Summary: You knew Jay was cocky, but nothing prepared you for the week you couldn’t stop thinking about how your neighbor, Jake, had watched Jay split you open. Now, the two of them are pushing you past every limit, teasing, using, and humiliating you while you’re caught between them.
Pairing: Mean!dom!jay x sub!reader x sub!jake (trust guys trust)
Genre: Erotica, Dark Kink, Smut, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Possession, Dom/Sub, kinktober
Warnings: Explicit sexual content / 18+ only, Perversion, Vouyerism, Corruption, Jealousy, Threesome / multiple partners, Size kink / rough sex/overstimulation, Dirty talk, verbal humiliation, degradation, Spit play, spit-roast, double oral (f & m recieving), Cocky, possessive dominant male (Jay), Nervous, submissive male (Jake), Forced exhibition/voyeurism, Hair pulling, restraints (wrists tied behind reader), Creampie, body fluids, cumplay, Overpowering and manipulative dynamics, Reader caught between dominant and submissive attention, Heavy sexual content; reader and partners fully consensual in context, but sexual humiliation and control themes, mxm interaction, cum
Inspired By: This fic! By @simpjaes (mother, I am on my knees)
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Jay had the kind of cock that ruined you for everyone else. Thick and heavy, curved just enough to bully every tender spot inside you, the kind of dick you’d see in porn and think there’s no way that would fit, until he proved, over and over again, that it did.
He knew it, too. Of course he did. Jay wore his arrogance like a second skin, smirking every time you cried on his length, taunting you about how perfectly your pussy clung to him. “Made for me, baby,” he’d whisper when you were split wide open on his lap, his tip nudging your cervix, your thighs trembling around his waist. “Nobody could ever fuck you like this.”
And he was right. You knew he was right.
Which was exactly why he got away with being such a cocky menace. Why he could tie your wrists together with his belt, pin you against the mattress, and force your legs open while making you come until you sobbed, then grin at you like the devil himself. Why he could lean down and murmur the filthiest things in your ear, and instead of pulling away, you’d melt, whimpering for more.
Jay had you wrapped around his finger. And he loved reminding you of it. But he wasn’t the only one watching. Because just across the narrow street, through the open window Jay insisted you never close, your neighbor Jake had a front-row seat to every obscene show. And Jay knew. He always knew.
Jake wasn’t subtle. He thought he was, sitting at his desk, blinds angled just enough to give him cover, one hand tucked out of sight. But you’d caught him more than once. That flick of movement in his room, the glint of his eyes behind the slats, the way his lamp always happened to be on when Jay had you writhing in front of the window.
And every time you caught him, heat curled in your belly. You should have shut the blinds. You should have told Jay. But you didn’t. Jay, of course, noticed anyway. He always noticed.
The first time, you’d tried to pull the curtains closed, face burning, but Jay’s hand had shot out to stop you. “Don’t,” he said, voice low and commanding as his body pressed against yours from behind. “Let him watch.”
You gasped, scandalized, but his cock was already hard against your back, and your body betrayed you, clenching around nothing.
Now it had become routine. Jay would push you onto his lap, kiss you until you were moaning, and then glance toward the open window with a smirk that made your stomach flip. “Wave to him, baby,” he’d tease, nudging your chin until you were forced to face Jake’s half-shielded stare. “Let him see how good I fuck you.”
And Jake? He never looked away. Not once.
Jake had been your neighbor for years, but lately… you could feel his eyes on you. His blinds never quite shut all the way at night, and whenever you’d catch a glimpse through the sliver, there he was, perched at his desk, hunched forward, staring. Sometimes his hand would move out of sight, his shoulders tensing, and you knew exactly what he was doing. Jerking himself to the idea of you. It should’ve felt wrong. Shameful. Maybe even invasive. But instead, it left your skin prickling, your thighs rubbing together in secret heat. And Jay knew. God, Jay always knew.
Your boyfriend wasn’t stupid. The first time he caught Jake staring was when he bent you over your windowsill, your skirt hiked high as he buried himself deep inside you. He had laughed when you squeaked, “Jay, the window’s open!”
“Good,” he’d murmured against your ear, nipping your earlobe. “Let him watch. Let him see how you fall apart on my cock.”
Now, it was a game. It always started the same way. You’d feel it before you even looked, eyes on you, heavy, unrelenting, crawling across your skin until goosebumps rose. And when you finally risked a glance at the house across the street, there he’d be. Jake.
His blinds were almost always drawn, slats tilted just enough to hide most of him, but you knew better. Sometimes it was the gleam of light catching his glasses, other times it was the silhouette of his shoulder, the faintest movement of his hand near his lap. He thought he was careful. He thought you didn’t notice. But you did. Tonight, he wasn’t even trying that hard. His window glowed with lamplight, the angle perfect, like the stage had been set. You caught a glimpse of his arm flexing, his head falling back, his hand pumping rhythmically below the frame. Heat rushed to your face, mortification, and something far more dangerous curling in your belly.
You should’ve shut the curtains. Should’ve grabbed your phone and texted Jay to come over. Should’ve done anything but stare.
And yet, you stayed there, frozen at your own window in nothing but a thin tank and panties, heart thudding against your ribs. Watching Jake watch you.
Somewhere in that dizzying haze of shame, the front door downstairs clicked open.
“Baby?” Jay’s voice floated up, warm and cocky all at once, like he already knew exactly where to find you.
You scrambled back from the window, heat flooding your face. “Up here!” By the time he stepped into your room, you were sitting on the edge of your bed, legs pressed together, trying to look normal. Jay, of course, didn’t buy it. His sharp eyes flicked to the wide-open curtains, then back to your flushed cheeks. Slowly, his mouth curved into that wicked smirk.
“You were letting him watch again, weren’t you?”
Your stomach dropped. “I—no, I wasn’t—”
Jay tsked, crossing the room in lazy strides until he stood over you, thumb tilting your chin up. “Don’t lie to me, princess. I can see it all over your face.” His smirk widened, his tone darkening. “You like it. My little slut likes knowing he’s jerking off across the street while you sit here soaking through your panties.”
You whimpered, the humiliation searing hot through your veins. “Jay…”
He kissed you then, hard and deep, swallowing the rest of your protest. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them despite your weak resistance. When he pulled back, his voice was nothing but gravel and sin. “Go on. Look at him. Bet he’s still there.”
Your head turned against your will, and sure enough, Jake’s silhouette was still in place, his arm moving faster now.
Jay chuckled, low in his throat. “Perfect.” He stood, unbuckling his belt with a deliberate slowness that had your heart stuttering. “You’re gonna give him a real show tonight.”
Your breath hitched as the leather slid free, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Jay—”
“Hands,” he interrupted smoothly.
Shaking, you lifted them, and he bound your wrists in seconds, tugging the knot tight. The leather bit against your skin, the restraint sending a pulse of heat between your thighs.
Jay pressed you back onto the bed, straddling you with that cocky grin carved into his face. “Smile for him, baby. Let him see who you belong to.”
Across the street, Jake could barely breathe. His cock was slick in his fist, pre-cum smearing over his knuckles as he stroked himself raw, eyes glued to the scene unfolding in your bedroom.
Jay was there now, your impossibly smug boyfriend who always seemed to know exactly how to push Jake’s buttons. And he was tying your wrists with his belt, spreading you out like some obscene gift. Jake’s mouth went dry. He’d spent countless nights imagining you bound and begging, but this, this was real. And worse, Jay knew. Jay wanted him to see.
When you arched under Jay’s touch, tank top riding up to bare the curve of your tits, Jake groaned softly, jerking harder. You looked so small beneath him, your face flushed, lips parted in a whimper he couldn’t hear but could feel all the same. Every twitch of your thighs, every desperate squirm, he drank it all in, burning the image into his brain.
And when Jay turned your chin toward the window, smirking right at him as if to say this is mine, but I’ll let you watch, Jake nearly came on the spot.
Jay lifted you easily, ignoring your little squeal of protest. He made his way to your desk, which sat facing the window. Jay sat back on your desk chair, legs spread wide, cock already hard and leaking against his stomach as he tugged you down onto his lap. The leather was cold against your bare thighs, but his heat, his thickness, was all you could focus on when his cockhead nudged at your folds.
“Keep your eyes up, baby,” Jay murmured, voice a velvet taunt in your ear as his hands guided your wrists into the restraints he’d tied earlier, binding you against your own body, crossing your arms behind your back so your chest was arched forward, tits bouncing with every shallow breath. “He’s right there.”
You couldn’t stop your gaze from darting toward the open blinds. And there he was, Jake, his blinds cracked just enough, light from his desk lamp spilling across his face. His hand was already wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, his jaw slack as his eyes devoured every twitch of your body.
Humiliation and heat burned through you all at once, a choked gasp spilling from your lips as Jay bottomed out in one thrust, his cock splitting you open, stretching you impossibly wide.
“F-fuck! Jay—”
“Shhh.” He licked the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Don’t act so shy now. You love this. You love being my pretty little show.” His hips snapped up, and you cried out as his cock dragged against every nerve inside you, grinding deep into your sweet spot. “Smile for him, baby. Let Jake see who owns this pussy.”
Your head fell back against his shoulder, a whimper tearing from your throat as Jay began to pound up into you, his grip firm around your waist, forcing you down every time you tried to squirm away from the intensity.
“Too much? No, no, baby, you can take it. You always take it. That’s why he’s drooling over there, he knows no one else could ever fuck you like this.”
You dared another glance at the window, Jake’s hand was moving faster now, his knuckles shining with precum. His gaze met yours for a fleeting, sinful second, and your stomach clenched with embarrassment and want all at once.
Jay saw it. Jay always saw it. His laugh was low, cruel, hot against your neck. “Ohhh, you liked that. You fucking liked him catching your little slut face while I split you open.” He tightened his fist in your hair, dragging your head back so you couldn’t look away. “Wave to him. Go on, wave while you bounce on Daddy’s cock.”
Your hands were bound, you couldn’t move, but Jay was grinding you in circles on his lap, his cockhead bullying your cervix, and all you could do was let out strangled cries as your body betrayed you, walls fluttering, dripping down his length, making the obscene squelch of every thrust louder, louder, until you knew Jake could hear it through the glass.
Jake’s eyes were glazed, his mouth parted in awe, his hips jerking into his own hand. And Jay’s voice cut through everything, a cruel, beautiful mantra in your ear:
“Look at him. Look at him losing his mind over my cock in your pussy. He’ll never get it, sweetheart. This pussy’s mine. Say it.”
“Y-yours, Jay, all yours—”
“That’s right. Say it louder. Say it for him.”
“YOURS!” you sobbed, as your body seized up and pleasure exploded through you, clenching so hard around Jay’s cock you saw white. Your orgasm slammed into you again without warning, body clenching so hard Jay growled at the way you milked his cock. He held you down, grinding deep, refusing to let you wriggle away from the overstimulation.
Jay didn’t stop. He never did. He fucked you through it, pounding harder, pressing your tits up against the window as if to give Jake an even better view.
“Smile, baby,” Jay crooned, grinding you down onto him, his own groans getting darker, rougher. “Smile pretty for the neighbor while I ruin you.”
You let out a soft, broken whimper. “Yeah, fuck, just like that,” he hissed, voice rough, eyes locked on Jake through the blinds. “Watch me, asshole. Watch me paint her pussy white.”
And with one brutal thrust, he shoved deep, spilling hot ropes of cum inside you. You whined at the fullness, at the filthy sound of his release filling you, dripping down his cock. Jay didn’t let you move, his arm tight around your waist, cock still twitching inside you as he ground small circles to push it deeper.
You were trembling, ruined, your face pressed to the glass, shame and bliss tangled in your chest. And all the while, Jake’s hand was a blur at his desk, his mouth hanging open as he watched you get stuffed full of Jay.
The problem was… you couldn’t stop thinking about it. A whole week had passed since Jay split you open on his lap in front of the window, and still, every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Jake’s face. The way his jaw clenched as he stroked himself raw. The way his hand never slowed, even when Jay came inside you and forced your trembling body to smile for him. The hunger in his stare had branded itself into your mind, and the shame of it made your thighs press together whenever you were alone. Jay knew. Of course, he knew.
“You keep replaying it, don’t you?” he murmured one night, his fingers teasing lazy circles on your clit while you squirmed in his lap. “How he watched you cum, how he almost cried when I filled you up. Don’t bother denying it, baby, I can feel your pussy clenching just from thinking about him.”
Your breath hitched. “Jay—”
“You wanna see how far you’ll go for me?” His voice was molten filth against your skin, his teeth dragging at your jaw. “Then let’s give him what he’s been dying for.”
You gasped, scandalized, but your cunt fluttered around nothing, betraying you again. And Jay smiled, devilish and dark, because he already knew your answer. So the plan was set. When Jake came by, he always did, flimsy excuses tumbling from his lips, you’d be ready. And sure enough, the knock came.
You answered the door in the tiniest tank top and a pair of thin cotton panties, pretending to be casual as you leaned against the frame. “Oh, Jake. Hi.”
His eyes dropped instantly, darting down your bare thighs, the faint outline of your nipples through the fabric. He stuttered, holding up a notebook like a shield. “Uh, I—I was hoping to borrow your notes? For class. If you don’t mind.”
You almost laughed. Notes. Right.
“Sure,” you said sweetly, stepping back to let him in. The movement made the hem of your tank ride up just enough for his eyes to catch the swell of your ass. His throat bobbed, his knuckles white around the notebook.
You let him sit awkwardly at the kitchen table, pretending not to notice how his gaze kept drifting. Your every movement was deliberate, the way you bent to reach a high shelf, panties pulling snug, the way you “accidentally” brushed your chest against his shoulder when sliding the notes in front of him.
By the time the door clicked open behind you, Jake was already hard in his jeans, his ears red with embarrassment.
“Baby,” Jay’s voice filled the room, smooth and dark. He dropped his keys on the counter and sauntered over, his eyes immediately locking on your skimpy clothes. A grin tugged at his mouth. “Were you expecting me, dressed like that?”
“J-Jay—”
He didn’t let you finish. His hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his lips crashing into yours. Heat surged through you as you whimpered against his mouth, your body melting into his familiar touch. And he didn’t stop there, his thigh slid between yours, grinding up until you moaned, arching back.
The sound echoed, sharp and shameless.
Jake froze in his seat. His hands fumbled over the notebook, eyes darting anywhere but you two, yet he couldn’t look away for long. His chest rose and fell fast, lips parted as if he couldn’t get enough air.
Jay smirked against your mouth before pulling back just enough to glance at him. “Why don’t you stay?” he drawled, his hand already slipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. “You’ve been watching long enough.”
Your eyes went wide, heat flooding your cheeks. “Jay—!”
He only laughed, low and cruel, his cock pressing heavy against your hip. “Our little pervert wants a taste, don’t you?” His gaze burned into Jake, who looked like he might combust in the chair. “Don’t keep him waiting, baby. Be a good girl and show him what he’s been drooling over.”
“Go on, baby,” Jay purred, thumb stroking your bottom lip as you kneeled on the carpet. His other hand was buried in your hair, tugging tight enough to sting. “Be polite. Show our neighbor how sweet your mouth can be.”
“J-Jay…” you whispered, cheeks burning. But your thighs pressed together, cunt throbbing from the weight of his voice.
Across from you, Jake was frozen in the chair, his jeans painfully tented, hands trembling at his sides. His eyes darted between you on your knees and Jay’s smug expression, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
Jay chuckled low, leaning down to whisper against your ear, though his voice carried enough for Jake to hear: “She’s shy. Isn’t that cute? You’d think she didn’t love being on her knees for cock. But I know better.”
You whined, humiliated, as his grip tightened, forcing your chin up. “Open, princess.”
Your lips parted obediently, tongue peeking out. Jay’s grin widened. He gave your hair a sharp tug, turning your face toward Jake. “C’mon, don’t be rude. He’s been dying to know how good that pretty little throat feels.”
Jake’s breath hitched, hands flying to his belt, clumsy in his desperation. He nearly fumbled the zipper, cock springing free, flushed and leaking. Your mouth watered despite the shame flooding your chest.
“Look at her,” Jay taunted him. “She’s drooling already.”
And he was right, saliva slipped from your lip, chin wet as you stared at Jake’s cock.
Jay pushed you forward, his voice a growl in your ear. “Suck him. But remember—” his hand yanked your hair cruelly, forcing your gaze back to him, “—you only take what I let you.”
Your body trembled, but you wrapped your lips around Jake’s cockhead. His groan was immediate, his hand flying to the back of your head before he caught Jay’s glare and froze.
“Don’t touch her unless I say,” Jay snapped, voice sharp. “She’s mine. You only get what I give you.”
Jake’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hand hovering helplessly in the air.
Jay smirked, satisfied, before shoving your head down deeper, making you gag on Jake’s cock. “There we go, baby. That’s it. Take him. Show him what a messy little slut you are for me.”
Tears blurred your vision as you choked, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. Jake’s thighs tensed beneath your hands, a strangled whimper breaking from him as you struggled to swallow him down.
“Fuck,” Jake groaned, head tipping back. “She—she’s—”
Jay cut him off with a cruel laugh. “Perfect? Yeah, I know. She’s perfect because I trained her that way. You’re just lucky I’m letting you borrow my toy.”
He forced you up, dragging you off Jake’s cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva clung from your swollen lips to Jake’s shaft. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, cheeks wet with spit and tears.
Jay admired your ruined face with something dark and possessive in his eyes. Then he tilted his chin toward Jake. “Look at her. Look how desperate she is. You think she’s doing this for you? No. She’s doing it because I said so.”
Your cunt clenched hard at the humiliation, and Jay felt it, he always did. His smirk deepened.
“Down again,” he ordered, shoving you back onto Jake’s cock. This time he fucked your face with deliberate cruelty, using your hair as leverage to make you choke and gag for Jake’s pleasure. Jake’s thighs quivered under your palms, his breath coming fast and shallow, knuckles white as he dug them into the chair to keep from grabbing you.
Jay leaned closer, voice low and sharp in your ear. “Hear him? He’s about to lose it just from watching me ruin you. Pathetic. He’ll never fuck you like I do. Never make you scream like I do.”
Jake whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. Jay caught it and barked a laugh. “Careful, neighbor. Blow too fast and I’ll throw you out before she even touches your cock again.”
Jake groaned, dragging his nails over his thighs in restraint. You gagged again, throat convulsing around him, and Jay purred with pride. “That’s it, baby. Take him like the good little slut you are. You love this, don’t you? Love being on your knees, choking on cock while I watch?”
You moaned around Jake’s shaft, the sound vibrating against him. He nearly buckled, a strangled curse escaping his lips.
Jay’s grin was wicked. “That’s my girl.”
Jay let go of your hair long enough to grab your hips, tugging you back until your chest pressed against the edge of the counter. You gasped as he aligned himself with your dripping cunt, teasing just the tip before driving in deep. Your knees pressed into the floor, trembling, wrists still tied behind your back, and Jake was frozen in place, cock twitching violently, already dripping.
“Look at that little cunt of yours,” Jay growled, pressing his forehead to your back. “So wet, so needy. All for me… and for him. Isn’t that cute?”
You whimpered, arching back, cunt clenching around his thick length. You felt like you were going to split in two from the overstimulation, from the humiliation, from the pure pleasure of being utterly owned.
“You’re going to show him, baby,” Jay continued, teeth grazing your shoulder, “show him exactly what it feels like to be my little slut. Suck him while I fuck you.”
You turned just enough to take Jake into your mouth again, gagging on him while Jay thrust up into you from behind, hips slamming with precision. He wasn’t gentle. He was feral, possessive, a cocky menace, and every bite of your lips and tug of your hair reminded you that you were his property.
Jake groaned, fingers digging into the edge of the table, eyes glued to your every motion. You gagged around him, saliva dribbling down both of your bodies, and Jay chuckled low in your ear.
“See him, baby?” he whispered. “He wants you. He’s hard as fuck, and you’re giving him nothing but your mouth. Isn’t that what you love?”
“Yes… yes, Jay…” you croaked, muffled around Jake’s cock, tasting him, swallowing, choking, and moaning.
Jay grabbed a fistful of your hair again, forcing you deeper, and pushed your head onto him with a sharp growl. “You don’t get to stop, do you hear me? He doesn’t get to touch you. He only gets to watch. Only gets what I allow.”
Jake groaned, eyes wide and desperate, saliva and pre dripping down his thighs. “Please, please just let me…”
Jay laughed, hard and cruel. “You don’t touch her unless I say. She’s mine; you only get what I give you. And right now, you watch, pervert.”
You choked again around Jake, eyes watering, cunt clenching so hard around Jay’s cock that he hissed at the grip. “God, you’re perfect, baby,” he groaned, thrusting deeper. “So tight. So fucking wet for me… and for him. Look at how you take us both, like the good little slut you are.”
Jake’s hands gripped the edge of the counter, desperate to hide his shaking, but his cock was impossibly hard, leaking on his own jeans as he fought to stay under Jay’s control. Every gag, every wet squelch, every muffled moan from your lips pushed him closer to the edge.
Jay slammed into you from behind, harder, deeper, and whispered into your ear, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, all over him, make him watch it, make him choke on how good I fuck you.”
You trembled, walls fluttering uncontrollably around Jay, gagging on Jake’s cock, dripping everywhere. Your legs shook, knees quivering, head spinning from the overstimulation and humiliation, but the way Jay’s hands kept you pinned, controlling every move, made your orgasm hit harder than anything you’d ever felt.
Your walls clenched, pussy squeezing Jay like it was trying to swallow him whole. Heat pooled in your stomach as your body spasmed, and you came hard, dripping around both of them, saliva and spit mixing with pre and wetness, flooding the floor.
Jay growled, thrusting through your climax, filling you to the hilt with his hot release. He pressed his forehead against your back, his breath ragged, voice low and possessive. “Mine. All mine. Remember that. You’re mine, and he only gets to watch. Only gets to taste when I allow it.”
Jake groaned helplessly, head tipped back, fingers curling into his hair as he finally let go, jerking off until he came, coating his hands and desk in messy release. He didn’t even touch you, didn’t even get permission, just got to watch, dripping, trembling, humiliated.
Jay laughed low, a feral, cocky sound. “Good boy. That’s all you get. Watch and learn what it means to be nothing but a pervert while I own my girl.”
You sagged against him, body trembling, still dripping from both ends, mind spinning from the overstimulation and filthy thrill. Jay kissed your neck, smug and possessive. “That’s my little slut. Mine for me. Mine for me to ruin, to fuck, to show off. Remember this, baby.”
You could only nod, breath ragged, cheeks burning from shame and bliss, completely undone in the hands of your cocky, controlling boyfriend, and fully aware that Jake had seen every filthy, beautiful second.
You were trembling, knees weak, body still quivering from the double overstimulation, walls fluttering uncontrollably around Jay’s spent cock. Spit, pre, and your own wetness dripped down your thighs, and the air was heavy with the smell of sex and domination.
Jay’s smirk never wavered. He leaned back slightly, fingers digging into your hips as he watched Jake with that feral, cocky grin. “Look at you, baby,” he purred. “Messy, dripping… perfect. But he’s not done yet.”
Your stomach dropped, heart hammering. Jay’s next words, that cruel, delicious command, left you gasping.
“Turn around,” he said. His hands were firm on your shoulders, spinning you to face Jake, who was frozen at his desk. His cock was still hard, leaking, fingers twitching as he watched you.
Jay tugged you toward the floor, then crouched low, smirking at Jake. “Time for you to earn your little reward.”
Your cheeks burned as Jay pushed your face toward Jake’s lap, forcing your mouth down over him once more. You gagged slightly, still slick and sore from before, tasting his pre again as Jay whispered in your ear, low and possessive:
“Take him, baby. Make him taste how good I’ve ruined you. All of it, mine cum, your cum, everything. He only gets to taste what I allow.”
Jake’s hands shook. He looked horrified, desperate, and yet… his cock twitched, leaking onto your lips, and he moaned. “P-please—”
Jay laughed, sharp and cruel. “Shut up. You’ve been dreaming about this. Now you get it. Taste her, taste me, and remember who owns her.”
With that, Jay grabbed Jake’s hips, guiding him downward onto your open mouth. You gagged lightly, saliva and pre mixing, the heavy taste of Jay’s cum already coating your tongue.
“Lick her up,” Jay ordered, fingers in your hair, tilting your head as he pressed your lips onto Jake’s cock. “Swirl that tongue. Slurp her clean. She’s been so messy for me. Taste it. She’s mine, and now you get to lick what belongs to me.”
Jake hesitated, trembling, cheeks burning crimson, but the arousal was impossible to fight. He leaned down, dragging his tongue along your slit first, tasting your slickness, then letting the flavor of Jay’s cum mingle with it. Your back arched, wetness dripping onto his hand and your trembling lips.
Jay’s laugh was low and cruel, vibrating against your ear. “That’s it. Lick. Swallow. Know what it feels like to be nothing but a pervert, tasting what you don’t deserve.”
You moaned around him, embarrassed and wet, head spinning. Your own juices coated your face and lips, mixing with Jake’s saliva and pre, all under Jay’s watchful, possessive eyes.
“Such a good little slut,” Jay groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you closer to Jake. “My girl. Mine to ruin. Mine to show off. And you?” he said, glancing at Jake, voice dripping with smug cruelty, “You get this, the taste of what you’ve been dreaming about. Taste her, but remember, you’ll never have her like I do.”
Jake whimpered, desperate, lapping at your slit and letting you taste the mix of all three of you. The humiliation hit like a wave, making your cunt throb anew as Jay’s cock twitched still inside you, keeping you overstimulated.
Jay leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of your neck, voice a growl. “Come for me, baby. Come on his cock and on my cum. Make a mess. Show him whose pussy this is.”
Your body spasmed, orgasm ripping through you in waves, soaking both Jay and Jake, shaking from the intensity. Moans escaped your lips around Jake’s cock, tears streaking your cheeks from the humiliation and pleasure.
Jay groaned, thrusting one last time inside you, filling your womb to the hilt with his cum. “Mine,” he hissed, voice rough. “All mine. You belong to me. And he… he only gets to watch, only gets to taste. Nothing else.”
Jake whimpered, lips coated in your and Jay’s cum, trembling as he looked up at Jay, completely broken, desperate, and humiliated.
Jay’s fingers dug into your hair one last time, tilting your head to give Jake a final look. “Remember this, little pervert. Every taste, every shiver, every wet, messy moan, all mine. You don’t touch her unless I say. She’s mine. Every part. And you get to clean her up. Only that.”
You sagged against both of them, trembling and dripping, completely ruined, completely yours. Jay pressed a possessive kiss to your temple, groaning with satisfaction. “Perfect. My perfect little slut.”
The room was thick with the scent of sex and humiliation, dripping fluids, and the quiet sobs and moans of someone fully surrendered. Jake stayed kneeling, trembling, tasting your and Jay’s mess, utterly humiliated yet unable to look away, while Jay claimed every inch of you with that cocky, possessive grin.
You were still trembling, body slick with both Jay’s cum and your own, knees weak as you rested on the floor. Jake was crouched nearby, trembling and humiliated, tasting everything you’d just spilled, completely under Jay’s thumb.
Jay stood behind you, cocky grin spreading across his face. He leaned toward Jake suddenly, grabbing his chin with one firm hand. “You’ve been such a good little pervert,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “So desperate, so obedient… time to reward you.”
Before Jake could react, Jay pressed his mouth to his, lips hard, tongue sliding into his mouth, exploring and dominating, making Jake gasp and shiver. You froze, mouth slightly open, heart hammering in disbelief, and yes, in that strange, filthy way, heat pooling between your thighs at the sight.
Jay chuckled against Jake’s lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “See? You belong to me. And you’re learning your place.” Then back in, tongue sliding over his, teeth grazing, tasting the mix of saliva and pre lingering on Jake’s lips.
Jake’s hands flew to Jay’s shoulders, trembling, chest rising and falling, utterly caught between awe, embarrassment, and arousal. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, cheeks burning as your own pussy pulsed at the raw dominance on display.
Jay pulled back after a moment, smirking at the mess of a boy in front of him. “Good. That’s exactly how I like you, broken, desperate, tasting what you’ll never deserve on your own.”
You let out a shaky breath, still dripping, still completely ruined, part of you stunned by the audacity and control. And deep down, you realized that watching Jay take everything, you, Jake, your pleasure, the humiliation, was the sexiest, dirtiest thing you’d ever experienced.
Jay leaned down, fingers brushing your jaw, voice soft but still dangerous: “And don’t worry, baby… you’re mine. Every messy, dripping, slutty inch. But don’t pretend you don’t like watching me play with him too.”
You whimpered, cheeks flaming, and nodded, hips still trembling, knowing you were utterly, deliciously caught in Jay’s filthy, cocky web, with Jake just another toy under his control.
SUMMARY: jake thought playing matchmaker for his best friend would be fun, well, fun until he realized he was deeply and utterly in love with him.
is half of this extras..YES! dont yell at me. ANYWAYSYSYSYA i love them so much...im sad to see them go.....i Will definitely write more member x member soon so stay tuned heh 😼😽 thank u guys sm for the support on this lil side hustle i love u all >.<
