Drunk Poly Jealousy.
Rosie and Wilbur had been out all weekend to some streaming event. Rosie having taken Wilbur with her specifically to leave you with a quiet apartment to focus on a midterm paper you desperately needed to finish soon.
Which to your credit, you did. You did make most of it. And you had been enjoying the quietness. But mostly you had been missing the morning cuddles, Rosie checking in if you had been eating. Wilbur complaining about his own paper. You had desperately been missing their company.
Worst of all, Rosie had given you one single rule to follow.
“No fun till we’re back, love.”
Then she had kissed you, and Wilbur had too. Wilbur had been so sweet to give you a gift before departing. The fucker had given you a new set of lingerie you had no use for until they came back. Specifically, the one you had pointed out to him, when you had somehow coached him into a lingerie shop with you.
On the other hand, had the situation been the other way around, you would absolutely have done the same to him. Knowing full well the punishment that would have followed that, if he tattled on you.
But the situation isn’t the other way around. You’re the one stuck at home, writing a paper for a class you barely enjoy taking. You find a bit comfort in the way that Rosie streams, although you’ve never watched her beyond the clips, she shows you herself. Her stream has been playing on loop since they left.
How could it not, your beautiful girlfriend right in frame, and your pretty boyfriend behind the camera, or awkwardly standing to the side as she talks to fans and the alike.
“Will turn the camera away, I’m buying something for our girl.”
Man, you wish you were there.
But you aren’t.
You are stuck in your apartment only able to listen and watch your lovers be cute together. You want to be the one to receive their affection. You want to be on the receiving end. You want to be the one to blush, to hide away, to be unable to speak.
But once again, you aren’t.
You grumble a bit before deciding your midterm paper is close enough to be finished another day, and instead you need something to dull yourself.
And if that happens to be a flask of wine, then so be it.
Leading to you an hour later being curled up on the couch, kinda drunk, wearing Wilbur’s sweater, and draped in Rosie’s blanket. The video of her most recent stream playing on the coffee table. And how you miss them.
It’s not fucking fair. Why does everyone else get to have their attention. You should have it. You deserve it.
As time goes on, you can’t help but feel the pit in your stomach grow.
The wine keeping your body nicely warm.
And your head filled with thoughts.
Thoughts about why you should follow the rules. Why should they get to dictate what you do if they aren’t even around.
You huff, getting up and finding the gift from Wilbur.
Who are they to dictate what you do?
You slip out of the hoodie, and your sweater pants. Your underwear is the next to go. Changing into the lingerie before slipping the hoodie on again.
See you can wear what you want when they aren’t around.
You can do stuff when they aren’t around…
You can… Do… Stuff…
Your eyes glide over to the vibrator on the nightstand.
Yeah, you deserve this, they have had each other alone for the last couple of days, while you’ve been suffering. You deserve this.
You deserve this.
You fetch Rosie’s blanket from the couch before settling on the bed. Wrapped in the smells of your lovers. The cherry smell of Rosie and the peppermint smell of Wilbur.
You need them.
Your legs are rubbing against each other, trying desperately to create some form of friction as you think of your lovers.
Touching you.
Kissing you.
Worshipping you.
Your hand slowly makes its way down through your body. You imagine Rosie teasing you, telling you how good a girl you are for her. While Wilbur is kissing your jawline. Down to your neck. Right behind your ear on your sweet spot.
You imagine Wilbur using your hand to get himself hard, while Rosie is kissing the inner sides of your thighs.
Your hand finds itself under your panties.
You’re wet.
You haven’t even touched yourself, and the thought of your lovers is enough to turn you on.
It’s enough for you to want more, crave more, need more.
You reach out for the vibrator. You deserve this.
Your hand pleasuring you, soon joined by the vibrator.
You gasp, hips buckling up at the new object.
Toes curling.
Door opening.
Pant’s flowing.
Rosie Wilbur.
You moan.
Then the pleasure is ripped away from you. Just like that.
You whine.
“Would you look at that, our baby can’t even follow simple rules?” Rosie speaks.
Wait Rosie?
You sit up.
Rosie!
Wilbur!
“Babe! Love!” You slur out.
Wilbur looks at Rosie, who looks back at him.
“Is she drunk?”
Rosie laughs at the sight, and Wilbur can’t help but smile. There you are drunk, wearing his sweater, wrapped in Rosie’s blanket. Trying to chase what you aren’t allowed.
Oh, the punishment is going to be good. But for now, they just need to care for someone who has clearly missed them.
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- Someone Blue :)
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THIS IS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE. And I LOVE IT.
Rosie and Simpbur? Yes. Being Needy? Me. GETTING PUNISHED FOR THE ONE RULE I COULDNT FOLLOW? Y E S.
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