Player Three | BEN x reader x Jeff | SMUT | MDNI
SYNOPSIS; weed and makeouts were nothing short of a daily late-night session with BEN. But when Jeffrey comes over and tries to snag you away, things get... interesting.
TW; w33d, a b0ng, c0c41n3, dr*gs during s3x, sp4nk1ng, sp1tt1ng, b1t1ng, mentions of bl00d, jealousy s3x, ch0k1ng, kn1f3 is involved, d0ubl3 p3n3tr4t10n, v4g1nal and 4n4l p3n3tr4t10n, d4cryph1l1c s3x, m0mmy n1ckn4m3, multiple cr34mp13s but reader does NOT get pregnant, squ1rt1ng, double bl0wj0b, d3gr4d4t10n, s0mn0ph1l14, dubc0n, n1ppl3pl4y, ben x jeff if you squint, inaccurate drug effects (author has not taken w33d nor c0c41n3 before)
WORD COUNT; 6,629 words
dividers done by @/saradika-graphics
Game Over.
That flashed in your face about five times now. Ah, maybe ten. Two simple words. Both in red, glitchy little pixels that made a two-bit crashing sound roaring through the foggy screen.
The noises of BEN’s room were nothing but a blur right now. BEN chucks another monster in the bin. Jeffrey coughs, spits, then cackles. The weed sizzles under the ember of his lighter.
You come to them every time for your daily ritual: smoke, get high, make out, pass out, repeat. Jeffrey joins in, naturally. Often bloody and stinking of sweat and unwashed clothes. But today, he was— quite oddly— clean.
You remembered BEN’s joke: “He’s either gone actually insane, or he’s just trying to get some pussy tonight.”
You giggle, half-mindedly. Part of you believes it.
The bong sits idly between your legs— it’s BEN’s. A little heavy, but the glass is thin. Does its job, nonetheless.
The weed seems to scrape at your throat when you take another hit. You tilt your head back, close your eyes, then–
“Ah,” your chest heaves. You can feel your bra dig into the edge of your tits when you arch your torso back, shoulders supported by your bare arms planted behind your back.
“Don’t smoke all the kush, bitch.” BEN laughs at you, eyes flicking down your see-through tank that showed all your glory– even your hot pink bikini set. “Pass it,” the bong tilts against you, the rim kissing just a bit over your stomach. You grin, the high already taking the toll of your judgement.
You push the bong with the last of your ability, feeling Jeff lift it away from your legs.
The flared bottom of the glass hits the seam of your crotch at just the right angle, earning Jeff an involuntary jolt from your body, followed with a tiny gasp. It hit just where your clit is.
“Your bitch takes one goddamn hit and she’s already horny?”
BEN rolls his eyes at Jeff’s comment, shrugging. “I only get the good shit. Sue me.” He clicks his tongue, taking the long tube into his lap now. “And,” he lights the bowl. “She ain’t my bitch.”
“I’m not nobody’s bitch, asshole.” You give both of them the finger, twisting your body toward your side, reaching for Jeff’s pack of cigs. You remember where it fell when he took off his hoodie.
You manage to finger one, briefly scoffing at the brand. Some cheap bootleg version of red Marlboro, no doubt. You forget the name the moment you light it up.
“Come on, baby,” BEN passes the bong to Jeff. “I know you get cranky when you don’t get your fill of me.” You let him dive his head into your neck, tilting your head when he sucks at your skin.
You can feel him smile against you.
Your nails scrape against the crown of his scalp, earning you a satisfied purr-like moan from the blonde, humming when he shifts slowly down to kiss your breasts.
Just when you feel him taking way too much of you, the knuckles of your fingers flex to grip near the roots of his hair— and you pull.
His head drops back dramatically, whining at the loss of contact. “Ugh,” he groans, taking your hand away from his head and against the side of his face. “Why do you push me away the second I start giving you my love, mami?” He pouts. A little cute, but ultimately fruitless, considering you’ve seen it a hundred times.
His eyebrows knit together in desperation, and you can see his vacant arm reach down to adjust his sweatpants in favor of hiding his hard-on you already knew was there.
Jeffrey scoffs somewhere behind BEN, his shadow vaguely stretched over against the blinking colors of the (forgotten) game on BEN’s TV.
“So you two’er gettin’ it on while I smoke here like a sad ass hoe?”
BEN turns to Jeff, while you– high and pliant– keep your eyes on the lazy blonde. Your fingers snake up the side of his scalp, slowly dragging down his signature green hat and holding it up to your nose, breathing in his scent, paying no mind to the bickering happening right in front of you.
“She likes me, bro. ‘Sides, ain’t you got one of them hot-ass strippers go down on you just last night?”
The sting of BEN’s words pinch at your heart just a little, but you get over it.
“Not as hot as her,” Jeff cocks his head at you.
You raise an eyebrow at him, setting the hat down– somewhere. Then, without a word, you raise yourself on your knees, then on all fours…
And started crawling towards Jeff.
You stop once you feel his breath on your face. You smile at him, tilting your head. Then, your arm reaches out, palm pressing against the rises and the dips of his abs and ribs.
BEN was watching. You knew. You want him to.
Then, without proper judgement, you dip your head until your lips meet the veins of his neck. Thick and beating. Cold. But you feel how firm he is.
Jeffrey goes with it instantly.
His canines sink into you the moment you give him the chance. Rough and deep, you were bracing for it. Your knees press further in between his spread-out legs— not to hurt— to tempt. Jeff’s legs close around your hips. Steady. Like he’s keeping you there. Trapping you.
You give into it, of course. You lean forward until both your chests were pushing on each other.
A little more and you’d fuse.
He lifts his head just slightly to get an attack on your jaw next, but your lips catch his before he even gets the chance to breathe.
Jeffrey was sure you were trying to fucking devour him by the way you started going at it. The taste of weed licks against his tongue, warm and nasty and all kinds of fucked up.
Somewhere in the mix, you could’ve sworn you hear BEN whimper, but you pay no mind.
Then a twinge of evil stirs in you. You grin against his teeth.
And bit on his lip.
The angle you’re in gives you leverage to sink the edge of your teeth into the red of his coarse lips, breaking skin and drawing blood.
“Hrk–” Jeff jolts, then shivers. He likes this.
You pull back slowly, his lips still in between your bite.
Then you let go.
Jeffrey blinks once. Then smirks, clicking his tongue.
“Nasty. Fucking. Bitch.” he sputters, eyeing you up and down, slowly. He lifts your tank, all the way until the fabric overlaps just below your collar bones, to which he just slips his fingernails under, while the rest of his hands work to firmly grip the curvature of your tits with only your bra separating your bare skin and his cold hands—
“Now this is just borderline cheating,”
Your head slowly turns back to where BEN was sitting.
Leaned back on his arms, his head was leaning down but his eyes remained fixed on you– no longer that signature goofy and lazy tug– a little hurt, actually. Angry now. Pissed. You’re sure he’s pissed.
“You have any idea how much I’ve done for you? How much I’ve sacrificed to even keep you alive?” BEN’s voice changed, too. Not dragged out, cold and calculating.
“You fucking whore. You just don’t think, huh? You see dick and all of a sudden you go hopping on it like a depraved dog. Goin’ on, takin’ fuckin’ carousel rides on dicks that belong to a fucking murderer.”
Jeffrey clicks his tongue. “Oh, fuck off, with your whiny ass. Your hands aren’t clean either, and you ain’t remotely close to being a saint–”
“Shut up and let me talk,” BEN interrupts. “If she wants to start shit, then we give it to her.”
Then out of nowhere, something glints sharply enough to catch your eye, behind BEN–
a knife.
“But this shit? We do it on my terms. You’re on my fuckin’ turf now, baby. I’m not letting you get out so easily.” He points the edge of the silver blade toward you, then down between the string of your bikini top.
“Maybe you haven’t even seen the fucked-up shit I’ve done but maybe…”
Carefully, but painfully calculated and with the most accurate aim you’ve ever seen up close, “You’d see what I might do.” he cuts the tiny string in half.
Without another click, BEN nods his head at Jeff like a silent, telepathic language only they alone could understand. Your body swivels towards BEN by the help of Jeff’s strong bare arms, then painfully thudding back on the bones of his chest.
You feel like your breath got knocked out from the deep of your lungs.
And you were sure the weed’s taken possession of every nerve in your body by the way you gave in, and you were sure they knew it too.
You barely even make out BEN’s fingers until his cold touch reaches the mound of your tits and peels the sorry excuse of a bra off of your skin, then thrown— somewhere in the void of dirty laundry and forgotten pizza boxes. Your tits bounce in greeting the cold air, nipples hard long before he even pulls out the knife, now laying on the rug with its purpose done and over.
The same evil that made you pursue Jeff tinges your mind once again, making you giggle once more, taking your own tits in your palms and squeezing. It’s only now you even registered Jeff’s arms anchoring you from behind and around your neck, cutting off almost half of what you breathe in.
“No, you fuckin’ don’t, bitch,” BEN snags your own arms away from your body, throwing them to the back of your sides before leaning in to lick at your nipples. Your hands try to throw themselves at his hair, but they’re once again locked down by half of BEN’s weight that gave your wrists a firm push against the floor.
Jeffrey leans in hungrily in your ear, tongue dragging across the edges of the cartilage. “Ass up, baby. Let me see it all–”
BEN lifts up from your nipple with a sickeningly filthy pop! from your skin. “Nobody tells anybody shit to do unless it’s me.”
Jeffrey grunts in protest, his intention to have his own show of you short-lived by the hand of his best-friend. His headlock on your neck loosens just a little, but retreats back to its position and pulls your body back against him. “Loosen up, bitchtits. Mama ain’t teach you how to share?”
BEN sits still. His eyes. His goddamn eyes. They were different now, and you know it isn’t the lighting. They’re much darker, more than his usual bright red.
Suddenly, his hand shoots out and clamping onto the sides of Jeff’s jaw earning him a choke from the pale man. Jeffrey’s arm, now loose and planted on the floor, setting you free and sprawled lazily on the floor behind BEN, leaving you to watch and laugh at their little debacle.
The heat between your legs could only get hotter seeing them arguing. You liked BEN like this. Even more when he’s angry. Pissed, actually. You like him when he’s pissed. Furious and scary. A chill shivers down your spine whenever you think about it: BEN being violent in the things he does, whether he’s giving his victim a good stabbing, or just aggressively sharpening his arrows ready for hunting.
You feel your cunt leaking a little more at the thought. Even more now that his best buddy’s here.
“Listen, fucknut. You’re in my fucking room smoking my fucking weed and lapping up on my girl. You want in? You listen to me.” BEN shakes his jaw one more time. “If you step out of line one more time, I’ll kick you to the curb right outside my door for the whole night. You get that?”
Jeffrey grins. Then chuckles. “Yeah… yeah.”
BEN hums, lowering his head slowly looking back at you, still gone and over your own head, laughing at fucking nothing.
He takes his hand away from Jeff’s face and slowly shuffles to you, cooing with his palms casing your face while his arm carries the curve of your back. “Poor baby,” he kisses your cheek and you hum. “You want him? Want him to fuck your brains out?” You smile, gently cupping his face and nodding. “Mhmm,”
Your clit rubs against the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms just under the denim of your shorts. You can feel your cunt pulse against BEN’s thigh when he starts giving you hickeys.
You manage to wriggle your shorts off, tossing them aside and rubbing your almost-bare cunt on his knee.
The euphoria hit you like a wave.
“Oh fuck!” Your head falls back, hips twitching up and down against BEN. “Look at that,” he coos, “You finally let me see you, huh, baby?”
BEN turns to Jeffrey, beckoning him over to you– and Jeff, taking the signal, slips his cock out to stroke it. His cock was already too slimy to hold properly. You’re fucking hot, sue him.
Jeffrey dips down as soon as BEN shuffles to your side, sliding your panties aside.
“Holy shit, dude. What the fuck?” Jeff could almost drool at the side of your cunt. Small compared to his cock, glistening from the juices of your own arousal, twitching and clamping and dripping over nothing. He shoves his fingers inside, two, long, and bony digits, rubbing on your walls. You could almost scream from the relief. Jeffrey laughs once, then starts fucking you with his fingers like you owed him your life.
The bones of your back arch painfully in response to his maneuvers, twitching in sync to whenever the pads of his fingers pressed on the gummy spot deep within your pussy.
Wailing, your hands shoot to try and weaken the vigor of Jeff’s fingers before BEN grips it midway.
“Shh baby it’s okay,” he whispers against your ear, thumb rubbing against your knuckles. Then, he reaches behind him to take a long drag from a blunt he lit maybe just a while ago. You don’t know. Time is warped to you now.
He brings the blunt in between your lips, and you take a hit almost immediately. You hum when you see the smoke slip out of your nose, and you barely can even take a breath before he leans down to kiss you. “That’s it, good girl…”
“Come on, up,” BEN lifts you up gently while Jeff eases to take his fingers out of your pussy and waits until you’re sitting tall enough against BEN’s chest to see him.
Slowly, Jeffrey lifts his fingers up to his mouth and sucks, the pink of his tongue peeking out in between his fingers and dragging up to the tips, savoring all the juices and the squirt of whatever you let out.
“Sweet,” Jeff grunts. “Like I knew she would be.”
BEN’s body frames yours, his chin resting in between the curve of your shoulder and neck. “You ready for him, baby girl?” he snickers at your trembling frame, sensitive and almost completely limp. “He’s not exactly… small.”
It was only then when you had the strength to lift yourself up enough to see what you’re really dealing with–
At least nine, long inches. Purple tip dripping sticky, thick, off-white cum down his pale skin and onto his heavy balls.
“I’m telling you now, pretty girl, he’s not easy.” you can hear the smirk in BEN’s voice. You’re scared. And horny. And you’re opening your legs wider.
You can hear them laugh to each other. “Well, if you say so, sweetie.”
The stretch from his cock almost makes you scream. He hooks the bend of his elbows under your knees, lifting and propping your legs on his shoulder.
BEN hated how your legs looked so natural on his shoulders. Like you were meant to be there. Belonged. In Jeff’s arms and his arms only.
Jeff’s cock starts pistoning in and out of you with a pace nothing short of violent, hips slamming against yours. Your slick was sputtering everywhere against Jeffrey’s weight every time your skins met. The sheer force of his own thrusting sent the juices of your cunt far enough to let some of the drops land on BEN’s bottom lip.
BEN felt it. He felt all of it.
“Fucking tight cunt,” Jeff groans, eyes rolling back whenever your pussy clamps down around him. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix that.”
Jeff cages your body with his arms planted on the floor with your head in between, sending your legs even further back with your knees almost to your ears now.
You’d believe it if he was possessed by the way he fucked you like an animal.
It took everything in you to not break apart right then and there. You howled with how hard and deep and fast he was getting, and you were pushing on his shoulders to at least slow him down a little, but that proved to be fruitless when he pins your wrist down.
BEN lowers the same blunt to your face once again, cooing something about hitting it (your ears are ringing now), before he wedges it in between your lips and letting you take another hit.
Your legs– your body– felt like jelly now. Everything was whirling around, blurring in colors when you felt your orgasm come closer and closer. You were nearing the peak of your climax, the peak of your sanity—
“Stop,” BEN’s voice booms through the blur. Jeffrey doesn’t listen, he only lets go of your wrists to push on your knees, sinking them deeper beyond your limit.
“I said,” BEN grips Jeff’s jaws again, forcing him to look in his blood red eyes. “Stop.”
You can hear his voice through the grit of his teeth. BEN kicks Jeffrey right just above his hips, sending him to tumble back while the blonde remains behind, still holding you steadily.
You were crying now. The sudden loss of intense pleasure was too much for you to process in due time, not to mention the weed’s influence getting stronger. You whined, trying to make up for your lost orgasm by desperately grinding up in the air and ultimately onto nothing.
“Ben–” You reach for him, sobbing. “Ben– Benny, please, no–”
“‘S okay, baby. I’ll have him back on you in no time. Jus’ wanna see you, yeah?” BEN cradles your head in his arms and starts kissing your jaw down your neck and onto your tits. “Ben— here, here Ben–” your fingers reach down to tap on your clit. “Kiss me here– pleash…Benny…”
BEN grins. Your attention was on him, now.
“You want me there, baby? On your cute little clit?” He dives down in between your shaking legs, tongue swiping on the small, sensitive, sticky nub. His lips wrap around it before you can think of anything else—
And he sucks. Moans like he’s never tasted anything better. Then lets go with a deafening pop.
Behind him, Jeff was still tending to his hard-on. His tip was angry and twitching, frustrated at the loss of you. “Asshole,” he mutters, fist aggressively fucking his cock.
BEN hums, licking his bottom lip (and your juices along with it), before whistling to Jeffrey like an owner beckoning his dog over. “C’mere. Since you wanna bitch and moan at the thought of not having pussy for one fucking minute.”
With a sneer, Jeffrey crawls over.
“Hold her up. And keep her there.”
And like a dog, Jeffrey obliges, taking you on his lap, muttering against your collarbone. “Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby..” You giggle, lightly slapping at his chest. “I wasn’t even gone for five minutes!”
You could feel BEN’s stare way before he placed his cold hands on your hips. Whistling at the view of your ass (and your dripping pussy), he slaps your ass red, laughing at how you sway your hips for him in response.
With a blunt in between his lips, BEN takes off his own shirt and undoes the buckle of his pants, leaving it to pool around his knees while he just tucks the garter snapping it on the middle of his thighs.
You can feel the weight of his cock slap at the curve of your ass.
“Ease her down. Don’t let go until I’m in, too.”
“Wait! — what?? No–I can’t take both of you–”
“Yeah, you can, baby. We believe in ya,” BEN pats your hips.
“I really really can’t–”
“She just needs some motivation,” Jeff reaches into his discarded hoodie pocket and pulls out a bag of fine, white, gritty powder– all inside a ziploc bag labeled JEFF across the bag in big, red letters. Jeff-style.
With only one hand, he wedges his fingertips in between the bag, snapping the thin red lock open. Then, he licks the same two fingers he used on your pussy earlier, dips it into the white powder, and takes it up in front of your face.
“Say ah.” You oblige, choking at him taking a hold of your tongue and swiping the powder on the flesh, leaving smudged, pasty white streaks on the pink muscle. He pushes your mouth shut, tilting your head forward. You swallow.
The adrenaline hits a little longer than you expected it to, and the euphoria isn’t too overwhelming, but you’re higher and hornier, nonetheless. Dizzier.
You slowly sink yourself onto Jeffrey, wincing at him laughing at you before you moan at the feeling of his balls meeting the edge of your pussy.
You’re all the way down.
BEN circles the tight ring in between the break of your ass with his thumb. “You prepped for me, baby?” You nod, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Jeff scoffs, “Bitch was waiting for us to fuck her this whole time.”
You turn back to Jeff. “Not like you’re complaining, are you, asshole?”
“Nah,” He flashes his sharp canines at you, “But he’s about to fuck yours.”
With no time to even respond, BEN pushes the tip of his cock in, groaning at your ass squeezing the life out of him.
You wail. You feel Jeffrey’s cock twitching inside your cunt while BEN advances deeper and deeper inside your ass instead. You feel the LEDs of BEN’s room flashing all over you. You feel the buzz of all his tech humming unattended. You feel scared. Excited. Desperate. You feel the weed. You feel the cocaine. You feel everything.
You could barely even process it when BEN bottoms out in you. It’s all too much.
“Could feel your cock all the way here, bitchtits— fuuuuck,” Jeffrey groans, grinding his hips into yours.
“Feel good, mama?” BEN grunts against your ears, anchoring your hips while you feel Jeff squeeze on your tits and messing with your nipples.
“She’s shaking like a fucking leaf.” Jeff slaps your tits, making you flinch– then whine.
BEN huffs. “I know. What a poor baby, huh? You like getting DP’d when you’re this high?” Your whole world crumbles in ecstasy when they both start moving. BEN was slow, making sure you felt all of it. Jeffrey, however, aggressive in nature, slams his hips up to yours while anchoring himself on your shaking thighs as leverage, shoulders situated on the floor like a fuck machine.
“Fuck yeaaah,” you can even see him drool over this like a fucking dog.
You can’t help but sob in ecstasy. How else were you supposed to deal with this much libido, especially when you’re this high up in the clouds?
BEN’s pace accelerates against you— he’s slamming into your ass at this point, stinging red warming over the fat— a mark. “You feel me, baby? Feel me all the way up in your fucking guts? That’s me, baby, all’a me. You gonna take it all? Show me,”
BEN’s cock was about at the same girth as Jeff’s, maybe even more, but fuck, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel goddamn good.
You cry out, leaning forward and onto your palms, arching your back over Jeff’s heaving, moving body. You were all on fours now– giving BEN a view of all what’s left of your body, thighs shaking and ass rippling from the force of his and Jeff’s fucking.
“Fuckin’ come over here,” Jeff holds your ribs and brings his face to your tits, wasting no time to bite and suck and lap at your tits, and you flinch every time the sharp of his teeth pierces your skin.
Wailing and shaking and crying like a madman, your body jolts when you feel your orgasm crash over you– properly this time, no disruptions— spilling over what sanity you have left—
“Shiiiit!” you scream, you didn’t care who heard you. You stopped caring long ago.
It crashed on you like a building finally falling on its last brick. The irises of your eyes seemed to fade away when they rolled back to the very depths of your own skull. White, creamy slick spilling and pouring down Jeff’s cock and onto BEN’s balls while you ride out the high.
But they didn’t stop. Not for a second.
They continue to fuck up into you. You were sure you were about to fall apart with how deep both of them are inside.
“Wait! — wait!! I’m breaking, I’m fucking breaking– please! Fuck, pleas–” You’re choking on your own words. “I already came– what the fuh-fuhckk–”
“We’re not done yet, dollface,” Jeff sputters, lost in his own high. “Y’think you can whore yourself out like that and expect us to hold back?”
“No! I’m jus–”
“Don’t lie, baby. You know you like it when you’re being tag-teamed.” BEN slaps your ass once more, spitting at where his cock stretches your hole, lubing up your hole even more as if the absurd amount of his pre-cum wasn’t enough to slide himself inside you in one go.
You wail– and you keep on wailing, desperately trying to slow them down in the process of giving you a mind-numbing orgasm.
“Shtop–stop it— I won’t– I can’t take it! –”
“Yes you can,” BEN tuts. “Not like you have any fucking choice, do you, now? Oh, fuck..”
Jeff spits on your tits. “Gonna fuckin’ cum inside you, sweetie. Dump my load inside this whore pussy– hrk!”
BEN’s hand was now around his throat, firm and tight enough to cut off air from going in. “You cum when I fuckin’ tell you to cum.”
Jeffrey moans.
BEN hisses. “Fuckin’ freak,” then, he grabs a hold of your jaw, and forces you to look at Jeff. “Ain’t he a freak, baby? Tell me.” BEN sticks his tongue out and drags it slowly from your jaw all the way up to your cheekbones.
Without thinking, you grin, and you nod. “Yeah,” some of your spit trickles down your chin. “He is.”
“Yeah?” BEN had something evil in his throat. “We should give him what he wants then, right?”
Then, another beat: “Spit on him, babe. Give it to him. All of it.”
Jeff hears it, then opens his mouth, wet tongue hanging out ready to take.
With no further command, you smile—
And spat.
He receives it almost proudly, moaning when his mouth shuts and his adam’s apple bobs to swallow, the sound disgustingly filthy— but nothing you didn’t want to hear.
“Thank you, mommy.” he winks at you, but his pace doesn’t stop. BEN’s doesn’t either. “Gonna fuckin’ cum,” Jeff grunts. “You done being stingy, blondie?”
“A little more, Jeffrey.” BEN slurs out. “Haven’t gotten my fill yet.”
You whine.
“What, it take you an hour to cum?” Jeff scoffs. “She ain’t satisfying you enough? Oh, baby, Benny here doesn’t appreciate you, huh?”
BEN rolls his eyes. Only sobs from you. But you wait for an answer.
“Oh, she satisfies me, alright. I just like to drag it out. Wanna have ‘s much of my pretty girl as possible.” He kisses you on the cheek.
But you barely feel it with how much of your nerves are vibrating. Your second orgasm was close, you know it.
The slapping of your skins together is getting louder by the minute. Jeffrey’s breaths are becoming ragged. BEN’s moans are shooting through the ceiling. You’re seeing god closer and closer by each thrust and squeeze.
“Fuck…fuckfuckfuck!” BEN cries out.
Jeffrey sputters and coughs, but ultimately laughs. “You givin’ in, bitchtits? Come on, say it, already.”
BEN pulls your body closer to his, your smooth back on his warm chest, his scent invading your nose. Weed, obviously. Sweet soda. Maybe a little bit of his cologne.
“Not yet, Jeff, keep your cock in for once– shit, baby, you gotta stop clamping down on me like that.” BEN nips your earlobe.
“Fuck. You gonna cum on me bitch? Do it. Fuckin’ do it. Do it do it do it–” Jeffrey seemed crazed. “Soak my balls sweetheart. Soak it like the good little whore you are.”
Then, like clockwork, both of their cocks slip just in the right spot, the spot pressing onto your—
bladder.
You howled, “Somethings– ah! Ohmygodohmygooood,” and with the last of your sanity and whatever’s still holding you down on planet earth, your body tremors with whatever your own muscles could do anymore—
BEN growls, “Now,”
All of your synapses fire at the same time and explosively, your slick along with what you think is your morality gushing out of your soul and through your cunt onto the two men anchoring you down to reality.
The same ones with their cum spilling out and inside your pussy.
“Shit, she’s squirting on me!” Jeff cackles, the tremor of his hips unable to hide his own vulnerability behind his own orgasm.
“Let it out, baby, let it all out, thaaat’s it, good girl.” BEN coos, his voice shaky while he tries to fuck out his high, black corneas being the only thing filling out his eyes while Jeff’s irises stay on the ceiling, shot and manic.
And yours?
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Sprawled out on the rug, your head’s propped up on what feels like a pillow, but smells like blood: Jeff’s hoodie.
You grunt– then moan.
Something— someone is between your legs.
And lapping at your cunt.
You look down. Blonde hair. BEN.
“Bennyyy,” you whine, fingers shooting down into the roots of his hair. You tug, BEN hums. “Deeper, please,” his arms hook around both your thighs, and do just that. Deeper.
Then, another pair of arms frame your shoulders, and a hand holds your jaw with his thumb swiping your bottom lip. In, against your gums, and into the pad of your tongue.
Jeffrey.
“Suck, baby. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
You suck. And you moan. And you gush.
The two of you separate with a thick string of saliva connecting your lips.
Jeffrey dips down, takes his thumb out, and kisses you like he’s trying to swallow you whole.
BEN presses deeper. And harder.
“I’m cumming– I’m cumming!” You push him in further, grinding against his face, and your eyes roll back when he moans.
You can hear the shlickshlickshlick’s of him pumping his cock just under your body, with his frame arched over your pussy.
You’re sure your brain has practically turned to mush.
Back arching, you finally let go, shivering and trembling and all kinds of twitching under his touch. Jeff shushes your whines, peppering sloppy kisses that leave sticky drool spots all over your face and neck.
BEN finally surfaces up from your pussy, hand still working to pump his own cock. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby— fuuuuck–”
Milky, white, thin cum splatters over your cunt, painting the inner sides of your thighs.
“Want more of that mouth,” Jeff continues rubbing on your pink lips, licking his own at the sight of BEN’s release coating your smooth skin.
With your newfound energy, you arch your head back to face him, grinning. “Then take more.”
You open your mouth, wide and ready, with your tongue hanging out, pulling strings of spit and filth.
Jeff spends no time yanking his cock back out of his boxers. It flicks out of the garter and onto your face— heavy and wet with pre. The sudden force of his tip in your throat chokes you, but you get over it quick, gulping down whatever he released before he started fucking your throat raw.
“Been meaning to meet this little pussy,” BEN ogles at your sex, thumbing your clit firmly, smirking at the twitch of its hole. “I think she likes me already.”
He spits on your cunny, slowly easing his tip inside—
“Holy shiii—” his cock slips in instantly from the wet of your own cunt and his slick alone. He doesn’t wait for even one second before he started fucking himself in and out.
Almost instantly, Jeffrey pushes his weight on to his palms squeezing your tits, partly in hopes to overstimulate you again– mostly to keep you there.
You can barely breathe— and you can barely find a reason not to moan.
Both of their paces are hungry. Relentless. Uneven. Uncoordinated. Chaotic.
Just like how you want it.
Your body trembles once again, shaky and chasing for another high. You open yourselves up to them. You always do.
Your hand pats against Jeff’s thighs. You’re close, and he, along with the blonde, knows this well.
“She close?” BEN breaths over your tit, the one Jeff grips so hard and so good.
“Yeah, whore’s moaning on my dick nonstop.” BEN laughs at the comment.
The blonde hums before blowing right on your half-stiff nipple, watching at you flinch, laughing—
Then sucking.
He lifts his head once again, just slightly, sticking his tongue out to rub it around the sensitive little nub, and dips down to suck on it again.
You push your body upward, hoping he’d suck harder. He does, even laughing around the flesh before pulling off with another filthy pop.
“Wanna blow her brains out?” Jeff gestures to you and your filled throat. “Fuck ‘er at the same time and all that. You in?”
BEN grins.
Without warning, they start moving at aggressive, autonomous, machine-like paces.
All at the same. Damn. Time.
“Fuck yeah!” BEN moans, face smiling and twisted all up in beautiful bliss. “Yes, baby, yesyesyesyes— oh fuck!!”
Thick cum shoots up in your throat, while another load pops into you, sending your hips shivering at the orgasm.
Jeffrey lets up out of your throat, pumping out the rest of his load on your face. He knew you’d watch.
You sputter and cough, eventually swallowing the rest of his cum. “One of you is bound to kill me one day, you know that?”
Jeffrey cackles, boastful and heavy, BEN following right after, snickering into his arm. You laugh, too.
When the noise dies down and libido still refuses to, you lick at your lips.
BEN shrugs, then obliges, sitting right next to Jeff.
“Thinking, sweetie?” BEN’s raspy voice cuts through your thoughts.
You turn to him. “Sit beside him,”
They both give you looks.
“Come on, I wanna try something.”
You shuffle over and plant yourself stomach down on your elbows, tits spilling over the sides at the distance of your arms.
You hold Jeff’s cock first. Then BEN’s.
Jeffrey smiles. BEN’s hips twitch.
You start kissing. From their tips, down the middle of their cocks, then down at the base of their balls.
“Ohhhh, shittt,” Jeffrey chuckles. “Little whore’s giving us a blowjob.”
“Both of us, baby?” BEN pats your head, fingers slowly lining themselves up in between the roots of your hair before grasping the strands altogether.
“Mmhmm,” you hum against BEN’s balls, before rising up to suck on Jeff’s tip.
It was only then you really took in what they’re actually packing.
Jeffrey was pale, all the way from his balls back up just before his tip, which sported a dull, purple-gray color. BEN’s, on the other hand, was just a tad thinner than Jeff’s, but his tip was colored an angry, brighter red— clean shaven. Jeff has a happy trail.
You let yourself sink down onto Jeff’s cock until your lips were at the base, bobbing up and down a few times before rising up off him to give BEN a turn, doing the same.
This went on for a few minutes. The men grew hungrier and more impatient each time– desperate. You knew, and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.
“Ma, come on, pleasee,” BEN whines. And Jeffrey, who was equally just as desperate, just huffs with his breathing heavy.
“Hmm?” You give him your best fuck-me eyes, the one that always made you seem clueless and innocent and oblivious to the filthy shit you were doing.
BEN wasn’t having any of that.
“Fuckin’ —”
With two hands and a grip on your hair on either side of your head, he starts fucking in and out of your mouth, making you sputter and drool.
“Shit, man! And you’re the one holding me back?” Jeff props himself up to slap the fat of your ass, laughing at you jolt and wince in pain.
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking–” BEN snaps his hips harder, faster, until—
“Oh, shit!” He thrusts up into your mouth one more time, cum flooding down your throat, salty and thin.
You let up as soon as he lets go of you. You cough. You choke. You moan.
And without further word, you shuffle weakly and claim your spot back onto Jeffrey’s makeshift hoodie-pillow, huffing lightly when you feel a warm blanket engulf your body.
You look up suspiciously at Jeff, smiling through your mischief (and the aftermath of your high).
“So you were trying to get pussy tonight.”
BEN scoots under the blanket beside you. “Knew it.”
Jeff rolls his eyes. “Get that game with the hot emo bitch on. Wanna play.”
“Mario Kart?” BEN flips open his cartridge album.
“Hold on, wait– I’m sorry: how does ‘hot emo bitch’ correlate with Mario Kart??” you shot Jeff a look while you take the console BEN gave you.
“Rosalina.” BEN grins and shakes his eyebrows up and down at you.
You scoff and log in.
Player Three. The screen displays.
The game starts and you go on a few rounds. Four, maybe. Then, BEN turns to you, pausing the screen with a flick of his finger.
“So,” he starts. “Who’s dick is better? From one to ten,”
You freeze. You notice Jeff is also waiting to get an answer, side-eyeing you from his rear, signature, post-sex smirk plastered on his face.
“You can not be fucking serious right now–”
“Come on! You have to have a favorite.”
Jeff chimes in,
“Well? You have an answer or nah?”
“I am not doing this.” Huffing, your fingers work to click the pause screen away, ineffectively.
“‘S okay, baby. We don’t have to tell Benny boy over here. I know I’m your favorite.”
BEN immediately pulls you closer. “Um, my girl, by the way. If you couldn’t tell?” he gestures over to the anklet he bought you some weeks ago. 18k Gold. Jingles when you walk.
“Yeah, yeah, real cute. Tell that to the fat fucking rock i put on her finger.”
And a rock on your finger, there is. Sunk into sterling silver, a diamond sits elegantly, no doubt stolen from one of the wealthy ladies he killed probably last week. Perfect fit on your middle digit.
“This is ridiculous,” you sit up. “Both of you are my favorites. So either take that, or nothing at all.”
They look at each other. Then back at you.
“Now fix the game! I’m bored as shit.”
