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“Heeeeyyyy Chance…” You croon as you waltz into his office. 

Behind his desk, he sits leaning his head on his hand. In front of him are what you can assume are G&G notes. Scattered around him are various D20s. He’s likely brewing up an encounter. 

“Hey, oh.” He looks up, then his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you. 

Leaning against the door your clad only in new set of lingerie you had recently purchased. In your opinion, Chance had been working way too hard. Spending night after night on his project of mixing therapy with tabletop role playing. An endeavor you were quite proud of him working on. However, it felt like the last couple of weeks you had been neglected. Your usually ravenous partner, now dead tired after working all day. When he would normally have his face between your thighs, he instead was passed out beside you. Not even removing his glasses before lights out. So, you wanted to treat him to a little break. It was also a treat for you, but you weren’t going to mention it. 

“Love, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy. I need to work on this before my next group appointment tomorrow.” Chance gave you a dejected look, but you were determined to continue on your own quest. 

“Oh don’t mind me, you can keep working.” You walked over, standing behind his chair. “I can just keep you company, if you know what I mean.” You began to run your hands down his chest, but he stopped you by grabbing one of your wrists. 

“Seriously, I really can’t right now.” He pressed a soft kiss to your hand. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

You felt your heart drop, feeling as if you had been rejected. Then the disappointment turned into irritation. Fine, if he was going to be that you could leave. 

Letting out a frustrated huff, you stalked away. Throwing over your shoulder, “Fine, I’ll just take care of myself. It’s not like I’ve been doing it for half a month anyway.” 

“What was that?” Chance’s question made you pause at the door. 

“I said I can take care of myself. Thank you very much.” 

Before you could fully exit the room, Chance managed to make it to you. Grabbing your wrist he turned you back to him. Meeting his eyes, you shivered. His gaze was dark, a warning. 

It had been awhile since you had been a brat with him. Seems like your attitude had finally caught his attention. 

“You’re staying.” He said lowly, his eyes moving over your barely clad form. Finally fully taking in the view. 

Internally, he knew his self restraint was waning. It had been awhile since he had you. You weren’t the only one that had been dealing with an ever growing want. No, more like a need. 

“I’ll give you what you want.” He said, though you felt there was a catch. 

“Don’t worry about it.” You tried to pull from his grasp, but he wouldn’t let you. “I’ll be fine on my own. You need to get your work done. Wouldn’t want to distract you or anything.” You gave him a challenging look. One that had his jaw ticking. 

Oh, so that’s how you were going to be. So be it, Chance could handle this. He knew how to get you to behave. 

“On the desk. Spread your legs.” He released your hand, allowing you to follow his command. 

His tone had your legs wobbly. You knew you were in for it now. But you a finally had his attention at least. 

Obeying his order, you walked over to the desk. Moving his work to the side, Chance provided you an open space. He sat in his rolling chair, pushing himself toward you. Thick hands trailed up your thighs, making you shiver. 

“Have I been neglecting you, love?” There was an edge to his question, meaning there was a right answer. 

“Yes.” You didn’t add anything else, keeping that challenging look on him. 

A flash of something dark appeared in his gaze, but he pushed forward. Wrong answer. 

“Let me make it up to you then.” 

His hands reached for the thong you were wearing. Lifting your hips, you helped him slide the piece off. Dripping with slick, your pussy was practically pulsating. Chance licked his lips at the sight, stifling a groan. Sliding a finger through your folds, he hummed. 

“Poor thing, you really are desperate, huh?” He crooned at you. 

Nodding emphatically, you squeaked as he teased around your sensitive clit. 

“Yes! Ah! I am.” You bit your lip as his thick fingers slid over your heat, teasing your hole. 

Suddenly, Chance dived in. Thick, warm tongue lapping through your folds as you let out a long moan. Finally. Finally, he was touching you. Giving you what you had been desperately craving. Fuck, you needed this. 

Lips sucking around your clit had your hips jolting. Strong hands forced your thighs down and spread apart as Chance continued to eat you out with vigor. Determined to please…or so you thought.  

That familiar heat was building in your belly. Each stroke of Chance’s tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Soon, you felt yourself near the peak. Just as your thighs were about to clamp around his head, Chance pulled away abruptly. 

A loud whine was torn from your lips at the loss. 

Looking down you saw Chance was giving you a smug smirk. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He teased. 

“Y-you! I was so close!” 

“Oh, you were? I’m so sorry.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, then his gaze shifted back to the dark one. “Now, are you done being a brat?” 

“A brat? What are you talking about?” You tried to pretend, but you both knew the truth. 

“I’ll just go take care of myself.” Chance mocked your voice, making your face turn red. “Ah there it is. I was right!” He cheered himself with a smug grin. 

“Y-you were not!” You tried to defend yourself, but it was futile. 

“Did you think behaving that way would get you what you want? That I’d grovel and just let you cum without you even asking?”

“Fuck you.” You spat, eyes narrowing. 

“Oh, don’t worry, you will.” His words made heat flare in your belly. “But you’re gonna earn it first.” 

With that, he reached for the belt on his pants. Ripping it off and dropping it to the floor. Shuffling off his pants and boxers, his thick hard cock flopped out. A sight that had your mouth watering.  

“Take a seat, sweetheart.” He pulled you off the desk, flipping your body around. 

Angling your hips, he shuffled beneath you. Slowly, he pressed his thick tip into your dripping hole. The feeling had you choking out a sob. It felt like forever since he had filled you up like this. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his cock pushed deep into you. The head of his length pressed snuggly against your gummy sweet spot, but he didn’t move. Instead, his fingers began to circle around your clit. He sighed, hot air hitting your neck as he settled into his chair. 

“You’re gonna stay still while I work, then we’ll see if you earned your reward.” 

Nodding, you let out a whine. 

“Good.” 

His fingers picked up the pace. Heat flared in your core, beginning to build up again. Each swoop around your clit had your pussy walls fluttering around him. A pleasant feeling that had Chance humming contently as he returned to his work. 

While he scribbled away at notes, his fingers absentmindedly played with your needy cunt. Each time he felt you about to cum, he pulled away. Then landed a smack on your sensitive clit, but he would never let you finish. 

The fourth time he brought you to the edge only to rip it away, you let out a sob. Hot, fat tears dripped down your face. One’s that Chance wiped away with a coo. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m almost done. You’ve done so well.” This time it wasn’t teasing, a genuine praise that had you nodding. 

Thankfully, Chance had finished up quickly. Ending his work by shutting the journal, then smacking against your clit once more. You whimpered at the shock of pleasure and pain. 

“Can you stand for me?” He asked you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. 

Nodding, you wobbly stood up. Chance followed your body, staying snuggly inside of you. Once you were up, he pressed your front down onto the desk. 

“You did such a good job.” He said, trailing kisses down your back. “I think you’ve earned your reward.” His words had you letting out a low moan. 

Slowly, he slid out of your cunt, only to slam right back in. The force had you crying out. His cock hitting that sweet spot within you with precision as he began to thrust hard and fast. 

Finally, finally, finally! The voice in your head screamed out, while all you could do was moan and whine with each deep thrust into your needy cunt. 

It didn’t take long for heat to build up within you once again. God, you hoped he wouldn’t stop you. The walls of your pussy clenched then unclenched around Chance, making him groan lowly. Fuck, how could he forget how good you felt wrapped around him like this? The feeling of your cunt pulling him in was addicting. With how much he had edged you, he knew that your impending orgasm was going to rock through you. 

And rock through you it did. A final press perfectly into your gummy spot had you crying out. Your pussy clenched around Chance’s cock with a death grip, forcing him to cum with you. It surprised the man, forcing him to moan out. Hot ropes of his cum filled your heat as you rode out your orgasm. Sparks of pleasure had your body shivering as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The feeling was almost never ending. Your pussy pulsating after finally achieving release.

Behind you, Chance groaned. Soft walls were still clenching and unclenching around his cock, an overstimulating feeling, but he couldn’t pull out of you. Not just yet. 

With soothing hands, Chance helped you come down from your high. Sighing, you melted into the feeling of his hands caressing you. He pressed soft kisses up your back, ending at your ear. 

“I’m sorry for being away from you for so long.” He said softly, adding another kiss. 

“It’s okay, Chance. I know you’ve been working hard on that project. I don’t want to distract you from it.”

“I don’t mind a distraction now and then.” He teased. 

Turning around you gave him a smirk. 

“Are you actually going to let me distract you?”

“Hmm, we’ll see.” He gave you his own devilish smirk. 

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“Please, please, please help me with this!” You were practically in tears as you had the nerd cornered in a desolate hall. 

“Why do you want my help? T-there’s plenty of tutors out there!” Jerry raised his hands in defense. 

“None of them actually help me! I never understand. But I finally got it when we did that group project last week. Like, seriously! Like, you’re magical or something.” 

“I just explained the why to you.” Jerry felt sweat bead on his forehead. 

Here you were, one of the hottest fucking people that went to this community college, asking him of all people to tutor you in math. He was doing his best to be a gentleman. Lord knows how hard it was working on that group project together. But dammit, that low cut top displaying practically everything he wanted to see was not aiding him.

“I know, and I need to understand more! Like, why won’t you help me?” You pouted, oh, you pouted. 

That jutted out lip with those puppy dog eyes. Fuck, Jerry was a goner. 

“F-fine! I’ll help you!” Jerry relented. There was no way he could say “no” to a face like that. Not when paired with those perfect breasts. 

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You gave him the brightest smile, wrapping your arms around his skinny frame in a tight hug,making him feel your chest press against him. 

“Does tomorrow evening work? I’ve got dance practice tonight, but tomorrow I’m free.” You gave him another sweet smile. 

“Y-yeah. Tomorrow evening works.”

“Great! Can we do your place again?”

“Uh, sure.” 

Jerry remembered when you had first suggested working at his apartment. He thought he was going to have a heart attack. You sitting beside him in his bedroom had his heart rate skyrocketing. The space had you pressed up right against him. He could smell the sweet perfume you were wearing, and had the perfect view down your shirt. Again, try as he did to be a gentleman, it seemed futile with you around. 

“Yay! I owe you Jerbear!” You said, before turning around.

He gulped, watching you saunter away. That too short of a skirt providing the loveliest view of your toned thighs. Oh, he was a goner for sure. 

Before you came over, Jerry had some things he needed to handle. 

“I’m begging you, please don’t make it weird.” Jerry had his two roommates sitting in front of him. 

“Weird? Who made it weird last time?” Parker asked, appearing actually confused. 

“You did, asshole.” Chance smacked Parker upside the head. “You were staring at her tits the entire time Jerry was introducing you guys.” 

“Like you did any better!” Parker jabbed back. “You were staring at her ass the whole time!” 

“Yeah, but at least she couldn’t see me do it!” Chance stuck a thick finger in Parker’s face.

“This is what I mean! You were ogling her like a piece of meat the entire time she was here! And she’s gonna be coming over more often now!” Jerry said, then regretted as his friends turned to him with sly smiles.

“Why’s that?” Chance asked. 

“I’m tutoring her in math. That’s all.” Jerry stiffened up. 

“Is ‘math’ code word for bangin’?” Parker teased. 

“N-no! She just wants help! She practically begged me yesterday!” Jerry immediately shut his mouth at that reveal.

Dammit, Jerry! Why’d you have to overshare like that? He admonished himself internally. 

Both Chance and Parker shared devilish grins. 

“Stop thinking like that!” Jerry said.

“Thinking like what?” Chance asked, nudging Parker.

“Like perverts!” Jerry huffed. 

“Pfft, like you’re any better than us! I’m sure you’re cranking your hog every night to the thought of those tits!” Parker crossed his hands behind his head, giving Jerry a knowing look. 

“T-that’s not true!” Jerry’s face turned bright red. 

“Yeah, Park. He’s jerkin’ it to her ass. Like a classy gentleman.” Chance chuckled at his friend’s flustered state.

“¿Por qué no los dos?” Parker teased back. 

“You guys are the worst. Just try to keep your staring to a minimum. That’s all I’m asking.” 

“I swear, I will stare at her tits for only three seconds.” Parker raised his hand in a “scout salute.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think I can make any promises, Jer.” Chance shrugged. 

“Whatever. She’s coming over at five tomorrow. Please be nice.” 

“We’re just fucking with you, man. We’ll be on our best behavior. Ain’t that right, Parker?” Chance turned to his friend.

“I guess I can…” He chuckled. 

The next day went by both too quickly and too slow for Jerry. His whole being was filled with nerves at the thought of you coming over. Soon enough, there was a knock on the front door. Before Jerry could reach it, Parker had answered. Shooting Jerry a shit eating grin, Parker opened the front door. 

“Hey!” Parker leaned in the doorframe.

“Hey! I’m here to see Jerry!” You gave him a sweet smile. 

Parker’s eyes dropped from your face to your chest, then quickly returned up. 

“Yeah! Jerry’s friend. What’s your name?” He asked.

You gave him your name, trying to peak over Parker’s shoulder to see inside the apartment. 

“Is Jerry home?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Parker turned over his shoulder. “Jerry, you’re friend’s here!” 

“I’m aware.” Jerry pushed Parker out of the way, meeting you at the door. “Sorry about him.” 

“Oh don’t worry, Parker was just saying hi to me!” You said. 

Jerry was surprised you remembered his name. Though, a character like Parker was hard to forget. 

“Cool, cool. Well, we can just go to my room and get started.” Jerry said, ushering you inside. 

Quickly, Jerry pushed you to his bedroom. Trying his best to avoid dealing with his intrusive roommates. 

Inside, you settled in quickly. You had been to his place before for the group project, and pretty much had a designated stool next to his desk chair. He had offered you the chair since it was more comfortable, but you always refused. 

“So, where do you want to start?” Jerry asked. Already he felt the temperature of the room grow with your presence. 

Of course, you were wearing one of those low cut tops of yours. Making it very hard for Jerry to not stare at your tits. Then there were those tight leggings. Accentuating your ass beautifully. It practically made him drool. 

Pulling out your math textbook, you opened it to the chapter you had been struggling with. Advanced algebra was a nightmare for you. Math was always a difficult subject, and college level math was no different. Though, you had finally found a way to understand it through Jerry. 

The two of you were in the same physic’s class, and you discovered that the way he explained math made perfect sense to you. You had managed to ace your project and your next physic’s test with Jerry’s help. You hoped he could do the same with non-physics related math. 

Despite your outward appearance as a “dumb bimbo”, Jerry had found you were quite smart. Not that he had thought you were stupid. You just had this air of naivety that surrounded you, it seemed like some enjoyed taking advantage of that. 

When you worked with him, he discovered you were quite insightful. Even if your vocabulary didn’t necessarily reflect that, you had a self-awarness that he didn’t expect. Knowing what it was like to be looked down on, Jerry didn’t judge you. Which is what drew you to him. He never treated you like you were stupid. 

Every time you had tried getting help for math, you were always made to feel like an idiot. Jerry worked to learn about you, figure out what you were actually struggling with. It made you feel seen in a way you never had. So, you were desperate for his help. Especially since you were on the cusp of failing math. 

Together, you and Jerry worked on the chapter’s homework. He took the time to figure out what you weren’t grasping. Then, he managed to explain the work in a way that made total sense to you. When you correctly completed a question, you cheered. Sharing a glowing smile with him that had his chest tightening. By the time you were done with the work, you were beaming with excitement. Finally, you found a way to understand this subject that had been stumping you for ages!

Turning to Jerry, you found he appeared a bit skittish. A sight that you had often found when you had worked with him. It seemed like the more time you spent with him, the more nervous he got. 

“Hey, do I make you anxious?” You asked him, concern laced in your brow. 

“W-what makes you ask that?” He gulped. 

“Well, you practically ran away from me the other day. And right now you’re acting nervous.” 

“Uh, well, um. You, uh…” How could he put this. “You kind of intimidate me.” He decided to be honest, though he regretted it at the sight of your face falling. 

“Oh.” You said quietly. “Why?” 

“Well, um, I mean… look at you. A girl like you, near a guy like me…” 

“I don’t understand.” You cocked your head like a confused puppy. Looking just as cute. 

“You’re popular, athletic. And I’m…”

“A nerd?” You added, a cheeky smirk on your face. 

“Exactly.” 

“Jerry, not to be mean. That’s a silly thing to be anxious about.” 

“It is?” 

“A bit. Life isn’t a movie. I’m popular because I’m friends with all kinds of people, not just the popular ones.” 

“Oh, I see.” Jerry let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing his neck with an embarrassed blush. 

“I like to think we’re friends.” You added with a soft smile.

“You do?” Jerry felt his chest tighten. 

“Mhmm! I like you.” You said. 

“I like you too.” There was a double meaning to that statement for Jerry. 

“Is there anything I could do for you?” You switched the topic. 

“Eh, what do you mean?” Jerry asked.

“Like since you tutored me. I wanna do something for you!” You said with your classic sweet smile. 

“Well, I…” He thought on it, then came up with something. Perhaps there was a way he could learn how to get to your heart. 

“Could you maybe tutor me?” He asked, nervously twiddling his fingers. 

“Tutor you? In what?” 

“Well, um. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and you seem to know more about dating… and stuff.” 

“And stuff?” You nudged him with a smirk. 

“Yes. And… stuff. So would you want to tutor me on how to you know, date and things.” 

“And things…” You trailed, biting your lip. “Jerry, we’re adults, you don’t have to tiptoe around the subject. 

“I just don’t really know how to talk about it.” 

“Because you’re a virgin?” Right out with it, how bold you were. 

“Well! Yeah…” He looked down dejectedly. 

Softly, you lifted his chin with your hand. The physical contact had his heart jolting. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about. And of course I can teach you about dating… and stuff.” 

“Oh! Cool, cool, cool.” 

“Wanna start tonight?” You asked him, leaning in. 

His eyes darted to your breasts smushed together in between your arms, then back to your eyes. 

“Jerry, do you want to touch me?” You asked him, eyes drooping lustfully. 

Holy shit, no fucking way.

“M-maybe.” 

Leaning even closer, Jerry’s breath hitched. Your lips were just inches from his.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You asked softly.

He licked his lips nervously, nodding. 

“Oh, very much so.” 

With that, you closed the space between you. Pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Surprised, Jerry sat their wide eyed. Unsure of what to do. Pulling back, you giggled. 

“Jerry, you’re supposed to kiss me back.” 

“Right, right.” Jerry nodded.

This time he leaned in with you. Clumsily, he slotted his lips with yours. It had been a long time since he had kissed anyone. He did not have much practice with it. His hand cupped your cheek as you led the way. Pressing heated kisses to his lips, then slipping your tongue into his mouth. He followed your lead. Tangling his tongue with yours with a groan. You whined into his mouth. 

Grabbing his free hand, you moved it to cup your breast over your shirt. Slightly pulling back, you huffed against his lips with a whine. 

“Jerry, please touch me.” 

That set off a fire in him. His hand squeezed at your breast, making you moan into his mouth. His other hand squeezed the other one. You were so soft in his hands. He wanted more. Pulling back, he took a breath and took in the sight of you. 

Your hair was mussed up, lips pink and kiss bitten as your eyes drooped with a lustful gaze.

“Wanna move to my bed?” He asked.

You nodded profusely, dragging him up with you and onto the bed. Jerry laid down as you straddled over him. Pressing hot kisses against his lips, you began to trail down. Kissing down his chin, then his neck. Sucking on his sensitive skin, he let out a moan at the feeling. Sliding down his chest, your hand reached over his pants. A prominent bulge met your palm. Oh, he’s big. Squeezing softly, Jerry groaned. Grabbing your hand, he shook his head. 

“S-sorry. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna ejaculate.” He said, nervously licking his lips. 

“Okay. Is there anything else you want to do?” You asked him. 

“Actually, y-yeah.” He stuttered out. 

You sat up as you straddled him, motioning for Jerry to continue. 

“Could you sit on my face?” He asked. 

Your face burned red at his request. 

“I’ve never eaten a girl out before. But I’ve always liked the idea. And I bet you taste really good.” He spouted out, speaking without breathing till the end. 

“Oh.” You looked at him with wide eyes, then shook off your surprise. “I-I can do that for you. I just don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t. I just want to make you feel good.” He said, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. 

Nodding slowly, you shifted. Removing your pants and your panties, you let them drop to the floor. Leaving your lower half exposed. Jerry groaned at the sight. Your dripping pussy glistening with need. Already so wet, and you had barely even begun. 

Reaching for your thighs, Jerry coaxed you over his face. Without warning, he brought your hips down. You yelped, then moaned as you felt his tongue swipe through your dripping folds. With just a taste, Jerry was addicted. You were fucking delicious. He needed more. His tongue lapped away at you, drinking in every drop he could. 

However, he was a bit clumsy. Pushing up, you lifted slightly away. Jerry whined at the loss, but you shushed him. 

“Jerry, let me tell you what to do.” You said. 

Beneath you, he nodded profusely. Willing to do anything to please you. 

“Right here.” You spread open your folds, tapping on your clit. “That’s my clitoris. Pay attention to it.” 

He nodded again. 

“And here”, you plunged a finger into your tight hole with a whine. “That’s the entrance to my pussy.” Jerry groaned at your words. He was receiving the best tutoring he could ever imagine. 

Slowly, you lowered yourself back down. Jerry immediately went to work. Lapping away at your folds. Being sure to circle the tip of his tongue around your sensitive nub. Since he was taking your lesson seriously, Jerry was a fast learner. Soaking in every moan and every twitch of your body, he memorized what was pleasing you. Needing to make sure that you were satisfied by the end of your time together. 

Above his face, you were a whining mess. Your moans grew louder and louder as a knot grew in your belly. Jerry was now expertly licking away at your sex. Each pass over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through your body. The knot was tightening, begging to snap at any moment.
“Jerry, I’m close!” You cried out, grinding against his mouth as you chased your high. 

Beneath you, Jerry moaned. He needed to make you feel amazing. 

One final flick of his tongue on your clit had you snapping. Thighs shook and clenched against Jerry’s head, making him groan. He would gladly die in this position. Your pussy ground against his tongue as white hot pleasure coursed through you. 

Soft slow licks against your dripping heat brought you down from the high. As you tried to lift yourself up, Jerry’s arms wrapped around your thighs, yanking you back down on his face. Yelping you squirmed with overstimulation as he continued to lap away at you. 

“J-jerry! Ah!” You moaned as his lips sucked around your clit, making your hips jolt. 

He continued to attack at your pussy with his tongue. Exploring every way he could get you to cry out. It was becoming too much. Too much pleasure, but still you let him go at it. Another orgasm growing in your belly as your pussy pressed against his lips and tongue. He moaned against you, making you moan in return. 

His tongue focused on your overstimulated clit. Flicking quickly, making you cry out. Pleasure building and building inside you. Then, it burst. This time, Jerry felt slick spray out from you as you cried out at the feeling of your second orgasm rocking through your body. His tongue languidly moved through your folds as you rode his face. 

When you came down from the high, you had to force yourself off of his face. He whined at the loss, wanting to pull you back down on his lips. 

“J-jerry, it’s too much!” You squealed as he pressed a final kiss to your clit. 

He looked up at you, a dopey smile on his face. 

“You taste sooooo good…” He trailed. 

“T-thank you.” You felt yourself blush at the compliment, then you remembered he hadn’t been taken care of. “Do you want me to-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said sheepishly. “I, uh, already finished.” 

Looking behind you, you saw a dark patch on his pants. 

“Oh.” You blushed again. He came just from eating you out…

“Yeah. That was amazing.” He said. 

“Yeah it was. You are really good at that.” You bit your lip.

“Guess I have a really good tutor.” 

Jerry helped you clean up, then changed into a fresh pair of pants and underwear. Softly, you pressed a kiss to his lips with a smile. 

“Thank you.” You said. “That was really fun.”

“Y-yeah.” 

“Mind if you keep tutoring me?” You asked him with a sweet smile. 

“Of course. As long as you keep tutoring me?” He asked nervously.

Pressing another kiss to his lips with a nod.

“I think that can be arranged.” 

With that, Jerry led you out the door. You gave him a wave before heading out of the complex. 

Turning back inside, Jerry was met with his roommates looking at him with wide grins. 

“Not a fucking word.” Jerry said, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. 

“Awww, c’mon. We want to be tutored too!” Parker chuckled. 

“I don’t know, Park. I think we got a secondary education. These walls are quite thin.” Chance teased. 

“You guys are the fucking worst.” Jerry sighed. 

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Swirling your finger around your now empty glass, you watched Eddie work away at the bar. Shaking and straining drinks, conversing politely with customers, wiping down the bar. The movement of his hands had you transfixed and your mind wandering. When he finally had a moment, you spoke up.

“Hey…” Your voice was slurred, the liquor from your nighttime drinks lowered your inhibitions. Meaning, your knack for tact was nonexistent.

Eddie’s steely eyes shot your way, harsh gaze softening when he saw you watching him. Leaning your head on your hand, the look in your eyes had Eddie’s heart tightening. It was no wonder he had become a softy. Especially when you were giving him that adoring gaze that practically made him melt. 

It took a moment, then Eddie realized he hadn’t actually responded to you yet. An embarrassed blush dusted his cheeks as he let out an awkward chuckle. 

“Hey there… stranger?” He tried something new.

You let out an amused laugh. Eyes crinkling as you smiled brightly at him. 

“I was wondering something.” You said. 

“What have you been wondering about?” He asked, interest piqued. He copied your pose, laying his chin on hand as he leaned over the bartop to look at you. 

“Well, you and Volt run the electricity in the home…” You bit your lip, wondering if you should continue. 

“I’m aware.” The corners of his lips turned into a smirk. He wondered where this was going. Considering how you got when drunk, he had a sneaking suspicion.

“So can you like, conjure up electricity?” 

“I can. Would you like to see?” He asked, fully knowing the answer.

Nodding profusely, your eyes lit up. You sat up straight in your seat, giving him your full attention. 

“Oh, yes please!” 

Chuckling, Eddie lifted his fingers. With a quick snap, you watched sparks fly from his fingers. You sat in awe, mouth agape at the action. 

“Wow.” 

“I can do more than that.” Eddie’s smile grew along with your enthusiasm. 

He lifted both of his hands, then shot multiple lines of electricity between each of his fingers. Then the electricity trailed around his hands with precise control. Looking at Eddie’s face, it seemed like he was in awe of himself. After a moment, he let the electricity fade back into his body. He looked back up at you, puffing his chest proudly.

“I didn’t think I could still do that.” He said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Before the reset. If I tried to use electricity outside of the wires, I

 would fry myself out. Only Volt could do it without injuring himself. But…” He looked at his hands, then back at you. “I can do it again.”

“All thanks to our live wire.” A British accent spoke up behind you. 

“Me?” You looked over your shoulder at Volt.

“Yes, you.” Eddie answered for him. “You fixed me. Fixed us.” He motioned between him and Volt. 

“You’re giving me too much credit.” You shook your head. 

“And you’re not giving yourself enough.” Volt lovingly ruffled your hair. 

Grumbling to yourself, you shook him off. Whatever, guess you could just change the subject. 

“So you can control electricity too?” You asked Volt.

He let out a huff, recognizing your wish to abstain from the previous topic. So be it. They’ll get you to accept it eventually. 

“I can, yes.” 

He then did something you had never witnessed before. Starting at his head, you watched as his skin came to life in a blue glow, his stark white hair growing even brighter. You could feel your skin buzzing being near him. As if you were in a trance, you reached out to him, but a strong hand clamped down on your shoulder. Leaning way over the bar, Eddie was looking at you with concern. 

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said bluntly. 

“I’m a bit volatile in this state.” Volt said. 

“I think you’re beautiful.” Your drunken words slipped out as you stared at the man in awe.

Shocked by your statement, Volt’s electric form dropped. A deep blush on his cheeks as he took in your words. Typically, he was the one praising and complimenting you. Now that the tables were turned, he was unsure how to respond.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, worry furrowing your brow. Did you say something wrong?

“Ah, yes! My apologies, that was… unexpected.” He shuffled in place, not knowing what to do.

“Well maybe I should tell you that more often.” You stood up.

You walked up to him, then planted a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, Volt cupped your face, holding you in place.

“Did you think you were going to be able to walk away with just that?” He purred against your lips, his confidence returning. 

“I dunno.” You slurred, still clearly drunk. 

Volt pressed a deeper kiss to your lips. Briefly teasing his tongue against yours, then letting you go. Best not to make things too heated considering the state you were in. 

Turning around, you made your way behind the bar. Providing Eddie with a soft kiss of his own. One that he didn’t let you pull away from. Pressing his lips against yours heatedly as he trailed his tongue with yours. The taste of you making him groan. 

“Why did you ask about the electricity?” He asked as he pulled back from you. 

For a moment, your mind went sober. Wondering if you should ask the question that you had been oh so curious about. Fuck it, might as well. 

“Would you ever want to use it on me?” You asked. 

Eddie’s eyes went wide. Sure, he had thought about it once or twice. If only to show off for you. The thought of having you so pliant and obedient just from a brush of his touch did get him going though. And he wasn’t the only one. Volt seemed just as curious if not even more. 

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you. If I use too much I could burn you.” Eddie admitted that concern to you.

“I don’t think you’d hurt me. I trust you.” 

Those three words. Those damned three words. They had Eddie absolutely melting for you. 

“Okay.” He looked up at his other partner. “What do you say, Volt? We give our spark some sparks to enjoy themself?” 

“Oh that sounds lovely.” Volt said, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. 

After you left, the men began to plan a special night for you. One where you would be sober and fully aware of everything they were going to do to your body. 

When the night came, they closed up shop. Escorting you to their living space, you felt yourself growing both giddy and nervous. Sure, you had experimented around with the men, but this was a new territory for you. It was like you said though, you trusted them. They would keep you safe. 

“If you want us to stop at any point, you know what you need to say. I seriously do not want to hurt you.” Eddie gave you a serious look. 

“Red.” You responded. 

“Good. Volt, you get them ready.” Eddie said, before taking a seat in front of the bed.

“Of course, Eddie.” Volt nodded, then turned to you. A grin on his face as he took you in. “We’ll have to get rid of these, I’m afraid.” He lifted at the collar of your shirt. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before raising the hem of your shirt up and off of your body. Then he removed your pants and underwear, leaving you bare and exposed. 

Volt ushered you to the bed, sitting down, then having you sit between his legs in front. Softly, he brushed his hands over your naked form. As he traced over your skin, he kissed up the column of your throat.

“Since Eddie has just relearned his abilities, he wanted me to test out how much you could take. Is that okay?” He cooed in your ear. 

“Yes.” You breathed out. 

With that, you felt a soft energy buzzing against your skin from his fingers. He ran them up the sides of your body, then over your chest. His fingers pinched at your nipples sending a small shock through them that had you gasping. Your sex pulsated from the stimulation as you let out a whine. 

“Mmm, like that did you?” 

“Yes!” You nodded, desperate for more. 

He ramped up the power just a bit, sliding his fingers down your torso. Dodging your needy sex, he went for your thighs. Tapping at the sensitive parts of your inner thigh had you jolting. Such a pleasurable pain, you wished you had requested they try it sooner. 

Volt slid his hands back up. Pausing right above your sex, he whispered heatedly. 

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes!” You breathed out, gearing yourself up for what was about to come. 

His hand smacked down lightly on your sex, sending a bit of a shock through you. The feeling had you choking out a moan. Oh fuck. Then he did it again. Loving every sound and reaction he could get from you. 

With each smack, he raised the power. Then it was too much. 

“Ah!” You scrunched your eyes shut. 

Volt immediately stopped, worried eyes looking over your uncomfortable expression. 

“I’m sorry, love. Was that too much?”

“Yes, s-sorry. But I don’t want us to stop.” You said. 

“Okay. Now we know your limit. Do you wish for us to continue?” He asked you softly. 

“I do, yes.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Good.” He returned a kiss of his own to your cheek. 

Looking in front of him, Volt nodded to Eddie. Eddie walked over to a dresser in the room. From it he pulled out rope and some lube. 

“Darling, we’re going to tie you up. Then we’ll have our fun with you.” Volt said, his words dripping with lust. 

His tone made your belly flare with heat. 

Expertly, Eddie tied your hands and upper body. Then he attached your arms to an anchor point on their ceiling, leaving you standing vulnerably for them to do as they pleased. 

In front of you, you watched Volt and Eddie share a passionate kiss. As they tangled their tongues, you saw sparks shoot between them. Pulling back, Eddie nodded.

“That’s the strength then?” Eddie asked. 

“Yes. It’s the amount they can handle.” 

With that, the men turned their attention to you. Eddie cupped your jaw with a strong hand, forcing you into a deep kiss. One that had you moaning. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck, then down your torso. Tongue teasing at you nipples, lightly shocking them before he continued down. When he arrived at your sex, he licked up a shocking stripe. The feeling had your hips jolting as you whined. 

“Live wire, would you prefer to take us together or separately?” Volt asked you.

“Together!” You cried out as you felt Eddie's tongue shock you once more. “I-I need to feel you both!” 

“Very well.” Volt purred against your lips before kissing you. 

His fingers made their way to your nipples, stimulating them with shocks as Eddie worked at your sex. Eddie’s fingers made their way to your hole. He had lubed them up and was now pressing his fingers in. 

You moaned at the intrusion, bucking your hips at the feeling. His fingers curled just right, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. With the shocks and the fingering, you felt you were in absolute bliss. 

“Look at that, Eddie. Already gone and we haven’t even fucked them yet.” 

“Heh, we haven’t even made them cum.” Eddie chuckled at the state you were in. 

Your eyes were glazed over, mouth hung open with streams of moans pouring out of you from their ministrations. Nowhere within you could you find yourself talking back to them. The only thought on your mind was the pure bliss you were feeling. 

Eventually, Eddie sufficiently prepped your needy hole. Pulling his fingers out, you let out a whine at the loss. Eddie chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be stuffed full soon enough.

By now Eddie and Volt had taken you together plenty of times. They had their routine down to a “T” when it came to preparing you. The two lubed up their swollen cocks, desperate to fill your sensitive hole. 

The first to slide in was Eddie. His thick cock stretched you out deliciously, making you keen. Your chest pressed up against Volt who was stationed in front of you. Inch by inch, Eddie pushed his length inside. Feeling your walls flutter around him had the man groaning. God, you felt so good. When he was nestled deep inside, it was Volt’s turn. 

Slowly, Volt pushed inside your hole from the front. Eddie moaned at the feeling of Volt’s cock sliding against his own. You were stretched out, but it felt so good to be full. To be full of them. 

Once Volt was pushed all the way in, you all relaxed for a moment. Relishing in the feelings you were providing each other. 

Looking over your shoulder, Volt locked eyes with Eddie. The man nodded, then they began to move in and out of you. 

As their cocks used your hole, Eddie’s arm wrapped around your front. His hand trailed down your belly, then smacked your sex with a shock. You moaned at the feeling, and the men moaned with you as your holed tightened around their lengths. 

Volt took to your nipples, stimulating them with small shocks as well. It was all too much. Pleasure was building within you at a rapid speed that you had yet to experience. Both of the men’s cocks pushing into your sweet spot along with the electricity was, well… electrifying. 

Heat was building up in your belly. Each shock and shove of their cocks had it flaring up more and more. You knew your climax was arriving soon. They did too. Feeling your wall constrict around their cocks, they pushed forward. Wishing to give you the best orgasm you have ever had. 

All it took was a final smack against your sex and a push in of their cocks and you were done for. White hot pleasure coursed through you, making you scream out. Your release sprayed onto Volt’s lower half. The feeling of your hole tightening had the men moaning loudly. 

Eddie was the first to cum. He couldn’t handle how tight your hole was, his cock was begging for release. You felt him fill you up, making him let out a long groan. 

Volt continued to fuck your hole. Chasing after his orgasm, lightly shocking your body as he pounded up into your hole. The feeling of  your fluttering walls had him practically crying. His warm cum filled your tight hole as he groaned. You moaned, feeling extremely content at the feeling of them shoved deep inside you. 

Slowly, the men pulled out of you. With tenderness, Eddie untied you. Kissing softly at the marks left from the rope. Volt helped clean you off, showering you with sweet kisses and praise as he wiped you down. 

Curled up in bed, you found yourself exhausted. Yawning, you snuggled into Volt’s chest.

“Wow.” You said. “I have certainly learned something new.” 

“Is that so?” Volt teased.

“You know it. Wish I would’ve asked you guys to do that sooner.” 

“Well, I suppose you should reap the benefits of your hard work.” Volt teased. 

“It’s not a transaction, Volt.” You poked at his chest. “I care about you, and wanted to make sure you were safe and happy.” 

“And you’ve done just that.” Eddie chimed in from behind you. “Now, I’d like to try to sleep tonight.” 

You and Volt shared a look, then chuckled. 

“Goodnight, my loves.” You said, before shutting your eyes.

“Goodnight, live wire.” Volt said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

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Clicking of the front door lock had Parker peeking over the couch. As expected, his roommate Chance entered the hall, behind him was a new addition. When you entered, Parker’s heart dropped. No fucking way.

“And this is the place!” Chance said, motioning to the interior of the apartment, then nervously scratching at the back of his neck. 

“It’s very neat!” You said politely, though you hadn’t even been given a full tour. 

“I’ll show you around.” Chance turned, spotting Parker looking at him. “Oh! Hey Park! Didn’t realize you were home.” Chance said your name, then motioned to Parker. “This is my roommate, Parker.”

“Oh! You’re Parker.” You said, immediately recognizing his face. 

“You two know each other?” Chance asked. 

“Kinda. He frequents the same coffee shop I do. Kinda hard to forget someone with such colorful hair.” 

As soon as you mentioned the coffee shop , Chance’s eyes went wide. Oh no.

Going back just a few weeks ago, the school year had begun once more. Out of nowhere, Parker burst into their shared apartment in a frenzy. Catching Chance off-guard, Parker slammed his hands on his friend’s shoulders shaking him profusely. 

“Chance, Chance, Chance! Ohmygodyouwouldnotbelieve-!” Parker started on a tangent, but Chance stopped him. Placing his hands on Parker’s shoulders, he lightly pushed him back. 

“Let’s take a breath, kay?” He asked his frenzied friend. 

“I can’t take a breath, not when the person I just met absolutely took my breath away!” Parker exclaimed. “Chance, I’m serious. I don’t know how to explain it, I just saw them and it felt like I knew!”

“Knew what, exactly?” Chance queried, with a quirked brow.

“That I’m totally gonna fall in love with them!” 

“Okay, let’s just start from the beginning.” Chance ushered Parker into their living room, taking a seat on the couch. 

“Well, I went to that one coffee shop we frequent. You know Siterbucks?” 

“I’ve heard of it. Considering I was the one that introduced you to it.” Chance chuckled. 

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways. As soon as I walked in, I met eyes with the most gorgeous human being I had ever seen. Like their charisma stats have to be off the charts they’re that hot.” 

“You don’t have to use G&G references around me Park, I get the gist.” 

“Okay, whatever. Anyways, they’re hot.” 

“Did you catch their name?” Chance asked.

“Nope, I was way too intimidated and anxious, I immediately left the place and came home.”

“So, you saw a hot person, then didn’t get coffee from the coffee shop that you had walked all the way to.”

“Exactly.” Parker gave Chance a grin, his eyes still crazed. 

“Parker, sometimes, I really wonder what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” Chance shook his head with an amused chuckle. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” 

For the next few weeks after that, Parker would regale his tales of his not so subtle stalking of you. He often found himself staring from across the coffee shop as you sipped on your coffee and studied. By now, he knew exactly when you would show up, and exactly when you would leave. You had noticed him from time to time, shooting a smile and a wave his way. Thankfully, Parker wasn’t creepy about it all. Just shooting up his sight to occasionally look over at you. Eyes trailing over your form that he was oh so desperate to connect with, yet felt way too intimidated to try.

“Dude, I don’t understand why you don’t just ask them for their number. Or at least their name!” Chance groaned after hearing yet another tale of woe from Parker. 

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure they’re seeing someone.” Parker was shuffling a deck of cards nervously. 

“And why have you come to that conclusion?” Chance raised a questioning brow, knowing how often his friend would immediately shoot to a worst-case scenario.

“Well, sometimes I see them on their phone and they smile at a message on it. Sometimes they’re even blushing.” 

“They could’ve seen something embarrassing.” Chance sighed, planting his hands on his thighs as he looked at his friend. “Look, Park, you won’t know unless you try.”
“I guess.” Parker stopped his shuffling. 

“Oh, by the way. On the topic of relationships, I’ve invited someone over this weekend.” 

“Oh cool.” Parker felt a sting of envy. “That’s awesome man.” 

“Yeah, they’re really cool. And kinda super hot.” Chance added with an awkward chuckle, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“What’s their name?” Parker asked, though he likely didn’t know you.

Chance shared your name. 

“I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere.” Though Parker couldn’t place where. “But we probably go to the same school. Wouldn’t be uncommon if I met them there.” 

Now in the present, you stood in their front hall. Politely slipping your shoes off, unaware of the tension that had suddenly filled the room. When you stood up, you saw that Parker and Chance were staring at each other intensely. 

“Hey,” Chance looked at you, a nervousness swimming in his eyes. “I need to talk to Parker privately for a moment.” 

“Oh, okay. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Just some roommate stuff.” Chance motioned for Parker to follow him. 

Parker got up from the couch, his eyes met yours and his heart jolted in his chest. Following Chance he was led into his room. Chance shut the door behind him, a sour look on his face.

“You cannot be upset with me, dude.” He gave Parker a stern look. 

“Why not! I told you how much I was into them!” 

“You didn’t even fucking know their name! How was I supposed to know who you were talking about!” Chance jabbed a finger in his face. 

“W-well, now you know! So you can let them go.” Parker knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“Let them go? So you can just stare at them from across the coffee shop ?” Chance let out a frustrated huff, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not doing that. I really like them.” 

“Well so do I!” 

“You don’t even know anything about them! You haven’t even tried. We’ve been going out for two weeks now!” Chance exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air in disbelief. 

“That’s not that long…” Parker attempted to argue back. 

“Dude, do not start this. You know I’ve done this right, fair and square.”

“Fine.” Parker felt his resolve crumble. “How did you even meet them in the first place?” 

“They came to the game shop. Asked me for some GMing tips, then asked for my number.” 

“They asked YOU for your number?” Parker was surprised. 

“Is it really that hard to believe that people want my number? Besides, if they hadn’t I would’ve asked for theirs.” Chance rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Lucky you.” Parker’s expression was sour.

“I’m not dating them as an affront to you. I didn’t even know until like five minutes ago that they were the one you were crushing on.” Chance put a warm hand on Parker’s shoulder. “Look, I really like them and I want to see where this could go.” 

“I understand.” Parker nodded, though he felt a pit grow in his stomach. 

With that, Chance exited the room, leaving Parker alone. 

Walking back up to you, you gave him a confused look. You weren’t able to catch exactly what they were saying, but had heard some yelling. 

“You sure everything is alright?” You asked him. 

“Yeah. Sorry bout that, we’re good now.” Chance rubbed his neck anxiously. 

“Anyways, wanna head to my room?” He asked.

“Yeah!” You gave him a sweet smile that had his heart melting. 

Inside you let out an amused chuckle. His room was exactly as you expected it to be. Shelves filled with fantasy novels and G&G books, minifigures and dice sets littering open spaces. On his desk was a mix of psychology textbooks and more G&G literature. He had clearly been taking vigorous notes on something. Along the walls were various movie posters, a college staple for nerdy types like him it seemed. 

“So uh… what do you think?” He asked nervously as he shut the door behind him 

“It’s very you.” You replied. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.” 

Walking up to him, you looped your arms around his neck. Softly, you pressed a kiss to his lips. One that he reciprocated softly. 

“It’s a very good thing.” You said, smiling against his lips. 

This time, he pressed a deeper kiss to your lips. Relishing in your sweet taste as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. You softly moaned as you tangled your own tongue with his. Chance’s strong hands gripped at your hips, pulling you flush against him. Soft kisses were trailed down your neck, his lips dipping into the dip of your collarbone before lightly nipping. The sharp feeling of his teeth had you whining. 

Pulling away, you looked at him. Breathing labored as you spoke. 

“So what did you want to do?” You asked him softly, though you already knew the answer. 

Cupping your cheek, Chance leaned in to give you a long languid kiss.

“I think I have a few ideas you might enjoy.” 

From the other side of the wall, Parker sat in his bed. Wallowing in his lonely misery after discovering Chance got you first. He knew that Chance had truly gotten you fair and square. Parker never caught your name, so how was Chance supposed to know his coffee shop siren was you? Oh well, perhaps things wouldn’t work out. Maybe Parker could have a c-

His running thoughts were stopped as a sound pierced through his wall. A whine, a beautiful whine. One that he knew did not come from Chance. Was Chance really? After learning what he had? He knew the walls were thin. Or maybe, he didn’t care that they were. 

Parker was going to knock on the wall, then another sound came through. A low breathy moan. Again, it was one that he knew came from you. 

Within the confines of his pants, Parker felt his dick stir to life. The sound of your voice alone was arousing him. Perhaps he didn’t want to stop the shenanigans within the other room. Especially not if it allowed Parker to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Though, he knew he wasn’t the one providing you with that pleasure. At the very least, he could imagine he was. 

Small moans escaped your lips, slipping through the thin wall, straight into Parker’s ears. 

“R-right there! Fuck!” You exclaimed. 

“Fuck you’re soaked.” Chance purred. 

Parker could only imagine what you looked like. How pretty your dripping pussy was right now. 

“Ah! Yes!” You cried out, followed by a long whine.

Parker’s cock twitched again. Fuck it. He thought. It’s not like Chance would know what he was doing. If he couldn’t have you, the least he could have was the thought of you. The thought of you alongside the real sounds you were making just in the next room. 

“C-chance! I’m- I’m!” You couldn’t finish your sentence. 

“Cum for me.” Parker heard Chance’s voice. 

The command was followed by a moan and a squelching sound. It was clear that Chance had made you climax.

Parker freed his throbbing cock from his pants. The tip beaded with precum, desperate for attention. Sliding his hand up his length, he stifled his own moan. 

“Do you-” You began to speak, then Parker heard you squeak along with the sounds of shuffling bodies. 

“I’m sorry, I really need to feel you.” Chance’s voice was raspy, desperate sounding. 

He heard some more shuffling around, then you spoke up again.

“You don’t have to do that, I have birth control.” Parker practically shuddered at your words. No way, you weren’t…

“That’s the hottest fucking thing you could say to me.” Chance said, clearly holding himself back from just pummeling into you immediately. 

You whined, the sound shooting straight to Parker’s cock. He kept pumping his fist up and down, trying not to make any noise. 

Both you and Chance moaned together. Parker pictured how it would feel to slide into your wet heat. Thumbing at the head of his cock, he shuddered. 

“F-fuck, you’re tight.” Chance groaned. 

“Please move…” You moaned then cried out. 

Parker listened in keeping his pace in time with the sound of Chance’s bed frame moving against the wall. After a moment of shuffling, a pleased squeal broke through the air. 

“Mmmm, is that a good spot?” Chance asked before receiving a whine in response. Likely a confirmation for what Chance already knew. 

The movement of the bed frame against the wall grew faster. It was followed by hiccupping sobs ripped from your throat. 

Parker could feel himself nearing his release. Fisting his cock faster, he tightly squeezed around his length. Biting his hand, he held back moans and whimpers. He pictured it was him fucking into you. Making you scream out those sounds that Chance was pulling from you. 

“C-close!” You stuttered out. 

“You’re gonna cum already?” Chance crooned at you. “Do it. Cum around my cock.” 

It seemed like his words had done their job. You let out a long moan. Parker could picture it, you squeezing around his cock like his hand was. 

Sticky ropes of cum shot from Parker’s cock. He bit down more to stifle his moan of relief at the feeling. 

Behind the wall, there was a pause. Then the movement of the bed began again. Chance chased after his release. Moaning and groaning as you let out overstimulated whines. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna-!” Chance didn’t finish his sentence, his words trailed off into a mixture of a moan and whine. 

Heavy breaths filled the air as you and Chance came down from your highs. Through the wall Parker could hear you share a sloppy kiss. 

His own high had dissipated, now replaced with a sour jealousy. Fuck, he was such a loser. 

Rubbing at his eyes, he softly groaned. Of course he would end up in this position. Jacking off just to the sound of his roommate and crush fucking. Pathetic. 

Parker stopped listening into Chance’s room. Eventually he heard you leave the apartment. Thinking he was in the clear, Parker hoped to steal a snack and hide away again.

When he exited his room, he was met with Chance waiting for him, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Hair visibly mussed up from his typically well kept coif. 

“Uh, hi?” He sheepishly waved at Chance. 

“Hi.” Chance was giving Parker an unimpressed look over his glasses. 

“So uh, you two have fun?” Parker tried to be casual, but felt himself floundering. 

“We did.” Chance looked almost proud. It made Parker’s brow twitch in irritation. 

“I could tell.” Parker glowered at Chance who quirked a brow at him. “Thin walls.” 

“Sounded like you had fun too.” Chance threw back, an amused smirk on his face. “Thin walls, you know?” 

Chapter Text

“Anything?” Betty was biting her lip as she stared at you with a lustful gaze. 

“Mhmm, anything.” You let out a long yawn, pressing your head to a pillow. “Just don’t hurt me.” 

“I promise I won’t.” She pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

Before you could drift off, you remembered something. 

“Oh, before I sleep. Nightmare will likely make a visit tonight. She seemed interested in participating in this.” You let out another yawn. “I might’ve had some espresso before this…”

“You know I’m not opposed to having more fun.” She winked at you. 

“Hmm. That’s good.” You felt your eyelids drooping. 

Betty hummed with content, watching you fall asleep with a soft smile. Once you drifted off, she waited till your breathing was even. She softly called your name. You slightly stirred, but didn’t wake up. 

With a soft hand, she trailed down your body landing just above the waistband of your sleep shorts. Pulling them down, she was blessed with the sight of your pussy. Already glistening with need. You must’ve already been thinking about Betty’s plans with you for the night. Ever the pleaser, Betty had to make sure your need was satiated. 

Shuffling between your legs, she breathed in the musk of your sex. A soft groan escaping her lips. She could never get enough of this. Everything about you was so addicting. No wonder she could never stop thinking about you. And now this? You indulging in a fantasy she had dreamt about many a time, it was all too much. 

“Lover…” She breathed out softly, warm breath making your thighs twitch. “I need to taste you.” 

She waited, watching to see if you moved. Only your chest, up and down as you dreamt away. A good dream, Betty hoped. Though, you did say Nightmare was planning on making an appearance. 

There was no time like the present. She softly kissed up your thighs, then landed her lips right on your sopping pussy. Nosing your clit, she slid her tongue into your warmth. A soft mewl escaped your sleeping lips at the feeling, but you remained asleep. 

Betty began her ministrations. Tongue lapping away at your folds. Each swipe caused you to cry out in pleasure. Unconsciously, your hips rutted upwards. Following along each stroke from Betty’s tongue. Softly, she pressed your thighs back down on the bed. She smirked against your weeping cunt, moving to suck against your clit. Again, you cried out. 

A knot in your belly was beginning to tighten. Whines and moans escaped your lips as Betty circled your sensitive nub. Although you weren’t conscious for it, you were in absolute bliss. Again, she sucked on your clit. The knot was growing tighter. From the short breaths you were puffing out, Betty could tell you were getting close to your release. 

All it took was one swirl of the tip of her tongue on your clit and you were done for. Writhing in your sleep, hips jolting up as you rode out your orgasm. Pleasure crashed over your body, a long whine leaving you. 

Betty watched you with a lustful gaze, slowly licking your cunt as you came down from your high. Each swipe made your intense orgasm last just slightly longer. Sparks of pleasure shot through your body as Betty continued. She wondered how many more she could pull from you, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

Looking up, she saw the looming form of Nightmare. Betty shot her a sheepish smile, the lower part of her face glistening with your slick. One of Nightmare’s hands reached down. Cupping Betty’s face gently, she swiped a thumb across her lips. Bringing it up to the tongue on her belly, she licked off your essence. A hum of content was followed by a dark chuckle. 

“Thank you for preparing them for me.” Nightmare crooned to Betty. “I’ll be sure to reward you as well.”

“I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Betty said, a teasing lilt to her voice. 

“I had to wait till our dear was fast asleep. It’s no fun until they’re in REM. That’s the best time to play with their mind.” Nightmare chuckled again, looking down on you with what appeared to be fondness in her many eyes. 

“What do you plan on making them see?” Betty asked, very curious as to how Nightmare was going to control your dreams.

“Hmm… let’s see what’s currently going on in that lovely head of theirs…” Nightmare trailed, hand reaching down to softly caress your face.

Within your dream, you had just finished pleasing yourself. At the moment you were soaking beneath a waterfall. A self-care dream of sorts. 

Nightmare chuckled at how they planned to change your situation. 

“What is it?” Betty asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Your physical assistance surely aided in preparing them both in reality and in their dream. Now they’re relaxing, but that won’t last for long.” 

Flipping your body on your stomach, both Betty and Nightmare appreciated your bare ass for a moment. The two shared a knowing look, before Nightmare began to grab at your cheeks. It made you slightly squirm, but you remained deep in sleep. 

Within your dream, you spotted the figure of a person through the waterfall. Their presence made your stomach churn with nerves. A once sunny sky had suddenly grown dark with clouds. Looking around, you realized you were trapped against the wall of rock. The only way out was to run in the direction of the intruder, though part of you wondered if you truly wanted to do that. When they inched closer, you decided it would be best to try to escape. Taking a breath, you geared yourself up. Taking your first step to run, you fell forward. Slipping on the wet rock beneath your feet. Before you could pick yourself up, you felt the strong arms of a person holding you up. 

The intruder had fully arrived. Their chest was bare, revealing a very tight body. As you trailed your eyes down, you realized they were fully nude like yourself. Blushing, you turned your face away. A hand cupped your cheek, pulling you back to face the person. They wore a mask, revealing only their eyes and the lower half of their face. A charming smile played on their lips as they looked over you. 

“Careful there.” A low voice said. 

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” You tried to push out of their arms, but they wouldn’t let you. 

“Is that truly how you thank your savior?” 

“Savior?” You quirked a brow. “You stopped me from tripping.”

“And stopped you from cracking open your head and drowning yourself. I technically saved your life.” They gave you a grin that had your heart racing. 

Back in your bedroom, Betty and Nightmare were greatly enjoying themselves. Tracing soft patterns in your skin, Betty listened to Nightmare’s narration of the events happening in your head. Occasionally, Betty would add a bit of input that you could dream of. 

“So, are you going to thank me properly?” The person in your dream asked. “Or am I going to have to show you how you should thank someone like me?” 

You did your best to avoid looking down, but they were fucking massive. A huge cock with a wide girth that you knew would stretch you out deliciously. Flipping you around, you felt them kneed at your ass. Then their hand trailed down between your legs, fingers swiping through your wet folds. 

“You really want this, don’t you?” 

In your bedroom, Nightmare had begun fingering you. Her long fingers curled against your sweet spot, making you keen. Back arching as you felt the sparks of pleasure. Pulling her fingers out, she offered them to Betty. Betty immediately took the offer, wrapping her plump lips around Nightmare’s fingers. 

“Think they’re ready for the real thing?” Nightmare asked, knowing the answer. 

“Oh yes. It’s like you said, I prepared them quite well for you.” 

“Indeed you have.” Nightmare patted Betty’s cheek, then turned to you.

On the front of their groin, Betty watched a long thick cock appear on Nightmare. It stood at attention, ready to take your sleeping body. 

“You ready?” The person behind you breathed out, their cock slipping between your folds. You couldn’t help it, you needed them to fuck you. 

Nodding, you felt them suddenly enter you in one fell swoop. The intense pleasure had you crying out. The head of their cock hit right into your sweet spot. You heard the person behind you groan at the feeling of your tight heat around them. 

“I almost forgot how good they feel.” Nightmare said to Betty as their cock stretched out your soaked hole.

“It must be nice being able to conjure up such a nice cock like that.” Betty crooned, her gaze fixed on how Nightmare filled up your hole. 

Eventually, she began to move. Thrusting in and out of your tight hole. Though she wasn’t very vocal, Nightmare did let out the occasional soft moan and puff of breath. 

Betty couldn’t help but be absolutely transfixed at the sight of the two of you. Reaching down, she pulled off her pants and underwear. Her fingers found their way into her cunt. She watched and followed along with Nightmare’s pace. 

They fucked you slow and rough. Making sure you truly felt every press against your sweet spot. 

In your dream you were whimpering and whining. Such a pathetic act, Nightmare was enjoying every bit of it. Loving the way you squirmed as you felt their cock push deep into you. Each pass on your gummy sweet spot had you nearing your peak once more. 

Nightmare felt your pussy clenching and unclenching around their cock. A signal that your climax was on the way. Picking up the pace, they reached around your body. Deft fingers found your clit and traced circles around it. With each swirl, your pussy fluttered around their cock. 

A deep thrust had you crying out in pleasure. Your orgasm rocked through you in a way you had never felt before. In your bedroom, Nightmare and Betty watched in awe as you moaned and writhed on the bed. Your release trailed down your legs and soaked the bed sheets, making Betty moan. 

With the rapid clenching and unclenching of your pussy, Nightmare felt their own release nearing. A deep thrust into your cunt had them letting out a low moan. Hot ropes shot into your body. In your sleep you hummed contently at the feeling. 

Pulling out, Nightmare admired the way their spend trailed down your thighs. Before they could dwell on that, Betty pulled them to her. She gave them a knowing look.

“Heh, a bit impatient, are we?” Nightmare crooned. 

“You did say I deserve a reward…”

Chapter Text

Groaning in frustration, you clenched at the edge of your bathroom sink. Looking up, Amir was giving you a solemn gaze. 

“I’m sorry, azizam, I’m doing the best I can. In the end you are the one that must take my words to heart.” He cupped your cheek, lightly caressing it with his thumb.

“I know. It’s just hard to do so when another voice is fucking with my day.” 

What if he’s just lying to you? Trying to get something out of you and use you? You’re used to that, aren’t you? After all, what is your true purpose for this world…

“I’m going to fucking kill Doug.” You growled through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, this is Doug’s doing…” Amir trailed, his face scrunched in disgust. “I’m sorry, there’s only so many things I can say to ward away an existential crisis.” 

“I know. Thank you for what you have done. Really, it does help.” You gave him a curt nod before turning away. 

Right now, you had a certain round-faced individual to deal with. Typically, he only bothered you when your mind was unoccupied. However, as soon as you woke up, your mind was plagued with thoughts of existentialism. Meaning, Doug wanted your attention, even if he wouldn’t admit that himself. 

Storming down your stairs you brushed past other objects. Eventually, you were standing in front of the wall in front of your dining room. Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently as you waited for him to appear. After a bit, he finally came into view. 

“Oh, it’s you.” Doug said, crossing his own arms.

He tried to appear annoyed, but you could hear the lilt in his voice indicating he was pleased to see you. You on the other hand, were very much not feeling the same. 

“Doug.” 

“Dork.” Doug responded. 

He looked as if he wanted to say something to you, but you knew that you were the one that had to initiate conversation. Lest you are asked to watch car crashes again. 

“Why are you fucking with me today?” You just decided to get to the point.

Truly, you were not in the mood for dealing with existential dread. Especially not when it started at nine in the morning and would not leave your head. 

“What are you talking about? I fuck with you everyday. Always looming, ever present. Just a thought waiting at the back of your mind.”

“And now you’re at the front of my mind.” 

“I’m flattered.” Doug pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. 

“Urgh! You know what I mean Doug! You only do this when you want something from me. Might as well spit it out!” You clenched your fists, then relaxed them. Letting out a low breath, you waited for the other man to continue. 

“Damn, something’s got your panties in a twist.” Doug chuckled at your frustration, thoroughly enjoying the state he had put you in.

“You have my panties in a twist!” You spat back, then realized how embarrassing that sounded. 

Cheeks flaring red, you looked away from him. 

“Mind if I share that information with the internet? Dork wears lacy panties. Now they’re in a twist, see what happens next!” 

“Doug, I’m this close to just strangling you right now.” You pinched your fingers to show how little restraint you had. 

“And put me out of my misery. Puh-lease, do so.” As usual, your words didn’t affect the man before you. 

“What do you want, Doug?” You decided to bring the conversation back around. 

“Took you long enough to ask.” He smirked at you. 

“I did ask!” You thought on your conversation. “Kinda.”

“You know I prefer when you are straight with me. Unless we’re on a tangent on how Kantian ethics are just a facade to make you feel like you’re special…”

“Doug. Please just tell me what you want. I’m tired of you always tiptoeing around what you truly wish to say.” You let out an exasperated breath. 

“Tiptoeing? I’m not tiptoeing around anything.” You heard the telltale lift of his voice indicating he was lying. 

“Doug.” You stomped up to him, finger in his chest. “Spit. It. Out.” 

Looking down at you, you spotted somewhat of a blush on his face. It took you aback for a moment. Sure, you had been somewhat intimate with him, however, it seemed like something was different this time. 

“I want you to blow me.” Doug’s words had you a bit speechless. 

Again, you had been intimate before. Until today, he never called for your attention the way he had just so he could fulfill his sexual desires. Normally the non-stop existential dread was just to get you to talk to him. Yet, here you were, being asked to give the guy oral.

“Seriously?” You gave him an incredulous look. “You’ve been plaguing my head with woe and dread to ask me to blow you!?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

“Oh my god, Doug!” You feigned choking the man in front of you as anger bloomed in your chest. “Why the fuck would you think I would want to do something like that if I’ve been feeling like shit all morning?” 

“Because you know that I’ll stop…” Doug paused, a mischievous smirk growing on his face. “If you do what I want, that is.” 

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide. 

“You’re fucking blackmailing me!” 

“It’s not really blackmail. I’m not physically doing anything to you.” Doug huffed out, appearing almost offended. 

“You’re stressing me out enough to give me a heart attack.” You growled.

“Look, all you gotta do is suck my dick. That’s all.” 

“You’re sick.” You said, eyes narrowing. 

“And you’re into it.” Doug leaned in, eyes dropping to the clear arousal growing in your pants. 

“T-that’s just a natural response.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” He poked at your forehead. “I’m in your head, Dork. I know your gross little fantasies. The ones that you try to hide away. But ya can’t hide em from me.” He poked at your head again before pulling back. “So, what’ll it be.” 

Looking away, you thought on it. Okay, it might be kinda hot that he’s threatening you in order to get something out of it sexually. However, what would you get in return besides your peace? No, you needed more out of this too. 

“Alright.” Doug perked up at your words, but you put your hand up. “But, I want the same.” 

“You’re being quite cocky for someone who’s not in control right now.” Doug crossed his arms over his chest. 

“And you’re being quite cocky for someone that has to go to such lengths just to get blown.” You threw back at him. 

“Touché.” Doug tapped his chin in thought. “Fine, I’ll do it.” You saw the corners of his line of a smile turn. 

“You want to, don’t you?” You teased. 

“Don’t push your luck, Dork.” He said. 

Raising your hands you stepped back. 

“So how do you want to start this?” You asked. 

“You know me, just straight to the action.” Doug popped the button on his ripped jeans. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or help me?” 

Dropping to your knees, you reached for his pants and pulled them down, Through his underwear, you could see the prominent bulge of his thick cock. An impressive sight, but something you wouldn’t admit. Not to Doug, at least. 

Palming over his underwear, you heard Doug groan above you. Reaching a hand in your hair, he yanked your head back. 

“Are you just gonna tease me, or do what I ask?”

“For someone who talks about the future so much, you think you’d be a bit more patient.” Doug gave you an unimpressed look. “But, I’ll continue. Since you asked so nicely…” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. 

Pulling down his underwear, a long grey cock flopped up against his toned stomach. The sight had you letting out a groan of your own. Deciding to no longer take your time, you slid his length into your mouth. Doug’s hand stayed in your hair, beginning to control the pace of your head bobs.

“Fuck. This is a much better use for that mouth of yours. Always so snappy.”

Looking up at him, you gave him a roll of your eyes. Sucking him down deeper, you heard Doug choke back a surprised moan. Your tongue slid on the underside of his cock, making Doug visibly shudder. Seemed like he was done throwing quips at you. 

He used the leverage on your head to fuck into your mouth. You did your best to tease around his length with your tongue. Sliding your hands up his thighs your cupped his balls lightly. He moaned, the sound made you let out a groan around him. 

“Heh, you’re enjoying this…” 

Not taking kindly to his observation, you deep throated him again. It earned you a stuttered “fuck” before you returned to letting him control the pace. 

Doug was nearing his end. The sight of you taking him so easily had got him going. His cock twitched against your tongue as you swiped up his length along with each thrust. Before he finished, Doug pulled out of your mouth. With just a few pumps of his fist, his release spattered onto your awaiting face. Some landing in your open mouth, while other drops dripped down on your cheeks and lips. 

“Enjoy yourself?” You asked, slightly irritated. 

Ripping your shirt off your body, you went to wipe off your face. Before you could do so Doug stopped you, pulling out his phone. 

“Wait, let’s savor this memory for a moment.”

Rolling your eyes, you let him take the photo. Afterwards, you wiped off the cum from your face with your shirt. Letting it drop to the floor, you pushed yourself up. 

“Your turn.” You said, cocking your head with a challenging stare. 

“I guess I did say I would.” Doug shrugged his shoulders, dropping to his knees before you. 

Just as you had, he helped remove your pants. You weren’t as impatient though, letting him tease your length through your clothes. His large hand palmed you through your underwear, making you shudder with a stuttered breath. 

Pulling out your cock, he gripped it tightly. Giving you a few pumps before he leaned in. Licking a stripe up your length, swirling at the tip. Then he dipped in, taking your cock into his mouth fully. Your hand reached for his round head, but he wasn’t going to let you take control of the pace. No, he might be pleasing you, but it would be on his terms. 

His hands wrapped around your thighs, controlling the tempo of his movements. Your cock slid in and out of his mouth, Doug’s tongue trailing along the underside. 

As cocky as the man was, it seemed he had a reason to be. The man took cock like a champ, as if he needed to show you how good he was. Maybe to eventually have you run back to him the next time existential dread took over your thoughts. 

You could feel yourself getting close. Following your lead, Doug swallowed down your length into his throat. 

“Ah! F-fuck!” You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of pleasure that shot through you. 

Heat was building up in your center, ready to burst at any moment. Doug seemed to register this, quickening his pace. Round head bobbing at a speed that had the pleasure building and building. The feeling of his mouth around your sensitive cock had your stuttering out moans and groans. Your length twitched in his mouth, then you let out a long moan. The heat that was growing within you burst in white hot pleasure. With the little wherewithal you had, you pulled out of Doug’s mouth, your cum spraying on his face. It landed mostly on his cheeks, dripping down his rotund face. 

He gave you what you assumed was an unimpressed look, to which you shrugged your shoulders at. 

“You set the precedent, dude.” Reaching down, you offered him your already soiled shirt. 

“Fair enough.” Doug wiped off his face, then stood up. 

“Dirk is gonna hate me.” You looked down at the shirt, feeling slightly guilty.

“Nah, that dirty laundry loves it. I’m sure him and that hamper will get their freak on to the cum on him.” 

You scrunched your face in disgust. 

“Yeah, I didn’t need to think about that.” 

“My job is to make you think about shit like that.” Doug poked your forehead. 

“Speaking of which…” You trailed. “Next time, you don’t have to make me hate the world. I… enjoyed this.” You gave him a smirk. 

“Hmm. We’ll see, Dork.” He tried to appear cool, but you spotted a little smile of his own. 

Chapter Text

“Alright, this was fun! I’m gonna head to bed now!” Parker said, rushing out of the living room. 

You, Chance and Parker had just wrapped up a game of Trouble. Chance rolled his eyes as his friend made an escape to relieve himself. You seemed to have quite the banter when competing with the men. Of course, Parker loved board games, so you were partaking in said banter quite often when you came over. 

By now, you and Chance had been dating for about six months. They were a very nice six months. You and Chance rarely argued, and if you did, it was typically something that was playful. The man doted on you constantly, it was quite the breath of fresh air after your previous relationships. Not to mention, he was quite the pleaser. Both in and out of the bedroom, which again, was very nice. 

After Parker left, you turned to Chance with a confused expression. 

“He always seems to do that.” You noted that this was the fifth time Parker made a getaway after a game night. 

“Yeah, he does.” Chance didn’t seem confused or concerned, as if he knew exactly why Parker behaved the way he did. 

“Do you know why?” You pushed. 

Biting his lip, Chance wondered if he should tell you the truth. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around his friend. Perhaps he could just share a half-truth with you. 

“He might have a bit of a crush on you.” Chance revealed. Though, it was certainly more than “a bit.” 

“Oh.” A blush bloomed to your cheeks. “I didn’t realize.” 

“Don’t worry, he just flusters easily.” Chance said, though it didn’t seem to help ease your concern.

“Really? I didn’t mean to make him feel… I don’t want anything to come off as misconstrued…” You said. 

“It’s okay.” Chance reached for your hand, caressing it tenderly. “There’s no harm in indulging him a bit.” 

That had your eyebrows raising. 

“Chance, that feels a bit mean. I don’t want him to think…” 

“What? That he has a chance with you?” He quirked a brow. 

“Yes. It’s not kind to make someone believe something that isn’t true.” You pouted, something that Chance found to be absolutely adorable. 

“I know, but Parker also knows nothing would come of it. He just gets a bit… excited when you give him attention. It’s not like he thinks anything more will happen.” 

“I guess…” You trailed, unsure of how to feel about the new information.

As you thought on it, Chance was plotting something of his own. Hoping that maybe you would indulge in his own fantasies. Thus far you had, he was sure he could convince you into participating. 

“What if we gave him more?” Chance asked. 

You gave him another confused look.

“What do you mean?” Though you had a feeling you knew where this was going. 

Before dating Chance you knew nerds had a bit of a streak for being freaks in the sheets, you didn’t realize how freaky they could be. Not that you minded. Chance seemed to care more about your pleasure than his own, so you were willing to indulge in many of his fantasies. Guess you were about to learn about yet another one. 

“Well, what if we let him watch us.” 

Even though you suspected this was where the conversation would end up, you still felt a hot blush flare on your cheeks. 

“Y-you want that?” You stuttered out. 

Though, as you thought about it, it did seem quite hot. Having someone watch as Chance took you. 

“He would just be watching. That’s all.” Chance assured you, then paused. “Well, he might be touching himself, but that’s not all that bad.” 

“Yeah.” You said breathily, with a nod. 

Your response had Chance smirking. Cupping your chin, he brought you close to his face. 

“Oh, you’re into it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Then you realized he would want your explicit consent. “Yes, I am.” 

“Good to know.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
The next day, you were at your usual spot at the coffee shop. Now that you knew each other, Parker always joined you to study together. Jingling from the front door caught your attention. Your colorful haired friend’s gaze immediately met yours, a bright smile coming to his face as you waved him over. 

Waltzing over, Parker set his bag down. He noticed a coffee at his spot. 

“You already ordered for me?” He asked. 

“Iced caramel latte, extra caramel, and extra whipped cream.” You nodded at him with a soft smile. 

“Golly! Why, thank you!” He said grabbing the cup and taking a slurp of the drink. “Ahhh, delicious as always!” 

When he sat down, you felt your heart rate pick up. Recalling your conversation with Chance, you wanted to know Parker’s thoughts. 

“Has Chance spoken with you yet?” You asked him, wondering how to discuss this.

“Uh, what about?” 

Realizing Parker obviously had not received that conversation, you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. Shaking it off, you let out an awkward chuckle.

“Never mind. You’d know what I’m talking about if he had.” You said. 

“Okay…” Parker gave you a confused look, trying to get a read on your sheepish body language. “Is everything alright between you two?” 

“Oh! Yes! Everything is great, there was just something Chance wanted to bring up with you.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Alrighty. As long as everything is okay with you.” 

That evening when Parker returned home, he immediately went to Chance’s room. He tapped on the door in a pattern and was met with Chance. 

“Uh, hey… dude?” Chance looked a bit tired. 

In his room, Parker could see textbooks and notes strewn about on his desk. It appeared he had been thoroughly studying. 

“Hey. So I met up with your partner today and they said that you needed to talk about something with me.”

Chance raised a brow, then a knowing look appeared on his face. 

“Oh! Yes! I did want to speak to you.”

“Cool, cool. So…” Parker motioned for Chance to continue.

“Oh, right now?” Chance wanted some time to come up with a more delicate conversation.

“No time like the present, right?” Parker said, chuckling nervously. He had no idea what Chance would want to discuss with him. 

“Right.” Chance tapped his chin with his fingers. “I have a question.” 

“Hit me.” 

“Do you still like them?” Chance already knew the answer, but wanted to be sure.

“W-what?” Parker felt himself begin to sweat. He was not expecting that.

“Well… do you?” Chance pressed.

“What exactly are you planning on doing depending on the answer…” Parker tried to see where this what going. 

“Nothing bad, I assure you. I just want to know if you would be willing to participate in something.” 

“Participate in what?” 

“Well it doesn’t matter if you don’t like them.” Chance grinned at him, eyes challenging Parker. 

“What if I do like them?” 

“Do you?”

Parker grumbled to himself. It was clear Chance wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t reveal the truth. 

“F-fine. Yes, I still like them. But I’m not trying anything, I hope you know.” Parker said with a pout.

“I know. I just wanted you to admit it.” Chance gave him a smug grin. “Anyways, since you are still interested in them. We were wondering if you would be interested in watching us sometime.”

“Watching? What do you mean?”

“Like…” How could Chance put this in a better way. Nah, he really couldn’t. “Like watching us fuck.” 

Parker choked on his spit, eyes wide. Shocked at his response, Chance pat his friend on the back. When he calmed down, Parker turned back to Chance. A look of disbelief was on his face. 

“Are you serious? You’re not just fucking with me?” He asked Chance. 

“I promise, I am not fucking with you.”

“And you both want this?” Parker was unsure if he wanted to know that answer.

“We do. I’m assuming that’s why they told you to talk to me.” 

“Oh.” Parker’s mind was racing. 

Sure, he very much was into you. He was doing his best to remain respectful, but damn was it hard. Having you around more often wasn’t helping. Seeing your beautiful form, hearing your laugh, participating in your fun banter, oh he was falling for you more and more. However, his best friend was dating you. He couldn’t try anything. So, he enjoyed the little things he could when you were around. Appreciating the fact that he was able to have at least a friendship with you. 

Now, Chance was offering him something that was quite humiliating. Having him watch Chance get what he so desperately wanted. Clearly to fulfill a sexual fantasy. If it was your fantasy though, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to indulge in it. It would at least give Parker something. Giving him the opportunity to see you in such a vulnerable state, a heavenly sight for sure. When else would he gain the chance to do something like this. At least it was something…

Fine. He had made his mind up. Parker would do it. Just to please you, and maybe satiate his own desires. 

“What are the parameters?” Parker asked Chance. The man lit up at his response. 

“No touching, just looking. You can touch yourself though.” Chance said. 

“That’s all?” 

“That’s all.” Chance nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll do it.” Parker nodded back. 

“Great! How does this weekend sound?” 

The weekend arrived sooner than expected for Parker. Chance decided to make the night a bit more special. Cooking a nice dinner for the three of you before the festivities began. The entire day, Parker was filled with nerves. His thoughts were racing, wondering how the night would go. Hoping it would at least be somewhat pleasant. Especially for you.

Knocking at the door caught the men’s attention. Parker’s heart rate picked up, knowing it would be you waiting for them. 

“Mind getting that?” Chance asked as he was occupied at the stove. 

“Uh, yeah. Of course.” Parker gulped, trying to calm himself down.

Opening the door, he was greeted with your smile. His face reddened as he looked over you. Of course you would dress up for this. A sight that he both loved and loathed. 

In your hands you held a nice bottle of wine. 

“I uh, brought this. Thought it might pair well with dinner.” You shook it for emphasis. 

“Awesome! Might need something to loosen up anyways.” Parker chuckled. “But not actually! I’m loose.” 

“Right…” You let out an awkward chuckle of your own. 

Making your way inside, you found Chance in the kitchen. Skipping up to him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. He gave you a bright smile, eyes trailing over your body.

“You look nice.” He said, the low timbre of his voice making you shiver. 

“Thank you.” You bit your lip sheepishly. “I brought some wine for tonight.” You showed him the bottle.

He took it from you, humming thoughtfully. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“It’s perfect. You picked well.” 

“Guess I’ve been learning from the best.” You gave him another peck on the lips. 

You and Parker helped set the table, making small talk as you avoided speaking on the elephant in the room. Once dinner was ready, Chance placed the dishes on the table. Everything looked absolutely delicious. Popping the cork of the wine, Chance poured you all glasses. Raising his glass, he decided to give a toast. An attempt to clear the air of the awkwardness that had settled amongst you. 

“To good food, friends… and a good time!” 

“A really good time.” You purred.

“Salud!” Chance said, clinking your glasses together. 

As soon as the toast was over, Parker downed his glass. 

Dinner went by smoothly. The wine calmed everyone’s nerves, allowing for your typical banter. Eventually, dinner had to end. Which meant, the rest of the night was about to begin. 

Taking your hand, Chance assisted you out of your seat. He wrapped his arm around your waist before ushering you to his room. Over his shoulder, he gave Parker a nod, indicating for him to follow. Behind you, Parker got up and trailed behind. A new kind of tension was forming in the air. 

Inside Chance’s bedroom, Chance pulled over his desk to chair to face his bed. The room was already fairly small. With three people inside it felt especially cramped. 

For a moment, the three of you looked at each other in silence. Each of you wonder how this was supposed to go. None of you had ever done anything like this before, it was new territory. Sexy new territory, but unexplored nonetheless. 

“So, how do we start?” You decided to pipe up, attempting to move this along. 

“Parker, you sit there.” Chance pointed to his desk chair. 

Parker nodded, taking his spot in the chair. Nothing had truly happened yet, but his heart was already racing. 

Chance held your hand, pulling you to his bed. Your eyes darted to where Parker was sitting, you were beginning to feel overwhelmed. Though you knew you wanted to try this, actually participating was quite nerve wracking. Noticing your demeanor, Chance leaned in. Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whispering into your ear. 

“If it helps, just focus on me.” He pulled away, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Nodding, you kept your gaze on him. Chance took the opportunity, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut, you kissed him back. Opening your mouth slightly, he slid his tongue against yours. His taste made you audible whine.The sound shot straight to both Chance and Parker’s cocks. 

Chance groaned into your mouth. His hand reached around your head, curling in your hair. Pulling your head back, he brushed his lips down the column of your throat. Soft kisses had your whimpering and whining. With his mouth on your skin, Chance looked over at Parker with a heated stare. 

He wasn’t touching himself, but Parker’s arousal was prominently straining through his pants. His hands clenched at the armrests of the chair, knuckles white. It felt humiliating just sitting there watching, but he couldn’t stop. Not when Chance was pulling those delicious sounds from your throat. Not when he finally could see what you looked like experiencing pure bliss. 

Slowly, Chance began to pull off your clothes. Dropping the articles to the floor, he left you only in your underwear. A dark wet spot had already formed, the sight made both of the men groan. 

“I need to taste you, love.” Chance said before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. 

Nodding, you whimpered. 

“Please.” 

Chance attempted to hold on to some self restraint. Softly kissing down your body. His tongue lavishing your nipples before continuing further down. Reaching the waistband of your underwear, he grabbed the piece and ripped it down your legs. Cool air hit your heated cunt. Again, the men groaned. Your needy pussy was dripping wet, your essence coating your thighs. Even from where he was sitting, Parker could smell your arousal. It made his mouth water. 

Wrapping your legs around his head, Chance kissed up your thighs. When he reached your pussy, he gave your clit a soft kiss. Then he took the pearl into his mouth, giving it a long suck. Crying out, your hips jolted up. He began to lap at your folds, tongue tasting everything that he could. His eyes rolled back as he tasted you, something that he was practically addicted to. 

Parker watched, his cock twitching at the sight of you writhing in pleasure from Chance’s ministrations. Over his pants, he cupped his aching arousal. Pawing as his eyes stayed fix on Chance’s tongue working at your folds. 

Chance kept licking away at you. Then, you felt thick fingers prodding at your entrance. Plunging them in, you let out a long moan. Along with his tongue working at your clit, you felt his fingers curl and press into your gummy sweet spot. You could feel a heat growing in your belly, another familiar feeling growing alongside it. Both you and Chance knew that your climax was going to be a big one. 

Chance smirked against your dripping folds at the realization, putting his focus on pleasing you thoroughly. His fingers pumped in and out of your, making sure to pet at your sweet spot over and over. All the while, he flicked his tongue at your clit. 

His free hand held down your hips, keeping you from running away from the pleasure. Each lick and pump made the heat in your belly grow and grow. Your moans were louder followed by whines of desperation. 

Parker watched, transfixed as you neared closer and closer to the edge. He needed to see you reach your peak. To watch as pure pleasure washed over your body. Soon, he was granted his wish. 

Perfectly timed, Chance pushed his fingers into you with a swipe up your cunt. The heat inside you burst in white hot pleasure. You cried out, hands flinging to Chance’s head. You felt yourself squirt out your release as you rode out your orgasm. Cunt rutting up against Chance’s mouth as you came down from your high. 

Parker moaned at the sight, wishing he was the one experiencing you cumming. He could only imagine how good you tasted. If Chance was anything to go off of, it was clear you were delicious. Chance pressed into your cunt once more, ready to work out another orgasm from you. 

You cried out from overstimulation, but didn’t try to stop him. It would be a futile effort. Chance seemed to have a goal of ripping every orgasm out of you that he could. 

The next one came much faster, your thighs clenching around his head as you let the feeling wash over you. Your cries made Parker’s cock twitch. Fuck, he needed you. 

Pulling away, Chance wiped away the slick on his face with a smug grin. He looked over at Parker, smirking when he saw the man pawing over his pants. Now, it was time for the real show. 

Stripping out of his clothes, Chance revealed his naked form. The sight had you moaning. His hard cock was a mouth watering sight. Long and thick, it filled you oh so perfectly. Tapping his length on your pussy lips, he grinned as he looked over your desperate form. The head of his cock nudged at your clit, making your hips jolt up. He groaned as your pussy slid against his cock. Just as he was about to slide in, Parker piped up.

He didn’t know why. Maybe he just wished to be included. Regardless, he decided to speak. 

“Aren’t you gonna-” Chance cut him off.

“Wrap it up?” Chance chuckled looking down at you with amusement. “Nah, they like it raw. Don’t you?” He crooned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your throat. 

You nodded, desperate to have him fill you. Obliging in your clear need, Chance pushed in his thick cock. Both of you moaned as he entered your warmth. Your wet gummy walls sucking him in beautifully, a feeling akin to heaven in Chance’s mind. Spotting Parker’s look of awe out of the corner of his eye, he decided to have more fun with the dirty talk. 

“Look at you, bet you want me to fill you. Let Parker see how you look when you’re fucked dumb, hm?” 

You shivered at his words, nodding along with everything he said. Yes, you wanted him to fill you. Needed him to fill you. The feeling of his warmth filling your cunt made you feel absolutely amazing. 

“Use your words, love. Tell us.” He included Parker in his statement.

“Yes! Yes I want you to fill me!” You cried out, feeling him thrust deep inside of you. 

Parker couldn’t contain himself anymore. He needed to relieve himself. The strain of his cock was becoming too much to bear. Quickly, he shuffled off of his pants and underwear. His cock flushed red, dripping with precum. Gripping at the base, he bit his lip. His eyes darted back to you, landing on where you and Chance were connected. Following Chance’s pace, Parker pumped his fist up and down his cock. 

Chance shifted your body. Pressing your knees to your chest, he put you in a mean mating press. The tip of his cock kissing right into that gummy sweet spot within you. Each press had you crying out in bliss. Already, another orgasm was brewing. Chance felt your walls flutter around him, the man groaned at the feeling. 

Leaning down, he pressed a hot sloppy kiss to your lips. Whining, you trailed your tongue with his. Your mind was clouded by pleasure. Each precise pump right into the spot where you needed it had you moaning. 

Parker kept working at his cock. Twisting up and down, thumb flicking at the underside of the head of his cock. He shivered, each moan and whine of yours worked him up more and more. He wondered if he would be able to outlast Chance, though he doubted it. 

Pummeling straight into your gummy spot had you seeing stars. Scrunching your eyes shut, you screamed out at the feeling. Your release splashed on Chance’s lower belly. The sight had him going wild. He needed more. 

“Why don’t we give Parker more of a show?” 

You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm when you were flipped over on the bed. Belly down, you were made to face Parker. The two of you locked eyes, making Parker audibly groan. Your eyes trailed to where his hand was occupying his cock. Brutally moving up and down as he watched you. The sight alone had you moaning, pleasure building up once more.

Behind you, Chance shoved his cock back into your sopping cunt. A long whine escaped you at the new position. Again, Chance’s length was hitting all the right spots. Grabbing your hair, Chance lifted your head up. Revealing your chest to Parker, along with a view of Chance’s cock fucking in and out of your hole. 

“Whaddya think, Park? Like what you see?” Chance grinned at his friend. 

Parker nodded, to which Chance tsked at. 

“Parker, use your words. They look good, don’t they?” Chance nuzzled against your neck, licking up a stripe then nipped on your ear. 

Parker didn’t know if he should respond. However, he was in this deep. Might as well, especially if it would make you feel good. 

“T-they look amazing. Gosh, so so so good.” Parker was pumping his fist at a faster pace, feeling himself grow close.

“Yeah they do. And they take my cock so well.” Chance said, turning your face to kiss you on the lips. 

Whining into his mouth, you tangled your tongue with his. Chance was nearing his own end as well. Not before making you cum again. He needed to feel your clench around his length. To make you feel amazing, like nobody else could. 

Feeling your walls flutter, Chance groaned. Good, you were close as well. 

Deciding to help you along, Chance reached his hand around your front. His fingers found your clit, circling around the nub. Sparks of pleasure added to the heat growing in your belly. You felt tears of overstimulation prick at the corners of your eyes. Close, so close.

“Give me one more.” Chance kissed your throat. “Cum for me.” 

His words were your undoing. With a scream, your pussy clenched around him once more. In his arms your body jolted as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. With the aftershocks, your body grew limp in Chance’s arms. 

Now that you had cum again, Chance began chasing his own high. He pressed you back down on the bed, smushing your face into the mattress. His cock pummeled in and out of you at a brutal pace. All you could do was moan and whine, tears trailed down your face as he kept sending waves of pleasure throughout you. 

Your sobs and whines made Parker reach his completion. You locked eyes as he felt his release hit him like a train. Hot spurts of cum shot out of his cock, coating his hand. He let out a long moan, keeping his eyes connected with yours. 

The sight of Parker fucked out by just watching you had you shivering. Your pussy fluttered around Chance’s cock. The feeling forced Chance’s orgasm out of him. His hips stuttered as you felt his length twitch within you. A satisfying warmth filled your cunt as he rode out his orgasm. Leaning over your body, he pressed hot kisses down your back. Still twitching inside you, his cock spurt out the final ropes of cum. 

For a moment, all of you stayed in place. Heavy breathing filled the room as you collectively came down from your highs. Your eyes were closed as you felt the remnant pleasure fade away. When Chance pulled out of you, you both moaned at the lost. Fluttering your eyes open, you made contact with Parker. 

Parker felt his heart jolt at the sight. Still so gorgeous, the fucked out glazed over look in your eyes had heat stirring in his belly. If only he was the one that made you look like that. Turning away from you, Parker was met with Chance’s gaze. It was almost challenging, as if he wanted Parker to say something to fuck this up. 

“Well, how was that?” Chance asked him. 

Chewing on his tongue, Parker contemplated his next words. 

“That was quite a show.” He could’ve stopped there, but didn’t. “Mind if I join in next time?” 

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“Never?” Tyrell asked, surprise written on his face. 

“Never.” You let out a sad laugh. “Though, is that really that surprising? Most guys just pump and dump, so I usually just take care of myself.” 

“So you know how to make yourself cum then?” He leaned toward you, clearly interested in what you have to say. 

“I mean, yeah. Gotta know what your body likes, right?” You felt your cheeks hit up at his proximity. 

Yes, you and Tyrell were officially together. Fantasizing about a future lounging on the beach with you on top of him. However, you had yet to truly be intimate outside of the occasional kiss. Afterall, you had many other objects to attend to. 

As you thought about the solo sessions with yourself, your face grew even redder. Meeting Tyrell’s gaze, you squeaked out.

“Wait… I’ve used you to clean myself up.” You covered your face in embarrassment. “Multiple times too!” 

A blush bloomed on Tyrell’s face, but he wasn’t deterred by your reaction.

“You know I love being on your body. Those were always very enjoyable experiences.” He brightly smiled your way. 

Peeking through your hands, you raised a brow. 

“It’s kinda hot… you know… getting to help you out after all that. Being near your most intimate parts, ya feel me?” He gave you an awkward smile that was somewhat endearing. 

Lowering your arms, you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Is something funny?” He gave you a confused look. 

“Kinda. It’s just cute how you’re trying to cheer me up, is all.” You gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Cute?” 

“Yes, Tyrell, very cute.” You leaned toward him, placing a peck against his lips. 

Pulling back, you saw the sparkle of adoration in the man’s eyes. It had your heart swelling in your chest. 

“So… could I try?” Tyrell asked you, a hopeful want on his face. 

It seemed like he was very enthusiastic about the prospect. An enthusiasm that had your thighs clenching at the thought. 

“Try making me cum?” 

“Mhmm. I wanna try it. If you’ll let me? I know I can make you feel amazing.” 

You thought about it for a moment. Sure, no one had ever made you finish in the past. However, you had yet to try that out with any of the household objects that now held your affections. Most seemed quite eager to please you. Unlike your previous partners that would either not care or were too impatient to try. 

Right now, it looked like the only thing the man wanted was to make you feel good. He hadn’t asked for anything in return. So really, would it really be an issue to let him try? Worst case, you don’t finish but know that he did his best. Best case, a partner of yours will finally have made you cum for once. 

“Maybe you can guide me.” Tyrell broke your trailing thoughts. “Like tell me where it feels the best and stuff. Then let your favorite towel bring you to pleasure paradise!” He pumped his fist with a confident grin. 

“Okay.” You nodded at him with a soft smile.

“Okay!” He nodded back at you enthusiastically. “Oh I promise I will make you feel A-MA-ZING!” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. 

You kissed him back, trailing your tongue on his lower lip. He groaned, allowing you to dip into his mouth. Tangling your tongues together you groaned as well. As you kissed, he gently pressed you down onto your bed. Laying his body over yours, he caressed you softly. You shivered as his hands trailed down your sides. Pulling away, he looked down on you lovingly.

“So how do you want to do this? I want to know every way to make you feel good.” He leaned down, pecking a sweet kiss against your nose.

“I guess I don’t really know? Maybe we could start with fingering? I know how to do that myself.” 

Tyrell nodded thoughtfully, but it seemed like he wanted more. 

“We could start with that, sure. But, I do want to taste you. If that’s okay.” 

The way he said it without an ounce of doubt had your face flaring red. He never seemed to waver from telling you what he wanted to. 

One of the great things about Tyrell was the fact that his confidence was well earned. He was always very good at the things he loved to do. It looked like one of those things was about to be you. 

Returning to kiss you, he teased at the hem of your shirt. Pulling it off, he smirked at the sight of your bare chest. Trailing his eyes from your face to your breasts, he let out a low whistle. 

“Damn.” 

“Tyrell, you see me naked all of the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s different like this though. I’m not doing my job, I actually get to enjoy this view.” His hand slid up your body, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. 

He teased at your nipple, pinching it. You let out a squeak of surprise at the action. It was followed by his other hand doing the same to the other nipple. From your throat to your chest, he pressed soft kisses against your skin. His mouth enclosed around one of your nipples, tongue lavishing the peaking bud. With amusement, he watched you whine and squirm at the feeling. 

He pulled your pants and underwear down, letting out a groan at the sight. Your pussy was already glistening with need. Though you knew you had been getting wet from just your conversation alone. 

Tyrell, slid his hand up your thigh. Stopping at your pussy, his fingers trailed through your soaked lips softly. Again he groaned. Your hips lifted at the feeling of his fingers brushing against you. 

Licking his lips, he looked at your eyes. Awaiting instruction, his fingers twitched against you. 

“Y-you can start with my clit. Like circling it softly.” You did your best to recall how exactly you pleased yourself.

Never had you put much thought into the process. Only ever chasing after the pleasure, not paying mind to exactly how you got that pleasure. 

Following your instructions, Tyrell moved the pads of his fingers to your clit. Slowly, he circled your clit. A spark of pleasure shot through you, making you moan. 

“I take it that’s a good spot.” 

“Mhmm.” You nodded. “Y-you can go a bit faster though.” 

Giving you a nod of acknowledgement, Tyrell sped up his fingers. His soft hand working away at your sex. He watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. An almost foreign feeling was brewing within you. A familiar heat within your belly, but something else was growing alongside it. 

“You’re so wet.” Tyrell said quietly, mostly to himself. 

“That’s what happens when I feel good.” You thought back on the others that hadn’t even put in this bare minimum effort for you. 

While the bar was low, Tyrell was superseding your expectations. It really did seem like the only thing he cared about was your pleasure. Even though he had a very prominent arousal pushing against his pants, there was one thing on his mind. 

“Can you put them in?” You asked breathily. “I let you know where it feels the best.”

Tyrell moved his fingers to your needy hole. Pressing them in, you let out a long moan. Grabbing his wrist, you made him stop. 

“R-right there.” You let out a shaky breath. “Curl your fingers right there.” 

He followed your instructions, curling his fingers inside your cunt. The feeling of your tight, wet walls sucking in his fingers had him groaning. The curl of his fingers had you keening. The pads of his fingertips pressed perfectly into that gummy sweet spot of yours. 

Heat bloomed in your belly once more, still accompanied by that new feeling. It wasn’t unpleasant… just odd. Your mind focused on the pleasure the man was giving you. His fingers pulled out moans from your throat. The feeling had you scrunching your eyes shut, a look of bliss on your face. 

Tyrell was loving every moment of this. Taking in your beauty as you writhed beneath him. He needed to be the one to make you finish. It wasn’t just a goal, it was a necessity. 

Slightly picking up the pace, Tyrell brought his other hand to your pussy. His fingers circled your clit again along with pumping inside you. 

Never had you experienced pleasure like this from one of your partners. No one had ever come close. Now, it seemed that Tyrell was going to have you finishing in no time. All it took was for someone to listen to your wants. 

Tyrell felt the walls of your pussy flutter. Squeezing then releasing around his fingers as you neared your peak. You cried out as Tyrell curled up against your sweet spot again. His fingers focused on pushing into the gummy spot with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer. 

Your breathing had become labored, pleasure washing over you with each push and pull. 

A perfectly timed circling of your clit and the press into your pussy was your undoing. The heat in your belly burst as those fingers continued to work at you. Hips jolting, you cried out. Never had you felt this way before, it was almost a religious experience. Expert fingers making you see blinding light behind your eyes that were shut tight. 

White hot pleasure coursed through your body as you let out a strangled moan. A sound that you had never even conjured up on your own. It only spurred Tyrell on, his fingers still brutalizing that sweet spot of yours. Then it happened…

“Oh fuck…” It wasn’t bad, it was a voice that sounded in awe. 

Slowly, you came down from your high. Body shaking with aftershocks as you let out soft whines. That was entirely new, and damn, you knew you were going to be addicted to it. 

Perching up on your elbows, you looked at Tyrell. His eyes were wide, keeping his gaze right on your glistening cunt.

“I-is everything okay?” You managed to stutter out, a bit concerned that he wasn’t talking.

Blinking back to reality, he nodded profusely. Leaning toward you he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sloppily tangling his tongue with yours. The force took you back for a moment. 

“Have you ever done that before?” His voice was raspy as he pulled back from you.

“Done what? I’ve made myself cum-.” 

“No, no. I know that. Have you ever squirted before?” He asked, eyes glittering with admiration as he looked at you. 

“I-I did?” You questioned, then looked down at the mess between your thighs. “I did.” You let out a gasp. 

The first time a partner of yours had ever made you cum was the first time that you had ever squirted. What a night for first times.

“It’s so messy…” Tyrell groaned at the sight of the slick on your legs. 

“S-sorry I didn’t realize.” 

“No, don’t apologize.” He let out an airy chuckle, as if he couldn’t believe he was able to make that happen. “It’s so sexy.” 

“It is?” You really didn’t know where this was supposed to go at this point.

“Yeah.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “It is.”

You smiled against his lips, humming contently in the afterglow of your shocking orgasm. 

“So what now?” You asked softly, biting your lip.

“Maybe I could make you do it again?” 

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Eddie’s jaw is tense, his back hunched over as he cleans out glasses before opening for the night. His eyes appear duller, as if there’s something wracking at his mind that he can’t let go of. The sight bothered you. After everything that had happened, you would hope the man would take better care of himself. While you knew you couldn’t erase all of the stress and worry away, you had hoped that you could ease Eddie’s burdens. 

“Do you think Eddie looks more stressed than usual?” You ask Volt as you wait for the bar to open. 

Volt hums to himself as his gaze moves to Eddie. Taking in the sight, his expression sours. 

“It appears so.” He sighed. 

You looked at Volt curiously, surprised he hadn’t noticed it himself. 

“Aren’t you and Eddie connected?” 

He looked at you, letting out a frustrated huff. 

“We are. However, if we wish to, we can block the other from our minds.” His tone was forlorn. It upset Volt how Eddie would push him away at times. 

“Does that bother you?” You asked him softly, placing your hand on his arm tenderly.

He placed his hand over yours, giving it a soft squeeze. 

“It does. I never do it to him.” Volt’s eyes narrowed at his partner behind the bar. 

Ouch. That undoubtedly had to hurt. 

“I’m sure he just doesn’t want you to feel burned with his feelings.” You tried to ease the blow.

“I don’t care. I hate when he pushes me away like this.” 

Taking his words in, you thought on them for a moment. Tapping your chin with your fingers, an idea came to you. 

“Have you ever tried pushing in?” You asked Volt.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, think about it, if Eddie can push you out and let you in, maybe you can push in instead.” 

“I don’t know if I should do that.” Volt’s fingers twitched nervously. “I do not wish to break Eddie’s boundaries.” 

“How will we know what’s the problem if he won’t let you in?” You raised a challenging brow at Volt. 

“Perhaps we could try talking to him first.” 

You let out an unamused huff, crossing your arms. 

“We could try, I suppose. But he’s often a tough nut to crack.” 

“True, but you’ve certainly softened him up.” 

“Fine, I’ll go talk to him.” You gave Volt a curt nod before heading up to the bar.

As you made your way to Eddie, he glanced in your direction, then back at the task at hand. 

“What can I getcha?” He asked, not looking up from the glass he was drying off. 

“I didn’t come up for a drink.” You said, as you looked over the man in an attempt to get a read on him.

“Then why did you come up?” He let out a low sigh. “I’m not particularly in the mood for conversation.”

“That’s too bad, I am.” You sat at one of the stools at the bar. “What’s got you moping around so much?”

Eddie paused, steely eyes finally looking back at you. While your words were somewhat sassy, the concern in your gaze was anything but. It made his heart hurt as you held that somber expression. 

“It’s nothing.” He dropped his eyes back to the glass. “Don’t worry yourself over it, spark.” 

“That makes me worry even more.” 

He set the glass down with another sigh. Truly, he didn’t want to tell you the thoughts racing through his mind. It was embarrassing to think about. Everything was going great, the breaker box was fixed, he and Volt were healthier than ever, yet… 

Eddie looked over at the stage where Volt was making final preparations before opening. You followed his gaze. 

“Does this have to do with Volt?” You asked softly. 

Pursing his lips, Eddie shook his head. No, he couldn’t tell you. 

“I told you, it’s nothing.” His words were tinged with irritation. 

“I don’t believe you.” You gave him a challenging gaze. 

“Why not?” He didn’t know if he actually had the willpower to argue with you. 

“Because you're making me push. You have something you really want to say, but you’re not saying it. I don’t understand why.” You walked around the bar straight up to Eddie. “But I will keep pushing until you tell me.” 

Of course you would. It’s one of the many reasons he fell in love with you. Chip by chip, you wore down his walls. If you hadn’t, who knows where he would be at the moment. So, he’d let you keep chipping. 

“I don’t feel adequate.” Eddie said quietly.

Eyes softening, you reached for one of his hands. Rubbing your thumb over it gently, he felt his shoulders relax. Really, he should’ve known by now that talking to you would help.
“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I’m just not right for you, the both of you.” His gaze returned to Volt. “Honestly you deserve each other.” 

His words made a sour taste fill your mouth. Is that really what he believed? Had you and Volt pushed him into this ideology?

“Why do you think that?” You felt a wave of sadness crash over you, but attempted to keep yourself stable to help him.

“I guess, I just see you and Volt…” He dropped his head, shaking it with a chuckle. “Forget it, it’s dumb.” 

“It’s not dumb. I want to know.” 

His eyes met yours, the sadness within them pierced your heart. Again, he let out one of those somber sighs. 

“Seeing you two together, I just feel like I’m out of place. Both of you are just so happy and bright, and I’m…” He gestured to himself, “this. A self-loathing piece of shit that can’t add anything to what the two of you have created together. I don’t deserve this.” 

His words had made your sadness turn into an anger of sorts. Perhaps there was some truth to his statement. The fact that his self-loathing was holding him back from allowing himself to be free in this relationship with you and Volt. 

“No one deserves anything, Eddie.” Your tone darkened. “Not you, not me, not Volt.”

  He was taken aback by your words, eyes widening at the angry appearance you now donned. 

“We build these things together. All of us.” You grabbed him by the collar, ripping him toward you. “You have added to this, you make this relationship whole.” You released him with a sad sigh. “God, I wish you could fucking see that.” 

“Is everything alright?” Volt had appeared on the other side of the bar after spotting the commotion.

“No.” You said, before Eddie could answer. 

Eddie shot you a glare, to which you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Perhaps the two of you should talk this out?” Volt asked, though he didn’t seem concerned. More like, intrigued. 

“The bar is about to open.” Eddie said in a deadpan voice. 

“And I can take care of the bar while the two of you hash out whatever this is.” 

“Fine.” Eddie began to walk to the back hallway behind the bar. 

Before you could follow him, Volt put a hand on your shoulder. You gave him a confused look. Leaning down, he whispered into your ear.

“I think he needs more than just words to get out of this funk.” Volt pressed a kiss to your cheek, then pushed you forward.

Thinking on Volt’s words, you pondered on what to do. Recalling your interactions with Eddie over the last few days you made a realization. Your partner hadn’t recently joined you and Volt in the bedroom for quite some time now. Now, you wondered if that’s what had contributed to Eddie’s thought process. Perhaps all he needed was some physical appreciation too. Likely, Volt had come to that conclusion before you had. 

Following Eddie’s trail, you saw him leaning against a wall near the storage close. He glanced at you, then back at the wall in front of him. Jaw tensing, he let out an annoyed huff.

“So, what exactly do you we need to discuss?” Eddie’s voice had an edge to it. 

Standing directly in front of him, you grabbed his chin. He let out a small surprised gasp. Confusion in his eyes at your abrupt action. 

“I think we’re done with discussions.” You said, then pressed a harsh kiss against his lips. 

Eddie was pressed back against the wall. His eyes widened as you kissed him, then they fluttered shut. A groan escaped his throat as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, he loved how good you tasted. 

When you pulled back, a string of saliva broke between the two of you. A lust filled gaze had Eddie’s eyes hooded as he looked at you. For a moment, you both caught your breaths. Shaking himself out of the stupor you put him in, a scowl formed on Eddie’s face. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He nodded toward the end of the hall. 

The bar had opened, and you could hear the commotion of other objects filling the space. Whoever was performing was tuning up a guitar onstage. None of that mattered to you though.

“Making up to you.” You responded. 

In return, Eddie’s expression became confused again.

“Have you been feeling left out lately?” You crooned, fingers twisting at the wiring on his clothes.

“Left out, I don’t…” He paused, realizing that you had pinpointed exactly why he had been upset. Even he didn’t realize the actual problem. “I’m fine.” 

“No you’re not.” You pushed a finger into his chest. “Stop pushing back against me. I just want to help you, Eddie.” 

“And how exactly are you planning on doing that?” 

“I can think of a few ways…” You trailed, biting on your lip. 

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you moved your mouth to kiss down his jaw and throat. Stopping at the sweet spot at the base of his neck, you lightly bit down then sucked. Eddie let out a low groan at the feeling, his body slightly shivering. You continued your descent, kneeling before him. As he looked down on you, his breathing grew more labored. 

“We shouldn’t, the bar…” He trailed, then moaned.

You had begun palming his hardening length over his pants. An amused smirk was on your face as you watched the man attempt to compose himself. He covered his mouth with his hand watching as you took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Grabbing his pants and boxers, you pulled them down just enough to reveal his hard cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, pumping up and down. He twitched in your hold, eyes rolling back in bliss at the feeling he hadn’t realized he had been craving. 

“I’m sorry we’ve been neglecting you.” You pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. “You know you can join us any time, right?” You licked a stripe up his length. “We always want you to, you know?” Then you took his entire length into your mouth.

His hand flew into your hair, a choked out moan muffled behind his hand. Bobbing your head, you smiled to yourself as you listened to the sounds he was trying to hide. The man seemed to be quite pent up. Something you could easily remedy. 

Although your only goal was to please him, Eddie didn’t feel right about that. Tugging your head back, he lifted you up by your hair. Pushing off of the wall, he turned your body around. Now you found yourself pressed against the wall with Eddie behind you.

Rough warm hands trailed over your body, one cupping your sex while the other gave your ass a cheeky squeeze. His fingers played over your clothed sex, making you let out a moan. Squeaking to yourself in embarrassment, you covered your mouth with your hand. Behind you, Eddie chuckled. 

“Not so easy, is it?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

Quickly, he removed your bottoms and underwear, revealing your needy hole. Spitting into his hand, Eddie slicked up his cock. Lining up with your entrance, he pushed into you. Both of you groaned at the feeling. The head of his cock pressing up oh so nicely against your gummy sweet spot. An electrifying feeling filling you as you arched your back. Oh, Eddie felt so fucking good. 

After a moment, Eddie began to thrust in and out of you. His body was pressed snugly against your back, as if he needed to make sure he was touching every part of you that he could. The position had his cock pistoning right where you needed him. Each thrust had a fire burning within your core. With every press into your sensitive hole, the flames grew hotter and hotter. 

Softly groaning and moaning behind you, Eddie was enjoying his fill of the pleasure. His body craving more and more of you. Why hadn’t he just joined in? Why was he so stuck in his own head that he didn’t allow himself to experience this bliss constantly? Well, that was going to change. No more sitting around and moping, he would have you and Volt. 

A particularly harsh thrust kissed right into your sweet spot. The feeling tipped you over the edge. Biting down on your hand, you let out a strangled cry. Eddie groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. Fuck, he loved the feeling of making you cum. Hopefully the loud music would drown out the sounds coming from the hall. The last thing you wanted was someone walking in on you, though the risk was very exciting. 

It appeared that Eddie felt the same. He would occasionally eye the entrance to the hall, each time he spotted a person walk past you felt his cock twitch within you. It was like he wanted to get caught. To make sure the other household objects knew exactly who could make you feel this good. 

Each thrust in and out of you had Eddie nearing his own peak. Your sensitive hole fluttered around his cock with post-orgasm bliss. The feeling sent shocks of pleasure through your body. His movements had grown faster, fingertips leaving bruises on your hips as he forced you to take every pummel into your heat. Hips stuttering, Eddie bit down into the crook of your shoulder. He groaned through his teeth as his cock spurt out hot ropes of cum into your awaiting hole. Huffing, Eddie pulled out of you. The sight of his spend trailing down your legs had him groaning again. 

Softly, he pressed kisses up your neck. He helped you get dressed again, then pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you.” He said softly, forehead pressed against yours.

“Don’t mention it.” You gazed into his eyes adoringly, making his heart swell. 

“Did you two talk it out?” Volt was leaning against the wall, eyeing you both. 

“We sure did!” You exclaimed. 

“Hey! I thought you said you were manning the bar!” Eddie rolled his eyes, pushing past Volt.

Before leaving fully, he looked at you softly. 

“Thanks again, spark.” 

Chapter Text

When Parker entered the coffee shop, he was surprised you were not there. Normally you would have your seat in a booth and he would slide in on the other side. He asked the workers who said they hadn’t seen you come in that day.

On the third day you didn’t come in, Parker felt a sense of unease. Deciding not to remain in the dark, he shot you a text.

Hey, haven’t seen you at the coffee shop for a bit. You okay?

He waited, then saw bubbles pop up. Good, at least you weren’t dead.

Hey. Sorry, I just have been feeling under the weather. Thanks for checking in. 

You rubbed tears from your eyes as you sent the message. Parker was just another reminder of what you had lost. You wondered if he even knew. Or was Chance too much of a coward to even tell his best friend what he had done. 

Arriving home, Parker was met with an eerie silence. That sense of unease returning to him once more. It had been a bit since he and Chance spoke. Though it was the third week of the school year, so he likely had a lot of work by now. However, Parker was bored, so he decided to bother his friend. 

“Chancey!!” He knocked on his roommate’s closed door. 

“Not now Parker.” Chance’s voice sounded stuffy, his response was followed by a sniffle.

Did he get sick too? The beginning of school was a period rife with colds and other ailments, it wouldn’t be surprising if you passed something to each other. 

“Is everything okay? You sound sick.” Parker didn’t receive a response, only hearing another sniffle. “I could make you some soup.” 

Chance knew he couldn’t keep hiding away in his room for much longer. Better to rip the Band-Aid off now. Pushing himself up, he opened the door. 

Parker was met with a Chance that had clearly been crying. Red ringed his forlorn eyes and he sniffled again. 

“Did something happen?” Parker had a bad feeling about Chance’s incoming response. 

“We broke up.” That had Parker’s eyes widening in surprise. The last time he had seen you and Chance together it seemed like you were doing great. 

“Was there a reason?” Parker attempted to hide it, but a part of him was slightly happy at the news. 

“Remember that humanities department party last weekend?” 

“Uh, I guess. I couldn’t go though, what does this have to do-.” Chance raised his hand, stopping Parker.

“Let me finish. At the party, Penelope pulled me aside and…” Chance looked away with shame. 

“Did you cheat on them, with fucking Penelope?” Parker could feel himself fill with heat. 

Chance didn’t answer, only responding with a forlorn nod. 

“We only made out, but someone took a photo with us in the background and they saw-”

“Were you going to even tell them?” Parker’s voice had an edge to it. 

Chance didn’t respond. Instead, turning away from Parker in shame. 

“I was drunk, I-.” 

“So Penelope took advantage of you?” 

“N-not exactly. We were both drunk.” 

“Chance, did you, or did you not actively kiss her?” 

Turning back to look at Parker, Chance was glowering. He let out a scoff. 

“Fine.” 

“Then fucking say it, Chance.” Parker shot him his own glare. “Say you cheated on them.” 

Clenching his jaw, Chance shook his head. Swirling in his dark irises, Parker could see his hesitation. Knowing that if he admitted it, he would have to come to terms with what he had done. 

“We only kissed, that’s all.” 

“You’re pathetic.” Parker spat, it was an uncomfortable response. One that he had never encountered before, yet it’s all he could see through his anger. 

How could someone, much less someone like Chance do that to you? It made Parker feel sick. Chance had gotten you, and just tarnished it. For what? A hookup in the hall of a frat house? 

“Whatever, man.” Chance didn’t want to continue this conversation. He already felt terrible as is.

“Did you even apologize? Or did you try making excuses like you have for me?” 

“I’m done talking about this.” Chance turned into his room, slamming the door behind him. 

Parker scoffed, glaring at the spot that Chance had been standing at.

“So are you just going to keep running away then?” Parker shouted through the door. 

“Go away, Parker.” Chance’s voice was muffled. 

“Typical Chance, always afraid of confronting his issues.” Parker rolled his eyes to no one. “Maybe if you actually did something you wouldn’t feel like absolute shit. Though, maybe you deserve to wallow in whatever self-pity you’ve managed to conjure up for yourself.” 

The door swung open, Chance was fuming.

“I said, ‘Go away, Parker!” He shouted in Parker’s face, but the other man was surprisingly unperturbed. 

“No. Not until you admit it.” Parker raised a challenging brow at Chance. “Say you cheated.” 

Warring with himself, Chance wondered if he should go along with Parker’s wishes. It was clear Parker wasn’t letting this go. 

“Fine. I cheated.” Chance let out a huff. “Happy now? I did what you asked, and I still feel like shit.” 

“As you should.” Parker crossed his arms. 

“Fuck you.” Chance slammed the door shut again. 

For a moment, Parker sat in silence. Tension was dissipating in the hall, but Parker knew that the argument that he had just had was certainly going to fuck over their roommate dynamic. Was that truly a bad thing though? Especially after what Chance had done? 

Parker sat on these thoughts, then walked into his room. Flopping onto his bed, he suddenly felt exhausted. Picking up his phone, he realized the real reason you had been avoiding the coffee shop. So not only did Chance fuck up his own relationship, he messed up his friendship with you. Parker wasn’t going to let that fly. Pulling you up in his messages, he texted you.

Hey, Chance told me what happened. I’m sorry, I hope that doesn’t change things between us.

After he sent it, Parker kicked himself. That sounded pretty selfish, he hadn’t even asked how you were doing. He waited a few minutes, then felt a buzz from his phone. 

Did he tell you everything?

Parker sucked on his teeth, wondering how he should respond. 

He told me he cheated on you.

To that you immediately responded.

He did??

Parker must’ve been right in his assumptions on Chance’s disclosure to you.

Yeah. Again, I’m sorry. You deserve better than that. 

He watched as your message bubble popped up, then disappeared, then popped up again. Likely trying to find the right words for your response. 

Thanks, P. I really appreciate you. I know Chance is your best friend and I didn’t want to make you pick sides or anything. 

Parker felt his heart swell at your response. He couldn’t give two shits as to how Chance felt about this. Not after he hurt you like this. 

There’s no side to pick. Chance fucked you over, that’s that. I’m not condoning his actions. 

You responded immediately.

You’re a really good guy, Parker. I hope you know that.

He smiled, feeling that swell in his chest again at your words. Of course you would remain such a sweetheart. 

So does that mean you want to still get coffee with me? 

Hesitantly, he pressed send. He didn’t want to rush you, but gosh, it sucked not seeing you. 

Of course. See you tomorrow then? 

Silently cheering, Parker pumped his fist. 

Coffee’s on me. 

The next day, Parker waltzed into the coffee shop with pep in his step. A bright smile on his face as he spotted you in your usual spot. The smile slightly fell when he saw the state you were in. Dark circles hung under your reddened eyes. He probably should’ve expected this, but he hoped he could cheer you up somewhat. 

Grabbing your orders, Parker walked up to your booth. When you noticed him, you gave him a soft smile. Some bit of the sparkle in your eyes glimmered as you looked at him. Parker felt his cheeks heat up and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Distracting himself, he held out your drink. 

Taking it from him, you took a sip. A hum of content buzzing past your soft smile. 

“Thank you.” You said softly. 

“Of course! It’s the least I can do, considering you always buy me coffee.” 

“Parker, I hope you know that’s not transactional. I just like doing nice things for my friends.” 

Oh, could you get any sweeter? Parker was gonna combust from this sugar rush you were providing him with your presence alone. 

As soon as it seemed like you were returning almost to your normal temperament, it was immediately tarnished. Jingling from the door had caught your attention, and your face fell. Your eyes grew watery at the sight before you. 

Chance had entered the shop, hand-in-hand with Penelope. He glanced in your direction, locking eyes with you. Then he whispered something to Penelope, making her giggle. Looking away, you started to pack up your things. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” Parker had noticed your sudden shift. 

“I’m fine.” You said bluntly, trying to hold back your tears. 

“It doesn’t look like you are. What happened, did I say something?”

“Look behind you.” You said, hoping he would get the message. 

Parker followed your instructions, eyes narrowing when he spotted the two had taken a seat near the entrance of the coffee shop. 

“That fucking asshole.” Parker turned back to you. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” You continued to pack up your schoolwork. “You’re not the one that is on a coffee date with a homewrecker.” You let out an incredulous chuckle. “To think, he spam called me last night. Leaving me voicemail after voicemail about how sorry he was.” 

“Whatever, fuck him.” Parker said, making you glance at him with surprise. “Wanna go somewhere else?” Parker stood up, grabbing his bag.

You nodded, feeling the beginnings of a smile curl at the corners of your lips. This was refreshing. While you knew Parker was the kind of guy to against the flow, you had somewhat expected him to side with Chance. Yet, it seemed like he was equally, if not more angry with him. 

He offered his hand to you as you finished packing up. You took it, making his heart jolt in his chest. At your touch, Parker felt sparks shoot up his arm. He dragged you through the shop. Not before purposefully walking past Chance’s table, throwing him a glare. As you exited, he could hear Chance let out a scoff. 

Parker took you to a nearby park, the two of you now sitting on a bench enjoying the morning breeze. He was leaned back, eyes closed as the rising sun warmed his face. 

“I’m surprised.” You broke the silence between you.

Peeking an eye open, he gave you a curious look. 

“About?”

“That you aren’t on Chance’s side.” You said, biting your lip nervously. You didn’t want to upset him.

He let out a sigh through his nose. 

“I might be his friend, but I’m not an idiot. He made a dumb choice and isn’t taking accountability for it.” He grimaced at the fact that Chance was with Penelope. “Honestly, it seems like he’s doubling down on it at this point.” 

“I’m surprised he had actually told you what he did.” You let out an exasperated sigh. 

“He didn’t tell you?” Parker’s original thoughts had been confirmed.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ sound. “It was like pulling teeth, even though I had the evidence on my phone.”

“The picture.” 

“Yeah, a friend of mine saw it and sent it to me.” You shook your head with a scowl. “He really tried to tell me it was AI.” 

“No way.” Parker let out a chuckle. 

“Yes way.” You rolled your eyes at the memory of confronting him. “He really thought that was going to work.”

“You think for a guy that wants you back so badly, he wouldn’t have done that in the first place.” Parker said. 

“One would think.” You sighed sadly.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” Parker didn’t know why he said it, but he did. 

“I know.” You gave him a soft smile. “You’re a good guy.” 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit for the bare minimum.” 

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Seems like that’s harder and harder to find these days.” You let out a sad laugh. “I just wish he knew how it felt. A year together, just thrown out for a fucking kiss.” 

“Maybe you could.” Gears were turning in Parker’s mind, maybe he shouldn’t…

You gave Parker a curious glance.

“What do you mean?”

“You could make him feel the same.” 

“Considering we’re no longer together, I don’t think I’ll have the opportunity to cheat on him. Not like I’d want to.” You shook your head.

“I meant, what if he found out that you had moved on quickly?” Parker knew that he was treading into dangerous territory. 

“Are you suggesting revenge?” You were now more interested in where Parker was going.

“Perhaps.” 

“And how would I go about doing that?” 

“You could sleep with his best friend and have him find out.” Parker tried to be casual, but felt his heart rate pick up. 

“Are you trying to find a roundabout way of getting me to sleep with you?” You teased. You knew it wasn’t the healthiest idea, but Parker was certainly intriguing you. 

“Perhaps.” Sweat began to prick at his forehead. 

Looking over Parker, you realized you didn’t have much of a reason to reject him. He was really cute, and certainly cared about you. What would a little tryst really do? Besides, the thought of making Chance feel even a sliver of the pain that you had been feeling was enticing. 

“Okay.” 

Parker’s eyes were wide. There was no way you had agreed to do that so easily. 

“Wait, really?” He pinched himself, making sure this wasn’t a dream. 

“Yeah. Why not?” You shrugged your shoulders, as if it was the most nonchalant response to fulfilling the man’s wildest dreams. 

“Uh, cool. Yeah. Alright!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Do you want to come over tomorrow night then?” His voice wavered with nerves. 

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you nodded. 

“It’s a date.” You winked, before grabbing your things and heading off to class. 

Returning home, Parker heard Chance in the kitchen. He tried to scurry to his room, but Chance spoke up.

“Hey.” 

Scooting back to look in the kitchen, Parker took in Chance. 

“Hey.” He responded. 

“Just wanted to let you know Penelope is coming over.” Chance said, though he didn’t seem too happy about it. 

“Uh. Cool.” Parker felt a sour taste in his mouth, but decided not to press. “Thanks for the heads up, I guess.” 

Before he walked back, an idea came to Parker. 

“On the subject of guests, I’ll be having someone come over tomorrow.”

That had Chance pause, he gave Parker a suspicious glance. 

“You dating someone?” Chance asked.

“Nah, more like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Ah. Good for you, man.” 

“Thanks. Have a good time with Penelope.” With that, Parker made his exit to his room. 

The next day, Parker was buzzing with nerves. A text had confirmed you were still planning on coming over. He scheduled it when he knew Chance would be home. There were two pieces making the nervousness bubble in his stomach. First, there was the fact that you were coming over. Coming over specifically to fuck him. Then, there was how Chance would respond. Oh, he knew Chance was going to hate his guts. However, it served him right for how he had treated you. Maybe he would make sure not to fuck with a good thing next time. 

When you knocked on the door, Parker jumped up. It appeared that Chance had decided to stay in his room. Oh well, Parker knew the walls were thin. Meaning, Chance would hear everything. 

Opening the door, he was greeted by your lovely face. His own grew a bright smile at the sight. 

“Hey.” You said softly.

“Hey.” His voice was also soft. 

“Can I come in?” You let out an airy laugh.

“Oh! Yeah! Of course. Gosh, sorry. It’s been awhile…” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Since you’ve had someone over?” You slipped off your shoes. “Or since you’ve fucked someone?” 

“Damn. Just right out with it.” He chuckled, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Is it bad if I say both?” 

You shrugged, giving him a suggestive smirk. 

“Just means I’ll have to warm you up then.” 

Parker practically melted right there. He let out a lovestruck sigh. 

“So, your room then?” You asked, already heading in the direction. 

“Of course!” He followed behind you. 

Once you entered, you made yourself at home by sitting on his bed. A sight that Parker never thought he would have the opportunity to see. Now, it was happening. A dream come true. 

The air in the room felt thick. Parker swallowed thickly as he sat beside you. You leaned toward him, making his breathing stop. 

“How do you want to start this?” You asked, eyes hooded. 

“H-how do you want to start?” Parker wet his lips with his tongue. His eyes darting to your lips, then your eyes as you waited expectantly. 

On the other side of the wall, Chance was in his own bed. Doom-scrolling through his various social medias, he attempted to push away the envious feelings brewing in his chest. How did Parker get a friend with benefits? Whatever… Then, he shot up. 

Pressing his ear against their shared wall, he let out a soft gasp. It was unmistakable, a voice that he had been hoping would return to him. There was no way. Did Parker really convince you to sleep with him? However, the proof was in the pudding. There was no way it was anyone else, he could recognize your voice anywhere. 

Deciding to take control, you leaned in. Softly, you pressed your lips against Parker’s. His eyes grew wide, then fluttered shut. Tentatively, he pressed back against you. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you elicited a groan from the man. Fuck, you tasted so good. His hand cupped your face, taking control of the kiss. You allowed him to push you back onto his bed. Parker crawled on top of you, straddling your waist. 

When he pulled away to look at you, he let out a gasp. 

“What?” You asked him sheepishly. 

“You’re gorgeous.” He let slip. 

Red bloomed on your face. While you believed that Chance had found you attractive, he still chose his words carefully. With Parker, it seemed like he just spoke his mind. It was nice, receiving such an unfiltered compliment. 

“You’re really handsome.” You responded, making his heart swell.

“You’re not just saying that?” He wanted to know if you were being honest with him. 

“Of course not.” Your gaze glimmered with adoration. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He leaned down to kiss you again, but you slightly grimaced. 

“S-sorry, could you not say that?” 

Right. That was Chance’s go-to compliment. It made sense why you wouldn’t be exited to hear it so soon. 

“Of course. I’ve got plenty more up my sleeve.” Parker leaned back down, trailing kisses from your lips down your throat. “Attractive, hot, the sexiest person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He nipped at your earlobe making you keen. “That better?” 

“Mhmm, much better.” You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. 

As you heatedly kissed, articles of clothing were peeled off of each other’s bodies. When he had you fully undressed, he let out a low whistle. You were also enjoying the view. Appreciating Parker’s toned lanky frame. For how slim he was, you were surprised to find how much muscle he was actually carrying. Running a hand down his torso, you were met with a shiver of his body.

“I really like your tattoos.” Your hands traced along his arms. “They’re really fun.” 

Parker blushed at the compliment. 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah, I do.”

“I’ve actually got a tramp stamp.” The confession had you jolting up, intrigue in your gaze.

“Seriously? You have to show me.” 

Shrugging his shoulders, he turned around. He slipped off his boxers, revealing the tattoo right above his ass. The words “lucky you” were in a cursive text along with some dice at the ends. 

“Oh my god, I love that.” Your finger traced over the letters, making Parker shiver again.

“You do?” He turned back around. 

His cock was rock hard. You had seen it before, but not this close. He was thinner, but had some fantastic length on him. Slick accumulated between your thighs at the thought of him inside of you. 

“Can I blow you?” You asked. 

He profusely nodded, positioning himself in a way that would be comfortable for you. Slipping off of the bed, you knelt between his legs. Taking no time, you reached for his cock. With a tight fist, you gave it a few pumps. Parker bit his lip, a muffled whine escaping his throat. This was so much better than he could ever imagine. He choked out a surprised moan as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Slowly, you slid his entire length down your throat. Making sure to hold back from coughing, you relaxed your throat. Up and down, you bobbed your head. Parker’s fingers curled in your hair, but he let you go at the pace you wished. All he could think about was the pure bliss that you were providing him. Looking down, he was met with the sight of you looking up at him. Something so hot, he felt his cock twitching. However, he didn’t want to cum just yet. 

With the leverage on your hair, he pulled your head back softly. 

“S-sorry, you were gonna make me cum real fast like that. Gosh… you’re really good at that.” His voice was shaky. 

“What would you like to do then?” You pressed a kiss to his length, watching his hips jolt with amusement. 

“Uh, could I… could I eat you out?” He asked nervously. 

“Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“Oh, I REALLY want it.” He said, face flushing at the reveal. 

You giggled, crawling back onto the bed with him. You pressed a kiss to his lips. One he reciprocated, tangling his tongue with yours with a groan. 

“Could you sit on my face?” He asked. 

“You sure?” You gave him a concerned look, but he nodded at you profusely. 

Laying down, Parker encouraged you to crawl over his face. You did as he wished, hovering over his face. Looking up, Parker groaned at the sight. You were dripping down your thighs, pussy just begging to be tasted. 

Without warning, Parker pulled your thighs down. Smushing your pussy right on his lips, he began to eat you out with fervor. Moaning at the taste, Parker swiped his tongue through your folds over and over. Using the tip of his tongue, he would circle your clit. Involuntarily, you found your hips jolting. Your pussy grinding against Parker’s mouth only spurred him on further. He needed to have you cum on his face. 

Through the wall, Chance knew it was unmistakable. It really was you that was fucking his roommate. Clenching his jaw, he beat himself up mentally. Hating the fact that he was currently rock hard. The sound of your moans and whines making his length twitch in his pants. It should be HIM making you let out those noises. Yet, here he was, listening to you pathetically. He could easily leave, yet he didn’t want to. Forcing himself to endure this self inflicted torture. 

Parker expertly lapped away at you. You found your orgasm was building up very quickly. It wouldn’t take long for the growing knot in your belly to finally snap. A goofy guy like Parker was certainly surprising you with how skilled he was with his mouth. By now, revenge wasn’t really on your mind. Just allowing this pleasure to wash over you. 

Clenching your eyes shut, you felt a wave of that pleasure crash into you with full force. Thighs shaking, you let out a long moan. Parker moaned as he felt your release splash on his face. His tongue continued to work at you as you came down from the high he brought you to. He knew he would gladly die like this between your legs. However, you weren’t finished with him. 

Pulling off of his face, you moved to straddle his waist. Your slick entrance teased at the tip of his cock. 

“I wanna ride you.” Your words were slurred as you let lust take over. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. Having you be just as into fucking him as he was into you felt phenomenal on its own. Actually fucking you, oh, that was incredible. He nodded, then let out a loud moan. 

You slid him inside of your warm heat. Both you and Parker groaned at the feeling. Your walls were still fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm. When you bottomed out, you squeaked. The head of his cock kissed right into your sweet spot. Something that Parker immediately noticed. 

Rutting his hips up, he made you whimper. A smirk came to his face at the realization. 

“Is that a good spot?” He asked, voice strained. 

With tightly closed eyes, you nodded. Unconsciously, your hips were bouncing up and down. You moaned as his cock continued to press into that gummy spot. At this rate you were going to cum in no time flat. 

“P-Parker!” You whimpered out, the sound shooting straight to his cock. 

“You close again?” He let out whine of his own, feeling you clench around him. 

Unable to form much of a coherent thought, you nodded. Bouncing up and down, that knot had returned to your core. 

“Oh golly. You feel so so so so good.” Parker bit his lip, trying hard not to cum in you just yet. “Please cum for me. Gosh, I know you’re gonna feel amazing.” 

His eyes rolled back as he felt you reach your peak. Your pussy clenched around Parker’s cock tightly. Another long moan escaped your lips as you shook with pleasure. Riding out your orgasm, Parker did his best to keep holding back. Just one more, that’s all he wanted. 

When you stilled for a moment, Parker decided to take over. Lifting you off of him, he flipped you onto your stomach. Pressing a hand on your back, he made you arch your ass up. Quickly, he shoved himself back inside of you. You moaned loudly, feeling him smush right into your sweet spot once more. 

“F-fuck.” Parker moaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. “Think you can give me one more?” His tone was desperate. 

In his room, Chance continued to torture himself. Hearing Parker make you cum that quickly in succession had heated anger brewing in his chest. It was clear you were really enjoying yourself. He knew the sounds that you made by heart, and now Parker was the one making them happen. Rubbing his palms against his eyes, he tried to think of something else. The strain in his pants wasn’t allowing him to. 

You nodded at Parker’s request. He reached around your waist, long nimble fingers finding their way to your clit. Swirling the digits around, he continued to thrust in and out of you. Each circle around your clit had you clenching around his cock. Soon he would be done for, the tightness in his balls becoming almost unbearable. Still, he needed you to cum first.

His wish was granted. The heat that had quickly built within you, bursting. As you came you cried out.

“Parker!” 

Hearing your voice call out his name was his undoing. Mouth latching onto the sweet spot on the crook of your neck, he bit down. A bruise blooming on your skin in the most pleasurable way. Hips stuttering, he unloaded into your cunt with a low groan. A satisfying warmth filled you as you felt his cock twitch deep inside of you. When he finished his release, he pressed soft kisses down your bare back. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He whispered as you came down from your highs. 

When he pulled out, you both groaned at the loss. He took in the sight of the mess between your legs, relishing in the fact that it was his doing. 

Parker helped clean you up, then you snuggled in his bed. Sighing you laid your head on his chest. Trailing your fingers over his skin softly, you thought on what had just happened. 

“I know that we had agreed to this for a reason but…” You bit your lip nervously. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” 

Parker felt his heart race as he looked at you.

“Really?” He asked, as if he couldn’t believe you had just said that.

“Yeah.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “It was really nice. And I like spending time with you.” 

Oh, you were going to make his heart burst. 

“We can keep doing this.” He said. 

“Thanks.” You snuggled against him with a content sigh.

As you left Parker’s room, you pressed a kiss to his lips. A sight that Chance had caught as he was walking back to his room from the kitchen. He also spotted the mark that Parker had left on you. Brushing past Chance, you didn’t give him the time of day. 

“I’ll see you around, Parker.” You shot him a wink before leaving their apartment. 

Chance was fuming. Leaning against the doorframe of his room, Parker gave him a smug grin. He was still shirtless, hair mussed up from your hands. Chance felt a sharp pang hit his heart.

“Hope you enjoyed my sloppy seconds.” Chance growled through gritted teeth. 

Parker shrugged at his words. 

“Call it what you will, but I prefer the term “just desserts.” 

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Too much. Everything was too much right now. Struggling to get comfortable, you let out a frustrated huff. Your mind kept circling over and over. Things that needed to get done, worries and concerns, the state of the world the thoughts came in one after the other. An unbearable, stressful mixture that was brewing in your mind. Nothing seemed to be helping you. 

A large hand on your shoulder pulled you into reality for a moment. Turning to its owner, you saw Koa giving you a concerned look. Brows knitted together as he took in your frazzled state. 

“You’re thinking too much.” He said in that smooth voice of his.

“I can’t stop.” You sighed, grabbing at your head in frustration. 

“Make it stop.” He shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes. 

How the man was able to relax so easily was an enigma to you. It was an ability you were envious of. Wishing so badly you could just turn off your mind and let go. However, nothing seemed to work. 

Breathing exercises? Those only made you hyperventilate. 

Mindful practices? Couldn’t do that if your mind was racing all of the time. 

Grounding exercises? You found those silly. 

Seeing that you weren’t going to stop any time soon, Koa decided to take matters into his own hands. His hands grabbed your hips, strong arms lifting you up and onto his lap. Startled, you tried to scramble off, but he held you in place. 

“K-Koa! What are you doing?” 

“Helping you relax.” He said in a calming tone. 

Those large hands began to caress your body, reaching around to cup your breasts. Reaching under your shirt, he teased at your nipples. Thick fingers pinching and rolling them into hard nubs. All the while he softly kissed up your throat. Your body keened at the feeling he was providing. 

One of his hands trailed down your torso, slipping into your pants. Those thick fingers began to play with your pussy. Circling around your clit and dipping into your hole. Soon enough, you were dripping wet. 

Letting out a content hum, Koa shifted you to the side. He slid down his bottoms enough to release his hard, thick cock. A bead of precum at the tip had your mouth watering, but Koa had other plans. You let him pull off your pants and underwear, then he lifted you back up. Turning you to face him, the man lined up his cock with your entrance. Slowly, he pressed up into you. 

Sighing, he continued to slide you down his cock. Each inch filled you up slowly, making you whine. He was so thick, you could feel every part of his cock pressing against your sensitive walls. 

Once you bottomed out, Koa pulled your torso to his chest. You felt so full of his thick cock, it practically had you drooling. Your hips slightly moved to gain some friction, but his strong hands stopped your hips from moving. Giving you a stern look, he shook his head side to side. 

“Relax.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Enjoy the feeling.” 

“Koaaaa.” You whined, trying to shift your body.

He still wouldn’t let you.

“Stop moving.” His tone was more commanding than you had experienced before. “Relax.” 

Deciding not to press your luck, you nodded. Letting him hold you close, you laid your head on his chest. Eyes fluttering shut, you listened to his heartbeat. You swore you could feel the beat pulsing from his cock, your pussy walls fluttering around the thick length. As you relaxed, you found your breathing tempo joining his. Chests expanding then exhaling in tandem. Soon enough, you found your mind becoming blank. 

Around his cock, your pussy dripped. The full feeling lulling you into a blissful state of mind. You couldn’t really remember what you were thinking about. Not when you were stuffed full of the man. What your mind focused on was the feeling. How perfectly his cock settled into your heat. The head of his cock smushed right into your sweet spot, making you drool. 

With you relaxed, Koa hummed again. You heard his breaths grow even followed by soft snores. He had managed to fall asleep with you tightly wrapped around his cock. Damn, he sure followed his priorities to a ‘t’. 

As you laid their, you found yourself growing drowsy. With a yawn, your eyes fluttered shut. Both you and Koa fell asleep together. It felt surprisingly nice, even if you wanted more from this. However, being able to finally relax didn’t have you minding that much. 

After a few hours, you were awoken by the feeling of thick fingers playing with your clit. Blinking awake, you were met by the content gaze of Koa. You yawned, hips jolting at the feeling of him stimulating your sensitive bud. 

“Good sleep?” He asked, his own voice sleepy.

“Mhmm. That feels really nice.” You purred, snuggling into his chest. 

“Good.” 

Koa continued to play with your pussy, still wrapped around his hard length. He grunted when he felt your pussy clench around him. A heat was growing in your belly with each swirl around your clit. Small whimpers and whines escaped you as he continued to build up your orgasm. Scrunching your eyes shut, you felt pleasure wash over you. It wasn’t super hard hitting, but still blissful nonetheless. Something that you needed. 

Feeling you clench tightly around his length, Koa let out a soft moan. His cock twitched inside of you as it spurted out hot ropes of cum inside of you. Both of you let out content sighs as your orgasms left you in bliss. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Better?” He asked.

“Much better.” 

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Dorian felt hot, too hot. He knew it was cool out, a light breeze flowed through his hair as he continued his daily hike in the woods. As he took in the sights, his eyes landed on a blooming wildflower. Shit.
Dammit, he had been too much in his head to realize spring had truly arrived. Sure, he noticed the snow melt and the morning frost fade away. However, he didn’t register the seasonal change. Too distracted…
Thoughts of you filled his mind. The curl of your lips as you smiled, the brightness of your laugh, a flash of your bare thighs when you wore those too short dresses. It had become harder and harder to not think of you. Now, he understood why.
He couldn’t let himself be distracted though. There was a pack he needed to protect. Other wolves that would be going through their annual ruts and heats. Thoughts of you were keeping him away from his priorities.
“Dorian!” The voice of a thick eastern European accent broke through his thoughts.
Jogging up was one of the other alphas of the pack, Dasha. She smiled brightly as she neared him.
“Mornin’.” He nodded at her, then continued to walk down the path.
Dasha came to his side, joining his leisurely pace. She stretched out her buff arms, crossing them behind her head with a sigh.
“Heading to the witch?” She asked, noting the path he was following.
Dorian hadn’t even realized he had taken this trail. Just another example of how distracting you had become.
“Just takin’ a mornin’ walk. I like this trail’s… atmosphere.” He did his best to find the right words without coming off wrong.
“I’m meeting with her.” Dasha said, eyeing Dorian suspiciously.
“What for?” Dorian tried not to seem too curious.
“She said she had something that could help with ruts.”
That piqued Dorian’s interest. His brow raised with curiosity.
“Did she, now?”
“She did. Brewed me up something special.” She smiled at the thought.
“Perhaps I should visit with her then.”
Dasha shot him a knowing look, chuckling.
“Is something funny?” Dorian didn’t seem amused.
“Oh nothing, my friend. Just thought of something funny. That is all.” She shrugged with a smirk.
Although Dorian didn’t believe her, he decided to leave it be. Continuing his walk, Dorian listened as Dasha shared tales of her recent exploits. Humming along with the occasional nod and question. Soon, your small cottage came into view.
At the sight, Dorian felt his heart rate pick up. A nervous sweat pricked at his forehead. He swallowed thickly, throat now feeling very dry.
He and Dasha made it to the door. Rapping in a recognizable pattern, Dasha knocked on the wood. Some commotion could be heard behind the door. Pots and pans clanging around as your footfalls stumbled forward.
“One moment!” You called out.
When you opened the door, you were greeted by Dasha and Dorian. At the sight, you smiled brightly.
“Dasha! Dorian! How lovely to see you!” You motioned for them to enter. “Come in! Come in! Sorry about the mess, you werewolves keep me quite busy during the spring!” You giggled to yourself, the sound making Dorian’s chest swell with adoration.
Looking around your home, Dorian spotted many jars filled with various colors of liquids. All of them gathered in groups along the countertops. Over a fire, a large cauldron was brewing a deep purple liquid that smelled sweet.
Flitting your hand over a group of purple jars, you hummed to yourself. When you found what you were looking for, you let out a satisfied squeak.
“Found it!” Plucking up a jar, you turned to hand it to Dasha. “This should help you out. Make sure you take two tablespoons in the morning and at night once your symptoms begin. It won’t stop your rut, but it should help with any discomfort.”
Dasha took the jar from you gratefully.
“Thank you! Your potions help so much!”
“Of course! I’m glad to help you all, considering you let me live on your land!”
“We want you to live with us.” Dorian said.
Almost a decade ago, you had been a nomadic witch. Traveling from town to town selling your potions and aiding people with your magic. One year when you journeyed back to the pack’s forest, Dorian desperately asked for your aid. A mysterious ailment had befallen on many of the children and they feared the worst. With your help, you had managed to find a cure for the illness.
Seeing as you had saved the lives of the next generation of the pack, Dorian asked you to stay. Even offering to build you a cottage where you could live and work. Now, you were the go-to for all kinds of needs. Providing potions, medication, cleaning supplies, and more.
“Oh! Before I leave…” Dasha reached for some items hooked on her belt. Handing over some rabbit pelts. “These are for you.”
You lit up at the sight, taking them. Rubbing your fingers over the fur, you hummed softly.
“Oh these will do perfectly. Thank you, Dasha!”
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can find for you.”
You nodded, giving her a grateful smile.
Dasha noticed the way Dorian was looking at you. It was common knowledge among members of the pack that their leader held quite the soft spot for you. For years now, he never took up a mate during his ruts. Preferring to go through them alone. Many wondered if this change had anything to do with you. While there were many suitors that sought him out, he always declined.
“Are you looking for anything to help with your rut?” Dasha asked Dorian, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Me? No, no.” Dorian chuckled awkwardly.
“Oh, do you have a mate this season?” Dasha pushed.
Dorian had a feeling as to why Dasha was questioning him. He didn’t wish to play along. Not in front of you, at least.
“No. I’ll handle it alone.”
That caught your attention. Concern furrowed your brow as you listened to their conversation.
“Again? It’s been how many years?” Dasha asked.
Dorian clammed up, feeling his cheeks grow hot. He eyed you, spotting your worry.
“Years?” You asked.
“Years.” Dasha nodded.
“It’s fine.” Dorian attempted to deflect.
“No it’s not!” Your exclamation surprised both him and Dasha.
Running over to your bookshelf, you skimmed over the spines. When you found what you were looking for, you pulled it out. Scampering back to the two, you glanced over the index and found the page.
“See, right here!” You pointed to a paragraph.
Alpha’s who have not knotted during their rut are at risk of growing frequently ill, are prone to violence, and may even die significantly earlier than those who do.
You read the words out loud, making Dorian’s eyes grow wide. He never knew that. Though now that you had brought it up, he had found himself getting sick more often than he once had. And while he never acted on it, he had significantly more violent thoughts than before. Maybe your little book was right.
“I implore you to find a mate.” You said, clearly worried for the alpha.
“I-I’ll see what I can do.”
“Do you have anyone you’re interested in?” You asked.
While he knew you were only asking in interest of his health, part of him hoped there was a personal curiosity.
“Yeah, do you?” Dasha smirked, shooting him a wink.
“I might.”
“You should ask them then!” You gave him a bright smile, unaware that the person he was talking about was you.
“I don’t know. Wouldn’t want to be too forward…” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks reddening.
“Well, you probably have a month before you really need to. I’m sure that’s a good amount of time to court someone.” Again, you shot him that sweet smile. The one that had his heart swelling in his chest. Oh, if only you knew…
“I’ll think on it.” Dorian said.
“Great! In the meantime, I can see what I can do to help you out with my expertise.”
“Oh I’m sure you could help him in many ways!” Dasha chuckled to herself, ignoring the glare Dorian shot her way.
Confused, you raised your brow at her. When no explanation was given, you shrugged your shoulders. Sometimes Dasha puzzled you, but never enough to truly worry you.
With that, Dasha waved with a thanks and headed out of your cottage. Dorian remained, unsure if he should leave. He didn’t want to.
“Did you need something else?” You asked him, returning back to your work.
“Uh…” Dorian really did not know how to word his wishes. It had been a long while since he had ever held romantic feelings toward someone.
You waited for him expectantly with a soft smile. Dorian had begun this habit recently. Spending more and more time with you, but he was always too afraid to actually ask to. Since you didn’t want to push him, you would usually just ask for his help with something. Which he always accepted.
“I could use some assistance in picking flowers, if you want to join me.” It was a bit of a lie, you already had plenty of flowers and buds. A little more never hurt though.
Immediately, you watched the man brighten. He nodded profusely, making you giggle.
“I’m looking for some tulips and daisies.” You said as you grabbed an empty basket.
“Okay. I’m at your service.”
“Thank you, Dorian.”
“Anything for you.” He let that bit of affection slip, making himself blush.
Pink dusted your own cheeks at his words. You couldn’t lie, Dorian had very much grown on you. Ever the gentleman, he went out of his way to aid his pack, which now included you. Sometimes it felt like he granted you special attention, but you didn’t look into it too much. Especially considering you did not want your heart broken if you were wrong about your insights.
Together, you and Dorian walked on a trail leading to an open meadow. The sun had fully risen above you, warming your skin. A light breeze flowed through the trees, rustling the leaves. It left a pleasant chill in the area. Your journey was fairly silent. Neither of you wished to break through the sounds of the nature around you.
Soon enough, you arrived at the meadow. You spotted an area dotted with the flowers that you were looking for. You plucked them out of the ground, placing them gently in your basket. Following your lead, Dorian began picking some as well.
As you worked, you hummed a familiar tune to yourself. Something that Dorian could recall hearing before, but couldn’t place where. He found himself humming along with you, trying to remember the lyrics. Noticing he had joined in, you paused with surprise.
“You know this song?” You asked, eyes sparkling with intrigue.
“Just the tune. I can’t remember the name, or the words.” He awkwardly smiled at you, something you found quite endearing.
“I think it has many names, but my mother always called it ‘The Tale of Unfortunate Lovers.’ I don’t remember the lyrics either, but I know it was something to do with two people who were deeply in love. They felt like their own lives were too hectic, so neither of them pursued the other in fear they would leave after learning of their flaws. It was very sad, but poignant, I suppose.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“Right.” Dorian recalled a similar tale, feeling a bit sad at the thought.
“Anyways, I think we’ve got enough flowers. Thanks for joining me.” Again, you smiled brightly at him.
“Of course.” He gave you a soft smile.
Once you reached your home, you turned to Dorian. Biting your lip, you wondered if you should ask him to stay. He was the leader of the pack though, you sure he was a busy man.
“Well, I’ll be getting back to work now…” You trailed. Gosh, you really didn’t want him to leave.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
“Uh, thanks again.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek, surprising both you and Dorian.
The man blushed deeply.
“Oh um…” You decided to avoid your embarrassing action. “I’ll try to find something to help you out for your rut.” Yeah… that wasn’t much better.
“T-thank you…” Dorian didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Have a good day!” You decided to leave this awkward situation, entering your home quickly.
Dorian felt slightly bad, wondering if he should’ve responded to your goodbye kiss differently. Truly, he had no idea what he was doing.
In a few days time, Dorian had returned to your home. You were working away at your potion making station. Grinding together herbs and flowers, tongue sticking out adorably as you concentrated. Clearing his throat, Dorian alerted you of his presence. When you spotted him, you felt your heart race.
While you had tried to find something to aid his ruts, there was nothing that would stop the ailments that affected Dorian were he unable to knot someone again. However, you had found something that provided you the ability to help. All you needed was for him to agree.
“Dorian!” You let out a nervous chuckle.
Raising a brow, Dorian’s expression turned into one of concern.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes and no?” You squeaked. “No, because I couldn’t find a potion or spell to help you. Yes, because I found a different way!” You twiddled your fingers nervously.
“What way would that be?” To Dorian it was clear you were side stepping.
“So I kinda found a spell that could make a non-werewolf go into a pseudo-heat.”
“Pseudo-heat?” He asked, though he had a feeling where this was going.
“Yeah, it’ll change their physiology to be able to take a werewolf’s knot.” You bit your lip nervously, feeling yourself heat up.
“Oh.”
You and Dorian were at a standstill. There was just one final thing to ask. The both of you knew you were the only non-werewolf within a thirty mile radius, meaning that you were implying…
“Yeah. So I could cast it on myself, and maybe, possibly, help you out with your rut?” You squeaked out the end of that sentence, unable to look him in the eye.
Dorian’s cheeks were burning red. You could do that? His mind already raced to the thought. Being able to fuck you silly, plug you full of his seed, maybe you could even give him pups… No, no. Attempting to remove the thoughts, he shook his head. He shouldn’t think those things about you. Even if he wanted to.
“I wouldn’t ask that of you.” He said, bluntly.
“But you’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t mate during this rut.” You felt a pang in your chest at the rejection.
“I will manage.” He began to turn away to leave.
No, you weren’t going to let him hurt himself again. Grabbing his arm, you made him stop.
“Dorian, please. Let me help you.” Your voice was soft, sounding almost sad.
Turning to face you, he felt his chest hurt. Sadness filled your eyes. You really did mean it, that was clear enough. As much as Dorian didn’t want to make you participate, it didn’t seem like you were going to let him go without a solution.
“Okay.” He sighed. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
A bright smile appeared on your face, your heart fluttered.
“Oh thank you! I know you won’t hurt me. Plus…” You gave him a cheeky glance. “I’m a little curious about how it feels.”
That had Dorian’s heart stuttering. An even deeper blush blooming on his cheeks.
“Y-you are?”
“Mhmm. I am a researcher after all!” You booped him on the nose.
“How does your spell work?” He asked.
“I’ll cast it, and whenever your rut starts, so will my pseudo-heat. You replied so casually, as if you weren’t informing him that you were going cast a spell to be able properly fuck each other.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He coughed awkwardly. “There are some nuances you might be unaware of…”
“What do you mean?” You gave him a quizzical look. For all you knew, you just needed to make sure you could take him.
“Well, us wolves do have courting rituals of sorts.” Now it was his turn to try and reveal some uncomfortable information.
“Like?” You pressed.
“Gifting things, making sure our…” He eyed you, unsure if he should say it. “Mates are healthy, and prepared.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.” You smiled reassuringly.
“I was putting it lightly, dear. If we do this, I will be smotherin’ you. Pretty much by your side the week before.”
“And inside, the week during.” You sent him an awkward wink, hoping to deflect the uncomfortable talk with some humor. It clearly fell flat.
“I just want you to know the true extent of what you will be gettin’ into. Wouldn’t want you goin’ in blind. Not to mention, if you’re going into a heat…”
“What about it?” Now you were very curious. You were going to be affected in a specific way too?
“Well, there’s instinctual rituals. Nestin’, scentin’, and whatnot.”
“Nesting?”
“Yeah, making a comfortable space for yourself. I’m not too versed in the going ons of omegas, but I know it’s a big part of preparing for a heat.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Regardless, I want to do this.” You rested your hand on his arm, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Seriously, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I appreciate your willingness. I want you to be absolutely sure you want this.” Dorian’s gaze grew serious.
“I promise, I am absolutely sure.”
“Let me know if you want out at any time.” Dorian really did not want you to feel like you had to do this for him.
“Once the spell is cast, there’s no take-backsies…” You chuckled awkwardly.
“Oh.”
“But I’m positive, I want to do this!” Truly, curiosity was getting the better of you. Not to mention the fact that you would be able to get intimate with the man you had been pining after…
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
You and Dorian planned for him to come over the next evening for you to perform the spell. It allowed you to gather the necessary materials needed before his arrival. Throughout the day, Dorian grew anxious. He hoped that you truly wanted to participate in this and this wasn’t just a form of pity on your part. At the very least, he would get to have this experience with you. Though, maybe he should tell you about how he felt. Keeping you in the dark felt somewhat wrong, but part of him didn’t want to risk facing your rejection. Perhaps just remaining as close friends would be for the best.
Nighttime arrived, and Dorian headed to your cottage. When he knocked, you immediately answered the door. Smiling giddily, you were buzzing with excitement. It had been a while since you had to perform a spell such as this.
You had cleared out some space in your den. A small rug sat in front of your fireplace with a wooden bowl and some candles surrounding it. Other various items were set out, likely components required within the spell.
“This is probably gonna take a lot out of me, so don’t be surprised if I fall asleep. I normally only cast minor healing spells, and I’ve been using up a lot of energy lately.” You warned him.
Dorian recalled when you had been working to heal his pack. There were times where you had been asleep for days at a time due to the amount of energy you expelled. It had deeply concerned him, but you kept reassuring him it was normal due to how much you were working.
You sat in front of your fireplace with the spell components before you. Taking a match, you lit up two tall candles. As you did so, you mumbled a prayer to the lunar goddess. When you finished, you motioned Dorian to join you on the floor.
“Lean your head toward me.” You asked.
He complied, then you plucked out some of his hair then dropped it in the bowl. He grimaced at the quick pain, but didn’t complain. You did the same to yourself, dropping your hair in the bowl as well.
Mumbling something under your breath, you and Dorian watched as the strands of hair braided together into a string. Picking it up, you reached for his hand. Gently, you wrapped the strand around his pinky, then around your own.
“This next bit will be a little painful.” You said, grabbing a small knife at your side.
As Dorian trusted you, he didn’t mind. Whatever you needed to do, he would understand.
“I’ll cut your palm, then you have to do the same to mind. As I do so, you need to say this phrase. Then I will say the same when you cut mine.” You spoke the phrase, informing him it was him consenting to the temporary binding.
Both of you followed the instructions, your blood falling into the bowl below. From the side, you reached for some items.
“Red clover and cinnamon for fertility…” You felt your cheeks heat up as you tossed the items in the bowl.
“Is that necessary?” Dorian’s face was also flushed.
“Yes. It is a mating ritual after all. Kinda comes with the territory.”
You continued on with performing the spell. Placing other objects in the bowl. At the end, you filled it with moon water. Once all the objects had been added, you spoke out the rest of the spell. The strand between you and Dorian’s fingers unknotted and fell into the bowl. The water began to bubble, then released a large amount of steam that engulfed all of the components. When all was said and done, the candles went out and the bowl was empty. The spell was complete.
Dorian looked up at you to receive that confirmation. It appeared it had worked, considering you were doing your best to stay awake. Eyes rapidly blinking as your head bobbed.
“Let’s get you to bed, love.” He spoke gently, standing up.
Reaching down, he pulled you in his arms. Carrying you bride-style, he walked to your bedroom. Gently, he placed you under the covers. When you were snuggled in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. As he looked over your resting self, he felt his heart swell. Feeling an overwhelming need to protect you, he realized he didn’t want to leave. Maybe it was just your spell, or perhaps it was just how he felt regardless. It didn’t really matter though, so he stayed. Laying down on the floor beside your bed, he began to rest. Though he made sure remained alert as well.
Blinking awake, you let out a long yawn. After expelling all of that energy, you found yourself quite refreshed. Amongst the sounds of the morning birds, you heard an unfamiliar noise. Loud snoring was coming from an area beside your bed. Looking down, you saw Dorian sleeping on your floor. You cringed a bit at the sight, wondering why he would remain in such an uncomfortable position.
“Dorian?” You asked quietly.
Taking in a sharp breath, Dorian jumped awake. Realizing it was just you, he let out a sigh of relief.
“Mornin’.” He said.
You let out a giggle at the sight of him. His typical prim and proper state was now mussed up from sleep. An adorable cowlick stuck out from his once tidy hair.
“Why were you sleeping on my floor?” You asked with an amused smile.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe.” He blushed with slight embarrassment. “You fell asleep right after the spell.” As he spoke he noticed something.
Lifting his nose, he sniffed the air. It was unmistakable, a delectable scent surrounded him. One that was familiar, but now very prominent. Quickly, he stood up, following the scent. It led straight to you, which led Dorian straight to pressing his nose right into the crook of your neck.
“Dorian!” You squeaked out at his sudden actions.
Immediately, he pulled back. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he spoke.
“Apologies. You just smell delightful.”
When he shared the news, you noticed a delectable scent yourself. It was clearly emanating from the man before you. Following his actions, you stood up and walked toward him. The source of the scent was coming from the crook of his neck. However, you didn’t lean into him.
“Wow. You smell really good too.” You quirked a puzzled brow. “Is that normal?”
“Yes.” He shuffled awkwardly. “I think it means your spell worked.”
That had you buzzing. Pumping a fist in the air, you cheered for yourself.
“Yes! I did it!” Pausing, you turned to Dorian with curiosity. “What happens next?”
“It’s a bit difficult to explain everything.” Dorian really didn’t know where to start.
“Alright, then I’ll learn through experience.”
Over the next two weeks, you could feel the effects of your spell growing stronger and stronger. Dorian’s presence was something you grew more used to. After completing his daily duties, he always made his way to your cottage. He was as gentlemanly as ever, though with a bit more physical affection than you had been used to. Though, you supposed you would need to get used to it considering the end goal of all of this.
Everyday he would greet you with a big embrace, making sure to cover you in his scent. It was odd, but you had a need to do the same to him. Rubbing up against his chest to make sure he had been marked by you as well. Dorian had attempted to explain it to you, but found it a bit embarrassing how much he was acting on instinct at this point.
More newness for you was your sudden need for various comforts. Finding yourself rummaging around your home for the coziest objects you owned and throwing them onto your bed. When you had joked about it with Dorian, he returned the next day with some items of his own. A blanket and pillowcase from his own bed, along with a couple of shirts and sweaters. Receiving them had you buzzing, immediately tucking them along with the other items in your bed.
“Would you mind if I spent the night?” Dorian asked as the two of you had dinner together.
He had made sure you had enough food stores for a little over a week, so you decided to treat him to a nice dinner.
“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You said.
In fact, your body was practically begging for him to stay with you. You hadn’t realized how affective the spell was going to be until you reached the point before fully reaching a heat. Buzzing along your skin left you uncomfortable, unless you were near Dorian. It seemed like he was the only thing that made you feel like you weren’t going stir-crazy. Even then, you had an aching need to just pounce on him then and there. However, you held yourself back. It didn’t help that the man had pretty much taken to holding onto you these past few days. A hand at your waist as you worked at your potion station. Leaning his head on your shoulder as you read through various educational texts.
“Is there a reason why you want to spend the night?” You asked, taking a sip of soup.
“It’s going to start tomorrow. I would prefer to be near my m-... to be near you when it does.”
“Ah.” So tomorrow you would be in a full fledged heat.
“How are you feeling?” He reached for your free hand, caressing the top of it with his thumb. The dreadful buzzing on your skin fizzled away at his touch, making you sigh.
“Hot, my skin gets prickly.” You returned the affectionate touch, squeezing his hand. “But having you around helps.”
“I had a feeling.” A small smile reached his lips.
“So, do you want to sleep in my bed then?” You absentmindedly stirred your spoon, nervously avoiding his gaze.
“I would.” At this point, Dorian was done with tiptoeing around the subject. It was too late for either of you to back out now, not that he wanted to.
You looked up at him, heart leaping in your chest at the adoration glimmering in his eyes.
“Okay. I would like that.”
In your bed, Dorian laid beside you. His fingers twitched, unsure if he should touch you or not. Turning to face him, you wrapped your arms around his sides. Pushing your face into his chest, you rubbed your scent on him.
“You can hold me.” You mumbled against him.
Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. A content rumbling sounded from his chest at the feeling of you pressed up against him. Slightly pulling back, you looked up at him. His eyes met yours and both your hearts stopped for a moment.
Licking his lips, Dorian’s eyes flitted to your lips. So soft, so perfectly kissable. As if on instinct, he leaned in. Softly pressing his lips against yours. He groaned as he felt you kiss him back. You slid you tongue into his mouth, tangling together. As you kissed, you felt a wetness grow between your legs. Something that Dorian noticed immediately. Again, he groaned. Pulling away, you let out a soft sigh.
“I don’t think I can wait til the mornin’.” Dorian’s breath had grown labored, as if he was holding himself back.
“I don’t want you to.” You spoke against his lips, before kissing him again.
That was all he needed to hear. With a strength you were unaware of, Dorian had your clothes torn off immediately. Left bare, he took in the sight with a moan. Again, it was clear that your spell had been quite effective. Slick glistened between your legs and was still accumulating. He was sure you were going to be able to take him easily at this rate.
Dorian tore off his own clothes. Granting you the glorious sight of his bare body. A beautifully toned chest complimented by a toned stomach dusted with a layer of hair that you somehow found quite enticing. A happy trail led straight to his thick cock, a swollen bulb of his knot at the base. The sight had you keening, a gush spilling between your legs.
Kissing and nipping down your body, Dorian made his way to the part of you he was desperate to taste. Spreading your legs apart, he took in your sweet scent. Shivering at how phenomenal you smelled, then diving into your heat. His thick tongue lapped up a long stripe, the feeling had you crying out. You didn’t know that a heat was going to make you extra sensitive among the other effects. His mouth sucked away at your sex, tongue circling your clit. Your hips jolted, pushing your pussy against his mouth. With a strong arm, he forced your hips to stay down. You continued to cry out with each lap through your slick folds. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste.
Soon enough, the familiar beginnings of an orgasm brewed in your belly. A growing heat that Dorian’s tongue was fanning. Licks and sucks to your clit had the feeling reaching higher and higher. You knew your peak was just around the corner. A swirl around your sensitive pearl had you screaming out. Slick spilling from your pussy as white hot pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. It left you shaking and whining, but Dorian didn’t stop. His tongue and mouth pulled two more orgasms from you before he pulled away.
When he looked down on you, he audibly groaned. Your body was shivering from the orgasms that came in such quick succession. Even though you already felt fucked out, you knew you were far from done. Opening your legs, you invited Dorian to use your body.
No words needed to be said. At this point, instinct was taking over his body. Lining up his cock, Dorian teased at your folds. It left you jolting and whining, your body begging to be filled by him.
The man didn’t take any time, easily sliding into your welcoming heat. Soft walls squeezed around his large length, making him lowly moan. While you were well prepared, you still felt wonderfully tight. After allowing you a moment to take in the feeling, he began to move. Each slide through your gummy walls felt like absolute heaven to the both of you. If only you had known you could’ve helped him sooner.
Dorian moved at a brutal pace, the tip of his cock smushing right into your sweet spot. It was overstimulating, but wonderfully so. An addicting feeling you didn’t think you could get enough of.
Above you, Dorian was grunting and growling. The animalistic side overcoming him. Lifting your legs, he pressed your knees down into your chest. The new position had his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you. You cried out as he pistoned into that gummy spot over and over. Another orgasm was brewing in your belly, begging to be released. Even through his instinctual haze, Dorian could tell you were close again. The feeling of your walls clenching and unclenching around him indicating your nearing climax. He continued at the pace, needing to feel you cum around him.
A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars. Slick spilled out of you as your pussy clamped around his cock. Dorian pressed his mouth against yours, his heated kiss swallowing your screams and moans as you shivered beneath him.
He didn’t stop fucking into you, leaving your pussy pulsing around his cock with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Looking at where you were connected, Dorian watched as your pussy was beginning to suck in his knot. Just a little more pressure and he could fill you full. Have you milk his cock with a forced orgasm. The thought spurred him on. Again, his mind wandered to what could come of this encounter.
“Please…” You whimpered, tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“What do you need love?” Dorian’s cock continued to brutalize your sensitive pussy.
“Please knot me. I-I need it!” You whined, spurring him on further.
Deciding to follow your wishes, Dorian moved with slightly more pressure. Shoving harshly against you, he pushed his knot into your awaiting hole. The action forced another orgasm from you. Your pussy clamped around him, making Dorian stutter out a moan. Inside your womb, you could feel warmth fill you. It was a feeling you had never experienced, but absolutely loved. Such satisfaction washed over you as he cock continued to pump you full with each twitch.
Once your climaxes passed, Dorian softly laid down over you. Making sure he wasn’t crushing you with his full weight. With the first knotting, both of your minds had returned with some clarity. Dorian hummed against your chest with content.
“We’ll have to wait a bit.” He lifted up to look down on you.
“Okay.” You said softly, it was clear he had already done quite a number on you.
“How are you?”
“Amazing.” You purred, reaching for his face. “C’mere.” You pulled his face down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Dorian reciprocated, feeling his heart swell. This was no longer and action that felt necessary, yet here you were. Kissing him because you wanted to.
“Dorian…” You said softly against his lips.
“Mmm?” Pulling back, he gazed down at you with adoration.
“This might be a bad time, but I must admit…” Your teeth worried over your bottom lip. “I had some selfish motivations by asking to do this.”
Dorian blushed at your implication.
“You’re not the only one.”
“Oh.” Your eyes widened, then softened as you let out a laugh of relief. “I guess that’s good to know then.”
“Yes, it is.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

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Sunlight streamed through the crack of your bedroom curtains. Blinking awake, you let out a long yawn. As you tried to get up, you felt strong arms pull you back to a hard chest. 

“Mmm, no. Please stay.” Hank 2’s voice came out in a whine. 

“I need to wake up, sweetheart.” You chuckled as he pulled you in closer. 

“Can I convince you?” He mumbled into your shoulder. 

Pressed against your backside, you could feel his hardened length. Smirking, you shuffled your butt against his crotch. He rutted his hips against you with a groan. 

“You know what you’re doing…” He muttered, then pressed a hot kiss to your sweet spot. The action made you keen, pressing against him again. 

“And you know what you can do about it.” You replied with a smirk he couldn’t see. 

Snaking a hand around you, Hank 2 slipped into your pants. Cupping over your sex, he gave a light squeeze. It had you moaning and shivering. 

Both Hank’s and your sleep shorts were pulled down. Spitting in his hand, he lubed up his cock. Slowly, he pressed into your needy hole. The both of you moaned in tandem. Holding you tightly against him, Hank 2 rutted into you. Occasionally a soft groan would escape his lips. Kissing up your throat, he stopped his lips by your ear. 

“You feel so good.” He whispered as he confined to fuck into you. 

“Mmm, you feel really good too…” You practically melted when his cock hit that particularly sensitive spot in you. 

He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around his length. 

“You close, love?” You sighed out. 

“Mhmm.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “But I want you to finish first.” He pushed the head of his cock right into your sweet spot. 

His hand reached to your front and began playing with your sex again. Writhing and moaning, you felt the pleasure building up within you. Heated kisses on the sensitive parts of your neck had it growing even stronger. 

Just one perfect thrust had you crying out in ecstasy. Your hole clenched around Hank 2’s cock. With a strangled moan, he released inside you. A satisfying warmth had you humming with content. 

After he pulled out, you turned to face Hank 2. His eyes were still in a sleepy haze, but a soft smile played on his lips. 

“Good morning.” You gave him a soft kiss. 

“Mornin’.” 

“You ready to get up now?” You teased. 

“Mmm, no. After that I wanna sleep even more.” 

“Suit yourself, I’m gonna go take a shower.” With that, you slid out of bed and headed to the hall. 

As you reached the bathroom door, another person had joined you. Hank 1 had just returned from a morning jog, in need of a shower of his own. You eyed him up and down, appreciated his well toned torso. When you realized you had been staring, you shook yourself out of your stupor. 

“Oh sorry, you can take a shower first.”  You said. 

“Oh House Homie, when will you learn?” He tutted at you with a grin. 

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him a confused look. 

“Whaddya mean?” 

“Isn’t it like, common knowledge that showering together saves water?” He had a hopeful gleam in his eyes. 

“Is that so?” You crossed your arms, raising a suspicious brow. 

“Totally. So YOU, should totally join me.” 

“If you say so.” You rolled your eyes with an airy laugh. 

Together you entered the bathroom. Hank started the shower, making sure it was at your preferred temperature. Stripping out of your pjs, you hopped into the shower with him. Thankfully, the space wasn’t too cramped. However, you still had to remain close to the man. Not that you minded. 

“Need me to suds you up?” He asked, not hiding his staring at your naked form. 

“Would you like to?” You asked, full well knowing the answer.

“Maybe.” He grinned at you. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

Grabbing your soap, Hank 1 began to lather you up. Softly trailing his sudsy hands over your body. Making sure to cover everywhere he needed to, though occasionally focusing on specific parts. His thick fingers tweaking at your nipples, and his hands grabbing at your ass. When he was done, you stood under the water to rinse off. 

“Want me to get you cleaned off?” You asked him. 

“Absolutely!” 

Taking his soap, you made sure to suds it up nicely. With soft hands, you trailed over his toned body. As you moved lower on him, you were met with his very hard cock. Smirking up at him, you placed a kiss to the head. He bit his lip with a groan as he looked down on you. 

“Want me to take care of this?” You tapped on his cock, watching it bounce.

“I-if you wouldn’t mind…” He tried to be chill, but you could see the excitement in his eyes. 

You kissed up his length, swirling your tongue at the tip. Wrapping your mouth around him, you elicited another groan from the man. His hand curled into your hair, softly encouraging you to take more of him in your mouth. Relaxing your jaw, you let your tongue trail along his cock at your head bobbed with the pace he set. 

“Oh.” He groaned. “I really needed this.” 

You hummed with content, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. Deciding to add a little more fun, you trailed your hands up his thighs. Lightly, you cupped his balls. As you gently fondled them, he moaned lowly. With the feel of your mouth and your hands at work, it wouldn’t be long before he came. By now, you were an expert at pleasing all of the men. Hank 1 was no exception. 

Taking a little risk for yourself, you swallowed down his length further. Deep throating him, you focused on his pleasure. He choked at the feeling of you taking him further, knowing he would be cumming quite soon if you kept up this act. 

“Fuck, H-homie!” Hank 1 grunted as he came. 

Hot ropes shot down your throat that you swallowed. When he pulled out from your mouth, you opened wide showing him you had taken everything he gave you. 

“Damn. I love you.” He rubbed a hand down his face at the sight of you, a lovestruck look in his eyes. 

“I love you too.” You hopped up, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

Afterwards, you finished your shower. Hank 1 helped dry you off, kissing various parts of your body as he rubbed the towel over your skin gently. When you both redressed, you gave each other a kiss then parted ways.  

Deciding to grab something to eat, you headed downstairs. On your way to the kitchen you passed by the living room. Chilling on the couch playing some sports video game sat Hank 4. Leaning over the couch, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The affectionate action distracted him for a moment, causing his character to miss completing a skateboard trick. Letting out a hiss, you cringed at yourself. 

“Sorry.” You said. 

“It’s alright brah! It’s only a game.” 

“Yeah, but it looks like you had a pretty good combo going on.” You eyed the results displayed on the Game Over screen. 

“Just means you gave me another chance to do something even more awesome!” He pumped his fist, giving you a toothy grin. 

Ruffling his blond curls affectionately, you let out an amused chuckle.

“Always thinking on the bright side, aren’t you?” You leaned towards him with a hum. 

“Hard not to when I’ve got such a hottie as a house homie!” Without warning, Hank 4 managed to lift you over and onto the couch with him. 

“You are deceptively strong.” You gasped out in response to the abrupt action.

He cocked his head to the side, worry furrowing his brows. He didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted you close.

“Is that a problem? I wouldn’t want to hurt my House Homie.” He had an adorable pout on his face. 

Shaking your head, you gave him a reassuring smile.

“No, not at all.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “In fact, I kinda like it.” 

Now you had gotten him going. That big grin appearing on his face once more. 

“Maybe we could test out my strength?” He asked with a suggestive tone, eyes hooded. 

“I certainly wouldn’t mind that.” Looping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for another kiss. 

Hank 4 kissed you back, a hand on your cheek. Slipping his tongue in your mouth, he groaned. Warm hands ran over your body, squeezing and caressing. Kissing down his jaw and neck, you elicited an airy moan. Nipping at his earlobe, had his hips thrusting up. He decided to not waste any time. 

Quickly, he removed his pants along with yours. With the same speed, he easily slid himself into your awaiting hole. Both of you groaned as he pushed inside. Once he was settled in, he gripped your waist and lifted you up. On instinct, you locked your legs around his waist.  Demonstrating his strength, he walked you over to a nearby wall. His ability to keep hold of you with such ease was certainly a turn on. Eyeing his arms, you watched his bulging biceps at work. 

Once he had you settled against the wall, he began to lift your body up and down on his cock. Grunts and groans escaped his lips as he used your body. At this angle, his cock was sliding right where you needed him. Moans passed through your lips. Both of you maintained  eye contact until he pressed a deep kiss to your lips. Eyes fluttering closed, you allowed yourself to fall into the pleasure the man was providing you. 

Hank 4’s pace picked up, slightly knocking your head back against the wall. Not that you minded. The only thing you could think about was the cock that was pummeling into you and the delicious plump lips that were kissing you desperately. Both of your bodies were nearing their highs. His cock kissing right into your sweet spot had you crying out, hole tightening around his length. Hips stalling, he spilled into you. A long whine escaping his lips as you felt him twitch against your sensitive walls. Sharing a deep kiss, you rode through your climaxes together. 

Gently, he pulled out, and set you down. Before cleaning up, you shared one more kiss. 

“I’m kinda glad you made me lose my game.” He grinned at you with a post-orgasmic glow.

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah. That was righteous, bro.” He pecked your lips. 

Once you were cleaned up, you decided to return to your original goal of finding something to eat. Entering the kitchen, you spotted Hank 3 eating at the island. Walking over, you noticed he was looking over some anatomy textbooks. Leaning over his body, you wrapped your arms around his neck. A kiss to his cheek had him smiling with a blush. 

“Need a distraction?” You asked. 

Looking over his school work made you happy you were no longer studying. Med school especially seemed like a nightmare.

“I wouldn’t mind one, hot stuff.” He turned to look at you, eyes trailing over your body. “Maybe you could be my study sesh. I am working on anatomy, after all.” 

“I don’t know how much I could assist you with the vascular system.” You pointedly nodded toward his opened textbook displaying the veins and arteries in the body. 

“Fair point, but I wouldn’t mind some assistance with the reproductive system.” He wiggled his brows suggestively. 

“You have such a way with words.” You giggled at his odd way of flirting. 

Pulling out from the island, he stood up. His hands went to your waist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. Through his pants pressed up against you, you could feel his already throbbing length. Cupping over his crotch, he grunted into your mouth. 

“Already excited?” You teased against his lips.

“You know what you do to me, man.” He bit his lip, a glimmer of adoration in his eyes. 

“And you know what you can do to me.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Turning you around, Hank 3 pressed your body over the countertop. Looping his fingers in your pants, he pulled them down. You were still leaking from your previous encounter. The sight had him groaning. 

“Been having fun this morning?” He purred, loving the idea of you being fucked silly by the others. 

“Maybe. Are you wanting your fill?” You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes hooded with lust.

“Mhmm…” 

Pulling off his bottoms, he lined up his cock with your sensitive hole. With you so slicked up, it was easy to slide in. Once he bottomed out, he let out a low groan. 

“Want me to fill you up again?” He leaned over your body, whispering in your ear.

Responding with a needy whine, you nodded your head. Fuck, it felt so good being used like this. Just letting all of your boyfriends have their turn with you till they were satisfied. It left you with a deep satisfaction of your own. 

Hank 3 began a brutal pace, bullying his cock deep inside your heat. Every time he pulled slightly out, your needy hole kept sucking him back in. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you had the man going crazy. His more feral side coming out as he picked up the pace. Making sure the head of his cock kissed right into that gummy sweet spot of yours. 

With your face against the counter, you moaned out. Mind a soupy mess after being fucked this many times within the span of a couple of hours. Your hole was just begging to be used over and over again. 

A hot ball of pleasure was growing within you once more. Hank 3 could tell you were nearing your peak. Tight walls clenching and unclenching around his cock as he rocked deep inside of you. 

“Cum for me, please.” He groaned out, biting his lip to stop him from spilling out right away. “Wanna feel you…” 

Slamming a particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars. Body seizing up, you cried out. Pure pleasure had you shivering as your hole tightened around Hank 3’s length. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. With each thrust, he prolonged the leg-shaking pleasure of your climax. A final deep thrust had him shooting hot ropes into your already filled hole. You hummed at the feeling of warmth pooling inside of you. 

Panting heavily, Hank 3 kissed down your neck and back. Pulling out, he groaned at the sight of the spend that trailed down your thighs. Picking up some with his fingers, he slid it back into your hole. You whined at the feeling of his fingers pushing back inside. 

“Mmm, homie, you look so good like this…” Hank 3 trailed, eyes still fixated on your hole. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.” You huffed out, still recovering. 

He playfully patted your ass, then assisted you in standing again. Your legs were quite wobbly, so he moved you to a chair. 

“Did you only come into the kitchen to give me a piece of that ass, or were you hungry?” 

You laughed, leaning your head on your hand as you watched him prepare a bowl of cereal for you.

“I was a bit peckish, but I couldn’t resist seeing a delectable meal studying in the kitchen.” You teased. 

“I was your first choice? Sick.” He nodded to himself with a smirk.

You gratefully accepted the food, suddenly aware of all of the energy you had already expelled before the clock had struck noon. Hank 3 finished his own breakfast as he continued to study. Once you were done, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. All you had left was to say hello to your final Hank. 

As you began to look around for him, you heard the sound of a vacuum running upstairs. Making your way back up, you headed toward the sound. In your home office, you found Hank 5 tidying up the space. He was vacuuming the space, lost in his own world. 

Tapping him on the shoulder had him snapping back to you. He gave you soft smile, turning off the vacuum. 

“House Homie!” 

“Good morning.” You pecked him on the cheek. “Need any help?”

He looked around the space, it appeared that most of his work was already complete. 

“Not in here, but I was planning on changing the bedsheets today.” 

“I can do that!” 

Hank 5 had a look of relief wash over his face. Seemed like your assistance would help take a load off of him. All of your partners contributed to the household, but Hank 5 tended to keep up most of the homemaking. Living with five other people could keep the home in a bit of disarray. You couldn’t blame him for being a little stressed. Perhaps you could help him relieve some of that once your chores were complete. 

Learning what you needed to do, you set off to work. In each bedroom, you teared off the bedsheets and pillowcases. Each bundle you brought down to the laundry room. Once you started a load, you grabbed fresh bedding and began to set up everyone’s room. It took a little over an hour, but once you were done you felt quite accomplished. 

Searching for Hank 5 again, you found him wiping down the bathroom sink. The rest of the space was sparkling. He was quite efficient. 

“Why don’t we take a break once you’re done with that?” You asked, walking up behind him. 

Wrapping your arms around his front, you pressed a soft kiss in the crook of his neck. 

“I don’t know, homie. There’s a lot I want to get done…”

“And I know you’ll get it done.” You pat his back reassuringly. “I just think you deserve to relax a little.” Your fingers trailed down his side, teasing at the waistband of his pants. 

“Oh… that kind of break?” Looking at your reflection in the mirror, he gave you a hopeful smile.

Nodding, you pressed another kiss to his sweet spot. One that had him stifling a whine. This Hank of yours was very sensitive. Something you greatly enjoyed. 

When he finished up in the bathroom, you dragged him to his bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, you crawled on top of him. Grabbing his face gently, you pulled him into a deep kiss. He took no time tangling his tongue with yours. His soft hands caressed your body as he let out soft moans from your kisses. Slightly pulling away, you kissed down his jaw and neck. Occasionally nipping at his sensitive spots, which had his hips rutting up against you. 

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, you pulled it off. Your eyes trailed down his toned torso, taking in the lovely sight. He aided you in the removal of your clothes as well till both of you were fully naked. 

His fingers reached for your needy hole, feeling that you were already quite messy. He groaned. It was something the Hanks all enjoyed. Knowing that the others were pleasing you well. Hank 5 wanted to make sure you were satisfied as well. 

You reached for his cock, gripping it tightly. Pumping your fist, a strangled moan escaped his lips. Smirking, you lined up his cock with your hole. As you sank down, you moaned. His long cock provided a lovely friction that you couldn’t get enough of. 

“You f-feel so good, homie…” Hank 5’s eyes rolled back in bliss. 

You began bouncing on his cock. As you did so, you controlled the angle of his cock. Making sure the head pressed right into that sweet spot. Pushing him in over and over, the pleasure making you keen. As you pressed your chest against his, he took the opportunity to pull you into a passionate kiss. Both of you groaned as you basked in the bliss you were giving the other. Heated breaths and moans being swallowed down by the other as you road him to completion. 

Each smush against your gummy spot had that hot pleasure coiling within your belly. Growing more and more as you bounced up and down on his cock. It felt like Hank 5 was holding himself back. Cock twitching with each slide of his cock inside of your hole. Much like the others, he always wanted to make sure that you finished before him. Even if it was very difficult to not cum then and there. 

“Please! I really want to feel you!” He cried out, pulling you tightly against him. 

His hips pushed up, forcing his cock deep inside you. The thrust had you falling apart with a cry. Tight walls spasming around his cock, tipping him over the edge. Hot spurts of cum filled you once again. Another bout of satisfying warmth making you feel all gooey inside. You slowly bounced on him, riding out your orgasms. 

Stopping, you kept him inside of you. A comforting type of fullness left you very content. Kissing him softly, you sighed. Pulling back, he gave you a soft smile. 

“Was that good for you?” He asked. 

Ever the pleaser, Hank 5 always wanted to be sure you enjoyed your time with him. He always enjoyed his time with you after all. 

“That was very good, sweetheart.” You kissed his soft lips. 

“That’s awesome to hear, homie.” 

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Ah! It’s too much!” You squeaked out, but Eddie kept pressing on. 

His fingers continued to pump in and out of your overstimulated pussy. With your arms tied up, all you could do was squirm and take it. Being forced to orgasm over and over again. For Eddie, it seemed like this task was nothing for him. Steely eyes trained right on your soaked pussy, making sure to hit you right where he needed to. 

“Too much?” He chuckled lowly. “Is this not what you wanted? Since you were so desperate for our attention all day?” 

It was true, you might have been pushing him and Volt’s buttons throughout the day. You just felt neglected by the men. Neither of them had given you much of their time during the week, and you were feeling quite lonely. Sure, you were spoiled by them in general. Being able to do as you pleased due to their jobs pulling in so much cash. However, truly all you wanted was them. So when they were so busy, you got pretty lonely. 

Having them home with you for the first time in a while had you pushing for their attention. Even though they were still technically busy with work, you tried to get them give you some of their time. It seemed that every time you tried though, they waved you off with a peck and a “promise for later.” You hated it. So when they finally did have time for you, you gave them quite the attitude. 

Teasing them with those short little outfits, but telling them that you weren’t in the mood. You were obviously lying. Especially considering all the physical teasing you were doing to them. Starting a heated make out sesh just to pull away with some stupid excuse. Trailing your hands over their bodies just to run off, leaving them very desperate. 

Eddie caught onto what you were doing immediately. He went to Volt to convince him on punishing you, but Volt had other plans. Oh, the punishment would come, but he wanted to see how far you would truly go with this behavior. Eddie let Volt have his fun, but there was only so much he could take. 

When you had woken him up with those lovely hands of yours working him over his pajama pants, he thought he finally had you ending your little charade. However, it was him that was left alone. With you giving him the excuse that you needed to go to the restroom, then you never returned to the bedroom. Volt laughed at the state Eddie was in when he realized you weren’t coming back. The man was fuming. If that was how you were going to behave, so be it. You’d learn your place soon enough. 

As soon as he got his hands on you that day, he dragged you back to the bedroom. Tying you up, then giving you all of his undivided attention. First dragging his tongue through your very needy cunt. A delicious sight that he wish he had taken sooner. Part of him felt as if your desperation had made you taste even sweeter than normal. Although he would gladly go pussy drunk for you, he did his best to maintain some semblance of control. Thankfully, Volt was there to assist as well. The two taking turns lapping away at your cunt, sucking on your sensitive pearl till you were gushing on their faces. Over and over, they made you finish for them. 

At first, you loved it. Receiving the undivided attention you so desperately craved. However, it had now become too much. Tears were flowing down your face as Eddie ripped another orgasm from your overstimulated pussy. His fingers curling precisely into that sweet spot of yours, forcing choked out moans from your throat. 

Seeing the state you were in, Volt wondered how much more you could take. However, you hadn’t given them your safeword, so clearly you were able to go on. 

“Look at you.” Eddie pulled his fingers out, pushing them against your mouth. 

“Such a pathetic little thing.” Volt crooned, his hand now taking over where Eddie left off. 

“T-too much!” You hiccupped out, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“You know what to say if you really want it to stop.” Volt  said softly. 

You didn’t say it, meaning his judgement was correct.

Rolling his eyes, Eddie stood up. Slowly he stripped out of his clothes, revealing his thick cock. A sight that had you shivering. Knowing he was planning on pulling even more orgasms from you. 

Volt stopped playing with your pussy, letting Eddie take his place between your legs. Holding his cock, he slid the thick head between your soaked folds. Whimpering beneath him, your hips jolted. He chuckled at the sight of you pathetically squirming under him. 

“Looks like you want more.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear with a hot breath. “Don’t you?”

By now words had somewhat escaped you, with a whine you gave him a nod. He pressed a kiss to your throat, Without warning, he shoved his entire length inside of you in one go. Body shaking, you cried out. Another orgasm ripped through you at feeling of him push right into your sweet spot. Your release coating his pelvis with your slick. More tears spilled from your eyes as you shook from the pleasure. 

“Fuck! Did you just cum from that?” He groaned as your pussy walls fluttered around him. 

Unable to look in his eyes, you nodded pathetically. Eddie couldn’t have you turned from him. Gripping your chin, he forced you to look at him. As he held onto your face, he began thrusting in and out of you harshly. His cock brushing through your sensitive walls was building yet another orgasm within you. He could feel your pussy fluttering around his cock, something that spurred him on further. All he wanted was to leave you fucked out and satisfied. Perhaps a bit too satisfied, but maybe that would teach you a lesson. 

His free hand gripped at your waist with a bruising force. You were sure his fingerprints would be emblazoned on your skin the next day. Eddie couldn’t hold back his deep groans. At this point he didn’t care if he looked desperate. He had been desperate for a taste of you, a taste of your tight sweet cunt. Finally he had you wrapped around him. After all of your teasing, it was the least he deserved. 

Thick fingers circled at your overstimulated clit. You whined, pussy clenching around Eddie’s cock. A harsh thrust into your gummy spot had your eyes rolling back. That impending climax was growing nearer. Eddie needed it to arrive. To make you cum around him again. All so he could spill his own need within you. Fuck, it really had been too long since you had fucked like this. 

Slapping against your clit, you broke. Slick squirting out of you as you came for the umpteenth time. Brain turned to mush as pleasure wracked through your body. With your pussy clamping down on his cock, Eddie spurted hot ropes of cum into your heat. A long moan passed through his lips as his cock twitched within you. 

After a moment to catch his breath, Eddie slipped out of you with a groan. Though, you were far from done. 

As soon as Eddie moved, Volt grabbed you. Lifting you into a position on your knees, he pressed his cock into you from behind. It was too much, but you were going to take it. 

Volt shivered at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. Your warmth enveloped him in the most delicious way that had him groaning. After settling into the feeling, he began to bounce you on his cock. 

A warm hand around your throat pressed your back against his chest. The position had him pushing deep inside you, pummeling right into that sweet spot. More tears fell down your cheeks as he forced pleasure to course through your body with each thrust. You felt him kiss your cheek, then lick a stripe up. Collecting your tears on his tongue, he groaned. 

“You’re beautiful like this, live wire.” He purred into your ear. 

His nimble fingers reached for your front, playing with your clit. More pleasure wracked through your body as he forced you near the edge. Soon you would be reaching that peak once more. Something Volt could feel as your pussy quivered. 

“Cum for me. Just one more time, darling.” 

His words had you toppling over the edge. A strangled moan forced out of you as you clenched around his cock. The tightness of your walls caught Volt off guard. Groaning through gritted teeth, he spilled into you. Another bout of warmth flooding inside of you with great satisfaction. 

As you came down, Volt pressed soft kisses up your throat. He softly pulled out of you, leaving a mix of your spend slipping down your thighs. At this point, you could barely move, much less speak. Body feeling like jelly and your brain scrambled. Both of the men gave each other concerned glances, then sighed in relief when you sent them a knowing smile. 

Together they helped clean you up. Pressing soft kisses to your buzzing skin, whispering praises in your ear that had your heart warming. They held you close to them, helping you come back down to earth.

“How you feelin’, spark?” Eddie asked, softly caressing your cheek. 

“Mmmm, good…” You croaked out.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Volt asked with a smirk.

“Mhmm.” You felt an embarrassed heat flare to your cheeks. 

“Good.” Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

Chapter Text

“How much is in it?” Chance eyed the bright pink gummy he was holding in his hand. 

“Around 10?” Parker shrugged his shoulders. 

“I don’t know…” Chance looked at you for any comments. 

Plucking the gummy from his hand, you popped it in your mouth. Chance stared at you with his mouth agape while Parker giggled at the sight. 

“Mmm, fake strawberry flavor. My favorite.” You rubbed your stomach with a giggle. 

“Your turn, big guy.” Parker said, offering a different gummy to him.

“I better not regret this.” Chance said before chewing and swallowing it. Sticking out his tongue, he scrunched his face in disgust. “Gross.” 

“Well, you guys enjoy yourselves!” Parker said, packing up his things. 

“Wait, you’re not staying?” Chance grabbed his arm with a worried expression. 

“Chance, you’ve smoked plenty of times. This is no different.”

“But I’ve never done edibles before.” It was a dumb excuse, but Chance was nervous to be left alone with you. Without Parker, he had no wingman. Flying solo. 

Shrugging Chance off of him, Parker let out a huff. 

“You’ll be fine. And I did tell you I had plans tonight. I just so happened to meet with my plug after work today.” He rolled his eyes at his friend before heading out. “Have fun!” He called over his shoulder. 

With the door shut, you were left alone with Chance in his room. Now all you had to do was wait. 

“Welp, whaddya wanna do?” You asked Chance, scooting closer to him. 

His breath hitched at your proximity. Gosh, you were good looking. How he managed to convince you to hangout with him on a regular basis, he couldn’t tell you. It didn’t really matter though, here you were. Sitting on his bed. In his room. Alone. With him. His heart rate picked up at the realization. Soon enough, both of you would be in a hazy high. Anything could happen in such a vulnerable state like that. 

“We could watch a show, or movie. I could make popcorn.” He suggested. 

“Oh! I have the most terrible movie to watch!” You giggled, the thought of you watching it high was appealing. 

“Great! I’ll get the popcorn started.” 

Chance offered you his computer to find the film, and you went on a sketchy site allowing you to watch movies for free. Pulling it up, you waited for him to return. With a full bowl of popcorn, Chance scooted next to you on his bed. Again, the proximity had his nerves on fire. Looking at the screen, he let out a chuckle. 

“The Room?” He smirked at you.

“How’d you know?” You teased. 

Prominently displayed on the screen was Tommy Wiseau’s name. Infamous among those in the indie scene, and Chance did know his movies. 

“Do you really need to ask that question?” He nudged your shoulder. 

“Hmm, guess not. Considering you’re such a nerd.” You poked at his glasses. 

“You’re the one that picked the movie.” He let out a chuckle, hoping the darkness in the room hid his blush. 

“Touché.” Nodding in acknowledgment, you turned back to the computer and pressed play. 

Both of you settled in, you slightly snuggled into Chance’s side. His breath hitched as he felt your head on his shoulder. 

As you watched the movie, you found it harder and harder to pay attention. Your mind was wandering to Chance. Part of you wondered if it was the weed, but you didn’t feel high at all. In fact, you felt quite alert. Especially alert of the man beside you. 

“You smell nice…” You murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. 

A flare of heat shot to his face as he turned to look at you. Your eyes were hooded and your cheeks were tinted pink as you looked back at him. For a moment, neither of you moved. Staying locked with each other's gazes. Eventually, you turned back to watch the movie. 

Both of you enjoyed the trash of a film, giggling at the terrible lines. Occasionally one of you would speak a quote word-for-word. Then, you watched as Tommy Wiseau got butt-ass naked during the first sex scene. While it was anything but sexy, your mind couldn’t help but wander to Chance. Was it just you, or had the room gotten warmer?

A sheen of sweat was on Chance’s brow. He too was feeling hot. His mind also turned to sexier thoughts of you. Mentally he slapped himself. Tommy Wiseau’s belly-button sex should not be a precursor to sexy thoughts of you. Yet, here he was. 

“Are you feeling anything yet?” He asked with a shaky voice, realizing at this point the gummy should have hit by now.

“I’m not feeling high, but I think I’m feeling something else.” You couldn’t place the feeling, all you could tell was your skin was prickly and you were very hot. 

“I’m uh…” Chance had a sneaking suspicion whatever Parker had given you was not weed.

He too was feeling something that he couldn’t place. All he knew was his heart was racing along with his thoughts. Those thoughts being full of you, you, and you. He decided he should figure out what was going on.

“Can you gimme a sex- sec!” Chance stammered, hoping you missed the Freudian slip. 

“Uh, yeah. I’ll pause the movie.” You hit the spacebar. “Don’t want to miss out on the two other sex scenes within the first fifteen minutes.” You let out an awkward chuckle. Why was sex the only thing on your mind?

 Out in the hall, Chance looked for Parker’s contact with shaky hands. After a few rings, his friend picked up.

“Hey man!” Loud house music could be heard in the background. 

“Parker, what the fuck did you give us?” Chance asked harshly. 

“Whaddya mean?” He sounded genuinely confused. “They’re just edibles.” 

“Are you sure?” Chance knew what he was like when he was high, and it wasn’t this. 

“I think so?” 

Chance grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Letting out a long breath, he tried to calm himself down. As best as he could, he pushed away the thoughts of you plaguing his mind. By now, they had made Chance physically react. A straining bulge was prominent in his pants, a sight that he groaned at. 

“Can you please check if they were?” Chance’s voice was weak. 

“Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec.” Through the phone, Chance heard shuffling and a zipper. “Alright I’ve got another one here. Lemme see…” Parker paused. “Um, so the label is in Japanese.” 

“Parker, send me a picture. You know I can read it.” Of course Parker would give him a substance that he couldn’t translate the label of. 

“Alright, you weeb.” Parker tried to deflect with humor. 

After a moment, Chance received a text from Parker. Zooming in on the wrapper, Chance skimmed over the words. More heat flared to his face. 

“Parker.” Chance didn’t know how to react. 

“Yes?” Parker had a feeling that this wasn’t good. 

“You gave us a quote, ‘experimental aphrodisiac’.”

“Oh.” 

“Dude! What the hell! Where did you even get this?” 

“Cam! He’s my plug. Said the stuff was really good if you wanted to have a good time with a partner…” Parker now realized that Cam had never actually stated that the gummies were edibles. “I have made a mistake.” 

“Yeah.” Chance sighed. “It’s too late now. How the hell am I supposed to tell them we just ate aphrodisiacs?” 

“You could just tell them? They’re gonna know soon enough, right?” Parker chuckled awkwardly. “Just please don’t kill me when I get home.”

“I’m not making any promises, Bradley.” With that, Chance hung up the phone. 

Sighing, he looked at his bedroom door. What was he going to say? Oh, sorry I just found out that Parker actually fed us a drug that makes us horny as fuck? Wanna wait it out, or get it on? Wait, no. That was bad. Sure, the thought was quite enticing. However, technically you had both been drugged with something you did not consent to. 

Shaking his head, Chance pushed back into his room. You were now sprawled out on his bed. Hearing him reenter, you lifted your neck, then laid back down. Everything felt so hot, it was hard to think. And the throbbing need between your legs was making it even more difficult. 

“Hey.” He said softly, crawling into his bed beside you.

“Hey.”

“So I talked to Parker.” 

“Yeah, did he give us duds?” 

“More like he gave us the wrong drug.” Chance realized that came off much worse than he meant. 

“Wait, what?!” That had you shooting up with wide eyes. “Please tell me I’m not about to OD on fentanyl.” 

“Whoa, whoa. Nothing that drastic!” Chance raised his hands defensively. 

“Then what is it?” 

“An experimental aphrodisiac from Japan.” 

You cocked your head in confusion. 

“Chance, what the fuck does that mean?” 

“We took gummies that are supposed to make us…” He looked at the picture from Parker. ‘Insatiably horny’.” 

“I’m gonna kill Bradley.” You stated in a monotone voice, eyes narrowing. 

“I’m with you.” Chance sighed. “So, what do we do?” He asked. 

Tense silence filled the air. Both of you knew what you could do, but should you? Perhaps you should just wait it out. However, that aching need was growing worse. You could feel the dampness in your panties. 

“We could just let it happen?” You asked, teeth worrying over your lip nervously. 

“You mean…like…” Chance rubbed his neck awkwardly. 

“Yeah.” You didn’t even have to say it. 

As if on instinct, both of you leaned in. Chance’s lips capturing yours in a heated, sloppy kiss. He groaned as your tongues tangled. Fuck, you tasted good. You couldn’t get enough of the man. 

Shifting your body, you straddled his waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him close. Chance’s large hands roamed over your body, the feeling had you shivering as your skin felt extremely sensitive. While you had both decided to continue this, it seemed that he was hesitating. Only lightly brushing over the sides of your body. That wouldn’t do.

Pulling back, you ripped off your shirt and tossed it to the ground. Leaving your torso bare, Chance stared at you with his mouth agape. 

“Chance, I don’t want to beg.” You grabbed his hands, moving them to your chest. “Please fucking touch me.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. Nodding, his fingers moved to your nipples. He pinched them, making you squeak out in surprise. Loving the sounds he was pulling from you, Chance continued playing with your chest. 

Realizing he was still fully clothed, your hands reached for the  hem of his shirt. Lifting his arms, he aided you in taking it off. Your eyes roamed over his bare torso, taking in the delicious sight. Chance didn’t realize you were admiring him in your silence. 

“Sorry I know I’m not-.” 

“You’re hot.” You said, still staring. “Really hot.” Your eyes returned to his face, then you lunged back at him. 

Lips crashing together, you both moaned. Chance was shocked at your response to him, pressing questions to your lips. 

“You really think so?” He breathed out.

“Yes. I’ve always thought that.” You said, not realizing you were confessing to him. 

“I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.” Fuck it, when in Rome, right? Or maybe it was, when in being under the effects of an aphrodisiac…

At this point, the time for sincerity was unimportant. Both of your minds were clouded in a horny haze. As you made out, you were grinding down on his bulge. Whining as it caught on your clothed clit. 

“Chance, I need to fuck you. Or for you to fuck me. I don’t care which, I just need you inside me.” That desperate ache had your pussy pulsing.

 In no time flat, both of you were completely stripped. Neither of you had the wherewithal to actually enjoy each other’s naked bodies. The only thing on your minds was to relieve the desperate throbbing of your sexes. 

Crawling over Chance’s lap, you lined up your pussy with his swollen cock. Patience was a non-existent virtue at this point as you pushed him inside of you quickly. Perhaps you should have gone slower, especially considering how thick he was. With how wet you were, you adjusted quickly. 

“F-fuck, you’re big.” You stuttered out as his cock fully settled inside you. 

“I am?” He whined at the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. 

“Yes. Has no one told you this?” You somehow still found words, best to use them while you had them.

“No. I’ve only fucked one person.” He groaned as he felt begin to bounce on his cock. 

“Well.” His cock filled you up again. “You’re.” A long moan as he pushed into your sweet spot. “Fuckin’.” A shared moan as you pulled up. “Huge.” You sunk down again, loving the feeling of his thick cock filling you up oh so nice. 

While Chance was certainly enjoying the show you were putting on as you bounced on his cock, he needed more. Grabbing your waist, he pushed your body back. You landed on the bed with an ‘oomph’, Chance’s cock still buried deep inside you. Pressing your knees to your chest, Chance pummeled into you. 

Moans and groans filled the air as the both of you followed your need for pleasure. Your pussy was absolutely soaked, easily sucking his cock in. Dropping to where you were connected, Chance groaned. It was like your pussy didn’t want him to leave. Continually pulling his cock back in over and over. 

Beneath Chance, you squirmed and whined. The man was stronger than you thought, keeping you pinned down right where he wanted you. His cock kissed right into your sweet spot over and over. Burning heat was begging to explode within you. With each press of his cock, it grew more and more. A hard thrust had your body bursting with pleasure. Never before had an orgasm rocked through you like this. Making your body shake and your pussy clamp down around Chance’s cock. 

Watching you fall apart from his motions, Chance let out a low moan. Your tight walls had his cock in a death grip, forcing him to cum inside you. Milking him for every drop he could give. And he gave a lot. 

Warmth filled your body as his cock twitched with each hot strand of cum that shot out. You moaned at the feeling, knowing you needed more from him. 

As both of you came down from your highs, a brief moment of clarity hit you. Chance appeared to have received the same. He looked down on you with a mix of worry and adoration. Pulling his face down, you kissed him deeply.

“It’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” You said, nuzzling his nose. 

“That’s good.” He bit his lip. “Cause I’m still really hard.”

At a house party across town, Parker looked at the ended call on his phone with a smirk. A hand clamped down on his shoulder, Cam leaned in with a stink eye. 

“What are you blaming me for, Bradley? You specifically asked for the stuff.” 

“Ah, don’t worry bout it, Cam. Just needed a scapegoat so I could get my friends to finally fuck each other.” 

Cam shook his head with a laugh. 

“Man Parker, you’re such a freak.” 

“Like you should be talking, Mr. Cucumber.” Parker nudged him playfully. 

“Fair point. But she said she wanted it. I’m not the one drugging my friends.” 

“To each their own, I suppose.”