Double Fantasy — CA JS
summary: things get heated in Paris, the city of love…
warnings: filth, + 18, smut
“Eres un campeón, el mejor del mundo,” you whisper in Carlos’ ear, he grunts and gulps. The praising getting to his head quickly. Your nails rake over his hard abs, while your lips suck on his neck trying not to leave marks. He hisses when your nails dig into his skin. You smile against his shoulder and watch him from behind, his naked back pressed against your chest. He is a human heater so you are glad you have taken your shirt off. His skin tastes like body wash and champagne.
“Il migliore non direi,” (I wouldn’t say the best) Jannik cannot help himself, you give him a challenging look. The redhead is wearing a simple black t-shirt and some jeans, in clear contrast with Carlos’ more formal attire. You have just gotten back from his party, the black pants hang low on his hips while your dress is discarded somewhere in the room. Carlos’ broad back covers your naked torso fully.
“This number one thing is getting to your head,” you say with a smirk and the italian chuckles. Carlos doesn’t say anything and simply enjoys your silly banter.
“Don’t worry, my head is filled with more important thoughts,” he replies and you smirk behind Carlos. Your hands rest on the waistband of his pants. You are dying to undress him, to feel him against your body, to have him but Jannik will not make things easier for you.
“Like? What kind of tomato sauce you like more?” You reply snarky. Jannik chuckles again and takes a step forward, getting closer to you and Carlos. The height difference is evident, even compared to Carlos.
“Tipo tu che fai la brava e ti metti a quattro sul letto,” (you being a good girl and getting on your fours on the bed) he says staring at you. Your throat goes dry and your panties dampen. You want to disobey him, to rile him up but today is about Carlos so you nudge his side to get him to answer.
“Está bien, ponte en la cama,” (it’s okay, get on the bed) he repeats his request and you slowly walk away. You can feel Jannik’s eyes on you so you make sure to bend over and crawl on the bed. When you turn around you lock eyes with him, a mischievous smirk on your lips.
“Sei fortunata che oggi è lui il campione,” (you’re lucky he is the champion today) he says while unbuttoning his pants. You bite your lip and look at Carlos, he is in a state of trance. You motion for him to come closer.
“¿Qué quieres que haga, amor?” (What do you want me to do?) you ask leaving soft kisses to his abs, the happy trail on his stomach and his defined V line. He sighs and enjoys the subtle touches.
“Bésalo,” (kiss him) you are a bit taken aback. Not that this hasn’t happened before but you expected him to want you all to himself tonight. You don’t question his desire though. Jannik walks closer and you get on your knees on the mattress to get higher, his hands circle your hips to pull you closer. Yours rest on his shoulders.
Jannik kisses you differently from Carlos. You are the one pushing your tongue in his mouth while your fingers thread through his curls. The kiss is heated, passionate, steamy. Jannik tilts your head back to have a better angle. You bite his bottom lip gaining s grunt from him. You are always more feisty when it comes to him, you like annoying him.
Jannik pulls away to stare at you. His green eyes have reached their usual darkness while kissing you. You are the one reconnecting your lips in a slow kiss. The redhead squeezes your hips and pulls you closer. It is only when you part that you realize he is fully clothed.
“Bésame,” (kiss me) Suddenly you are reminded of Carlos’ presence. You are still a bit dazed when Carlos takes you from Jannik and kisses you. But you do as requested, welcoming his tongue in your mouth. The Spaniard lets his hands travel towards your ass, only covered by your underwear and squeezes it. You gasp surprised and simply grins against your lips.
“Tócalo,” (touch him) Carlos mumbles between kisses. You are left shocked by his sudden dominance but again you don’t question him. When Carlos attacks your neck you open your eyes to look at Jannik whose pants are already unbuttoned. Your hand reaches out to tug at his shirt, implicitly asking him to take it off. Jannik follows your orders and is left in his pants.
“Non è la prima volta che lo vedi, non essere timida,” (don’t be shy, it’s not the first time you see it) he teases you when you hesitate.
“Not the first time you touch it either,” Carlos says chuckling in your neck. You slap the back of his head and squeeze Jannik’s length in your hand. The Italian hisses but eventually smiles. Carlos continues his attack on your neck unbothered, his hands kneading the skin of your ass.
“Cazzo,” Jannik cusses when your hand starts jerking him off. He sits heavy and hot in your hand. He watches your hand move and then stares at you. The way he looks at you makes you guide one of Carlos’ hands from your ass to your front. The Spaniard follows your lead and pushes your panties to the side.
“She’s soaking wet,” he tells his friend. But Jannik already knows it, he knows that all it takes him is to stare at you with needy eyes to get you ready to take anything they are willing to give you. Carlos pushes his middle finger in and you gasp. Your hand slows down for a second as you try to concentrate on two things at once. Carlos starts off steady and fast, his finger thrusting in and out of you.
“Non ti puoi concentrare su due cose alla volta? L’altra volta mi sembra che me lo succhiassi bene mentre lui ti scopava da dietro,” (can’t focus on two things at once? Last time I thought you were sucking me off quite well while he fucked you from behind) Jannik says and makes you clench around Carlos’ digit. Last time. After Miami. You were on another hotel bed, on your fours, tears rolling down your cheeks and while Carlos pulled your hips back and thrusted inside of you, Jannik was shoved down your throat. Both boys praising you in Spanish and Italian.
“Fuck,” you mumble when Carlos adds another finger. Your hand squeezes Jannik’s tip and he groans. You close your eyes for a moment, resting your head against Carlos’ shoulder and taking in the moment. You are so turned to be jerking Jannik off that Carlos’ fingers slip in and out of you quickly and easily.
“Fammi venire, fai la brava, Y/N,” (be a good girl and make me cum, Y/N) Jannik teases you. Your eyes open and you glance at him. His cheeks are rosy and his lips are parted. He is close enough. Your thumb swipes over his tip and collect a bit of precum to make your movements smoother. He bites his bottom lip and grunts when you move faster.
“Cazzo, così, brava,” (fuck, like this… good girl) he mumbles seconds away from cumming in your hand. When he does he stains the sheets but none of you cares. He watches as you retract your hand and lick your fingers clean. He thinks you are insane and he loves it.
Carlos pulls away from your neck and stops touching you. You whine at the loss of contact. They both stare at you with a fucked out look on their face. They look so pretty that it makes the hairs on your body stand. You have been dating Carlos for quite a while but they both manage to turn you on in different ways.
“Why don’t you kiss each other?” You suggest with the most wicked smile on your lips. You can see that it takes them off guard but they are not too surprised. At the end of the day they are fucking the same girl, they are more connected than one may think. At first none of the them reacts and they simply continue to stare at you.
“It would be hot to watch you two kiss,” you confess. Carlos is the first to turn to look at Jannik. They have thought about it, even if they have never said it. You look at them curious and turned on.
“Here, let me help,” you take the lead and kiss Carlos who readily kisses you back. Your lips move slowly against his while your hand reaches for Jannik. When you pull away, you lean in and connect your lips to the Italian’s who kisses you back with the same fervor. This exchange goes on for a few seconds before you pull away and push them gently.
Carlos is the one to initiate the kiss, his lips move slow on Jannik’s. They are kissing for the first time so they have to figure out their own tempo and rhythm. Their hands lay by their sides for a brief moment. However, Jannik is the one to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into the Spaniard’s mouth. Carlos goes to tug at his hair and Jannik wraps his hand around his neck.
You sit back with your legs spread, your fingers disappearing in your folds as you watch the two of them.
It is sickeningly hot to see how their lips move in need. As if they have been waiting for this moment their whole lives. You should be jealous but you can’t because this turns you on even more.
Carlos grunts when Jannik applies more pressure on his neck, so he pulls on his curls harder. You look at them entranced. Jannik is used to leading the kiss but with Carlos it is hard to. They fight for dominance, their tongues dancing together in a heated kiss, their fingers trying to break each other’s and bend the other one to their will. Carlos’ tanned body is contrast with Jannik’ paler skin, just like his dark hair and Jannik’s red curls.
Jannik sucks on Carlos’ bottom lip and his guttural moan makes you even more soaked. They don’t even realize they have been kissing for the past two minutes until you make a sound. They pull away abruptly but they keep staring at each other both out of shock and out of neediness.
“See? I knew you would like it,” you interrupt the silence. They both turn to look at you again, their lips so swollen that it makes you smirk to yourself.
“Now who is going to fuck me first?”
EXCUSE YOU??? THIS WAS FIREEE
