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May 17

i have an insane one.

what if. we had a male reader who was already sleeping with ville and had feelings for him, but reader notices how close ville is with bam and gets jealous. for some reason bam is giving reader these unreadable looks every few moments when he’s with ville. this is a surprise tool that will help us later. one day, reader confronts ville, ville goes. “yea i am fucking bam but bam likes you too” and bam comes out and goes “yea i do like you do you wanna be a polycule” and they all have the greatest most earth changing threesome in the world the end unicorns and rainbows. and if you feel like it. all three of them are closeted. so there’s this bit of angst that tinges the air like secondhand smoke

thank you !!!!! #imnormal

Sweet Pandemonium

Ville x Reader x Bam

(First of all, Anon, I love whatever little creatures live inside your head and tell you to write this in my asks. I LOVED this, and I hope you do too. I kinda forgot all about the angsty closeted bit to be honest, and this took me like a month to write so admittedly I'm not entirely sure what I even put down. If it's inconsistent again you'll know why. But uhhh... yeah, I hope this threesome changes your life for the better. Also, this is my breakthrough with anal/gay intercourse,,, I find it a little scary because frankly I don't know how that shit goes. Hope this is accurate?)

Tags: MLM, threesomes, dick sucking, Ville has a thing with cum, looots of jealousy, sweet moments in between. Switch-ish reader(?), subby Bam, Anal sex Word count: 3.7K

When Ville had initially asked you to come with him to Westchester, you were confused. Never had you been on long trips anywhere outside of Europe, the farthest you’d been was probably Germany.

You obliged nonetheless, having met Ville’s American friend once before, with whom you were staying, and also who had been your ticket out of Finland in the first place. Hours were spent on the plane, Ville and you conversing, watching some bad movies on the little tv’s on the chair in front of you—though it would’ve been more relaxing if you hadn’t suffered from anxiety. Your friend only found out about your fear of flying when you were two-thousand feet in the air and panicking slightly.

The two of you had always felt some tension, and only a year ago had you decided to begin hooking up. It was one of those “friends with benefits” situations. A cliché name for something that now seemed entirely mundane to you. So what if you and your friend had sex? At least you had someone to go to if you were in dire need of a good blowjob, and Ville never disappointed. The two of you being nothing more than horny friends never stopped him being all mushy and romantic with you—though usually the praise and the poetics only came after a few drinks.

But at this very moment, after a day of travel and another day of rest at Bam’s place, you were lounging in one of the guest rooms. Ville and you shared a bed clad in purple and black satin, complete with a romantic black canopy that Bam couldn’t help giggling about when he initially showed you the room. Something about Bam and Ville as a pair, however—it seemed off. Sure, you and Ville weren’t exactly the most conventional set of friends, but he and Bam had something different. In the few interactions the two had had over the past two days, there had just been an unsettling sense of attraction, perhaps tension. Both of their eyes sparkled when exchanging stories, and their hands seemed eager for one another’s bodies, lingering too long after a hug or other contact.

Then, Ville came sauntering in in only a pair of pants and a borrowed pair of black slippers, his tattoos on full display as he ceremoniously threw open the blackout curtains to wake you up fully. In response, you sat up with an annoyed groan, though not entirely unaware of the mouth-watering smell that came from the kitchen downstairs.

“Wake up,” Ville stretched his long arms, grinning tiredly at you with unusually plump lips. They’d always swell like that when you’d get into another kissing fit with him. “Bam’s made us some food.”

“Has he?” You sat up skeptically, eyeing your friend as he crossed the room to throw you a shirt, which you dressed yourself in before stumbling out of bed. There was no ignoring the sway of Ville’s hips as he lead you to the large, open living room, the fireplace lit to combat the cold morning air outside Bam’s large windows. You almost felt a little too poor around the American, slightly inferior even.

Ville left, then returned with Bam, holding three plates, with stacks of thick, syrupy American pancakes on them. Safe to say, the three of you were filled to the brim by the end of it, stuffed with sweet, buttery goodness.

That night you decided to hit up the first pub of your little trip, one Bam frequented. Both he and Ville seemed to be so popular that they got away with paying for only one or two drinks, the rest all sponsored by fans or the barkeep. You stood by semi-awkwardly, after a while, watching your friends dance clumsily and drunkenly to a 50cent song on the mostly empty dancefloor while you nursed one of too many drinks. In your head was a buzz, though accompanied by an all too familiar sense of jealously. Bam and Ville were swaying far too close, giving each other these oddly intimate glances, and the American’s hand would constantly linger on the Finn’s waist whenever he’d bend over to speak into his ear.

When they seemed too occupied, you’d slip into the men’s bathroom, drinking in the smell of sweat and the indistinct, drunken English chatter, hoping it would distract you from the fact that the man you were having sex with was very clearly interested in another. But you were only friends, no? Friends that had sex, friends that were casual, friends that shouldn’t be getting jealous over perceived closeness to someone else. Yet, the feeling was there, knawing at your heart and whispering words of uncertainty in your ears.

You were still pondering the same thing when you left the bathroom, only to run into Bam, beautifully sweaty, and with head of messy, fluffy dark hair. Ville had surely ran his fingers through it, perhaps tousled it or tugged on it. Things he did to you. Things he shouldn’t be doing to this younger, giddy boy.

Bam gave you an indiscernible look then, a little grin on his otherwise droopy, drunken face. His blue eyes burnt into yours with an irresistible heat, something unfamiliar, confusing. Ville had mentioned Bam being intense and sensitive, but you hadn’t expected to experience it, especially this prematurely in your friendship.

“Hey, Ville wanted to leave in half an hour,” He shouted over the music, ignoring the men stumbling past him to carelessly that it nearly knocked him off balance. “What do you say?”

You tried to speak, only for the words to fail you as the boy stared you deep in the eyes, lingering like they did on Ville’s immaculate body. He made you want to drink more, get lost in your thoughts, lost in his gaze. The intensity made you stutter out an answer.

“Uh—yeah, lets… yeah, okay.”

Then later, after a little while longer of dancing and observing your friends, you all found your way out in the street. The three of you walked a block or so until you were able to wave down a cab, surely charging far too much per mile, though Bam was eager to pay. But, you couldn’t help but notice—Bam and Ville, way too touchy, especially Ville’s tough hand on Bam’s squishy thigh as he sat nestled between the two of you. Jealousy was simmering again, a now familiar burning sensation in the back of your skull.

Bam and Ville were giggling about some stupid joke you’d missed after, stumbling up the driveway to the younger man’s self-proclaimed ‘castle’, arms wrapped around each other too tight to just be friendly. You tried your best to ignore whatever they had. Both Ville and Bam were well in their right to do whatever. That was specifically the reason why you would hook up with Ville. There were no strings attached, or at least there shouldn’t have been.

Judgement and jealousy aside, however—they were a cute pair. You’d known from the first time seeing them together that they were a match made in heaven, or hell. Something just clicked between them, perhaps more than it did between you and Ville.

Then, before Bam opened the door, he glanced at you over his shoulder. The same glance as before, his bright blue, lidded eyes shrouded in pure mystery. Or perhaps you were just… extremely naïve.

Bam quickly disappeared upstairs, giggling when Ville playfully smacked him on the ass while walking away. The two of you stayed behind and found the kitchen, digging around in Bam’s fridge for yet another beer.

You were unusually silent in the awkward air of third-wheeling all day, jealousy rising again when Ville began pacing around the room. He noticed your stare after a little while, standing about ten foot away when he finally spoke up in Finnish, his voice echoing.

“What?” The taller man stood straight, or attempted to. “You’ve got something to say, come on. I haven’t heard a damn word from you all night.”

“What’s with you and Bam?” You muttered, the words leaving your mouth effortlessly due to all the drink, though jealousy was evident in your voice. Ville scoffed. He could tell.

“Why, are you jealous?”

“No.” You lied pathetically.

“We’re hooking up, if that’s what you wanted to know.” He paced again, slowly moving in like a snake. Once again he was being a flirt. “We had an agreement, didn’t we?”

“I don’t care what you do with Bam.” Your tone was far too snarky to come off nonchalant. Ville laughed at your poor attempt to disguise your feelings as he stepped closer, close enough for you to smell the beer on his breath.

“Okay, I know you. I know you’re jealous. You don’t have to hide that from me.”

“Well I’m not.”

“I don’t think Bam’s opposed to… you.” Ville grinned when you stared at him questioningly, trying to gauge what he meant. “We’ve talked about you, you know. Bam’s into you.”

“You’re just saying that.” You scoffed in disbelief, leaning against the counter while your friend inspected your every move, like always. It was in his nature to watch and wait rather than interject. The sound of Bam’s drunken, clumsy footsteps rang through the large house, and you took an unusually long sip at your beer when he descended the stairs to the kitchen. Of course, he went straight to Ville, leaning against him with an utterly innocent gaze.

“What’re you two babbling about?”

“Bam, you think he’s cute, right?” Ville’s deep voice boomed through the room as he wrapped an arm around the other man’s shoulder, using his beer bottle to point at you. Bam gave Ville one slightly confused glance before looking you over, the attraction clear as day on his soft features.

“Why wouldn’t I think that?” He chuckled, not thinking much of the conversation, missing all the cues. You were red as a tomato in front of them. They were watching you as if you were a zoo animal, and maybe you even enjoyed that.

“Well?” Ville’s voice softened significantly, now a deep rumble in the echoing room as he stared intently at you. “Here’s the attention you wanted, sweetheart.”

Nervously, you stepped forward, taking Bam’s hand when he offered it to you with a grin. His confusion seemed to have made way for arousal as he shamelessly led both you and Ville to his bedroom. You stood cluelessly in the middle of it when the three of you were inside, when Ville looked back and forth between you and Bam with a cocked eyebrow.

“So, are you going to kiss him?” He murmured hotly, egging you on as he pointed at Bam. Then, finally, once you and Bam had mustered up enough courage to kiss and fondle each other, Ville spoke in a deep whisper, “that’s right.”

Bam’s kisses were rough, clumsy, and juvenile, his hands running up your arms while yours trailed to his plump ass, squeezing and making him moan into your mouth. After a little while you broke away for air, and Bam began kissing your throat when you tipped your head back, eyes fixed on Ville.

He stood leaning against a dresser, lit cigarette in one hand while the other calmly massaged his crotch. Fuck, you’d never seen anything so hot before, and you’d never had the attention of two men on you at once. “Don’t mind me.” He murmured, taking a long drag as Bam needily sucked marks into your neck.

“You’re not gonna join?” You tugged Bam closer, feeling his chest against yours.

“I will.” Ville shrugged, casual confidence radiating off of him. “But come on, don’t be shy. Give me a little show.”

Of course Bam, ever the attention whore, was quick to help your out of your shirt, after which you helped him out of his. Ville stood watching still, smiling to himself as Bam pushed you into a nearby armchair, only to leave you there and go back to Ville for a quick, heated kiss.

For a second, jealousy seemed to bubble up in your gut, only for your two friends to break away and kneel by your feet. You barely had any time to react before Ville’s big hand was on your cock, palming and massaging it to life while Bam eagerly kissed his neck. All you could do was writhe and moan at the sight, revel in the feel of your friend’s firm, experienced hands. He knew what you liked by now.

Bam, however, was the one to finally pull your dick free from its confines once it had finally hardened. You blushed when it sprang free enthusiastically, eager as your two friends descended on it.

“O-oh, shit,” You groaned, pleasure shooting through your body as two tongues licked your tip at the same time, both your hands finding purchase on the two men’s heads. If you had to fly nearly twenty hours for this, Helsinki to Philadelphia, you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

And watching the two of them, tongues colliding with nearly ever lick they gave your erection, spit coating your shaft and running down it only to get licked back up again, fuck. Nothing would ever beat this, nothing beat them looking so flushed and pretty for you, treating you like an utter king simply for existing.

Then Bam took over, effortlessly fitting about half of your cock in his mouth and pumping the rest with his hand. Ville sat back to catch his breath, watching you moan and grasp the other boy’s hair out of desperation. The smell of sweat was beginning to fill the room, and your balls were aching with the need to cum.

“You take it so well.” Ville praised happily, giving you an unusually innocent smile when you peered down at him. His hands seemed obviously busy with his belt.

You ached more, body tingling intensely as the pressure built up more and more. If all of it wasn’t enough, your best friend now had his dick out too, stroking it carefully while he watched, eventually joining in again to where he and bam were sucking on either sides of your tip.

“Ah, shit, I’m gonna cum like this,” you groaned, arching your back as Ville pumped your shaft with a firm grasp. Then, before you knew it, you were squirting your hot seed over both their lips, moaning their names as you shut your eyes tight. Upon pulling away, the two had your spend all over their lips. For a second you wanted to help them wipe it off, only to see them head into a kiss tongue-first, sharing your taste.

Your head reeled at the sight, something so utterly nasty and horny, a show just for you.

Small strings of cum and spit connected their lips once they pulled away, which Bam happily licked off Ville, savoring the taste.

“You okay?” The smaller man enquired, his cheeks flushed an adorably deep shade of red as he caught his breath.

“No, I died a little just now.” Your murmur pulled soft, genuine laughs from your companions. With a thrumming heart you looked down at the two, sensing more than just mindless drunken lust.

“That’s why the French call it ‘le petit mort’, sweetheart.” Ville, ever the poet, quipped while standing up, his cock proudly fisted in his hand. “Let’s get this to the bed, shall we?”

“Wait, who’s on top?” Bam scratched his head as he stood up, you followed closely behind. “I’ve never actually… fucked two guys at once, you know.”

“Oh,” Ville cooed with a nasty grin, pulling out a second cigarette. “We’re fucking, then?” Bam’s face turned red when he heard that, rushing to the bed and flopping down face first with a slight bounce. “And you want to keep your clothes on?”

Then, suddenly Ville’s hands were on your jeans, tugging them down with a clumsy amount of force, after which you helped your friend just the same. By the time the two of you stood naked, entranced by each other’s bodies for the millionth time, Bam had also discarded his clothes. Even fully naked you felt hot, sweating out the beer from earlier as Ville grabbed you by the waist for a hot kiss, the unlit cigarette resting between his fingers. All you could think of were your flings with Ville, how they always felt so real and genuine, even now while you were drunk.

“Come,” Ville gave you a gentle nudge toward the bed, on which Bam sat with an unsure expression. “You can ride him, can’t you, Bam?” he growled seductively, finally lighting the cigarette once Bam agreed and positioned you. Your cock was stirring again as you laid down, your head supported by a stack of throw pillows. The other man sauntered over once Bam took to prepping you and himself with lube out of his bedside table, sliding the cold goo over your re-hardening cock until it stood tall like it did before.

Now smoking, Ville dropped down next to you, leisurely stroking his cock while admiring the blush on Bam’s focused face. The boy kissed you while hovering over your lap, your hands running down his waist before he sat upright again.

“Go on,” You murmured, huffing when Bam positioned himself over you, guiding your cock to his slick hole. He sank down with the cutest noise, one of your hand finding purchase on his thigh as he allowed himself to bury you to the hilt.

“Now you know how I feel.” Ville hummed hotly beside you, passing the cigarette to you for a few puffs, then taking it back again. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his smoking hot, even if it was incessant. “Give into it. We’ll take good care of you.”

Truthfully, this much stimulation was a little overwhelming. You’d just came from getting head from two people at the same time, and now you had one bouncing eagerly on your dick.

Ville handed the cigarette to Bam momentarily as he descended to kiss you, one hand resting on your abdomen. Your happily reached over to stroke his cock, your other hand still on Bam’s thigh as you moaned and writhed.

“I’m not going to last at all.” You whimpered when Ville pulled away to kiss Bam instead, his spit coating your lips. It was almost like your hips had a mind of their own, happily meeting Bam’s hips whenever he sank down.

“And you think I am?” He retorted with a soft, breathless laugh, a stray curl sticking to his sweaty forehead as he peered down at your scrunched-up face. “Fuck, you’re bigger than Ville.” Ville laughed at that, eagerly sucking a hickey into Bam’s neck before pulling away and retrieving his half-smoked cigarette. Your hand was still on his cock, pumping to Bam’s needy rhythm.

“You’re comparing us, are you?” He murmured, eyes fixed on your fist as it slid up and down on his dick. Mesmerizingly so, squeezing tight around the pink tip just like he enjoyed.

Bam attempted to laugh, only for a strangled moan to tumble from his lips when you nudged his prostate. The way he clenched around you sent a harsh tingle up your spine, one indicating your second orgasm of the night. Your two friends seemed to be falling apart too, both panting and sweating, Ville changing his position to be able to thrust right into your fist.

“Shit, I’m really close,” Bam murmured roughly, falling out of rhythm as his legs began to give out under the pleasure. You gave him all with a few rough thrusts that made your balls ache again, then pulled out and let go of Ville’s cock in favor of your own.

Ville took the hint, taking over and pumping himself with a giddy speed, one arm slung around Bam as he followed suit. The two kissed again, hungrily, lovingly, the sight hot enough for another jolt down your spine. Unfortunately there wasn’t even enough time to warn them of your impending orgasm, quickly gushing all over your belly with a strangled groan that alarmed them. Ville’s hand sped up with the need to catch up, and soon he came too, a little higher up on your abdomen, toward your stomach.

Then finally Bam came, a string of mumbled curses falling off his lips while his spend shot over you, coating you in even more white ropes while you and Ville both came down from your highs.

And then you were there. Red, panting to the point you couldn’t speak, and witnessing Ville bend over to lick the mixture of cum off you. You ran your nails over his back as he did so, the feeling of his tongue somehow relaxing you and making you sink further into the mattress. He didn’t stop until you were fully clean, eventually flopping down on your left side while Bam took your right.

“What if we did this again?” Ville murmured, finally stubbing out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray. “More often, I mean.”

“Sex?” You chuckled, your feet still tingling from the pleasure.

“No just… just us. The three of us.” He didn’t dare look at you, face flushed and his voice a little unstable. “Together, you know?”

“Does that… work?” Bam murmured from the other side of you, rolling on his side and resting his chin on your damp chest. “Three of us, first of all, and then the distance.”

“It can’t hurt to try, right?” Your arm slung around Bam’s shoulder, scratching gently at the skin of his arm. “I mean, I’ve never really felt like this. It’s like this makes sense—we make sense.”

Ville rolled over too, resting his head on his hand to look down at you and Bam all snuggled up on top of the sheets. “You’re too drunk. Since when do you get all lovey-dovey, huh?”

“Since… I don’t know.” You chuckled, not even knowing the cause yourself. Ville lowered himself to your lips for another kiss, though a tender one without any tongue. “We should try this thing.”

“I’m pretty fuckin’ lucky, then.” He murmured, smiling happily at the sight of his two lovers.

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