Reader making out with Tashi after she wins a game at Stanford. And Art and Patrick are jealous!
Oh my god yes...
Patrick and Art are obsessed with you two. You're not on the women's tennis team at Stanford, but you and Tashi had been assigned as random roommates freshman year and had been inseparable since. You came to all of her matches; you were the first person she ran to after a big win, pressing a big kiss against your cheek and spinning you around, high on adrenaline.
Patrick and Art had fantasies about the two of you. Of course, as the two best players on the men's tennis team, you both knew of them. But neither of you had paid much attention to them. They were exceptionally popular and well-liked, and every girl (and mom) within a 100-mile radius of Stanford University knew and admired the two of them. Fire and ice.
They would talk about the two of you late at night as they stared at the ceiling, watching the fan go around and around until they were dizzy and drunk off PBRs.
"I think they are just really close. Girls are like that." Art said, sitting up to rest on his elbows. They had a match the next morning at UC Berkeley; the team was staying at a hotel close to the campus.
"Yeah, maybe." Patrick sighed. "I would do anything for them."
"I don't know who wouldn't."
Patrick sat up quickly. "Do you think she is here?"
"Well," Art responded, his mouth full of cool ranch Doritos. "Given Tashi is on the team, I would say yes."
Patrick threw a pillow at his friend from his side of the room. "No, dipshit. Like, I think Y/N comes with Tashi sometimes on these trips. 'Cause she never misses a match."
"Okay asshole." Art rolled his eyes. "I don't obsess over every move they make like you do."
"Bullshit."
"What is your point?" Art changed the subject, confused at where Patrick's mind was headed. He figured somewhere perverted.
"I mean," Maybe it was the five beers in Patrick's quite empty stomach that was giving him this idea. This confidence. He was usually good at girls, but he couldn't get himself to talk to the two of you--especially not sober. "Maybe we could find their room. And maybe we could hang out with them."
Art lit a cigarette, his second of the night. "We have never spoken more than 5 consecutive words to them. What makes you think that would ever work out?"
"Can you not be a pussy for just tonight?" Patrick got up, pulling his linen button down on. He grabbed Art's cigarette from between his lips and took a hit. "Or be a pussy, and I'll just go by myself."
Art stood up quickly. "I'll go." He stole his cigarette back, ashing it into the trash bin haphazardly placed between their beds. "But how do we know what room they are in?"
They knew the girls' team was staying on the floor above them. And they knocked on every door until you answered, rubbing your eyes.
"What are you guys doing here?" You yawned, whispering to not awake Tashi, who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed closest to the alarm clock, which read 2:15 AM. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Art looked embarrassed; he was red in the face. But Patrick leaned into the room, looking down at you in a shirt he recognized as Tashi's and little sleeping shorts that made his breath hitch.
"We wanted to see if you guys wanted to hang out." Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked over to Art, who nodded.
"We can't sleep. We were thinking it would be cool to get to know you guys better, I guess."
"You mean Tashi?" You whispered. "She's sleeping, you know."
"No," Patrick shook his head. "Both of you."
Tashi stirred awake. She was wearing a black tank top and similar sleeping shorts as you were. "What's goin' on?" She slurred.
"Patrick and Art are here."
"Why?" Tashi, sat up; her hair was in a neat braid. "It's late."
"They have beer, and they want to hang out." You were half making fun of them, how they looked so nervous.
"We can't sleep." Art repeated.
"Sure, come in." You didn't know if Tashi meant it. She was delirious when she was tired. But you allowed them inside, curious about their intentions.
Obviously, they were attractive. They were also exceptionally talented. But you and Tashi were content in your own little bubble, eating gummy bears and potato chips in bed and laughing at inside jokes from 3 years before.
You sat on the bed, next to Tashi. The boys sat on the carpet, looking up at the two of you.
"So," You said, hugging a pillow to your chest. Tashi rested her head on your shoulder. "Did you come here hoping to fuck us or?"
"Wha-"
"No," They responded, simultaneously. But their cheeks changing from peach to crimson told you and Tashi otherwise.
"We are just interested in getting to know you both."
Tashi scoffed. "Oh, Y/N, they are interested in getting to know us."
You laughed, throwing your head back.
You and Tashi noticed the dynamic you had created, completely on accident. She and you on the bed, them below you. Their eyes were glassy and lips parted, and you knew if you told them both to jump out the fifth story window, they would do it before they knew what exactly they were doing. You looked at each other and licked your lips.
"So if we offered to fuck you guys, you would say no?" You asked, furrowing your brows together.
"No, no, I wouldn't say that," Patrick scooted forward, hugging his knees. He looked vulnerable and small. "I can't speak for Art, but I-"
"I wouldn't say that either." Art said bluntly.
"Y/N," Tashi said, pushing your hair behind your ears. You were facing each other on the bed now; the boys were blurry in your peripheral vision. "How do you think they would kiss us?"
Patrick and Art swallowed.
You thought. "Hmm," You answered. "I bet it would be desperate."
"I think so too," Tashi leaned in, her lips brushing yours. "Probably pretty sloppy."
She kissed you, tangling her hands into your hair. You cupped your face, pulling her even closer than she already was. Your mouths opened against each other's, exchanging spit and each other's hungry moans. You pulled her braid to expose her neck, and kissed down the column of her throat, climbing on top of her. You and her had never done this before; of course, there existed the inevitable rumors, but they were untrue--until now.
"Holy fuck." Patrick was the first to break the silence; you and Tashi grinding against each other as Tashi's hands kneaded your ass.
Patrick's hand grazed the bed, a move made in an attempt to join.
"Uh uh uh." You tsked. "No touching."
Tashi flipped you around so she was on top now. Her thumb grazed your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. You whimpered as her spit fell onto your tongue. Tashi pushed your--her--shirt up, palming your tits.
"Can we-" Art began.
"Can you what?" You and Tashi asked simultaneously, pulling away from each other. A string of your mixed saliva connected the two of you for just a second longer.
The boys rolled their heads back and moaned.
"Can we join you?" You could see their boners, prominent in their sweatpants. Beads of sweat dribbled between their collarbones and over their brows.
"God, you guys sound pathetic." Tashi laughed. "What do you think, Y/N?"
You pretended to think. "Well, I guess it's only fair." You began. You saw the boys' ears perk up like they were hungry little puppies, their lips bitten from lust. "That you guys show each other a little love and appreciation."
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