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[smolla-than-a-bug]

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—crispin and basilio x reader

you promised alexandra you’d be back home by two in the morning, but the violent ringing of your phone is quickly forgotten when you end up locked in a bathroom with the two demigods

navi | trese m.list | clubbing with crispin and basilio

content — fem!reader, nsfw, smut, swearing, alcohol, threesome, blood, choking, oral, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia and spanking, unprotected seggs, conyo boys everywhere

notes — putangina .

You're well aware that you're in the middle of investigating an ongoing case, but to be fair, you've all been working nonstop for a week. You'd go to bed just as the sun's about to show, feeling drained of all energy, and then you'd be dragged out of bed by none other than Alexandra herself around an hour later feeling even more exhausted. You'd be lucky to even have an extra thirty minutes with her as the boss.

Luckily, you were able to get a break out of her with the help of the twins. It only took countless hours of relentless begging and appealing to her throughout the duration of the day. You suspected that she already had her mind made up once the idea was proposed yet decided to fuck with you all anyway, just to make things more difficult. Either way, the week's worth of treating her to lunch beats doing laundry in her place. R.I.P. Crispin, should have gone for the dishes instead because now he has to deal with Basilio's deadly underwear.

But all worries for the following days were completely eradicated once the day was over as you immediately found yourselves lost in a club you can't remember the name of somewhere in Makati.

The loud music flows through your body, and you’re dancing without a care in the world. Your body moves on its own accord. It’s hot even for you, leaving you briefly wondering how the twins were doing in their suits since they hadn't bothered changing attire.

Speaking of the twins, where'd they even go? You swear they were literally just there with you. You entered the place together not even two minutes ago, and you've already lost sight of one other... Unless you didn't actually enter together and you just mistook someone else for one of the brothers? What if you left Basilio in the other bar? Or in the one before that? Oh well, he'll catch up eventually. If he doesn't, you'll just resort to seeing whether he actually got back home tomorrow when you wake up. It's his fault for lagging behind anyway.

Mindlessly, you laugh to yourself. The night is too young to already be thinking of going home and getting back to work. Tonight was supposed to be for letting yourself get loose! Your eyesight right now is a little too clear for your liking, so you make your way to the bar area, stumbling over your heels and bumping into all kinds of sweaty folks in the way. This, of course, lead to you accidentally knocking elbows with some guy seated at the bar with his friends.

"Oh fuck, sorry."

When he turned around to face you, you internally swore. The guy really had to not be just some guy but a cute guy. Some luck you had.

It was later made known to you that you had actually spoken your thoughts out loud when he laughed. "I think you're cute too!"

Feeling hotter by the minute, you quickly averted your eyes waved at the bartender. You tried not to acknowledge the cute guy anymore by leaning on the table and looking anywhere but in his general direction while you waited for your drink to be served. But unfortunately, it seemed all your supply of good luck was sucked out dry the moment you asked Alexandra for a break.

"Hey, I'm Tano by the way."

The gods must have it out for you, you think.

Right as 'Tano' introduced himself to you, the bartender came back with your drink of choice. Obviously, you tried to fix your composure by chugging the entire thing. Then you smiled at Tano before giving him your own name. "Y/N, nice to meet you."

He shook your hand, and you genuinely couldn't tell if he made that gesture sincerely or ironically with the mirth in his expression. Or actually, maybe that was just because you had previously made a fool of yourself in front of him. Jesus, you encounter one attractive stranger then completely forget how to function.

"So," he copied your pose and rested his thick arms atop the bar. "Did you come here alone or..."'

"Oh, no! Actually, I came here with a few friends. No idea where they are right now, though."

"Ahh gege (okay, okay), I see." He thought for a moment. You were left to awkwardly chuckle in his presence. You ordered another drink from the bartender, fully intending to abandon the bar for the dance floor once you've had your fill. Then, "I guess I'll keep you company for the time being then."

You kept light conversation with Tano while sipping on your drink. He was a pretty chill dude and really nice too! The best part was that you were about the same age, so you were able to talk about your common interests really smoothly. It wasn't awkward at all conversing with him considering how you'd initially, and quite literally, bumped into one another.

You checked your phone for the time. 1:27 AM, it read. Realizing you���d have to head back home in a bit, you decided you wanted to end your night of fun out on the dance floor. Not wanting to be by yourself in the mob of drunken, mindless party-goers, you invited him to dance with you, to which he didn't even take a second to hesitate before agreeing and allowing you to pull him along into the sea of sweaty bodies.

You weaved your way through the crowd until you found a spot you were happy with in the middle of everyone, not too far away from the DJ's stage. Your body automatically moved to the music. Dancing was always something you never had to think about since you just let your body flow and let the rhythm of the music naturally take over. The sensation was freeing, to say the least, from the career you worked where constant critical thinking and calculated movement was required.

You felt Tano behind you mirroring your moves with one hand rested on your hips. The contact you currently had wasn't enough for you, though, as you felt yourself feeling much farther away from everyone around you than you actually are. So you turned around to pull him to you. He seemed to like that a lot.

Your faces were closer now, nearly touching, and Tano used that as an opportunity to tease your lips with his own. He kept brushing his lips against yours, chasing them and purposely nudging them with his lips but never actually attaching his mouth to yours. You merely grinned and pulled his body closer.

Out of nowhere, an arm sneaked around your waist from behind and stole you away. At first, you felt alarmed. The alcohol you'd consumed somewhat delayed your reaction, initially, but since you were pulled flush against the intruder's chest, you were immediately met with a certain musk and the outline of a blazer and necktie. You know exactly who this man is.

Another one swerved around Tano and took over his position in front of you. Tano was lost in the crowd in an instant after being forcefully pushed out of the way.

Basilio shamelessly grinds his front against your ass. "Having fun without us, ha?"

"Tangina niyo (You sons of bitches), I couldn't find you anywhere! Can you blame me?"

Crispin brought your arms to wrap around his neck so he could lean his face closer to you and smirked. Neither of them responded so you all just carried on dancing together.

It was so hot being sandwiched between the twins. If you were sweaty before, it only got worse the longer you were there with them. On top of that, they were getting pretty bold. You getting ground on from both sides in no time and the boys were audacious with their hand placements on your body. One second there's a hand inching down your torso, the next theres one caressing your ass. Simply put, they're both all over you in the literal sense.

Naturally, you responded by kicking it up a notch.

You started by slowly running your hand down Crispin's chest, tugging on his tie from the bottom. You felt him take a shuddering breath. Your other hand wound around Basilio as you grabbed a handful of his ass. Pulling both of them close so they could hear you, you offered a proposition: "Either of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

The boys made brief eye contact before leading you through the crowd. Their impressive physique parted the way for you so you could walk through fairly easy as compared to when it was just you making your way through.

The walk to the bathroom was hasty, and you were barely inside when you already had your mouth attached to one of the twins'. Either being Crispin or Basilio, you couldn't tell with your faces mushed together, and quite frankly, you didn't really care. The only thing passing your mind at that moment was that you were so ready to get dicked down, especially knowing that you were about to get some of that good dick.

Long locks of hair brushed down from over your shoulder as Basilio attached his lips to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin he could touch. That only meant Crispin was the one you were making out with. The corners of your lips turned up a bit as you realized this and brought your arms up to tug at Crispin's short hair, knowing full well how that affects the man in question.

He groaned in an instant, gutturally, and the vibrations went straight to your throbbing core. Being the way that you are, you tugged even harder on Crispin's roots, and his reactions were almost immediate, not to mention immaculate. It didn't help that two huge bulges were poking through the fabric of the twins' pants and pressing against your body.

Basilio traced his lips down your spine as you and Crispin showed no signs of giving up your tongues’ battle for dominance. He knelt down behind you, stuck his nose between your legs, and nuzzled it on your clothed pussy. Against your underwear, Basilio’s caresses felt feather light and his little exhales sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Cool air greeted your exposed core as Basilio pulled down your underwear. You gasped into Crispin when his brother licked a long stripe up your folds from behind, bending forward to give him an easier approach. His fingers dug into your ass as he spread your cheeks apart for maximum access. He ate you out like a prisoner on death row having at their last meal, and by the time he was scissoring his fingers in your cunny, your moans were being swallowed by his twin who bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood from your flesh.

You hummed as your mouths disconnected for a moment, running your tongue over your lip and tasting the metallic flavor of your blood.

“You like that, baby?” Crispin smudged it with his thumb, effectively mixing the blood with the saliva on your chin, before sucking on your lower lip to clean you up. He then pulled your chin towards him, drawing a yelp from you as the harsh motion caused Basilio’s tongue to hit a particularly sensitive pressure point below. “Mind telling us who that guy was from earlier?”

“Who, Tano?”

Basilio chuckled. “Gago, tanginang Tano na yan. (That stupid son of a bitch, Tano.)” You tilted your head back to see him slowly stand back up while wiping your juices off his chin with his forearm. He tenderly cupped the side of your face with his clean hand. “Who does he think he is?”

You rolled your eyes. Did they forget that they left you to fend for yourself? “Hey, Tano was actually nice—“

“Ah,” you were silenced. A garbled choking noise left your mouth as Basilio shoved the fingers he used to pump your pussy into your mouth mid-speech, leaving no other option but for you to obediently clean them of your slick. “Don’t wanna hear any of that... kuya?”

His brother was occupied with unbuckling his belt, but he hummed in agreement nonetheless.

The twins adjusted your position so your ass was now perked up against Crispin, and he teased your entrance with his dick, dipping the head between your folds to collect the dripping wetness. “You’ve been pretty pasaway (naughty) today, ha?” He smacked your ass.

You choked on a yelp as Basilio’s thick fingers continued fucking your mouth. You’re sure his brother left a red handprint on you.

Basilio was cooing at you. He was caressing your jaw as the tips of his fingers poked the back of your throat. “Look at you,” he’d said before finally pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He didn’t bother cleaning away all the drool or the line of saliva, so you’d opted for wiping your chin on your shoulder.

You were grateful for finally getting a taste of air. You were heaving in attempt to catch your breath, for you knew being able to breathe with these two was a luxury. It wouldn’t last very long either, knowing them.

Without warning, Crispins cock impaled your pussy all the way through. His grip on your hips tightened, and his nails were surely leaving crescent marks on your skin. You could only squeeze Basilio’s forearms as your jaw dropped wide open, your head lolling forward with the impact.

Of course, Basilio wasn’t having it. He forced one of his arms free of your grip and your hand flew to grab at his bicep. His fingers curled around your neck, squeezing at the sides. He forced you to look into his eyes as Crispin pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and jerking you forward. The only thing keeping you still was Basilio’s large hand enclosed around your neck.

Crispin’s thrusts were persistent. He was grunting with every plunge. He spread your cheeks apart, so his eyes were trained on the area where you connected.

You failed to notice exactly at what point Basilio undid his pants when his hard cock slapped you in the face. He spat on his hand to lubricate his massive dick for you, and you immediately knew what he was asking for without him having to say anything.

Wordlessly, you shakily transferred your hand from Basilio’s arm to work his shaft. In turn, he loosened his grip around your neck so you could take him in. He was too big to fit all the way down your throat, so you fisted whatever was left.

Loud moans and groans bounced around the small bathroom of the club. Any other sound was lost on you as you could barely even hear the muffled music of the DJs outside. As far as you knew, you only knew the twins from this point on. All your senses were overtaken by them both.

Crispin easily found that spongey spot inside you and laughed when you moaned around Basilio’s cock. The latter groaned and held your hair in his fist, opting to use you for his own pleasure. You submitted to being manhandled by Basilio as you ceased to be able to think for yourself once Crispin made it his aim to abuse your sweet spot.

You could only tighten your grip on Basilio’s arms as your vision was beginning to fail you, moaning uncontrollably as you neared your high, stuttering out Crispin’s name as he went.

He only responded to your pleading self by reaching up from behind you to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. “Cum for me, babygirl,” he said, grinding his cock deep into you as your hole clenched and unclenched.

Your breath stuttered and you choked around Basilio’s dick, which never showed your throat an ounce of mercy for the man was indifferent to your situation behind. You were alternating between squeezing and hitting Basilio, unable to take the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your only consolation was the verbal encouragement you were receiving from the twins, further overwhelming your senses until, finally, you broke. Your eyes rolled behind your head, and you swear you saw stars.

You heaved breathes through your nose as the brothers coaxed you through your high—or rather, brother since Crispin wasn’t planning on stopping his violent pounding any time soon. You removed your mouth from Basilio’s cock.

“Crispin—“ you were lucky to even be able to say his name. “Hey, wait— stop—“

“You can take it.” He went faster.

You tried to get away, but Crispin only tightened the grip he had on you, even upping his play on your nipples. “I... fuck, I can’t—“

“Oi,” Basilio harshly pulled your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his as you cried out. “You can take it,” he told you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the forming tears. He kissed your forehead. “Now get back to work.”

You shakily nodded before continuing your ministrations of licking and sucking what you could take of Basilio’s shaft.

“Good girl.”

You decided you’d try to focus on him as Crispin tried to reach his peak, which proved a hard job for you as you were shaking all over from overstimulation. You were sobbing around Basilio’s cock, and the only consolation you received was his soft murmurs of praise in your ear that you were ‘doing so well’ and that you’d just ‘have to hold on for a little longer.’

You held onto that as Crispin grew erratic with his thrusts and his rhythm lost its pattern. You could feel him nearing his own high, and you helped him reach it, grinding your ass on his pelvis.

“Fuuuck...” He moaned lewdly as he came all over your back, not caring if it got on your clothes. “I told you you could take it.” He threw his head back and softened his hold on your hips, rubbing his hands up and down your sides comfortingly while you helped Basilio get off.

The younger of the two came soon after. He forced you to swallow all of it, claiming that you couldn’t afford to waste any of his precious seed.

As expected, the twins weren’t done with you yet. The three of you claimed that dirty bathroom for hours, doing it everywhere. Against every wall and atop the counter or the sink—every square meter would be tainted by the three of you. None of you would have broken your little world of euphoria until a barbaric banging happened upon the locked bathroom door.

“What the fuck?”

You have no idea which of the twins offered that exclamation. You were each too busy scrambling to put on your clothes and fix yourself before anyone saw.

Eventually, the door broke and you stood frozen in your spot. Staring right at the three of you, fully dressed in work attire and seething so you could practically see smoke coming out of their ears, was none other than the Boss: Alexandra Trese herself. You really didn’t want to deal with her rage right now, or ever, in fact but here you were.

Red in the face, she crinkled her nose in disgust as the odor of the bathroom you’d selfishly claimed made itself known to her. “Disgusting!”

Basilio snickered but quickly shut up once Alexandra’s murderous glare was directed at him.

“Do any of you know what time it is?”

You grew hot as you checked your phone only to find it dead before shrugging, curling in on yourself. Shame splashed over you and doused you from the top of your head down to your bare toes.

Alexandra sighed, pinching her brows before turning around and walking away, leaving you three clambering after her. “Come on. Time to get to work.”

“But we haven’t even—“

“I don’t care! Now, let’s go.”

You exchanged looks with the twins. Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

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