summary: after you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you whilst you’re getting ready for work one morning, knowing full well where his touch would lead, Ah Sahm uses his voice to get you off instead
warnings: heavy smut, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby, good girl), graphic descriptions of masturbation, slight sensory deprivation (he asks the reader to keep their eyes closed so they can focus on his voice), low-key oral fixation, graphic dirty talk
a/n: thank you so much to @icy-spicy for all her help with this! Requested by anonymous. Hope you all enjoy, would love to hear what you think 💕
His heavy hands moulded to the curve of your hips. He toyed with the elastic of your underwear, slipping a finger below the band and gently tracing over the soft skin.
You felt the firmness of his chest at your back, the soft scratch of his facial hair on your shoulder and the deep hum in his throat as he pressed his lips to your skin.
You were supposed to be getting dressed for work. But with Ah Sahm around? That was never an easy task.
He’d just left your bedroom to fetch his shirt, his waistcoat and his jacket from where they’d ended up strewn about your living room the night before. And when he’d returned to see you dressing for the day he couldn’t resist the lingering urge to have his hands on your skin once more.
He couldn’t help it. The delicious sting of your nails raking down his back was still fresh. It had him aching.
“Hands off. I can’t let you make me late for work, again,” you said that even as he carefully moved your bra strap to the side, even as you melted at his delicately pressed lips on a bruise he’d suckled into your shoulder last night, “No matter how much I want you to.”
You knew exactly where him touching you like that would lead and just how long that takes. He liked to take his time with you, but this morning it was time you sadly didn’t have.
Although you’d had him throughout the night to touch your heart and warm your bed, his hands on your skin and his lips on your neck sent your stomach burning for him again.
“So when you said ‘hands off’ did you mean just my hands or…?” He asked, grinning as he placed one last press of his lips to your skin before stepping away from you, respecting your wishes.
Just hearing from your mouth that you wanted him again was enough to have his trousers tightening and his mind running a mile.
You looked up at him confused, head tilted. An adorable look if ever he’d seen one. So he stepped in closer to you again, leant his mouth right down by your ear.
“What I’m trying to say is, ‘What if I asked you to touch yourself?’”
Any resolve you had left simply seeped from your body as soon as those words left his mouth.
Work could wait.
He had you seated back against the pillows. Your body laid bare before him with the exception of your panties. He’d already had you toying with and teasing your nipples over the fabric of your bra before he instructed you to take it off.
You had no idea where he was. He’d asked to close your eyes for him, a request you’d whined at but he promised you it would be worth it. And he was right.
His voice felt like it was everywhere. It was the only sound you could hear save for the blood rushing through your ears and your own shallow breath. You hung off each and every smooth-toned syllable that left his lips. Noted how some words fell quicker than others but most were a drawl.
“Start dragging a finger over your slit. Up and down,” he uttered.
You did as you were told, dragging your middle finger along the length of your slit over your panties. The cloth clung to your aching heat already.
“That’s it. Nice and slow for me.”
You moaned at the feeling. The desperation in your voice had his eyes closing longer on their next blink.
“Want you to think about how my hands would feel on your skin right now. Think about how I’d touch you, how I’d taste you…” He trailed off, watching as you so delicately ran your fingertip over your pussy, how you clearly ached for more. He was mesmerised by that slow, tender movement.
“If I could touch you right now I’d be touching you slow. Might run my hand along your thighs and tease you until your panties soaked through…” His brow furrowed for a moment as he realised just how wet you were, “…They’re already soaked through aren’t they?”
You nodded in affirmation and he outright groaned at the thought, dragging his hand over his face. This was just as torturous for him as it was for you.
He ached to touch you.
Making you feel good- whether that was with his hands, his tongue, his cock, it didn’t matter- got him off more than anything else in the world. He wasn’t used to just having to use his voice.
“Take em’ off for me.”
You had your panties around your ankles in an instant, flinging them off the side of the bed as the cool morning air hit washed over you. Goosebumps littered your body, the skin raised beneath your hands.
“Get your fingers nice and wet.”
He expected you to suck two fingers into your mouth or maybe soak them on your tongue. What he absolutely wasn’t expecting was for you to instead swirl them around your entrance, and for that sound that came from it to be so deliciously soaked .
“You’re already that wet for me, sweetheart? Shit .” His mouth all but watered, “Let me taste you?”
Of course you did. You felt his fingers on your wrist, felt the anticipation that he was going to replace your touch with his tongue. Except then you felt his lips wrap around your two fingers, just tasting the tips.
He wasn’t about to break your ‘no touching’ rule so easily. No matter how much he was itching, absolutely dying to have you right from the source.
“Always tastes better from your hand than mine,” he mused.
He sucked them back into his mouth and groaned like he’d just tasted his first slice of heaven. You felt the vibrations running through your hand as he cleaned your skin with his tongue.
When he was satisfied, he set your hand back down against your thigh. “Play with your clit for me, baby. Slowly.”
You let your fingers travel down to your entrance, soaking them before trailing right back up to your throbbing clit. You moved your fingers in slow circles at first, gliding them over the flesh.
Your clit was hard and throbbing so you circled it faster, more pointedly, in exactly the place on your clit that felt best. You went right for it out of habit and he noticed how your breath hitched.
“Ah-ah. Patience, sweetheart,” His voice seemed like it might have grown even deeper then, “Be nice and gentle. Slow down and build yourself up,” you slowed your movements down, right to a crawl, “That's it, just like that.”
It was slow. Too slow. And he knew that, he knew how frustrating it would be and that was exactly why he asked to touch yourself so slowly; Just so you could feel that ache.
“Need it faster,” You whined, hearing his deep chuckle from across the room, “ Please .”
The way you begged just then made him hard to the point of pain. He’d shown so much restraint up until then, managed just to sit there and bounce his knee. But having you begging for him to let you touch yourself more quickly was what finally made him crack and bring his hand down between his legs. He smoothed his palm over his cock where it lay confined in his dress trousers.
“When you ask like that? You can have whatever you want, princess,” he cut himself off with a sharp breath as his thumb found the head of his cock, “Touch yourself a little faster.”
So you did, mouth hanging open a little from the sudden change in friction.
“Such a good girl,” he breathed, his voice sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.
He was still teasing himself over the fabric of his trousers, and the strain wasn’t going away. Each sound of your fingers slipping as they glided through your folds, every little cry or gasp that fell from your lips had his insides burning for you. He had to do something about it.
“Sounds like you’re fucking dripping, huh sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded, not trusting your words not to falter, “I’ll tell you what. Since you’ve been so good for me, so patient, you can have my fingers just for a minute. You want that?”
“Yes, please,” you whined, exhaling a long breath at the thought.
‘No touching’ be damned.
You heard the faint rustling of fabric and the sound of his shoes scuffing against the floor as he walked in your direction from wherever he’d sat down. Each heavy step sent your clit throbbing, just begging you for his presence, his touch.
Then you heard the distinct rattle of his belt buckle. The sound of metal on metal followed swiftly by a soft sigh. From the depth, the heaviness of that sigh you knew then that he’d taken his cock in his hand.
You withdrew your hand despite the ache that it left between your legs in preparation for his treasured touch.
He was close enough to you now that you could smell the faint flair of smoke mixed with his cologne, you could hear his steady breath.
You felt his large hand cup your heat, so his touch didn’t shock you by diving right in. And when your lip began to quiver in anticipation for his hand to move, he plunged two, long fingers within you and curled them until his knuckles almost knew your warmth.
Your body welcomed him as an old and favoured friend. His fingers slid inside you so easily, so smoothly and his thumb found your clit just as quickly.
“Tell me, do your own fingers feel as good as mine?” He asked, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get a coherent response from you apart from keening.
His fingers felt better. They were longer, broader than your own. And given the amount of time he’d devoted to learning exactly how to use them on you, to learn exactly how you liked to be worked open? It was no surprise he could get you off as efficiently as he could.
He cursed quietly to himself as he felt how wet you were, how absolutely drenched your pussy was for him. Both the moans that tumbled from your lips and the sloppy sound of his fingers pulsing in and out of your soaked entrance sent him hardening even further.
You called out for him when he withdrew his hand, desperate for more.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, lips lingering on your forehead for a moment.
This time he didn’t taste your slick no matter how much he wanted to but you did hear him groan. You had heard the sweet, lewd juices of your pussy as he plunged in and out of you and then those same sweet sounds coming from where you knew him to be, as if he was touching himself with that same wet hand.
You could picture it. Oh, you could picture it so well; Him lathering up his thick cock with your slick and fisting it in his hand.
You couldn’t resist cracking open an eye then two as those sweet sounds filled the air.
He’d pulled up a chair at the bed’s side, which he now draped himself over. He sat legs wide, unbuttoned shirt spread open and crumpled from his hand’s movements. His trousers were unbuckled, splayed so he had easy access to his length.
You watched as he pumped his hand up and down it a few times, his eyes closed and lips pouted. You saw the way his thumb smoothed your wetness over the velvety head of his cock, how he worked himself from base to tip so his entire length was covered in your sheen.
You rubbed yourself a little harder at the sight of him so dishevelled and needy, knowing that was from him watching you touch yourself. The look of pure and utter pleasure on his face was one of which you would never tiring of seeing.
When his cock twitched against his palm you had to close your eyes again for fear of finishing. So you focused on the sounds of him fucking his hand.
When he opened his eyes he saw you diligently working yourself. It made him clench his jaw and throw his head back as he moved his hand faster, tighter, trying to mimic how your body felt wrapped around him.
Everything was starting to become too much. You could feel that knot in your stomach coiling tighter, the burn becoming sharper and you cried out in near bliss.
“Not yet, princess. We’ve still got so much to do.” You did as he asked and stilled your hand for a few moments despite your body screaming for you to continue.
“Well done, sweetheart. You’re so good- such a good girl for me.”
You listened to his faint throaty moans and the sound of him working himself over. He worked himself slower now, to make sure he didn’t finish too quickly either.
“When you’re ready, stuff your fingers in your pussy…just the way you like it.”
So you did, lathering up your fingers before sliding two inside your entrance, just the tips of them as you got used to their stretch.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” He said that more to himself than to you, voice straining.
The sight of your fingers disappearing inside you reminded him of driving his cock inside you last night and every other night you’d given him that same privilege.
“Shit, I wanna eat you out so bad. But as much as I love the way you taste, I’d much rather have you come on my cock.” He watched you almost ride your fingers, saw them disappearing inside your pussy only to reappear more soaked each time. One of his favourite sights in the world.
“You know why? It’s not just how good you feel wrapped around me. It’s the way you shiver, how you cry out. And being inside you when you’re coming undone in my arms? It's bliss.”
He pumped his length a little more firmly now as you brought your other hand to touch your clit.
“Baby, I wanna fuck you until your legs start to shake and keep going until you beg me to stop.” He said that with what little breath he had left in his lungs, barely managing to get the words out without his voice breaking, “I can’t wait to bend you over.”
It would’ve been so easy to make that a reality. To push you back against the pillows and fuck you until you both knew the sweet satisfaction of one another. But there was something so filthy about this that he couldn’t help but want to prolong it for you both as long as he could.
You felt your legs start to turn to jelly again as you slide your fingers in and out. Your strokes grew sloppy, uneven and you couldn’t help but moan and call out for him softly.
“ Fuck , if you keep moaning like that...” he trailed off but his meaning was clear. He was close.
The sound of his voice all breathy and deep, saying such things as the sounds of him working his cock filled the air were becoming too much for you to handle.
“Want you to fuck yourself like it’s me fucking you. As best as you can.”
And he did the same, closing his fist around himself a little tighter but moving a little slower, fucking his hand how he had your body last night. He’d moved in slow, deliberate drags as you raked your nails down his back and now he missed your hands on his skin.
“A little harder, sweetheart,” he encouraged.
He saw how you stretched your fingers out a little, trying to imitate his girth, his depth as your other hand worked your clit.
“Harder.”
Your head flew back. All you could hear then was his staggered moans and the sweet sounds of him working his cock.
His heavy hand gripped your knee as he opened your legs a little further, spreading you wide for his viewing pleasure. He watched you rub your hand over your absolutely dripping pussy just the way you liked it, saw the sheen on your pruning fingers and your quivering thighs.
Your body almost seemed to shy away from your own hand at the overstimulation and he couldn’t decide between aching to bury his face or his cock between your thighs. Either would be bliss.
He all but drooled at the sight of you, tongue darting out to wet his parting lips.
You were so beyond soaked and stimulated that your thighs would clamp around his head as they shook and stuttered. He longed to feel your desperate fingers in his hair, to taste you on his tongue.
But he also wanted to be inside you more than anything. He imagined just how much your walls must be fluttering right now, how you would feel all wrapped around him. Wet and pulsing. He’d felt that sensation so many times and just the thought of it alone made him fuck his fist a little harder.
He was losing himself. The rhythm of his hand, his breath.
The sight and the sounds of you like this were altogether too much for him. His head felt like it was fizzing.
You opened your eyes and he hadn’t even noticed, too preoccupied to care.
You caught sight of him with his entire body rigid and strained. Saw the veins in his neck bulging and his hips jerking as he fought the urge to finish. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and white ropes of pre-cum already covered the hand he worked himself with.
His focus on the slickened sounds of your body and your moans was clear. The few strands of dark hair that fell by his eyes swayed with each jerk of his hand.
“Come for me,” he pleaded. His voice was firm but shaking, just begging you to finish for him.
So you did everything you had to get yourself over the edge and he did the same.
The way his voice caught in his throat as he came was divine, eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape after sinking his teeth into his reddened bottom lip. His release crisscrossed his taut stomach and he found himself thankful he hadn’t buttoned up his shirt yet that morning.
The room seemed to go quiet. Only a moment ago there had been so much noise: your mingling breaths, his tearing voice, your cries and the wet, rhythmic sounds of your bodies being pleasured. Then there was nothing save for the sounds outside, the birds gliding by and squawking.
His thumb found your chin as he leaned down to place a kiss to your hairline and check if you were alright. You grabbed handfuls of his open shirt before you smoothed your hands over his chest, his neck.
“Next time you need to get ready for work? You should probably throw me out first if you want to make it on time.”
Alrighty, I’m going to do Sam again because I actually know the answers for them :)
6) Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Yup, they often dream of people trying to kill them. They found it scary at first but now they are used to it, and mostly just accept it, because it’s easier Their dreams also feature some general pain and torture, but that’t to be expected with their life experiences. They don’t really consider them nightmares anyway.
7) Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Oh, I sort of answered that already oops. I’ll admit, most of Sam’s dreams probably border on nightmares, but the ones that really scare them are where they are drowning and unable to breathe, and also the ones where they are abandoned and left all alone, because those are their biggest fears.
11) In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
Hmm, they find themself in many terrifying situations, but maybe they were most scared the first time they ever got captured. They weren’t really expecting to get out alive, and they were terrified that they wouldn’t be able to keep their secrets.
Sam’s flask is now the incredibly large stretch goal flask, and it has two photos of Liam, one where Liam is bald and clean-shaven and the other where he has long-ish hair and a beard, and it says “How can you trust a man who can’t even decide if he has hair”
Rating: 18+ (smut, threesome, oral sex (reader and Ah Toy receiving), multiple orgasms, dirty talk from both Ah Toy and Ah Sahm, pet names, riding, face sitting, detailed smut)
Word Count: 4,700
Summary: After you have a bad day, Ah Toy enlists Ah Sahm’s help to make you feel better. Reader is fem and has slept with them each on separate occasions before :) This is everyone x everyone just so you know!
A/N: My bi ass adores these two and I absolutely loved writing this dynamic, especially Ah Toy and Ah Sahm’s back and forth. Please let me know if you’d like to see more of either of them, or both once again! Hope you enjoy!
Silk robes encased your body and caressed your skin. The dark material bunching up then hung loosely as Ah Toy rubbed your arm in comforting strokes. Your body was still warm from the bath she ran for you and you smelt like lavender from the soaps that had foamed on your skin.
You had to hand it to her; she really knew how to help someone relax. She’d knelt at the tub’s edge, one long and elegant finger swirling in the water by your knee as she made sure it hadn’t yet gone cold as you bathed. And now she lay with you on her bed, let your head rest on her chest as she held you close and softly hummed your worries away.
Sleep almost overtook you but the door to her bedroom opened, stirring you out of your sleepy haze. Ah Sahm came into view, his hair slightly tousled like he’d either been running or scrapping. Knowing him it was probably a bit of both.
“Am I interrupting?” He asked, coming to stand at the foot of the bed with raised brows. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back into a wide stance. It was quite a sight: you and Ah Toy all tangled up in each other’s arms. It made his eyes soften with pure affection for you both.
“Took you long enough.” Ah Toy looked at him pointedly.
“Yeah? Well, Young Jun took a liking to the girl you sent to come get me. Lucky for us he doesn’t last all that long,” He smiled, unfolding his arms and stuffing his hands in his pockets instead, “Maybe next time send someone who won’t stop to get sticky on the way.”
“What can I say? She’s a go-getter.” She smiled but her face sobered up a little as she looked back down to you all curled up in her arms.
Ah Sahm followed her gaze down towards you and his eyes softened further. You looked so defeated. Clearly taken care of but still upset over the events of the day and he wanted to help change that. “Heard you weren't having the best of days, sweetheart. Anything I can do?”
You turned a little in Ah Toy’s gentle hold to get a better look at him, one hand extended in his direction as an invitation to join the two of you on the bed. “Stay?” You asked quietly and he nodded, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes before making his way over to you but Ah Toy’s voice stopped him from laying down.
“You could do a little more than just that. I thought it might be nice if we treat our girl here. Make her feel good,“ She sat up a little and sent him a grin, “What do you say we put that mouth of yours to good use?“
“Ah Toy!” you warned, heat rising to your cheeks at her insinuation, “You don’t need to do that.”
But he was quick to reassure you that he had absolutely no objections, as Ah Toy knew he wouldn't. “Nah don’t worry. I’d be happy to. For the both of you, actually…if you’ll let me?” Not least to make up for the first and last time he’d slept with Ah Toy when he didn’t do that for her. That night they were both far too desperate for anything other than the briefest foreplay. Taking their time was the last thing on either of their minds that night yet Ah Sahm still wished the endeavour hadn't been so rushed.
“You really think you can multitask that well?” Ah Toy asked.
“I don’t know. How’s about you tell me after?” He smiled his usual closed mouth and cocky smile. He took that as a challenge, as he did so many things.
Soon he had you both bare and laying flat on your backs, legs spread wide and wanting as he settled between yours first. He extended two fingers towards you, “Get em nice and wet for me,” so you did, taking his large hand in both of yours and sucking two of his digits into your mouth. His jaw clenched at the sight. You took your time swirling your tongue around his fingertips, just tasting the skin before letting your tongue lie flat beneath them. He caught on to your insinuation. From the way you skilfully sucked on his fingers it was clear that you wanted to impart the same pleasure onto him that he was about to give you.
“As much as I appreciate the thought, this is about making you feel good.” To your delight, when he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, he instead brought them between Ah Toy’s legs and pressed into her heat. He couldn't resist pressing a kiss to her knee once he did, a promise that his mouth would make its way over to her very soon. Her breath caught as his fingers delved within her, immediately settling into a pace he knew she’d like.
Then he buried his mouth between your thighs, taking your hand in his as for you to squeeze and release tension. One taste of you and he was groaning deep within his eager throat. He worked his tongue through your folds, gathering your wetness before spreading it over the rest of your pussy. He took great pleasure in running his tongue over every nook and cranny, delving between every fold. But he saved your clit for last because he knew the moment he let his tongue or lips dance upon it that he would be too drunk on your moans to leave it until you were spent.
Once your fingers knotted in his hair and you panted out for him in breathless pleads for more, he was content to give your clit all the attention you could ever ask for and then some. He just liked to hear the way you begged for it first, slowly building his way up to it with teasing strokes. When he finally sucked your clit into his mouth he was relentless, your hips bucking off the bed not deterring him in the slightest as he chased your every movement with his mouth. Eventually, he had to leave your hand to instead steady your hips, to keep you still for him as he worked you closer.
“Shit!” You cursed, taking fistfuls of the bedsheets below. Ah Toy’s mouth was on yours before you could say anymore, swallowing your cries. Her arm wrapped over your waist as she lent over you slightly, careful not to move too much so that Ah Sahm’s fingers could still dive within her. He kept his finger’s pace inside her the same as that of his tongue on you so that it was a pace you shared.
“She nice and wet for us, Ah Sahm?” Ah Toy asked when he let out a particularly pronounced groan against your mound. Her hands were all over you, running up and down your sides, teasing your nipples. Her hands felt like they were everywhere all at once, soft skin moulding and gliding against yours so beautifully.
“Wet? She’s fucking soaked.” He answered, burying two fingers within you now that you were dripping. You always took him so well. Whether it was cock or his long fingers sliding in and out of you, it always felt just right.
They each knew your body so well that having them both touching you with such precise hands at once very quickly had your legs beginning to shake. You were getting close. He could feel it in the way your pussy pulsed and your thighs clenched his head between them.
“That's it. Be a good girl and show him how beautiful you are when you come.”
“Like I haven’t made her come before?” he retorted before burying his mouth back in your folds with renewed vigour. She always loved to tease him. She knew he’d made you come before, many times based on what you had told her.
“You weren’t kidding when you said he eats pussy like a man starved, huh?” She chuckled lightly, smiling down at the two of you. Her nails dragging lightly along your thighs and up your bare stomach, between the valley of your breasts, “He’s lapping up your every last drop.”
You cried out and told them you were close, feeling the vibrations of ah Sahm’s delighted groan against your clit. And he was teasing it out of you as he often did the laces on your dress: With precision, patience but that underlying sense of need, of want.
As you came, Ah Toy kissed you, swallowing your groans as she knelt beside you. Her lips tasted like a deeply fresh vanilla, no doubt her lip balm’s scent. And her fingertips rubbed one of your nipples, in between swiping over it with her thumb.
Ah Sahm continued on lapping at your pussy until you whined from oversensitivity, “I think your day’s only going to get better from here, sweetheart.” He told you as you combed your fingers through the front of his hair and you laughed, looking down at him to see his grin.
Ah Toy wasted no time in giving him something else to busy himself with. She led him to her mouth with a finger beneath his chin, and he followed. She leant down to kiss him, tasting you on his tongue as she did. Seeing them kiss was beautiful, Ah Toy led him with such passion but soon he was sinking back down to his knees and spreading her thighs wide for him.
Although her breath did hitch and she sighed out in pleasure, she never outright moaned as you did. She wasn't a particularly vocal lover anyways but it was clear that Ah Sahm’s efforts weren’t quite as impressive to her as they were to you. Understandable, given that they didn't know each other’s bodies as well as they each did yours. He couldn't be sure exactly what made her tick just yet but he did have her bucking upwards and grinding against the two fingers he had within her. He remembered where her most sensitive spot inside her was and he went for it, fingertips stroking with precision.
You took to kissing Ah Toy’s chest as he worked on her but you found your eyes wandering to Ah Sahm. His mouth was buried so far in her folds that his face was obscured all except his eyes, lids having fluttered closed in concentration. But as you watched him, his eyes opened and his gaze was suddenly locked with yours. Upon realising you’d been watching him work, his eyes crinkled at their corners before he sent you a wink that had your stomach fluttering and then returned to his task. He buried his face between her thighs a little more after he did, clearly turned on knowing you were watching him.
Ah Toy’s short cries drew your attention back to her and you decided to place kisses along her slender neck. Her dark hair hung loosely and you had to bunch it gently between your fingers to access her neck in full but she loved it. She adored having her neck and shoulders kissed. There was one especially sensitive spot that lay nestled between her jaw bone and her neck, an especially delicate patch of skin that she absolutely adored to have nibbled in times like these. So you went right for it.
“This was supposed to be about you.” She told you and you waved her off, wanting to give her pleasure, “Ah Sahm?” His eyes opened again at the sound of his name, “You’re good, you’re so good. But I think you could learn a thing or two from us.” He gave a hum, eager to learn more if it meant he could pleasure you both better. “What do you say we give him a demonstration?” She asked and you were happy to oblige her.
Ah Sahm was bare and seated beside you before he pulled you into his lap. You settled so he supported you but still had an ample view between your legs. His cock sat hardened against your lower back and you had to resist the urge to ask him to just put it in you there and then.
All of a sudden you felt exposed before them. You suddenly felt self-conscious, which was strange given how they’d both seen you in all your glory on multiple occasions, exploring every inch of your bare form. It didn’t don’t escape his notice and soon his large hand found your thigh and he squeezed it in comfort, “Keep 'em open nice and wide for us, sweetheart. We wanna see you,” Ah Sahm assured you as he placed a kiss to your shoulder, “That’s a good girl,” he praised right in your ear as you opened your legs a little wider.
Ah Toy crawled onto the bed before you until she knelt right in front of you, between your freshly-opened legs. After kissing both your lips then Ah Sahm’s, leaving you kissing one another, she took both your breasts in her delicate hands. “You always did have the most perfect tits,” she mused and Ah Sahm gave a hum in agreement against your lips, entirely of the same mind as her.
“Oh look at that,” she cooed, “you weren’t kidding when you said she was wet for us.” Ah Sahm gave another hum in response, his lips latched onto your neck and his eyes closed. Ah Toy shook her head at his inability to sit still without his mouth keeping busy in one way or another. “Hey, eyes open. This is just as much for your benefit as it is for hers. Confucius said that the best way to learn is to observe, so make sure you have a good view.”
“Confucius never said that,” he retorted, resting his chin upon your shoulder and made sure you were pressed flush against his front so he could get a good look between your legs.
Ah Toy parted your legs further at the knee and began sliding her hands along your thighs. She just smirked in reply, one side of her mouth quirking up towards the ceiling. So she started by rubbing small circles into the soft skin, her mouth moving closer and closer to your core until you could feel her breath upon it.
When she began, you felt Ah Sahm’s lips on your neck again. His face nuzzled into the skin as he suckled the lightest of love bites into the base of your neck. It took every ounce of self-control you had to take his chin between your thumb and forefinger and turn his face away from your neck. You turned your head to the side so your face was but a nail’s length away from his and his lips were so close to yours then that you couldn’t resist letting them slide against yours. You couldn't help it but the moment he tried to deepen the kiss was the same moment Ah Toy took your bud between her teeth.
Even you were getting distracted by Ah Sahm’s mouth in his effort to keep it busy, so he took to talking to you instead.
“Tell me how it feels….her licking you like that,” he whispered against your neck after suckling a small bruise into it. You released your bitten lip and a sigh along with a soft affirmation. “Good, huh? I bet you're fucking soaked right now.” He whispered, lips ghosting over your ear as his eyes scrunched shut at the thought and the sweet sounds you made.
“Can I have another taste of her?” He asked.
Not about to deny him, Ah Toy pulled off of you and all four of his fingers replaced her tongue momentarily. As he coated his fingers, Ah Toy took the opportunity to kiss you as she was itching to. Her lips were more desperate, moving much more quickly than Ah Sahm’s. She couldn’t resist tugging your bottom lip between her teeth before she returned to your pussy, leaving your lip so wonderfully swollen.
“You wanna taste yourself?” he asked, sucking two fingers dry and leaving the other two untouched. You nodded, “Then c’mere.”
He cupped your cheek and led your lips to his so you could do just that. His lips on yours were slower, tamer than Ah Toy’s kisses were in the moment. But you could still sense that he was bubbling, burning with need right now. He just didn’t want to show it. When he pulled away from your lips, he held up his two fingers and offered them in your direction.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as you took his two fingers into your mouth, “You like that don’t you?” He asked, more to himself than to you and then smiled, “Good girl.”
When you gasped and jerked forward a little, he let his eyes drop down to Ah Toy. She was making an absolute mess of you just then. She took her time warming you up, only letting the lightest of licks flutter over your clit until that pressure wasn’t light anymore. It was harsh, it was thunderous and with it came the sharpest, most intense pleasure.
Ah Sahm was saying something in your ear and you couldn’t concentrate enough on it to register what he was saying. From his tone, you could tell the words were encouraging but everything except that almost blinding pleasure began to fade away. It was a miracle he was able to keep you still as your body jerked so harshly but his strong arms around your middle did just that, keeping you in place for Ah Toy to finish you off. Air would barely fill your lungs and you couldn’t have cared if it did or not. All you could focus on right then was the feeling brought by Ah Toy’s skilled tongue as you came.
There was a few moments of silence in which you relaxed fully back against the body behind you, the only sounds in the room that of rustling sheets and your breath. You felt soft kisses to your hair and your cheek as your mind unfogged again. Those lips helped ground you, give you something to focus on other than the electricity pulsing within you right now.
“How was that?” Ah Toy’s sweet voice flooded the room as she smoothed her thumb over your cheek. The scratch of her long, deep red nail contrasting with the softness of her fingertips. You could only nod in reply, words had a hard time finding you. “You had enough for the night, huh? You seem pretty beat.” She sat at the edge of the bed, one knee resting on the other and she looked down at you all wrapped up in Ah Sahm’s arms with such tenderness in her eyes as if she hadn't just had you seeing stars.
There was no way in hell you were tapping out now. Least of all when neither of them had come yet, “Ready to go again.”
“Alright then. In that case…” she caught Ah Sahm’s gaze and grinned, “When you’re ready why don’t you hop on his cock whilst I see if he’s learned a thing or two?”
He sat forward, helped you turn around in his lap so you could face him. He looked so pretty from where you were sitting, all desperate eyes and plumped lips. His breath caught even as you took him in your hand just to guide him towards your heat, letting out a shaky groan as you took him inside you. You sank down, taking him further and further within your sensitive heat until you sat upon him, letting him take your weight. He cursed quietly as you adjusted yourself in his lap, clearly over sensitive and needy from being hard and untouched for so long.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing a bruising kiss against your cheek. His arm wrapped around your lower back, keeping your torso pressed against his as he rutted up into you. He kept you so close to him, so tightly wrapped in his arms. You rode him as he met your movements with his own and it felt so good. Your body squeezed and stroked him in all the right ways and his stretch was something you could never tire of.
“Oh, look at you taking his cock so well. Feels good doesn’t it?” Ah Toy asked behind your ear before tugging the lobe between her teeth. It was then that you realised that you’d both known the stretch of having him within you. Both you and Ah Sahm knew Ah Toy’s warmth as well, in the same way they’d both known yours. You’d each had one another but never altogether before until now that is. It’s a wonder it took you having an especially bad day for it to happen.
“You mind if I borrow his mouth? See what he’s learned, huh?”
Of course you didn’t mind and you told her as much, watching as she took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, leading his mouth to her own. She captured his lips in a slow, almost delicate kiss before she pushed his chest so he fell back against the pillows. Bracing your palms on his stomach, you worked your hips gently to allow her to do whatever it was she needed to do. You felt the thick ridges of his stomach muscles tense beneath your fingers as she sat on his face, his cock twitching within you.
“Shit. You learn fast.” She told him and a laugh rumbled its way through his chest and his stomach, you felt it as you ran your fingers out over his torso. You then noticed that the lashes he’d sustained from Father Jun’s beating still crisscrossed there but they were finally beginning to fade. You watched as her eyes fluttered and she took in a sharp breath, watched her hips working so diligently against his mouth. And she was beautiful. It was no secret that Ah Toy was beautiful, but seeing her like that? With such aloofness and freedom as she got lost in pleasure? It was the most enraptured you had ever been with her.
And then she looked at you and smiled, her white teeth shining in the dimmed light.
“You look real good riding his cock. I can’t imagine how pretty you’d be with my strap inside you too.” She sent you a wink as she moved her hips back and forth on his face and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought. That heat on your cheeks was so endearing to her. She absolutely adored being able to make you blush so she was dragging her tongue over the curve of your neck then mouthing her way over your chest until she reached your ear, “That’s it. Let your pussy squeeze him.”
You did as she said and the groans he let out were heavenly. One of his hands clamped down on your leg so he had some more contact with you, not used to not being able to watch your face. And he helped you along, fingers gently indenting your thighs and tugging you towards him with each movement despite his clear focus on Ah Toy’s pussy.
He was good at multitasking after all.
“Ah Sahm,” you let your hand cover his fingers where they rested on your thigh, “Come for me, baby. Please.” He loved it when you begged him and got that needy tone in your voice. As if he wasn’t eager enough to come already, he groaned again and lifted his hips up to meet yours. “I’m close!”
Ah Sahm knew that the moment you came, he would soon follow. He’d been barely holding back the floodgates for a while now and having you clenching around him uncontrollably as you came would be more than enough to push him over that edge. Ah Toy had an incline that was the case from the way his entire body tensed beneath her, but a little encouragement couldn’t hurt.
“You hear that? Our girl wants you to come, handsome. Why don’t you be a good boy and give it to her?”
So you fucked yourself until you convulsed and shook around him, riding his cock until you were spent. And when you were, all hollow limbs and tingling skin, you pulled him out of you and instead knelt with a leg on either side of his thighs. Your poor walls were so sensitive now that you couldn’t handle having anything nestled within you for a moment longer. You got to work fisting his cock between your palm and your fingers, delighting in the way he twitched in your grasp. His tip leaked and throbbed, twitching as you bent to lick a line up his stomach and his chest.
You were surprised he hadn’t come yet, what with you touching him like that and Ah Toy lacing her fingers in his hair as she rode his face. But then he was.
He came over his stomach as you both encouraged him to do so and you kept working him until he began to soften in your hold. He cried out so deliciously, although his voice was of course muffled. But it didn’t matter, the sound still stroked your ears so pleasantly as it always did.
With Ah Sahm dealt with, you turned all of your attention to Ah Toy, leaving the sloppiest of kisses down her neck, her chest, her smooth stomach until you reached her thighs. Then you stopped. Replacing your mouth with two fingers and delving between her folds in search of her clit. She threw her head back when you found it and she cried out like you’d never heard her before. Usually such a silent lover, the voice almost startled you but soon she was begging, pleading with you for more. So you gave it to her.
One thing you’d never heard her do ever was beg. She never did it in any context and it was then that you realised just how much she must trust the two of you to feel so at ease. She felt safe, a feeling she had rarely ever felt and yet she did now with you and Ah Sahm. So she set any pride, or worries about vulnerability aside and just let you both take care of her.
Between the two of you, she came soon after, falling forward and gripping your shoulders for leverage.
Then that was that. The three of you were sweaty, spent and breathless, collapsing in a pile of tangled limbs.
Ah Sahm’s arm encased you, pressing you tightly to his chest. Ah Toy’s arm wrapped around you both, her palm laying flat on his back as you nestled your face into her neck. It was perfect.
As you sighed in contentment they shared a look. Ah Toy had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes since his height meant he had to lay further up on the bed. He gazed down at her softly, eyes blinking slow and sleepily as he returned her smile. They were both pleased with one-another and their respective ability to remedy your awful day.
“So, did that make your day any better?” Ah Sahm asked, unsurprisingly the first to break the breath-filled silence.
“Infinitely,” You replied, “ Thank you. Both of you. But can we just lay here just a bit longer?” You asked, not wanting this to end. Neither did they.
It was amazing how what started and almost ended as a truly awful day was turned into something so perfect. You would have to remember to thank Ah Toy for even thinking to enlist Ah Sahm’s help in the first place.
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