Warnings: SMUT, THREESOME, there is no twincest (thats gross)
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An: my first house of wax fic!
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I was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock. Time loses all meaning when there's nothing to do but wait for one of the Sinclair boys to come and untie me and today I was being treated to something special: a visit from both of the twins. A thrill ran through me. The door opened, and Bo walked in. "Baby doll, we have a surprise for you," he said. Vincent followed him in, closing and locking the door behind him. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed seeing them together until now. "Look at her, Vinny she already looks desperate and we just walked through the door." said Bo, and I could hear the amusement in his voice."Fuck you," I spat. My pussy was already so wet and I was so turned on. Bo raised an eyebrow. "You want to play?" he asked me. I looked up at the two of them.
Both of them came over to the bed, and Vincent untied my wrists from the bed while Bo untied my ankles. When I was free, they let me sit up and both of them sat down next to me.
Vincent and Bo looked at each other their eyes both sparkling with mischief. Bo leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Are you ready for us to use you together to have your pussy stuffed with two cocks?" he asked. I bit my lip, imagining them both sliding inside me.
"Will you both fuck me at the same time?" I asked. Vincent nodded, "But first we're going to play a little game with you." I was already soaked just from imagining what they were going to do to me. Both of them leaned in close and ran their hands over me, and I moaned softly at the feeling of their fingers gliding over my skin. "Look at you," Bo said, "I've never seen anyone this wet before," he added. He reached out and rubbed my pussy for a second, and then took his hand away. "You're so eager to be our little whore." "Fuck you," I said, arching my body up in an effort to try to find some relief. Vincent reached down and touched me, his fingers exploring the wetness between my legs. "Does that feel good, Y/N?" he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned as he slid in and out, then stopped again. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I said. I was desperate for more. I had never felt this way before with anyone but these two.
Bo leaned in and ran a finger along my lips. "Do you want to suck my cock while Vinny fucks your pussy?" he asked. I opened my mouth, letting him push his finger inside. He moved it in and out slowly, teasing me. "So you do want to suck my cock then? And you want Vinny to fuck your pussy?" I nodded. They both got up and stood on either side of the bed. Vincent undressed while Bo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Y/N," he said. I crawled over to him, and he pulled me into his lap, positioning me so that my back was against his chest and his cock was hard and pressed against my ass. I moved up onto my knees so that my ass was up in the air. Vincent got behind me on the bed and began rubbing his cock against me. I pressed back against him and he groaned as he sank into me."You're going to feel so fucking good," Bo told me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing the head of it against my lips, then letting it slide inside my mouth. He pushed my head down further, groaning. "That's right. Make sure you get me nice and wet for your tight little ass." He pushed deeper into my throat, making me gag. I could feel Vincent's fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me hard. He pulled out of me and pushed my ass up higher. "Vinny, look at her ass," he told his brother. "It's perfect for fucking." I couldn't help myself I moaned at his words. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you Y/N?" Bo asked. He traced his fingers around my asshole. "Yes," I said, the word coming out choked. I moaned as Bo slid out of my mouth and positioned his cock at my asshole.
"Relax," Bo said as Vincent moved, so that he was lying under me. I moved down onto him, taking his cock back inside me and moaning as Bo pressed inside my ass. It hurt a little but it also felt incredible, both of them fucking me at the same time. Vincent and Bo began to move together. I moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside me at once. "Fuck," Bo muttered. "She feels so good"
They both thrust into me harder, faster. I was overwhelmed by them but in a good way. My pussy and ass were both stretched tight around them as they fucked me hard. I couldn't last long. I let go of my control and came hard. Vincent groaned and his breathing become heavier. Both of them picked up their pace, fucking me harder. "You're going to make us come," Bo said. I squeezed around them both, desperate to feel them coming inside me. Their cocks felt so good inside me that I couldn't help but keep squeezing.
Groaning as their bodies tightened. They came inside me, filling my ass and pussy with their cum. They both collapsed against the bed, pulling me down with them. "Fuck Y/N," Bo said. "You really are something else." I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.
a/n: well well well here we are, christening this new writing blog with two of my favorite boys. no warnings, fluff!
Bo Sinclair’s main love language is physical touch, but it takes a bit of time for him to come to this realization. The only physical touch he’s received for the most of his life being the abuse at the hands of his parents, his perception of intimacy is incredibly skewed. The first few times you attempt to instigate touch by holding his hand or rubbing his arm, he’ll flinch back; pulling his hand away as if he touched a hot stove. But when Bo realizes your touches are not intended to be hurtful, but rather soothing, he leans more into it overtime. It’s a lot of trust and patience on both ends. But soon, Bo will constantly lay on your chest after he comes home, an unwritten invitation to either wrap your arms around him or run your fingers through his chestnut curls. He is the only person who will let you touch his scars, allowing you to run the pad of your thumbs gently against them back and forth. Bo can be rather handsy himself, his proof that you truly exist in his world, that you are his and his alone. But he still puts on his tough facade, never fully letting you know how much your touch comforts him. Not allowing his emotions show or to get the best of him is his way of protecting himself. You are his safety, his salvation. And for the love of God, don’t let Vincent or Lester know he’s soft for you, they’ll never let him live it down.
Vincent Sinclair’s main love language is gift giving. He oftentimes struggles with finding the right vocabulary to truly express himself in normal everyday situations, let alone in a romantic one. Showering you in words of adoration just do not seem as impactful as he wishes they would be. So he does what he does best; he turns to his more creative side and makes you beautiful, handmade pieces of art. It may be a tiny sketch on a torn piece of parchment paper, based on his favorite photo of you. It could be a tiny wax candle, carved carefully into your favorite animal. Maybe it’s a neat bead he found on the ground. Whatever it may be, his gifts shows how you are constantly on his mind, and how deeply he cares about you. Much like that of a crow giving gifts to their favorite human, Vincent will carefully select places throughout Ambrose to hide his gifts, with the utmost guarantee that you will be the only one able to find them. He’s rather shy about handing them to you in person, and even gets flustered when you come to him later to say thank you. While you cannot totally tell his exact facial expression underneath his wax mask, the crinkles that only appear around his baby-blue eyes when he smiles always arise when you praise his amazing work.
Ok but Vinny and Bo share you because plot. And while Bo is more brash and loud about possessing you and you being his, Vincent is also very possessive. And I was just thinking about a scene where it's just you and Vinny. And he's fucking you all nice and slow and then takes out one of his knives and carves his name on your belly or hell somewhere else but like permanently marking you like that and if Bo gets bent out of shape too fuckin bad because he's not allowed to mark you with his name otherwise. Though if he does maybe that could be fine cause Vincent did it first??
Anywho, anyone wanna write this spicy content and tag me?? 👀
