I’M SCREEEAAMMMMINGGGGGG THIS NEVER HAPPENS TO ME!!!!!! MY LUCK IS ALWAYS UTTER SHIT!!! I MAYBE HAVE GOTTEN 2 5 STARS ONE OTHER TIME BUT IT WAS MULTI AND A STANDARD!!!
MY BRITISH KINGS!!!!! THEY LOVE ME I CRASHED OUT HARD ENOUGH THEY ACTUALLY CAME HOME AND TOGETHER I’M CRYINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭
Description: How did MC end up such a mess? What happened the day before? (Double Penetration...and not the kind you're probably thinking, LOL.)
Part 2 to Collective Jealousy (Zayne; Sylus)
Word Count: 896
This just lives in my head rent-free now, ig. ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<) Enjoy! xoxo
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
“That’s it, pretty girl.” Sylus coos, holding you up by your thighs from behind, your back against his chest.
Slowly, in a sandwiched grasp up in the air between their arms, each Sylus and Zayne push the tips of their cocks into your cunt simultaneously. They at least were kind in getting you completely dripping, first. Although, it wasn’t much help.
“Nngh—fuck! It’s t-too much— I—”
“Shh, be a good girl.”
“Mmm—shit—! Oh my god—”
“You can take it, can’t you?”
“Mmmph—f-fuck—”
They spoke one after the other, “That’s it, kitten. Let it out…” slowly plunging just a bit deeper in unison, “Let us stretch you, sweetheart.”
“You’re being so good for us, sweetie.”
“You g-guys—i-it’s so m-much pressur—nngh, f-fuck!” Sylus slowly pulls out some while Zayne thrusts forward, as deep as he can, all things considered. “Aah! Fu—nngh!”
“Mmm…” Zayne groans at the feeling of extreme pressure from two angles, you and Sylus.
They switch, Zayne backing out partially as Sylus pushes in. “You know, I’m really surprised we both fit.”
“Tell me about it.” Sylus groans, not retracting at the pace he had been. Impatient, Zayne pushes forward again, the two of them stretching your cunt to the absolute maximum with both of their cocks at once.
Trying to collect any part of yourself, you feel your cunt—somewhat—relax as they talk, oh-so causally. Even if painful, the complete stretch and their warm disregard has you entranced by the feeling.
“You c-call this f-fitting…!?” Your breathing is utterly ruined, just whining desperately against them.
“Don’t tempt us, sweetheart.”
Pathetically, your head collapses back onto Sylus’ shoulder. “P-please…” Staring into his eyes, you notice just how satisfied he looks.
Looking down at you, he kisses your cheek sweetly. “Mmm, please what, kitten?”
“You asked for this.” Zayne rebukes, partially retracting his cock again.
“Nngh—I k-know, but—”
“You can handle it, sweetie. You’re doing such a good job squeezing us both.”
“No reneging, sweetheart.” Zayne reminds you.
“B-but… Aah! Fuck!”
“No buts, kitten.” If the deliberate safeword wasn't being used, they were more than happy to ignore you.
“I’m r-realizing I was a bit—hnngh—a-ambitious…!”
“Mmm…maybe us, too.”
“It’s s’fucking tight...” Zayne groans. “And you,” he looks at Sylus, “are not helping.”
The pair groan as the underside of their cocks press against one another, each only able to push maybe halfway inside you.
“Me? Speak for yourself, handsome.”
“Mmmph—fuck g-guys, c-can you—”
Sylus cuts off your whining with his voice. “Why don’t you kiss him for me, kitten? He’s complaining.”
Weakly lifting your head from Sylus’ shoulder, you meet Zayne’s face, and he moans pathetically at the sight of you—just ruined—looking back at him. “See? He just wanted to see your face.”
“Go on, kitten.” Sylus releases your thighs, Zayne being plenty able to hold them himself, and grips the sides of Zayne’s arms instead, pulling him forward and pinning you completely between their chests.
You hardly succeed at kissing him, moaning desperately against his mouth instead. “Mmm, that’s it. You’re such a good girl.”
Breaking away, his lips still ragged against yours, Zayne’s voice is hoarse, “Fuck—I’m gonna cum...”
“Ah, ah.” Sylus shakes his head, digging his fingertips into Zayne’s triceps. “Wait for me.”
“Mmmph…”
“Do you want us to fill you at the same time, kitten?”
“Y-yes, please! Oh my g—I can’t take it! Just—” Your head collapses back against Sylus again, your trembling body with nowhere to go besides between theirs, muscles taut as they hold you up and thrust.
The pair share an absolutely devious look, staring down at your pathetic form and face before back at each other. With ragged, loud, and guttural sounds from the both of them, echoing in a perfect unison, you feel an exorbitant amount of hot cum shoot inside you.
“Fuckin—yes! Oh my—g-guys!” Your nails are raking aggressively against Zayne’s back while your head hangs in the crook of Sylus’ neck.
Sylus laughs while Zayne struggles, Zayne still moaning when you start to feel cum dripping out from your cunt, gliding down the both of them.
After a moment, Zayne pulls out completely, and you shudder at the decrease in pressure. Sylus doesn’t. In a gentle hand off from Zayne, Sylus hooks his elbows under your knees, still holding you against him before plunging inside you as deeply as he’s able.
You both moan loudly, “Mmm, there we go, kitten.”
“Mmmph—fuck! Sylus!”
“Did you miss the feeling of one of us bottoming out into your pussy, princess?”
“Mmhm…” he pulls out slowly, lifting you up easily, "y-yes..." before thrusting back inside quick, his cock still hard, “Oh m-my god…”
"Look at him, kitten. Show him you're being a good girl for me."
Standing just a few steps away is Zayne, unabashedly watching Sylus drive his cock into you. When you lift your head to look at him, cum still dripping deliciously off his cock and onto the floor, he lets out a needy moan.
You watch his eyes travel to the lack of space between you and Sylus, cum just dripping off both of you and down Sylus' thighs. With each thrust as he bounces you effortlessly down onto himself, cum squeezes out from your cunt, lining the base of Sylus' cock.
