hi it’s the anon who loves ur mind & hopes u never change have u thought abt having explosive diarrhea while the lads guys r in the next room. would sylus shit louder the next time he has to go. is this anything
hi um omg well thank you uh i can't honestly say that this has crossed my mind but...
xavier would keep checking in but would record the sounds you're making and upload it to a medical advice subreddit going "guys does this sound normal, should we go to the hospital"
zayne would be holding back from knocking the door down to make sure you're okay but would immediately hand you electrolytes and spraying the bathroom as soon as you come out... he sprays every surface down until it smells like a hospital.
rafayel would be wailing at you to let him in saying "please let me hold your hair for you" and you have to go "rafayel i'm not throwing up, i have what feels like lava coming out of my asshole and it smells like a sewer in here so please leave me alone."
sylus would pretend like he doesn't hear anything but would just knock and ask if you're okay.... next time you come over he has a smart toilet installed that washes down there for you plus a speaker that drowns out all the sounds so that both you and him can shit as loud as you want without being embarrassed. (he ends up taking forever in there because he's actually singing)
caleb DOES manage to knock the door down and you have to use all your strength to kick him back out while keeping your ass on the toilet. you throw rolls of toilet paper and then shampoo bottles at him until he finally leaves you alone.
thinks ab love as strength thinks about love as strength and how roger loves Life and his friends So so much and how it drives him and how he truly believes in love without question and how that in turn inspires the same kind of devotion and---
I was having the craziest dream last night, about so many different fandoms coming together and things in my real life. It was crazy, and now I remember none of it... even though I wanted to write one part of it down (a vampire part? Vampires are on my mind lately, because of Buffy and for Midnight Sun coming out soon), because apparently I woke up at one point and thought it was a good story idea. Oh well.
Also... I’m so tired, guys. Since I actually have two days off this weekend, for the first time in forever (and I don’t next weekend), I might just sleep this entire weekend and not even care.
Doing reading for my osteoarchaeology essay (a report on the distribution of faunal remains in a site in Sussex... I know, fascinating.) and just came accross the phrase “IT’S NOT JUST PORK. IT’S POWER.” lmao
content: filth (and some plot, as a treat)!! language, light alcohol/body shots, oral, fingering, strap, fuck ass cowboy hats, freak shit im talm bout inittttt, slight overstim, mirror, light choking (author is unoriginal we know this), reader is honestly thirsty as hell but so is paige, idk how to tag smut properly just know im losing my spot in heaven for this fic
wc: 10.5k
synopsis: A Dallas Wings rookie and a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader walk into a club together. What could possibly go wrong?
notes: i wasn't ovulating when i drafted this but i am now! maybe tmi. sinners changed my life and my main takeaway from that movie is everyone is a munch and thats a life philosophy i think everyone should have. make sure you all say "thank you kali uchis" because i actually got insane writers block after waking up this morning but her album saved me. not much to say but im actually going to hell for this so please make it worth it and hit up my inbox pls and ty 🫶 as always i hope yall enjoy!
Let the record show that you weren’t serious.
Okay. You were like, 50% serious. As in if you were presented with the opportunity, you would take it, but if any of your friends were to ask about it, you would probably deflect.
You realize now that you tend to get a little overzealous on Twitter – it’s far more unhinged than your Instagram is, where you share pictures of your everyday life and action shots as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. You have less followers on the bird app (it is not X), you’re a little more…real, and as a bonus, your mom doesn’t follow you, so you feel like you can be a little more insane on there.
Although you’d probably apologize to her later – because one of your recent tweets is going a little crazy.
It didn’t start as anything crazy. Being a Dallas athlete, you kept up with nearly every sports team – the Mavericks, the Stars, the Cowboys, obviously, but you loved the Wings, too. You watched the WNBA draft as did countless others in the country.
When the Wings admin posted the Welcome to Dallas, Paige Bueckers! tweet, you’d giggled to yourself, mostly because you were nursing a Chili’s margarita and because she looked insanely good in the graphic.
You retweeted it, typing, welcoming you into dallas w open arms @.paigebueckers1 🤠
Then, almost like an afterthought, you commented on your own retweet, typing, and with open legs 🙏
You didn’t think much of it. Obviously. You didn’t have a huge following and if anyone asked, you’d just be kidding. The next ten minutes are peaceful as you finish off your margarita and scroll aimlessly through TikTok, keeping one ear out for the next draft pick. And then your phone starts blowing up.
A bunch of likes. A few people retweeting your second comment with various laughing or crying emojis. But what makes you pause is the notification reading Paige Bueckers has liked your tweet!
Oh. You click just to make sure, and – yeah. Definitely the one about having open legs.
Any other day, this would probably be mortifying, but today you’re a little emboldened by the margarita in your veins and you can’t help but think this is a little funny. You’ll probably regret it later when everyone remembers that you’re kind of a public figure and decides to flame you for being a little unhinged on main. For now, though, it’s not that big of a deal.
When you wake up in the morning to an unread DM from Paige – who’d followed you back, mind you – on your Instagram, you suddenly realize that it actually is a big deal.
Paige 💕: I’m flying into Dallas on the 23rd for media
Paige 💕: If the offer still stands maybe you could show me around the city?
You stare blankly at your phone. Then you blink once. Twice. You power off your phone, press your pillow to your face, and you scream.
You weren’t serious, but you think you’re being presented with the opportunity – and, well, who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth?
After you finally come back to your senses, you reach for your phone again, navigating back to your DMs with Paige. You only have to contemplate for a few seconds before your fingers are flying across the keyboard.
You: i’ve been known to be a thorough tour guide
You: let me know what your schedule looks like and i’ll show you the pretty parts of dallas
Her response comes quicker than you were expecting.
Paige 💕: Looking forward to it 🫶
Paige 💕: Not sure how Dallas compares to you but I can be open minded
Admittedly, you have to reread her message twice to fully grasp the cheesy pick-up line, but you hate the way it makes your cheeks flush. You’re not sure how to respond to that.
You settle for screaming into your pillow again.
The week passes by quickly. You and Paige talk — a lot — truly enjoying getting to know each other during your rare moments of free time. Paige is busy with flights and appearances while your schedule is packed with practice and learning the audition choreography for the next season of DCC.
Despite yourself, you can’t help but think how nice it is. There’s no expectations. You’re both athletes with a combined two hours of free time. For now, you’re just content to see where this goes. You enjoy her company, and honestly, you’re really into her. Paige flirts relentlessly, but you can tell there’s an undercurrent of respect and admiration that makes you feel like that feeling is mutual, too.
She texts you a picture of the Dallas tarmac when she lands on the 23rd, a coy reminder that you did promise to show her around. Paige has media for a good portion of the day, though, so you know you won’t be seeing her for a while. You tune in for a little bit of her rookie press conference, and no, you weren’t cheesing while listening to her speak. But if you were, that wouldn’t be anyone’s business but your own.
You don’t hear from her for the next few hours, which doesn’t bother you. You do get a call from one of your squadmates, Lielle, asking if you’d be down to hit the club before the DCC season starts – and who were you to say no to that?
You settle for a light, natural makeup look, throwing on a blue, mesh, halter corset top that sparkles in the light and a pair of cropped, white denim shorts. They’re long enough to cover what they need to, but it’s the perfect club outfit – something with the right amount of tease and will make you feel confident enough to truly let loose.
Lielle picks you up along with a few other of your friends who tease you relentlessly for your actions on Twitters – it’s no use defending yourself, although they’re nearly howling in excitement when you point out that Paige is in your DMs, so you’re probably doing something right.
You and your girls enter the club with high spirits, the atmosphere already electric, and two of your squadmates break away to find a table while you and Lielle make your way to the bar to order shots and drinks for everyone. Lielle leans over the bar, already laying it on thick for the bartender, who grins politely like he’s seen just about every variation of whatever game Lielle is playing.
On the bright side, he does end up discounting your drinks on account of being a DCC fan, which makes you think Lielle never truly had a chance, anyways – but a cheaper drink is a cheaper drink, especially in Dallas. Lielle walks away with a wink and the drinks in her hands as you remain to order something for yourself. The bartender has just slid the drink your way when you feel the heat of someone’s body next to yours. At first, you’re alarmed, but you soften when you hear their voice, followed by finally looking at their face.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.” In person, Paige Bueckers is so much taller than you’d anticipated, which is probably a really stupid thing to say for a professional basketball player. She’s tall, her cologne a heady scent of warm vanilla and something distinctly floral, and she rests her arm against the bar in a way that’s devastatingly casual and dangerously alluring. Paige is wearing a black and white striped Nike sweater, the very same she’d done media in, a look not befitting of the club but you can’t help but think about how perfectly her it is.
You crack a coy smile, taking a quick sip of your drink for some liquid courage, because Paige is staring at you like she knows exactly what she wants from you and your heart thrums because if she said the word, you’d be willing to give it to her. “What, is this place too scandalous for a cheerleader like me?” you joke, and the heat of her gaze travels down your body in one quick motion.
“Nah, nothing like that,” she assures you. “Just didn’t think that out of every club in this city, I’d be lucky enough to run into you my first night out.”
“Seems we’re both feeling a little lucky tonight, huh?” you say, and she laughs gently under her breath. Paige holds out a hand to you. In lieu of a shake, you settle for hugging her instead, which she relaxes into immediately, her hands resting respectfully at the small of your back. “It’s great to finally meet you in person,” you say genuinely, pulling away at the right moment. “You enjoying Dallas so far?”
Paige shrugs a little, a smile on her face and gratitude on her tongue when the bartender slides a drink her way, too. “Haven’t got the chance to see much,” she says honestly. “Was in media all day, then I stopped by Costco so my apartment looked a little less pathetic. Now I’m here. Something about rookie initiation, according to Rike, but I think she just wanted someone to buy her drinks.”
You laugh. “Look at you already taking care of people,” you comment, your grin widening at her playful expression. “You’re here with your team, then? Where are y’all sitting?”
Paige purses her lips, her eyes squinting as she peers through the dim lighting of the club. “I think over there?” she says, pointing at the VIP section towards the back. She’s closer to you now, her chin resting just above your head, and you follow her gaze. You can’t help your smile, something she picks up on immediately. “What’s funny?”
“I think your team’s already hitting it off with mine,” you say, easily spotting Lielle handing a shot to Arike and clapping when she downs it in one go. You don’t think Lielle is drunk yet, but she has a natural excitement and zest for life that makes her the easiest person in the world to befriend.
Paige huffs a little under her breath, amusement lacing the sound, and her hand finds your waist. “Must be meant to be,” she says to you. Despite yourself, you preen, your smile widening when her hand finds your skin. “After you.”
Paige walks almost protectively behind you, the crowd of club-goers parting instinctively for the both of you. When you make it back to the VIP section, both of your teams cheer – like they know something you don’t – which causes a blush to rise on your cheeks and a nearly smug expression to take over Paige’s.
Introductions are swift, if a little unnecessary. You’d run into many of the Wings players before, having made a genuine effort your first year as a professional cheerleader to show up to many of the Dallas sports games.
Before you know it, Arike has ordered more shots for the table, and Paige slides into the booth next to you with a dangerous glint in her eye and two shots of tequila in her hands. The table is lively, raucous, with Kelsey – one of your squadmates – going shot for shot with Aziaha James and Lielle and Arike instigating.
But here, now, in this little corner you and Paige have tucked yourselves into, you’re enjoying the intimacy of the moment far too much, feeling as though you’ve been afforded far more privacy than you actually have.
Paige presses one of the shots into your hands, a loose smile on her face. “To Dallas?” she asks you, raising her glass.
You tap yours against hers, a matching smile of your own as you agree, “To Dallas.” You down your shots in one go, the liquid warming your belly pleasantly. “And to Twitter,” you add a little jokingly, but your blush deepens when Paige smirks, raising a thumb to your lip to wipe away the excess tequila beading on your mouth.
She sucks her finger into her mouth, humming a little insufferably, and you’re burning for an entirely different reason now. Your gaze hones in on her hand, flicking between her lips and her eyes. And, sure, she was constantly flirting with you over text. You knew she was feeling you as much as you were feeling her – but to watch her behave so confidently in front of you, to unravel you like it was nothing… The confirmation makes you ache. It reminds you that you’re not the only one feeling the warm buzz between the two of you.
“You always that forward?” Paige asks you, referring to your tweet. “Or am I just lucky?” Her words are punctuated with a heated grin, one that makes you shift in your seat. You hope that she didn’t notice, but you see the way her eyes darken and how she leans in a little closer to you.
“Only when I’m tipsy, apparently,” you mutter. You glance up, taking in her expression, the curiosity and desire in her eyes. Your lips quirk into an amused smile. “But I don’t think I have to tell you about the effect you have on people.”
“Good thing I don’t really care about other people,” she says, her gaze dropping down again. You can’t tell if she’s looking at your lips or your chest, but it makes warmth bloom under your skin, anyways. Paige makes eye contact as easily as she drinks you in. It’s disorienting, unwavering. It’s almost like you can see exactly what she’s thinking by the way her pupils dilate. Her fingers brush against the inside of your wrist, setting each and every one of your nerve endings on fire. “But you? Didn’t know I was affecting you like that.”
“Oh, you’re not,” you laugh, which just makes her laugh, too, something dangerous flashing in her eyes. Dangerous because you know you’ve already given in. Any other attempt at saving face or trying to look a little less down bad is just meant to make you feel a little bit better – like she hadn’t already won you hook, line, and sinker the moment you promised to show her around Dallas.
“Lying is a sin,” Paige murmurs.
“Lust, too,” you retort.
Paige’s subsequent grin is a little too wicked. “Touche,” she agrees, and you can’t help but lean into her touch when her hand splays over the expanse of your toned waist, her thumb brushing your skin like she’s trying to memorize every shift in your muscles. Her voice drops a few decibels, only loud enough for you to hear as she presses in closer to you. Your hair raises when her lips ghost across your temple, the shell of your ear. “You’re already burning for me, though. Probably soaked through these fucking shorts, aren’t you? So why pretend you ain’t?”
“Paige,” you whisper, your heart beating a little faster, pounding against your ribcage. Your hand finds hers, linking your fingers together, and you don’t stop her when she maps out every inch of skin not hidden by your top. If anything, you arch into it slightly, enjoying the heat of her palm against your belly. She grins like she knows, like she’s already called the Uber and is thinking about how she can ruin you in the car without alerting the driver.
“Jus’ say it, mama,” she murmurs, her breath hitting your ear. You should feel some type of way for how easily your body betrays your brain, pressing further into her without your permission. “Tell me what you want and we don’t gotta play these games in front of your girls.”
Your mouth opens, the words getting caught in your throat when Paige finally grips the meat of your thigh with her hand, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to claim.
But before you can give into the feeling of it all, the bubble of peace between the two of you is broken by Lielle exclaiming, “Who wants to do body shots?!”
Breathless, you glance up at Paige, who stares back at you with mischief. She squeezes your thigh gently, whispering, “Be good,” before tugging you to your feet and towards Lielle, who holds the salt, lime, and the bottle of tequila. You sigh a little, already feeling like you could combust.
Your combined teams cheer when Paige volunteers you. Her smile, which is borderline smug and nearly possessive, makes your skin burn, but her eyes betray the ease in her features. She scans her teammates like she’s waiting for one of them to think that they could take her place.
Kelsey clears space on the table while Lielle uncaps the bottle of alcohol. One of the other Dallas rookies – JJ, you think her name is, extends a hand to help you onto the table, but all it takes is one glaring look from Paige to make her raise her hands in surrender. Paige steps up, her gaze dark, and she grips your hips, raising you onto the table with a weightless ease. Her eyes never leave yours, watching you with rapt attention as you lean back, getting comfortable.
“You good?” she asks, her hand resting over your stomach, which rises and falls steadily under the heat of the moment. You nod quickly, needing her hands on her body more than you think you need air, and she allows herself a quiet smile as she reaches for a lime wedge. Gingerly, she holds it out to you. Your teeth part at her wordless command, clamping down on the lime, trying not to wince at the taste. Her fingers linger on your lips, pupils blown wide, and it makes warmth coil low in your belly when you realize just how reciprocated this feeling is.
She reaches for the salt next, uncapping it, too, and meets your eyes with one last unspoken question. You don’t hesitate before you nod, uncaring of where she lines up the salt. You are surprised when she leans down, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, wetting the skin there so the salt can stick. You hardly register the wolf whistles around you, far too focused on the satisfied, focused grin on Paige’s face as she sprinkles the salt on your skin.
Finally, Lielle hands over the bottle of tequila, and you try to steady your breathing as Paige pours a generous amount in your navel. A drop slips, trailing down and soaking into the fabric of your shorts. You swear you can hear Paige’s breath hitch, but the club is too loud for you to be certain.
Lielle is probably recording. There’s no way she isn’t – she’s the life of the party, and whenever you wake up tomorrow, you’re sure you’ll find the video of Paige doing a body shot off of you on her close friends. But right now, when Paige is staring at you like you’re the only person in the room, like she can’t wait to get you alone and ruin you? You can’t think about anything but the blonde athlete and how willing you are to let her unravel you.
With one last glance to check in on you, Paige leans over you, caging you in with her arms. Her head dips down, licking the salt off of your chest with a devastating slowness. You catch the edge of her grin as she trails her lips down your torso, settling at your belly and drinking the tequila directly off your stomach.
Her tongue probes for the last drop and she presses a farewell kiss to your skin that makes your breathing stutter. Then, finally, she makes her way back up to your lips, her skin a little flushed, and she parts her lips to take the lime wedge in between her teeth.
But Paige isn’t through with you. You watch with wide eyes as she punctures the flesh with her teeth. She takes the lime wedge in between her fingers and with her free hand, she cups your jaw, her thumb brushing against your lip. You adhere to the silent demand, your lips parting again, and she presses down on the bottom row of your teeth with her thumb, keeping you open as she squeezes the juice of the lime into your mouth.
You shudder, eyes slipping shut in a non-physical pleasure – Paige hasn’t even touched you yet, but you feel like you’re ready to fall apart. The lime juice makes your face contort from the sourness, but you hardly think about it when your eyes blink open once more to take in Paige’s lazy expression. She’s already gone – her smile wide, reverent, satisfied, proud, and she discards the lime peel.
Paige removes her finger from your mouth, closing your jaw for you, her features softening with pride as you swallow the juice dutifully. You barely hear her whisper, “Good,” before she helps you off of the table, steadying you when you sway a little unsteadily, and the both of you make every effort to ignore your friends.
They don’t focus on the two of you for too long – JJ is helping Kelsey onto the table to keep going, so you take advantage of their distraction and pull Paige down to your level by her collar. She grins insufferably, like she knows she’s teased you to the point of no return. Her smile widens when you demand, “Take me home. Or we’ll cause a scandal in the middle of this club.”
Her lips brush against yours. “Uber’s already here,” she informs you, her expression far too satisfied. If you were any less pussy drunk, you’d probably hate yourself for being too easy, but all you can think about is how her skin would feel against yours.
You let her pull you through the club. You let her hands linger on your hips when she helps you into the Uber. And without so much as a noise, you part your legs for her in the car, letting her fingers trace the inside of your thighs discreetly. Paige doesn’t give you what you need – you knew she wouldn’t.
You keep your reactions tempered, even when she leans in closer to you, her nose brushing against your ear as she whispers filth that the driver is none the wiser to. And when you make it to her apartment complex, you hardly hear the driver’s farewell before she guides you out of the car, through the apartment lobby, and into the elevator.
Paige’s grip on your hips is tight, like you’re not sure if she’s trying to keep you close or trying to restrain herself from defiling you in the elevator. Either way, you don’t mind. You press your hips to her front, grinning in satisfaction when her fingers tighten and her breath hitches, a groan building in her throat. The ding of the elevator breaks you both from your stupor and you follow her to her door, watching in amusement as she fumbles with the key in her haste.
“Do you remember my tweet?” you ask a little offhandedly, sliding your fingers under the hem of her sweatshirt. She curses under her breath when your fingers find her waist, splaying across her abdomen – it’s more for your pleasure than it is hers, feeling her muscles jump under your hold. Her eyes are a little wide and blown out when they meet yours.
“S’all I’ve thought about for weeks,” she confesses, finally getting the lock to turn. Her words give you pause as she throws open the door. Catching you by surprise, she picks you up, one arm looping under your ass, and your arms slide around her neck for stability as she shuts the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock back.
It’s all speed from there. Paige kicks her shoes off in the entryway, her hands gripping the back of your thighs as she blindly walks the both of you through the hallway towards the bedroom. You silently thank her coordination as an athlete, more so when she starts mouthing at your chest like it’s been the only thing keeping her going. Her tongue darts out, wet against your skin, and she hums against your breast as she tastes the residual salt from the shot and the sweat. Paige nips at your skin and holding onto her tighter with a wordless sigh is all you can do to keep it together.
Finally, she finds the bedroom door, throwing it open without a care in the world. Paige deposits you safely on bed and then almost falls over herself following – the dichotomy makes you ache, the way she’s so desperate to get her hands and mouth on you, but the evident care she makes sure to treat you with despite her need. You want her to turn you out in every single way she’s thought about since draft night, but the respect is touching.
She clicks on the dim lamp at her bedside, her eyes returning to your figure when her vision adjusts. She shakes her head like you’re not real, her hands touching your hips, your waist, your breasts covered by the thin material of your top. You’re sure she’s burning this image into her mind forever – you’re doing the same. You may never be able to forget the image of Paige Bueckers hovering above you, eyes wild and gone, messy like you’re already five rounds deep and not just pent up from fucking around in the club.
The first press of her lips against yours makes you keen, arching into her exploring hands while yours cups her cheeks. You’ve thought about this for weeks, too, how it would feel to have her on top of you like this. She tastes like a tequila shot and something distinctly fruity from the cocktail she was sipping on. Combined with the lime juice on your breath, your kiss is intoxicating for several different reasons, and the heat coiling in your belly reminds you of how badly you want this.
She tugs your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back and letting it snap back before her lips find every inch of your skin. The hinge of your jaw, the tender spot on your neck that makes you thread your fingers through her hair to pull the tie loose, the dip in your throat where your moan vibrates against her lips. Paige is ravenous. Like there’s a million different things she wants to do to you before the sun comes up. You’d let her.
“Thought about this forever,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse and wrecked. Your breath stutters, back arching to help her untie your halter top and letting her pull it off you. She goes almost painfully silent when she takes in your breasts fully, your pebbled nipples. “Fuck.” Her curse sounds like a filthy prayer, one that you’d give up almost everything to respond to. One of her large hands splay over your breast while her mouth finds the other one, alternating between kneading and sucking and here – you’re sure you could fall apart completely, your hips jumping up for contact.
“You don’t know what that stupid comment did to me,” she continues, almost to herself, but she knows you’re listening. She feeds off of the way your breath hitches as she pulls back long enough to rip her sweatshirt and sports bra off in two quick motions, the chains around her neck tangling briefly before they trail cold caresses across your stomach when she leans back down to take your skin in her mouth. Your jaw falls open in pleasure, gripping onto her, the sheets, anything to stay rooted.
“Looked at your page, and those–” Her fingers find the waistband of your shorts, popping the button and pulling the denim off while she rambles. She falters when she takes in the white lace covering your body, a low, wrecked groan spilling from her lips at the sight of the wet patch at the apex of your thighs. Paige brushes her fingers against you, relishing in the way your hips jump and your whispered plea.
“Those stunts you do,” she continues finally. “That fucking uniform is sinful, you know that? Got myself off thinking about you, how good you’d be. You offered yourself up and all I could think about at the presser was how many different ways I could get you to come for me. I wonder if I could do it without my hands.”
You’re not coherent enough to tell her she could probably do it with words alone, but you reach for her and pull her back to your lips, kissing her hungrily, like you’re on death row and she’s your only chance of salvation.
Your hands explore while her kiss disorients you. Finding the waistband of her pants, you reach for the belt, undoing it. Paige helps you pull her pants off, leaving her in a dark pair of boxers. Her skin is impossibly warm against your palms as you press your fingers into the small of her back, undoubtedly leaving marks.
She pulls back to trail her lips down your body, sucking marks everywhere, her hands holding you like she’s afraid you’d float away if she didn’t keep you rooted.
Paige doesn’t make any effort to strip you out of your damp underwear – if anything, she stares at it like she’s more proud of it than getting drafted first overall, and she presses her lips to the skin just above your waistband until it blooms red and purple. She soothes it with a kiss, her expression far too smug and satisfied.
“You’re soaked,” Paige murmurs, pressing her thumb to your cunt again, her grin widening when you moan, your hands shooting down to grip her hair. She makes eye contact with you and sucks her thumb into her mouth, eyes slipping shut as she tastes you. You can’t help the curse that tumbles from your lips. “That ‘open legs’ offer must have been a cry for help, huh?” she teases, but her voice is rough, like the very taste of you is a drug and she’s addicted. “Nobody else doin’ it for you?”
“No,” you admit, cheeks burning under the weight of your confession. The truth is you’d stopped looking after a while, but now, with Paige tucked between your legs and staring at you like you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen, you briefly consider the fact that she’s going to ruin you for anyone else. For yourself.
She grins again. “Shame,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down to the inside of your thighs, where she presses gentle kisses. “Someone got to you before me and they couldn’t even make it worthwhile.”
She nips at your skin, the pain blooming into pleasure instantly. Your breathing comes to you a little faster the closer she moves to your aching cunt, but she soothes you with a hand to your belly. “I got you, mama. Gonna be the best you’ve ever had. Swear.”
You don’t doubt it, your head already swimming, and she presses one last kiss to your clit through the damp material of your underwear. It makes you jolt, but she steadies your hip with her hand as she pulls the lace to the side slowly. You can’t help but gaze down at Paige, locked in on the way her eyes glaze over with desire when your cunt is finally revealed to her.
You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Maybe it’s been a fire that has been slowly burning ever since she initially hinted at flying out and taking you up on your offer. Now, all you can focus on is the way her hands grip your strong thighs, holding you open as she dives in to lick a long, slow stripe up the length of your slit.
You both moan in tandem – yours of pleasure and hers in awe. You’re dripping onto her comforter, hardly able to feel much remorse about it, but something tells you that Paige is really fucking into the fact that she has you so pliant beneath her.
Her tongue is exploratory, drinking in every drop of your arousal, her brows pinched together as she focuses on building you up. Her nose brushes against your clit while her tongue finds the source, licking you clean like she’s stranded in a desert and you’re the only thing that could satiate her thirst.
She’s wild, her tongue everywhere all at once, muttering messily into your cunt about how you “taste so fucking good,” but you’re sure you fall apart completely when her lips close around your clit and she sucks.
Your brain is mush. You’re not sure if you want to keep your eyes on her or let your head fall back into her pillows, unable to process the pleasure fully.
Paige makes the decision for you when your eyes slip shut and she nips at your clit gently – not enough to hurt (even though it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, anyhow), but enough to get your attention.
The message is clear – she wants your attention. Thinking about how she’s probably getting off from you watching her makes the heat coil in your stomach, ready to snap at any given moment.
You tangle your fingers in her messy hair, pressing her deeper into you, head tipping back in pleasure when she doubles down on her motions. Paige is ravenous, tongue circling your clit, never once stopping or slowing.
Not until your thighs are shaking from pleasure. Not until the tears bead at your waterline. Not until she encloses her lips around your clit again, her cheeks hollowing from the pressure, and releasing you to drag the arousal from your entrance to your clit, coating it completely.
You’re wholly unprepared for the first press of her fingers against your entrance. Paige doesn’t push in – not yet. She drags her fingers through your folds, soaking them, listening and looking for your reaction as she probes deeper.
The first finger sinks in until it reaches her knuckle, punching a breathless moan out of you, and she curls her finger as she pulls out. She’s a quick study – learning what you like and how much pressure she needs to unravel you completely. But she’s slow, not adding in another finger. You get the message instantly when her eyes find you, her gaze dark and imploring.
Not above begging, your voice is hoarse, rough from your moans, your lips split-slick and bitten. “Please, Paige, keep going,” you request, clenching around the single finger in you. “More, please, fuck–” The words get caught in your throat when she smiles against you, taking your clit in her mouth again just as she slides in a second finger. Too far gone, you can’t help the repeated, delirious ramble of “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” or the choked out, “So fucking good.”
The more vocal you get, the more she gives you. Her lips and her tongue speed up, flicking against your clit with a devastating intensity. Paige’s finger’s scissor inside you more firmly, sliding in deeper with every thrust, particularly timed with her mouth. It’s a Pavlonian response. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t find it in yourself to be too embarrassed by how loud you are.
You chant her name, breathless little sounds that sound more like pleas than sentences. The grip on her hair must be painful but she never slows. She’s fucking you closer and closer to the peak, and when it finally arrives, warning her is all you can do.
She’s heedless, her pace somehow intensifying even more, and you come with a sob that’s a mix of her name and a string of curses as the pleasure washes over you.
Paige doesn’t stop, drinking in every drop of you like she’s parched, her fingers slowing as they work you gently through the shockwaves. You’re breathless, stuttering through the euphoria, gratitude lacing your words.
When she pulls away, the bottom half of her face is slick with your arousal, her tongue darting out to catch the edges of her lips, but it’s like drops of water in a bucket. For all intents and purposes, she’d been drowned, but her grin tells you she would have been more than happy to go out that way.
Boneless and limp in bed, she trails her lips up your body until she finds your lips, kissing you deeply and allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue. The taste is heady, something you’d probably attribute to the taste of her, too, and you can’t help but moan against her lips, your body burning under the touch again.
“Don’t think I’m letting you tap out so soon,” she murmurs, squeezing your waist and peering down at you. “We haven’t even started.”
“Greedy,” you say teasingly.
Her subsequent grin is sharp, nipping your lip gently. “And proud,” she states, already leaning over and digging through the drawer of her nightstand. When her hand comes back into view, she’s holding a strap and the harness.
The sight of it makes your brows raise – it’s modest in size, but it’s still bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, both in length and girth. “What?” she asks, a smirk appearing on her lips as she fastens the harness around her hips.
“It’s big,” you point out obviously, but the heat is already licking at your skin again as you stare at it longingly.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” she retorts. The strap hanging from her hips makes your mouth water, and you suppose this is what you wanted anyway – for Paige to ruin you. She glances at you curiously, able to read how your hesitation washes away. You’re safe with her. She wouldn’t hurt you. That thought alone makes you a little more hungry for it. “Trust me, you ain’t gotta worry.” She drags her fingers through your folds again, raising it to the lamplight and showing you how they shine. It makes you blush, but her smirk is a little insufferable. “But, I mean…if you wanna try something smaller–”
“No,” you disagree a little too quickly. She raises a challenging brow, one that infuriates you. She’d been mean all night – teasing you and working you up. And, sure, she delivered, but you think that she deserves to be knocked down a peg or two.
You wrap your legs around her waist, and in a quick motion, you flip the both of you over, straddling her waist with your hands on her chest. She’s a little breathless, eyes wide and pupils dilated, yet you can spot the impressed look in her gaze. “You don’t think I can handle it?”
“Didn’t say that,” she says, her eyes drinking you in, the fucked out look on your face and she bruises covering your skin. Her hands find your waist, pulling you onto her fully – onto the strap – and she guides you into a slow grind, taking back the control seamlessly as you gasp. Paige grunts, too, the strap pressing back into her clit, and the fact that she’s feeling as good as you are makes you tremble with want.
“You insinuated it,” you argue, a little miffed.
She grins like your indignance is cute. “Just tryna be in you, mama,” she says, tugging you down a little harder, and it punches a moan out of you. “You gonna let me do that or are we gonna sit here and argue all night?”
You narrow your eyes at her, but you don’t say much else, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazes down at where your centers connect. “That’s what I thought.” Her words are mostly said to herself.
She grips the waistband of your underwear and pulls them down your legs – you adjust to help her pull them off, and she throws them to the side.
Now that you’re completely bare, she pulls you down onto the strap again, your arousal coating the silicone. The unrestricted contact makes you shiver and you loop your arms around her neck for stability while one of hers finds your waist again.
With her free hand, she reaches for the base of the strap, guiding it to your entrance and holding you steady – the tip of the strap brushes against you, but she doesn’t allow you to move.
Her eyes are zeroed in on where you’re clenching around nothing, your arousal leaking out of you. Then, finally, she pulls you down slowly, controlling each and every small movement. Your breath hitches when the head breaches inside, pressing into you, and Paige kisses all over your chest to soothe you.
“Good, that’s it,” she murmurs, lips encircling a nipple as she pulls you a little further down. The stretch is delicious, splitting you open, her hands mapping out your skin. She grips the flesh of your ass in one large hand, the other reaching around to rub featherlight circles on your clit to distract you.
The sensations are overwhelming in the best way possible. Her mouth drags wet kisses across your body while she listens for your reaction. Paige lowers you further down, drawing a drawn out moan from you, and you feel her grin against your breast as you tighten your grip around her neck, pulling her tighter against you.
“Perfect girl. Taking me so well,” she coos. Her body is impossibly warm against you and you can feel yourself relaxing into it, wanting to sink down completely, but she doesn’t let you. “Want you to feel good, baby. Don’t rush it.”
Still holding onto your annoyance from earlier, you can’t help your slight eye roll as you nip at her neck, sucking a matching hickey into her skin. She hisses, letting you fall another inch before gripping your hips tightly. “Would feel good if you just fucked me,” you state, staring at her with an expression that’s borderline pathetic. “What’d you say earlier? Just tryna be in you?”
“Think you have a patience problem,” she muses. “I’d heard so much about this southern hospitality bullshit growing up in the north, but it seems like you got a manners problem, too. I gotta teach you how to say please and thank you?”
You barely resist a sigh. Instead, you let your lips pucker out in a pout, the motion drawing Paige’s attention immediately. You press closer to her, your breasts dragging against her chest, and she sighs from the feeling. “Please, Paigey?” you beg in a near whimper, taking the hitch in her breathing as a sign that you’re doing something right. “Just want you to fuck me. Been good for you all night, haven’t I? And I promised to welcome you to Dallas. Let me make you feel good.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, but the way her throat bobs tells you she’s minutes away from flipping you over and making you forget your name. “You’re dangerous,” she whispers.
“I’m yours,” you respond, and that’s enough for her. Paige drags you down the last few inches, bottoming out. You moan into her neck, the hand at the small of your back pressing you into her. You’re sure that you’re soaking her lap, but judging by the way her hips rut up into yours, she likes knowing how fucked she has you.
Her hands settle at the bottom of your ass, pulling you up as she mouths at your chest, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. You sink down on the strap again. The sound is obscene, drawing a gasp from you, and you repeat the motion.
Up, then down. Up, then down, beginning to set the pace for yourself, but making sure you grind at the bottom of your strokes to make sure that Paige is getting off too. Her eyes are hooded, darting from your face, to your chest, to the apex of your thighs where you’re soaking the strap.
“Fuck,” she groans, her voice rough, and it sends white hot desire up your spine. She speeds up your motions, the veins on her hand protruding from the effort of keeping you upright, her jaw unhinging in awe as she stares at you.
You allow yourself a small smirk, your right hand tilting her head back, revealing the expanse of her throat as you grind down onto her. With your ears so close to her mouth, you can hear every stutter in her breath, every jilted moan she tries to hold back, the hiss of pleasure when you bite down, sucking dark marks into her skin.
When her motions start becoming desperate, her hips bucking up into yours in time with every drag down like she’s trying to chase her high, you reach down for her hands, tangling your fingers together and pressing them into the pillows over her head.
“Really?” you murmur, your lips ghosting the dip in her throat. “You’re this close just from helping me get off?”
She laughs a little, something that sounds like a sob mixed with a whine, and her jaw falls slack in a low groan when your lips attach to the sensitive spot below her ear. “Can’t help it,” Paige manages. Her lips are slick, bitten raw, so you kiss her deeply, swallowing the sound she makes when you grind down especially hard. “Think you like it, though.”
“Mmm,” you hum. You speed up your motions, feeling your thighs and your stomach burn with the effort, but also feeling yourself teeter on the edge of crashing down completely. Your thrusts draw out another moan from Paige, one that makes you grin – because she’d tried so hard to keep herself together, to pretend she was here to fuck you and not the other way around. “Think I just like you.”
That makes a lazy smile appear on her face. Paige pulls one of her hands out of your grip, inching towards your throat and tangling in the necklace there. “Yeah?” she goads, her tone a little insufferable. “Didn’t – fuck – didn’t think I affected you.”
You’re still rutting against her, sweat beading on your temples as you argue, “You don’t.”
But that just makes her grin turn a little more smug. She releases your necklace, her fingers pressing lightly into the sides of your throat, squeezing once in warning. It makes your hips stutter, your breath catching. “Keep lyin’, mama,” she mutters, something dark in her eyes as her fingers trail down your body. One tweaks a nipple, kneading a breast as you gasp. Then, she goes lower still, bracing her large hand over you while her thumb finds your clit, rubbing messy circles through the slick there.
You lose your rhythm again, whimpering, but you keep going despite the exhaustion. It’s less about your pleasure now. You need to get Paige off, to tear down that ego of hers, to silence her for once. Even as you stare down at her, your eyes a little hooded, you realize she enjoys receiving as much as she enjoys giving, and there’s truly no winning with her – she’s getting off either way.
“Actin’ like I don’t know you already,” she continues, her thumb as ruinous as her hips – as ruinous as her words. “What you like. What you need.” You could fall apart like this – her words picking you apart piece by piece, her thumb reminding you that she has you right where you want her. Paige gazes up at you, her pupils blown wide, but you can make out the challenge in the blue of her eyes – she’s daring you to get smart again.
But you’re just as competitive as she is. Without faltering in your movements, you lean slightly, reaching for the cowboy hat perched on her nightstand. It has Paige stitched on the bill. Her jaw falls slack again as she watches you slide it over your head.
“You talk too much,” you retort, and then you’re doubling down again. You can tell the image of you wearing Paige’s hat is doing something to her – the way it bounces in time with your thrusts, combined with the wrecked sounds leaving your lips, the slick sound of the strap deep inside you, the fact that Paige wants you so bad it makes her stupid.
It doesn’t take much longer after that. You and Paige were already pent up. Her thumb quickens on your clit, her free hand gripping your hips tight enough to leave a bruise as she drags you up and down relentlessly, her own hips meeting yours. You can tell she’s getting close when her breathing turns ragged and her face burns red. You’re right there with her, digging your nails into her shoulders for stability as you push yourself to your high.
Part of you expects Paige to open her mouth again, to say something slick that would leave you trembling, but you don’t give her the chance to. You pull her face to yours, silencing your cries with her lips. You shiver when she bites down on your bottom lip harshly, soothing the sting with her tongue. “‘M close,” you manage breathlessly, holding onto her tightly – feeling as though your orgasm would wreck you completely.
“I know,” she murmurs, her voice choked. “Let go, mama, I’m right here.”
So you do, the pleasure washing over you completely as you cry out, sagging onto her body bonelessly, the cowboy hat falling off to the side of the bed. Paige drags you against the strap, riding out the high, her jaw slack in wordless pleasure while her body burns. She doesn’t still until you push her hands off of you, the overstimulation buzzing under your skin.
Your thighs are still trembling, your breathing uneven. You hardly have the energy to slide off of the strap, so you settle for holding onto Paige, tucking your head into the crook of her neck where sweat glistens and the lingering scent of her cologne remains. You shift, feeling the soaked comforter beneath both of you. It’s enough to make you groan.
But then Paige is shifting, too, the strap brushing against a spot inside you that punches a moan out of you. You don’t have to look up to know she’s smirking. “Chill,” you admonish, your body still sizzling. You don’t know how she still has the energy and the stamina to go after she just turned you inside out, but she moves her hips again, on purpose this time, and the heat coiling in your belly returns tenfold. “You’re insatiable.”
“Look who’s in my bed,” she says as if it explains everything. You just shake your head, amused by her. Paige’s fingers trail down your sides, brushing against your skin while she presses featherlight kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the hinge of your jaw. “Know you’ve got one more for me, don’t you?”
You can’t find the words, but you don’t need to. You grab onto her chain – mostly to hold her in place, and you kiss her – deep, lingering, soft despite the moment prior. She grins against you, sliding the strap out as she maneuvers you. The emptiness makes you sigh, but the shift doesn’t take long. She angles you until you can see your bodies in the mirror across her room, your breath catching at the insinuation.
You watch through the mirror as she reaches for the cowboy hat again, settling it over her messy curls. Her smile is determined – like she’s not quite satisfied, not content with the two orgasms she’d pulled from you; ravenous like she can’t wait to have you again. It shouldn’t turn you on like it does, but the flame is licking at you once more and you can’t help but succumb to the fire.
She wraps her right arm around your waist, pulling you up to a kneeling position while she settles in behind you. The strap brushes against you. The sensitivity makes you jolt, but Paige soothes you with a hushed murmur, her hand pressing against your stomach and keeping you tethered. “Want you to watch,” she whispers in your ear. Her right hand abandons your waist to hold you by the jaw, gently tilting your head up until you make eye contact through the mirror.
You’re rendered breathless by the sight – Paige’s body eclipsing yours, the hickeys adorning your skin, the slick between your thighs that shines from the lamplight. Paige isn’t much better, either. Her hair is a mess, the hat on her head skewed to the side, her neck littered with your teeth marks, skin shining from exertion. For stability, you hold onto the arm that’s wrapped tightly around you, pushing back against the strap.
“Can you do that for me?” she asks, pushing her hips forward, dragging through your folds. You nod quickly, letting out a soft whine when the tip of the strap catches your sensitive clit. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop.”
“I will, Paige, promise – just…please–”
She hushes you again, kissing your neck. “I got you, baby. Relax for me, okay? Gonna give it to you. Just need you to be good for me.” You nod again, melting into her body, and with the hand not holding you upright, she guides the strap to your entrance. You moan softly as she slides inside with little resistance, bottoming out as she murmurs, “That’s it, perfect girl. You take me so well.”
You can’t muster the words to respond to that, so you lean your head on hers when she drags the strap out, then pushes back in with a devastating slowness that you feel throughout your entire body. Your body is still buzzing with oversensitivity, but the slowness of her thrusts helps to ground you.
She glances up to the mirror to ensure you’re still looking at her – which you are, enraptured and unable to look away – before she trails her lips down your neck, pressing gentle, wet kisses to your overheated skin.
She’s softer now. Soft in a way that makes you clench around the strap breathlessly, tilting your head to give her more access to your neck. She recognizes that it won’t take much to build you up again, more focused on making sure you enjoy every second – every motion, every push and pull of the strap. Paige plants a kiss on every hickey she’d left on your body, her actions borderline reverent in a way that makes you want to come for her again and again and again.
With one arm still wrapped around your chest, holding onto your jaw, the other wraps around your hips, holding you by the stomach.
Unable to look away, you tighten your grip on her arms, trying not to fall apart too soon. Your stomach coils, already close, but Paige moves slowly, her thrusts hitting deep, and you’re all too content to float along the current of pleasure. Her lips still ghost across your body, licking the salt off of your skin, pressing gentle apologies to the dark spots on your neck.
“You want more, mama?” she murmurs in your ear, a gentle check in despite the question. You hardly have to think about it before you nod. With the hand braced over hers, you drag her left hand down, her fingers finding your clit with ease.
She doesn’t apply much pressure, just enough for you to feel it without overpowering the sensations. You don’t let go either, guiding her motions, moving it further down to gather more of your slick before bringing it back up to circle your clit.
The slide makes it impossibly sweeter – she tightens her circles, pushing deeper inside you with the strap, the tip brushing against the spongy spot inside of you that makes you keen.
Paige doesn’t slow. She doesn’t speed up. She keeps her pace deliciously consistent, the strap dragging in and out of you deliberately, her fingers working you up in tandem.
Her free hand keeps your gaze locked on the mirror, watching her as she kisses your neck, the shell of your ear, listening to her breath heavily as if she’s feeling everything you are, too. That thought alone makes your hips stutter, pressing back into her.
She soothes you with gentle whispers. “So good for me, baby,” she’d say, or she’d time the circling of your clit with a deeper thrust, murmuring, “You feel me? Want you to feel good.” And the stupid hat makes you unravel a little bit more – it hangs off of her head loosely, threatening to fall at any moment, but all you can think about is how you rode her wearing her hat, how she claimed you in the club and how she made you fall apart wearing something with her name on it. You’re hers now, and honestly, you don’t hate that idea.
It doesn’t take much longer before your eyes are slipping shut, confessing, “Close, P,” in a hoarse voice. The sensations are overwhelming – her hot skin pressed against yours, the strap sliding through you and hitting spots you’d never knew existed, the maddening feeling of her thumb against your clit, her breathing against your ear, the pounding of her heartbeat against your back revealing just how close she is to falling apart, too.
“Okay, baby,” she whispers, her motions never slowing, kissing your neck again. But she presses her fingers a little more firmly to your clit, her free hand tapping against your cheek to gather your attention.
Your eyes blink open, finding the mirror again, the ruined look on her face. She looks desperate – not to get off, but desperate to watch you get off. “Want you to watch yourself.” Her voice is a little broken, almost begging, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. “You look so pretty when you come for me, you know that? Wanna watch you do it over and over and over again.”
“Paige,” you gasp, the sound coming out like a half-sob, half-whine, the pleasure building and the heat coiling.
But she hardly hears you, her eyes glazed over and pussy drunk. Her jaw hangs slack like she’s the one being fucked, her breathing uneven and heavy. “You feel so good,” she rambles. “Like you were made just for me. Can’t get enough of you. Please, mama, wanna see you fall apart for me. You’re so good, so fucking perfect–”
The coil snaps, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, electricity down your spine, and all you can do is sag back into her one final time, moans tumbling from your lips while she works you through the aftershocks.
Her hips and her fingers slow, murmuring incoherent sentences into your ear, her words dripping in both gratitude and a satiated desire like watching you get off finally quenched a thirst she’s been harboring for years.
You don’t have to say anything, either – it’s like she knows your body by heart now. Gingerly, she slips the strap out of your soaked cunt and detaches her fingers from your sensitive clit. As much as you’d love to feel her skin against yours, her hips dragging against yours, you can barely keep your eyes open. The final aftershocks dissipate, your thighs calming, the pleasurable fog in your brain clearing.
“You still with me?” she asks softly, smoothing the hair at the crown of your head with her clean hand.
At that, all you can do is muster a laugh, your eyes opening blearily. “Yeah,” you say, “no thanks to you, though.”
“Hmm,” she scoffs, amusement in her eyes. “Coulda sworn this was exactly what you wanted. You know, open legs and all.”
“Alright,” you deadpan, attempting to roll on your side, but you can’t summon the strength. You settle for some weird half angle that’s hardly worth the drama of the moment. “Goodnight!”
“No way,” Paige laughs. “C’mon. I need you awake. Lemme run you a bath and change these sheets so you can rest, okay? You good with that?”
You meet her eyes again, your smile softening at the gentle earnestness on her face. If she hadn’t already ruined you before, you’re sure you are now. But there’s something in her eyes that promises this might not be a one night thing after all. “Yeah,” you whisper, drawing her closer to plant a chaste, affectionate kiss to her lips. You feel her grin. “You’re gonna have to carry me, though.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” she assures you, crawling off the bed and unbuckling the harness on her hips. She throws it haphazardly into the adjacent bathroom and you try not to laugh when something clatters to the floor. Paige picks you up with ease, one arm looping under your knees and the other wrapping around your back. She sets you on the edge of the tub as she heats up the water, helping you into it gingerly and tossing in a eucalyptus bath bomb for your aches. Before she leaves to swap the sheets, she plants a soft kiss onto your forehead.
You soak for a few moments until she returns, offering you a small smile before she slips in behind you. Her body is almost as warm as the water and twice as soft. She massages the shampoo and conditioner into your hair and jokingly points out her assault on your neck with a mixture of pride and concern. You tell her she’ll have to buy your concealer in bulk but when she murmurs, “As long as I get to see you again,” you find that you don’t really care about the marks on your neck as long as you get to keep this annoyingly charming, devastatingly beautiful athlete in your life.
Paige helps you out of the tub, your eyes drooping once more, dressing you in a pair of her boxers and an oversized t-shirt from her college days. She guides you back to bed gingerly, the sheets fresh and clean, and you have your head on her chest before she’s even got her head on the pillow. She grins because it doesn’t bother her at all. You smile because her heart’s pounding and you think you know why it is.
Just before you fall into a blissful, exhausted sleep, Paige’s voice cuts through the fog once more. “About that offer,” she whispers, tapping on the leg you have slung across hers. “Does it expire?”
She jokes, but you can hear the truth of her question beyond it. She’s not referring to your legs. Not literally.
Your smile is tired, but it’s no less affectionate. “For you?” you echo, drowsiness lacing your tone. “No. It’s renewable.”
“How long?”
You’re quiet for a beat, just enough to consider your words.
Is this something you want? Relationships can be hard. Tricky. But something about Paige tells you she’s in for the ride. That you can trust her – with you and your heart.
So you press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, feeling her cheeks stretch with a smile, and you make her a promise:
Summary: Frank asks Jack to fuck his girl while he watches. He does a little more than watch.
Follow up to "exploring” but you dont have to have read that part
Warnings: Cucking, degredation (all consentual), little spanking, little rough, assume things are discussed ahead of time or given consent. IT GETS GAY
Happy pride to whatever tf these two have going on
***
“And you’re absolutely sure you want to do this?”
“Yes baby, are you?”
“Yeah but you’re the one getting fucked here. You don’t feel any pressure whatsoever? Because I swear, I only want this if you want it.”
“No, no pressure at all.”
“And you feel completely safe?”
“Yes Frank, I feel completely safe.”
“Okay, because, if you want to stop at any point-”
“Yes baby, I know. I’ll say stop.”
“I promise, even if he’s balls deep-”
“Frank.” You put your hands on his shoulders, looking into those blue eyes. “I know. I promise I’ll say something if I change my mind or if I even think about changing my mind. I trust Jack.”
Your boyfriend sighs, closing his eyes and you watch his shoulders drop as he relaxes. “I do to, I wouldn’t bring him here if i didn’t have 100% full faith in him to take care of my girl. Just know if anything at all is wrong, I’m not afraid to beat his ass.”
You chuckle at that, pinching his cheek. “You’re a cutie pie, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know 😊”
“Doctor Cutie Pie”
“Attending at Cutie Pie ER”
Your chuckle stills, and you thumb at his cheek bone.“And you feel completely safe in this arrangement? Because if you get uncomfortable at any point either…”
Frank leans over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know. Let's get this party started.” Frank turns around, opening the bedroom door to find Jack leaning against the hallway wall.
“Those doors aren’t as thick as you think, Dr. Cutie Pie”
*
It had been a few weeks earlier when Frank had broached the idea to the night shift attending. Jack has been putting his things in his locker while you Langdon were packing up.
“Oh! I’ll be right back, I brought some leftovers for Ellis, gotta let her know it’s in the fridge.”
“That’s sweet, baby, I’ll bring the car around, okay?”
You gave him a peck, then walked off, well aware of both men watching your ass so you sway a little extra.
“Gyat damn, brother. You sure got lucky.”
It shouldn’t, but it made Frank a little hard seeing Jack lust so openly for his partner. “Yeah, i fucking did. Don’t worry, I treat her right.”
Jack gives a non committal hum, then shuts his locker as Frank begins to speak.
“Didn’t stop her from moaning your name the other day though.”
As the words left his mouth, Frank took a little glee in seeing Jack’s eyes go wide, flickering past him and looking for the best exit.
“Whoa, whoa,” he raises his hands. “I’m just playing, I swear to go, she and I have never- I would never- I was just looking-”
But Frank cuts off his panicked rambling with laughter. “I’m just fucking with you, Jack, I swear! She did moan your name though, which I actually wanted to talk to you about.”
Not yet assured, Jack eyes him, hackles not totally settled and still certain Langdon was going to swing. “Oooh…kaaay…”
“Let me be Frank,” he always said that to you, and you always told him he wasn’t funny, but it didn’t stop him. “Me and her, we’re doing real good. I’m not worried, I actually came really fucking hard when she-” He saw the scrunched up face Jack made. “Sorry, tmi.”
“No no, be Frank”
“Oh boy, am I. Anyway, I liked it. We talked about it and hey, you’re a good looking guy, I trust you, she wants you, you want her.”
“And you…?”
A wide grin spread across his face, eyes particularly blue in the fluorescents as he slid on the blue jacket you said brought out his eyes. “I wanna watch.”
*
“Oh my god, fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
“Jesus Christ…” Jack lifted his face from where it was buried in your red panties. “I havn’t even tasted her yet, man. Get a hold of yourself.”
Gripping the cuck chair you had gotten specifically from the thrift store for this occasion, Frank’s head drops back and he’s white knuckling it, the tent in his sweats graphically out there. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?”
“Uuuugghhhhh”
“Jack stop!” You giggle, pulling his grey curls. “He’s in the cuck chair, he's gonna like being called pathetic!”
To the side, you here Frank mumble “Gah, I’m so fucking horny right now… bricked up…”
Jack rolled his eyes, then went back to smelling your cunt- you were down to your underwear and Jack in his dark gray boxer briefs, and he was taking his sweet time with you. Without even having you naked, he was licking at the wet spot in your underwear and nipping at your thighs. His tongue lapped along the seam, tasing the slick, moaning into the hair of your bikini line.
“If I knew you smelled this good, I would’ve stolen your panties the last time you guys had a party here…”
“Well be warned, red la-lacy thongs aren’t usually my go-to. Period stained granny panties are the mainstay around- ahh, shit, around here.”
You hear Frank whimper beside you and you can’t tell if he just enjoys hearing you moan that much, or if the thought of you in your ugly granny panties just do it for him that much.
Jack smiles against your skin, finally peeling off the lace with his teeth, feeling drag against your soft thighs.
“Fuck, thats a good one. Why didn’t I think of that...” When you look over, Frank is palming himself watching you, watching the way Jack eats you alive. He’s good, really fucking good but part of you shys under Frank’s eyes. This was the agreement, this is what he wanted… but you didn’t want him to think you preferred Jack. Frank fucked the ever living shit outta you and he was an eater, and absolutly nothing would compare because sex+love was the winning combination but-
“Hey,” Frank brushed a lock from your face. When did he get over here? “You okay princess?” Jack was sitting up on the bed, giving space but thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your ankles.
Heat crept up your face at embarrassment of the overthinking. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” but Frank frowns, and you know why. He never wants to hear ‘fine’ during sex.
“You’re thinking something. Talking to me.”
Jack speaks too, assuring you it’s okay to stop, but you absolutely did not want to.
“No! No, it’s just… I wasn’t sure if I would be… insulting you, if I acted like I liked this too much…”
Body language softening as the worry leaves his body, Frank gives you a smile. “I promise you, I want him to make you feel good. And if he makes you feel better than I do-”
“And I will.”
“IF he does, then I’ll learn a thing or two. Nothing but the best for my baby, okay?”
Your bottom lip is drawn between your lips, thinking. “Okay…” but you still sounded hesitant.
Jack turns to his coworker. “Frank, you wanna show her a little moanings nothing to be embarrassed by?”
Frank raises his eyebrow. He’s never kissed a guy before… but he sees how your breathing speeds up. He’s the kind of guy to try anything once.
With Jack still kneeling between your legs, he pulls Frank in for a kiss and you watch him just melt into the older man's touch. Pretty painted fingers slide between your legs where you’re slicked up with Jack's spit, pumping yourself as Frank towers over his boy crush and getting way more into the kiss than you would’ve imagined. Frank’s tongue slides into Jack’s mouth, both of them opening their mouths wide so you can get a good glimpse at the show before the older man sucks on his tongue.
Wet, sloppy sounds come from your cunt and their mouths, both men sharing a bisexual awaken before your own eyes. Frank grips Jack’s camo shirts, pulling him up and deeper into the kiss. Watching your husband’s biceps bulge almost did you over, curling your fingers inside yourself, but when Jack, with slow moving hands giving him a chance to back off, palm over Frank’s bulge, all Frank’s bravado melted away. He whimpers into the kiss, body shuttering and eyes rolling back, a wet spot forming in his grey sweats.
That’s what does it for you, looks like Frank isn’t the only one who likes to watch. You cum on your own fingers, the sounds of your orgasm pulling both breathless men away from each as they watch you wraith on the bed.
“Jesus chris man… she’s beautiful…”
Frank beams with pride. “Yeah, she really is…” He kisses you down from your orgasm, tasting the blood brought on from Jack’s rabid mouth.
When you finally get a breath, you manage to pant out, “if one of you isn’t inside me in one minute, I’m going to scream.”
*
On your stomach, hips propped up by a few pillows for comfort and a good angle, Abbot slammed into you, the wet snap, snap, snap of his pelvis making your asscheeks ripple filled the room. You moans would too, if your mouth wasn’t covered by Frank’s lips.
“You like the way I make your girl feel, Frank?”
“Uh-huh” Frank’s hand we’re busy on you, but Jack snapped them away, saying kissing only. He didn’t seem to mind, jerking himself off as he knelt by your bedside, mouth chasing yours for little touches of affection while his eyes watched Jack rail you. Lust clouded his vision, feeling dizzy as how good the two of you looked together, Jack’s muscled yet thick body glistening with sweat- you mewling and wriggling with pleasure underneath.
For a man in his 50’s Jack has insane stamina- Frank was building up to his third orgasm. At least he had a fast refractory period. Jack had pulled 2 more orgasms out of you just on his dick, making the blue bedding beneath you an absolute pool of liquids.
“Gonna cum again for me, baby? Bet that’s more than Frank can, pathetic little guy can’t even hold it longer than a minute. Two pump chump over there, huh?”
Frank moans into the skin of your neck he’s busy kissing- No biting, no hickies, Jack said. “Tonight she belongs to me”
“L-last one, Jacky.” You pant into the pillow, giving your boys the warning that you were ready to be done. You knew your limits, and you were about there.
Despite how distracted he is, despite how Frank’s mind has gone to another world, he mumbles praises between kitten licks, saying how good you are for communicating.
Jack rubs your ass before delivering a smack. “You can only take four? Frank must really be slacking if that’s all your used to.” he teased, playing into the scene but with the acknowledgment of your limit placed. “Can’t keep it up for your girl, Langdon? Can’t even use your mouth right? It’s a shame, pretty girl like this going to waste with someone like you. Maybe if you ate her like you kissed, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”
You think Frank is about to bust. Jack fists his freckled fingers into Frank’s hair, yanking him. “Stand up, bitch.”
Frank does as he’s told, scrambling to get up, his hard and red dick catching your eye and making you water. Maybe you could take a little more if it was with Frank… no, no, you knew yourself. Besides, Jack was taking care of it. He runs a hand up Frank’s hair chest, thumbing over his hardened nipples.
“I want you to cum, got it? Right here.” He stops, dick pulled almost all the way out until it was just his uncut tip. Jack slides his finger down your crack, over your puckered asshole to your cunt where he fucked you, then slides it up his shaft, making him shiver. “Want you to cum right where I’m fucking her.”
The way he slammed himself in made you gasp for air, feeling like he was opening you up all over again. “Jack!” You cry out, sobbing into the pillow. “Feels so fucking good, oh my god. Frankie, baby,” you grab his right hand. “Cum on us, okay? My pussy will look so pretty, as three of us, please? Please baby?”
Frank releases just as you come, your orgasm seizing your body in jerky shakes. You feel ropes of cum landing on your holes, cheeks spread wide by jacks bruising grip. He fills you, oh god does he fill you, loading you up as your pulse around his, Frank panting both of you white.
*
By the time everyone was done, Jack and Frank had tasted all three of your fluids mixed together, making out all over your ass and pussy. They cleaned you up, Frank taking you to the bathroom to pee as you were unsteady. When he walks back to the bedroom, he sees Jack rubbing his knees, having paused getting dressed.
“Why don’t you take that off? I got some good lotion, I’ll rub it in.”
Despite what they had shared, there didn’t seem to be any sexual tone to what he said. There was, however, a newfound sense of intimacy between them.
Jack waves him off, pale cheeks flushed. “Nah, I’ll be heading out in a second.”
“You’re leaving?” You round the corner wearing your black robe.
“Well,” He chuckles, grunting when he stands. “I wasn’t expecting to stay and cuddle.”
“You could?”
Once again, he chuckles and waves off. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’m not naive. I’m here to have a little fun, you don’t need to do aftercare.” He jokes, but you sense vulnerability behind it.
Frank takes his hand. “Come on, stay. It doesn't have to be weird, man but like, we weren’t planning on using you like a sex toy, Jesus.”
“I’d really like it if you stayed, Jack.”
You watch as Jack considers. “Yeah okay, I’ll stay for a little…”
“A little” turned into you taking off the prosthetic and playing with his hair as Frank massaged lotion into the leg. A little turned into him and Frank on either side of you, giving you kisses. A little turned into Jack fast asleep in your bed, the three of you cuddled up on damp sheets.
CW: threesome, some mxm, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, foreplay, oral (m&f! receiving), soft!dom euijoo & nicho, unprotected pinv (no no🫵🏻), teasing, pet names (baby, jagi, princess), cum swallowing, multiple positions, dirty talk
word count: 4,638
synopsis: after another unsuccessful date, you go to your bff euijoo’s for comfort. nicho is there, & they offer to help you when they realize your date left the job “unfinished”
note: one of my biases & my bff’s bias. this for us & all the nichojoo stans out there 🤭 thanks 4 everyone who voted for this one on my poll too 🫶🏼
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“UGHH!!!” You practically yelled in frustration as you walked into the dorm and slammed the door behind you.
“I take it the date didn’t go very well…” Your best friend, Euijoo speaks up as you stomp over to plop yourself down on the couch beside him. Nicholas is sitting at the other end of the couch, and you hope he’s prepared for the earful he’s about to hear.
“Really? What gave it away?” You reply sarcastically, earning a snicker from Nicholas, now turning to sit criss cross facing you and EJ, ready to listen.
“Hey! Don’t take it out on me!” Euijoo says with a pout as you lie backwards into his lap. “What happened this time?” He continued, sounding genuinely concerned. He was such a good best friend. He listened, took care of you, laughed with you, and loved you fully.
“Okay, first off, he took a phone call from his mother in the middle of dinner. For like 15 minutes. What the hell is that?!” You complain, the boys both failing to hold back laughter, resulting in a sharp glare at them both. “It’s not funny!! This is my life!” You try to sound serious but end up chuckling too at the ridiculousness of it.
“Okay, okay! What else happened, jagi?” Nicholas voiced, the boys both extremely interested in what could have possibly went wrong after that.
“All he could talk about was his stupid job, his amazing car, his extravagant house. Like he was wasting his time because he was so special.” You rambled on, chuckling because saying all this out loud sounds so absurd. You couldn’t believe you didn’t just get up and leave halfway through. “Then…as terrible as his personality was, he was hot so we may have went back to his apartment.” You continue quietly, waiting to hear the judgement from your friends.
“Y/n!!! After all that you still slept with him?” Euijoo’s eyes widened in shock, glancing back and forth between your embarrassed face and Nicho’s smug one.
“Hey! No judging. I’ve got needs too, ya know!” You say, lightly nudging his arm in protest. “ANYWAY, that’s where it gets worse. He was unbelievably average, if that. He seemed like he’d never actually pleased a woman in his life.”
“Oof, poor guy.” Nicholas says halfway joking, halfway feeling sorry for the guy.
“Um, NO, poor me!” You retort, shooting up from where you were lying on Euijoo’s lap. “I’ve never had to fake it that bad in my life. I was so ready to just get out of there and fix it myself.” Your resume, realizing you’ve probably said a little too much, perhaps making it a little personal. You’ve talked about sex briefly around Euijoo before, but you weren’t as close to Nicho, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The air in the room became tense at your last statement, afraid you’d gone too far, you tried to apologize. “Sorry that was probably TMI.” Your face turns red, the looks on the boys faces change entirely.
“So….he didn’t make you cum?” Euijoo speaks first, ever so quietly, as if he’s nervous for the words to exit his mouth. You’re taken aback by his question, not sure what his plan is by asking it.
“Uh, no. Far from it, juju.” You muster the confidence to respond, trying to keep face and not act like awkward teenager talking about sex with your best friend. You could hear Nicholas take in a sharp breath at your admission. They share a look, a look you’re unable to read, their eyes dark and serious. “What’s going on?” You ask confused as you look back and forth between them on opposite ends of the couch.
“We could help with that, you know?” Nicho breaks the silence first, confident, but unsure of what you’re going to say. You look at him as he speaks, your mouth drying and practically falling open at his offer. You then bring your eyes to Euijoo, who raises an eyebrow as if challenging you, seconding what his slightly older friend said.
“You’re joking. Haha very funny guys.” You say extremely flustered. You were close enough to Euijoo that he could definitely tell that your breathing had changed at the thought, still on edge from your failed hook up earlier.
“Who said I was joking?” Nicho admits, sliding closer to you on the couch, causing chills to run down your spine.
“I love you guys, but there’s no way in hell. You’re my friends, it’d just make things complicated.” You stand abruptly as you speak this time, keeping your eyes on both of them in front of you.
“It doesn’t have to be anything more than friends….helping out another friend.” Euijoo says sweetly, taking your hand in his caressing the soft skin. You tense with his touch on you, along with both of their eyes on you.
“C’mon jagi, you’ve gotta be frustrated. Let us help.” Nicho pleads, his hand gliding along your thigh in front of him. The light touch driving you crazy inside.
“Both of you? That’s a little scary.” You admit, still skeptical about the whole idea, but he was right. You obviously hadn’t gotten the chance to get yourself off to satisfy the ache since your date. You had drove directly to Euijoo’s afterwards, desperate to rant.
“We’d only do what you’re comfortable with. We just wanna make you feel good, baby.” Euijoo had never called you that before, and although you’d been friends for years, the pet name lit a fire inside of you and sent heat straight to your core. The boys looked just as needy as they awaited your answer and you catch a few seductive glances between the two of them as well.
“…okay.” You mumble, nervous and still unsure. Euijoo stands up, directly in front of you, so close you could feel his body almost flush against yours.
“I need you to be sure, y/n. We don’t have to. We can turn on a movie and chill the rest of the night, no worries.” EJ validates your feelings of indecisiveness, which you appreciate. You can’t help but to overthink everything, and for once in your life, you’d love to just say fuck it and have fun.
“100%. However, if you let us, I’d love to tear that little dress off like I’ve been wanting to since the second you walked in.” Nicholas discloses, standing up as well, right next to Euijoo. His confession shocks you, but powers your need even more, causing you to finally make up your mind.
“Okay. I want this. I need it” You murmur, them both so close to you, to each other, you can feel the heat radiating off all your bodies. Their hands wrapping around your sides stroking up and down your back and gripping your hips, pulling you closer into them. They’re both in front of you, Euijoo on your left, Nicho on your right. They’re just as close to each other as they are you. Nicholas knows you’re emotionally closer to EJ, which is causing you some nerves, so he decides to pull you in first. His soft lips land on yours with great force, but he keeps an underlying tenderness as well, knowing that it’s new and frightening. His hand slips around the back of your neck and you lean into him, deepening the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before entering your mouth. Euijoo waits patiently for his turn, his hands all over you, caressing your back, arms, and thighs, your dress hardly covering your ass.
“Shit. Your mouth is heaven.” Nicho states as he pulls away, both of your breathing heavy and erratic. The silence almost stretches too long, the anticipation for finally kissing your best friend has you overwhelmed. However, Euijoo puts his hand around your neck, replacing Nicho’s as he pulls you in. His beautiful, pink lips hovering over yours for just a moment, building tension and suspense before finally crashing into you. He kisses you like he has something to prove, like he wants to prove he is worthy of taking care of you, making you feel good. You moan slightly into him, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, the kiss hot and wet. Nicho’s hands find your breasts, the new sensation filling your body with need. When Euijo pulls away, you look up at them, wrapping your hands around the back of their necks, pulling both of them in, at the same time. You place a quick kiss on Nicho’s lips, then turn to kiss Euijoo, finally then pulling them both in to kiss you at the same time. All three of your lips were dancing together and wetness pooled between your legs, knowing that not only were you kissing them, they were basically kissing each other as well. You whimper as you pulled back, eyes dark with desire. The boys understand what is turning you on, and they decide to give into your every want, since tonight is all about you. Nicho’s hand abruptly grabs Euijoo’s head and he closes the gap between them, just them. Seeing their lips connect, moving rhythmically in front of you sends chills all over your body, not expecting the sight of the two boys kissing to be so arousing. The kiss is hot and heavy, like they were letting out pent up need between the two of them as well.
“Come with me, jagi.” Euijoo says, gesturing towards his room. Each of them grab a hand and lead you into the dark room, placing you carefully on EJ’s bed as Nicho finds a small lamp, turning it on to let just enough light into the room to see each other. You sit on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting with uneven breaths as they sit on either side of you. Euijoo places his hand on your jaw first, pulling you in once again for a kiss, sparks flying, sending shock waves to your clit. As EJ kisses you, Nicho brings his lips to your neck on the other side of you. He begins sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. You moan loudly into Euijoo’s mouth, causing him to groan. After a few moments, the boys switch, you turning and lips crashing into Nicho’s, while Euijoo attacks your neck. While he kisses you, Nicholas’ hand that’s not on your face trails down to your thigh, caressing small circles just close enough to tease, the anticipation killing you. EJ brings his hands to your breasts while he continues suckling at your neck, leaving marks you hope you can hide tomorrow. You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under their touch.
“So sensitive, princess. You sound like an angel when you moan.” Nicho says as he pulls away from your abused lips, his looking just as pink and swollen from the attention.
“Does it hurt, baby? All that energy pent up from earlier? Asshole couldn’t even make you feel good, could he?” Euijoo says with a playful pout, your overwhelming need becoming captivating to him. You shake your head, both boys trailing kisses down your neck to your breasts that are peeking out of your dress. Nicho continues to rub up and down your thighs, your head falling back as they worship every inch of you.
“Take this off. Now.” Nicho asserts, voice stern as they both raise up and stand in front of you. You hesitate for a moment before reaching behind you and slowly unzipping your dress, eyes locked on them while you do so. Once the zipper is down you rise to your feet right in front of them, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in your black matching bra and panties. Nicho growls at the sight and they both survey every inch of your body with their eyes.
“Good girl. Now lie back.” Euijoo asserts, his praise unlocking a new sensation inside of you as you do what he says. The boys exchange a look and you lean up on your elbows as Nicho starts towards you. “Nah, no way. I’ve waited years for this, I’m tasting her first.” Euijoo continues. Nicho scoffs at him and frowns, but he understands. EJ hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs spreading naturally for him. Nicholas takes off his shirt and sits on the bed next to you. You can hardly think straight as Euijoo’s hands brace themselves on your thighs, holding your legs apart. The suspense of their next moves is killing you, as well as your overwhelming need to cum.
“P-please, Joo, touch me.” You cry out desperate for relief. You hear him snicker as he finally drags his hand down your clothed cunt, a moan falling from your mouth instantly. Nicho’s hands are back on your breasts, and before you know it, he’s pulling your bra down to expose you to him. Euijoo uses three fingers to slowly circle your clit, not applying too much pressure yet, just enough to drive you wild. You grip at Nicho next to you and he uses one hand to grab both of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head.
“You’re drenched, baby.” Euijoo says smugly, knowing that they’re the reason for your despair now, but that they were going to take care of it, unlike your date. You whimper and turn your head to the side out of shame, but Nicho takes a hold of your face by your cheeks with his hand that’s not holding your wrists.
“So fucking sexy, princess. Bet he didn’t even appreciate you the way he should’ve.” He says, the shame evaporating as he reassures you. Euijoo pulls your underwear down with one quick motion, the cold air hitting your warm, aching pussy. He positions himself back between your legs at the edge of the bed, on the floor on his knees for you. He trails kisses up your inner thighs before flattening his tongue and licking one solid strip up your entire cunt. You cry out, back arching, hands threatening to come out from under Nicho’s tight grip, but he’s quick enough to make sure that doesn’t happen. Euijoo’s mouth is all over your cunt, tongue exploring every crevice, then his tongue circles your clit before he closes his mouth around it.
“Fuck! JuJu, Please…I can’t-“ You whimper out, hands still held above your head by Nicho, Euijoo not affected in the slightest from your cries. Your date didn’t make you feel a quarter as good as they’re making you feel right now. You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for, you just know you need more. You look up at Nicho next to you, the look on his face is absolutely sinful. His free hand is toying with your nipples, going back and forth as he looks down on you lost in desire as his friend eats you like it’s his last meal.
“Yes you can, princess. We’re just getting started. We’re going to adore every. single. inch of you.” Nicho says, leaning down, kissing you in different spots as he puts emphasis on the last few words. He kisses your nipple, your neck, then plants a kiss on your lips, and you whimper into him, Euijoo still tearing into you below. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach as you are driven closer and closer to climax. The boys can tell by the increased speed of your breathing and moans.
“Cum on my tongue, jagi.” Euijoo backs off slightly just long enough for his thoughts to escape, and you can feel his hot breath on you. He circles your clit with his fingers, his tongue thrusting into your aching cunt underneath. Nicho’s mouth connects with your right breast, abusing the sensitive skin and your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes into you forcefully. You can’t control your movements anymore, and as much as they’re trying to hold you down at the thighs and wrists, you’re squirming underneath them, overwhelmed with pleasure. Euijoo’s fingers slow, but his tongue continues, lapping up every bit of your wetness before he pulls away. As he stands, he pulls off his shirt and sweats, leaving him in just his black boxers. Nicho hops up off the bed as well, and the boys walk towards each other.
“Let me taste her on you, Ju.” Nicholas says with a smirk as he grabs Euijoo’s face and connects their lips once again. This time their kiss is even more intense, their tongues fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths, Nicho desperate to taste you on EJ’s tongue as his hand wraps around Nicho’s waist. You look at them in amazement and whimper, still so turned on that you don’t know if it’ll ever go away. After what feels like ever, Nicho pulls away. “Christ.” Is all he mutters before placing himself between your legs, directly where Euijoo was before. Euijoo now climbing on the bed lifting your upper body and sliding underneath your back. Your back against his chest, the warmth so cozy that you wanted to stay there forever. As Euijoo settles behind you, Nicho plants a solid kiss directly onto your clit, your hips writhing underneath his hands that were gripping your thighs so hard you were certain there’d be fingerprints left. He licks up your still soaking cunt once, but instead of continuing with his mouth, you feel his right hand move from your thigh to pussy. You feel two fingers caress you up and down, gathering your wetness before pausing in front of your opening. Your cunt was practically begging to be filled at the point, you didn’t care by what. You bucked your hips down, trying to chase his fingers where they stopped, wanting them inside of you immediately.
“Patience, baby.” Euijoo whispers right into your ear, his head right next to yours, only behind you. His hot breath gives you cold chills, he notices and snickers at you quietly, and you can feel his erection against your body, fueling you even more. Nicholas circles your entrance with his fingers a few times before sheathing them inside of you painfully slow. You let your head fall back against Euijoo’s chest, and he kisses your cheek, subsequently bringing his hands to your breasts, kneading them roughly. Nicho’s fingers begin thrusting in and out of you, your whimpers automatic from the friction. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm, so you know it won’t take long the second time, especially the way his fingers are working you. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Nicho drives his fingers into you and keeps them there, curling them upwards, finding your sweet spot unbelievably quickly.
“O-oh my god, shit.” You groan, wiggling atop of Euijoo, grinding yourself into Nicho’s fingers. He strokes his fingers against your gspot at a relentless and rough pace. You can’t even fathom a thought in your brain, you’re on cloud nine, especially with Euijoo stimulating your nipples and kissing your neck, taking moments to whisper sweet praises in your ear at the same time.
“You’re taking his fingers so well, baby.” Euijoo cooed in your ear, you turn your head to see him partially, whimpering into his neck, conveying your despair,
“C’mon sweetheart, give me another one.” Nicho demands, moving his fingers even faster inside of you. Your breathing stops for just a moment as your entire body seizes and begins to shake. Nicho braces his left hand against your lower stomach as you cum, trying (and failing) to keep you still. His fingers continue their pace, the overstimulation making your head spin.
“Nicho-fuck-too much.” You whine out and Euijoo slides out from under you after placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He joins Nicho between your legs and you’re terrified of what they may have in mind. You’ve already came twice and your body is exhausted. Nicho scoots over just a little, his fingers sliding out of you to circle your clit a few times before diving back in. Your body twitches at the pleasure and messiness of your cunt. Euijoo gets on his knees beside him and the boys switch, EJ’s fingers slamming into you, curling inside of you just like Nicholas’ had been. Nicho stands up, slightly to the side and hovers his head over your pussy. You can’t imagine that they’re going to keep going. Your body can’t handle much more. But before you know it, Nico’s mouth is directly on your clit. You thrash underneath him as you yelp out, and now all four of their hands are holding you down. You lean up on your elbows, unable to control your moans, your breathing, your body, or your mind.
“I-I can’t take anymore. FUCK” You cry out in despair, the boys absolutely obliterating your every nerve. Euijoo’s fingers continue to curl up into you relentlessly as Nicho’s tongue and teeth play with your aching clit.
“Relax. Lie back, don’t fight it. Let go for us. We told you we were going to make you feel good. We’re not liars, baby.” Nicholas insures, diving right back into you after he speaks. You take his advice and lie back, trying to relax your body as they overstimulate you to your next orgasm. It hits you even quicker this time, and their hold on you gives you no room to escape from their touch.
“Thaaat’s it. That’s our good girl.” Euijoo groans out, Nicho practically moaning into your cunt at your sounds. Once your body finally stops shaking and your breathing is returning to normal, they both stand back, admiring their masterpiece. Euijoo is only in his boxers, his cock hard enough that you can see the outline of it clearly and a wet spot right where is tip is. Nicho still has his sweats on, but they’re not doing much to conceal his erection either.
“What do you want, baby? Do you want to stop here?” Euijoo says sweetly, them both circling you and sitting beside you on both sides of the bed.
“No! I-I need you. I need someone. Inside, please.” You sound unbelievably desperate, and you can’t believe you’re saying it, given the pure exhaustion you feel, but you can’t just stop here. You need to see them, touch them, feel them.
“If you change your mind, say it, or tap one of us twice if you have too much dick down your throat.” Nicho says with a laugh, you playfully shove at his chest and you all three smile, although he doesn’t move at all from your hit. A small moment of calm and sweetness before the chaos begins again.
“Who do you want where, princess?” Euijoo says, angling your head up to look him, kissing your nose.
“I don’t care, just please quit wasting time and someone fuck me.” A sudden wave of need and confidence coming out of you as you say it.
Nicho stands up and grabs underneath your hips and flips you incredibly easily. You yelp out as you weren’t prepared for that, and both boys strip quickly, their cocks both standing at full attention, red and angry.
“You fuck her Nicho. I’m gonna use this mouth until that attitude is gone.” Euijoo says cockily, your heart racing at his sudden dominance. You feel the mattress dip as both of them climb onto the bed, getting into position. Nicho hooks his hands under your hips and pulls you up, your ass in the air. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself, and you feel his length tease your entrance. As he prepares himself, Euijoo kneels on the bed in front of you, his beautiful cock at eye level. He strokes himself a few times in front of you before grabbing your hand and guiding it along his shaft, mimicking his motions. His head falls back immediately as you touch him, your fingers interlocked with his. You feel Nicho rub his tip against your entrance, teasing the both of you, until he finally decides he’s had enough. He pushes into you slowly with a deep, guttural growl, causing your cunt to clench around him tighter hearing him vocalize his pleasure. After you’re full of him, he pauses letting you both adjust. You speed up your motions on Euijoo’s dick and he pulls his hand away, letting you take control. As soon as you bring your lips down to the crown of his shaft, Nicho pulls out of you completely before slamming back into you, before pausing. again. You cry out around EJ’s cock, the thrust pushing your head down further than you had intended for now, a moan escaping his throat as well from the feeling of your warm, wet mouth.
“Nicho, don’t stop. Please.” You took your mouth off of Euijoo in front of you just for a moment to plead to his friend behind you, then bring your lips back down around him. His hips accidentally buck up into your mouth, chasing the pleasure. He places his hand atop of your head and whispers a quiet “sorry I can’t help it,” as you suck him harder and faster.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Nicho taunts before dragging out of you and thrusting back into you, but not stopping this time. His pace is nonstop, hard and fast. You moan continuously around Euijoo’s cock and he begins fucking into your mouth, not hard but fast. Tears form in your eyes at the intrusion in your throat and pussy, both boys chasing their climax, using you like their own personal fuck toy, and it turned you on more than you’d like to admit. Euijoo stares down at you, choking on him and wipes the tear as it falls, the look on his face full of pure hunger. Nicho sounds just as close and desperate behind you as you and Euijoo are. He leans closer into you as he fucks you, his and EJ’s faces just inches apart above you. In an instant their lips are rejoining, the kiss is messy, them not being able to control their moans into each other’s mouths. You can’t really see them, but the knowledge of them needing each other in that moment, sharing their moans, sends you over the edge, cumming for the fourth time tonight. You sob around Euijoo’s dick and your body convulses as Nicho keeps stretching you with each thrust. They pull apart from each other as Euijoo speaks.
“F-fuck Jagi, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” You continue your methodical work on his cock as you come down from your orgasm and you feel his body tense up as his cum shoots down your throat. He groans deeply as his high hits him hard, you moan around him as he descends and the vibration causes him to whimper from overstimulation. You swallow every drop of him and he pulls out of your mouth, just as he does so, Nicho plunges into you one last time and unloads inside of your cunt with a load moan. He stays there for a moment as he regains consciousness, trying to control his breathing.
“My god…” Nicho breathes out with a heavy sigh and a slight laugh. The second he pulls out of you, you roll over and slump onto the bed, both boys collapsing next to you, silence filling the formerly noisy room.
“Gonna go out with that guy again?” Euijoo laughs out, not being able to control himself. Nicho shoves at his shoulder over you, hinting at him to leave you alone.
“EJ! Leave the poor thing alone. She’s had a rough night.” Nicho defends with a frown, all three of you a giggling mess, curling into each other.
“Surely she’s better now. Aren’t you, jagi?” Euijoo follows, eagerly waiting for your response.
“So much better.”
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