he whispered, “let us take you on one date. A fancy restaurant, or a movie, whatever makes you least anxious.”

y/n shook her head. The feeling of drowning, even before saying yes, was obvious. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and had to remind herself how to focus on the feeling of his hand in hers.

“or, we can keep it low key, not label it… just the three of us?”

“um… okay..” y/n thought, “no labeling, just… just us. Let’s go see the new Jumanji.”

“That sounds perfect,” Brendon smiled down at y/n.

Maybe her future did belong to her.

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sellyisprincessa · 5 years ago

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I am making a poly series about the uries. On this blog.

Here is a picture of god his self!!!

#brendon urie imagine #brendon urie smut #brendon urie x sarah urie x reader #brendon urie threesomes #sarah urie smut #sarah urie imagine

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hopeless-sagittarius · 6 years ago

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he’s so precious 👑💗

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#brendon urie #brendon patd #panic! at the brendon #brendon! at the disco #brendon imagine #brendon and sarah urie #patd #panic! at the disco #lockscreen #wallpaper #loockscreen

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letsgointotheworldofimagination · 6 years ago

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Imagine picking up Brendon at the airport after tour.

"Hi baby. No hello kiss?"

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thegunrafeusedtoshootpeterkin · 6 years ago

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ragthorok · 7 years ago

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He’s so cute and I just- I just can’t anymore! 😩😭❤️

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Just kidding here it is 😂😂

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patd--phan · 7 years ago

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Brendon holding back tears because of how much we mean to him♥️

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mmimagine-40 · 5 years ago

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Late-Nights

Brendon and Sarah urie poly imagine

BxSxR

Brendon signed tired as he walked up to his house. It was 3 am and he just got done at the studio. He had been working on some songs the last few days and was worn out. But now he can finally take a break and be with his girls, how he has missed so much. As quietly as possible he open the door and walked in. His eyes were so heavy that he almost didn’t notice Sarah and (y/n) asleep on the couch. He stoped to admire them. Sarah was laying on top of (y/n), her head resting on (y/n)s chest. (Y/n)s hands rested on Sarah’s back, like she was playing with her hair when she fell asleep. Brendon picked Sarah up carefull to not wake her or (y/n). Sarah moves a little as he did this but (y/n) didn’t even slightly move. He quickly took Sarah to the room and laid her on the bed. He quickly came back to the living room and got (y/n). As he picked her up, she slightly opened her eyes. She tried saying something but it just came out as a mumble. “Shhh , go back to bed I’m just taking you to the bed.”, Brendon says softly. She’s nodded wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. He smiles softly at her taking her to the room. He lays her down next to Sarah. As soon as he does they both latch on to each other. This makes Brendon smile , he leans over and kisses both of them on the cheek. Before heading to get changed and ready for bed. Once he’s done he crawls in to bed. As he gets settled Sarah moves to the edge of the bed and (y/n) turns snuggling in to his side. He looks at her moving some hair out of her face before pulling her on top of him. She buries her head in to his neck and rest one hand on his chest. Brendon kisses her forehead and pulled the blankets over them. He slowly rubs her back as he slowly falls in to sleep. Look forward to being able to spend a few days with his girls.

Enjoy!-mm

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Kitten 7

AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. Part of my Kitten series. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.

Reader x Brendon x Sarah.

Warnings: So...we’ve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla or extra-slutty behavior (yeah I make changes to the point system)

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, exhibitionism / other kinks (threesome / toy-incorporated sex), public sex, or whatever else I decide is worth a 3.

This chapter has a score of 7, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, mention of toys, “dirty” praise, and some angst at the beginning. They don’t use condoms; please do.

Word count: 10.4k

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The three of you are watching the large tv; your fingers are deep in Sarah’s hair while Brendon leans back, one hand resting possessively on her thigh. Sarah seems invested, and Brendon is making all the appropriate noises at the appropriate times, as far as you can tell. But you’re pretending; you’re far away. Your eyes have glazed over, and your fingers no longer scratch at her scalp affectionately.

You blink once - twice. You can feel the tears coming. “I— excuse me,” you mumble, lifting Sarah’s shoulders so you can wiggle out from under her. You bolt for the stairs, and you can hear both Sarah and Brendon calling after you.

You’ve flung yourself down on the bed in your private room, and you can still hear their voices downstairs. They’re talking lower now, so you can’t quite make out what they’re saying. You roll onto your back, hands covering your face as the tears pour.

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Sarah is stricken, and she leans into Brendon, asking if they should both go upstairs. “No,” he says finally, closing his eyes. “No, I’ll go up. I think I know what this is about, and…no, baby, just let me go for now. I’ll call for you if we need you?” He looks worried, and Sarah nods, stroking his hand.

“I’ll go up and wait in my room,” she whispers, kissing him softly on the cheek. “Call me if either of you need me.”

-||-

Brendon taps at your door before opening it slowly. He pads into the room, but doesn’t come too close. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, and you reach for him without turning.

“Hi, my sweet Kitten,” Brendon murmurs, and you feel a fresh wave of hot tears spill over. You flip to press your face into the pillow, not wanting him to see you upset.

“Kitten,” he says softly, crossing the room to sit next to you on the bed. “Love, can you lift your head for me?” You shake your head, crying harder. It’s one thing to be crying over Sarah’s apparent rejection, but now you’re crying over Brendon seeing you crying too. You know he hates seeing you hurt. “Kitten, my love, you need to lift your head so I can put this towel down.”

You sniffle and look at him now, visibly confused. “Well, you’ve always told me that your silk pillowcases can’t go in the wash; they can’t get wet. I can’t imagine tears are good for them. And while I likely can’t solve the real reason you’re crying, I can attempt to prevent you from crying over ruined silk sheets in the future.” He smiles at you sweetly, gesturing with his free hand to the towel in his left hand.

“Thank you, B,” you mumble, rolling onto your back and sitting up so he can drape the towel across your pillow. Now that it’s safe from your tears, you drop your head back down and press it into the towel. “It’s stupid. I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not,” Brendon chides, scooting onto the bed fully and reaching for you. When he brushes your arm, you go limp, letting him pull you into his lap. “Don’t talk badly about my wife. I won’t stand for it; you know that. I’ll have to spank you.” He tickles your side lightly and you give a feeble laugh. The two of you have never been into corporal punishment, but he has been known to spank you when you talk badly about yourself. “There she is. There’s my best girl,” he murmurs once you’re settled against him, curled against his bare chest with your head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about what happened downstairs, huh?”

You whimper, and he runs a soothing hand down your back. “She doesn’t want—” is all you manage, before breaking down again. Brendon is quiet, just letting his head rest on top of yours. His arms are snug around you, and you can feel his heartbeat. It’s steadying and reassuring, so you wiggle a bit to place a palm over his heart. “Give me a second,” you whisper, and he nods.

When you feel like you can talk again, you take a deep breath and look up at him. “She doesn’t want to be as serious as we do.”

Brendon gives you an incredulous look, opens his mouth, closes it, and then starts again. “I think we were in different conversations, sweetheart. I didn’t come to that conclusion at all.”

“No?”

“No,” Brendon says firmly, shaking his head. “She doesn’t want a big, public thing. She doesn’t want a ton of attention. She just wants us. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” You feel yourself getting a little shrill, and try to tamp it down. “How can we ever get more serious if she doesn’t want the public knowing?”

Brendon pauses for a moment, then studies your face. “Okay, think about it this way. How much more serious can we get, my love? Realistically. She already lives with us. Travels with you whenever you come to me. We’re — all of us — open about how in love we are with each other. We’re incredibly intimate, all the time. We’re constantly all over each other. She’s deep in every part of our lives. We’ve built a life with her. We’re serious, Kitten, in every way: physically, emotionally, and proximally.”

“But…but we bought a—”

“We did, yes. And we can still give it to her, you know. It just won’t be during a big splashy…thing.” He gestures lazily, and you lean against him while you think.

“You really don’t think it means she’s pulling away? That she wants to leave us?”

Brendon laughs softly, affectionately, and kisses your temple. “Not even for a minute. Hold on.” He turns slightly toward your door and calls for Sarah. You hear her door fling open and her running down the hall. Within moments, she’s shoving your door open and flying onto the bed, wrapping you both in her arms.

“Kitten, my sweet girl,” she whispers, and you don’t mean to, but you choke on a sob. “Kitten, baby, what’s wrong?” Sarah is frantic now, and you cling to her, letting the tears come.

“Please, don’t leave us,” you beg, and she tenses under your grasp. You didn’t mean to blurt it out; you hate yourself for begging. But it’s out there now.

“Love, why would I— why would you think I— baby, no. I’m not leaving. Can we talk about this?” You pull away from her and twist to look between her and Brendon. She’s giving him a wild look, and he’s calm, just petting your hair.

“You said,” you pause and hiccup, whimpering and sniffling. “You said you didn’t want the world to know, you wanted to stay hidden away. You don’t want to be a spectacle.”

“Yes,” Sarah agrees slowly, sounding hesitant. “And that’s true. But I also said I love you both so much, and I want to keep our love ours. Wanting the privacy that I agreed to in that NDA — that your very good lawyers drew up, by the way — from four years ago doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” She gives you a pointed look and you try to convince your brain that she’s the reasonable one right now, but your emotions are too strong.

“But,” you protest, “how will we ever get more serious if the world can’t know?”

Sarah sputters a laugh. “Kitten, really? I live with you. I spend practically every night in your bed. I’m so wildly in love with you and Brendon and I say it all the time. I’d like to think I show it just as often. How could we get more serious than where we are now? I’m genuinely asking.”

You avoid her eyes, fiddling with your engagement ring. She must be watching though, because she inhales sharply and you feel her shift to look at Brendon. You can practically hear her brain spinning, and you know she’s wondering if she’s overthinking this. It’s up to Brendon now. He shrugs at you before nodding at Sarah, and she exhales slowly, processing. Meanwhile, your breath is stuck in your throat. “Oh. Oh, Kitten,” she whispers finally. “My love. I see.” She squeezes your hand, and her thumb nudges yours out of the way to rub over the diamond Brendon put on your hand eight years ago.

“You said,” you mumble, still not meeting her eyes. “You said in the tub you wished we could…well I guess I thought you were going to say you wished we could go on a honeymoon. So I thought…I thought that meant you wanted…but then you said…”

“Kitten,” Sarah breathes, cupping your chin to lift your head and meet her eyes. “Baby. If it were possible, I need you to know I absolutely would. No hesitation.”

Brendon gives a tiny sigh of relief, and you blink back tears. “We wanted to…ask you. We planned something for tomorrow.”

“At Disneyland?” She sounds absolutely horrified, and you laugh in spite of yourself. “Kitten - that’d be mayhem. Chaos. Our lives would - life as we know it would implode. Love, no offense but that’s insane.”

“But, eventually, it would pass! And then everyone would know you’re ours! And we’re yours!”

She twists to Brendon now. “Okay, spill, Urie. How did she convince you? That NDA was pretty thorough— dare I say ironclad. Although…” A sly smile plays on her lips, and you poke her impatiently. She laughs a little before continuing. “Fucked me once without a condom and you’re ready to throw all the paperwork away?”

Brendon laughs, and you do too. You slip from his lap and Sarah shifts to lay on the other side of you so you’re being spooned by her and cuddled against Brendon’s chest. “While that certainly helped,” he teases, “Kitten got me by appealing to my, shall we say, possessive nature.”

Sarah makes a soft sound against your neck, pressing kisses to your skin and clutching your hips while Brendon reaches for hers. “Go on.”

“Sarah, baby, I love when we’re around people who already know, and I get to grab you and kiss you and push you up against things and call you mine. But I also miss just being able to flirt and be silly and snuggly together —the three of us. I want to pull you both into my lap and take a nap on the bus and not stress about which driver we have. I want to hold your hands when we’re out, want to show you off, want to take you both out to dinner, kiss you both, be yours,” he admits. “I’m so tired of seeing Mike fake-flirt with you when we go on group outings. I want to keep you and Kitten close to me, keep my girls as close as possible, and I want everyone to work to make you just as happy as they make Kitten, simply because you’re mine too.”

“Right,” you agree, pressing back into her. “I love our love, love how you make me feel, love knowing how I make you feel. Fuck, I especially love watching you with Brendon and knowing you both make each other as wild as you make me. I love you. I fucking love you, Sarah. And I want to scream it so loud that literally everyone knows how much I love you. How much both of us love you.”

“I know how much you love me,” Sarah murmurs. “Isn’t that enough? Can’t it be?” She sounds a little broken, and you hate that you’ve brought this up. But if it’s already on the table, you think, might as well be honest.

“It should be,” you admit, closing your eyes and sighing. “I know it should be enough. But it’s just…not. I want to go out with you in public, touch you, kiss you. Sarah, I love you and you’re mine and I’m yours and I just…” you flail in frustration and she’s smiling against your neck.

“My loves are selfish,” she teases, and you and Brendon both nod without any hesitation. He grins down at you, and you’re so grateful to her for lightening the mood. She nibbles at your neck now, making you giggle and squirm. “My loves like making sure I know who I belong to, hmmm?”

“And who belongs to you,” Brendon adds, and Sarah plants a sweet kiss on your lips when you turn to face her.

“You are both mine, aren’t you?” She plays with a lock of your hair, twisting it in her fingers, and you can feel Brendon, now spooning you, nod too. “My loves,” she sighs happily, and you cling to her when she adjusts so your legs are tangled together. “Okay, I’m not saying no. But I am saying we need to discuss it more and maybe get creative.” She cups your face and smiles at you adoringly. “My sweet Kitten.” You agree breathlessly, moaning happily when she crushes her mouth to yours.

“I would like to point out,” Brendon murmurs, caressing your arm, “that Sarah just echoed you, Kitten, when I brought this up originally.”

“You?” Sarah looks a little stunned, and you laugh, nodding. “Wait, you brought this up first?”

“He did!” You squeal, your tears dry and glee spreading through you now. Sarah is wide-eyed and you think maybe she isn’t breathing, so you kiss her again. “He did. I said yes, of course—”

“After scaring me half to death by telling me we couldn’t,” Brendon interrupts, and you protest, wriggling around to face him once more. “Okay,” he continues, holding up both hands, “she just meant legally.”

“Well, yeah,” Sarah intones, and you huff in protest, rolling over to lay flat on your back. “Oh, Kitten, don’t be like that,” she says with a small laugh. “I’m just saying you’re right.”

“I am,” you mutter, and she and Brendon both smile down at you indulgently. “I am right, and the public knowing about you is a great idea.”

“You know what I think?” Sarah murmurs this now, running her fingers idly up your arm and back down. “I think my girl is just feeling greedy, wanting everyone to know how good she and her husband fuck me.”

“I mean…” you let the words hang there, and Brendon nudges you, laughing under his breath. “No, I’m serious! There’s that one fan photo of you coming off the bus walking weird, and now all of the internet thinks Mike is some sex god, when it was me and Brendon who fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk right for three days!” You’re indignant, and Sarah rolls her eyes a little, grinning all the same. “Mike is great and all—” you twist to look at Brendon when he makes a small noise of surprise. “I mean personality-wise, you goose, not sex-wise,” you say fondly, pecking Brendon on the nose. “But I don’t want him getting credit for our fuck! It was my husband’s cock that did that! And I watched!”

Sarah is flat on her back laughing now, one hand covering her eyes and the other pressed to her chest. “I love you so much, Kitten,” she finally manages. “So much. So much that I will let you attempt to convince me to go public, and I promise I will give you a fair chance when I think about it.” She raises one eyebrow at you, and you hold out your hand to shake on it. “On one condition. You let me eat you out like my life depends on it while B fucks me so good that I can’t stand up after.” You and Brendon both catch your breath and turn to each other. “Well?” Sarah looks at you expectantly.

“I think,” Brendon murmurs, “we can accept that condition.”

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“Oh fuck,” you gasp as her tongue flicks over your clit. “Why — why am I the one getting rewarded here? Fuck, Sarah, your mouth is so good!”

“Because I love this wet cunt,” Sarah gasps against you. “Love eating my Kitten out.” Her fingers clutch at your hips and she buries her face in you again. Brendon is behind her, and he’s keeping his promise; his thrusts are hard and deep. “Harder,” Sarah manages, and you and Brendon both moan.

“I’m gonna leave bruises if I go any harder,” Brendon warns, and Sarah lifts her head. Her mouth is slick with you and she turns to face him wordlessly, her eyes narrowed. “Unless you want the bruises,” Brendon stammers, and Sarah beams at him.

“I wouldn’t say I want them,” she corrects, resting her head on your hip and breathing hard. “But I want your cock as deep in me as you can go, and I want it fast and rough, so if bruises are the price I pay— oh fuck, yeah B, that’s good just like that, fuck my cunt,” she chokes out, and you yelp when she bites down on your hip.

“Leave marks on me,” you whine, squirming under her. She nods, suckling at the bite now, and you moan under the rubbing of her tongue. “That’s right, baby. Mark me up. Now eat me.” Sarah laughs at your bossiness but obliges, dipping her tongue back into you and curling her fingers.

“Fucking love watching you eat my sweet Kitten out,” Brendon grunts, and the rapid sound of his hips slamming against Sarah is pushing you closer to the edge. “Lick her clit, finger her just like I showed you - make her come, make our pretty girl come.”

“You’re about to make our pretty girl come,” you tell him, watching Sarah’s eyes close. “You’re fucking her so good; she’s gonna come all over your cock. She’s moaning all low, oh shit baby, lick it! Fuck yeah, she’s gonna be our messy girl, aren’t you?” She nods, and you squirm, reaching for Brendon.

He leans forward and it’s a stretch, but your fingers brush. He groans when you clasp his hand, and Sarah’s eyes go wide; you know she must feel his cock throbbing in her. “Don’t come in me, hold on just a bit longer. I’m so fucking close,” she begs, and Brendon lets out a tight laugh.

“Trying real hard not to come, sweetness. But between those sounds you’re making while you eat our girl’s pussy, how good your cunt feels on my cock, and seeing Kitten totally blissed out, it’s a real challenge. I’ll pull out if I— fuck, you’re both so hot, you’re making me fucking crazy. I gotta come.”

“Don’t come in her,” you tell him. “Even if it would mean me eating her out to get every drop of you on my tongue where your cum belongs.”

Sarah whines, Brendon gasps, and you grin, sticking your tongue out at them both and wiggling it suggestively.

“Now,” Sarah hisses, and she buries her face in you, shrieking and licking her way through her climax. Brendon is frozen, head tossed back as she comes around his cock. As soon as Sarah’s breathing evens out, he pulls away and collapses on his back beside you. “Gotta come, Kitten,” he groans, stroking himself urgently.

“Not yet,” you beg, and Brendon grunts in his effort to stay in control. His back arches as he thrusts into his fist, and the sound of his labored breathing drives you wild. His arm flexes as he grips his cock at the base, and you whine, reaching for him as beads of pre-cum glisten at the tip. “In my mouth, B. Come in my mouth, gimme.” Sarah is working urgently between your thighs, and you’re writhing, gasping, scratching at the sheets. “I’m gonna come, want you to come in my mouth,” you demand.

Brendon gets to his knees and kneels beside you, eyes dark as you squirm under Sarah’s fingers and tongue. He’s stroking his cock slowly, breathing hard through his nose. You beckon him closer, reaching for him so you can wrap your hand around his. “Kitten, I’m not gonna—”

“Mouth,” you insist, and Brendon bites down on his lip just as the head of his cock brushes against your lower lip.

Sarah groans against you, and you close your lips over him. “Fuck me, your mouth is heaven,” Brendon sighs with his eyes shut tight. “Come on her face,” he tells you, and you’ve always prided yourself on following his instructions. You claw at the sheets and shriek around his cock, and Sarah moans happily, lapping at you.

Your mouth tightens around his cock and you feel him twitch once, twice, and then he’s coming, chanting your name, petting your hair, sinking down and letting you take more of him in your mouth.

Sarah is collapsed between your thighs, her soaked face resting against your stomach. You’re still spread wide, one hand on Brendon’s cock, keeping him in place, and the other digging small crevices into the mattress under you. Brendon is panting now, finally done and slumped down beside you, and you swallow with satisfaction before licking your lips.

“You’re a freak, you know that, Kitten?” Brendon asks the question breathlessly, laughing when you grin and nod without any comment. Instead, you reach down and rub your fingers against yourself, getting them thoroughly wet, before pressing them to his mouth. He groans and sucks happily, while Sarah reaches for him. You’re perfectly content as their hands interlock over your chest, his tongue still licking over your fingers.

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“I suppose you’re wondering what movie I’ve chosen,” you announce two nights later as Brendon and Sarah settle on the couch and you pace in front of the wall-mounted TV.

“I hope it’s The Aristocats,” Brendon murmurs, and Sarah groans. “What? It’s how Kitten got her nickname!”

“One, I refuse to believe that,” Sarah says, holding up one finger and then another. “Two, I cannot. I just cannot; please do not make me.”

“But Kitten has a full tap number to Everybody Wants to Be a Cat,” Brendon protests. Sarah sighs, closes her eyes, and pinches the bridge of her nose before looking at you.

“You tap dance?”

“I do not,” you reply proudly. “My routine is deeply terrible. Brendon loves it.”

“You are both freaks,” Sarah declares, laughing and moving like she’s going to get off the couch. Brendon hooks an arm around her waist and she squeals as you look on affectionately.

“It’s not any movie, actually. I want to use my turn for movie night to present to you an opportunity.”

They both freeze and look at you, Brendon a bit more wary than Sarah. “This sounds like a pyramid scheme, Kitten,” he warns, and you roll your eyes. “I’m going to change all of our phone passwords so you can’t bully our friends into joini—ow, I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Brendon laughs when you pounce on him and bite at his ear.

“Uh huh,” you murmur, stroking his chest. “Be careful, or I’ll let you keep getting too many or not enough amino acids.”

“Not my amino acids,” he gasps with a broad smile, while Sarah tugs at your hair, bringing you in for a soft kiss. “Oh, but this is good too,” Brendon mumbles, watching the two of you. “Is this the opportunity? Are we finally going to make a sex tape? Fuck yes, wanna see my girls get real dirty with each other on camera, touch each other, fuck each other so good. Wanna see you both take the other with toys, make each other come hot and messy, shit I’ll watch it every night on tour and come for you both, oh my god...” he tips his head back and you see him grab his cock through his sweatpants from the corner of your eye.

“No,” you murmur against Sarah’s mouth, giggling a little. “We’re not making a sex tape.”

“I just wanted to make out with our girl,” Sarah replies, sounding very distracted.

“Exactly. I have a real presentation for you both.”

“But is a sex tape on the table?” Brendon sounds a little desperate, and you pull away from Sarah to stare at him.

“I don’t think that’s the way you want the three of us to go public,” you murmur, crawling back into his lap and kissing down his neck. He groans when you grind down against his cock, and you bite slightly, relishing the way his pulse jumps under your lips.

“It’s not how I want to go public,” Sarah adds, reaching in between the two of you to rub over Brendon’s dick. He arches into her hand, and she squeezes. “But after…”

You and Brendon both whip your heads to look at her. “After?” Your eyes are wide and you can feel Brendon, tensed under you. “As in, you’ll let us go public? And then after we’ll make a sex tape?” Sarah hesitates, and you barrel on. “Because if my presentation has gone to waste because you’ve already made up your mind…”

“That’s what your presentation is on?” Brendon sounds both incredulous and disappointed, and you and Sarah both pop him lightly on the shoulder.

“Well it wasn’t a pyramid scheme, but now I’m not going to show you,” you say with a pout, and Brendon rolls his eyes before flipping you over to one side so he can straddle you and make loud snuffling sounds against your neck while he presses his hard cock into you. You squeal, squirming under him, and Sarah laughs, reaching to pin your feet down and hold you still. “Traitor,” you shriek, making Brendon cackle and hold a hand back for Sarah to high-five.

“If I let you up,” Brendon murmurs in your ear, “will you please show us your presentation?”

“Yes.”

“Sarah, release our Kitten,” Brendon declares dramatically. “She’s agreed to bless us with her PowerPoint skills.”

“I hate you,” you grumble as you trip off the couch. Sarah gasps but you stand upright, arms overhead like a gymnast, and Sarah cheers while Brendon pelts you with cheddar popcorn. “Now prepare to be amazed.”

“If there aren’t star-wipe transitions, I’m walking out,” Brendon warns, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it on the tip of his tongue.

You pause by the TV, giving him a long look. “I just have to know; are you this much of a pain in the ass in Panic! meetings?”

“Yup.” He catches another piece of popcorn and grins at you. “You love me anyway.”

“Fuck, I really do. So much,” you sigh dreamily, but quickly roll your shoulders back and set up your phone to cast to the TV. “Ready?”

Brendon holds out an arm to Sarah, and she burrows into his side. They both give you a thumbs up.

You advance to the first slide, and let them absorb the masterpiece that is your title. “Kitten is that…”Sarah pauses, and you grin, nodding. “I thought so.”

The background is a closeup photo of Brendon backstage with the two of you. He’s standing between the two of you, and you’re all facing away from the camera. This shot is zoomed in on his hands though. He’s got one hand under your skirt, pushing it up just enough to show the curve of your ass off for the camera, and the other is slid into Sarah’s back pocket. Her pants are so tight that you can clearly see the flex of his fingers as he grips her possessively. Across the photo, you’ve put in bold: The Benefits of Publicly Acknowledging Our Throuplehood: Or, Reasons People Should Know We Fuck.

“Okay,” you say firmly, clapping your hands together. “Let’s get started. If we go public, it’ll be easier to bring you on tour. Brendon can add your travel as a line item because you’re our partner, and we can be open and slutty or adorable and cute whenever we want.”

You advance the slide, and the next photo is the three of you in a pile on the floor of a dressing room with Brendon and Sarah contorted around you. Brendon’s wearing your favorite hoodie and you’ve buried your face in his chest. Sarah is curled around you, your legs tangled together and both of her hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn, we’re cute,” Sarah murmurs, and Brendon tips her face up to his for a soft kiss.

“So cute,” you agree. “If we’re public, we don’t have to use Mike.” You flip to the next slide, and it’s two side-by-side photos. The first is a posed photo of Mike and Sarah at a club, looking just slightly too awkward to be believable. The other is one Nicole took on your phone in a private room at the same club; Brendon’s backed against a wall with Sarah pressed to his side and kissing down his neck. They each have a hand in your hair as you kneel in front of Brendon, and his belt is clearly undone, pants gaping open as you blow him. Brendon’s other hand is on the hem of Sarah’s dress - he’s lifting it up high and she’s leaning into him as she balances on one leg, the other leg draped over your shoulder. You can tell from the looks on their faces now that they remember that night; you on your knees for them both in some club in Florida, alternating between sucking him off and eating her out. You were so desperate for praise, and they gave it so freely as you made them both come in your mouth and on your face. “You tell me which scenario looks better.”

You don’t wait for their response; you move on to the next slide. Mike’s face fills your TV. “Hi Sarah, my beloved fake girlfriend,” his prerecorded voice booms. “When, uh, Kitten said you were thinking about going public with her and Brendon, I knew I wanted to say something. As your fake boyfriend, I fully support you and I just want what’s right for you. You can even be the one to dump me.” He grins into the camera, and Sarah laughs as she wipes at her eyes. “I’ll punch anyone who gives any of you shit, and not just because Brendon’s my boss - because I love you three, and I think you’re great together. So I know I don’t really get a say in what happens, but I think it’s a great idea and I’ll do whatever I can to help. Plus…” he trails off for a moment and you snicker under your breath at what comes next. “Plus, if you three are out to the public, I don’t have to stand guard anymore while you, uh, spend time together. And I could maybe date someone for real — not that I haven’t loved being your — I don’t mean that I love you — well, I do but I don’t — I’m not —”

You pause the recording and tell them, “it goes on like that for a while.” Brendon laughs and shakes his head, while Sarah looks emotional and is cuddling into Brendon needily. “See, and if we were — well, if everyone knew, we could just be sweet and snuggly like this all the time.”

“You’re making good points,” Sarah murmurs as Brendon hauls her into his lap and nuzzles her affectionately. You advance the slides and they both groan; the photo is one of you, splayed naked in the big bed, your arms draped over your head and your legs parted teasingly. “That’s a very good point,” Sarah adds, and Brendon nods eagerly.

“I thought so,” you say with a small smile. “Now, moving on. If it’s known that you’re ours, you won’t have to run all the errands any longer.” They both look puzzled, and you shrug. “You’d be a public figure. You’d be in danger of getting swarmed. And that’s another thing—”

You click to the next slide, and it’s a video of Brendon this time. You’ve taken a quick segment from one of the videos he’s sent you both while he was away, and now he’s on screen, urgently stroking his cock and moaning your names.

“Are you trying to condition me into agreeing with your points by putting up dirty photos and videos?”

“If you have to ask,” and you laugh a bit, “you’ve already lost. Now, as I was saying. You’d be in danger of getting swarmed if you went out and about. So if everyone knew, we could hire another personal security officer. And you could have a driver.”

Brendon goes to open his mouth and you wave a hand at him to keep him quiet. “Not that you’d need your own driver; we go everywhere together. But I would like for you to have a PSO assigned to you all the time; I hate the idea of Alex having to manage both of us. It’s fine when nothing is going on, but if something were to happen…” you trail off and you can tell that Brendon’s mind is made up. He’ll be adding another PSO, regardless of what Sarah decides.

“Ultimately,” you declare, crossing the living room to lay beside Sarah and rest your head in her lap, “if everyone knows, we can keep you safer in the long run and spend less time hiding, which is time that can be spent fucking.”

-||-

“I still don’t want a public proposal,” Sarah warns, and she makes eye contact with you in the large bathroom mirror. You hold up both hands, and she rolls her eyes. “Kitten, you do have some say in the matter. So tell your husband that he cannot ask me to commit to him in public.”

“First of all,” you retort playfully, “we’re both asking you to commit to us. We’re not sister wives, love. We’re a throuple. If anything, you and Brendon are the sister wives. You’re both mine.” She cracks a small grin at this, and you wrap your arms around her. “Second, I will do what I can.”

“That’s all I ask,” Sarah says agreeably, turning her attention back to her lipstick. “Is going out to dinner a good idea? Just the three of us?”

“Why not?” You shrug. “The world knows we’re friends. Can’t a friend join a couple for dinner?” You raise your eyebrows and Sarah seems to accept this. “Besides, we’ll be going to dinner together more once we’re out.”

“You keep saying out, like we’re coming out.”

“Well we are, in a way. Everyone knows Brendon’s pansexual. I don’t know if the world knows about me, since I’ve only ever been linked to Brendon. You’ve been linked to Mike this whole time. And even if the world did know our preferences, we’re adding the polyamorous label. We are coming out, kind of.”

“You’re making me nervous,” Sarah mumbles, concentrating on her eyeliner. You take the opportunity, kissing a lazy line along her exposed shoulder and up her neck.

“I could distract you instead,” you offer, purposefully adopting a sultry tone. She gives you a long look in the mirror, and you grin at her. “Is that a yes?”

She drops her eyeliner on the counter and turns to face you. “It’s a yes,” she whispers against your mouth, and you grab at her hips, lifting her as she arches to perch on the counter.

“I love when you say yes. Keep practicing that,” you tell her, kissing her needily and using both hands to slide her dress up her thighs. She laughs into your embrace and wiggles slightly, helping you get the dress out of your way. “Needy girl,” you comment when Sarah grabs your hand and shoves it between her thighs.

“Very,” she agrees, moaning when you tease her through her panties. ��Kitten, don’t te— oh, that’s so good,” Sarah sighs, slumping back against the mirror and spreading her legs more. You haven’t slid her panties off yet; you’re just rolling your thumb over her clit and watching her chest rise and fall. She’s wet enough for you to feel it through the material, and you know you’re only teasing both of you by delaying.

“Tell me you want my fingers,” you murmur in her ear, and she gasps the words back to you. “That’s my best girl.” You nudge her panties to the side and slip two fingers in, relishing the way Sarah moans your name.

“More, please.”

“More?” You kiss along her neck and let your fingers go deeper. “Fucking love this pussy. Love watching you react when I curl my fingers…” you curl them now, and Sarah’s hips jolt as you press right where she loves it.

“God, yes,” she pants, and you momentarily regret not wearing underwear; you’re so turned on and you’re aware of the slickness on your inner thighs. Her body tenses, and you return your thumb to her clit. “Fuck, Kitten, yes!”

“Feels good, baby? I know it does. Love feeling you clench around my fingers. You love my fingers deep in your perfect cunt, don’t you?”

She nods desperately, her own fingers gripping the counter. “Fucking love how wet you get for me,” you murmur, rubbing with your fingers and watching her mouth fall open. “Damn, you’re so hot. Want my girl to come all over my hand, want you to lose your mind from my thumb teasing your clit, want you to let go for me, baby.”

Your fingers move faster, rubbing and pressing insistently. She’s gasping and panting, squeezing around your fingers and grinding back against your thumb. “Gonna come,” she manages, one hand still on the counter and the other tugging at her nipples through her dress. “Gonna come on your hand, fuck I’m so close I’m gonna - Kitten, you’re right on my G-spot, that’s gonna make me—”

“Soak my hand, pretty girl. If we weren’t headed out to dinner in ten minutes, I’d get down there and tease your clit with my tongue and get you to drench my face.” You press a bit more firmly and rock your hand, smiling when she gasps your name. You lean in and kiss just behind her ear, and you feel her let go.

“Fuck! Kitten! Now!” Sarah squeals before dissolving into breathless praise. You wait until she’s no longer squeezing your fingers and slip them from her. “Oh god,” she moans, and you give her a small, pleased smile as you start licking your fingers clean.

She pulls you in close, kissing you urgently, and you sigh into her mouth as you return the kiss. You’re both getting lost in it; she’s wrapping one of her legs around your waist and the other is slotted between your thighs. You’re grinding down against her, tugging at her hair and feeling your own orgasm start to build.

“Kitten, Sarahbaby, we need to…” Brendon trails off as he steps into the bathroom and sees the two of you.

“She’s so close, B,” Sarah moans, beckoning Brendon over with one hand. “She made me come so hard on her fingers and now she’s close, don’t make us leave before our pretty Kitten’s come all over my thigh.”

“As if I could deny either of you anything,” Brendon murmurs, crossing the bathroom floor with long strides and plastering himself to your back. “But we can’t be late for our reservation.” He grabs the hem of your dress and shoves it up around your waist, and you whine, rolling your hips back. Brendon kisses the back of your neck just as he slides two fingers into you, and you shriek as he goes deep, curling and rubbing and searching. “Come, Kitten,” he whispers in your ear. “Be our good girl and come all over Sarah’s thigh. She wants it. You want it. And I can feel how you’re squeezing my fingers; you wanna be my sluttiest, messiest, dirtiest girl and come for us?”

You moan and lift your still-slick hand back for him, and he sucks greedily at your fingers. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Love the taste of Sarah’s sweet pussy. What a good girl you were, making her come that hard.” His words make your stomach tighten, and he rocks forward, pressing his erection against your ass while his fingers speed up. “Now you need to come hard too. Give me all that sweetness.” You shudder, whispering his name, and Sarah tugs your face close and kisses you feverishly as you give in to his touch and come all over his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Wish it was my tongue pressing into your cunt while my nose rubs against your clit, wish you were coming on my face, but I can suck this delicious slickness off of my fingers and be happy. Give me all of it, Kitten; soak my hand and Sarah’s thigh, feel my wet fingers on your clit and imagine my tongue, licking you so sweetly.” It rocks through you, and you’re shaking, unable to process anything except the wet heat between your legs, her tongue in your mouth, and his cock against your ass. You cry out as you come again.

“Fuck,” Sarah groans against your lips. “Kitten, I can feel you dripping off his fingers onto my thigh. I’m so fucking wet for you. Need to get fucked. We both do.”

“My loves, as good as that sounds, Alex is waiting in the car for us,” Brendon says softly after a moment of watching you two kiss. “And I don’t mean to rush you, but…”

“Yes, you do,” you laugh wearily, grinning at Sarah and petting her hair back into place. She rubs her thumb against your lip to fix your lipstick, and you do the same for her.

“Yes, I do,” Brendon agrees with a small smile. “Let’s get my two slutty girls in the car so I can feed them and then get them back to their bed, so I can take care of their needs.”

-||-

“That is not our car,” you comment, stating the obvious as the three of you leave the house. Brendon grins and wraps an arm around your waist before tangling his fingers into Sarah’s and leading both of you toward the limo idling by the corner. “What is this?”

“This, sweetheart, is a limo.”

“I’m going to punch you,” you deadpan, cutting your eyes to him and he kisses your cheek and tugs you closer. “I mean, why all the fuss?” He smiles against your cheek and takes your hand, guiding it down to his pants. “Brendon Urie, if you are going to make me grab your dick in front of Ale– oh!” You feel the square ring box in his pocket, and you turn to look at him. Sarah pauses too, and you urge her onward with a bright smile. “Never mind, Alex has seen me do way dirtier things with your cock than just grabbing it.”

“You’re being weird,” Sarah tells you both, and Brendon shrugs, opening the door for the two of you. “But I love you anyway.”

“Good,” Brendon murmurs, tugging you into his lap and draping an arm over Sarah. “Now, as to Kitten’s question, all of this fuss is for Alex.” Sarah gives him an odd look, and you smirk, interested in how he’ll spin this. “He said he’d never driven a limo before, and I was like, well we’ve got to change that.”

Alex twists from the front seat and nods, smiling widely. “Not that I don’t love your regular cars. They’re great. Really fun. But like I was saying to Brendon, I want more “big car” experience, so we thought, why not?”

“I don’t believe you,” Sarah murmurs in Brendon’s ear, and he grins.

“Next week we’re getting a stretch Range Rover,” Brendon tells you, and you lean back against him, relishing Sarah’s confusion. “Ooh, Kitten–” he winces and shifts you a little. “You’re right on my–”

“Yes, and you’re so hard,” you moan happily. “Pity we didn’t get to take care of you before leaving the house, but I love this cock.” You wiggle again to one side, and he sighs in relief. “I could take care of you now.” Sarah leans in, asking if you’re being slutty with a knowing grin.

“Obviously,” you tell her with a quick peck to her lips. “B is pressing into me and, as you both already know, I’m not wearing underwear under this very short dress.” Alex coughs discreetly from the front, and Brendon nips at your neck playfully.

“Bad girl, scandalizing Alex. He didn’t do anything to you,” Brendon teases, and you apologize, but continue squirming against Brendon. “Kitten, if you’re gonna keep wiggling, I’m gonna come in my pants,” he whispers against your neck, and you make a small, happy sound. “No, love, that’s bad,” he says with a laugh.

“Don’t tease,” Sarah tells you, stroking your cheek affectionately. “Want him hard and on edge for us when dinner is over.”

“What makes you think if I make him come now, he won’t be hard again by the end of dinner?”

“You two are killing me,” Brendon groans, and Alex laughs again and makes eye contact with Brendon before slowly raising the panel divider. “Now see what you did,” Brendon says with a laugh. “Poor Alex has to ride in silence.”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll be silent,” you murmur, slipping down to the floor and tugging at his belt.

-||-

“I’m lowering the partition,” Alex calls as he cracks it. Sarah squeezes hard around the base of Brendon’s cock and he jerks in your mouth, groaning as you suck eagerly. “We’re here.”

“Coming,” Brendon grunts, running a hand through his hair and gasping when you suck him down further and swallow. “Fucking hell, Kitten.”

“Our girl is greedy,” Sarah reminds him, moving her hand so you can take more of him happily. “She wants all of your cock, all of your cum in her mouth.”

“I’m in a no parking zone,” Alex comments, not turning around. Brendon groans again when you lick your way off of his length, paying extra attention to the tip.

“We’re only waiting on B now,” you murmur, rocking back on your heels and wiping at your mouth delicately. “Love, how’s my lipstick?”

“Completely gone,” Sarah tells you, passing you your clutch. “But we can touch it up in the bathroom.”

-||-

The hostess took Brendon’s note about a private table, and the three of you are tucked away in a round booth with tall framing. At your insistence, Sarah is in the middle. This way you and Brendon can both shower her with attention and affection the way you’ve always wanted to whenever you’re out in public. You might be going overboard with the babying, but it just feels so novel, so good to get to act like no one is watching.

Everything has been going so well, and Brendon taps your foot under the table. He raises one eyebrow without Sarah noticing, and you nod. This is it. You’re both going to ask the woman you love to officially commit to you. You meet his eyes and realize that you haven’t prepared anything to say, and you wonder if he has. You hope he has.

The waiter stops by, and Brendon orders three glasses of champagne. “Champagne?” Sarah asks, giving him a curious look. “Are we celebrating something?” He shrugs, murmuring something about it always being a celebration when he gets to show off his girls. The waiter comes back, pops the bottle, and pours. Brendon collects the three glasses in front of him as the waiter leaves. He’s quick; you wouldn’t have seen it if you hadn’t been watching for it: he drops the ring in Sarah’s glass.

As quick as Brendon was, everything seems to be happening in slow motion now. You glance up and see your waiter staring hard at the three of you. His phone is by his waist, and he’s got it aimed at your table. You have a bad feeling. Brendon is passing Sarah’s glass to her, and you let out a tiny yelp of panic. You grab for her glass and drain it in one sip, shifting the ring under your tongue.

“Kitten, what the—” Brendon starts, but Sarah cuts him off.

“Was that a ri—”

You say the only thing you can think of that will get you away from them quickly. “I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, scooting out of the booth and rushing to the bathroom. Sarah’s trying to get to her feet, and Brendon is dropping his card on the table and sliding out of his side of the booth to follow you.

“Kitten, are you okay?” Brendon reaches for you once you’re both in the long hallway leading to the restrooms. You spit the ring out and hand it to him, explaining that the waiter was watching and, you think, filming. You knew Sarah didn’t want any attention, and you panicked. Brendon goes pale, then flushes with anger. “I’ll kill him,” he mutters, pacing a little now.

“You won’t,” you say, stroking his arm. “Nothing happened. We’re okay.” He looks frustrated, reminding you that the proposal is ruined, and you sigh, holding him tightly. “Not ruined. Just needs to be adjusted. Now come on. Our girl is alone in that booth.”

This makes Brendon stand up straighter, and he slips the ring back into the box. Once it’s nestled safely in the velvet, he wraps an arm around your waist to lead you back to the table. “You’re exactly right,” he murmurs in your ear. “It’s not ruined, just in need of adjustment.” He kisses your cheek and, when you’re back in Sarah’s line of vision, he holds out his hand to her. “Shall we go home, my sweet girls?”

She nods, passing him his card and the signed slip. He glances down at it, then back at her with a soft smile. “You tipped too well, my darling, all things considered,” he murmurs, giving you a sidelong glance. “But I love your generous heart.”

-||-

“Kitten,” Sarah says, brushing your hair back off of your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. The two of you are stripped down to your soft matching camisole sets and seated at your vanity, her thigh pressed to yours as you both finish taking off your makeup. “Why did you treat that champagne like it was a shot?” She gives you a playful look, and you meet Brendon’s eyes in the mirror. He’s lounging on the bed watching the two of you fondly.

“I was in the mood to celebrate quickly,” you quip, and Sarah bites your shoulder as if scolding you. “It doesn’t matter,” you tell her now, turning a little to kiss her. “Nothing matters except you, and that man waiting in our bed.”

“That’s me,” Brendon murmurs, giving a languid stretch and beckoning you both over. “I’m the man waiting in your bed. Come to me, my beautiful girls.” Sarah returns the kiss and then nods toward Brendon. You pull your hair back and stand; Sarah swats you on the ass lightly and you squeal, jumping a little and spinning to look at her. “You earned that, Kitten,” Brendon tells you with a broad grin. “It was expensive champagne.”

“Bill me,” you retort playfully, jumping onto the bed next to him. He rolls his eyes at you affectionately and pins you underneath him for a long embrace. You sigh into it, clinging to him and shivering when his fingers trail up your thigh. “Sarah,” you whimper, and she’s quick to join you in the bed. She presses herself against your side, and Brendon moves his hand from your thigh to hers. “Get in the middle,” you urge her, and Brendon nods, shifting to make space for her. “Want to watch B finger you.”

“Oh,” Sarah sighs, arching and spreading her legs so Brendon can slip his fingers up along her inner thigh and under her shorts. “Oh that’s so good…fuck, Brendon, please…” He pulls his fingers back and offers them to you; you kiss them softly before sucking them into your mouth and licking them clean. Once you’re done, you kiss them again and work at getting Sarah’s shorts off.

“So soft,” Brendon whispers, stroking and rubbing two wet fingers against her while you move to her cami. “My girl’s pussy is so soft, so wet, so perfect.” He slides his fingers in, groaning when Sarah gasps and whispers his name. “Kitten, feel her.”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, shifting and adding a finger to his two. “Fuck, I cannot get enough of you.” You kiss her hungrily, and she clutches your face to hers. “Want to be with you forever,” you murmur, kissing your way down her neck so Brendon can capture her lips. “Want you, forever.”

“Be ours, always,” Brendon says, using his free hand to cup her face. “Say you’ll be ours.” He looks at her pleadingly. “I know you’re here now and you’re ours, but we want…” Brendon breaks off, looking at you.

“We want to make forever as real as we can,” you tell her. She stares between you two, tears welling in her eyes, and you look at Brendon. “Get the ring,” you say softly, and he practically falls off the bed. Sarah whimpers as his fingers leave her, and you quickly add another, smiling at her indulgently when she makes a pleased sound. Brendon’s back with the box, and he opens it for Sarah to see the ring.

“Holy shit,” she chokes out, staring at it and then you. “Oh my god, yes. I mean, obviously, yes— was this— Kitten, was this in the glass of champagne?”

“Yes,” you admit. “But I only hid it because I’m reasonably sure that waiter was filming us.” Her face pales and you cling to her. “It’s okay. We knew you don’t want anything big or splashy and I figured cellphone footage of us proposing on TMZ wouldn’t make you happy. So I hid the ring as best I could on short notice.” You take the ring from Brendon and slide it onto her finger. “But it’s yours. Are you happy?”

“I’m so happy,” Sarah breathes, kissing you fiercely. “I’m so fucking happy. Oh my god, I don’t think I could be any happier.” She kisses Brendon, and you take a moment to watch your girlfriend with a ring on her finger embrace your husband. She turns to you, the question clear on her face.

“I’m so fucking happy,” you tell them, and Brendon pulls you into him, laughing giddily when Sarah pulls at you too. The three of you sprawl across the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and deep, needy kisses. Sarah squirms under you, and you straddle her as Brendon strokes down over his cock. “Can we…can we try something new?” You look at both of them, and Sarah raises an eyebrow while Brendon nods willingly. “Want you to…to fuck both of us,” you tell him. “I’ve always wanted…but because you used condoms with Sarah, it would’ve been too much to- well, I mean, I want…I want you to fuck us both. Alternate between us,” you finally say.

Brendon inhales sharply, staring at the two of you, nestled together. “Fuck,” he murmurs, and you watch his cock throb in his fist. “We’d need to…I’ll need you to spread your legs, both of you, so I could kneel — and we need a wedge, to tilt Sarah up.” Sarah scrambles out from under you and darts to the closet so she can grab her favorite wedge. “And Kitten, you’ll have to take care of her while I’m fucking you. I’ll be able to rub your clit while I’m in her, but I don’t think vice versa.”

“I think I can manage that,” you promise, nibbling down Sarah’s neck as she wiggles back into place on top of the wedge and you climb over her, spreading your legs wide to get as low and as close as possible. “I was hoping to be fully pressed against her while you fucked us, but that might not work with the wedge.”

Sarah pulls you down for a kiss and runs her hands over your breasts, moaning into your mouth as she squeezes and lifts. “I can play with your tits while we get fucked. I’m satisfied. You might not be flush against me, but we’re touching and I can— oh god, I can feel his cock sliding into you!” She arches against you and you moan too, dipping your hips a little so Brendon can grab at you. You prop yourself up with one arm and reach down between your bodies to tease at Sarah’s slick entrance. “Finger my cunt while he fucks you,” she begs, rubbing back against your fingers.

Brendon groans behind you and squeezes your hips, thrusting hard and deep. You match his pace with Sarah, crying out whenever you feel him throb inside you. You’ve got two fingers buried in her and your thumb on her clit, and you curl them slightly, seeking. Brendon sinks a little lower, angling up, and you gasp just as Sarah’s eyes go wide. “Is that the spot, baby?” You manage, already knowing the answer from how she’s rocking her hips. “Is this how you want me to fuck you with my fingers? Get them deep in this wet pussy and press right there, rubbing and thrusting til you come all over my hand? Do it baby, show me how much you love my fingers in this hot cunt.”

Brendon pulls out and you feel the slick, smooth head of his cock nudge your fingers. You move them for him, and Sarah squeals at the sudden thickness. His fingers find your clit, and, between those small circles and the way his cock slides against you as he fills her, you know you’re close to your first of the night. He knows it too, because he’s sighing your name, telling you to come all over Sarah.

Your stomach clenches and he moves faster, making Sarah gasp as he fucks her urgently. His thrusts jostle you on top of Sarah, and with his two fingers slipping in deep, you can close your eyes and imagine his cock taking you like this. Just as good is whenever you open your eyes, you can see Sarah reacting to him fucking her.

It isn’t long before he switches again, and you moan low in the back of your throat. They both know you’re close to coming, and Sarah pinches your nipple while biting at your shoulder. “Come all over me,” she murmurs, and you shriek, rocking back against Brendon’s cock fully sheathed in you. Your whole body tenses and you’re rigid; it’s just waves and waves of bliss rolling over you and wet heat dripping, being smeared along your inner thighs as Brendon fucks you through it.

“Perfect fucking cunt, my Kitten has the perfect cunt,” he groans, his head tipped back. “Came hot and hard on my cock and got it all over our sweet Sarah, holy fuck.” He’s panting and moaning behind you, and you’re still shaking when he switches back to Sarah and his fingers fill you. “My god, my girls have the hottest, wettest pussies; I’m the luckiest man alive. Get to fuck my perfect girls like this forever.”

“Fuck her,” you beg, rubbing your own clit while Brendon’s fingers thrust and curl in you. “Make her come, wanna lick her clean.” Brendon’s thrusts falter and Sarah moans, echoing your pleas. “Come on, B,” you gasp, squeezing around his fingers. “Make our girl soak the sheets so I can get down there and lick her cunt clean. You wanna watch? You wanna see my pretty pink tongue licking her sweet pussy? I’ll be such a good girl for you both, I’ll get her off and share it with you, let you taste her too so you know what you do to us. Make her come, B, please.”

He lets out a strangled groan while Sarah clings to you and whispers a long stream of praise and filth and writhes as she comes hard. “Up on both hands, Kitten,” Brendon orders, and once he can see you’re balanced above Sarah, he tugs you backward just enough for your face to rest between her thighs. “Eat our girl out.”

You thank him eagerly and press your face to Sarah. He pushes into you hard, and you moan against her clit. She gasps and arches under you, reaching down with both hands to hold your mouth in place. She’s grinding against your tongue while Brendon pounds into you, his middle finger following a frenzied pattern over your clit. “I’m gonna come,” he warns, and you nod enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up because Sarah’s grip on your head doesn’t allow you to talk. “Gonna come deep in my slutty Kitten’s cunt, gonna fill her, oh fuck, take it all, take it, take it, my good girl takes my cock she’s such a good girl, such a good slut, so fucking — oh shit shit shit, now, Kitten now!”

He comes with a loud, drawn out groan, and the pulsing throb of his cock in you makes you moan into Sarah, who scratches at the sheets and comes again on your tongue. You fall apart again, tight around Brendon who’s still deep in you. The room is spinning; you can’t think straight, all you know is her hands in your hair, her clit on your tongue, and his cock deep in your pussy. “Kitten,” Sarah pants, finally releasing your head. You whimper their names and go limp. “Fuck, Kitten, are you okay?”

You roll off of her and Brendon moves with you, his face buried in your shoulder and his arms tight around your waist. He’s clearly unwilling to pull out, and you don’t care at all. You love him inside you, love feeling him and the heat he provides. You moan again when you become aware of her slickness all over your face, down your chin and neck, and Brendon’s cum drips down your inner thighs. “I’m thoroughly fucked and covered in my two favorite people’s cum,” you manage breathlessly, licking your lips and grinning in a self-satisfied way. “I couldn’t possibly be better.”

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