𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐉. 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐳 & 𝐇. 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧
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content warning: 18+ MDNI. explicit sexual content. FOURSOME. m/ff/m dynamic kinda, just making out, illicit drug use, unprotected sex, dub con since they're under the influence. what you see in these warnings is EXACTLY what you get. if any of these warnings may trigger you, i am advising you not to proceed.
taglist: @96dys
happy lowman and juice ortiz who's gfs are best friends. connected at the hip, inseparable.
so inseparable that every single weekend the two of you drag your men with you to the club. always drinking in a vip section first. juice and hap on the ends of the two of you listening to the music which your giggles are currently drowning out. whispering in your best friend's ear, you each turn around peering up at the men through glassy eyes as big as saucers. they already know what you're asking for, too.
the pretty pink party pills that have smiley faces pressed into them.
happy fishes in his pocket, pulling two itty bitty ziploc bags out that each had one of the pills in them, he hands one bag to juice. as the men fish the drugs out of the bag, they reach their fingers into the back of the girls mouths, helping them swallow them down—giving them sips of their mixed drinks to help chase the bitterness.
a few more drinks and dancing together as the drugs began to flood their brains with serotonin, they find themselves pressed against one another, breath is hot, happy and juice standing behind them, holding onto them but letting them feel the music as deeply as they think they need to.
the men were practically nonexistent to the two of them at this point. the giggles continuing, senses heightened. before juice and happy can catch it, their lips are on one another, moving in sync—and somehow with the music, too.
juice's eyes go wide as he realizes whats happening. his gaze snapping up to happy—the older man shaking his head with a shit eating grin, rubbing his girl's back. "save some energy for the house, girl, damn."
the girls aren't listening. they're in their own world, tongues touching the backs of their teeth, lines of drool lingering between their bruised lips as they tilt their heads, continuing to move together feeling connected as one.
juice's ears are bright red, the heat starting to make its way to his neck, "alright, c'mon, c'mon, baby, these people here aren't gettin a free show." he chuckles and he and happy each grab both girls, tossing them over a shoulder.
passing their corner booth, happy fishes in his pocket and tosses a few hundred dollar bills down on the table as they weave through the sea of people to the exit, walking the girls to the car.
juice on the passenger side, buckling his pretty girl in, his hand coming up to rub her jaw, "goin' home baby."
happy on the driver's side doing the same, except his forehead is pressed to his pretty baby's forehead, "we'll get you girls all taken care of, huh? sit still back here."
the entire ride back to happy's house is spent with more music blaring, the girls continuing to giggle as they scream along to the lyrics.
"juicy, i need one kiss, please, just one." a girl whines—the other following, "wait hap, i need one too!"
once they're parked in the driveway the men are dragging them out of the cars, escorting them inside.
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the girls are sprawled out, their hands clasped together, fingers intertwined. juice on top of one, kissing down her neck. happy snaking his way up the other, licking a stripe up her abdomen & chest.
giggling & moaning, they wiggle under the men waiting for what they'd been craving. after all, they'd been waiting so patiently for the men to catch up with them, it was only fair that juice & happy gave them what they wanted.
from the time they were sweating, pressed up against their pretty babies at the club, to hearing the giggle in the backseat on the way home and the way the girls were behaving so well, happy and juice's cocks had both been pressed up against the back of their zippers for what seemed like an eternity.
juice eager to please his little lady begins snaking his way to her waist to pull her panties off with his teeth, sweet & slow.
happy on the other hand is tired of waiting and quickly drags the other's panties down her legs, his fingers sliding up her core, relishing in the slick that'd been pooling for him.
her eyes are heavy as they flutter closed with bliss. while her eyes are shut, happy quickly lines himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing his length into her weeping hole.
an immediate gasp and moan and the other girl is squeezing her hand, staring at juice with her big dumb doe eyes, whining, "juicy, not fair! need y'so bad!" she wiggling and reaching for him with her free hand.
juice grins softly, inching his way up her body, his chest sliding against heaving, perky tits as he does. his lips are pressed to the girl's so softly & sweet, the complete opposite of him shoving his cock inside of her, letting out a throaty groan.
the girls are far too worried about other things to even care if they finish, they already feel so good. their moans and wet plaps of skin filling the air.
the men are chasing their highs, the girls lay with their foreheads pressed together, choked whines being whispered to one another.
each of their holes squeezing the men's cocks beyond belief, happy and juice spilled themselves inside of the girls, leaking out as they dragged their half hard lengths out.
the girls are almost instantly asleep, curling themselves into one another. the guys are pulling their jeans back on as they turn and chuckle softly at the two spent women snuggled together. "smoke?" happy nudges juice with his elbow.
juice nods and the men head to the front porch to smoke before bed as their pretty babies lay sprawled out together resting.
