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Piercing Pain

Chapter 3 - Tangled

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Story summary: You challenged Sebastian to a duel. He lost. He ends up with a pierced dick, a bruised ego, and way too much tension to handle. What was supposed to be revenge sex turns into something more... and messier. Think secrets, feelings, and one very jealous roommate who was never really sleeping.

Tags: Comedy, Frenemies, Smut, Jealousy, Friends to lovers, Love/fluff, Threesome, Double penetration, Handjob, Blowjob, Sebinis, Aged-up characters, Reader pov, Sebastian pov, Ominis pov

Status: Completed. For now ;)

Chapter 1 - The Bet

Chapter 2 - Tension

Chapter 3 - Tangled ←you’re here!

Chapter 4 - Touch

[Ao3]

⋅───⊱༺  OMINIS  ༻⊰───·

I knew it would come to this. All their relentless bantering and flirtatious teasing, it was always going to end up here.

I had hoped that one good night of fucking all that tension out would’ve been enough. But — as I’d feared — she stayed around.

For weeks I’ve been forced to listen to their childish banter, their fighting and fucking. One minute they’re so happy and loving it makes me sick — the next, they’re at each other’s throats. Just being in the same room with them is enough to give me whiplash.

And the thing is — it’s my room. This used to be my sanctuary. My place away from all the judgement and whisperings, the place where I could relax. Mine and Sebastian’s space. But now she’s always is here.

Why is she always here?

We hadn’t really talked all that much before, she and I. We weren’t strangers, but not exactly friends either. But now she’s constantly around — studying, joking, yelling at Sebastian, or sucking his dick when they think I’m asleep.

Sebastian claims I sleep like the dead, but trust me — not even death himself could sleep through their fucking moans and whimpering.

I really tried, at first. For Sebastian’s sake. I tried to get to know her, to be friendly and inviting, like he’s always nagging me about. But lately she’s just been getting on my nerves more and more.

It’s not only that she’s here all the time — it’s that she’s all he ever talks about. It’s her things scattered all over the floor, making me trip. It’s her moving my things so I can’t find them. It’s driving me insane.

And she steals all his hoodies. Can’t she just buy her own?

I blame Sebastian for all this. If he hadn’t made that stupid bet, so desperate to feel her lips around his cock, none of this would have happened.

And of course she raised the stakes. And of course he couldn’t back down when he saw a chance to finally get her into his bed.

I have to admit, I was secretly impressed when she won that duel, though. Because drunk or not, Sebastian’s the best duelist I’ve ever met.

And yes, at first it was hilarious that he had to get his dick pierced. But then she had to go and offer herself up like some sort of damn consolation prize, making it all insufferable.

Things really heated up between them after that. Suddenly I was spending more and more evenings alone, while Sebastian was off snogging her in some closet or wherever.

And when he was with me all he did was whine. He whined about her wanting to keep things secret. He whined about not having sex for weeks. He whined about the agony of healing.

Sebastian’s not usually the fussy, anxious type. But apparently, when it comes to his dick, he absolutely is.

Josh — the piercing artist — had said a bit of bleeding and swelling was to be expected. That it was fine, as long as the skin didn’t get red and hot. But still, Sebastian panicked every time there was the slightest swelling.

This did lead to one rather… interesting incident, though.

It was late one evening, a few weeks after he’d gotten pierced. Once again he was anxious, insisting the skin looked red. Tiredly, I had told him to stop worrying, that it was probably fine, and then gotten into bed.

And then the mattress dipped as Sebastian climbed up on his knees.

“Feel this. Is it hot? Does this feel hot to you?” he’d said—and without the slightest hesitation, he pressed my palm against his soft dick.

I just sat there, stunned at first. And I think that was what actually pulled Sebastian out of his spiraling anxiety. I mean, yeah, we usually shared everything, but this was… new.

He laughed awkwardly and said in a low voice, “I’m sorry. Probably should have asked first, huh?”

I quickly composed myself, saying, “Oh, Sebastian. Nothing you do ever surprises me anymore.”

But in all honesty — that did.

Heat crept up my face, and I’m sure he saw it. But we were each other’s only family. If he trusted me enough for this, I wasn’t going to shut him down.

“I don’t know how you usually feel,” I said softly, fingertips lightly pressing over his skin. “But no, I don’t think it feels too hot. I don’t think you have to worry.”

“Oh. Okay. You’re probably right,” he said with a small, breathy chuckle. I expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. Right before withdrawing my hand, I felt his cock twitch faintly under my palm.

The moment hung there, strangely intimate for two best friends.

“Do you want to feel them?” he suddenly asked then.

“What?” I replied, probably looking very surprised.

“I just realized you probably have no idea what it looks like. I mean, I know you see with your touch, and as far as I know you haven’t touched a pierced—“

“No. No, I haven’t,” I cut him off, a bit rushed. We both chuckled a little awkwardly again.

But something inside me, curiosity maybe, pushed me forward. “If you’d let me…?”

He hesitated only a second before gently guiding my hand back to him.

I lightly wrapped my fingers under his cock. It felt warm and soft, his skin smooth against my fingertips. Then I felt the firm little ridges of the barbells beneath his skin. At first it was just… odd. But I let my fingers trace along them, trying to build an image in my mind.

Then I felt him starting to grow in my hand, and my breath caught a little in my throat.

He laughed nervously, “I’m sorry, it’s been a while since… you know.” Then he started to shift away.

“Don’t,” I said quietly, curiosity getting the better of me. “Let me get a feel for how the piercings look when it’s hard. Please?”

He went still and I heard him swallow, but he didn’t move away. I kept my hand there, fingertips tracing the underside of his cock. Each pass made the little metal bars stand out even more. They were bigger than I’d expected. And… so was he. Thicker, and almost heavy in my hand. I could hear him trying to keep his breathing steady.

“Do they still hurt?” I asked softly.

“No… not really. Sometimes. It’s still too sore to… get off.”

He was hard now. Really hard. Before I could stop myself, my hand curled around him, fully this time. Then I heard it, the sharp inhale he tried to mask. And in a reckless moment, I tightened my grip — just slightly — before catching myself and easing up. His cock twitched in my palm, and for a fleeting second, I wondered what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped.

I smothered the thought before it could take hold, smoothing my expression before he could see too much.

“Thank you for letting me see them,” I said, voice low and steady as I finally let go, my fingertips slipping away from his skin.

I didn’t sleep well that night. My mind kept replaying how he’d felt under my fingers. And… the way he’d sounded.

But now it’s Saturday afternoon, and — as usual — Sebastian and his girl are sprawled on the sofa, where they’ve alternated between mindless banter and snogging for the past two hours.

I’m sitting by my desk, trying to study, but it’s hard with those two in the room.

“Come on now, baby,” I hear Sebastian purr. “Just one little one, right here.”

She makes this girly squeal and laughs.

Merlin, save me.

“Noo! I told you, I’m not getting pierced!”

“You don’t have to do both of them, I’m happy with just one,” Sebastian says.

I don’t need to see to know exactly what kind of grin is on his face. I’ve known him too long. I can hear it.

For fifteen minutes now, he’s been trying to convince her to get her nipples pierced. And for fifteen minutes, my oncoming headache has only gotten worse.

“No! I’m not doing it!” she giggles.

“How about we make a bet?” Sebastian suggests.

Oh, please, no. No more disastrous bets.

She laughs again. “I’m not stupid enough to enter a bet like that. Unlike some.”

“But just imagine how good it could feel…” he murmurs, voice dropping into that low, velvety tone he always uses when he wants something.

Then follows the rustle of fabric, a small intake of breath and an almost inaudible whimper from her.

Can’t believe they’re forcing me to listen to this.

I sigh and rub my temples.

“You know, just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re doing,” I say wearily.

There’s a quiet, wet sucking noise, and Sebastian replies, “We’re not doing anything.”

Her giggle does nothing to convince me.

“So your mouth is not currently attached to her nipple, then?” I say dryly.

“…no?” Sebastian says, and they both burst out laughing.

Then she squeals again, thrashing on the couch, and I can only assume he’s violating her in some new way.

My patience is wearing real thin, and the pounding in my head isn’t helping.

I turn in my chair, deciding to put an end to it before they actually start doing it right in front of me.

“I’ve been meaning to ask — what happened between the two of you?”

Silence. I can feel Sebastian’s burning stare on me.

“I mean, I know you used to date when we first got here, so… what happened?” I say innocently.

I know for a fact they haven’t talked about this yet, and that Sebastian is rather reluctant to do so.

“Nothing. It just wasn’t the right time,” he says in a clipped tone, clearly hoping to derail the whole conversation.

I knew Sebastian was taken with her from the moment they met. They’d only gone on a few dates before he was acting like a lovesick fool. Much like now, he couldn’t stop talking about her.

But then he heard this rumour that she was seeing somebody else at the same time, and I think that hurt him quite a bit. And so he did what he always does — turned on the shallow charm, spread on the self-confidence, and kept his feelings hidden under layers of snark and wit.

I had told him he should probably move on, and so he did — with pretty much every other girl he could find.

I knew he still liked her though, even if he wouldn’t admit it. It showed in how he just couldn’t leave her alone. And so they formed this weird — for lack of a better word — friendship, built on taunting mockery that bordered on harassment.

“What happened,” she says playfully, apparently oblivious to Sebastian’s tone, “was that loverboy here wasn’t ready to commit, and I didn’t want to get caught up in a triangle.”

I hear the thick silence that follows and turn my head to hide the little smirk tugging at my lips.

Look at that. Took all of ten seconds to unravel the happy couple. Migraine averted.

“Didn’t want to get caught in a triangle?” Sebastian echoes, voice low and controlled. “Kinda rich coming from you, don’t you think?”

“Excuse me?” she says, sounding genuinely confused.

“You were the one dating more than one person at a time,” Sebastian says with a slight accusatory edge.

“What?” she says and I hear them untangling to sit up.

“What, you thought I didn’t know?”

“I didn’t date someone else. You were the one trying to charm every girl who crossed your path!” she says, her voice lifting in disbelief and defence.

Sebastian scoffs. “Yeah, because you were off with somebody else. Everyone heard the rumour that you were dating some guy from town as well as me.”

“Then that’s what it was — a rumour!” she snaps, like she can’t believe he’d ever think that of her.

“Come on, who would bother making up a rumour like that about a new student?”

Who indeed…

I snap my book shut and stand.

“This feels private. I’m just gonna go…” I say and grab my wand.

I can still hear them arguing when I turn the corner toward the library.

All I had wanted was to stop them fondling each other while I was in the room — not to start another shouting match. Still, I can’t quite bring myself to regret it.

Maybe this time they’ll break up. Or at least take a few days apart. I’d get my room back. My friend, too.

I know it was wrong, spreading that rumour. And when I saw how deep it hurt him, I regretted it. But I had only meant well. Sebastian was — is — my only family and real friend. We were new at this school, new in this town. I just wanted us to stick together a little longer.

I knew he’d eventually go off and meet someone, but did it have to happen our very first week here?

Sebastian has always been the confident one. Outgoing and effortlessly charming. Whereas I am — as he so nicely puts it — an acquired taste shackled by my last name.

He can be so poetic.

I’m not lonely though, not really. We’ve got the usual crowd — the guys Sebastian attracts like moths to a flame — and I get enough company to keep the silence away. There’s even a girl I see now and then. No strings. No friendship. Just a way to shut my brain off when nothing else works.

Come to think of it, it’s been a while. And I’ve been tense for days— weeks, if I’m honest. Maybe seeing her would take the edge off. Might even help with the headaches.

I change direction and let my wand guide me towards the café, hoping to find her there. But to my surprise, it’s quiet and nearly deserted. The girl behind the counter informs me there’s a fair going on in town today. In fact she seems genuinely baffled I haven’t seen the posters plastered all over school.

I sigh.

If only.

I murmur my thanks and push the door open, the soft bell overhead chiming behind me. I make my way around the corridors, checking her usual spots, listening for her voice. No luck.

Of course not. Why would anything go my way today?

Right now, I just want to crawl into bed, get off, and sleep this headache away. Anything to stop this pounding in my head.

But since my room’s currently serving as the arena for the happy couple’s latest shouting match, I slowly make my way back to the café.

I sit down with a cup of chamomile tea, and in my silent bitterness, I hope they break up.

─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─

When I get back to the dorm later that evening I find it empty. I wonder for a moment what they are doing, if they’re still arguing or if they’ve broken up. If Sebastian is off somewhere getting drunk.

This itchy feeling creeps up on me — guilt perhaps — but I distinctly shove it away. If they break up it’s not my fault, they had to have this conversation sooner or later.

My headache has eased up a bit, but there’s still a dull throb lingering in the back of my head.

I toss my wand onto the desk, unbutton my shirt and hang it over the back of the chair.

I stand there, in the silence, and suddenly I really miss my best friend. The way we used to be, when it was just us.

Slowly, I feel my way to Sebastian’s chair, where he usually leaves his hoodies slung over the backrest. But it’s empty. I check the couch. The end of his bed. Nothing.

My hand lingers for a second before falling back to my side. I sigh and step towards my own bed, of course stumbling on one of her stupid bags along the way. Annoyance flashes through me, and I kick it aside, harder than I mean to.

I crawl into bed and pull the covers over me, but my mind won’t rest. I lie awake for what feels like hours before I finally hear the soft creak of the door.

“Shh, don’t wake Ominis,” I hear Sebastian whisper.

“You shush!” she giggles quietly in response.

So they didn’t break up then. Great.

Not really in the mood to chat, I lie still on my back, pretending to sleep while they bustle around getting ready for bed.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Sebastian then asks with a sugary sweet voice.

She hums a low “mmm” and then they start kissing.

Please not another night of this. Not tonight.

“Remember what you promised me..?” Sebastian murmurs, voice low and full of suggestion.

“No, I don’t think I do…” she answers playfully and then yelps as she trips on the bag I kicked earlier.

Serves you right.

Sebastian hushes her with a quiet laugh. “You know what I think? I think that cotton candy’s still messing with your head, sweetheart.”

I hear them kiss again. Then his voice drops, velvety and wicked, “You said that if I brought you to the fair I’d get some fun of my own when we got back…”

That voice. Like melted chocolate with a hint of sin.

So that’s where they’d been. I feel my jaw clench. Here I’d been, feeling guilty and missing him, while they’d been getting lost in laughter and pink sugar.

“We really shouldn’t, Ominis might wake up…” she whispers, breathless now, so low that I almost miss it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet. He sleeps like a rock anyway,” Sebastian whispers back, and I hear the rustle of clothes, a breathy gasp, and the wet sounds of their kissing deepen.

I’m beginning to regret pretending to be asleep, but I stay still, hoping they’ll be done quick this time.

His bed creak as they get in, and then Sebastian whispers, dark and smug, “No, turn around. I want you on all fours tonight.”

Of course he does.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of rustling sheets. Then—

“Sebastian…” she moans, low and breathy, and I know exactly what that means.

“Fuck, baby…”

He always swears. And now comes the fan favourite…

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.

There it is. Right on cue.

She whimpers in response, already forgetting about keeping it down.

“Stay quiet for me now, love. Okay?”

Then comes the slapping sound of skin on skin, and in my head I try hard to recite the text I was studying earlier.

But the headache starts creeping back, every thrust from the other side of the room only making it worse.

Fuck you for this, Sebastian.

The longer they go on, the louder she gets, moaning and whining like she’s never been touched before.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Sebastian’s hushes her. “Gotta keep quiet, baby.”

She whimpers his name again, like a wounded animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he breathes, voice rough. “Piercings hitting your spot just right, aren’t they?”

“Please, Sebastian, go harder..!” she begs under her breath.

No. Sebastian. Don’t.

“Can you keep quiet for me, then?”

“Yes,” she whines.

“Promise?” he taunts.

“Yes!”

Then come the obscene wet noises as he fucks into her with force, her strangled whimpers tangled with his shallow grunts.

I’m getting more and more frustrated where I lie in my bed. Frustrated with her for not shutting up. Frustrated with him for fucking her while I’m “sleeping.” Frustrated because I’m losing my best friend.

And most of all — frustrated with myself for being so fucking hard.

I bitterly curse the fair for keeping me from getting laid today, and them for subjecting me to this.

“Sshh, baby you promised,” Sebastian whispers when she can’t stop moaning. I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sebastian, please..!” she whines.

“Gotta stay quiet, baby, or you’ll wake him up,” he murmurs, voice thick with mock concern. All while relentlessly slamming into her, deliberately dragging more moans from her throat.

The suppressed frustration crackles like fire beneath my skin. He can’t possibly believe I’d still be asleep, assuming I ever was.

And then it hits me.

He knows I’m awake. He’s doing this on purpose. It’s payback for the argument, for meddling.

“Nngh Sebastian..!” she whines again, louder now.

“Shh! Quiet, love..!” he hisses, snapping his hips even harder to make her cry out. “Ominis—“ smack “will—“ smack “hear you!” smack.

Oh you think this is funny, do you?

Something in me snaps.

I throw off the cover and get to my feet.

“Fuck, Sebastian! If you can’t shut her up I’ll do it for you!”

They barely have time to register I’m moving before I’m on the bed — knees sinking into the mattress, hand tangled in her hair. I jerk her head up, and force her mouth open between my fingers.

The shocked little gasp she makes cuts off instantly when I shove my cock down her throat.

“Ominis! Fuck! What are you—?!”

I groan in satisfaction, both from the heat of her mouth and the sheer satisfaction of finally, finally shutting her up.

Sebastian’s gone still, completely stunned by my sudden shift, but I can still hear his ragged breathing.

I start thrusting lazily, just enough to tease, and to my surprise she doesn’t pull away.

“What’s the matter, Sebastian? Not in a sharing mood?” I murmur, quiet and cruel, my pent-up frustration seething right under my skin.

You should know better than to mess with a snake if you can’t stand being bitten.

“Your girlfriend sure seems to be,” I say smoothly, a cold grin tugging at my lips.

“Funny…” I hum, stroking her hair back as she takes me deeper. “She’s not hesitating. Almost like she’s been waiting for me to do this.”

I tilt my head toward her, voice dipping low, like silk wrapped around venom. “Taking it so well, aren’t you?”

No wonder he can’t shut up when her mouth is on him — she’s incredible.

“Ominis, what the fuck…” Sebastian breathes out, stunned, caught somewhere between awe and lust.

The anger that burned so hot just moments ago fades like smoke. The urge to punish them dissolves, replaced by something far more dangerous. Want. Need.

Up until now, Sebastian has stayed perfectly still. But the subtle push and pull of her body tells me he can’t keep from moving any longer.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on. “You like this, don’t you?” he growls, talking to her, not me.

I feel her answer in the vibration around my cock — a needy, helpless whine that says yes.

“You want me to keep fucking you, sweetheart? Mm? You want me to keep fucking you while you’re on your knees for my best friend?”

She rocks her hips back hard against him, like she’s begging for it, and the muffled moan around my cock confirms it — she wants this.

He starts pounding into her — sharp and fast — his breath turning into low, guttural growls as lust takes over completely.

I swallow hard, tightening my grip in her hair.

He’s getting off on this. Fuck, why does that make my cock even harder?

I groan and thrust deeper into her throat. She chokes perfectly. I do it again, chasing that sweet little noise that goes straight to my cock.

“You’re fine,” I smirk, playfully tugging her hair. “I know what you sound like when Sebastian fucks you — and he’s even bigger than me.”

He laughs, rough and low, and I know exactly what memory that line just touched. For some reason, it sends a sharp jolt of heat through my body.

“Don’t seem too upset about being caught in a triangle now, do you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, sounding amused.

I groan as her saliva drips down my balls, slick and warm. She keeps working her mouth over my cock — sucking and doing this wavelike thing with her tongue that makes every muscle in my body tighten.

I wonder if she does this to his piercings?

And then — somewhere deep in the haze — a sharp thought cuts through the pleasure.

What the hell are we doing?

This fear comes over me. Fear that this will ruin everything. That when it’s over, he’ll regret it, and shut me out for good. My chest tightens, breath caught somewhere high in my throat.

“Fuck… Sebastian, I—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Ominis,” he cuts in gently, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He always does. He always has.

Then his hand slides behind my neck, pulling me into a messy kiss, all open mouth and heat, even as he keeps fucking her. His lips crash against mine like he’s starving.

My mind completely blanks. All I feel is him. His mouth on mine, his stuttering breath against my chin. His taste.

Fuck, I’m kissing Sebastian. Sebastian. I’m kissing my best friend.

And I don’t wanna stop…

When he draws back the tiniest bit, I chase after him without thinking. He smiles against my lips, hand still behind my neck, and murmurs, “She’s coming…”

I feel her whole body tense beneath us just as he groans, deep and blissful, and shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, making my head spin with heat.

His girlfriend shakes and moans between us. Most of her sounds get choked around my cock as I keep thrusting, erratic and unfocused, mind more focused on what her boyfriend’s tongue is doing to mine.

Gods, I wanna feel his cock in my mouth next…

…Fuck. What the hell am I thinking?

I drag my focus back to her. Try to slow my breathing. Try to forget what just went through my mind.

She starts to come down slowly, her body twitching beneath us. Then she finally pulls off me, gasping for air. Sebastian breaks our kiss and leans down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder.

I fall back onto the bed, panting. Head spinning. Confused by how much I want his lips on mine again.

“You came so hard, baby. You really liked that, didn’t you?” I hear him purr.

“Yeah…” she answers in that playful, seductive voice I’ve heard her use with him countless times.

Then Sebastian whispers something to her I can’t quite hear, except the “…think you can do that for us, love?” at the end.

“Mm, I wanna try,” she answers and I hear them kiss again.

When they break apart, she speaks to me. “Lay down on your back, Ominis.”

I hear them shift around and then there’s a gentle tug on my leg as Sebastian pulls me down to lie in the middle of the bed.

I don’t know what they’re planning, but I feel her climb on top, straddling me, and her boyfriend following close behind her.

I trace my hands over her body, really seeing her for the first time. Her skin is warm beneath my palms, smooth and soft, her curves fitting perfectly against my hands. There’s something sweet about the way she moves. Confident, gentle. She’s beautiful.

Yet my hand slides back over her hip until it finds Sean’s thigh, solid and warm where he’s pressed close behind her.

“I’m gonna make her fuck you now, Ominis,” Sebastian says in his low voice, and my hand stills on his thigh.

“What..?” I manage, my cock twitching at his words.

Her soft hand gently strokes my stomach and up my chest as Sebastian continues murmuring.

“You can feel her straddling you. I’m right behind her, with my arms around her waist, and I’m gonna make her ride you.”

I swallow hard, my fingers gripping his thigh.

“If you want to,” he adds.

“Yes. Yes, I want to,” I breathe, maybe a little too quickly, and he chuckles.

“If… If you want to,” I say, stroking the soft skin of her waist.

“I want, Ominis,” she murmurs, and I feel her shift above me as she leans closer, feel the warmth of her breath on my face.

And then she kisses me.

Her lips are soft, so gentle it’s like she’s asking permission.

I lace my fingers in her hair, softer this time, and deepen our kiss.

“That’s it,” Sebastian murmurs, voice low and velvety. “Show him how sweet you taste.”

She smiles against my lips and I let go slowly, my fingers trailing down her neck as she sits back up.

Her hand drifts over my chest, down my stomach, and curls around my cock. Then she guides my tip through her wetness, teasing me, before slowly pushing me inside. I groan as she sinks down, so hot and slick I can feel every pulse of her around me.

My hands glide up her body until I find Sebastian’s arms wrapped tight around her waist. I keep them there, wanting to feel them both. Her softness, his heat.

Then they start to move. Sebastian’s body steering hers from behind, making her rise and fall over my cock in waves, his legs pressing into mine.

I can’t believe how he’s making it feel. Like… like he’s the one to—

“Does he feel good, baby?” Sebastian murmurs, and she answers with a low, needy “mmm”.

“Wanna take more of him?”

Sebastian’s arms tighten around her as he pushes her down to take more of me, and I buck my hips, making both of us moan out loud.

“You feel so good,” I breathe as Sebastian keeps moving their bodies over mine, his pace gradually increasing.

The moans and whimpers that once drove me mad now only make me want more. I begin moving with them, thrusting up to meet every push as Sebastian forces her deeper onto me.

“Yeah, she feels real good, doesn’t she?” he says, voice low and full of heat.

So do you.

His voice makes me want to feel him as much as her, and I let go of her waist to instead press my palm to his stomach. The feel of his muscles working beneath my hand sends this unexplainable heat through my whole body.

Without thinking, I spread my fingers to feel more of him, and my thumb grazes the side of his cock where it’s caught between his stomach and her back. I drag it along the side until I feel the smooth, rounded beads of his piercings pressing against the pad of my thumb.

This time, I don’t stop.

I press deliberately against one of the piercings — not hard, just enough to make it dig into him, just enough to let him feel it.

His breath stutters, cock twitching under my touch.

The heat under my skin coils tighter. I want to do it again. I want to wrap my whole hand around him and see if he moans.

“Fuck,” he groans, low and sharp. “Do that again.”

Fuck… he liked that.

I drag my thumb again, slower this time, tracing the length of one barbell, teasing the metal where it sinks into his skin… then I press down, firmer now, just to feel him jolt.

Sebastian groans again, deeper now, and his hips roll forward like he’s chasing the touch.

“Sebastian…” It slips out of me before I can even stop it, needy and breathless, and I thrust my hips a little harder into his girlfriend, making her whimper.

“Fucking hell…” he breathes, like he’s about to lose control.

Suddenly, he tips her forward, and her hands land on my shoulders for support. I feel him follow her down, one hand hitting the bed beside me, the other still locked tight around her waist.

“Fuck her, Ominis. I’ll hold her.” His voice is rough, almost commanding.

I can’t believe I’m fucking my best friend’s girlfriend. I can’t believe he’s asking me to.

I brace my hands on her thighs and start thrusting into her with force, making her moan my name just as needily as she did his.

Our breaths mingle, her face so close to mine.

Then she leans in and kisses me, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding over mine like she’s starving.

I thrust up harder and she whines into my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe quickly. “Too much?”

“No. Just don’t come yet,” she pants shakily against my lips.

Then Sebastian shifts back and I slow down, still inside her. I feel him moving, wedging his knees between my legs, making me spread around him. His hand slides up my thigh, slow and deliberate, before trailing over to his girlfriend.

My cock twitches, and I nearly beg for his hand to come back.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs to her, voice low and thick with heat, as he bends to place a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

Ready for what? What’s he doing?

“Yes,” she breathes, a smile in her voice.

Then a jolt courses through me as I feel Sebastian slowly slide his cock against mine, coating it in her juices. My mind just tilts.

I barely have time to register the sensation of his piercings gliding against me before he grabs himself and pushes his cock into her pussy right alongside mine.

“Fuck, Sebastian!” I groan, startled by the sudden motion. I wrap my arms around his girl, pressing her tight against me as she whines into my neck, almost painfully.

Fuck, that noice…

I nearly thrust up just to hear it again, but I clench my jaw and force myself not to.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he soothes her, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “You can take it, baby. I’ll hold still, let you adjust.”

But his ragged breathing gives him away, I can hear how badly he wants to just slam into her. Instead, he slowly strokes his hand over her back as she whimpers and tries to adjust to taking us both. He’s only a few inches inside, but I can feel her struggling.

I’m panting, completely overcome by the feel of his cock against mine.

“You okay, Ominis?” he murmurs, his hand drifting back to stroke my thigh.

“Yes,” I breathe, my cock twitching at his touch, and I know he feels it. They both must.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Then her lips start trailing hot, sucking kisses along my neck and I moan at how good it feels. I tilt my head and slide my hand into her hair to gently press her closer.

Sebastian seems to take that as permission and starts to move.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, as he starts to make short, careful thrusts that slowly push him deeper inside.

The combined sensation of his girlfriend on my neck and his thick, hard cock sliding against mine inside her insanely tight pussy makes me almost forget how to breathe.

“You ok, love?” he whispers, voice hot and heavy, and she whimpers against my neck.

“Deeper, Sebastian…” she pleads, rocking her body back against him.

“You sure?”

“Yes..!” she whines, voice trembling with need.

I feel him guide my hands to her waist, and I grip her firmly. His hands close over mine, and together we hold her steady as he pushes all of himself inside.

I groan and drop my head back onto the mattress as his girlfriend whines and writhes on top of me.

“Sebastian…” I moan, unable to stop myself from bucking up into her, filling her so completely.

Fuck, this feels so good…

Sebastian groans and we both start moving together. When he slides out, I push in, over and over.

“Ominis…” she moans breathlessly against my chin.

She’s so soaking wet it’s practically streaming down my thighs.

“You’re doing so good, honey,” I whisper, missing her lips and instead kissing the corner of her mouth. “So fucking good.”

With every thrust, his balls rub against mine — slick from her — and it’s driving me out of my mind. I’ve never felt anything this fucking hot. For a moment, all I can hear are the obscene wet noises mingling with our grunts, moans, the ragged breaths.

My mind is overloaded, every nerve screaming — her writhing on top of me, breasts pressed into my chest, hot breath brushing my jaw — and Sebastian’s hands locked over mine as he slides his cock against me again and again.

“Your piercings, Sebastian— fuck!” I growl, thrusting harder into her to feel the ridges of his jewelry press into my cock.

Sebastian lets out a low, breathy chuckle. “You like them, huh? Yeah, I knew you would. Saw it in your face that day you touched me.”

“What..?” his girlfriends breathes, turning her face towards him.

“Nothing, baby,” Sebastian says, and I feel his hands leave mine to instead land on the bed as he bends over her.

“You’re so good for us, sweetheart, taking us both like this,” he purrs, kissing her shoulder and fucking into her fast and hard.

I match my pace, noticing how her breath is quickly becoming more shallow as her body begins to tense above me.

“Keep going. We’re gonna make her come,” I pant, gripping her hips as we both slam into her with force.

Her whole body seizes, one hand twisting the sheets beside my head, the other clutching hard at my shoulder — and we don’t stop.

We both keep fucking into her, deep and hard, as she falls apart between us, shaking violently and screaming out our names.

“Sebastian!! Ominiiiis!! Fuck! It doesn’t—it doesn’t stop—!” she sobs, hips jerking as the waves keep crashing over her relentlessly, pulling another cry from her throat every time we thrust.

If I thought she was wet before, it’s nothing compared to this — she’s soaking us both.

“You’re so good, baby—so—” Sebastian’s voice cracks. The last word falls apart in a groan, lost in the way her pussy keeps clenching around us, milking every inch.

A sharp jolt of heat rushes through me, tension winding tight like a coil.

“Fuck, Sebastian, I— I can’t—” I gasp, breathless.

His hand claws at my side like he can’t get enough of me.

“Then come with me,” he growls, low and desperate. “Come with me, Omi—fuck—ever since I felt your hand on my cock, I’ve wanted to feel you against me like this.”

His confession rips through me like lightning. My spine arches off the mattress as I come, hard and hot.

“Bastian…!!” I growl, pumping thick, pulsing streams of cum deep into his still-shaking girlfriend.

A split-second later, he slams deeper with a guttural roar, his body jolting as he spills his release all over my cock.

“Fuuuck! Fuck!” he growls, voice raw and thick with pleasure.

His fingers dig bruises into my skin as his orgasm crashes over him. We keep thrusting into her through the aftershocks, tangled and breathless, our cum mixing inside her until the waves finally begin to fade.

My heartbeat’s still pounding. I feel her breath against my neck and carefully curl my fingers into her hair to press a soft kiss to her temple.

“You were incredible, sweetheart,” I murmur, warmth spreading through my chest. “So good for us.”

And then, before I even know what I’m doing, my hand is reaching for Sebastian. My fingertips graze his jaw, tracing up to his cheekbone. His skin’s so warm, damp with sweat.

When my fingertips brush his cheek, he turns and presses a soft kiss to my palm. A moment later, his fingers wrap around mine, guiding my hand closer and pressing it more firmly against his lips — and my heart actually stutters.

Please tell me I’m not falling in love with this moron.

Then he licks a wet trail up my palm and my index finger, finishing by taking it into his mouth. I let out a shaky exhale, feeling the dazed smile spread across my face.

Fuck, I’m in love with this moron… Oh, this is going to be absolutely insufferable.

Just then, his girlfriend does a feeble wriggle and whimper, wanting us to move.

Sebastian shifts back, sliding out of her, and I feel our cum starting to seep out.

He groans and collapses onto the bed beside me, and I gently help his girl off me and roll her onto my other side.

I stay on my back and bend my arm at the elbow to lightly trace her face with my fingertips as she snuggles close.

“Did you like it?” she asks, voice low and carrying the warmth of a smile.

I smile softly, mind still hazy. “Yeah, I really did. You were so good.” I turn my head to kiss her nose, then ask, “Did you?”

She answers with a low “mmm” and presses her lips to mine for several slow, sweet kisses. When we break apart, she whispers against my lips, so low that Sebastian can’t hear.

“Are you in love with my boyfriend, Ominis?”

She doesn’t sound angry. Just warm, calm. Like she already knows the answer.

Either I’m too exhausted to be startled, or just too tired to deny it, but after a beat I whisper back.

“Yeah… I think I am.”

The moment I say it, I feel a sting in my chest.

He’s her boyfriend. My best friend. And I’ve gone and fallen in love with him.

“Please don’t steal him from me,” she whispers so softly.

The words hit harder than I want them to. Like something cold and heavy settles in my chest.

He was never mine to have.

I gently brush my fingertips over her cheek.

“I won’t.” I breathe, and I mean it. But the words silently break something in me.

It feels like letting go of something I never really had to begin with.

For a moment, there’s only silence between us, soft and still. And then she speaks again, her voice still quiet, but steadier now.

“You can borrow him… but please don’t steal him. I’d rather share,” she whispers.

Then she leans in and kisses me, soft and slow, and something flickers in my chest. I don’t mean to smile, but I do.

Maybe I like her more than I thought.

“What are you whispering about?” Sebastian asks, gently sliding his hand onto my chest as he turns to me.

She chuckles softly, her breath warming my collarbone as she playfully murmurs, “You’re both mine now.”

Sebastian lets out a quiet laugh, and I find myself smiling too. Not because it’s entirely true… but because maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it were.

His hand start drifting up, over my chest, my neck, then my jaw. Then his thumb drags slowly across my chin before brushing against my lip.

I press a featherlight kiss to his fingertip, suddenly unsure if what just happened between us was just a moment of heat and impulse… or if it meant something more.

For a long time, we lie there without speaking.

To my right, I hear her breathing deepen. She shifts, rolling onto her back beside me, her thigh still grazing mine. A moment later, she sighs, long and content, then goes still, slipping into sleep.

I stay awake, my pulse still too fast and my mind spinning. I don’t know what this night will mean for us — for me and Sebastian, or for the two of them. I don’t know if we crossed a line, if we stepped into something none of us can take back.

Sebastian’s still on his side, facing me. I feel the weight of his hand resting on my chest, his breath on my shoulder. Every so often, his fingers shift softly, stroking my skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

I lie there, my skin tingling under his touch. Part of me wants to turn toward him, to feel more of him. But then another thought surfaces…

My right hand twitches slightly where it rests against his girlfriend. Slowly, I let it trail down her side, over the curve of her hip, until I reach the mess between her legs.

She’s still slick. Soaked, even. And not just from me.

He and I, mixed inside her. Dripping.

The thought makes something twist low in my gut. I slide my fingers between her folds and gently press, slow and careful, pushing our cum back into her.

She doesn’t wake, only shifts with a soft sound. Sebastian’s hand stills against my chest. I know he’s watching now, his breathing shallower, more careful.

I draw my fingers out again, slick and warm, and smear the wetness between them, feeling how hot and thick it is from both of us.

Then his hand slides around my wrist, guiding my fingers to his lips. A second later, I feel the wet heat of his mouth closing around them.

One by one he sucks them clean, slow and deliberate, and I swear I feel it in every nerve of my body.

I turn my head toward him, breath caught in my throat, lips parted. I can feel him — the weight of his gaze, the shape of his mouth, the heat of his breath.

Then he slides his hand back onto my chest and kisses me. Slow this time. Like he means it. And I taste it on his tongue — me, him, her. But underneath that… something else.

I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

His hand then starts to move. Slowly he slides it down. Over my ribs. My stomach. Lower.

I shiver, already hard again. He gently wraps his fingers around me, and I twitch in his hand, breaking the kiss with a soft gasp slipping past my lips.

I can’t speak. My chest is too tight. My hips lift slightly, almost on their own, like my body can’t help reaching for more.

He strokes me once. Slow. Testing. Then again. And again.

Gods, I want this so bad… Want him.

My eyes fall shut, breath heavy and thick with need, and for a moment — just a trembling second — I let myself believe he wants me too.

A soft sound slips from me as I hold him close, fingers tangled in his hair, his mouth still brushing mine. Everything else falls away. It’s only this. Only him.

Please, let this be real…

“Sebastian…” I whisper, voice cracking as I slowly thrust into his hand, chasing more. Needing more.

He shifts closer, his other hand sliding beneath the back of my head. His chest presses into my side as he leans over me, warm and solid. I arch into him, pausing only for a second before I kiss him again, and his lips part like he’s been waiting.

He keeps going, a little faster now, like he knows exactly what I need. His palm slides down, then drags back up, thumb brushing over the head to gather slick. Each time he slides his hand higher, his fingers tighten just slightly around the sensitive ridge, making my whole body tremble.

I’ve never felt anything like it. His hand is bigger than mine. Rougher. I can feel his strength in every stroke.

A soft, shaky sound slips from him as he starts grinding against me, slow and rough, like he wants this just as bad, like he can’t stop himself. He’s hard again, cock thick and leaking against my thigh — and the thought alone almost send me over the edge.

The pleasure builds fast — too fast — heat coiling tight in my gut, burning through my chest as he moves with me.

“Bastian…!” I gasp, fingers curling in his hair, hips thrusting, desperate for him to keep going.

His grip tightens just slightly, his wrist twisting just right. I feel his stuttering breath against my lips, his voice low, barely more than air.

“Come for me, Ominis.”

And I do. I fall apart for him, completely. My hips jerk and I crash my mouth into his, hot and hungry, moaning against his lips as I spill across his hand, my whole body shaking under his touch.

He slowly strokes me through the aftershocks, his fingers slick with my release.

I lie there, chest heaving, head spinning with heat and everything I’ve been too afraid to feel. I swallow hard. Then the words slip out, before I can stop it, before I can even breathe.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence. His hand stills on my stomach, still holding me. A second passes. Then another. Panic washes over me.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have— I didn’t mean—” My heart pounds. “Shit, this is gonna ruin everything, isn’t it?” I whisper, trying not to wake his still-sleeping girlfriend.

He doesn’t answer at first, and I wish more than ever that I could see his face.

Then his hand moves. He slides it slowly up my chest, smearing my cum as he goes, until his palm comes to rest over my racing heart.

And his voice, low and rough, murmurs beside me.

“You think you’re the only one who’s been afraid of wanting this?”

Before I can reply, his lips press to mine, tongue slipping into my mouth, and my heart stumbles in my chest.

Fuck. This really is going to be insufferable, isn’t it?

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