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Three's A Feast - C. W. & M. B.

"You're gonna hurt her. Look at her neck. You're not stopping."

"I'm careful."

"You're not, you're fucking starved. I can see it. You need more."

Vamp!Cameron Winter x reader x Max Bassin, established Cameron x reader, makeout, hickeys, blood mentions (duh), vampire typical level of violence, biting, sucking blood, handjob/blowjob, threesome, pinv sex

nonsense disclaimer: this is RPF, don't like? don't read! wc: 1,623

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A few weeks in and Mr I-Vant-To-Zuck-Yer-Blood has figured out exactly how he likes to take me.

He's got me pinned beneath him on the couch, his full weight pressing me into the cushions, his hips rutting hard against the armrest as he feeds. He's been at my neck for ten minutes now, sucking deep and rhythmic, and his fingers are inside me, three of them, curling hard, fucking into me with a relentless pace that has me sobbing.

"Cam," I gasp out, tears streaming down my temples, my hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise. "Baby, I can't,"

"Yes you can," he growls against my throat, not stopping, never stopping. His hips snap forward, grinding his hard cock against the couch arm through his jeans, desperate friction while he drinks. "Take it, baby. Take it for me."

I cry out again, arching beneath him, my body caught between the pain of his fingers stretching me and the overwhelming heat building in my core. He's rough tonight, hungrier than usual, and every time he sucks hard at my neck I feel another wave of pleasure crash through me, sharp and overwhelming.

"Please," I whimper, not sure if I'm begging him to stop or to keep going. "Please, Cam,"

"Not yet," he breathes, and his fingers speed up, pounding into me, his palm grinding down on my clit with every thrust. "Not until you come for me. I want to taste it."

I'm sobbing in earnest now, overwhelmed, my vision sparking at the edges as he keeps fucking me with his hand, keeps sucking at my neck, keeps rutting against the couch like he can't control himself. I'm close, so fucking close,

The door opens.

We both freeze, Cameron's teeth still buried in my neck, his fingers still deep inside me, his hips mid-thrust against the armrest. I turn my head, tears blurring my vision, and see Max standing in the doorway with his keys in his hand, staring at us with his mouth open.

"Fuck," Max breathes.

Cameron pulls his teeth out slowly, a soft sound accompanying the release, and lifts his head. His mouth is smeared dark, his pupils blown wide, his expression dazed and hungry and completely unashamed. He doesn't move his fingers. If anything, he curls them deeper, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.

"Get out," Cameron says, but his voice is wrecked, rough with blood and arousal, and he doesn't stop grinding his hips against the couch.

Max doesn't move. His eyes travel down Cameron's body, taking in the way he's draped over me, the way his hand is still working between my legs, the obvious bulge in his jeans pressed against the furniture. Then his gaze lifts to my neck, to the fresh bite marks, the blood still beading at the edges.

"Jesus Christ," Max whispers. "You're actually," He stops, swallows hard. "How long?"

"Max." Cameron's warning is sharp, edged with something dangerous. His fingers flex inside me and I whimper, turning my face into his shoulder. "Leave."

But Max steps inside and closes the door behind him, and I can see it now, the way his jeans are tented, the way his breathing has gone heavy. He's not scared. He's fascinated.

"You're gonna hurt her," Max says, his voice dropping lower, taking on a dominant edge that makes Cameron's hips stutter against the couch. "Look at her neck. You're not stopping."

"I'm careful," Cameron snaps, but he sounds less sure now, hungrier. His eyes drop to my neck again, to the marks he's made, and I feel his cock twitch against my hip where he's pressed against me.

"You're not," Max counters, stepping closer. "You're fucking starved. I can see it." He stops at the edge of the couch, looking down at us, and his hand comes up to adjust himself through his jeans, obvious and unashamed. "You need more."

Cameron's jaw tightens. He pulls his fingers out of me slowly, making me whine at the loss, and pushes himself up on his elbows, hovering over me. His eyes find mine, checking, questioning. I nod, small and trembling, and he turns his gaze to Max.

"I need to feed again," Cameron admits, the words rough, dragged out of him. "But I don't want to take too much from her."

Max's breath hitches. "So take it from me."

Cameron goes completely still above me. "What?"

"You heard me." Max's voice is steady, commanding, and he reaches down to unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out. He strokes himself once, twice, his eyes locked on Cameron's mouth. "Ask me properly."

Cameron's hips grind down against the couch again, involuntary, desperate. When he speaks, his voice is barely human, low and guttural and starving.

"Can I bite you?"

Max groans, loud and shocked, and his hand tightens around his cock. "Fuck yeah. Yeah, you can bite me."

But he doesn't move to offer his neck yet. Instead, he steps closer, right up against the couch, and grips Cameron's jaw with his free hand. He tilts Cameron's face up to look at him, and I watch Max's eyes drop to Cameron's mouth, those sharp fangs still extended, stained dark with my blood.

"Look at you," Max breathes, and then he leans in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe across Cameron's lower lip, catching the smear of blood there. He pulls back just enough to look at Cameron's eyes, then does it again. Deeper this time, his tongue sliding between Cameron's lips, tracing the points of his fangs, lapping up every trace of copper he can find.

Cameron whimpers against his mouth, hips bucking helplessly against the couch, and Max groans at the taste, at the intimacy of it, his tongue coming away stained red.

"Jesus," Max breathes against his mouth. "You taste like her. Like," He stops, swallows hard, his pupils blown wide. "Do it. Bite me."

Cameron moves fast, pulling off me completely, leaving me empty and aching and trembling on the couch. He grabs Max by the waist and pulls him down, settling between his legs on the floor, and I watch, dazed, as Cameron nuzzles into Max's neck, breathing him in.

"Touch him," Cameron orders me, not looking up, his voice muffled against Max's throat. "While I feed. Jerk him off, baby. Look at how fucking hard he is…"

I scramble to my knees, moving behind Max on the couch, reaching around to wrap my hand around his cock where he's still stroking himself. He's hot and heavy in my palm, and when I squeeze, he groans, his head falling back against my shoulder.

"Oh my god," Max breathes, his hand falling away to grip the couch cushions. "Fuck, your hand is,"

Cameron doesn't wait for him to finish. He sinks his teeth in, and Max cries out, a sharp, broken sound that vibrates through his whole body. I feel him tense, his cock twitching in my hand, and I start stroking him, slow tight pulls, matching the rhythm of Cameron's sucking.

"Fuck," Max groans, his hips bucking up into my hand, then back against Cameron's mouth. "Fuck, Cam…"

Cameron moans against his neck, the sound vibrating through Max's body, and I can see his hips rutting against the floor now, desperate for friction, his hand shoved down his own pants to jerk himself off while he feeds. He's lost in it, completely lost, and Max is staring down at him with dark, glazed eyes, watching his best friend drink from him, his cock throbbing in my fist.

"Harder," Max commands, and I obey, tightening my grip, speeding up my strokes. He groans again, his hand coming up to grip Cameron's hair, holding him in place. "That's it. Take it, you fucking freak…”

Cameron whimpers, the sound sending shivers through both of us, and he sucks harder, his hand working himself faster beneath his jeans. I can feel Max getting close, his cock swelling in my hand, his breathing ragged and desperate.

"Don't cum yet," Cameron pulls back just enough to speak, his mouth smeared with Max's blood, his expression feral. "Not until I'm done. Hold it."

"Jesus," Max whines, but he nods, his jaw clenched tight, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Mm fuck, is this, yeah don’t stop, why your hickeys are so dark?”

Cameron goes back to his neck, slower now, savoring, and I keep stroking Max through it, my hand slick with his precum, my own body still throbbing and unsatisfied from earlier. But watching them, feeling Max shake in my arms while Cameron drinks from him, it's almost enough.

When Cameron finally pulls back, he's panting, his eyes blown wide and dark, his lips stained crimson. He licks his mouth clean, watching Max with a predatory gaze, and Max slumps back against me, breathing hard, his neck marked and bleeding.

"Clean him up," Cameron orders me, his voice rough, leaving no room for disobedience.

I lean forward, my hand still working Max's cock slowly, and press my mouth to the bite marks on his neck. I lick the blood there; copper and salt and something else, something that tastes like Cameron now. Max groans, his hips jerking up into my hand.

"Fuck," he breathes, his hand coming up to grip my hair, holding me against his neck. "Fuck, do that again…"

I lick again, cleaning the wounds, and Cameron watches us with dark, hungry eyes, his hand still working himself beneath his jeans. We're all breathing hard, tangled together, and when I pull back from Max's neck, I see him and Cameron lock eyes. 

"Next time," Max says, his voice rough, "you ask before you bite."

Cameron's lips curl into a smile, sharp and bloody. "Next time.”

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Adjustment - C. W. & M. B.

“Look at you. So desperate for attention you had to go behind my back. Couldn’t just ask for what you wanted like a good girl. Had to lie. Had to cheat.”

18+ MDNI Cameron Winter x reader x Max Bassin established cameron x sub!reader, threesome, cheating with boyfriends best friend

nonsense disclaimer: this is RPF, don't like? don't read! wc: 1,872

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I find out by accident. I’m looking for my phone charger in her bag. Mine’s dead and hers is right there on the counter. I pull out her phone instead of mine. The screen lights up with messages from Max. My drummer. My friend.

I thought you said you guys broke up?

We did, she replied. He just won’t accept it. He’s so clingy. Never gives me space. Never gives me what I need.

I should be furious. I should be throwing things, calling her out, demanding explanations. But instead, I’m staring at the screen with my heart hammering against my ribs, and I realize with a sudden, dizzying rush that I’m painfully hard.

The image of it floods my brain. Her in Max’s bed, his hands on her, her lying to him about us, lying to me about where she’s been. The deception should sting, but it doesn’t. It just makes the whole thing hotter. She thinks she’s playing us. She has no idea what she’s in for.

I put the phone back exactly how I found it. I don’t say anything at dinner. I don’t say anything when she kisses my cheek and tells me she’s going out with friends, knowing exactly whose bed she’ll end up in tonight. I wait.

The next morning, while she’s in the shower, I find Max’s number and call him.

He answers on the second ring. “Hey, Cam. What’s up?”

He sounds normal. Friendly. Completely unaware that I know exactly how well-acquainted he has become with my girlfriend’s body.

“Hey, Max,” I say, keeping my voice casual. “I was wondering if you could come over later. Maybe around eight? Just to hang out, have a few drinks.”

“Uh, sure,” he says. “Everything okay with you guys?”

“Yeah, everything’s great,” I lie smoothly. “I just think it would be good for the three of us to spend some time together. Bond a little.”

He hesitates, but then agrees. “Sure, man. See you at eight.”

I hang up and smile at the bathroom door, listening to her sing in the shower.

She’s wearing that black dress I like, the one that rides up too high when she bends over. She’s been extra affectionate all evening, guilty conscience probably, and I let her curl up against me on the couch, her head on my shoulder, while we wait.

The doorbell rings at exactly eight.

“Expecting someone?” she asks, frowning.

“Yeah,” I say, sliding out from under her. “I invited Max.”

Her face goes pale. I see the panic flash in her eyes, trying to determine whether he’s said something, whether she’s been caught. She stands up, smoothing her dress, trying to look innocent.

I open the door. Max is there in his leather jacket, holding a six-pack, looking relaxed. He steps inside, and I lock the door behind him.

“Hey,” he says to her, giving her a quick hug that she returns stiffly.

“Hi,” she says, her voice too high. “What’s... what’s going on?”

I walk to the kitchen and grab three beers, cracking them open and handing them out. Max takes his, still oblivious, chatting about some new synth pedal he’s been looking at. She’s barely listening, her eyes darting between us, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I let her squirm for a minute. Then I lean back against the counter and take a long sip of my beer.

“So,” I say casually. “I found something interesting today.”

Max looks up. “Yeah? What’s that?”

I pull out my phone and read the texts aloud. “I thought you guys broke up? We did. He just won’t accept it. He’s so clingy. Never gives me space. Never gives me what I need.”

The silence that follows is deafening. Max’s face drains of color. He looks at her, then at me, panic setting in.

“Cam, I swear, I thought, she told me you guys were done, I never would have…”

I hold up my hand, cutting him off. “No, no I’m not mad about it,” I say, and I can see the confusion replace the fear on his face. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to help me fix her attitude.”

Max blinks. “Fix her... attitude?”

I push off the counter and walk toward her. She’s frozen, her beer trembling in her hand. I take it from her and set it down, then cup her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me.

“See, she thinks she can play us,” I explain, my thumb brushing her lower lip. “She thinks she can lie to both of us, keep us separate, have her fun without consequences?” I glance back at Max, giving him a slow, deliberate smile. “I think that’s pretty fucking hot.”

Max stares at me. “You’re... not angry?”

“I’m turned on,” I correct, my hand sliding down to grip her throat, not hard, just enough to make her breath hitch. “The idea of her sneaking around, spreading her legs for you while she’s still mine? It gets me off. But the lying?” I tighten my grip slightly, and she whimpers. “That needs to be addressed. Don’t you think, Max?”

I watch understanding dawn in his eyes. The fear melts away, replaced by something hungrier, darker. He sets his beer down and moves closer, standing behind her so she’s trapped between us.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Max murmurs against her ear, and I feel her shudder. “Lying to me. Lying to him. Making us both think we were the only one.”

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, her eyes wide and glassy. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know how to, I wanted both of you, I just didn’t know how to ask,”

“So you manipulated us instead,” I finish. “Tried to keep us separate. But here’s the thing, sweetheart, we’re not mad. We’re just going to teach you a lesson...”

I kiss her then, hard and possessive, my tongue sweeping into her mouth while Max’s hands slide up her sides, finding her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She moans into my mouth, her body going pliant between us.

“Take off your dress,” I tell her when I pull back. “Now.”

Her hands shake as she reaches for the zipper. The fabric pools at her feet. She stands there in her underwear, exposed, caught, and I can see her pulse hammering in her throat.

“Look at you,” I say, stepping back to admire her. Max’s hands are still on her, kneading her breasts, his mouth on her neck. “So desperate for attention you had to go behind my back. Couldn’t just ask for what you wanted like a good girl. Had to lie. Had to cheat.”

I circle her slowly, watching Max’s hands roam over her body. “But since you chose to be bad,” I continue, stopping behind her and pressing my chest against her back, “we’re going to put you in your place. Show you exactly who you belong to. Both of us.”

I unhook her bra and let it fall, then slide her underwear down her legs. She’s naked now, trembling, her nipples hard, her skin flushed.

“On your knees,” I command.

She sinks down immediately, looking up at us with those wide, desperate eyes. Max and I exchange a glance, some silent understanding passing between us, and then we’re both unzipping, freeing ourselves, presenting ourselves to her.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her.

She does, and I guide myself between her lips, groaning as her wet heat surrounds me. Max moves beside me, and she takes him in her hand, stroking him while she works me with her mouth.

“That’s it,” I praise, my hand fisting in her hair. “Show us how sorry you are. Show us how good that mouth is when you’re not lying.”

She moans around me, the vibration sending sparks down my spine. Max tilts her chin toward him, and she switches, taking him deep while her hand wraps around my base.

We take turns like that, using her mouth, watching her struggle to take us both. She’s messy and eager, tears streaming down her face, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Enough,” I say finally, pulling her up by her hair. “Couch. Now.”

We move to the living room. I sit down and pull her over my lap, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cushion. Max stands in front of her, his hand stroking himself as he watches.

“You need to learn,” I say, my hand coming down hard on her ass. She yelps, her body jerking. “That you don’t lie to us. You ask. Nicely.”

I spank her again, and again, watching her skin turn pink. Max reaches down and threads his fingers through her hair, holding her steady.

“Do you understand?” I ask, my hand smoothing over her heated flesh.

“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes, I understand, I’m sorry,”

“No you’re not,” I say, and I lift her hips, positioning her above me. “But you will be.”

I thrust up into her in one hard movement, and she cried, her hands clawing at the couch. She’s so wet, her body gripping me tight, and I groan at the feel of her.

Max moves in front of her, and she takes him into her mouth again, her body stretched between us, filled at both ends. I grip her hips and start to move, setting a brutal pace, each thrust pushing her forward onto him.

“You wanted this,” I grunt, snapping my hips up. “Admit it. You wanted us both.”

She moans around Max’s cock, the vibration making him curse and tighten his grip on her hair. He starts to fuck her mouth in time with my strokes, and we find a rhythm. Pushing her between us, using her, claiming her completely.

She comes first, her body clamping down on me so hard I see stars, her moans muffled by Max’s cock. I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her, chasing my own release, watching her face, flushed, tear-streaked, utterly wrecked.

“Please,” she gasps when Max pulls back to let her breathe. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good…”

“You’ll be perfect,” I agree, my voice ragged. “Our perfect girl. No more fucking lies. Just this, just us.”

“Yes,” she sobs, nodding frantically. “Yes, yes, I promise…”

Max groans, his hand tightening in her hair. “Cam…”

“Do it,” I tell him. “Show her who she belongs to.”

He comes with a shout, spilling across her lips and chin, and the sight of it, her all messy and used and covered in him, pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and follow, my orgasm ripping through me as I hold her hips.

After, we collapse onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. She’s between us, shaking, her makeup ruined, her body marked. I stroke her hair back from her face while Max finds a blanket to drape over us.

“Are we...” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Are we okay?”

I tilt her chin up, making her look at me. “We’re okay,” I say softly. “But next time you want something? You ask. No more sneaking around. No more lies. Understand?”

She nods, her eyes wet. “I understand.”

A/N: im scheduling a bunch of posts lol