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𓈒 otra noche en miami 𓈒 ֯ 𓈒◌

ㅤㅤㅤit may be the adrenaline, or just the joke. maybe buried desires. there's one thing clear, though: you and your boyfriend share the same taste in men.ㅤㅤㅤ╱ wc: 5k

pairing. pedro pascal x younger fem!reader x benito "bad bunny" martínez

warnings/tags. +18 (minors dni), pwp, threesome (m/f/m), p. in v., anal sex (only time i'm writing it, okay?), creampie, oral (f. and m. receiving), praising + humilliation kink, use of mami/papi, dirty talking, pussy slapping (i love it my bad), cum play, nipple play, fingering, double penetration, vouyerism, overestimulation, aftercare, badbo x pedro if u squint, dom!pedro, reader is implied to be latina, spanglish, ik benito wasn't wearing any rings for his performance but lets pretend he was!!, ptwt don't cancel me please; don't need to get moral on me.. just scroll past it (it's ooc it's disgusting lalala soy de palo tengo orejas de pescado) (i literally got flagged lol)

a/n. benito yo siempre te vi bien uffff en especial desde que te dejaste colochito. girl idk i had an epiphany (not by tswift) while watering my garden: 3k celebration... 3... benito bc of benito bowl and i was listening DtMF... pedro because i'm always thinking about him... thus this was born. look, i'd never have a threesome but if these two showed up at my door.. i'm sayinggggg,, happy valentines (some hours later) dilf town !!! 2 gifts in 1 ♡ tysm for 3k y'all also new layout yey me

"Pero, es que lo hubieras visto, Beni" you laugh. "Se mandó tremendos pasos en el Airbnb con Ana y conmigo, para luego salir todo tieso en la casita" (you should've seen him. he danced so well back at the airbnb when we were with ana, but then he got all stiff on stage at the casita)

Your boyfriend doesn't seem to find this as funny as the pair of you.

"Míralo, to' enoja'o" Benito teases. (look at him, all grumpy)

"Ignore him. He's jealous I displayed all my best dance moves" you quip. "God, when EoO started playing, I lost it. We were supposed to leave by then, but I couldn't. La Gasolina played and I swore Daddy Yankee was showing up on stage. Pedro filmed it all"

"By lost it she means she went down on me when she thought no one was looking" he places then a hand over his chest, proud. "And yes, I have everything in record, including you meeting Karol G"

"I was seeing stars" you fawn. "Viste, Pedro se tomó literal el Debí Tirar Más Fotos. His storage is the strongest hero on earth" (see? pedro took the i should've taken more pictures name of your album literally)

"I am very loved, so it works for me" he defends himself. Pedro then gets closer to Benito, wrapping an arm over his shoulder. "But, yeah, y/n's right. This might be the best superbowl ever. I promise it isn't my bias as a latino and your friend"

He shrugs, humble. "I just wanted to do my best. Get the message spread"

"No, seriously" you add, "I got chills when you named every country in America. Like, how did you even remember them all?"

"I guess I got good memory" he smiles shyly.

"Aw" Pedro pats him in the back as Benito lets out an oof at the unexpected hit, "take the compliments, man, you deserved it"

"Yes! You represented latino culture in such a beautiful way and most importantly" both men look at you expecting a thoughtful answer, "me cumpliste el sueño de perrearle encima a mi marido en cable nacional gringo" (you made my dream of dancing explicitely over my boyfriend on national us cable come true. *marido=husband, but it's also used for long-term partners you live with)

"You had to make it about you, don't you?" Pedro rolls his eyes but it's all teasing. "Damn, baby, you're such an exhibitionist sometimes"

"No, I'm not!" your cheeks flare up. "I just like the idea of being able to broadcast my privilege to the word: I'm dating the second hottest latino in the planet!"

Pedro smiles until he processes your words.

"Second?!" he asks, between desbelief and offense. "Who is supposed to be hotter than me?"

"But I was told I made everything about me" you sigh. "Beni, of course"

The mentioned's eyes widen. "Me?"

He probably looks more surprised by the confesser than the actual confession.

"Oh, c'mon. Aren't you?" you argue. "I mean, I knew it a while back but that Calvin Klein photoshoot from last year? God. I was- I passed out. For real"

Benito looks at your boyfriend, probably expecting a discussion (he doesn't want to be the cause or take any part on; you're his adoptive parents, his favorite couple) to start or a snide against your behavior. Instead, he's met with the last possibility he expected:

"What?" Pedro peacefully chews his gum. "I agree"

"No sé qué e'tá pasando" (i don't know what's happening)

"Easy, Beni buddy. We're not blind" you wink his way. "If we like what we see, we say it"

Pedro then finds his spot by your side, hand around your waist as he gently strokes the area of your exposed skin between your skirt and top.

"My lady's right" he smiles, tone borderline flirty, "even if that means giving my hottest latino title to another"

"You're number one on the Top Dilfs of the Year, amor. Twice" (love)

He knocks on your head lovingly. "You need to leave that app. It's ruining your brain"

Benito, still in shock at the interaction happening and partialy in daze by the half-time show, asks out-loud:

"Are you open?"

Pedro's caresses stop and your eyes open in surprise. Benito startles himself when you both laugh out loud.

"No!" you wipe fake tears after your laughter has calmed down, "we're- no, we're not open. We just think you're hot"

He still can't believe this conversation is happening at all. Nobody was on the other side of the door, right?

"We? Both?"

"Yes, both" Pedro happily clarifies. "Got a problem with that?"

He's quick to correct himself.

"No, señol'. Cada quién ama a quién quiele" Benito adds sincerly. (no, sir. love is love)

Pedro smiles sweetly at his disposition.

"Alright" he chuckles, "but lets drop the love card. All I said was I think you're attractive"

"Ah, you gettin' cold feet?" the younger man teases.

You intervene with a smirk. "Don't test him. He gets feisty"

"'Cause I love dares" he adds, loudly chewing his gum.

"No, 'cause you're a sore loser, amor" you tease lovingly, cupping his cheek.

He rolls his eyes without being mad. "I see what's happening, you are teaming up against me"

"No, we're not. This started as a compliment shower for Beni, you just had to make it about you, huh?"

"Alright, I'm leaving this room if all I'm getting is insults. Me and Ana are getting drunk on the Airbnb and you're invited if you stop going at me"

"¿Qué dijo?" (what did he say?)

"Que es un viejito aburrido que ya se va a dormir" (that he's an old boring man who needs to go to sleep already)

"Enough" Pedro's cheeks flare up. "You said you liked old men, don't bring up your youth on me!"

You chuckle, kissing his chin. "You're so easy to rile up! You know I love you like this. Besides" you trace his chest, that flushed skin his open shirt lets you see, "it doesn't affect your performance at all"

Benito's ears turn red at the tips. It's almost adorable how shy he gets as if he didn't write and sing much worse lyrics.

"Please, you can't get shy if you wrote Safaera" you joke. He only flushes more, "you make a living out of it!"

"Yeah, but-" he tries finding his words, "seeing you two... I know you two. It's, different"

Pedro decides to have some fun too. "Good or bad different?"

"I don't know, man. Sex is sex. This is your life, just- don't tell everyone about it"

You leave Pedro's side, who makes a little snort when he sees you walk up to Benito. He remembers earlier conversations, some drunk, some after the bedsheets of your home stick to your body during the aftersex haze. Because he knows that walk of yours, the flare in your eyes: no one would notice the difference, but he knows you. Oh, you're plotting something, that dirty imaginative mind of yours doing cartwheels.

"Lo dice el que cantó si tu novio te mama el culo" you make fun of Benito while you ruffle his hair. "Besides, you aren't everyone, Beni. You're one of our closest friends" (if your boyfriend doesn't suck your ass)

"Still..." he tries to get off the topic.

"Alrighr, how about this" you sit on the couch backstage. Pedro follows, patting his lap. You move there, finding your spot among his legs but without breaking eye contact with the singer, "tell me the nastiest thing you've done"

He looks even more shy, if possible. "No. I can't say that"

"I'll tell you mine"

You're persistent. Bored, or maybe just annoying, overall.

"We joined the High Mile Club, last year. It was before the Fantastic Four premiere in London"

Pedro kisses your neck, then playfully hides his face there. "Stop exposing us"

"I've done that too" Beni adds to your surprise.

"Oh, you're saying it's not special? Okay, lets level up"

"Te queja' de tu novio pero ere' igualita" (you complain about your boyfriend but you're the same)

You laugh as Pedro drops an I know!

"Okay, enough. Question: what would be the nastiest thing you'd do?"

Silence follows your question, a strange thick sense of tension seeping into the room. You feel the faint smell of sweat now stronger. Even Pedro seems to ponder the question, hand resting thoughtfully on his chin.

"What would you do?" Beni asks.

"Hey!" you complain, "don't turn this on me. I asked first"

"Well, I'm asking now. Quielo' ideas" (i want ideas)

You relent. "Fine, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else"

"Who? TMZ?" he jokes.

"Shut up" your cheeks flare up not at the joke but at the confession incoming. "I'd... I'd have a threesome"

You close your eyes after having revealed what you consider your darkest deepest sexual desire. When you open them, the younger man stares pondering while your boyfriend rubs the small of your back.

"I thought so too"

You look at him with disbelief. "Really?"

"Yeah, that's why we're soulmates" Pedro laughs. "What? I had a crazy life before meeting you. Everyone wanted a piece of me"

"So that Vanity Cover headline wasn't a coincidence, huh?"

Pedro laughs, cheeky. "What can I say? True story right there"

"Okay" Benito cuts off. "Un trío. ¿Con quién?" (with who)

"See? That's why I haven't like, even thought about it that much" you explain. "I have no clue who I'd trust"

"For what?" he presses, although it's fairly obvious.

"To fuck me fron behind" you drop, crudely.

"Well" he clears his throat, less shy but still not completely confident, "a while ago you said I was hot"

"Yeah, I remember. Your point?"

"Is your secret desire also a threesome?" Pedro asks.

The younger man shakes his head. "Not really my thing" he looks both of you up and down, lingering on Pedro's exposed chest and the soft flesh of your legs the skirt can't cover. "But now that you brought it up, I might be into the idea"

You look at Pedro with subtle panic and a deep carnal desire you can't quite hide.

He smirks. "Oh no, don't give me that look. You started this, kitten. Curiosity kills the cat, remember?"

"Ya sabe' lo que dicen" Beni speaks, making you look back at him, "pa' reforzar la amistá'" (we should reinforce the friendship)

You look back at Pedro, probably for confirmation or an out; a last call for your sanity.

"I'm in if you are" he pecks your lips. When he speaks again, his hot breath tickles your parted lips, exhaling heavy quick puffs of air at the sudden rush. "Besides, we both said he was hot, didn't we?"

Pedro flickers the lights. Just hours ago, you were laughing in this very same place, making fun of his dance moves. Now, you got the biggest singer in the planet, maybe next to Taylor Swift even, ready to fuck you with your boyfriend.

Life and its crazy twists. It was the year for latinos, that's for sure.

"I told Ana to leave. She went to meet up some friends" Pedro explains the third guest's abscense, or why your friend wasn't there, more having to do with a quick text Pedro sent on the ride back than an actual plan that wasn't originally there.

"Wow, I think you're more eager for this than me" you tease.

Pedro rolls his eyes. "I won't remind you who the catalyst for this whole thing was"

"Okay, pero no actúes como si te tuviera forzado" (don't act like you're being forzed to do this)

"I see. This is a shennanigan I'll later be solely blamed for"

Benito, behind you, clears his throats at your couple antics.

"¿Empezamos?" (should we start?)

"Good you reminded me, actually"

Without waiting to waste any more seconds, Pedro takes you by your legs, picking you up bridal style. You squeal as Benito laughs at the sudden move.

"¿Qué haces?" you giggle, "¡bájame!" (what are you doing? put me down!)

"Nope" he refuses as you giggle louder. "Bedroom, now"

Pedro walks up to your shared bedroom, still carrying you. Benito trails behind as your boyfriend places you gently in the bed while you laugh, kissing your neck. He then runs his fingers along your legs, making your body tremble. God, doesn't he know you? What you like, how you like it. All the teasing that comes before, how just a light touch can make you squirm and so eager for it.

Softly, he parts your legs, seeing how damp you were already by the wet spot between your legs, right in the middle of your favorite laced underwear, hidden by the small skirt that's been driving him insane ever since you left the place earlier.

He turns around, looking at Benito, who's eyes have gone a darker shade as well. Oh, so he has noticed it too.

"I heard you're an eater, Beni" your boyfriend speaks through paused, heavy words. "But, do you know how she likes it?"

You see the younger man gulp at your boyfriend's daring words, eyelids heavy and lips parted as heavy puffs of breath come through.

You lay your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes when Pedro grabs you by your thigh, lightly squeezing the soft flesh.

"Don't stop watching"

It's like Pedro always wanted an audience. He dives into your cunt, nose burying itself in your tight folds. He feels your pussy clench and the bed sheets move as your fist closes around them. Your stomach and legs tense as he continues to make a mess out of you, mouth attacking your slick cunt while his nose keeps hitting too damn close to your spongy spot. He finally finds it, the hairs of his mustache tickling the rest of the sensitive skin.

You gasp, back arching.

"Este cabrón" curses Beni under his breath, a small groan afterwards. (this bastard)

You see him walk closer, hand over his pants, squeezing his cock. You'd seen the pictures of that concert during his residency in Puerto Rico, how the silhouette of his dick against white shorts went viral, people even baptizing the move of it while dancing as "dwerking". You gulp at the though of its size and texture, if it'd fit in you as easily as Pedro's, already used to his girth.

For a moment, your boyfriend's mistrations, sloppier and more urgent, get you close to your climax. For that second, you forget Benito is there.

That until he whispers, hot breath tickling your ear as he levels to your height:

"You sound even prettier than I thought, mami. No pares" (don't stop)

With a final cry, his words send you over the edge, thighs squeezing around his head while your fingers bury themselves on the messy wet curls on the back of his head, nails and silver threads woven through the chesnut.

"I-" you try to speak, but it's all mindless blabber as you try to breath evenly again.

"'S okay, baby. You did so well" your boyfriend kisses your inner thigh. Then, gets up, looking at Beni as your slick covers the bottom half of his face. His gaze stays there, at the sticky transparent gloss over his licks, chin and facial hair. "Wanna try?"

He nods, wordlessly, but before he can get near you, Pedro cuts him by taking in his lips, kissing him with your juices on his mouth. The older man pulls away with a devilish smirk, probably satisfied with his move and how he took him by surprise.

"Now you know how we taste"

You shiver, body spent and aching but still conscious enough to know what it is that's happening.

"All yours" as he steps aside.

Beni walks towards you. You don't expect him to start sucking your skin, tentatively, his teeth nipping into the flushed warm expanse of your body, attacking your neck, making you moan out loud. He bites the same spot again, harder this time, as you cry his name.

Pedro hears this, cock twitching painfully in his pants at the thought of you whimpering a name that isn't his.

Benito sucks with expertise, sucking love bites first in your neck, and then down your collarbone. You grab his back, his shoulder blade and then hair. You don't know what to touch, what to hold on to, or was it the fact your body is still drunk from pleasure that Beni's touches make you shiver.

"Creo que está lista" (i think she's ready)

He moves his legs so Pedro has access to your lower body. Your boyfriend tugs the sweaty skirt and sticky panties down, until the only article of clothing you had on was your top.

"You're being a good girl, mami. Real obedient for us" he licks his hand, from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his fingers. "I just don't like hearing you moan names that aren't mine"

He then smacks your throbbing pussy. The slap makes you jolt, yelping out loud. Beni smirks against your skin, satisfied with the sound.

"Ah, te gustó eso?" he teases, eyes flying to your chest. He pulls up your top, unclasping the bra and freeing your nipples pressing against it. Pedro notices too, of course he does, his hand twitching until he pinches it. (did you like that?)

You moan out loud as he keeps pulling and rolling the bud. Benito reaches for the other neglected nipple, hand spread over your breast, squeezing the doughy skin, nipple cuaght between his ring and middle finger. You whimper when the cold of the metal on his fingers makes contact with you.

"See?" Pedro teases, "she loves when we play with her breasts. Such'a little minx, so easy to rile up"

You whine at your earlier words being used against you.

Another slap lands on your clit, a loud cry piercing through the air.

"Good thing Ana isn't here. She'd hear what a slut you are"

His thumb then soothes the sting, circling your clit as he plants a kiss on your head. Dirty talking is not new to you, nor this, but the thought of it happening while someone else watches sends a current through you.

"Can I eat her out now?" Benito asks with a perfect english. Men truly learn what they're interested in.

Pedro nods as he takes place between your legs, but then, he stops the younger man.

"Wait" he smirks, "do you think I'm just gonna sit here and do nothing?"

He points the edge of the bed. You obey in an instant, knowing exactly what he wants to do.

"Look at you" he teases, giving a small playful slap to your ass as you crawl to the spot and lay down, head hanging off the bed, "so eager to have your throat stuffed with my cock"

By the time you blink, he has his cock out of his white pants, hanging free on the air. You feel your mouth drool at the familiar sight, and, when you look at the other side, Benito is already on briefs too. Yes, the Calvin Klein ads did him justice. So that story he posted once with only a towel covering his tattoed body, the same your boyfriend had liked and seen (several times).

Speaking about him, his index fingers is sinking knuckle-deep inside your pussy, rings getting covered in your slick. You moan, feeling the rough pressure of his thumb down your clit.

Pedro gets back you attention, snapping his fingers.

"Will you be a good girl and suck my cock?"

You nod, eagerly. "Yes, papi, please" as you stick out your tongue.

"Look at you, so eager for two cocks" Pedro chuckles darkly.

Benito nods while adding another finger, curling both inwards to brush against your g-spot. You shiver, bucking your hips against his fingers for a bigger sense of pleasure. He's taking his time, fingers brushing but not quite. You whine, impatient, but the singer holds you in place, hand firm at your lower belly.

"Tranquila, mami. Hay tiempo" (easy, we have time)

As Pedro's cock pushes past your lips, Benito finally goes down on you, lips sucking harshly your clit, teeth nibbing softly on one of your lips. It makes you moan, vibrations tickling your boyfriend's cock. He groans, pushing in until his tip reaches your throat. You hollow your cheeks out, swallowing around him whenever it hit.

You inhale heavily through your nose, trying to even your breath, but it's not that easy if Benito has gone back to pumping in and out of you with a faster pace, tongue flickering around as well, both men intent on your and their pleasure.

Pedro's hand finds your throat, pressing lightly on its center with his thumb. God, he's so large, you can see his eyes go dark at the sight: feeling his cock against the tight area, loving every inch you take. It's involuntary, really, but you gag as his thumb presses the skin. He pulls back as you gasp for air, only to thrust his cock back in: he's so big it's hard to get used to, even after all this time. You feel your jaw open so wide, it'll crack; lungs so tight, they might snap.

Benito slurps your pussy like it's a drink, the sound loud and obscene. You gasp against Pedro's cock as the Puerto Rican grabs your thighs and pulls them over his shoulders, all to get you closer.

"Look, baby" your boyfriend says, almost proudly, "eso es un hombre que resuelve" (that's a reliable man)

As Pedro fucks your mouth and Benito ravages your clit, you feel closer to seeing stars. Tears run down your cheeks, body overwhelmed with pleasure as none of the men hold back, intent on making you gush both spit around your boyfriend's cock and juices over your friend's mouth.

"Shh. Don't cry, pretty girl" Pedro hushes, a long calloused finger caressing your cheek tenderly, "you're almost there"

He pulls out, leaving you in a coughing fit. His dick was coated in spit, hard against his stomach.

"Where do you want me to come, baby?" he groans, unable to contain himself any longer. You point your mouth with a tired, trembling finger. "There?" Oh, greedy baby, you don't have any shame"

You lick your lips, anticipating, making them even more of a wet mess.

"Here, mami. Have it if you so badly want it"

He plunges right in, straight to it. Your boyfriend's a giver, after all.

The licks in your cunt stop, or maybe you've felt them stop as Pedro's hot thick seed comes down your throat, making you moan.

You try so hard to open your eyes, but the haze starts to catch upon you. Still, you manage to open up your eyelids, right in time to see him: Benito, standing in front of you, eyes glued to the mess and heave of your bare breasts, the sticky feelong of your juices and your sweat, on how Pedro's soft dick pulls out of your fucked put mouth, gaze dark and wild.

No, you didn't stop feeling it: he just stopped everything to see Pedro come inside your throat.

"Don't worry, Beni. We ain't done yet" your boyfriend pants. "We... You'll have your part. I love to share what's mine"

You see him move, opening up the discarded messy luggage on the corner, ruffling through the suitcase until he pulls a small bottle. His fingers soon are coated on the liquid.

"Lubricante?" Beni asks out loud. (lube?)

"I come prepared" is all Pedro says, shrugging. "We get, freaky... on vacations. Sometimes"

Benito quickly thinks of poor Ana and hopes her room is far, or at least, that the walls are soundproof.

"Okay, less talk and more work" Pedro spreads some through your rim, lube cold against your skin. "It's fine, baby. It'll get warm, I promise. You got to relax, your hear me?"

You hum, becoming practically non-verbal.

"Now, when and where do you want who?"

Your throat feels so sore from all the fucking, but you still manage to croak out a raw: "Both"

Both's eyes go wide at your confession, or well, request, by that firm and determined look behind your glassy dazed eyes and the drying tears that make your eyelashes look bigger.

"At the same time?" Pedro asks, stunned. He slaps your pussy, softer but the sting still makes you whine. You bite your bottom lip to drown the sound. "God, you're such a fucking slut I swear"

You clench at nothing, both at the words and the idea of what could happen.

Pedro notices. "My baby's so spoiled she's lost all shame. I've indulged you too much, haven't I? So needy" he purrs the last words, a wave of heat coursing through you. His hands find your hand as he helps you sit on the bed. Both remove what's left of their clothes and join the bed, making it creak.

"Nobody has to find out about this" your boyfriend says as he parts your legs, sitting infront of you. Beni places behind, sandwiching you. You finally feel his length, girthy against your ass. Pedro smirks as the singer leaves a kiss on your shoulder, his cock against your stomach throbbing at the sight of his lips against the flushed spot.

"Ready, mami? To indulge in your darkest desire?"

Pedro's lips crash into yours, messy, as he guides his cock into your awaiting pussy, sliding inside in one thrust. You throw your head back with a moan, Benito capturing with a kiss the exposed skin of your neck as you arch into him. The older man groans when he feels your hand shoot out and grab his arm, nails digging into it.

Your other hand, however, slides to grip your ass, spreading it with slowly, waiting for Beni to go inside. His tip brushes against your rim, length pushing in slowly as you stretched around the head of his cock. At the sensation, you cling to Pedro's cock.

"Fuck" he grumbles, his cock warm and heavy between your clenching walls. "Hurry up"

"No quiero lastimal'a" Beni says. "Relaja'o" (i don't want to hurt her. calm down)

Still, he slides in the rest of his cock. Once it's in, you moan, loud. Pedro kisses your moan off, biting your bottom lip with a satisfied grin.

"That's my baby" he praises. "Atta girl"

You feel so full, stretched from both holes. It's a new sensation, so hazy and so burning, you officialy go numb as they start to move. Breathing and sounds mix into the thick humid air, groans turning into vapor and sheets becoming a mess as the bed creaks under the shared weight.

The build-up for pressure starts to burn in your lower abdomen as your boyfriend holds you by the waist, pulling you closer until your breasts push against his torso. In turn, Benito gets a better angle for your ass, hand resting there as you rock your hips to match both of their thrusts.

They pick up a pace: faster, rougher. Drool starts to drip off your open mouth, body focused on only one thing: taking all they're giving. You moan when Pedro hits your g-spot with his cock this time, your ass and pussy clenching around both cocks.

"So tight, fuck" Pedro curses. "So good for us. You wanna cum already?"

You nod, eager, a series of babblering falling out your mouth.

"Vamo', mami. Ya casi" Benito groans. (keep going, almost there)

"Just ask, baby" your boyfriend commands. "You know how it is" he groans, speaking between thrusts. "Talk to me. Use your words and tell me what you want"

"You" you mewl, "y-your cum"

Benito places a hand over your ass, rubbing the area. "Mami, se te olvida la palabra mágica" (you're forgetting the magic word)

"I ne- I want" you cry, "please"

"There it is. Eso mami" he praises. (just like that)

It's like your body was waiting for permission before giving it. You snap, your orgasm ripping through you. Pedro holds you by the waist as Beni keeps you in place by your hair, fucking you through your orgasm, holding your spasming body upright. Your walls flutter on them so hard, it grips them like a vice, the feeling warm around their cocks.

Pedro comes first, shooting his load inside you. You clench around him, desperately.

"Good girl. Don't waste a drop. Show me who you belong to" he speaks, voice a low hoarse rumble.

Probably those words or the twitch of your whole, but the singer follows soon after. He groans, louder than your boyfriend. He's the first to pull out, cum dripping from your ass as he sits back on his thighs, trying to breath regulary.

"Damn"

Your thighs quivered, still feeling the intense post-orgasm. Talking about them, they're a mess.

"Wait" Pedro says. He may feel a little tired, due to his age, but as your partner, he makes sure to get off the bed, dress with his brief and grab a towel to clean you up. "I'll be right back"

Benito traces random figures on your skin as you go in-and-out. Suddenly, a warm, damp cloth presses against your heat. Fingers threaded through your hair, as he goes down on you, kissing your cheek.

"You did so good, baby. I'm proud"

You think you manage a smile as he finishes to clean you up.

"Beni, ¿podés cargarla un momento? Voy a quitar las sábanas" (can you carry her up for a bit? i'm gonna take off the sheets)

The younger man nods. Pedro does it quick, finding a pair of panties on the suitcase and slipping them on you, as a shirt belonging to him.

"Esa camiseta es una guerrera" Benito laughs, seeing the familiar yellow Lakers shirt. (that shirt's a warrior)

Once you're all as clean as possible (Benito even took a quick shower), you lay all in bed. It didn't feel right to cuddle, but nor to kick him out (which is funny given he just fucked your ass).

You whine, extending your arm at your boyfriend. Pedro pulls you closer, spooning you on his side. You bury your face on his chest, feeling more at ease. Sleepily, you open an eye slightly, looking for Beni.

"You know" you yawn as Pedro combs your hair with his fingers, "this should happen again?"

"A latino superbowl"

"No, this" you emphasize with a lazy smirk. "We make a good team"

He chuckles under his breath, face red. "Shut up"

"No, seriously. Teams of three are great" you insist. "Team Rocket. Jessie, Woody and Buzz. Alvin and The Chipmunks..."

Pedro laughs, kissing your forehead.

"Oh my God, I think we re-wired your brain or something"

"It's not funny, I'm serious!"

"Please, go to sleep" Benito pats your back, laughing. "You need it"

Though, when they think you're asleep, Benito says: "Tal vez si debamo' repeti'lo" (maybe we should repeat it)

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