Electra

Sitting perched on James’ thigh you faded in and out of the conversation around you, your mind too exhausted to really pay attention to anything other than the weight of his hands on you. The towel you had been using to dry him off lay forgotten on the floor next to your now flat beer, the shitty alcohol only making your blooming tension headache worse. It had been a long day, between scrambling out of bed at six-thirty and triple checking that nothing was forgotten in the hotel room before checking out and keeping James from snapping at some poor crew member you were bone tired. 

The slow and low beat of his heart had you in that in-between space right before sleep, your head lying on his shoulder, your chin tucked into his throat. You would have fallen asleep right there if it wasn’t for the press of his half-hard cock against your ass and the subtle, slight grind of his hips into you. 

Nobody seemed to notice, or if they did they didn’t say anything; the sight of you and James cuddled up together was common enough that no one even reacted anymore. The conversation carried on around you, barbs about who could’ve done better during the show were tossed around with little weight. Girls flitted around but were mostly ignored; the night’s show hadn’t been in a big city so the options for groupies were few and far between.  

Lars held court next to you and James, monologuing through a story that was mostly true while Kirk sat to his right, nodding along sagely and adding in details. Jason sat to your left, clutching a bottle of Wild Turkey like it was a lifeline, leaning in and muttering something in James’ ear that you couldn’t quite pick up. James shifted closer to him, jostling you in his lap. He steadied you, dropping his hand down to your thigh and holding you still. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up your inner thigh, inch by inch, until he was sliding them under the hem of your skirt and brushing over your covered pussy. 

“James,” you meant for your tone to be stern but instead all that came out was a whine, your heart pounding in your chest and your panties growing damp. He rolled his hips against you harder, his hand the only thing keeping you from slipping off his lap. 

“What, baby? Got something you wanna say?” He pressed his thumb down on your clit hard, forcing a squeak out of you. Jason smirked, following the line of James’ wrist to where his hand disappeared under your skirt. 

“Yeah, you’ve been awfully quiet over there.” His steel grey eyes were sharp and cold, his gaze nothing short of predatory. You shook your head, finding a spot on the ground and staring at it, too embarrassed to look at him again. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled, wiggling your hips, trying to dislodge James' hand. He snorted and pressed his fingers down harder, sending a shudder through you. The thin cotton of your panties was the only thing keeping his fingers from slipping into your aching pussy. Jason grinned and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Lars. 

“Het, you ready to head out?” 

You could feel the eyeroll from Jason at you both being glossed over by Lars, but you kept your mouth shut, all your focus going towards not whimpering at the way James was slowly circling your clit. 

“Yeah, I think I am.” He pulled his hand out from under your skirt and a wicked grin crossed Lars’ face when he got a view of your soaked panties. You tugged your skirt down as quickly as you could, a burning flush settling on your cheeks.  “What about you, Jase?” 

Jason stood and downed the rest of his beer, rolling his shoulders with a groan. “Yeah, sure.” 

James swatted your hip, standing up and pushing you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you up. He dragged you along with him, his fingers pressing into your side while he led you through the maze of tunnels out of the stadium. The night air was shockingly cold on your skin when you stepped outside despite it being October. Kirk and Jason walked ahead, giggling about something while you, James, and Lars trailed behind. 

“Roam was sloppy tonight,” Lars’ voice cut through the wind. James stiffened beside you then nodded. 

“I know,” James grunted, his fingers flexing around your ribcage. 

“Good, just wanted to make sure you did.” He clapped James on the shoulder before spreading up to join Kirk and Jason.

“Prick.” James muttered under his breath. You leaned into him, nudging your head against his chest. 

“I thought you sounded good.” 

His face softened at your words and he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. The limo was parked by the curb by the time you two made your way over, the engine idling while it waited for you. 

“In you get.” James pressed you forward with a hand on your spine, pulling you into his lap once he sat down. You fought the urge to mewl at his hands on you, squeezing you so tight you could feel bruises blooming from his touch. The limo lurched to a start and James used the movement to shove his hand back up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side and pressing his thumb to your throbbing clit. A soft cry slipped past your lips and you buried your head in his neck, crossing your legs around his wrist to hide what he was doing. 

“James, stop.” You whispered, shivers wracking your body. No one had noticed what he was doing yet, the other three were too busy digging beers out of the small cooler in the middle of the seats to look back over at you and James where y’all sat in the back. He shook his head and kept rubbing at you, circling his fingers faster. His other hand slid up from where it sat on your waist, forcing his way under your shirt so he could grope at your tits. His fingers were rough against your sensitive skin as he pulled and twisted your nipples. 

“James please, can’t we just wait?” You tugged at his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from your breasts. “Please, Jamie, I don’t want anyone to see.” 

“No one’s looking, baby, we’re fine.” He murmured, tweaking your nipple hard enough that you whimpered at the sting. 

“But James-” 

He pinched your clit and you bit down on your lip hard to keep a squeal from forcing its way out of your throat. 

“Don’t fucking talk back.” He stilled his hand between your thighs, letting you catch your breath for a moment. You nodded and relaxed into him, panting against his skin with every pass of his fingers over your clit. The rest of the ride passed in a blur as you fought to keep your mouth shut and your hips from rolling down onto James’ hand. You couldn’t tell if they were talking around you, your head was full of cotton from James’ touch, your body all hot and achy from pent up pleasure. 

You bit back a sob of relief when the car came to a stop in front of the hotel. James straightened out your top and skirt so you were covered before you got out, his hands keeping you steady when you climbed out on shaky legs. 

“Jamie, can we just go back to the room?” You said once you were inside the lobby. Looking up at him through your lashes you murmured, “just want to be alone with you right now.” 

For a second you thought it worked, James smiled and cupped your face, running his thumb over your cheek bone. 

“I know baby, but I told Lars we’d go to his, just for a little bit, I promise. Now, c’mon.” He pulled you along with him into the elevator, pressing the button to your floor and wrapping his arms around your waist. The hotel was ornate, bordering on ostentatious, the elevator decorated in a gaudy gold that made your head hurt. You missed the smaller, cozier places the band stayed at on the Justice tour, missed the simplicity of it. 

The three of them were in Lars’ room by the time you got there, all of them in the process of grabbing drinks. You stumbled in, tripping in your high heels and trailing behind James as he snagged a bottle of gin from the bar before heading to the couch. He pulled you into his lap once again, smoothing over your thigh with his free hand. He was still half-hard under you, his cock throbbing in his jeans as your ass brushed against him. Lars plopped down next to you, vodka soda in hand and a slick smile on his face. 

“What, no drink for the pretty lady?” Lars purred, his eyes roaming the expanse of your legs. You pulled your skirt down a bit more, grabbing one of James’ arms and draping it across your thighs.

“Not tonight, I’m already kind of out of it.” 

Lars looked like he was about to keep pressing it but James held up his hand, waving him off. Kirk and Jason meandered over, taking seats on the couch across from you.  

“God, we are never coming back to this shithole again.” Jason moaned and flopped against the couch. 

“Mhm,” Kirk nodded, “the girls here were awful. Jase, tell ‘em what you told me.” 

Jason groaned, burying his face in his hands before looking back up, laughing. You looked up at James, pleading silently with him to let you get up and run out of the room before the conversation devolved. He just held you tighter and you resigned yourself to having to sit through whatever filth they were going to spew. 

“So, I was hanging backstage, like an hour or two before we’ve gotta go on and this chick comes up to me. Layin’ it on real thick, batting her lashes, the whole nine yards, so we find a closet, right?” 

James let out a wolf whistle and Kirk clapped his hand on Jason’s shoulder, rocking him side to side. 

“Alright, alright,” Jason continued, “so I get her back in the closet and we’re havin’ a good time. She drops to her knees, and she starts goin’ down on me, its not half bad for a while and then, I shit you not, she fucking pukes.” 

A chorus of groans rang out and you grimaced, wishing to be anywhere but there. James chuckled underneath you, the low rumble going through your body. 

“Like, on you?” Lars asked and you glared at him for keeping the conversation going. 

“No, no thank God. She pulled off in time and did it to the side.” 

“That’s fuckin’ foul,” Lars laughed.

“What about you, Hamster? What'd've you been up to?” James asked, running his hand up and down your side.

“Oh you know me, this and that. Did Lars ever tell you about those girls back in Prague?" The smile on his face went sharp, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Oh, gross,” you muttered; you had already gotten a very detailed account from Lars. 

“Yeah he did, but he didn’t say you were there.” James spoke over you. He slid his hand higher up your thigh, his fingers dipping under the hem of your skirt. He rewarded you with a kiss on the cheek when you didn’t try to push him off. 

“Yeah, I was. You’d’ve enjoyed ‘em Het, they were fucking wild.” 

You bit back the retort that was dancing on the tip of your tongue; Kirk and Lars had made a game of trying to tempt James into cheating. Lars cut in before James could say anything, starting a retelling about what exactly those girls had done with him and Kirk. The press of James’ fingers against your covered cunt had you losing focus of what was being said, your whole world whittling down to not moaning and grinding down onto his hand. James kept at it, rubbing at you until your panties were soaked through, pleasure pooling in your core to the point that it ached. You needed to moan, to scream, to roll your hips, to do something. 

“James, stop,” your voice pitched up half-way through, the stop coming out in a whiny moan. Everyone’s eyes snapped over to you. You twisted, trying to wrench yourself out of his arms. 

“Uh uh, sit fucking still.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pinning your back to his chest. Your heart pounded, your breath coming out short and uneven. His fingers pressed against your harder, slipping under your panties and dragging through your folds. “C’mon baby, behave, just wanna show my friends how good you are for me. You're gonna be a good girl, okay? You can do that, right?” 

The three of them were still, watching with baited breath while James wrangled you. 

“James, I don’t want–” 

“You wanna make me happy, you wanna be good for me, right, baby?” He squeezed you harder, his nails digging into your side. You could feel it settling in, that sort of fuzzy, cottony feeling you got in your head whenever James used that tone of voice with you. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, starting a hole through the carpet. A couple groans sounded out but you were too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye. The weight of their gazes on you had your skin prickling and your cheeks going hot, your body oscillating between shame and arousal. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me, honey. Now just relax, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He released his vice grip on your waist to tug your skirt up, letting it bunch around your hips. It took everything in your not to try to cover yourself again, but the moans let out at the sight of James’ hand disappearing into your panties kept you from pulling the fabric back down. Lars shuffled closer to you and wetted his lips, his eyes focused on the ridge of James’ knuckles through your panties. He placed a hand on your knee, wrapping his slender fingers around it and pried your legs open. 

“Oh fuck,” Jason grunted, a low moan leaving his lips at just how wet you were. Kirk had already undone his jeans, his hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers while he watched you with his lip between his teeth. It gave you a head rush, the way they were all watching you like you were a piece of meat; for some reason it only made you wetter. 

“Christ, look at you.” Lars murmured, rubbing his thumb over the side of your kneecap. “You’re fucking soaked,” he said with an air of disbelief.  

“She’s a bit of a slut, y’know,” James drawled, “all sweet and pretty but the second I get her behind closed doors she’s begging me to bend her over and fuck her until she cries.” 

“Fuckin’ knew it.” Kirk groaned from across the room. Jason had taken his cock out and was stroking it slowly, his thumb dragging over the glistening tip. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. James teased his fingers into your entrance before pulling them back again. 

“We can hear sometimes,” Lars started, “y’know like on the bus or in shitty hotels, we can hear her screaming through the walls. Get off to it all the time.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, a little choked sound slipping from your lips. 

“I know,” James husked. He circled your clit forcing little whines from your lips. A strangled moan ripped its ways from your throat when he shoved two fingers into you, the stretch stinging. “Shh, baby, just be good. That’s it, just shut up and take it.”    

“He’s a little big for you, isn’t he, sweetie?” Kirk’s voice had your head snapping up. “Stretchin’ your poor pussy out and that’s just his fingers.” 

“Always wondered how you fit, Het.” Jason added, stroking himself in time with James’ fingers. 

“She loves it, don’t you baby?” James slid the hand on your waist up, cupping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks. You let out a little uh uh, too far gone to say more. The rough tips of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive walls had tears threatening to spill over your lash line, your stomach going tight at the white hot pleasure that shot through you from his movements. The brush of Lars’ fingers along the crease of your thigh had you tensing up, your eyes shooting open as you wiggled in James’ hold. 

“Let's get this off of you, sweetheart.” Lars tugged on your thong, letting the elastic snap black against your skin. He tugged the thin scrap of cotton down your legs, letting it dangle off one ankle before it dropped to the floor. The cool air was shocking against your heated center and your skin prickled. 

“Fuckk,” Jason groaned, “look at you, all stretched out around him, bet you look great fucked open on his cock.” 

He flicked his wrist quicker, his hips bucking up into his hand.

“You’re dipping, baby. You like our attention, don’t you?” Kirk cocked his head, his brows knitting together as he finally pulled his cock out. A squeeze around your throat from James prompted a nod from you; your head was too heavy with pleasure to string together a sentence. The wet sounds of James’ fingers driving into you filled the room, your arousal running down your thighs and staining the cushion beneath you. Your hips jerked down onto his fingers, your body chasing the perfect friction against your entrance. Liquid heat rushed through you, your core aching with tension. 

“Yeah she does, can fucking feel the way she’s getting tight around me when y’all talk. Such a fucking slut, getting off to my friends watching you.” James dropped his hand from your throat and slid it down your body. 

“What else d’ya think she’d let us do?” Kirk called out from across the room. His cheeks had gone red, his hand working a furious rhythm up and down his cock. Both he and Jason stared unblinkingly at where James was working you open, their eyes almost glazed over with lust. 

“Anything I tell her to.” James responded, swiping his fingers over your clit. “Isn’t that right, baby?” 

Mhmm, yeah, whatever you want. James please, I need–”

James’ hand came down hard over your clit and you cut yourself off with a scream. Lars laughed next to you, rubbing over your inner thigh. 

“Don’t care what you need, be a good slut and. Fucking. Take. It.” He rammed his fingers into you, pulling sobs from your parted lips. You were sore already, your pussy aching from the roughness of James’ fingers. Lars’ hand trailed upwards, his fingers ghosting a path up your inner thigh before James grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” James growled, his fingers spreading up inside you. You thrashed in his arms, your lips parted in a wordless plea. Jason and Kirk stayed silent, watching the show-down. 

“C’mon man, thought we were gonna share her?” Lars bit back, flexing his forearm in James’ grip. 

“We are.”

“What, so we're just not allowed to touch her pussy?” Lars huffed indignantly. You waited, hoping, praying that James’ possessive side would win out. 

“No, you’re not. It's just for me.” He said with an air of authority that left no room for argument. You breathed a sigh of relief and nuzzled your face into his throat. 

“If that’s what you want then fine.” Lars grumbled. Jason and Kirk both nodded, not seeming as upset as Lars was by the situation.  

“I get her ass first.” Jason called out from across the room. You whipped your head up, staring at him with wide eyes. He had stopped stroking himself and just had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his fingers flexing every once in a while. He wasn’t as big as James but it was a close thing, he was maybe just a half-inch shorter. You winced all the same at the thought of taking him; it had been a while since James had fucked you there. 

“She’s all yours Newsted.” James purred. Jason nodded, his hips jumping. 

“Good, bet a slut like her loves it up the ass.” 

You opened your mouth to protest but all that came out was a broken whine when James stroked at that spot inside you that had you shivering.  

“Yeah, she does. Took me a while to get her to like it but now she begs me to fuck her there.” He said, pride dancing in his tone. 

“Such a good girl, sweetie,” Kirk cooed, “letting him use you however he wants.” 

“Yeah she is, my perfect girl.” James pressed a kiss to your temple and shushed the whimper that was bleeding from your lips.

“No wonder you’re not into groupies anymore, you’ve got the perfect little toy right here.” Lars grinned, his eyes fixed on your pussy. 

“Yeah, and she’s way tighter too, not all used up like the sluts you guys are fucking. Isn’t that right baby, your tight little cunt is all mine, right?” James pinched your clit, pulling a shriek from you. 

“Yeah, all yours, fuck.” You whimpered, “‘m close, please.” 

“Yeah, I know you are, can fucking feel it. What do you guys think, does she deserve to cum?” James kept thrusting his fingers into you at the same mind numbing pace and you fought to keep yourself from unraveling. 

“Yeah,” Lars grunted, palming himself over his jeans. “Wanna see it.” 

Jason and Kirk groaned in agreement. 

“Say thank you, baby.” James murmured in your era. 

“Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyou.” Your words bled together as pleasure washed through your body, your pussy spasming around James’ fingers. You let out a cry, your eyes fluttering shut and you went limp in his arms, your hips jerking one last time. A soft whine fell from your lips when he pulled his fingers from you, reaching over you and holding them out for Lars to lick clean. 

“Fuck, she tastes good.” Lars groaned. 

James wrapped his arm under your legs, pulling you to his chest and standing, walking over to the bed slowly. He set you down gently, brushing your hair off your face. 

“You gonna keep being good for us?” He kicked off his boots, taking off his shirt and jeans and climbing onto the bed with you. The mattress dipped under his weight and you rested your head on his thigh, your breath coming out in pants against his skin. 

“Mhmm,” you couldn’t think, not really, your brain numb after James had wrenched an orgasm out of you. 

“I know you will, baby.” He ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you. Kirk joined you, pulling your legs apart and sitting in between them. You let him, you didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed about him seeing you like this. He dropped a bottle of lube by your hip, smoothing his hands over your ass. Bending your knee and hiking it up, spreading your legs wider.

“Thank you, honey.” Kirk pressed a kiss to your spine, his moustache tickling your skin. “Just relax for me, I’ll take care of you.” 

He popped the cap on the lube, drizzling some on his pointer finger before dropping it between your legs. He circled your hole and you jumped, wincing at the cold liquid on your hot skin. Slowly, once you had relaxed enough, he started working his finger tip into you, sliding it in and out until you opened up enough for him to press it to the first knuckle. He was gentle with you, kneading your ass with his other hand, peppering kisses up and down your spine.

“Kirk, fuck.” You flexed your thighs, a whimper slipping from your lips at the slight burn you felt in your rim. James weaved his fingers in your hair, lifting your head and laying it across his lap. 

“Uh uh, baby, no fucking whining. Just take what they give you.” James flexed his fingers, tugging until you whimpered. You forced yourself to relax more, letting Kirk’s finger slide into the second knuckle.

“Don’t listen to him,” Kirk murmured, “wanna hear your pretty noises.” 

He twisted his finger inside you, pulling down on your rim until ached, a twinge going up your spine and you had to let out a whimper. You kicked your leg out, trying to scramble away but he latched his hand around your waist, keeping you pinned to the bed. 

“Kirk, it hurts, please.” You whined, tears pricking in your eyes. You thrashed again and James pressed his forearm between your shoulders, holding you still. Your tears soaked his boxers, little sobs slipping from your lips when Kirk started to work another finger in too soon. 

“That’s it sweetie, just keep crying for me.” He shoved his fingers the rest of the way in and you clamped down around him, your body trying its hardest to push him out. Your hips ached, the pain radiating into your core but despite it all you could still feel yourself dripping onto the bed, your pussy fluttering around nothing. You went boneless under his hands, too tired to keep trying to get away. Your muscles relaxed and James lifted his arm off you, bringing his hand up to your head and running his fingers through your hair. A shiver wracked your body when Kirk added more lube to your entrance and forced his digits just a bit deeper. A shadow cast over you and then Jason was taking a seat by James' side, bracketing you between the two of them. 

“Could hear her bitchin’ from the other room, though you said she likes this shit.” 

“She does,” James grumbled, “fuckin’ look at her she’s basically humping his hand, she just likes to whine, I’ve got to train her out of it.” 

Kirk let out a huff, a little noise of offence. 

“Don’t you dare, she sounds so pretty.” To prove his point he sped up his fingers, prodding at your walls until you let out a shriek. A puddle of your drool had formed under your cheek, soaking the fabric of James’ boxers. His cock throbbed under, his precum mixing with your saliva.  

“Yeah, of course you think that,” Jason ribbed, “you’re a freak that likes to make girls cry.” 

Kirk laced his fingers into your hair and pulled you off James’ lap, turning you so you faced Jason. 

“Tell me she doesn’t look so fucking pretty like this.” 

Jason cupped your face, smearing your spit and tears across your skin with his thumb. 

“Yeah she does, such a pretty fuckin’ mess. Now c’mon Kirk, hurry the fuck up, I wanna get my dick in her.” Jason brought the flat of his hand down across your cheek lightly, the small crack shocking you. 

“You can do it harder than that, Jase, she likes it.” James purred. Jason looked at him disbelieving but wound his hand back all the same, bringing it down hard across your face. It hurt, your vision blurring from the impact. Over the ringing in your ears you could barely make out the fucked out moan that ripped from your throat. 

Kirk dropped your head down and you went limp again, your lips parting and your moans ghosting out over James’ thighs. He twisted his fingers again, bringing a third to press against your rim before slipping it in. Your back arched into the ache, your hips jumping against his hand. The bed dipped again and Lars took a seat by Kirk, running a hand over your thigh; through the haze in your mind you were just barely able to be glad that you and James had booked a king bed for the night. 

“Jesus, Het, she really is a fucking whore.” Lars pinched the curve of your ass, the sting shooting through your body. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re a slut, aren’t you, baby?”

You blinked up at him dazed, “mhm, ‘m your slut.”  

“C’mon, up,” Kirk tapped at your hip and slid his arm under your belly. You propped yourself up on your forearms, grateful for Lars’ hands on your hips to keep you steady. 

“What are you-” Your voice broke as Kirk’s tongue flicked your clit before sliding up the seam of your cunt and up to trace where your rim was stretched around his fingers. Your whole body went hot, your belly going tight at the feeling of his tongue there. 

“Oh my God, oh my God.” You babbled, your hips rolling back against his face. James’ cock jumped under your cheek at the sight of Kirk burying himself in you and you ran your tongue over the length of him, whining at the salty taste of his precum. The sound of skin against skin surrounded you, Jason and Lars were both stroking themselves, running their free hands over your body, pinching and pulling at you until your skin was red and stinging. Kirk pulled his fingers from you leaving you uncomfortably empty. The feeling didn’t last long though, he slipped his tongue inside you, lapping at your walls, pulling you back onto his face and grinding his chin into your clit. 

“Oh fuck, fuck,” fisting your hands in the sheets you shuddered around Kirk, the tension in your core building to its breaking point. 

“Fucking look at her, humping his face like a bitch in heat.” Jason leaned over you and brought his hand down on your ass, the impact radiating through your body. You were too far gone to really cry out, a small, little whimper was all you got out. 

“‘S Kirk making you feel good, honey?” James asked, scratching at your scalp. 

“Yeah,” you whined, panting against his clothed cock. He smoothed his hand down your spine, rubbing your back. 

“Alright, Kirk, that’s enough, she’s ready.” 

Lars reached down and wrenched Kirk away from you. He grumbled but still shuffled off to the side, letting Jason take his place. Jason ran his hands over your sides, planting one on your hips, guiding his cock with the other. He gave you no warning, no time to prepare, just slammed himself into you all the way to the hilt. A strangled scream left your lips at the pain, the ache of him shooting through your spine, all the way into your teeth, leaving your body feeling flayed open. 

“Fuck, she’s still fucking tight.” Jason grunted, rolling his hips back and snapping them into you. He weaved his fingers into your hair, shoving your face into James’ lap and using it as leverage to drive himself into you. He kept a brutal rhythm, fucking into you despite your sobs. 

“Jamie, hurts, please.” You heaved, looking up at James through tear laden lashes. He huffed, his hips bucking under you and grinding his cock against your face. 

“Good,” he grunted and tugged on your bottom lip. A hand ghosted over your side before sliding under you. Distantly you registered that it was Lars, his calluses from his sticks ticking your skin. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and twisted it, pulling until a scream left your lips. You bucked and thrashed, fighting to get away from his hold. Jason’s grip on your hips kept you in place, forcing you to stay still while he rammed into you. 

“Fucking take it, slut.” Jason grunted, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin. Every thrust had you letting out a wail, your pussy dripping at the constant ache of Jason cock dragging against your rim. Lars laced his fingers around the back of your neck, pressing you down harder into James’ lap. 

“Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking slut.” He shook your head for emphasis before letting go but you did little to quiet the noises you were letting out, your brain too numb to do anything other than whine. 

“God, fuck, c’mon, that’s it baby, just fucking take it.” Jason groaned, “you’re fucking lovin’ this aren’t you? Your slutty pussy is makin’ a damn mess over me fucking you. Stupid little bitch who loves it up the ass.” 

He slapped your ass, sending you jolting in James’ lap, a keening whine leaving your lips. 

“A fuckin’ fleshlight that can moan, that’s all you are, just a pretty little toy.” He pressed his hand down on your spine, forcing your back to arch more. 

“Fuck her harder Jase, c’mon.” 

If you had the strength you would’ve glared at Lars. Jason just grunted again, snapping his hips harder to the point that your jaw fell open and you were unable to hold back your screams. 

“She always this noisy, Het?” Jason was panting now, his thighs and torso coated in a sheen of sweat where they smacked against your ass. 

“Yeah, she’s a bit of a screamer,” James ran his thumb over your cheekbone absentmindedly. He tilted your head, letting you lap at the head of his cock through his boxers. 

“Jamie, ‘m I doing good?” You panted, your stomach twisting in knots with the need to please him. 

“So good, baby, such a good slut, makin’ me so proud.” 

“Can’t believe you didn’t share her with us before.” Lars pinched at your hips and Kirk ran his fingers over you in his wake, soothing the sting. 

“Don’t fuckin’ get used to it, it isn’t happenin’ again.” James half growled, tightening his grip on your head. 

“Jase,” you whimpered, your voice breaking, “please, slow down, I can’t…” 

“Shut up,” Lars slapped your ass again on the same spot, “toys don’t fucking complain.” 

Jason picked up the pace of his thrusts, somehow moving his hips impossibly faster. It felt like his cock was all the way in your throat, searing a path through you until there was nothing left. Blindly, you reached out your hand, patting around your head until you felt James’ and latched your hand around his index and middle finger. You squeezed him, tears streaming down your face. Jason grunted, his voice getting higher with each thrust. He dug his nails into your side, white hot pain welling up from his touch. 

“That’s it, scream for me.” 

Choked out sobs forced their way out of you, your body screaming for a break. Jason’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he moaned. 

“Fuck, Het can I cum inside her?” He breathed. 

“Don’t care where you cum, just remember, her cunt’s mine.” James smoothed his free hand through your hair again, pulling it off your tear soaked face. Jason gave one last cry before his cock twitched inside you and his cum burnt your sensitive walls. He ripped himself from you, not even going soft before he was pulling out and holding your cheeks apart, watching his cum drip out of your hole with a groan. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Lars craned his head over Jason’s shoulder, staring intently at where you were gaping from his cock. He let your go and your knees gave out when nothing else was supporting your lower half. James reached under you, tugging you up by your underarms and pulling you into his lap. Your head thudded forwards onto his chest, knocking against him hard enough that he winced. Every part of you ached and you let out a noise of protest at being moved. 

“James,” you whimpered, unable to say anything more.

“I know, baby.” He cooed, “you’re really out of it, aren’t you?” 

All you could do was stare up at him blankly and blink your eyes slowly. 

“Yeah, you are,” he placed his hand on your hips, lifting you slightly. “That’s okay, you don’t need to think.” One of his hands fell from your side and wrapped around his cock, guiding himself to your dripping entrance. Your whole body tensed up when he began to lower you down onto him, a needy moan leaving your lips at your pussy finally being filled. He brought you down slowly, careful not to let you just drop onto him. 

“There you go, that’s what you needed, isn’t it?” James asked, running his palm over your spine. You made a little mhm, and went limp against him. The mattress moving underneath you had you shifting on James’ cock, the tip pressing that spot in you that had you fluttering around him. Kirk shuffled behind you, giving you a second to breathe before pressing into you. He slid in easy, Jason’s cum and the leftover lube made it so that there was no resistance at all. Everything felt raw at this point, your walls aching, a pitiful little whimper leaving your lips when he bottomed out. You were impossibly full, already stuffed with James’ cock, it felt like Kirk had taken whatever space you had left in your body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, feel so good.” Kirk whispered, he wrapped his fingers around your jaw, pressing down hard. “Just keep crying for me, baby, wanna feel those pretty tears.” 

You couldn’t’ve stopped even if you wanted too, your brain was too far gone to think of anything other than the perfect ache of James’ cock filling your pussy or the subtle burn of Kirk fucking in and out of you, slow and deep. He used the hand on your jaw to tilt your head, almost painfully, and bare your neck to him. He placed kisses along the column of your throat, his teeth scraping you and leaving red scratches in his wake. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” James growled, shoving Kirk’s shoulder. 

“Don’t what?” Kirk smoothed a hand up your side, slowing his thrusts to a grind. 

“Don’t fucking leave marks on her, she’s mine, fucking remember that.” He bucked his hips up, jostling you on Kirk’s cock. The friction of James’ cock inside of you had you crying out and you clenched around him, dragging moans out of him and Kirk. You were babbling at this point, soft sobs of overstimulation leaving your lips with every shift of them inside you. James stayed still, letting Kirk fuck into you while he just held you. 

“James, Jamie please, I need, want…” You whined, your mind unable to form a coherent thought. He smiled down at you, taking your chin in his hand and pulling your face up to his. His lips brushed yours in a kiss that would have been chaste if it wasn’t for the setting. Pulling back slowly he grinned then slammed his lips to your, shoving his tongue into your mouth, filling your senses with the taste of him. Your chest ached with the need to breathe by the time he pulled away, your lips numb and swollen from his bruising kiss. You leaned into him, your head finding a place in the crook of his neck, your breath coming out in little huffs into his skin. A whine fell from your parted lips when Kirk shoved into you harder, his pace speeding up as he got closer. 

“Shhh, baby, he’s almost done, just a little more left.” James whispered against your hairline. “Doing so good for all of us, ‘m so proud of you.” 

Your pussy fluttered at the praise, your body going hot and your hips bucking against him. James slid a hand down your front, his fingers finding your clit with practiced ease and started rubbing at you. Kirk groaned as you tensed around him, his cock twitching inside of you, a low whimper leaving his lips. 

“Where are your manners, baby?” 

You blinked up at James, your mind blank.

“You gotta thank them if you want to cum.” He purred, pressing his fingers down harder on your clit. 

It took you a moment to think hard enough to find words, “thank you, oh fuck, thank you.” 

"What are you thanking them for honey?” James slowed his fingers, raising a brow.

“Thank you for fucking me.” You babbled, circling your hips down onto his hand.  

“What’d y’all think, does she sound grateful enough?” James looked between Lars and Jason but Kirk spoke up first. 

“Yeah, yeah she does. Make her cum, wanna feel it so bad.” He panted. James started moving his fingers again, rubbing at your clit with a precision that had your head spinning and your stomach going tight. It took almost no time until you unraveled, a high pitched scream leaving your lips as the world faded to white around you. Kirk didn’t last much longer and he buried himself as deep as he could go, filling you with his cum.  

“Fuckk,” he groaned before pulling out of you. You let out a small whimper at being empty again. Kirk held your ass open and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your leaking hole in a kiss. 

“You’re such a freak,” Lars grumbled, “now move. It’s my turn.” 

The bed dipped again and now Lars was behind you, giving you no time to prepare before ramming into you as deep as he could. You whined and wrapped your arms around James’ shoulder, digging your nails into his muscles. 

“Can’t take it, please, Lars,” you begged, “Jamie, please.”

Jason laughed from the side, squeezing your tits hard enough your squealed from the ache.

“Yes you can, baby,” James smoothed his hands over where Jason’s fingers had left red marks behind, glaring at him. You whimpered again, your center burning. Lars wrapped his arms around your waist, using it as leverage to rut into you. His rhythm was brutal, fast and hard and rough, just like he played the drums. 

“‘M not gonna last long.” Lars groaned, his nails biting into your hips. Jason laughed at the other side of him, his fingers tracing over your ribs. 

“You never do.” 

Lars slapped at Jason, not slowing down for a second. You couldn’t breathe, not with him fucking you like this, pushing the air out of your lungs before you had time to suck in another breath. You had stopped crying at this point, your eyes too dry and your body too tired to form any tears. James held onto your face, keeping you from burying yourself in his neck. He traced over your lips, pulling and squeezing them before slipping his thumb into your mouth. On instinct you wrapped your lips around it, sucking hard, your head going quiet at the pleasant weight of it in your mouth. 

“Oh fuck. You like this,” Lars tugged you off James’ thumb, “you like all of us using you like the toy you are?” 

He flexed his fingers in your hair, pulling until you whimpered. 

“Yeah, I like it, Lars please.” You whined, unsure what you were pleading for. 

“‘Ts too bad James got his hands on you first, you’d’ve made a perfect groupie. Such a goddamn slut.” He panted, “oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna…” 

He seized up behind you, his hips jerking one last time before he came with a groan. He went limp against you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back before he finally pulled out. The second Lars was gone from between your legs James was flipping you onto your back and hooking your knees over his shoulders. He slid deeper this way, filling you until you swore you could feel him in every inch of your body. There was a wet spot beneath you, everyone’s cum and lube leaking out of you, staining the sheets with filth. James stared down at you, running his thumb over your tear streaked face, giving you a second of desperately needed rest before he was pulling out until just the tip was notched inside your entrance and then rammed forward, foreign you to take him in one brutal thrust. The scream that left your lips echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls and leaking out into the rest of the hotel. The rhythm James set had you sobbing, again, fucking into you harder, faster, rougher than anyone had before throughout the night. 

“Oh God, so good baby, perfect fucking pussy, all mine,” James grunted. He drove you into the mattress with each thrust, forcing you to take him. Jason took a seat right by your head, laying his hand down on your lower stomach and pressing down hard. A choked grunt left James’ lips and Jason groaned, his cock twitching by your cheek. 

“Can feel you,” he murmured in disbelief, pressing harder on your belly. “Right there, can feel you fuckin’ her.” 

He took your hand and put it under his, letting you feel it too. You whimpered, the added pressure making your head spin. Every thrust from James had you whining, your overstimulated pussy aching from the drag of his cock. 

“James, please, need you to cum.” You whined, grabbing onto his hand. “Please Jamie, just cum, need it so bad.” 

They both laughed at you, their hands meeting on your belly. Kirk and Lars had gone off, probably to clean, leaving you with James and Jason. James hiked your hips up even higher, sliding just a bit deeper. 

“She’s takin’ you so good, Het.” Jason groaned, resting his hand on your throat. 

“Yeah,” James’ voice was tight, his brow furrowed. “Always does, such a good girl for me. You can choke her Jase, she likes that shit.” 

“You sure, man?” Jason tightened his fingers just the slightest bit before letting go. The effect was immediate, a soft moan leaving your lips at his touch. You arched your back, pressing your throat into his hand more. 

“Yeah, I trust you.” James murmured, sliding his hand down from your stomach to your core. He pressed his thumb against your clit, sending a bolt of electricity through you as Jason squeezed down on your throat hard enough that your head went fuzzy. You came like that, gasping for air and shaking under them, trembling around James’ cock. Jason pulled off you the second your lashes started to flutter shut, and he ran his fingers over your sore throat, tracing the marks he left.

“Fuck, did you just cum?” James heaved, his hairline glistened with sweat. He hauled you up into his arms, cradling your head to his chest while he bucked into you. A little sob wretched itself out of your throat. 

“‘M sorry, didn’t mean to,” you cried, too fucked out to process what was going on. 

“No mad, ‘m not mad baby,” he grunted against your hair. “Almost done sweetheart, it’s almost over.” He wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding you closer to him. 

“God, feel so good, so good baby,” James dug his fingers into your ass, “love you so much honey, so good for me, love you, love you, love you…”

James came with a groan, his hips stuttering up and his cock twitching inside you. Jason helped him lower you down to the mattress, the two of you too shaky to do it on your own. You wrapped your legs around James’ waist weakly, your body beginning to ache as each second passed. He pushed them off softly, pulling out as gently as he could. It felt like someone had dropped you in ice water, your heart seizing up your limbs going tense. 

“Wait, don’t go,” you held out shaky hands to him and Jason. “Please don’t, I-”

The tears came heavier now, sliding down your face in rivers. James picked you back up, standing so Jason could strip the ruinened duvet off the bed. 

“‘M not going anywhere, I promise, just didn’t want you sitting in that mess, okay?” 

You nodded against his chest and he set you back down onto the bed, nestling you between him and Jason. Kirk and Lars came back over with towel, lotion, and water, helping Jason and James clean up. The four of them pampered you, wiping away the mess in between your legs, rubbing your sore muscles while James held you. You curled into his embrace, falling in and out of sleep while the rest of them talked. At some point Kirk and Lars left, but you were too out of it to notice. You ached, every inch of your body sore and throbbing; you didn’t think you’d be able to walk for the next couple of days. You woke up sometime later in the night sandwiched between Jason and James while they watched basketball. Slowly, you sat up with a wince, blinking the sleep from your eyes. 

“What time is it,” you mumbled.