halloween special . day 31. schlatt and ted
double penetration / threesome / masks
word count ; 4.6k
includes; fem!reader, anal, spitroasting, cheating, lying, little ted x schlatt, degradation, creampie?, multiple orgasms, noncon-ish, hooking up with two best friends and dating said best friends, name calling (whore, slut, bitch (and a little self degradation,)) mentions of phone sex, manhandling, let me know if i missed anything.
it was a really stupid idea for you to do this.
you met both schlatt and ted at some influencer party. ted had said something about dragging the larger man along, and schlatt had grumbled something about hating la. they were nice guys, they treated you as any man should, and you were hoping to at least get in one of their beds later.
that never happened. but, you did get their numbers. did some talking late at night, figured out their hometowns were close up north, and you managed to see them both on your next trip up to the cool north-east.
schlatt had taken you on a few drives in his cars, showed you the scenery, and left enough sex stains in the seats. at least you got a nice view of his property. nothing like getting pounded under a starry night sky, surrounded by lush scenery of the new york mountains.
ted had showed you all the places he used to visit when he was a youngster. all the street corner pizza shops, the staples he got his first job at, the parks where he used to hang out with his friends, and the parking lot where he cried over an ex for the first time. he pulled some strings the night before you left and managed to fuck you in his childhood bed while his parents went out for a date night.
neither of them were aware you slept with the other. if you were gonna be a whore for two men you thought were cute at a party, you’d be a smart one at least.
when you had to go back to la and deal with the constant honking and the blinding city lights and the stench of smog, you decided you needed to make it fun. strike-up-a-relationship-with-two-best-friends kind of fun.
you began your awful plan a couple days after ted came back to la. you asked to catch up, maybe have dinner at your place, have some nice chicken carbonara. who was he to say no? he needed to tell you every last detail of his trip back to his hometown!
the night went well. you managed to not burn the pasta, you cleaned the apartment in time, and bagged a nice hookup at the end of it all.
your body felt tingly. your legs felt like jelly, your mind was fuzzy from the amount of champagne you drank and the sheer amount of cum that ted had pumped into you. the curtains weren’t closed, the light was hitting your face in all the wrong ways, and the beeping outside was only proving to bully you.
and your lack of clothing was even more obvious. the sheets were cold against your warm body. your bare, frigid hands pressed against your warm, half-bloated belly. the sheets themselves seemed exhausted, ruffled and twisted and cold.
but the only constant through the night was ted’s large, warm body. his arms wrapped around your waist kept you warm enough to combat the cold room. his breath fanned over the back of your neck, tickling the hairs there. his fingers had been kneading sleepily at your belly and hips, pressing in and rubbing over and over through the dark hours of the night.
eventually, after several more hookups and a few too many kisses where you swore it was the ‘heat of the moment,’ you had to talk about it with ted. you couldn’t keep going on just being fuckbuddies.
dinner was served up, and you could feel the tension between you and ted. maybe it was one-sided and maybe you were just overthinking. but even ted looked like he knew something was up. but you beat him to it with a rushed question.
“ted, we can’t stay fuckbuddies forever.” the fork met your lips soon after, an eyebrow raised, urging ted to say something. and he knew just as well as you that you can’t stay that way forever. it’s not healthy, and there’s never a justification for it. yet, he stayed silent. he didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t want to say anything that would upset you and drive you away.
you huff at his silence and your gaze drops. another few bites of food go by with no words spoken between you two. it was annoying, but what can you do when you’re equally as terrified of saying something wrong as the other. but you ended up caving. you’re not eating in silence.
“we both know this is bad, theo. i want to go further with this, since i like you a lot. but if you don’t want to, i’m fine with that as well. i just dont want to stay fuckbuddies, it’s not healthy.” and finally, you broke through him. he sighed and nodded, head dropping and fingers fiddling nimbly with the rings on his thick fingers.
“yeah, yeah, i get it. i want this to go further, too. wanna be your boyfriend.” his eyes looked sad, but his words lit a fire in your body that had been begging for fuel for weeks. you could finally sleep peacefully at night knowing that ted wanted this too. that he wanted to be able to spend time with you without having to feel obligated to take his clothes off.
once you were officially ted’s girlfriend, you took a chance with schlatt. you sent him a text, something about ‘i’m so drunk and i need you so bad but you’re so far away.’ you were with ted, but schlatt doesn’t know that, does he? he’ll never have to know, if you pull this off well enough. if you get with both the men of your dreams and keep it that way for as long as possible.
he had immediately called you, pants already pushed to his thighs and cock straining against his boxers. the ordeal with schlatt was a million times safer. whenever you weren’t at ted’s, or whenever ted wasn’t over at yours, you’d call schlatt at night and managed to get off with the distance between you both.
you’d never been a fan of phone sex, having alwas wanted to be in the moment with the person, but right now, you weren’t complaining. you had both men under your belt, completely unaware that they were both dating the same woman.
and it stayed that way for a little while.
you were smart about the whole thing. real smart. if ted invited you to a party, you’d only go if you were 100% sure that none of schlatt’s friends or potential connections were there. and you especially didn’t go to any parties that schlatt had been dragged to la for. you’d mutter something about a hard work day or being exhausted.
you may be a slut with two relationships with two bestfriends who were oblivious to the fact they were with the same woman, but at least you were a smart one. at least your brain wasn’t completely rotted by sex. at least not yet.
you were out clubbing with your friends for the night, oblivious to the fact that both your boyfriends were gaming together and happily chattering away about their girlfriends.
“nah, ted, you don’t understand. she’s fuckin’ gorgeous. th’ prettiest little dame ‘ve ever seen, ted.” the comment made ted roll his eyes. he understood that! schlatt had said it over and over tonight, and it was starting to annoy him.
“schlatt, i know that. you’ve been sayin’ it all night. ‘she’s so pretty, i’m so lucky, her tits are so nice.’”
“i get that, ted! but clearly your girl ain’t as pretty as mine ‘cause i don’t hear you braggin’ ‘bout her!”
“you asshole! what the fuck, man!?
“what?”
the tiny argument was quickly forgotten as they went straight back to gaming and beating the life out of each other with their weapons. men never do grow up, do they?
but it all came to a screaming halt when schlatt accidentally let your name slip when he was bragging about you again. ted’s eyes shot wide, his breath hitched, and he was awfully quiet when schlatt asked if he was alright.
“oi, ted. hello? earth to theodore nivison?” “schlatt, my girl’s name is y/n too.”
silence. pure quiet. jambo and redacted didn’t even have anything to say. the call went dead and every movement in the game froze. holy fuck, they were dating the same fucking person. the same, sweet, tipsy girl they met at the party months ago.
“what.” schlatt was the first to speak. no one had reached for their phones yet. didn’t attempt to call you and start berating you with questions. “she’s out clubbing tonight, schlatt.” “yeah, she told me too.”
silence again. shock coursing through both men’s bodies.
“we’re with the same little liar.” “ted, jus’ call her a lyin’ bitch.” “schlatt, that’s rude.” “yeah, sorry man. i take it back.”
schlatt never messaged you about it later that night, and ted never mentioned it when you came home and collapsed on top of him, mouthing drunkenly at his flushed, freshly shaven neck.
a week later, a knock at your door sounded through the apartment. it’s 9pm, why is anyone knocking at your door? maybe it’s just ted coming over to stay the night because his neighbours are rowdy.
but as soon as you swung the door open, it became very apparent that it wasn’t ted. it wasn’t anyone you knew even a little bit. it was two cloaked individuals, hoods up, and ghostface masks hiding their faces. but before you could scream, grab a knife, slam the door shut, anything, they were grabbing you by both your arms and dragging you up to your bedroom.
why did they know your apartment so well? were they stalkers? were they someone you know? it’d have to be… but who!?
as soon as the bedroom door was pushed open, you were shoved down onto the bed, face held against the sheets, and panties yanked down your legs, tossed across the room. you’re quickly manhandled around, lifted and flipped and forced into positions you weren’t even aware your body could pull off.
you ended up sandwiched between the two mysterious, large individuals. one underneath you, mouthing and sucking and squeezing at your tits, while the other was pressed into your tight, warm pussy. your legs were spread wide, feet kicked up and squirming about. you felt so awfully full, you couldn’t help but keen into the pillows and push your pretty little ass back against the person’s rough thrusts.
they were silent. not a word. even the sounds that you expected to tumble out of them were either muffled or completely swallowed down. clearly they didn’t want you knowing who they are. not yet. or ever.
the only sound that you could hear was your own moans and squeals. it was dizzying, being only surrounded by your noises. you needed something else, but clearly they weren’t willing to give it to you yet.
the person’s cock drilled into you, filling you up so deliciously and hitting all the precious spots inside you that left stars lingering in the corners of your vision. the person under you was even more relentless. they never let up. their lips and hands never left your tits. they kneaded and squeezed and sucked and licked over and over again, trying to drive you crazy.
it was only a matter of time sandwiched between the two individuals for your orgasm to take over your body. it wracked through you, limbs tingling, mind fuzzy, and vision blurring as the pleasure floods every single one of your nerves.
the suckles and touches on your chest slowed to a stop as the person slipped out from under you, and the unwelcome emptiness made itself known as the other individual pulled out of you.
one of them finally found the courage to speak up, voice low and gruff in the silent bedroom, “you wanna see how it feels to take two dicks, sweet thing? or are ya too scared? too much of a pussy?” you’d never taken two dicks before. but with two masked, cloaked—presumably men now that you’d figured out they both had cocks—individuals proposing the idea? who wouldn’t say yes?
large, strong hands grabbed your waist and manhandled you once more, flipping you onto your back. you were now met with the sight of both men, towering over you, unknowingly pressuring you into wanting to take more than you ever have. despite yourself, you nodded, a shy “o- okay” reaching their ears.
in an instant, both cloaks were pulled up to reveal two awfully large, veiny, glorious looking members. you were too scared to reach out, but you wouldn’t have had time anyways with the quick fashion with which they positioned themselves.
you were once again flipped onto your stomach, dropped down onto the man underneath you. the man above pushed your lower back into an arch, waiting impatiently for the man beneath to get his fat dick inside you.
he rubbed against and teased your folds, the warm length dragging through your slick, the slight squelching noise adding to the eroticism. he pushed in without a word, silencing your gasps with two fingers pressed onto your tongue.
now look, you weren’t quite sure what this would entail. how were you going to fit two incredibly large dicks inside you? you knew very well that they wouldn’t both fit in your pussy. and your ass was a grey area, you having never even played around with ass or anal before.
but all fears and thouhts were out the window as the large head of the other man’s cock pressed against your tight, puckered asshole. you sucked in a breath, lips sealed around the fingers as he started to push in. his fingers massaged the skin around, slowly easing himself past the tight barrier.
did he know you’ve never done anal before? that’s the only reason why he’d be so gentle right now. if it were anyone else, they’d be rushing and hurting you. you tried to connect the dots, to piece the hints together into a cohesive thought. but as the man managed to bottom out inside your ass, all thoughts flew from your brain.
oh shit.
both hips rocked into you, fucked up into you, hammered into you. too many places were being tortured all at once. tongue, ass, pussy, hell, your clit. god knows when that hand had drifted down there. it was such an embarrassing thought to have to admit you were somehow enjoying this.
schlatt and ted could feel themselves rubbing together through the thin wall separating them. they’d never considered the possibility of ever doing this with each other. let alone with the woman they believed was only dating them, not both of them.
they sped up, much to your delight. the finger on your clit circled faster and faster, the hips under you fucked up faster and faster, hitting deeper and deeper, and the hips behind you were somehow doing far more than you thought by dragging against the tight, tense, untouched walls.
it was all so euphoric. you’d never experienced this before. squished between two large men with two fat lengths fucking in and out of you. you scrambled to grip at anything as your climax flooded your senses so, so suddenly. your body and limbs shook, debauched, whorish noises filling the room as both men finish inside you almost simultaneously.
their cum fills both holes, slowly leaking out and mixing on the bedsheets. without even having a few minutes to catch your breath, both men switch spots, moving you around aimlessly in the process. now you’re met with a solid pair of hips right under your face, and a clothed dick rubbing at your used pussy.
one of them finally speaks up, but you really can’t tell who with the mask covering their faces, “look at you, taking our dicks so well. didn’t know you’d be such a slut for two random men’s cocks. for all you know, we could be people you know. or we could be stalkers. ever noticed the pantry light flickers sometimes?”
you hadn’t noticed that, actually… how the fuck did they know? you always lock your doors and windows at night. it’d have to be someone you know, surely. or you might know both of them? but the fucking ghostface masks hide them so well.
you groan in frustration and bury your head into the man’s thigh. why couldn’t you just figure this out! it feels like they know it’s so obvious, but you feel stupid not knowing who these two men are! not even their distinctive voices could spark something in your dazed mind.
the two men took advantage of your distracted state and got to work. the man behind you pressed into you with ease, the cum and your arousal lubing your hole. the man under you, however, grabbed you by the hair and tugged your head up.
you stared up at him with thick tears in your eyes, lips stuck in a pout. was it pain or frustration at this point? you didn’t really know. “come on, whore. gonna suck this dick on your own or am i gonna have to do all the work again?”
his low, smooth tone sparked something within you. he sounded almost dangerous. you scrambled for the cloak, struggling to lift it and grab his length with the man behind you pounding your much smaller body.
you jerked back and forth, whimpers falling out of you as you try your absolute hardest to satisfy the man under you. you managed to grab his cock and give the red tip a few kitten licks. but of course it wasn’t enough.
he wrapped his hand tighter around your hair and guided your face to his dick, forcing your wet mouth down onto it. you gagged and sputtered, hands digging and squeezing into his thighs as you struggled to take the length.
ted wasn’t too phased with your choking, though. he’d done this with you plenty of times before. shoved you down on his cock. he knew you could take it, that you’d get used to it soon. and that you did.
you relaxed and started bobbing your head, proving his hand in your hair useless. aside from when you’d pause for breath and he’d push you back down. “uht, none of that. breathe through your nose.”
you did your best, but your orgasm was inevitable. it burned bright and hot in your stomach, and schlatt knew it as you started squeezing frantically around his ready dick. he grunted and his thrusts became harder, more purposeful. he pushed as deep as he could, his pace faltering, before flooding your well-used cunt with his seed.
ted came down your throat as you finished, silencing you with his cum that you had yet to swallow down. he let you pull off, watching the tiniest bit of cum drool down your chin. your eyes locked with his through the mesh of the mask. damn your awful mask obsession. your eyebrows furrowed and you sat up as soon as schlatt pulled out of you.
schlatt’s spent dripped down to the sheets as you sat back on your heels, but neither of them cared as you looked at them with your adorable flushed face. cheeks rosy, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen and puffy.
“look at you, sweet girl. no one would ever look at you like this and think you’re a filthy little bitch for two masked men, huh? they’d all think you’re some adorable, innocent doll, yeah?” you nod dumbly, hands reaching up to their masks, fingers caressing the white plastic.
“take ‘em off…?” your hands come back to wipe any lingering spend from your lips as you look up at them, wanting and sweet. they both shake their head, and you can just imagine the stupid smirk on their lips.
“no, honey. part of the surprise.”
next thing you know, you’re being bounced on one of the men’s dicks, the other one sat next to you, making out with you sloppily as your moans fill the space between the two of you. you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure every time you pulled away, those same cries reduced to whines the second your lips meet again.
ted’s lips were soft and hot against yours, moving in perfect tandem with your own. your tongues danced together as you were forced up and down on schlatt’s thick length, basically being used as a fleshlight for the large man.
you lost control of your body a long time ago. as soon as ted and schlatt started using you, you let yourself go for them. your body became their toy, and you were quite happy to take that role for them. anything for them, you’d say, if you knew it was them under the masks and dark cloaks.
your orgasm comes and goes unnoticed by you, too wrapped up in kissing the man to be too concerned about the fourth load being pumped and pushed into your inviting heat. the man in front of you pulls his mask back down and turns you, helping the man under you to move so they can change positions once again.
the rest of the night was a flurry of hands and manhandling and pounding and kissing. everything blended into each other in your head. you were so fucked out from both of the men’s touches, and the anonymity of everything didn’t help either. you couldn’t believe that you were getting off on not knowing who was fucking into your sweet, inviting cunt.
you were able to vaguely make sense of one of them going down on you, sucking another dick, and fingers buried in both your pussy and mouth, through the rest of the ordeal.
you fell limp as you finished for the last time tonight. you lay limp and spent and sore on the ruffled sheets, body growing cold as the two men slipped away to the bathroom. god knows what they were doing, but in all honesty, you couldn’t really care too much.
by the time ted and schlatt returned to the bathroom, you were passed out asleep, the six orgasms you’d endured having exhausted you greatly. both men laid down—clad only in their boxers—on both sides of you.
it was mostly silent. just the breaths combining in the tense bedroom air, and the quiet sounds you let out while sleeping. it’s quickly interrupted by schlatt’s rushed question, like he’s ashamed.
“ted, y’ever kissed a man-?” schlatt looked up, catching ted’s wide-eyed gaze for only a moment before looking down to you. anything to avoid the embarrassment of the question. clearly ted hadn’t, what was he thinking?
“uh, no? why? you wanna?” ted raised a curious eyebrow, watching schlatt’s gaze snap right back up to his. god, he looked so pathetic but so gorgeous. brown, damp curls falling over his forehead, deep chocolate eyes wide and ashamed, lips puffy from the ordeal.
“u-uh, n- no, ‘course not… ‘m not gay, no… stupid question… no, don’ wanna try-” before he could protest or backtrack any further, ted leaned over your sleeping form and connected his lips to schlatt’s, tasting his early release on ted’s tongue, ted tasting his own in schlatt’s mouth.
they stayed that way for only a minute. only until the masculine shame filled their bodies. they pulled away and avoided looking at or speaking to each other for the rest of the time they were awake. schlatt’s face buried into the pillow and ted rolled over to face the wall.
you trudged down the stairs of your apartment, some random shirt of yours pulled over your otherwise naked form. you stood at the doorway to the kitchen, pleasantly surprised at the sight of both men existing in the domestic space.
for all you knew, with your very limited memory of last night, you thought that both your boyfriends were visiting. maybe ted had invited him over. you knew ted mentioned something about schlatt coming to visit soon… but still, you couldn’t help but be worried that they were here to argue with you about sleeping with both of them and dating both of them.
you watched ted cook bacon and eggs, sprinkling far too much salt into the eggs, but whatever. schlatt sat at the kitchen bench, phone in hand, coffee in his other hand, occasionally being lifted to his lips.
ted noticed you first, gaze relaxing at the familiar sight of you dressed in the last minute ‘outfit.’ “hey, sweetheart! how’d you sleep? good, i hope.” he spoke with a wide smile, flipping the bacon and managing to talk at the same time.
but why was he calling you sweetheart infront of your other boyfriend? schlatt couldn’t know you were dating him and his bestfriend! your eyes widened slightly as you replied, an uncomfortable smile adorning your lips, “uh, yeah, good… still tired…”
schlatt had turned around midway through the short conversation, eyebrows relaxing from the harsh scowl. it was far too early for such a mean gaze. he stood, leaving his phone and coffee behind, and hugged you, patting far too low on your back. borderline touching your ass.
what was up with them!? why were they acting like this!? do they know something you don’t? you stay still, eyes flickering between both large men. the question was silent in your eyes, but they both immediately picked up on it.
they looked between the two of them, eyebrows raising in recognition. you didn’t remember. god, they must’ve fucked you good for you not to remember the entirety of last night. but they didn’t mention it. they let the morning flow, letting you exist somewhat normally in your apartment.
“last night was really weird.” you spoke up, mouth full of bacon and eggs. the statement was muffled, but both men heard you loud and clear. schlatt raised an eyebrow, prompting you to continue, while ted spoke as well, “yeah?”
“yeah… there were two people dressed as ghostface last night… and they came in and fucked me… for a long time… i don’t remember heaps… but it was, uh… a lot. legs are all sore.”
their snorts and suppressed laughs didn’t go unnoticed. you looked between both of them, exasperated, clearly wondering what was so funny about being fucked by two mysterious men who you didn’t know.
“what-” “honey, that was us- you- you don’t remember-? didn’t even click in your head?”
schlatt laughed through his words, coughing to try and keep it down, but failing each time.
you were mortified. eyes wide, face pale, hands jittery. you looked to ted, then to schlatt, then down to your plate. holy fuck, both your boyfriends fucked you, hidden behind cloaks and masks, and made you feel like heaven on earth, “wha- what-?”
“darlin’, we figured out you’re dating both of us. you did well hiding it, though.” ted was smooth, like this was any other situation that everyone goes through. your hands turned palms up, disbelief in your expression. it quickly fades to laughter as the tension settles, and you go about your breakfast, a major weight pulled off your chest.
despite the fact that you were over it, you were still relatively quiet for the rest of breakfast. schlatt and ted had noticed, but they gave you space and conversed between themselves. you piped up once your plate was empty, interrupting their conversation.
“can we do it again one day? if… if that’s something you wanna do…” immediately they nodded, smirks on both their faces as they relish in the moment. they were gonna fuck their pretty girl again.
author's note; you guys do not understand how proud i am of myself and how grateful i am for all of you. i can’t believe i managed to do all of kinktober on time, and im so proud of this fic because i wrote the longest fic i ever have. thank you so much for putting up with this, since i look back at these and think “oh my god that was shit.” thank you so much. i promise i have shit tons more to post!! and now i’m gonna work on this 300 follower event… 🤫🤫
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