[ ✦ ] — ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴊᴀɴᴇ (ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ)…
TYLER JOSEPH X JOSH DUN X AFAB!READER
— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 summery: TYLER HAS BEEN FEELING A LITTLE LEFT OUT LATELY, SO HE ASKS IF HE CAN JOIN IN ON YOU AND JOSH’S SMOKE SESH. AFTER FINDING OUT WHAT YOU TWO REALLY GET UP TO WHEN HE’S NOT THERE, YOU AND JOSH NEED TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE TYLER FEEL MORE INCLUDED.
— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 warnings: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, NO USE OF Y/N, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH NO PLOT, WEED, THREESOMES, SEX WHILE HIGH, DRY HUMPING, ORAL SEX (M AND F RECEIVING), PIV SEX, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, EIFFEL TOWERING, JOSH AND READER ARE KINDA FWB, FEELINGS ARE FELT ON ALL THREE SIDES, EVERYONE IS INCREDIBLY DOWN BAD.
— • ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐔌 a/n: PLEASE IGNORE ANY REPETITION OR SPELLING MISTAKES, THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. I NEED THESE TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME, IM SORRY. ENJOY!
“So… how does this work exactly?”
The question hung in the air, naive and uncertain, and it cracked something loose in you. A laugh, light and unguarded, spilled from your lips, your hands trembling ever so slightly at the sensation. You dragged your tongue slowly across the edge of the brown tobacco paper, sealing it with practiced ease. Josh’s soft, breathy chuckle followed, warm against your arm, and in your peripheral vision you caught him shaking his head, amused at Tyler’s question.
Tyler’s face shifted, subtle, but you noticed. His curiosity had left him exposed, and your laughter, unintentional as the sting might’ve been, seemed to make him shrink inward. His mouth twitched like he was swallowing down self-reproach, mentally scolding himself for asking something he thought he should’ve already known. But really, how could he? He was out of his depth.
You paused, lips forming a faux pout, and reached out to give his knee a reassuring pat. “It’s okay,” your touch said without words.
“Well,” you began, voice soft but laced with a playful edge, “you’ll hold this between your lips, and when I light it, you inhale as deep as you can, hold it for a second, then let it go.” You demonstrated with delicate precision, pinching the joint between your fingers and rolling it gently, letting him watch the ritual up close. His eyes curious, a little tense, tracked every movement. “And if your throat burns a little? That just means you’re doing it right.”
You could feel the weight of his gaze, of both their gazes, fixed on your hands as you finished rolling the joint.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected Tyler to ever ask to be part of this. You’d known both of them for years, thick as thieves, the three of you, but this? This was always a you-and-Josh thing. A small sanctuary of smoke and shared silence. Not that Tyler wasn’t welcome; you’d just figured it wasn’t his scene. He’d always seemed too clean, too careful, too focused on keeping his edges sharp.
You still remembered the first time you offered, ages ago now. He’d smiled, polite but firm, and turned you down. You hadn’t asked again.
But tonight was different. Lately you’d started to sense it, the way Tyler lingered at the edges of these moments, as though the inside jokes and hazy conversations between you and Josh had begun to form a wall he wasn’t sure how to scale. He wasn’t the kind to say it outright, but you saw it: the way he hated feeling left out. The way his laugh would falter when he didn’t understand the reference. The way he watched you both with quiet longing, wanting to be in on it.
So when he asked to join tonight, you hadn’t hesitated.
“So this is what you two do when I’m not around?” Tyler’s voice broke through, his tone light but edged with something that felt like yearning. His eyes darted between you and Josh, pointedly not looking at your hands as you worked.
You and Josh shared a glance, silent understanding passing between you.
“Mostly,” you said, the word hanging in the air, ambiguous enough to keep him guessing.
Tyler let it go, though you could see the question lingering behind his eyes.
You stole a look at him as you finished your task. His expression was a careful balance of indifference and intrigue, but you weren’t fooled. The signs were all there, the slight press of his lips, the way his fingers twirled with a loose thread on his jeans around his finger, the tension that held his back straighter than usual, like he was bracing for something.
Josh, on the other hand, was the picture of ease. He sprawled across your bed, head propped on his hand, scrolling aimlessly through his phone as he waited, patient in his own lazy way.
His eyes flicked up, probably to complain about how long you were taking, but he followed your gaze to Tyler.
“Hey,” Josh said, pushing himself up, his voice easy but touched with sincerity. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah,” you echoed, leaning over Tyler to rummage through your bedside drawer for a lighter. “No pressure. Seriously, dude. You can back out anytime.”
But Tyler shook his head, quick, almost too quick. “No- I want to. I mean, I never really had a ‘party phase,’ you know? Might as well start now.” His laugh was soft, a little forced at the edges, but it endeared you and Josh all the same.
“Yes, yes, we know. B-ball champ, singing prodigy, we’ve heard it all before.” you smirked. “Couldn’t risk damaging your pretty little lungs with smoke, right?”
“Shut up,” Tyler muttered, but he laughed for real this time, the tension slipping from his shoulders bit by bit.
You grinned and finally found the lighter, holding up your prize. “Alright, Dun,” you drawled, turning to Josh, holding out the joint and lighter like an offering. “Wanna do the honors?”
Josh tried to play it cool, but the way he sprang up betrayed him. His hand was quick, eager, snatching the joint from your palm like he’d been waiting all night for this.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said, already reaching for the light.
You watched in silence, the world seeming to narrow to just the three of you. Josh placed the blunt between his lips with an ease born of habit, his fingers steady as he cupped them around the lighter, shielding the flame from the nonexistent breeze of the room. The lighter clicked, once, twice, before the flame flared to life, a soft glow that reflected in his dark eyes for the briefest second. The tip of the joint smoldered to orange, embers blooming like a firefly in the dim room as he drew in a slow, deliberate breath.
Beside you, Tyler watched too, his posture rigid, eyes observing Josh carefully.
Josh held the smoke in his chest, deep and sure, before exhaling in a long, deliberate sigh. The smoke rolled out in thick, silvery ribbons, curling around him like mist, framing his features in a ghostly halo. The room filled with the scent of burnt paper and earth, and for a heartbeat, the world felt softer, slower.
You and Tyler both watched, caught in the quiet gravity of the moment.
Josh took another hit, his canines brushing his bottom lip in a grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth. His voice was strained as he held the smoke, eyes crinkling with amusement as he looked at Tyler. “See?” he managed between breaths, a puff of smoke escaping with the word. “Not so bad.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, your voice dry with affection as you shot him a deadpan look. “Don’t listen to him, Ty. The first time Josh smoked, he got a bit too cocky, took way too much, and greened out hard.”
Tyler’s brow arched, amusement flickering across his face like sunlight through blinds. “Greened out?” he echoed, glancing between you and Josh with growing intrigue.
Josh groaned your name, the sound stretched out with smoky exasperation. “Don’t you dare,” he warned, though the protest was weak at best.
You grinned wider, delighting in the story as much as you did the first time you told it. “It’s basically a weed overdose,” you explained, seeing the flicker of concern that darted across Tyler’s features. You hurried to add, “Not as scary as it sounds. It’s not dangerous. Just… humbling.”
Josh sighed, already bracing himself for the tale he knew too well. “Please…”
“It was a few years back. I gave Josh half of a weed gummy, right? And five minutes later, he’s pacing the room like, ‘This is shit, I can’t feel anything. Are you messing with me? Does this even have weed in it?’ I told him to wait it out, but he begged for the other half- practically on his knees.”
Josh buried his face in his hands, shaking his head as Tyler started to laugh, his shoulders bouncing.
“So I caved. And what happens next?” You could barely keep your own laughter in. “He lays on the floor for hours, hours, mumbling about how the walls were melting, asking where his mom was like he was six again. Then he passed out, slept for twelve hours straight, and puked in my laundry hamper when he finally woke up.”
Tyler doubled over, his laughter spilling out, breathless and unguarded. His head tipped back, the sound filling the room like music. “Oh my god,” he wheezed. “I don’t think I could top that if I tried.”
Josh shot you both a mock-glare, but the smile he tried to hide tugged at his lips. “Sure, laugh it up,” he grumbled, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.
“Aww, I’m sorry, Joshua,” you cooed, reaching out to ruffle his faded red hair, fingers tangling for a second before you deftly snatched the blunt from his lips. “Now stop hogging.”
The laughter faded into its usual comfortable hum between you three. You brought the joint to your lips, the waxy paper familiar, grounding. The burn was immediate as you inhaled, slow and deep, filling your lungs until they felt too full, the heat blooming in your chest. You held it there, savoring the ache, the way it buzzed through you. Then, with a shaky exhale, you let the smoke flow free, thick clouds streaming from your lips, your nostrils, curling toward the ceiling like small ghosts escaping your body.
A cough caught in your throat, soft and involuntary, and when you looked up, Tyler was staring at you again. His expression had shifted, no longer merely curious or amused. There was something else there now. His lips were pressed together, his head tilted just slightly, eyes darkened with an intensity you didn’t recognize. Like he was seeing you anew, the haze of smoke and the glow of the moment casting you in a light that made his breath catch.
It was the same way Josh sometimes looked at you when you weren’t paying attention.
You took a few more slow, savouring drags, the world growing fuzzier, edges softening as that familiar hum filled your veins. A lazy grin spread across your face as you leaned forward, offering the blunt to Tyler.
“Wanna give it a try, Ty?” you asked, your voice warm, inviting.
Tyler hesitated, his gaze flicking from your face to the joint, weighing invisible scales. You could almost see the thoughts running behind his eyes, what if he took too much? What if he ended up on the floor like Josh had, babbling nonsense? What if he embarrassed himself in front of you both?
But despite it all, he nodded, quick and sure. “Okay,” he said, soft but certain, fingers brushing yours as he took it from you. He shifted closer without realizing it, the three of you drawn tighter into the little circle you’d made, as if the smoke itself was weaving invisible threads between you.
Tyler’s eyes lingered on the blunt, watching as the ember at its tip faded to nothing but a cold ash, the fire snuffed out, leaving only a curl of smoke that drifted between you. His fingers twitched slightly, unsure of what came next, shoulders stiff with the weight of unfamiliarity.
“Here,” Josh murmured, his voice low, worn soft at the edges by the haze in the room. The word slipped from his chest like smoke itself. He leaned in, close enough that Tyler could feel the heat of him, close enough that his breath might’ve stirred Tyler’s hair. Personal space forgotten, irrelevant. Josh struck the lighter, the flick of the spark loud in the stillness, the flame small but sure as it touched the end of the blunt, bringing it back to life. Tyler watched him with an intensity that was almost startling, eyes fixed on Josh.
Hesitantly, Tyler mirrored what you’d shown him. He held the blunt with awkward fingers, too conscious of every move. His tongue darted across his lower lip, dampening it in a nervous tic before he brought the joint to his mouth. He inhaled, a little too hard, too fast, the musky heat of the smoke catching him off guard. It filled his throat like fire, raw and unkind, and he spluttered, coughing as the smoke burst from his lips in staccato gasps.
But neither of you laughed. Not this time. Josh’s hand reached out, steady and warm, resting on Tyler’s knee. His thumb moved in slow, grounding strokes, silent reassurance in the spaces where words weren’t needed.
Tyler swallowed hard and tried again, drawing in a smaller breath this time, holding the smoke for just a moment before releasing it in a shaky stream. He coughed once, then again, but softer, less frantic. He took another drag, and another, growing steadier, his confidence building in tiny increments as you and Josh watched him.
“You alright?” you asked, your voice low and honey-warm, leaning closer so the space between you narrowed, your grin tugging at your lips like it was second nature.
Tyler nodded, still catching his breath, but there was a flicker of triumph in his eyes. “Yeah.”
“You did good,” Josh added, his smile easy, the kind that made you feel safe. He patted Tyler’s knee before pulling his hand back, and only then did Tyler glance down, realizing it had been there all along. His gaze drifted from Josh’s hand back to his face, something unspoken passing between them.
You caught it too, and your grin widened, a knowing glint in your eye.
The joint made its lazy rounds, the three of you sinking deeper into the mattress, the weight of the world slipping off your shoulders as the room blurred at the edges. The whites of your eyes tinted pink, your limbs heavy, the laughter softer now.
“Alright, who wants the last drag?” you asked, twirling what was left of the blunt between your fingers, the ember small but stubborn, glowing faintly in the dim light.
Josh reached for it, always the opportunist. “Well, if you’re offering-”
But you pulled back, laughter bubbling up in your throat. “That was a test, and you failed.” You smirked, holding the joint out instead to Tyler. “Ty’s our guest. Don’t you think we should be good hosts and accommodate him?” You arched a brow at Josh, your expression teasing but firm.
Josh’s gaze met yours, a silent conversation flashing between you, one of those wordless exchanges built from years of knowing each other inside out. Something softened in his face, and he leaned back, a smile blooming there despite himself. “Go on, Ty. Finish it off.”
Tyler hesitated for a heartbeat, caught in the unspoken conversation between you and Josh, but then he took the joint with a small smile. “Alright,” he said quietly, and with care he burned it down to the roach, exhaling one final puff of smoke, this time smooth and easy. He stubbed it out in the ashtray at the center of your little universe.
For a moment, stillness settled over you all. Smoke hung in the air, delicate tendrils drifting lazy patterns toward the ceiling. The scent of burnt herb and paper clung to everything, your clothes, your hair, the walls themselves. The silence wasn’t awkward. It felt thick, warm, shared.
“How you feeling now, bud?” you hummed, turning your head to study him.
The sight of him made you want to laugh, though you held it in. His face was soft and open, cheeks flushed just a touch pink, that single dimple on his left cheek deepening as his smile became permanent. His brow crinkled, eyes bright, caught between dazed and delighted.
“Weird,” he admitted, the word stretching out with his slow, lazy laugh. “But, like… good weird. My brain feels like static. And warm. Everything feels warm.”
“Warm, huh?” you mused, shifting closer, closing what little distance remained. Your palm found his chest, fingers splaying gently across his ribs, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath. “Like here, right?”
Tyler’s gaze dropped to your hand, lingered, then lifted to meet your eyes. His grin never wavered, wide and unguarded. “Yeah,” he breathed.
Josh watched the exchange quietly, his teeth pressing into his lower lip, his gaze flickering between you and Tyler as though trying to read what passed in that small, charged space.
“So what made you wanna join us this time?” Josh asked, voice low, leaning in till his shoulder brushed Tyler’s, till the air between all three of you seemed to hum with closeness.
“I don’t know,” Tyler shrugged, the movement exaggerated, the haze loosening his tongue before he could stop himself. The truth tumbled out. “I guess I was feeling kinda left out.”
Josh’s brows drew together, softening. “Left out?”
Tyler rubbed at the back of his neck, his laugh sheepish. “Yeah. I mean, you guys have your thing, your inside jokes, your plans. And I’m just kinda… on the outside of it, sometimes.”
You snorted gently, tilting your head against his shoulder. “You feel left out? You two ditch me for months at a time to go tour the world. If anyone should feel left out, it’s me.”
Tyler laughed, the sound bubbling up without hesitation, his head tilting toward yours.
Josh bumped his shoulder into yours, his smile bright and easy. “You can’t play anything, and you’ve got zero rhythm. I’m afraid we’d have to leave you at every rest stop.”
“Rude. I’d have brought the vibes.” You feigned offense, laughing along with them. “I could’ve been a groupie,” you teased, grinning as Josh burst into laughter beside you. “Or your merch manager. Any excuse to tag along.”
But then your voice softened again, your grin gentling. “Seriously though, Ty. We didn’t mean to make you feel that way. This doesn’t have to just be a me and Josh thing anymore. It can be a you, me, and Josh thing, if you want it to be.”
“Remember earlier,” Tyler began, his voice soft, threaded through with a note of hesitation, “when I asked if this was what you guys did when I wasn’t around, and you said ‘mostly’?”
You stiffened, just slightly, your head resting against his shoulder but your body no longer as relaxed. The question hung there, heavier than it should’ve been, filling the space between the three of you like the lingering smoke. Your gaze shifted instinctively toward Josh, who had already met your eyes with the same flicker of tension mirrored in his own. The kind of glance that speaks volumes without a single word.
Tyler didn’t miss it. His brow creased faintly, his curiosity sharpening. “What else do you guys do?”
You lifted your head, feeling the weight of the moment press down as you searched his face. The easy grin you offered him felt sheepish, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t. “Did you know,” you began, voice lighter than you felt, “that some people say pot’s an aphrodisiac?”
Tyler blinked at you, his confusion genuine, his brow quirking as he echoed, “What’s an aphrodisiac?”
“Oh god, here we go again,” Josh groaned, letting himself sink back onto his elbows, head tilted toward the ceiling. The look on his face was one of pure exasperation, the kind that said he’d been down this conversational road with you more times than he could count.
You smirked, leaning into the familiar rhythm. “It’s a substance that’s supposed to increase, y’know… libido.” You watched Tyler’s expression shift, the confusion deepening, brow furrowing as he tried to piece it together. “Like oysters. They’re considered an aphrodisiac too.”
Josh let out a laugh, sudden and unrestrained. “Who decided oysters make people horny?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know!” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him. “Do I look like a scientist to you, Josh?”
“Definitely not,” he quipped, grin spreading wider, eyes glinting with mischief.
Tyler cut through your bickering, voice rising slightly in bewilderment. “What does this have to do with anything?” His gaze darted between you both, trying to keep up, trying to make sense of where this was going.
You sighed, running a hand down your face as if trying to smooth out the awkwardness along with your own nerves. “Weed can, uh, for some people anyway, increase sexual desire. That’s what I was getting at.”
Tyler opened his mouth to ask something else, but you watched as realization dawned on him mid-thought. His eyes widened, his head jerked slightly back, and his gaze snapped between you and Josh like he was trying to solve some impossible puzzle. His lips parted in shock, words failing him for a second as the pieces fell into place.
“What the fuck?” The words tumbled out, rare and raw from Tyler, who almost never swore. That alone told you how off-guard he was. “What the fuck?” he repeated, like maybe saying it twice would help him process.
“Ty-” Josh started, tone gentle, but Tyler wasn’t finished.
“So you’re telling me…” He trailed off, disbelief thick in his voice. His eyes moved between you and Josh again, searching, questioning. “You two have been… hooking up this whole time?”
You winced at the phrasing, but before you could say anything, Josh answered, watching Tyler carefully. “Well, not the whole time.”
“It first happened last year,” you said quietly, fingers fiddling absently with a loose strand of hair near your cheek. “It’s not a constant thing, Ty. It’s just… sometimes. When it feels right.”
Tyler stared at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, his thoughts clearly racing. His mouth opened, then closed again as he tried to settle on the right words. When he finally spoke, it came out in a breathy huff. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me.”
You reached for him gently, fingers brushing his shoulder, soft and tentative. “You’re not mad, are you?”
He slumped a little at your touch, the tension in his frame loosening as he exhaled a long, slow breath. His eyes dropped to your hand for a second, then lifted to meet yours. “No, just-”
“Feeling left out?” Josh joked quietly, his grin small and sheepish, like he already regretted the words as they left his mouth.
Tyler’s glare cut through the haze sharper than any smoke. His eyes narrowed, and Josh’s grin faltered, vanishing altogether.
Josh wasn’t wrong. The look on Tyler’s face, the flicker of hurt, the edge of longing, said it all. He wasn’t angry. He was lonely, and this revelation only deepened that hollow space inside him.
The silence that settled between the three of you this time was different, thicker, charged, heavy with a tension that neither smoke nor laughter could soften. It clung to the air like humidity before a storm. No one spoke. No one dared to break the moment, as though the first word would shatter whatever fragile thing was holding you all together.
“Ty,” you murmured, your voice barely above a breath, coaxing him from his stunned stillness. You lifted your hand, gentle and sure, guiding his chin with a single finger so his gaze met yours. His eyes were wide, searching, waiting. “Come here,” you nearly cooed, your voice soft enough to melt through his hesitation.
You shifted, folding your legs beneath you, rising onto your knees, drawing him toward you. The distance between you closed in slow motion, as if the world had slowed to watch. Your thumb grazed his jaw as you tilted his face up, and then your lips met his, tentative at first, soft and slow.
It was exploratory, gentle. Your hand slipped from his jaw to the nape of his neck, fingers threading into his hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him deeper into you. A soft hum escaped you as Tyler, spurred by your touch, he brought his hands up to cup your face, palms warm against your cheeks. His kiss grew surer, more eager. His lips parted when your tongue darted over his bottom lip, and a low, unexpected rumble of a groan vibrated in his throat as you deepened the kiss, tasting him, pulling him under.
Curiosity tugged at you, and you peeked one eye open, glancing at Josh. What you saw made heat curl low in your belly. His pupils were wide, dark eclipses swallowing the slightly lighter shade of his irises. His lips were parted ever so slightly, breath shallow, chest rising and falling a bit quicker than before.
When you finally broke the kiss, Tyler chased after you, lips seeking yours again, but you were already turning. Your mouth found Josh’s without hesitation, and he met you there like he always had, like a dance you both knew by heart, each step perfectly matched. His kiss was hungrier, rougher, the heat of him poured into you, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled at it, savoring the taste of you. You pulled away only long enough to swipe your thumb across your lip, catching his saliva, before glancing at Tyler. His awe mirrored Josh’s earlier, eyes wide, lips swollen, breathless.
Your hands found the back of their necks, fingers curling around warm skin as you tugged them both closer. The three of you met in the middle, mouths colliding in a messy, uncoordinated tangle of lips and tongues. It was frantic, needy, hot, teeth clashing, tongues seeking, not knowing or caring whose lips they found at any given moment. The taste of weed, of shared breath, of want was dizzying.
You let your hands fall, fingertips brushing down the lines of their spines as you slowly leaned back onto your elbows, chest heaving, heart pounding against your ribs like a drum. You watched them, spellbound, as they turned that same hunger on each other. Tyler’s fingers curled around Josh’s jaw; Josh’s hand slid to the back of Tyler’s neck, pulling him closer, as if closeness could erase all the space that had ever existed between them.
You bit your bottom lip, the sight almost too much to take, heat pooling low in your stomach. A soft sound escaped you, barely louder than the thrum of your pulse.
You cleared your throat, amused at the way they froze, slowly turning to look at you, lips red and swollen, eyes dazed and dark. Your grin was slow and wicked. “Don’t let me interrupt,” you murmured, pushing yourself upright, voice dripping with invitation. “Keep going.”
And they did. With a glance at each other, a silent agreement passed between them, and they closed the space again, mouths finding one another as if they’d done it a thousand times before.
You leaned in, nuzzling the curve of Josh’s neck, your breath hot against his skin as you placed soft, open-mouthed kisses there, tasting his skin. You trailed higher, leaving wet prints up to his pulse point where his heartbeat thrummed beneath your tongue. You sucked at the spot, felt the low groan tremble through him, his body taut beneath your mouth. You bit, licked, soothed, painting his throat with bruises.
Before you could move to Tyler, he broke the kiss with Josh, his eyes dark with something raw and urgent, and captured your lips again. His kiss was greedy, desperate, like he was drowning and you were the only air he had left. His hands roamed, skimming down your sides until they found your hips, fingers digging in as he pulled you closer, guided you into his lap.
You went willingly, straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss deepened, grew frantic, his breath mingling with yours, his lips slick against your own.
Josh pressed up behind you, his chest warm against your back, his presence surrounding you, caging you between them. His lips found the right side of your neck, his hands skimming your sides, making you shiver under his touch. He mirrored your earlier attention, kissing, biting, sucking at your neck, until your skin burned beneath his mouth.
You felt Tyler beneath you, hard and wanting, his cock twitching beneath the press of your clothed cunt. Behind you, Josh’s dick pressed firm against your back, his breath hot as he groaned into your skin.
Josh’s teeth sank gently into the junction of your neck and shoulder, his hands sliding down your frame till they met Tyler’s at your hips. His fingers wove with the others, and then he guided your hips, rocking you forward, grinding you down onto Tyler’s lap. You gasped softly, the friction sending shivers through you, your hips following the rhythm he set, slow at first, then faster, your need building, heat radiating from where you met.
Their hands were everywhere, on your hips, your thighs, your waist, as they moved you together, every breath, every touch, every tremble shared between the three of you.
“Fuck,” Tyler exhaled, the word spilling from his lips in a ragged sigh as he tore himself from your mouth, his chest heaving as he gulped down air. His gaze flicked up, catching sight of Josh behind you, and the low groan that left him made your insides twist.
A soft, desperate mewl escaped you, the sound trembling on your breath as your chest shuddered. You rocked your hips harder, faster, grinding down on Tyler’s lap, driven by the insistent tempo of Josh’s hands guiding you, his fingers digging into your hips with a grip so fierce you knew it would leave marks, imprints of this moment etched into your skin.
The heat of it all became overwhelming in the most delicious way as Tyler’s mouth found the other side of your neck, his lips searing a path over your skin. He nipped, sucked, kissed, while Josh mirrored him on the opposite side, two mouths devouring you, their touch sending shocks of pleasure down your spine. The overstimulation made your head swim, your body burning between them.
“God, fuck, that feels so good,” you gasped out, voice thick and trembling as your hips continued their slow, grinding dance. Your back arched, your ass pressing harder against Josh, dragging along the stiff line of his cock through his pants.
The sounds that came from both of them were downright filthy, guttural groans, breathy gasps, hungry, animalistic noises buried in the hollow of your throat, meant for your ears alone. The friction at your cunt was a maddening combination of too much and not enough, every roll of your hips driving you closer to the edge and yet leaving you wanting more, aching.
Without thinking, your arms lifted, surrendering to Josh as he tugged your shirt over your head and discarded it carelessly to the floor. His rough, calloused hands found the soft skin of your ribs, tracing upward, reverent and greedy all at once. When his palms cupped your breasts, you shivered beneath his touch.
You felt Tyler’s hands leave your hips, relinquishing control, letting you ride him as your body pleased. His fingers fumbled at your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down your arms as Josh’s fingers worked one nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing soft, breathy moans from your lips.
Tyler’s hands were back on you in a heartbeat, one strong arm curling around the arch in your back, holding you flush against him. Still, your hips moved in slow, grinding circles, savoring the friction, the pressure. His other hand slid forward, bold and sure, and you felt him palm Josh through his pants, a low, heady groan rumbling out of Josh in response.
Josh buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he nipped at your throat, his fingers tweaking your nipples just enough to make you whimper. Tyler claimed your mouth again, kissing you like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you, your breaths mingling, desperate and uneven.
And then Josh’s hands returned to your hips, halting your movements with a firm grip. You blinked, dazed, lips parted, ready to ask why, but you didn’t get the chance.
“C’mere,” he rasped, his voice rough, need threaded through every syllable. He drew you back against him, settling you between his thighs, his legs bracketing yours. His hands cradled your jaw, tilting your face toward him, his lips crashing into yours with hunger that left you dizzy.
A sigh slipped from you as Tyler’s mouth began its descent, kissing a heated trail down your chest. His lips worshipped every inch of skin, pausing at your breast, his tongue circling your soft flesh before sucking it into his mouth. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with slow, deliberate purpose as his mouth worked you, marking you, claiming you.
You gasped as his teeth grazed your breast, not hard enough to make you bleed, just enough to leave the imprint of his teeth. Josh took advantage of your parted lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting you, deepening the kiss.
Tyler moved lower, his lips leaving a warm, wet path down your stomach, his breath ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He paused just above your hip bone, his eyes lifting, locking with yours, dark and molten with longing. The sight of him there, framed between your thighs, made your heart race, your breath catch.
Slowly, reverently, he pressed feather-light kisses along the inside of your legs, switching from one to the other, teasing, building the anticipation until your thighs trembled. His breath fanned over your clothed cunt, the heat of him maddening, his nose nudging against your clit through the damp cotton of your underwear, making your whole body shiver.
Then, with a look that smoldered, he hooked his arms around your legs, pulling you closer. His teeth caught the lace trim at your hip, gripping it between his canines as he dragged it down, slow, torturous, his eyes never leaving yours. When they reached your thighs, his hands took over, easing the fabric the rest of the way down.
“Fuck…” The word fell from your lips in a shaky breath, your head tipping back onto Josh’s shoulder, your mind hazy with want.
“Holy shit…” Josh husked in your ear, his voice thick, his cock twitching against your back as he watched Tyler, his breath ragged, his need just as palpable as yours.
Tyler’s tongue found your clit with a slow, deliberate stroke that stole the breath clean from your lungs. It was soft at first, agonisingly soft, and yet your entire spine arched, a silent gasp snagging in your throat. The world blurred at the edges, the only clarity in the heat pooling between your thighs.
A moan spilled from you, low and shivering, as you pushed your head off of Josh’s shoulder, then forced your heavy lidded gaze down, seeking Tyler. And there he was, looking up at you, lips already slick with you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. His tongue flicked out again, slower this time, more purposeful, as though he wanted you to feel every inch of him, every deliberate drag.
And then his gaze shifted, sliding past you to meet Josh’s eyes over your shoulder. There was something electric in that look, silent understanding, shared desire, and when his tongue met you again, you felt it in your bones.
Your thighs trembled, hips bucking instinctively, chasing more, chasing friction, chasing that high.
“Stay still,” Josh murmured against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. His hands slid down, firm and steady, gripping your knees and spreading you wider, holding you open for Tyler’s mouth. His control made your breath hitch, made the need coil tighter in your belly.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Tyler groaned, voice wrecked, reverent. And then his tongue was moving again, soft licks that made your toes curl, flat strokes that set your nerves on fire, tiny pulses that left you gasping. Every flick, every swirl, every press of him against you was maddening, precision and passion combined.
Your thighs tried to close around him, instinct overtaking you, but Josh kept you spread, his grip unyielding. Your body shook, sweat slicking your skin as the heat between your legs built to a fever pitch. Desperate for grounding, you tangled your fingers in Tyler’s hair, the strands damp beneath your palm, tugging gently, urging him on. Your free hand reached blindly for Josh’s, threading your fingers through his, clinging as you shuddered with pleasure.
“Feels so good, don’t stop, Ty,” you managed to gasp out, the words falling from your lips like prayer. Tyler groaned, deep and feral, the sound rumbling through you as his tongue worked you, dragging slow, firm strokes through your slick folds.
Your eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back, but Josh wouldn’t have it. His fingers pinched your jaw, tilting your head down, forcing you to watch. “Eyes open, baby. Watch,” he breathed, voice thick, dark, his lips brushing your ear. And you did, you looked down at Tyler as he devoured you, as he lapped at you like a man starving. The sight of it, the sound of it, the scent of your own arousal mingling with their breath, it made your pulse thunder in your ears.
Tyler groaned again, broken and low, the vibration of it sending sparks through your spine. His hands slid up, cradling your ribcage, pulling you closer, pressing you down into him. His thumbs stroked your skin, rough and tender all at once, like he couldn’t decide if he meant to soothe you or ruin you.
You cried out, the sound raw, unfiltered, the heat between your legs unbearable, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. Couldn’t bear for him to stop. Your body was no longer your own, every nerve alight, every breath a battle. You tugged at his hair harder, your other hand squeezing Josh’s, grounding yourself in them both.
Tyler hummed against you, lips curling into a grin that you could feel more than see, pride and want tangled together. He drank in the way you trembled for him, the way your body surrendered to his mouth, the way your words dissolved into moans and incoherent babble.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, voice breaking, your back arching off Josh’s chest, stars bursting behind your eyes. Josh released your knees, but before your legs could fall, Tyler’s hands caught them, hooking them over his shoulders, locking you to him. Your hips ground against his face, chasing that friction like you needed it to breathe. A bead of sweat rolled down your throat, over your collarbone, as your vision blurred, lashes fluttering.
And then you shattered. Your whole body clenched, thighs tightening around Tyler’s head, toes curling, fingers white-knuckled where they gripped Josh’s. A cry tore from your throat, raw and beautiful, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, leaving you breathless, boneless, burning.
But Tyler didn’t stop. Even as you trembled, as your slick coated his chin, dripping down onto the sheets, he kept going, licking, sucking, worshipping you. Your hips jerked involuntarily beneath him, sensitive and overstimulated, and still he feasted on you, until your soft cries became pleas, until you could do nothing but whisper his name like a prayer, broken and undone.
Finally, he lifted his head, lips swollen, chin glistening, his eyes dazed and dark as he looked up at you, then at Josh.
And before you could catch your breath, before you could even think, Tyler was pulling you into a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him. You melted against him, weak and wanting, lost in him.
Josh’s breath was hot against your shoulder, his chest rising and falling against your back. You turned your mouth to Tyler’s neck, pressing kisses along his throat, trailing lower, your hands fumbling with his belt, trembling fingers desperate to free him.
And when Josh finally claimed Tyler’s mouth, hot and hungry, you felt the heat of them both, surrounding you, consuming you.
As Josh finally broke from Tyler’s lips, his hands found your hips, his grip ironclad, fingers sinking deep enough to leave bruises like secrets only they’d know. His breath was ragged, low in his throat as he rasped, “On your knees, sweetheart. C’mon.” The demand was rough, but laced with affection, as he guided you upward, his palms insistent and trembling with restraint.
You obeyed without hesitation, moving onto your knees, your hands bracing against the mattress, grounding yourself in the swirl of heat and hunger between you three. When you lifted your gaze, Tyler was already watching you through his lashes, teeth caught on his bottom lip, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
“Shit,” he exhaled, voice thin with awe, hand sliding under your chin to tilt your face up, keeping you tethered to his eyes even as your fingers deftly popped the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down in a slow tease that made his breath hitch. Behind you, the sound of Josh rummaging through your drawer mingled with the thrum of blood in your ears.
Together, you worked Tyler’s jeans down his thighs. He tugged his shirt over his head, casting it aside, his skin flushed and tan in the dim light. You couldn’t help but trace your finger along the ink etched into his chest, pressing kisses to the warm plane of his stomach, savoring the faint salt of sweat on his skin. The tip of your nose brushed the trail of hair leading from his navel down, down, until it disappeared beneath the band of his briefs.
Both of them watched, their stares burning into your skin. Slowly, deliberately, you hooked your fingers into Tyler’s waistband, dragging his briefs down, baring him inch by aching inch. His cock sprang free, thick and hard as a lead pipe, veins running like rivers along the shaft, the tip flushed a delicate pink, glistening with a bead of precum.
A shaky sigh spilled from Tyler’s lips as your fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slow, savoring the weight of him in your hand. You met his gaze again, eyes heavy with lust, as you leaned in, your tongue flicking softly over his tip, tasting him, making him shudder. His groan, raw and desperate, made your knees weak.
Behind you, Josh watched, entranced, as if he couldn’t believe the sight before him. His hand caressed the curve of your hip, the soft flesh of your ass, as he tore open the condom with his teeth, foil falling forgotten to the floor. His hands were steady as he rolled it on, but his breath betrayed him, uneven with want.
You took Tyler deeper, your mouth sliding down his length, feeling him pulse against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks, each movement slow, measured, driving him wild. His fingers threaded into your hair, tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle.
Then came the press of Josh behind you, his cock brushing your slick folds, his touch lighting every nerve. The head of him teased your clit, drawing a moan that vibrated around Tyler’s cock, making him groan deep, his hips twitching.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Josh asked, voice softer now, his fingertips trailing down the curve of your spine, grounding you, worshiping you. You hummed your answer, mouth full, and that was all the encouragement he needed. With care, he eased himself inside, the slide made easy by how wet you were, how ready.
“Oh fuck- don’t clamp down on me like that,” Josh half-laughed, half-moaned, voice breathless as he stilled, savoring the way you gripped him. Tyler’s head fell back, throat working as he swallowed hard, groans rumbling from his chest.
You bobbed your head faster now, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t take, Tyler’s grip in your hair tightening with every pass of your lips. Josh began to move, slow at first, hips rolling into you, drawing a whimper from your throat that vibrated along Tyler’s cock, making him shudder.
Josh’s pace quickened, his thrusts deep and sure, his fingers digging into your waist as you rocked between them. The heat in the room rose, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint musk of weed, an intoxicating blend that made your head swim.
Then Josh snapped his hips hard into you, and the force sent you down deeper onto Tyler’s cock, making you gag, throat clenching around him, sending shocks through you both. Tyler’s voice broke into curses, eyes dark with pleasure, torn between watching your mouth take him and watching Josh claim you.
Josh’s rhythm became relentless, his hips slapping against you, filling the room with obscene sounds, the wet slide of bodies, the sharp slap of skin, the chorus of your moans and their groans, tangled and raw.
“God- just like that, don’t stop,” Tyler urged, his voice frayed at the edges, his grip on your hair rough now, the burn of it making you whimper, fueling you. His hips began to move, shallow thrusts into your mouth, fucking your throat as his eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and desperate.
Tears pricked your eyes, your vision blurring as you looked up at him. And then you saw it, Tyler’s hand shooting out to Josh, pulling him down into a kiss that was all teeth and tongues, messy and needy. The sight, the sound, the sheer heat of it, shattered you.
Your climax crashed over you, violent and all-consuming. Your thighs shook, your cunt clamped down on Josh, milking him as a high, broken cry tore from your throat. Josh groaned, low and wrecked, a few more hard thrusts before his cock twitched, his release filling the condom as he buried himself to the hilt. His breath stuttered against your back, his body shuddering.
Josh’s slow, lazy thrusts pushed you forward, driving Tyler deeper into your throat, until he hissed, “Fuck- open your mouth, baby.” He pulled back, stroking himself hard and fast, his jaw tight, his body coiled. And then he came, thick and hot across your tongue, painting the wet pink flesh white.
You met his gaze as you caught your breath, mouth open, tongue coated, before you closed your lips and swallowed, slow and loud enough that they both heard it. And they stared at you, wrecked and ruined.
The three of you lay sprawled across the bed, bodies slack, limbs tangled, chests rising and falling in shallow, uneven pants. The room was heavy with the heady scent of sex, sweat, and satisfaction mingling in the thick, humid air. Your skin glistened under the soft wash of lamp, casting your forms in a warm, hazy glow. Drops of sweat traced lazy paths down your ribs, your neck, pooling where your bodies met, where heat still radiated in waves.
For a long moment, no one spoke. There was only the sound of your breathing, three heartbeats trying to slow. Tyler’s arm draped over your waist, his fingers idly tracing shapes along your side, while Josh lay half on his back, head turned toward you and Tyler, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally, it was Josh who broke the silence, his voice low, rough-edged with exhaustion but softened by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You were right, Ty…” he huffed, the words curling out on a sigh as he glanced over at him, eyes warm, crinkling with the force of his smile. “We shouldn’t have left you out.”
Tyler’s breath hitched with the quiet laughter that escaped him, his eyes flickering toward you as if to see if you shared the sentiment.
“I second that,” you murmured, your voice a soft rasp, still catching on the remnants of moans and gasps. You turned your head, pressing a tender kiss to Josh’s cheek, his skin still damp and warm, then to Tyler’s, his lashes fluttering at the touch, a faint flush still painting his cheeks.
The quiet stretched again, but this time it was peaceful. The kind of silence that wraps around you like a blanket, thick with unspoken understanding. Your bodies remained tangled, Tyler’s leg hooked over yours, Josh’s hand resting across your stomach, thumb stroking down your supple skin. The world outside felt impossibly far away; here, in this moment, there was nothing but the soft press of skin, the shared warmth, the afterglow humming in your bones.
Eventually, you lifted your head, hair sticking damply to your temple, gaze lazy as it flicked between them. The corners of your lips quirked in a grin, voice low and playful as it broke the stillness. “Anyone want a smoke?”
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