Hey so; kept thinking about rapid switching sex Aka, epithets is one some psychosexual bullshit
A/N: alter name, switches/referring to other alters in system! Reader are shown by colored text
Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, some marking, multiple rounds Inaccurate & sexualized depiction of dissociative disorders.
It had been a joke really, at first, mostly. One that slipped between the paralleled chaos of minds constantly spinning. Neither system knowing the certainty of someone being able to actually settle into front.
Both bodies on the bed, laying on their backs and staring at slanted ceiling of their shared apartment. not daring to try to confirm who was in front at any given moment. not to each other, not to yourselves. Because you'd learned this lesson over and over again. Saying anything just throws whatever calm can be reached out the window.
"What would you even call it if we had sex right now?" You mused, chuckling through the grain that somehow only clouded your eyes.
"Love. What the hell are you on about?" Steven scoffs, turning his head to throw you a puzzled look.
"Cause it's still physical two bodies," you trail off. The world dissipating in a foggy ripple before clearing again "but our brains can't stay one person for shit right now"
"that's what you all are thinking about right now?" Jake's voice responded, followed by the shuffle of sheets as he rolls over. hand on your chest and his chin on your shoulder. grounding himself with your touch through the surged of being dropped into front like a terrible fair ride.
"not initially. its being discussed, like a hypothetical"
Jake shakes his head, managing a tired chuckle before nipping at your collarbone.
And that how you all ended up here. Only the gods know how many rounds its actually been, no doubt some moments in this tangle of overworked nerve endings being lost to grey outs and gaps from how fast your minds change out the dance partners.
When Jake had turned you turned on your side, the bend of your knee caught on his forearm. Trapped so he could watch your face while he rocked almost lazily into you. When you and Steven had found yourself together sometime else, sat on his lap, his hands clinging to your hips holding you on his cock will cement him in the body for a little while longer. When Marc had your face pressed against the pillows, his own between your thighs. Insistent to leave a rasp in your voice before he's shuffled back into their mind.
You feel the ache from the marks littering your skin. Can still feel the phantom of every one of their kisses against each of your skin. Can see the same evidence you all had left on their body. Trading signature brands between system to paint the flesh that houses you.
there's a mind numbing sting at the edge of every wave of pleasure that wrecks your body. One some of you chase and other of you melt into delirious babbling messes under.
"Holy fuck—" the words are punched out off you, cut off when you're basically sobbing into the tan skin of his shoulder. You'd only just now figured out which name was yours, before a particularly sharp thrust from his hips had you forgetting it all over again.
Your nails grasp at his shoulder blades. Clinging to him as the already dizzying ordeal of taking front so suddenly swirls the mind numbing pleasure between your legs from the body's on going stimulation.
"I know, baby, I know" Marc coos, smoothing over your hair with one hand. Already nosing at your jaw to place a comforting kiss at the hinge.
You don't miss the half smug half pleasure drunk smirk of his against your skin. You have half a mind to sink your teeth into his neck for such a crime. You're barely lifting your head to follow through when he leans in closer, pressing himself against you like he can will himself into your rib cage.
"M' gonna slow down, I got you"
"You– you and A/N are terrible," you gasp. Already melting into his arms. Arms that you feel falling away from your shoulder before the cling to your waist. Your hand moves without your instruction, your voice shifting through the hiccuped moans and broken gasps of his name. Like the two of you are falling away before another pair continues to test if your bodies can keep up with the reconfiguration of your minds.
"Lovie!" Steven whines, the over-stimulation in his flesh rushing him all at once. The way his cries cut through Marc's groans already being committed to your shared memory.
It's like his mind has been short circuited, cut off from the way his hips keep driving into you with frenzied desperation. Barely pulling back before he's scrambling to push back in.crying so pretty against your shoulder while he paws at you
"well th-then slow dow-" you start, trying your damnedest to soothe your sweetheart. But Jake wastes no time once he feels he has the reigns again, practically folding you in half. One hand gripping into the pillow your head rests on.
"Little more," he rasps, dropping his head to press his forehead against yours. The choked plea punctuated by how deep his hits like this. The fucked out look he wears almost as needy as steven's. The almost manic gleam in his eyes standing out so much more in the comparison.
"So fuckin' sensitive, hurts so good." He babbles, pressing his lips against yours in a messy kiss, that uncanny recognition you've all grown accustomed to still shinning through clouded, blown out Pupils gaze.
And who are you to deny him?
"Mhmm, j-just a little bit more" you promise, gripping on to his forearm. Hoping that your collective hand holding on to their collective arm is enough to keep your hazy mind from floating too far away.
Because you know 'a little more' is a bluff you're all telling yourselves.
