okay but how about reader sees the kiss between matty and ross and then it sparks chat of a threesome 👀 🫢
In The Middle
Summary: Seeing Matty and Ross kiss on stage sent you down a spiral. When they come back home after being banned from Malaysia, wine loosens your tongue and gets you to admit something that leads to a night much better than what you had ever dreamt of.
Word count: 6.9k
A/N: Back when Malaysia happened, I got this request. I had been brainstorming here and there since I got it, but always felt so intimidated by the prospect of writing a threesome. Flashforward to a week ago, ovulation hit me like a truck and something possessed me to write this in one sitting. Smut has been so hard to write lately, writer's blocks are sooooo annoying. But I hope you enjoy! Anyway, I'll shut up now. Happy reading!
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"Oh fuck..." the words leave you in a heavy breath contained by your hand coming over your mouth.
The news isn't something you had expected on a random day in July. Especially not the headline that currently plagued every tabloid in the UK.
'The 1975 banned from Malaysia after Matty Healy kisses bassist, Ross MacDonald, in protest of anti-LGBTQ laws'
First it was dread. You had no idea what that would entail, had they been held somewhere before getting deported? Had they already been released? Were they already on their next flight home?
But then you stumbled across the video, and you couldn't help your reaction.
The way Ross walked up to Matty, hand splayed over his lower back to pull him in a bruising kiss. Matty digging his fingers in Ross' man bun, pulling on it as his tongue slid past the bassist's lips. Their chests pressed hard against the other as the kiss deepened.
It is entirely normal that your jaw would fall and your thighs would clench. You are only human at the end of the day and, at the first watch of the video, the flashbacks had started plaguing your mind.
You had once upon a time messed about with Ross, back when you were doing your A levels and was first introduced to the lads. It was Adam, you remember, the one who had taken you and a few of your friends to the skatepark where they all got high. The second you had taken the spliff off Ross' fingers, hazy gazes stuck on each other, you knew there was some sort of tension there.
It had always been banter with Ross, from the very beginning. But you went a little further after a house party at one of your mates. Entirely bored of the tension that had you on your toes, you had dragged Ross to some empty room, taking advantage of everyone being too drunk to notice.
You were 18 and drunk, by now all that you could remember is that you had enjoyed that first time you shagged. Well, enjoyed was an understatement, since you had fallen into a silent agreement of being fuck buddies–an agreement that lasted a few months before you both found people that you wanted a relationship with.
Not that Ross wasn't a wonderful guy, but you knew you weren't ever going to be together that way. Not romantically. And you both were okay with that.
However, you hadn't forgotten how well he knew you back then, how easy it was for him to read you while you were at your most vulnerable, and how fast he managed to learn how to have you at his mercy.
And seeing the way he kissed Matty on stage, so deliberately and vigorously—every memory was coming to the forefront of your mind in a flash.
You had to take a cool shower, sending each of the lads a text before going under the icy stream of water.
But days passed and your attempt to check how they were doing and see if everything was okay after the festival, had been ignored.
Ignored by all but Adam.
"Thanks for being the only considerate one, Hann," you thank him with a side hug as you walk into Ross' flat. You made yourself at home, taking your shoes off at the door, and going straight to the kitchen for a glass of wine before joining them all in the living room.
Ross always makes sure to have a bottle of your favourite wine at his, just in case you come to visit him, bless him. So they hear as you twist off the cap, pour it in a glass, twist the cap back on, and finally put the bottle back in the fridge. And then they see you, an exasperated expression on your face that relaxes a little when you take your first sip.
Still, you scold them with furrowed brows, "None of you dickheads had the decency to just tell me that yous were alright."
Matty smirks at you, "We were a bit busy, sweetheart."
"You didn't even reply to your mum," you spit back, more offended for Denise than yourself at this point, "I found out through your fans that you were alive and well cos you liked the instagram post of some fit model."
The curly headed bastard shrugs, "Priorities."
"Twat."
George cackles at your insult, taking a sip of his drink.
You look around, waiting for them to say anything but they don't, so you're stuck sounding like a nosy bitch when you ask, "What happened then?"
Ross looked at you with a bit of disbelief on his face, "You have to have seen it already."
"Oh yeah," you say a bit too fast, and the way his eyebrows raise have you blushing a little. You feel caught. "I have but– I mean, what happened afterwards?"
He doesn't miss the way you squirm in your seat, but he doesn't say anything, he just nonchalantly tells you, "Got held in the greenroom for a bit and then sent to the airport with a deportation order."
"Shit," you fear the worst now, so it slips past your lips, "D'you reckon they're gonna sue or summat?"
"Dunno."All Ross does is shrug before taking a swig of his beer, "Who gives a shit?"
He's not the only one who is taking it lightly though, Matty just reassures you like it's nothing, "We'll get out of it if they do."
"Record's done well enough, no?" George butts in with a hint of humour in his tone.
You sigh, a bit annoyed by how careless they're being. But this is them, why would you even expect anything else.
"Can't believe I don't see you fuckers in a few months and you come back to me banned from yet another country." You hadn't forgotten about their Dubai antics, you were glad that at least this time they didn't put one of their gay fans directly in danger of repercussions.
Ross coos, pouting slightly to ridicule you, "Awh, have you missed us?"
"Course I have," you have to admit with a roll of your eyes. You want to change the subject, it's been so long since you've had them in London, you need to catch up with them about proper good news, "Anyway, onto more important matters. G, how's ring shopping going?"
Hours pass and you've almost finished the entire bottle of wine, meaning lots of gossip has been shared, there have been a lot of updates, and now you are tipsy.
Adam had left you about an hour ago, keeping his promise of only being able to hang out for a couple hours to spend the rest of the day with Carly and the baby. And George has just closed the door behind him, going to pick Charli up and take her out to dinner.
Ross' cheeks are a bit flushed, a clear telltale sign that the alcohol is starting to get to him. Matty isn't far behind. You don't know when he switched his beer for some red, or when Ross started pouring himself whiskey.
You blame it on how tipsy you are that you somehow end up back on the topic of the festival and the kiss. Ross is huffing and puffing, rolling his eyes at the situation, "S'a bunch of bollocks."
You look at Matty who's scrolling on his burner twitter through the opinions of all, "Are people actually angry about it?"
The singer chuckles dryly, "Seems like activism isn't activism anymore."
Ross finds it all ridiculous, really. He scoffs, "Fuck that. They wouldn't have survived real 90s punk."
You sigh, shaking your head in disagreement. Your brain is so fuzzy, and your tongue so loose, that it is too late when you realise you say, "You'd think they'd at least find it hot."
Silence falls over you like a heavy cloud, Ross and Matty's heads turning in sync to look at you. It's Matty who smirks and dares say, "Pardon?"
All you can do is pretend like that didn't leave you. You meet their gazes and innocently quip back, "What?"
Matty is entirely amused by your slip up, his smirk just growing on his face as he replies, "What did you just say?"
The heat that coats your face feels almost feverish, and you have to take a big gulp of what's left on your glass and fan yourself before you find the courage to repeat, "It was hot."
Ross chuckles against the rim of his glass, taking a slow sip before calling you out, "Oh Y/N, you're giving yourself away too easily here."
"Oh sod off," is the only comeback you have, but now they have fully let the dam break and you cannot help yourself when you justify your comment, "I mean... the way you were pulling on his hair? The way he pulled you in by the waist? I saw some tongue in there too."
Matty is quick to call you out, "Sounds like you've been analysing that thoroughly."
"Someone posted a slowed down version of the video," you excuse yourself quickly. They don't need to know you watched it over and over again until you could almost feel yourself in the middle of that, "T'was hot."
"I can't believe you," Ross says to you with a shake of his head.
"Okay sue me!" You reply, and your mouth continues running before your brain can catch up, "Fucking hell, I mean... Would you pull on my hair like that if I asked you to kiss me, Matthew? Or is that reserved for Mr. MacDonald?"
You instantly catch the way Ross stills in his seat, and how his eyes have gone dark. And now you've been enabled, teasing him becomes a need, "What? Is that too formal or not formal enough for you... Sir?"
"Careful there, love," he warns, his voice dropping an octave.
But you were so focused on the bassist that you hadn't realised the singer had stood up from his place on the settee and now stands next to you.
You feel the ghost of Matty's touch brushing your hair back as he says, "If I were to kiss you, I would wrap my hand right here." His hand comes around the front of your neck, making you look up at him, his fingers digging on the sides of your throat.
He's so pleased when he feels you gulp under his palm, and shift in your place, clearly turned on.
Matty hums, "I know you like that."
Despite your body wanting for this to keep going, you slap his arm away, and he giggles as he goes back to the settee. He spreads his legs like an invitation, but you really have to tune out your desire if you want to keep your dignity here.
"Since when do you know he likes his hair being pulled then?" you interrogate Matty instead, "Have something else to share boys?"
"Why? Would you like to hear something in particular?" Matty quips back quickly. To your detriment, you know it's quite clear on your face and the way your mouth opens at the thought of it that gives away the answer to his question.
Therefore, there is no point in trying to hide it, you honestly admit, "Would love to." Your mouth is dry and you really need some more wine, but you don't want to leave the room when the tension feels like its charging the walls with electricity, "Would love to participate as well but alas don't think that's gonna happen anymore now that Ratty is a thing in public, no?"
"Are you taking the piss?" Ross asks.
You put your hands up, "Hey, Ratty is the name your fans gave you two, don't blame me."
Ross rolls his eyes and laughs, "I'm asking if you're serious about what you're saying."
"Would you like me to?" The prospect of Ross taking this seriously right now makes the throbbing between your legs increase tenfold.
He nods, "I want you to tell us. Right now."
"Why? Are you gonna grant me a wish, oh genie in the bottle?" You tease him. It always worked to push Ross' buttons, he had a great talent for fucking the brat out of you. You clearly move on the loveseat, biting your lip at the friction, "Is there anywhere I have to rub for you to have mercy on me?"
It seems you aren't the only one clearly turned on by all this. On the settee, Matty groans as he palms himself, saying through his teeth, "You're such a tease."
You turn the blame onto them instead, the real reason for your pent up sexual frustration the past few days, "I wasn't the one who got off with one of her best mates on stage and left your head scrambled!"
You've fully told on yourself now and Matty takes instant advantage of it, "You've been thinking about it for days?"
You groan, "Shut up."
The embarrassment is mixing with how horny you are, and being tipsy on top of it all is causing a rollercoaster of emotions within you. And the only solution you find is to get yourself more wine. The last bit that's left in the bottle.
You stand up and go to leave to the kitchen, but Ross catches your wrist when you're about to walk past him. "No," he says sternly, and orders, "Answer."
"Maybe I have been," you admit, defeated. Ross' eyes are full of mischief, and you cannot take it, "Don't look at me like that alright? It's been a while."
He lets go of your wrist and lets his hand come around your knee, rubbing circles on the naked skin that's fully on show with you wearing a short skirt. "Oh poor little thing" he coos, "She hasn't been taken care of for so long."
He knows you broke up with your last boyfriend a few months ago, and you just told them all that you've been basically turned back into a virgin because you swore your ex had cursed you with a dry spell.
So you're annoyed at his teasing, and you only know one way to let him know, "Ross Stewart MacDonald–"
But he doesn't even let you finish the scolding he knows is coming. He makes you choke on your own spit when he says, "I prefer sir."
It takes you a few long seconds to gather your bearings, your wine glass suddenly too heavy in your hands.
"Well, Sir," you pause as if tasting the word on your tongue, "I will admit I miss our antics once upon a time, and that kiss just made me want to invite Matty into them."
He nods as if he understands, his hand going up your leg and squeezing around your thigh as he recalls, "You've always been greedy."
It's not hard to think about all that you ever did in bed, how he always took charge of everything but whenever you wanted something, he always obliged. With a smile, you reply, "And you always gave me all I asked for."
He squeezes your thigh again and you have to swallow a moan. A heavy breath escapes past your lips, and he knows this is it, "Are you going to ask nicely or are you gonna be a brat about it?"
"I can get on my knees and bat my lashes if that's what you want."
"What do you think, Matty?" he says, turning to look at his best friend who's been palming himself while watching the whole interaction play out. "D'you want her on her knees?"
You turn your head and watch Matty nod, giving himself one last squeeze before he shuffles down the settee, giving Ross ample space to join him, "Bet she looks just as pretty on them."
Ross stands up, his hand brushing your side from where it was on your leg, lifting your skirt in the process for a second. A second is enough for Matty to see your ass in a perfect little black thong.
"Fuck," you hear him curse behind you.
Ross takes his seat next to Matty on the settee, and you follow behind like a puppy. The men watch as you sink down to your knees, hands slowly crawling up their legs until they reach their hard cocks under their jeans.
"Missed me as well?" you ask Ross shyly. It's been a while since you two have done this, and you want a little reassurance.
"Of course I have," he says sweetly, his hand cupping your face and rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. He doesn't have to say anything, you wrap your lips around his fingers and start to suck.
Those doe eyes of yours as you do the most filthy things have always been Ross' weakness. He grows harder under your teasing fingers rubbing his bulge. So he orders you to "Undo them."
You let his thumb go with one last swipe of your tongue and nod, "Yes, sir."
He watches as you undo his belt and the button, but your hands grow clumsy as you pull the zip down. He helps you and lifts his hips up for you to pull down his jeans and boxers all in one go. He orders you to "Undo Matty's, too," and you're so eager that Matty chuckles at your speed.
The sight of Ross and Matty's cocks in front of you is enough to make you whimper. You feel so pathetic.
"Fuck, y/n, you're drooling," Matty says, wiping his thumb on the corner of your mouth.
Your hands shyly creep up to wrap around their lengths, and they sigh in pleasure when your nimble fingers squeeze them. Your voice sounds broken and desperate when you ask, "Please, can I use my mouth?"
Matty is the one who gives you the greenlight, "Yes you can, sweetheart."
You waste no time, sucking the precum of Matty's tip first and then going to Ross' cock to spit on it and start stroking it slowly.
Your mouth goes back to Matty's, this time licking a stripe up his length and then sucking around the tip, "That's it. Good girl," he praises, fighting his eyes closing so he can see as you go deeper and take him to the back of your throat. "Fuckkk– Yeah, just like that."
"Fuck," Ross curses under his breath, his hand wrapping around yours on his cock and guiding you to pick up your pace, "Look at you taking him all the way in."
"Shittttt. She's eager," Matty's head hangs back, his hand coming over the back of your head, fighting the urge to buck his hips forward.
"She's always been a cumslut." Ross tells Matty, and you squeeze him just a little harder in return. He groans, "Yes, just like that baby."
"Fuck me," Matty's toes curl when you cup his balls while you draw back and suck on the tip of his cock, only to take him all the way in again, "If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna last."
Ross makes sure to ask, "Want us to cum in your mouth or do you want us to fuck you?"
At that you pull back and off Matty's cock, your voice strained and eyes glassy when you beg, "Inside me, please."
"Come here," Ross wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you up, enough to trap your kiss in a bruising kiss.
You're so caught up by Ross' tongue invading your mouth and tasting Matty on your tongue that you miss how the singer pushes your skirt up and feels just how drenched you are over your underwear.
He rubs circles on your clothed clit and your moan into Ross' mouth, "You ruined them just by having my cocks in your mouth. Filthy little thing."
But you cannot keep kissing Ross when Matty smacks your arse, the sound bouncing off the walls as loud as the gasp you let out.
"Get up," Ross tells you, "We're going to my room."
You follow orders like a soldier, pushing his room's door open and turning around just when you reach the end of his bed.
You're trying to waste no time, so your fingers start undoing the buttons of your blouse, but you hear Ross tutting down the hall, "Now where's the fun in that?" When he finally reaches you, his big hands grab yours and bring them to rest by your sides, pecking your lips before saying, "Let us do it, yeah?"
You just nod, still speechless that this is happening.
"Words," says Matty, giving you a taste of his bossy self in the bedroom.
You almost roll your eyes in pleasure at the simple promise of being bossed around by them both this afternoon. It's easy for you to comply, "Yes, please. Take my clothes off."
Matty coos and tells Ross, "Isn't she so well behaved?"
But instead of agreeing, Ross just warns him, "That's because you haven't edged her yet." You whimper at the thought, it would bring you to tears if they did that to you, "See? She turns into a brat."
Your breath hitches when you watch Matty go down to his knees right in front of you. Your head drops as you follow his gaze but he disappears beneath your skirt. He leaves a trail of kisses from your already bruised knees up your thighs until you feel his breath hitting your dripping core. Your eyes close in instinct, the tension becoming too much for your brain to process.
It's so distracting how you can almost feel his lips over your underwear right where you need him, that you don't see Ross starting to undo your blouse. When the bassist places a kiss right over your heart, you open your eyes and find his blown out pupils on you.
You smile, loopily, "Hey."
But all Ross does is kiss you, his beard a lovely burn that you welcome by cupping his face and attempting to bring him closer. This time, your tongue pushes past his lips and you just love how animalistic he goes when it's you deepening the kiss. He groans against you and you moan.
But then you feel Matty finally lick up your clothed slit, and your knees buck.
Ross catches you, his arm wrapped around your waist, and he asks, "Wanna lie down?"
"Please."
Before you are set in the middle of the bed, Ross finishes taking your blouse off. You watch as the best friends lick their lips at the sight of your tits on the bralette you're wearing. You almost laugh if it wasn't for Matty softly pushing you back so he could finally eat you out.
They don't waste a second, Matty pushes your underwear to the side and you finally feel his warm and wet tongue against your clit. Your legs close around his head but he pushes them open.
"Fuck," you curse. "Oh Matty!" you moan louder when he starts lapping at you like he's starved.
Ross takes over your neck and chest, kissing and sucking, biting on that sweet spot he remembers being your weakness, "Is this still your favourite spot?"
"Yeah," you answer, in barely a breath. His teeth dig right where he's sucked a bruise at the base of your neck and you mewl at the pain.
"Look at you," the bassist starts, watching as your chest heaves beneath his lips, your back arching at Matty's actions, "Two men enough for you?"
You nod eagerly, "Yeah, you two—" You can't finish your thought when he bites over the lacy fabric of your bralette and catches your nipple between his teeth. "Oh fuckkkk."
"Shit, Matty." You curse loudly, when the singer wraps his lips around your clit, "Feels so good."
Matty moans around you, the vibration making it even better. You cry out in pleasure, your fingers tangling in his curls. Matty releases your clit with a pop, licking your entrance twice before telling you, "Taste so good, baby. So sweet for me."
Dripping. You were absolutely dripping, that is why Matty slips two fingers inside you so easily. The stretch of them make you moan his name out so loud, the neighbours probably heard you.
Ross chastises you, "Too loud." Yet, he undoes the clasp of your bralette and takes it off you, finally freely playing with your tits, sucking and biting your nipples to the point you're sure you're going to combust when you cum.
"I'm so close," you warn, Ross' hands kneading your tits, his tongue lapping around your nipple, and Matty's fingers curling perfectly to hit your sweet spot, you're losing every grasp of reality you have.
And then Matty pushes a third finger inside you, and the broken moan you let out is the prettiest thing either of the men have ever heard. So they chase to get it out of you again. Matty increases the speed of his fingers, and the noise of them slipping in and out of you is lewd enough, your moans and their groans just make for the most erotic scene. Ross moans around your nipple, pinching the other and making you see stars.
It's enough to drive you insane, your senses go haywire and your legs start shaking, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Fuuu—"
Your back arches off the bed, your legs close around Matty's head, and Ross' lips pounce on yours to swallow every moan you let out during your orgasm.
They help you ride out your high. Matty slows down the drags of his fingers in and out of you, while Ross presses kisses your face, grounding you.
Matty finally pulls his fingers out of you, and he catches the whimper you let out with his mouth. He kisses you messy but sweet, and you can taste yourself in his mouth. You moan when his tongue licks at yours, and he smirks as he pulls back, bringing his soaked fingers to your mouth so you can suck them clean.
No instruction is needed. Your tongue swirls around them and then your lips wrap around them, taking them all the way in your mouth. Matty's mouth opens, heavy breaths coming from him as he watches you indulge in your own taste.
You want Ross to get your taste off your mouth, but when you pull back and turn to where he was he's walked around the bed, and stands right where Matty was a few minutes ago.
Damn him for knowing you so well, he shakes his head and sinks down to his knees as he says, "C'mon Y/N, you can give us more than that."
Without warning, he pushes three fingers inside your sensitive cunt, and you yelp as your legs tremble and close around him. You feel so full, and the feeling of his beard on you as he sucks hard on your clit, have you mewling and squirming in bed.
"Fuck, Ross. I can't," you cry out, Ross' hand fighting your legs from smothering him against your cunt.
"Yes you can, baby," he encourages, flicking his tongue up and down on your clit at a speed that made your second orgasm loom on you far too quickly. You start moaning desperately, and as Matty keeps on watching as Ross devours you, he plays with your tits with eagerness.
Your body moves on its own, your hips rocking against Ross' face, meeting his fingers with every thrust and looking for more friction on your clit. The bassist knows what's coming, so he encourages you to, "Cum all over my face."
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" a broken sob of pleasure rips through you as you gush all over Ross. His fingers drenched and his shirt entirely ruined by you squirting all over him.
He could cum without touching his cock at the sight, and he's so enthralled by the view he has, that he can't even take his eyes off you to make sure that his best friend is also looking, so he just asks, "Are you seeing this Matty?"
"Fuck yeah I am," Matty replies with his voice strained, a hand wrapped around his cock, fighting the urge to cum all over his hand.
Ross lets you ride his fingers until you have come down from your second orgasm. You look so fucked out already, struggling to open your eyes once your back is pressed flush to the mattress again.
"You did so good," Matty praises you and rewards you with a sweet kiss. You moan into it, loving how he traps your top lip in a messy kiss with such devotion. You could melt into a puddle just from kissing him.
Ross makes his way up your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses from your mound, up your abdomen and chest, and when he's finally by your mouth, he waits for Matty to pull back just to trap you into another dizzying kiss.
You're not sure if it's because they're not letting you breath in between kisses, or if you're just so fucked out, but your head is spinning by the time he breaks the kiss. The feeling just gets worse when you see the men look at each other, and then their lips, and finally catch each other's mouths in a passionate kiss.
Your jaw falls at the sight, and your thighs clench just from watching them from so close. Matty moans when Ross wraps a hand around his throat and Ross groans when Matty pulls his hair. The singer's fingers manage to let his black mane free of the ponytail, and you just exhale shakily when Matty's fingers get lost in the strands.
"Fuck..." you curse under your breath, incredibly turned on but still too sensitive to touch yourself.
So you do the next best thing, and start touching them.
You spit on both your hands and start stroking their lengths. They moan into each other's mouths when they feel your hands wrap around their cocks. But it's Matty who breaks the kiss, "I won't last."
You hum, slowing down on him but picking up your pace on Ross' cock. You smirk when he groans, you can see the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every stroke.
Dropping a little kiss on the tip of the bassist's cock, you flip yourself around, going on all fours, you tell Matty, "Fuck me, then."
A little menace is what you are, and Ross chuckles at the way you wiggle your arse at Matty. You're looking over your shoulder as he scrambles to place himself right behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds and cursing at how wet you are.
"Stop teasing!" you say, pushing back so he can fuck you already.
Ross cups your face, squeezing your cheeks just enough for your swollen red lips to pout, "Stop running your mouth and put it to something useful."
It made you so giddy to see him like this, so you smirk and play along, "Yes, Sir," before licking the tip of his cock to taste all that he had been leaking just from toying with you.
You hum at the taste of him, mouth watering. But you wait to take him in your mouth when Matty finally lines up and pushes into you. He's a little smaller than Ross, but still a stretch, and it makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
He slowly bottoms out, and you moan out loud when he just stills, "Sorry, baby. Just give me a second or I will cum right now. You're so tight."
Ross takes you out of your trance by gathering your hair and making a ponytail that he holds with his fist, "Open your mouth."
This means only one thing, and so you do just as he says, open your mouth and relax your jaw, sticking your tongue out for him to slowly slide his cock into your mouth.
"Are you gonna let me fuck your mouth, love?" He asks, drawing his cock out of your mouth but having it rest on the tip of your tongue.
You nod, looking up at him with those doe eyes. He's gonna fuck your mouth until they're red and filled with tears.
"Good girl," he praises before pushing into your mouth.
You moan when Matty drags his cock out of you and pushes it back in slowly, bottoming out again. And you choke when Ross hits the back of your throat at the same time. Ross pulls your hair until you're off his cock and he pities you, "Can't take both at the same time?"
You shake your head, "I can, I can."
To be quite honest, you had never partaken in a threesome before, and though the idea had always sounded daunting, you couldn't pass up this opportunity. Not with the dreams that had been plaguing you since that damn festival. So you couldn't let yourself down now.
Holding yourself up with one hand, you wrap your hand around Ross' cock and guide it into your mouth, sucking him off deeper and deeper as you go, until you can rest your hand on the mattress again and deep throat him without gagging.
Matty starts picking up his pace until all you could hear is the sounds of your sopping cunt taking his cock, the slapping of skin, the wetness of your mouth being invaded with Ross' cock.
With every thrust, Matty's balls hit your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The singer's fingers holding onto your waist with a grip so tight, it will leave bruises behind. You have to pull back, your mouth coming off the bassist's cock to beg, "Please, Matty, faster."
It isn't a lie that musicians fuck with rhythm, and Matty is another testament to that. He picks up his pace, not once faltering, Ross lets go of your hair to watch you crumble down as your arms weaken, falling face first onto the mattress.
Matty pushes on your lower back for you to arch better, the angle now letting you feel him so much deeper, you cry out into the duvet. You clench around him hard, and by the way the singer starts whimpering and moaning, you know he is close. He starts twitching inside you, but you fear he will pull out.
So you turn your head to the side, your voice no longer muffled by the sheets, and plead, "Matty, please. Inside me. Cum inside me." There's a strain to your voice, your orgasm building so fast and hard that you have to bite on your bottom lip not to be loud.
"Yeah? Wanna milk my cock?" Matty teases you, picking up his pace even more.
You hum loudly, and it morphs into a mewl, "Yes! Yes! I'm– Right there!"
It takes a few seconds for Matty to groan loudly, feeling the spurts of his cum inside you, coating your walls. You clench around him, the noises he makes tipping you over the edge and making you see white. He slows down patiently, his thrusts not stopping as he comes down from his orgasm, and you feel the way he drips out of you.
You barely get any time to gather your thoughts when you feel Matty pulling out and Ross flip you around. He pecks your lips sweetly and nudges your nose with his for you to open your eyes.
"Hey," he smiles at you.
"Hey," you smile back, but then you remember what an awful job you did at getting him off. And you want him to get off, because you know there's no hotter sight than Ross MacDonald cumming.
In the most angelic voice, you say, "I can take more," hoping that he will say yes.
"Are you sure?" he genuinely questions, "You look spent."
"Yes," you nod eagerly, "I need your cum inside me."
Ross groans, he's been holding back so hard for the past two minutes. "How do you want it?"
"Same as Matty."
As if you're a feather, he flips you around in a second, helping you up on your hands and knees. Your limbs are a bit wobbly but his arm around your waist helps.
"Shit," you curse when he lines up and pushes inside you. It's been so long since you've felt him stretch you out and, god, you had forgotten the delicious pain it came with. "Give me a second, please."
He hovers over you to kiss your shoulder, and it makes you smile. You know he's trying so hard to keep his composure, with the way he's holding onto your hip, but it takes you a minute to get used to him.
When he feels you pull forward and then push back to tell him he can move, it's like he reads your mind when he says, "We're starting slow, okay?"
You nod, and when he drags his cock out and then back, inside you, you just can't hold yourself up anymore. But he doesn't let you fall, instead he pushes you up until you're up straight and flush against his chest, his hand around your throat keeping you there.
And then you're met with Matty's face, that wicked little grin of his greeting you as you peel your eyes open. He presses flush against your chest, your hard nipples rubbing on his skin.
"Hey, gorgeous," he greets you with a sweet smile, keeping you pressed between him and Ross.
The bassist starts moving again, and Matty watches as your face crumbles in pleasure. "Ross, I'm not gonna last long," you warn in between moans, with every drag of his cock you feel every ridge and vein, and he's so deep inside you, you swear you'll be a different person after this.
"S'okay," he reassures, his own self-control wearing thin, "M'not either."
He picks up the pace and Matty snakes a hand down to rub his thumb on your clit. If it wasn't for them two pressing onto you, you would have folded over. You were spent with pleasure, dizzy from every kiss and every orgasm.
Ross groans and moans in your ear, his beard tickling the side of your neck, where he bites to quiet down the noises he's making as he goes faster.
"Oh, shit, Ross," you moan, you can feel the coil in your lower stomach tightening by the second, and you might squirt again and ruin his sheets. "I'm gonna– Fuck!"
Your orgasm comes over you in surprise, Matty's thumb drawing circles on your clit just increasing the sensory overload by a thousand. But he doesn't stop, because seeing you squirt that first time was enough to want to see you do it again, and again, and again.
Looking for leverage, your arm comes around Matty's neck, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulder. Your head falls back, giving Ross a better grip of your neck to choke you just how you like as he finally tips over the edge and fills you up with his cum.
It's when you feel his grip tighten around your throat that the dam breaks loose, and you're squirting all over Ross and Matty.
"Yes, baby, that's it," Matty praises, still rubbing your clit relentlessly. You push his hand away, as you spasm around Ross' cock, milking him until you're full of his and Matty's cum.
When Ross pulls out of you, your exhaustion hits you like a truck. You're falling into Matty's arms and he manages to softly lay you down in bed, to let you rest.
The singer makes sure to take the duvet off the bed, letting you rest over the sheets and takes the drench fabric to the washer. Meanwhile, Ross has gone to the bathroom to clean himself up and come back with a wet rag to take care of you.
He kisses your forehead and it makes you smile, it's been a while since he's been in charge of your aftercare.
"I missed this," you say as he spreads your legs open and starts cleaning you up.
He hums as you hiss, "Sorry. I forgot just how sensitive you are."
Ross takes his time, and he helps you up so you can go pee. You remember when you were younger and made the awful mistake of not peeing just so you could cuddle for longer, and the UTI you got after that was horrific. After that happened, he wouldn't let you cuddle him until you had gone to the bathroom after sex.
Coming back from the bathroom, you see them with their boxers on and waiting for you. The space in the middle of them ready to welcome you. Before you go to them, you check Ross' wardrobe and look for a shirt to wear, and a pair of boxers to wear beneath it.
"You look fit," Ross compliments when you turn around.
You surely don't, your mascara has run and your hair is a mess that you couldn't really fix in the bathroom, but you accept the compliment with a, "Thank you."
"Come, get in," Matty urges you, exhaustion written in his own expression.
You gasp softly, "And I get cuddles too? What have I done to deserve this treatment?"
You all but jump in the space between them, and you feel so cosy when they both curl up to you.
Ross mumbles against your neck, "You were a dirty little minx fantasising about your friends, that's what you did."
You scowl, "This is all your fault. Don't pin this on me."
Matty snorts, "How is it our fault?"
"May I remind you this started because of that damn kiss?" you reply in disbelief.
Ross giggles in your ear, "How much are we betting we're getting sued."
Your smirk grows, "Twenty quid they do."
Matty shakes his head, "Twenty quid they don't."
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A/N: So... what did we think? That was harder to write than any other smut I've ever written, I apologise if it was shite. Thank you so much anon for submitting that request ages ago, I'm so sorry it took so long (I suck, I know). I hope to see yous soon with some more writing. Okay, bye! xx
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