fast times fast nights

“Princess. You’re going to be late,” your handmaid peeked her head through the door of your bedroom. There she found you still sat in the same spot as 30 minutes ago when she had asked the first time.

“I’m fully aware, and I don’t care.” You continue to make adjustments to your hair as if you had all the time in the world. You were undoing the tight bun sitting on your head. Although you’d only had the style in for all of 10 minutes, you could already feel the headache coming. You were getting ready for your birthday celebration, but you hated everything about your look. Especially since none of it was picked by you. The dress was a disgusting shade of green, courtesy of your father. Your mother picked out the uncomfortable heels and heavy jewelry. The one thing you could control, at least, was your hair and makeup. Which is exactly what you were doing.

“Your father won’t be pleased with your late arrival at your birthday celebration,” you just sighed in response. It wasn’t your party. Just like your outfit, this event was completely planned by your father. Not one part of it was your idea. You were turning twenty today and still had little control over your own life.

This party wasn’t really for you anyway, and you and your parents knew that. As of recently, your father has been outed for having an affair with some noblewoman. While it wasn’t all that surprising, it was posted in the local paper, making it a big deal. So to seem like you all have it together, he’s throwing a party in the palace.

And as much as you hated this whole situation, she was right. He would be upset, and you wouldn’t hear the end of it. So you quickly adjusted a stubborn stray hair and looked in the mirror one last time. Although your outfit was nowhere near perfect, at least your hair and makeup looked good.

“Princess?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming.” You stood from your chair and made your way to your bedside table to grab a few more things. Once you felt you had everything you needed, you walked towards the door. Your handmaiden stood there smiling at you. She compliments you before leading you down the corridor. It was empty, which was normal given that you lived on the farthest side of the castle. Although you lived in the same home, you still wanted to be as far from your parents as possible.

As you both made it further into the main part of the castle, you noticed that it was very quiet. Since everyone was at the party already, it left the rest of the castle silent. More than it usually is. All you could hear was the clicking sound of your heels as they hit the ground and the movement of the fabric of your dress.

She led you down a few more corridors before finally making it to the door to the event room. It was decorated with delicate white ribbons, on which flowers were sprinkled on them. Standing in front were two guards who had been awaiting your arrival. Once they saw you, one of them whispered to the other and then disappeared into the room.

“This is where we part ways,” she smiled kindly, “I hope you have a wonderful birthday, princess.”

She curtseyed, and you thanked her before watching her walk back down the corridor. Then the guard came back through the door.

“They’re about to announce your entrance.” You nodded in response. Behind the door, you could hear trumpets followed by the announcement. And right on command, the two guards opened the door, revealing you.

You had to give your father some credit because the room was beautiful. The walls and pillars were decorated with delicate white and gold ribbons. The stairs' railing was covered in lots of flowers. All of which complemented the white marbled floors your father had added recently. And when you looked up, there was a gorgeous mural painted on the ceiling. Not at all what you asked for, but beautiful nonetheless.

What was now a loud and noise-filled room fell quiet at the sight of you. Although you’ve been presented like this to the public hundreds of times, something about this time felt different. It's like you could hear their opinions of you. You told your father that this was a bad idea and was too soon, but of course, he didn’t believe you. And with each step you take, you wish that the floor would open up and eat you whole. Luckily, they’ll hold their tongues. You’re the princess.

As you slowly walk down the flight of stairs, you look amongst the crowd for anyone you know. The crowd was relatively big. Enough to fill the space, but also leave room for people to dance and walk freely. You were saddened to see that your friends were not there. You begged your father to invite them, even though they weren’t of any royalty. But he scoffed and simply said, “Maybe”. Which in his language meant no. There had been a sliver of hope left in you, but it fizzled all too quickly.

You finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, and as your foot hit the last step, it slipped just a little, making you fall forward. You would’ve completely fallen over, but instead, a hand grabbing your upper arm stopped you. When looking at whoever just saved you from embarrassment, you were met with a white mask. He was close enough that you could see the beautiful, intricate gold designs on his mask. But even more so, you could see his eyes. They were strikingly blue and had a concerned look in them.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He didn’t say anything. He never did. Instead, he simply nodded in agreement. He let go of you, allowing you to continue with your entrance. You readjusted yourself and began walking over to your family’s table. And you don’t know why, but you could still feel his eyes on you. Even with your back to him, you ignored it and pushed forward.

The crowd had parted, allowing you easy access to your table. You couldn’t turn to face the crowd because it made you uneasy to look at all of their judging faces. But you pushed forward anyway, finally making it to the table.

Your parents stood as you got closer. You could tell that your father was displeased with you by that fake smile, but standing next to him was your mother with a genuine look of love on her face. As much as you would like to avoid him, the only empty chair sat between your mother and father. You hesitantly sat down, trying to avoid any eye contact with either of them. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything to you and instead continued to look at the crowd. The crowd immediately hushed itself as he began to speak.

“Welcome, everyone, to my daughter’s twentieth birthday celebration.” Applause erupted from the crowd. Your father went to give a small speech about you. It was sweet, but you could tell your mother wrote it. It sounded like he knew things about you, but sadly, that was impossible since he didn’t talk to you. Nonetheless, it was sweet enough for the crowd to fall for, as “aws” could be heard. You swear you saw a woman crying. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes.

Once he ended, the audience cheered, and the party began.

Just as you expected, this party was nowhere near as enjoyable as a birthday celebration should be. For starters, none of the guests were anyone you knew. Personally, at least. You recognized most of them as friends of your parents, journalists, or other upper-class assholes. More evidence that this party was just to save face. And then, on your behalf, your father made promises to some of the noblemen for a dance. You couldn’t run from them, sadly. So you danced with a couple of them. Each dance felt like an eternity. And with how much each of them talked about themselves, you’re surprised you still couldn’t remember any of their names.

After finally peeling yourself off of the last guy, you snuck over to a somewhat quiet corner of the room. Well, it wasn’t exactly silent, but it was the least crowded: just a plant and a small circular table. Thankfully, you grabbed a drink off one of the waiter’s trays before shuffling over to this corner. You wished that the drinks were cold, because this dress was making you uncomfortably hot. Of course, when picking this dress, your father opted for something that was loud and flashy over comfort, but now the effects of his decision are starting to hit you. You began to use the fan that was dangling from your wrist to cool yourself off. It was so tiny that it barely made a breeze, no matter how fast you used it. You sighed and set it down, seeing that there was no use.

You suddenly heard the crowd quiet down, and you turned your head to see what was happening. You quickly walked back to your table for a better view. Luckily, your parents were still out on the floor somewhere. But nearby, the jester was performing one of his acts for a group of nobles. He was doing various tricks, such as juggling glass bottles and a few acrobatic tricks. The crowd was enjoying it, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it as well.

He noticed you watching and paused what he was doing. Everyone turned to see you and then slowly parted as if knowing exactly what he was about to do. He walked over to you, and you began to feel nervous. It was something about his gaze that made you feel a certain way. He grabbed your hand and gently brought it to the lips of his mask, as if kissing it. A small gesture that made your heart flutter. He then lifted his head to look at you. Then he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small bouquet of roses, and then handed them to you. He watched your face, awaiting your reaction. You smiled happily and took them.

“Thank you,” You saw him slightly nod, and then he walked back to the center of the crowd to continue his performance.

You wanted to stay and watch him perform, but your father had walked up to you. He introduced his friend and his friend’s son. Of course volunteering you volunteered to dance with him. You put a fake smile on your face and let him walk you over to the dance floor.

The feeling of boredom grew with every minute that passed. Within the few hours of this celebration, all you’ve done is dance with men you don’t care about and chat with people you’ll never know. Of course, all they talk to you about is the scandal, and you just try your best to move past it.

You decided that you need to distance yourself from the crowd for a moment. So while your father wasn't looking, you quietly took your exit towards the balcony. Luckily, everybody was too occupied to be out there. Now you can enjoy the fresh air by yourself. You set your hands down on the ledge and take a breath. The night air was crisp and cool. Such a stark contrast from the stuffy, hot room you just left. You look up at the sky, enjoying the company of the many stars that illuminate it. You’ve always enjoyed the night more than the morning. You never knew why. The company of the moon became more comforting than the harsh daylight.

You weren’t alone, though. Behind you, you could hear the soft jingles of bells, and you knew exactly who they belonged to. You didn’t turn around, but instead let him walk up to you. You heard him drop his stick before he joined you further into the balcony. He stood admiring the sky just like you. He took a breath under his mask. Then there was silence. Nothing awkward, but just comfortable.

“Thank you,” he looked at you, cocking his head to the side in confusion, “Y’know, for catching me earlier. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve made a complete fool of myself in front of everyone.”

Once again, he didn’t say anything and just looked at you.

“It’s very hard to read you when you’re wearing that thing,” you pointed towards his mask. Then he did something unexpected. He grabbed your hands and set them on both sides of the mask.

“You want me to take it off?” he nodded.

You gently began pulling the mask over his head. You could hear his breath hitch as more of his identity was revealed. He was nervous, but he wasn’t stopping you. Underneath was a man. A gorgeous one at that. He had pale skin with sharp features, all of which was covered in streaky white paint and other bits of makeup. And those pale blue eyes that you met with earlier when you nearly tripped. You were speechless. You set the mask aside, and your hand reached up to caress his face. He leaned into your touch, his hand reaching up to touch yours. There was a slight smirk on his face.

“What? Expecting someone else princess?” his voice caught you off guard. His voice was low with a hint of raspiness to it, and a thick Dutch accent lacing it. You’d never heard him talk before. He was always silent, and while it might creep out everyone else, it was something that always enticed you.

The moment was quickly ruined as you heard footsteps approaching. You pulled your hand back swiftly before anyone could see. There was a look of disappointment strewn across his face, but you had already turned your head to look at the unwelcome guest. It was your father, and he looked even more upset than when you had arrived.

“What in God’s name are you-,” he looked over to the jester, and gaze his shifted to pure disgust. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “I’m trying to save this family from further humiliation, and you're doing nothing to help. I mean, first you're late to this wonderful party I’ve thrown for you, and now you're out here fornicating with…with… the jester?”

You chose to stay silent. You've wasted your breath a million times before arguing with him. And you’ve learned that there’s no point. Luckily, he didn’t seem too interested in reprimanding you any further and scoffed as he walked away. But not before giving the jester a stern look.

There was silence between you two for a moment. You were too embarrassed to look at him. After a brief moment, you felt a hand carefully grab yours. You looked down to see it was his. He had taken his glove off, and now you could feel his warm hand underneath.

“So we were fornicating? Huh,” you giggled in response. He pulled you closer to him, “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He took your hand and guided you through a corridor, opposite the entrance that led back into the party. You had forgotten that this path had existed. It was how you would sneak off when you were younger. Now the empty corridor had vines and plants running up the walls and cobwebs forming in the shadows. The only familiar thing to you was the cold breeze that had blown past.

No one had been here for a long time.

You don’t exactly remember where this place led to, but you trusted wherever he was taking you. He led you down a few more halls. The further down you went, the more unfamiliar the path became. You noticed the servants' quarters, and inside were a couple of workers giving you frightened looks. Of course, they were worried watching a royal family member just stroll through their part of the castle. But you didn’t have time to do anything as he guided you through the rest of the way.

Soon, you arrived at what you assumed was his room. It was a grand door with intricate details and gold paint that appeared to have seen better days. He opened it and pulled you inside.

“Is this your room?” he nodded. You immediately looked around at your new surroundings. It looked like an old bedroom meant for a noble. The room was big and grand, with chipped paint covering the walls. There was a chandelier hanging in the center of the room with dozens of jewels missing. The rest of the room looked as though it hadn’t seen any love in years. The bed had new blankets and pillows, indicating that at least something had been touched by a loving person. Next to the bed was an old vanity. The mirror was cracked and missing a few pieces, and sitting on top were various bits of makeup.

“I know it’s a bit rough, but it’s all your father gave me.” Of course, this was his doing. All of the money and power he has, and he couldn’t even clean this room up for him.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I appreciate having somewhere to sleep. Better than what most jesters get anyway.” He was right. Most jesters were lucky to be provided a living space within the castle. It’s awful that they have to accept the bare minimum as normal.

He gestured for you to take a seat on the bed. Which you did. The bed was soft and comfortable. He walked over and knelt in front of you. You didn’t say anything and watched as his hands moved to your heels. He plucked one of them off your feet, and you instantly felt relief. He removed the other and set them both aside. His hands wrapped around one of your feet and gently started to massage it. His thumbs pushed into the ball of your foot and down to your heel. The pressure he applied was perfect at combating the pain that accumulated over the night in your heels.

Something had changed in the air between you both. At least that’s how you felt. As if some sort of tension had grown. A kind of tension that made you squirm under his touch. You wanted his hands elsewhere, applying pressure. To entice more of these sounds from you. And he must’ve felt it too as his hands moved up your legs, still applying the same gentle pressure as before.

“Y’know princess,” you took note of the way he was saying your name now. It was low and sultry. As if it were a pet name rather than a royal title, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met last year.”

This announcement pulled you out of your thoughts. It was unexpected to say the least. You never even thought that he would care for a royal.

“I also must admit,” he leaned over to plant kisses up your leg until he was dangerously close to your aching core, “that most of those thoughts weren’t very… pure.”

His hands carefully pushed the fabric of your dress up to give himself more room. His words were barely registering as you watched him between your legs, breath caught in your throat. His lips met your inner thigh. Such a small move, yet it sent goosebumps over your skin. His hand caressed the outer part of your leg. Then he turns his attention to where you needed him. His mouth latched onto your pussy, even though your panties were still on. His tongue worked over your clit and through your folds, making the wet spot even wetter.

Moans quickly started to pour from your mouth as he deeply kissed your cunt. Your fingers were digging into the mattress under you. Then his hands met the waistband of your panties.

“May I?” You see him, lips hovering over your pussy, waiting for permission.

You nodded in response and lifted your hips, allowing him to take them off. He wasted no time as he dived back into you. His tongue drags across your clit, sending a shiver through your body. You were thankful for his room being on a different side of the castle because you were becoming increasingly louder.

His tongue delved between your folds as he tasted you. Your hand went into his hair, tangling itself into the platinum locks. He looked as though he was savoring his last meal. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was soaked in your juices. He wrapped his hands tightly around your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you so his mouth could continue to rake over your aching cunt.

“fuck. right there. please.” You were getting close, and he knew. Which is why he stopped.

“Wait. Why’d you stop?” he didn’t respond. He simply lifted himself from the ground. You watched with careful eyes as he began to remove his top. He slowly unbuttoned every button. He knew you were impatient, but still tortured you nonetheless. The top dropped from his arms and onto the floor. Your eyes scanned over his body. From his chest to the waistband of his pants. He was beautiful, and it left you breathless.

He leaned over you. At first, he just looked at you. I took in how beautiful you looked in this moment. One hand was kept at your side while the other came to your cheek. He pressed his lips to yours. It was sweet, almost delicate. But then there was something deeper to the kiss. Like a hunger. It grew the more your lips danced together. And even more when your lips parted to invite him in. Now you were tasting each other. Breathing in each other’s air.

He pulled away in need of air. Both of you paused, just panting. His hands hooked into the waistband of his pants and underwear, and he pulled them down just enough to free his cock.

You positioned yourself further back on the mattress, giving him room to join you. He leaned over you, watching you. Looking to see your reaction as he suddenly pushed the head of his cock into you. You let out a strangled moan as your back arched off the mattress. He pushed into you slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him. You gasped when you felt him fully inside of you. It was a delicious feeling.

He leaned over you, planting kisses and soft bites all over you. Your lips, then your jaw, and down to your neck and collarbone. His hand found its way to yours. He held it. Fingers interlocking with your own. Such a delicate touch compared to what happened only a moment ago.

His other hand was resting on your waist. The grip tightened as he pulled out of you. He barely gave you a moment to breathe before he thrust back into you. He’s fucking so deep into you. The motions cause the old bed to move with you both and screech against the floor. You were sure it could be heard from outside the door.

“fuck you, feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

“oh my god. right there! Please don’t stop.” Now he was relentlessly hitting that spot over and over, leaving you breathless. You felt yourself getting close. You tried telling him, but it just came out as a string of babbling nonsense. But he knew. By the way, your legs were tighter around you, and your nails were digging into his arms. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing circles into it.

That was enough to push you over the edge. It felt like lightning crashed through you as your orgasm hit you. Your eyes flew shut as you let the feeling wash over you. He didn’t stop, though. He kept going, working you through your orgasm. It only took a couple more thrusts before he was cumming inside of you. He slowly pulled out of you.

You both took a pause. Just catching your breath. You looked at him. There was sweat covering his face, and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He looked like how you felt. But he still looked so pretty to you. Your hand came up and reached for his cheek. You gently pulled him towards you. Your lips are connecting with his. It was different then, just a few minutes ago. It was soft and sweet, just like on the balcony.

He was the first to pull away with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What?”

“So you did end up 'fornicating' with the jester?” you giggled and playfully slapped his arm.

He moved over, allowing you to lie down on the bed properly. You were finally aware of the plush blankets and pillows on the bed. They were soft under you as you lay atop them. Then you felt the warmth of him as he came next to you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer towards him. He was warm and comforting. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. As you lay next to him, all of the worries and negative feelings of today had totally vanished.

- clark kent who suggests that you guys take a road trip to it his parents.

- clark kent who even with super strength is still having trouble trying to fit all of your bags in his trunk. but when you ask if he needs help, he says no.

- clark kent who offers to drive the whole time. even if it’s a 6+ hour drive because he’s too much of a gentleman to let you.

- clark kent who pays to fill the tank for the drive even if it’s your car that you’re taking.

- clark kent who waits for you to buckle up before taking off because even the man of steel wants you to be safe.

- clark kent who is always giving you the aux and lets you play whatever you want. even if he (sometimes) doesn’t understand your taste.

- clark kent who loves listening to you sing along to the music, and will sometimes join you if he knows the song.

- clark kent who always has to have his hand on you. whether it is holding yours or resting on your thigh. claims that “it keeps him focused”

- clark kent who packs a blanket and a pillow for you so you can sleep if you need to.

- clark kent who lets you put your feet on the dashboard.

- clark kent who rolls the windows down and opens the sunroof to let the sun in.

- clark kent who looks at how beautiful you are in the sunlight and nearly swerves off the road.

- clark kent who tells you fun facts he learned about the places you pass by.

- clark kent who just hands you his credit card before you go into the gas station.

- clark kent who stops the car and sits on the roof with you to look at the stars.

- clark kent who offers to play road trip games such as I Spy or twenty questions (because he’s cheesy like that).

- clark kent who’s careful not to hit any potholes, so you could sleep peacefully.

- clark kent who’ll gladly listen to you talk the whole ride and respond accordingly.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and you were still sound asleep. Sabrina, on the other hand, started to wake up. She rubbed the remaining sleep out of her eyes before looking around the room. The early morning sun sent gentle warmth into the room, making the atmosphere even cozier than it had been the night before. The rays through the window cast a bright, golden hue, making her eyes flutter open. She rubbed her eyes, finally giving in to the sun’s light. You shifted ever so slightly behind her, reminding her of your warm embrace. The sweet memories of last night flooded back into her mind. The wonderful picnic you took her to, you both fell asleep together. Legs tangled together and soft kisses being shared. It was the most perfect day. Her mind was brought back to your arms, tightly, but comfortably, wrapped around her waist. She could hear your soft snores behind her, making her giggle quietly.

She missed mornings with you. Since her album came out, she’d be out the door before you woke up and be back after you’d gone to bed. Finding time for you recently has been tough for her, but luckily for her, you’re patient. More than she believes you should, but is grateful for it nonetheless. So on the days when you have her full attention, she never wastes it.

She tried turning gently in your arms. Her movements woke you, of course, but you let your eyes stay closed. Just to see what she was doing. At first, you didn’t feel her move. That’s because she was just looking at you. Admiring you more like it. Adoring the way the morning light hits your face, making you look like a goddess. Someone she’d worship forever. Finally, you felt her fingers lightly brush against your cheek as she moved your hair out of your face. A smile crept onto your face as you opened your eyes. You were greeted by your beautiful girlfriend. These were your favorite moments with her. Being able to see her in a way no one else gets to. Not an audience or the paparazzi. Just you.

“Good morning,” she whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Good morning, my love.” Your voice was soft, but a bit raspy. Still laced with sleep.

Her hands found their way to both sides of your face. You leaned into her touch as she rubbed her thumbs softly against your cheeks. She leaned forward and peppered sweet kisses all over your face. You giggled under her touch, and she pulled away, smiling. You caught her eyes staring at your lips before gently pulling you into her own. Although you’ve kissed her a thousand times by now, it somehow always feels even better than the last. Her lips were soft against your own as you messily kissed. The taste of her faded strawberry chapstick was starting to cover your tongue. She always tasted sweet to you. Like a bundle of fruit, and you never got sick of it. It was a taste you craved for. Especially was she wasn’t near you.

Your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer. Her tongue pushed passed your lips, deepening the kiss. Your finger slipped under the hem of her shirt, just above the waistband of her underwear, feeling her soft skin. It suddenly changed between you. She was hungrier than before, moaning quietly against your lips. It meant she wanted more from you, and you wanted nothing more than to give it to her.

You separated from her, only for a moment, so you could change positions. Now, on top of her, you were able to see her with the sunlight hitting her. It was beautiful how the gold light was decorating her skin.

Your fingers hooked on the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, eyes following the movement before landing on her bare chest. Her cheeks flushed as she watched your eyes scan her body. Your hands were quick to settle on the sides of her hips, tracing your fingertips up her sides. Being slightly ticklish, she giggled. You bent down to kiss her again, and her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer. Her tongue pushed passed your lips and danced deliciously with yours.

Your hand reached down between her legs, feeling the damp heat on her panties. You grinned into the kiss.

“Already so wet. Hm.” Your finger slipped under. You pressed the pad of your fingers in slow circles against her sensitive bud. Any sound she was going to make was caught in her throat and replaced by soft, desperate moans. Your kiss left her lips and traced along her jawline and down to her neck where you gently bit and sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. Your fingers sped up against her and felt her jerk under your touch.

As good as this felt, she needed more.

“Please. Need more.” She couldn’t even form a complete sentence at the moment, but of course, you knew exactly what she meant. You brought your fingers to her lips, rubbing her juices across her lips before pushing them into her mouth. You watched, entranced, as she sucked on your fingers. Her eyes were closed as her tongue swirled over your fingers as if enjoying the taste of herself. You’d be lying if you said this wasn't making you wet. You took them out and kissed her hard. You could taste her on your tongue, and you loved it. Her arms reached down to lift your shirt over your head.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” her hands were all over you as her fingers explored your skin before landing on your breats. She gently massaged the plump skin, earning a soft moan from you. You were getting a bit flustered watching her admire you.

You continued to kiss her collarbone and then her breasts. You left small kisses all over the plump skin before taking one her nipples into your mouth. one of her hands reached into and tugged slightly as you suck on the sensitive buds. One hand was holding her waist while the other played with her other nipple. Your trail of kisses continued down her stomach and stopped just at the hem of her panties. Her breath hitched as she felt your lips get closer to her aching core. Your hand came under her thigh, bringing it up to your lips. The unexpected touch made her leg tense, and she held her breath, anticipating your next move. You started to kiss and lightly bite her inner thigh, making her relax. But only a little. She was still squirming under you, desperate for more.

“Baby…please..,” you placed one more small kiss before hooking onto the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs. You toss them somewhere on the floor. Once settled again, you dive in. you slide your tongue against her sensitive clit, sending goosebumps across her skin. Her back arched off the mattress as she felt your lips wrap around the sensitive bud. A hand quickly found its way to your hair, and she pulled harshly.

You pushed in two fingers, slowly, without warning, and she cried out. Her legs started to squeeze your head, but you did your best to keep her open with your other available arm. Your mouth is relentless while your fingers push deeper and quicker into her. Her hands are tugging harder now, and the noises coming out of her are becoming louder and more desperate as she becomes closer and closer to the edge. So you kept working her pussy as if you owned it. Fingers moving deeper until you hit that spot that had her crying out your name. She was a mess, and you loved every moment of it. How she falls apart just at your touch. Only you being able to do this to her. Your dragged your tongue over her clit a few more times and kept hitting thqat perfect spot with your finger, and it had her completely falling apart.

“Oh fuck- I’m coming,” Her body tensed for a moment before her hand was pulling hard into your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. She started grinding against you, riding out her high. You didn’t hold up. Finally, you felt her hips buck once more before relaxing. She immediately moved her hand from your hair. You sat up, looking at her. She was covered in sweat and her pussy and thighs were painted with her own juices.

You lay back down next to her, arms open, and gesturing to her. Although she was still regaining herself, she scooted over into your arms and nestled her head into your neck. You both lay there for a few minutes before she spoke again.

“We should probably get up. Start the day,” she wasn’t entirely serious and was hoping you’d disagree with her. As much as she loved spending outside, she enjoyed the quiet moments in the morning with you. But you were taking a long moment to respond, which made her nervous.

“Mmm…maybe in an hour or so,” you could feel her smile against your neck as you both peacefully doze off.

aggu had always been a gentleman to you. it's what you love about him. he was gentle in his words and actions, always respectful and kind. he was the type of person you could trust and rely on. he'd give you thoughtful gifts and make extra effort to spend time with you. and this behavior bled into your sex life. he was always gentle with you. always held back. his fingers would lightly touch your body, sending goosebumps across your skin. he’d kiss you so sweetly and his lips would leave soft trails across you. his thrusts were slow and he’d always give you time to adjust to him. he’d lean into your ear and whisper sweet praises to you. he understood your body and what it took to please you. he was always hesitant and you could tell. when he’s fucking into you, his hands become tense as if he’s holding back. he treated you as if you were made of porcelain and could break if he pushed to hard. as much as you already enjoyed being intimate with him, you wanted more. and you knew he could give it to you.

it was late and you were both relaxing in bed when you decided to talk to him about it. your head was resting on his lap and his fingers combed through your hair. you abruptly sat up and paused the movie you both were watching. He looked at you confused, but you spoke before he could.

“i’m not blind y’know? i know something is stopping you from being rough with me.”

he turned his head, not wanting to avoid the way you were looking at him. he explained to you that he didn’t want to hurt you to which you smiled in response. his concern for you was sweet, but you still wanted him to enjoy himself as much as you did. he told you he was fine, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was lying. your hand reached his cheek and you gently forced him to look at you. you leaned in close, your lips only inches away from his.

“need you to ruin me,” you climbed onto his lap and his hands were quick to rest on your hips, “please.”

you dipped your head into his neck and placed sloppy kisses all over. his grip on you became tighter. he couldn’t say no to you. not when you were like this and you knew this.

“fuck.” he groaned. he reached up and grabbed your chin, making you look at him. still hesitant, his eyes scanned over you.

he kissed you hungrily. his tongue pushed past your lips and danced with yours. his hands roughly grabbed the plump flesh of your ass making you moan against his lips. he trailed his kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. you pulled away for a moment to let him take your shirt off. one of his hands came up to pinch your nipple. the cold fingers against your sensitive bud made you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back a moan. you wanted more from him, but words wouldn’t come out. so you whimpered pathetically and grinded your hips against his growing bulge. you could feel him smirk against your neck.

now you had switched positions. you were facedown, on your knees, elbows pressing into the mattress, and your ass raised. you were on complete display for him. one of his hands slapped the plump skin of your ass, earning a small yelp from you. his other hand guided his cock between your folds, covering himself in your juices. desperate moans left your lips as his tip rubbed back and forth on your clit. then he slowly pushed the tip in. you sucked in a breath before letting out a string of moans. then he pushed his entire length in without warning. you buried your head in the pillow, quieting the noises you were making. with both hands digging into your waist, he thrusts into you roughly. you can hear low groans leave his throat as he fucks deeper into you.

he grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back one hand, while the other kept a tight grip on your hip. now he was able to pull you back further against him. your sobs were now more audible as your face hovered over the mattress. then he suddenly hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

“Ah, fuck there. right there,” you beg and he does exactly that. he hits that spot repeatedly. your orgasm crashes over you making you cry out his name. he slows his thrusts but only to gently turn you on your back. his eyes glazed over your face, a soft smile on his lips. he leaned in so his lips hovered barely above your ear.

“i’m not done with you yet liebe (love),” he says so sweetly. he then pushes your legs so your knees are resting to the sides of you and he leans onto you, hands holding tightly onto the back of your thighs. you looked at him and saw this hunger you had never seen before. it was damn near animalistic and it turned you on even more. he didn’t hesitate to push himself into you again. not that it mattered to you anyway. you were too far lost in how he quickly found that sweet spot again. his head lowered into your neck where placed sloppy kisses all over. your hands were tightly wrapped around his biceps, and your nails dug into his skin. he loved it.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” he breathed against your neck. those words went straight to your core, bringing you closer to your next orgasm. his hand came down to play with your clit. the extra sensation causing your eyes to roll back.

“pleasepleaseplease.” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, but it’s like he understood. his thrusts became quicker and so did his fingers against your clit. your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself get closer. then he grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my cock.” his voice was low and demanding, and you obeyed. you looked him in the eyes as you came. tears pricked out the side of your eyes and your back arched off the mattress. your second orgasm hit you harder than the last and it felt amazing. he let your ride out your high on his cock before pulling out. he laid down next to you, his head leaning on the headboard.

“come here. need to use that pretty mouth.” you crawled over to him and nestled yourself between his legs. you pulled down his boxers and pants and threw them to the floor. you stared over his length for a moment. it was glistening with your orgasm on it. you leaned forward and licked a long stripe from the base to his tip. the. you took his tip into your mouth, but he was impatient. his fingers combed through your hair before gripping tightly. he led you down the length of him at the pace he wanted. you heard him groan as he watched himself disappear between your lips. he could’ve come right there at that sight.

“so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” you hummed at the praise earning another low moan from him. he guided your head up and down at a steady pace. he knew how much you could take, but was pushing that limit tonight. he would pull you down a bit further each time, but not quite bottoming out. luckily you hadn’t gagged yet, which he took as a sign to go even further. you gripped tightly at his thighs as his hips started bucking. a sign that he was getting close. he soon began fucking your throat. he was just using you for his pleasure and it was so fucking hot. you knew he needed this and so did you.

his grip on your hair hadn’t faltered as he fucked deep into your throat. his hips became erratic and inconsistent. and soon his hips stuttered to a stop. he had pushed your head all the way down and your nose was touching his happy trail. tears fell down your cheeks as you felt him hit the back of your throat. you carefully breathed through your nose to stop yourself from gagging completely. his head tilted up and he moaned your name as he came. it sounded so sweet on his tongue. his hand released itself from your hair, but you didn’t move. you let him ride his high in you until you felt him stop. you pulled off of his cock swallowing every bit that he gave you. he cupped your cheeks with his hand and pulled you into a kiss. it was sweet. just like the aggu you loved.

SFW

- your style was the first thing he noticed about you when you met. you were a pink floral dress and heels with ribbons that decorated your hair. he thought you were beautiful. you took his staring as something negative at first, but was relieved when he complimented your outfit.

- you were nervous to bring him over to your place, but he was absolutely mesmerized by the way it was decorated.

- one of his favorite dates with you was when you both went to build a bear. you had asked him to get matching bears with you to which he happily agreed. you both settled on getting frogs. his green and yours pink. you dressed yours like a princess and he dressed his like spider-man. at the end you both exchanged them, so you kept his and vice versa.

- you both send pictures of each other doing things with said stuffed animals. like he’d send a pic of him out shopping with it or you’d send a pic cooking with it.

- he noticed your love of decorating so he goes out of way to buy you things that reminds him of you. whether it be little trinkets, a stuffed animal, or a record that he thinks you’d like.

- you have heavily influenced his style since he’s been with you.

- he always handles your stuffed animals with care. talks to them as well.

“how do you think she looks?” he looks down at the stuffed bunny in his hand and nods as if listening to a second opinion. “me too. i think she looks beautiful.”

- he enjoys sitting and watching you do your makeup and skin care routine. likes seeing how much care you put into it. there are a few times where he asked you to do his makeup. sometimes it was just simple eyeliner, but he loved it.

- on that same note you asked if he wanted to do a face mask with you one night and his face lit up immediately. now every once in a while you include him in your skincare routine.

- he lets you paint his nails a new color almost every week and always lets you pick the color. sometimes he just matches with whatever color your nail set is at the time.

- ties your shoes and buckles your heels for you without asking.

- you never pay for anything while he’s around because he never gives you the chance. dinner? new clothes? a piece of jewelry you looked at for only a few seconds? he’s already got his card out for you.

- he sleeps better at your place. it’s mostly because of you, but also because of how goddamn comfortable your bed is. the thick soft comforter? the many fluffy pillows? the pink sheets? he’d always fall asleep quickly in your bed.

- enjoys taking baths over showers with you. loves the scent of your soap you use and the bubbles you put in it. loves the way your hands gently wash him.

- learns how to do your hair. watches so many videos and asked you one day if he could do it. you spent the day doing your hair with him. he looked so concentrated and you found it so sweet.

NSFW

- he is obsessed with how you look in your lingerie sets. he loves the way the delicate lace and satin looks on you. he’s always hesitant to take it off of you.

- although he loved everything you wore, he had to admit that you in skirts were always his favorite. maybe it’s because your legs just look so good in them, or it’s actually because he loves thinking about how pretty they are pushed up your hips while he fucks you from behind. who knows?

- he turns your stuffed animals around whenever you both fuck. he told you it’s because he doesn’t want them to watch.

- he actually prefers having sex at your place though he never tells you. your bed is just so comfy with all the pillows and soft blankets that you layer on it.

- nothing but praise. even when he’s pounding into you harshly or fucking himself further into your throat, he’s still whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“so pretty taking my cock like this.”

“fuck, you’re so perfect”

“you’re doing so good for me schat.”

- loves the way you say his name. you could just be trying to get his attention and he’d melt at how his name sounds on your tongue. but he especially loves hearing you moan his name when your fucking. how desperate you sound for him almost brings him over the edge every time.

- won’t admit it, but the way you smell turns him on. when you hug him or simply just sit next to him and he could smell that perfume that he loves, he’s already getting hard.

In the bustling heart of college campus life, two fraternity brothers, Joost and August, stood amidst the raucous energy of a late-night party. This event marked the last night before winter break started, a chance for everyone to get together before they all left campus. It was usually the biggest party of the year, and luckily this year Joost and Aggu were in charge of throwing it. Surprisingly setting up a party was easy since the frat house was almost cleared out. In only a few hours, the entire place was a chaotic mix of red cups, music blasting, and students weaving through a maze of people.

You arrived quite late at your friend's invitation. Now you had wished you had taken her offer for a ride, but your roommates had insisted on pregaming. Luckily it was the point of the night that they were letting in anyone because you left your invite with Sadie. As soon as you stepped inside, your roommates ditched you to find their friends, leaving you to yourself. It was more packed than you expected. The air felt heavy as smoke and sweat filled the room. The house was covered in multiple bright colored lights but soon settled on a dark blue. Now here you were trying to make your way through the large crowd looking for Sadie. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. As you moved through the crowd, you tapped on a few shoulders thinking they were her. It was awkward every time you touched the wrong person. You gave up after a few minutes and made your way to the drink table.

On the other side of the room, Joost, with a cocky grin, turned to Aggu, who leaned casually against the wall.

"How about a bet?" Joost challenged a mischievous smirk on his face.

Aggu raised an eyebrow, his smirk matching Joost's. A chuckle left his lips. "Sure. Why not. What are we betting?"

Joost's grin widened. "Loser has to clean the entire house tomorrow. Alone."

Aggu’s eyes narrowed but he accepted. “Deal. So, who’s the catch?”

Joost’s eyes scanned the room, finally focusing on you as he watched you look around the drink table. He pointed in your direction. “First one to get with her wins. No sleazy moves, though. We’re talking genuine charm and conversation.”

Aggu nodded, sizing up the competition. "Sounds fair. May the best man win."

The air buzzed with anticipation as the two friends separated and made their way through the crowd of partygoers. Both were determined, but only one would walk away with the number and bragging rights for the semester. Little did they know someone had been listening to their whole conversation. Your friend Sadie quickly made her way across the room before either of them could reach you. Luckily both guys were stopped by what she assumed were friends, putting a brief pause in their plan. She caught you by surprise when she grabbed your arm and pulled you aside. You were a bit confused, but just happy to finally see your friend.

“You will never believe what I heard.” she was shaking with anticipation.

“Hello to you too.” you laughed. “What did you hear?”

“You know those two frat dudes in our math class? Joost and Aggu I believe are their names.” You nodded. They were both relatively popular on campus. Mostly for the parties they throw, but also because of the broken hearts they leave in their tracks. You’ve avoided them for that reason, not wanting to end up with the same fate as the other girls. But you could see why they fall for them so easily. They were both very attractive in their ways. Aggu was a gym rat so he was very buff and fit, but also very soft-spoken and kind despite what people like to believe. Though only you knew that because of the one time you both worked on a project together. On the other hand, Joost was a bit thinner but still very good-looking. He had fluffy blonde, almost white, hair and was littered with tattoos. He also had a cocky attitude to match.

“Well first off, both of them find you really pretty. Second, they made a bet to try and sleep with you.” She smiled at you as if she was proud to have given you this information. On any other occasion with any other guys, you would’ve been disgusted and repulsed at the thought of two guys betting for you. But you did like them and found them very attractive, so you decided to turn this around for yourself.

“Thanks for letting me know.” You smirked and looked around the room. Your eyes landed on them both as you spotted them with their friends.

“So who are you gonna pick? Personally, I couldn’t,” she admitted, pulling your attention back to her.

“I think I’m gonna take both.” You winked. You watched as her expression changed from confusion to surprise. She playfully hit your arm.

“You naughty girl.” she teased. You just shrugged innocently.

Aggu was the first to pry himself away from his friends. He wasn’t contributing much to the conversation anyway. Joost was too deep in said conversation to notice his absence. Sadie peered over your shoulder to see him walking your way.

“Incoming. Good luck.” She giggled and slipped away before you could say anything. Not even a minute later you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You turned, realizing it was Aggu who was approaching you first. He had a warm, genuine smile on his face. You smiled in return.

“Hey.” He greeted, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Hey,” you responded as if you were surprised to see him.

“I’m glad you came. I don’t really get to see you outside of class.”

“I mean if you want to see me more, you could just ask.” You both laughed, but something about him seemed off. You turned to pour yourself a drink, but he gently grabbed your arm causing you to drop the ladle.

“I wouldn’t. Joost made it. He dumped whatever we had into that.” You scrunch your nose at it. “Here. Let me get you something else.”

He walked you over to the cooler and opened it revealing various alcoholic and soda beverages. He dug around in it for a moment before pulling out a particular can. He handed it to you.

“Still your favorite right?” What he handed you was your favorite soda. He only knew because you’ve given him one before. During your project, you both were pulling an all-nighter at your dorm. It was late and you both had decided to stop working and just talked. That was the night you learned more about him beyond what other people tell you. And as a nice gesture, you offered him a soda. That moment meant more to him than you’ll ever know.

You were shocked that he still remembered considering that was a year ago, but sweet nonetheless.

“Yeah, it is.” you smiled sheepishly. You opened it and took a sip. Though he was wearing those ski goggles, you could feel his stare. The brief silence soon became apparent as you became more aware of the music again. He leaned into you, his lips barely hovering over your ear.

“Can I take you somewhere quieter?” He asked and put some distance between you both once more. He looked over your face, waiting for an answer. You nodded and he softly grabbed your arm. As he guided you through the crowd, his hand slipped down so now he was holding your wrist. His fingers gently grazed against your palm, sending a slight tingling sensation up your arm. You were glad he was the one guiding you because the crowd seemed to be way more packed than when you first arrived. Your shoulders grazed against random partygoers, but all you could pay attention to was the small connection between you and him.

There was a brief moment where you passed a group of guys. If you hadn't been paying close attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have noticed Joost amongst those guys. You saw him share a glance with Aggu and then his eyes fell on you. He forced himself to smile rather than let you see his jealousy. You sent him a quick wave and he raised his cup a bit, waving back. Aggu led you down a hallway that seemed to be noticeably less crowded than the main floor. It was a bit awkward having to pass the people in this space. Most were either smoking or making out against the wall. A lot of them didn’t take notice of either of you as they seemed to be in their world. But those who did see you, glared at you as if you were the odd one. He stopped in front of a doorway and let you step inside. You looked around. The room was quite clean and cozy compared to the rest of the house. It was dim with only a small, warm lamp emitting light. In the middle was an old couch that clearly had been loved. You sat down, sinking into the soft fabric. The loud music outside became nothing more than a gentle hum as he closed the door behind him. He walked over and sat next to you. He watched as you continued to take in your surroundings. He leaned in, his voice soft.

“This is our second living room. No one uses it since it’s not close to the front of the house.” You hummed in response. Turning to look at him, you weren’t expecting him to be so close. You quickly became flustered under his gaze, so you picked up your drink and sipped it. If Joost wasn’t in the question you would give into Aggu right now.

“So how did you remember this?” You gesture to the drink in your hand. He shrugged.

“I try to remember everything about you. And since we don’t hang out, it’s not much.” He paused and thought about what he just said, letting out a small chuckle. “Sorry if that came off creepy.”

You reciprocated his laughter. “No, it's fine. I find it cute that you care about the small things. Not many guys do these days.” He smiled in response. The energy shifted between you. It was less tense and you felt more comfortable around him. And maybe it was how close you were to him, but you swear you felt the air become warmer. You leaned further back into the couch and felt his arm under you, lightly supporting your head. There was silence between you both, but it was a comfortable silence.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked. His voice was softer now.

“Of course.”

“That night in your dorm,” he looked away for a moment, avoiding your gaze. You make him nervous but he’d never tell you. “meant more to me than I'd like to admit.”

“Why? Because we had finally finished our project.” you were joking, but you could see he was serious.

“No. Because for the first time in a long time, it felt like you saw me. Like actually saw me. No front, no expectations. It was just... easy." you couldn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say. He paused, looking for the right words. He still hasn’t looked back at you. "I guess what I’m trying to say is I like being around you. More than I thought I would. And it’s not just about finishing projects or hanging out because we’re supposed to. It’s more than that."

His honesty hung in the air between you, heavy and sincere. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you at this moment, the weight of his confession settling into your heart. You moved your hand under his chin and gently lifted it so he was looking at you. He leaned into your touch.

“I wish you had told me earlier because I feel the same way.” He smiled, a little nervous but relieved, as if a burden had been lifted. His hand hesitantly reached out, brushing against yours, a silent question in his touch. The softness in his voice, the way he looked at you. It was clear this wasn’t just another flirtation for him. This was real, and it meant something. Your hand moved to his cheek and your thumb rubbed gently into his skin. He leaned forward, closing the distance between you. Suddenly the door flung open. You both turn to see a guy frantically running into the room.

“Oh. Sorry. I just needed to tell you that something happened upstairs in your room. Some drunk dude and his girl broke your TV.” Aggu sighed and muttered something in German. He looked back at you with sympathetic eyes.

“It’s okay. Go. I needed another drink anyway.” You gave him a reassuring look before he got up to leave. You watched as he and the random guy walked out, and then you were left alone. The energy shifted again since he was gone. The room became noticeably colder and the music started to fade back into your ears. You decided to get up and head back to the main floor. You quickly walked through the awkward hallway as before, though the people didn’t mind you this time around. The music became louder as you made your way into the living room. The crowd didn’t seem any different than when you had stepped away. The idea of trying to find Sadie in this crowd again seemed pointless, so you made your way over to the drink table again. As you weave your way through the crowd, you wish Aggu was here to lead the way as he did earlier. You were bumping into far more people and even caused someone to spill their drink. But eventually, you made it.

Joost was still in the same conversation as earlier but wasn’t talking as much anymore. He was too upset with the idea of you and Aggu. He didn’t want to lose the bet when the night barely started. But he was losing hope with every minute you were spending with him. That all changed when he saw you walking up to the drink table. Alone. He watched as you dug through the cooler. Taking this as an opportunity, he walked up next to you and leaned on the table. You finally found what you were looking for and turned around, but immediately bumped into someone. Their drink fell to the ground.

“I am so sorry.” You looked up to find a familiar face. The worry dissipated and was quickly replaced with relief.

“It’s okay.” He reached down to pick up the now empty cup and tossed it in a nearby trash can. “It wasn’t that good anyways.”

“Didn’t you make it?” you asked.

“I mean yeah. But I never said it was good,” he said playfully, making you giggle. “You know you owe me now.”

You looked at him confused. “For what? Spilling your drink?” he nodded. “I mean I already apologized. What more do you want?”

“Dance with me.” you laughed. You assumed he was joking, but his face told you otherwise.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He nodded. You paused considering his offer. Just pouring him another drink was probably a safer choice, but this option seemed way more fun. “I’d love to.”

He reached his hand out, offering it to you. You hesitated for just a second, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest, then slipped your hand into his. His grip was warm and steady, reassuring in a way that made you feel both safe and exhilarated. With a gentle tug, he guided you through the crowded room, weaving effortlessly between groups of people until you reached the pulsating heart of the dance floor. The music was loud in your ears, the bass thrumming through your veins as you stood within the crowd. The lights flickered above, casting the room in shades of blue and purple that washed over the swaying bodies around you. The energy of the room seemed to only intensify. The beat vibrated in your chest, making it impossible not to dance.

You started to dance, quickly letting the rhythm take control, your hips swaying to the music. The world around you seemed to blur with the people around you fading into the background as you lost yourself in the moment. Then, you felt Joost’s hands, firm yet gentle, slide around your waist. His touch sent a shiver up your spine, grounding you even as the music threatened to carry you away. He pulled you closer, his body aligning with yours, and suddenly it felt like it was only you both on the dance floor. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in, the scent of his cologne and faded cigarette smoke mixing with the electric atmosphere. The music pulsed around you, but all you could focus on was the way your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync with the rhythm.

The song changed to something more slow and sensual. And, as if on cue, the lights changed to a deep red causing a noticeable change in energy. Your hips moved to the new rhythm of the song. It was unfamiliar to you, but that didn’t matter. You felt his grip on you tighten as he pulled you closer against him. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Your scent was intoxicating and he bit his lip, blocking a groan that threatened to leave. You weren’t stupid, you could feel the tension between you. As well as his bulge pressing against your ass. So you knew it was time for the final step of your plan. You turned around so now you were facing him. He looked as though he was in a haze. His pupils were blown and his lips were parted. You closed the distance between you both only to move to his ear.

“We should go somewhere private.” your voice was hot in his ear and sent goosebumps across his skin. All he could do was nod in response. He led you out of the crowd and up some stairs. You stopped him.

“I want to freshen up a bit before we…” you lied. You just needed to go get Aggu before things got too heated. “Where can I meet you?”

He looked down the hall nearest to you and pointed. “The last room on the right.”

“Okay.” you nodded. “I won’t be long. I promise.”

You gave him a sincere smile and watched as he left. When he was out of your view, you turned and began walking down a hallway in the opposite direction. You were familiar with the layout of the house since most of the time this is where you and Aggu had worked on your project together.

This part of the house was surprisingly empty. Though the trash scattered about and the smell of smoke told a different story. You assumed they cleared the hallway after the incident in Aggu’s room. You continued down the hall until you heard voices. After turning a corner, you saw him. He was leaning against the wall talking to the other guy from earlier. You walked towards them and they were quick to see you. Probably because the clicking of your heels was the loudest sound in the hall. He smiled before turning to his friend to tell him something. You saw him nod and walk away.

“Hey.” he smiled as you walked up to him. “Sorry for taking so long.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. Your hands slipped into his and you placed them around your waist. He instinctively pulled you closer to him. “but I was getting bored without you. I want to continue where we left off.” you bit your lip hoping he’d get the hint.

“Oh. Oooh.” It’s like you could hear the gear moving in his head. He was a bit flustered at your eagerness. “Of course.”

“Okay meet me in the room at the end of the hallway across from here.” He looked at you confused. “I’ll meet you there. I just want to freshen up first.”

He nodded before leaving you for the requested destination. You quickly walked further up the hall to the nearest bathroom. It was quite small and the scent of cheap lavender was strong. In front of you was a little sink and a mirror that had multiple cracks in it. You had no time to find another bathroom, so you made do with this one. You rummaged through your purse for your perfume and deodorant to freshen yourself up with like. You also took this opportunity to touch up your makeup. Once you deemed yourself ready, you left the bathroom and headed to the room.

Anticipation built in your chest the closer you got. You were also a bit worried. Sure you were able to lure them in, but what if they don’t want to do this? Hopefully, you’ve played your cards right. As you approached the door, you could hear what sounded like bickering. As expected. They were both under the impression that they won the bet. You took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately they both went silent as they saw you in the doorway. You hesitantly stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

“Finally. Please tell him that you came here for me.” Joost had his arms crossed over his chest, eyes glaring at Aggu who scoffed in response.

“We were just in the hallway together and she said she wanted me.” he looked at you for support. In fact, both of them did. “Go ahead tell him.”

“You’re both right.” Aggu looked at you in confusion and Joost seemed like he was trying to find the right word, but was coming up empty. “Look. I know about your bet.

Their demeanor changed and they looked defeated and embarrassed. Apologies started to pour from their mouths, but you raised your hand, silencing them.

“I’m not mad about it,” you reassured, which confused them even more.

“Wait. So then why are we here?” Joost asked. You set your bag down on the dresser next to you and walked closer to them, leaving little space between the three of you.

“I thought it’d be more fun if you both won the bet.” It took a minute for it to click. They were both silent for a moment. You could see the hesitation in both of their eyes. You almost thought that this wasn’t going to happen, but then Joost made the first move. He stepped up to you and held your face in his hands. He pulled you into him. The kiss was gentle, but only for a moment as it quickly became hungrier. His tongue swirled with yours, and you could taste the alcohol and faint cigarette smoke that lingered. Aggu, feeling left out, came behind you. His hands find their way to your hips and under the soft fabric of your shirt. The feeling of his cold fingers against your skin sent shivers across your skin. His lips were quick to attach to your collarbone where he kissed and sucked. He trailed up your neck and nipped at your sweet spot causing you to moan against Joost’s lips. The air around you became hot and the clothes on your body felt restraining. He was the first to pull back for air and you both looked at each other, panting. Aggu took this opportunity to lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere on the floor. You immediately caught Joost staring at your tits which caused you to bite back a giggle.

“Get on the bed for us.” Joost cooed. You nodded before walking over to the bed. Luckily whoever room this was had a decent comforter. It was soft and plush under you. You looked over at the boys who seemed to be held up in some sort of conversation. You sighed and took this opportunity to remove your pants, leaving yourself in just your bra and panties. You were glad you chose to wear a pretty set. It was black with lace and rose embroidery. It was one of your favorites. Finally, they walked over to you, removing their shirts as they did so. They stopped when they saw you. You watched as their eyes gazed over your body.

“Fuck she’s hot.” Joost blurted and Aggu quickly nodded in agreement. Aggu stood at the foot of the bed while Joost was at your side. You watched as he crawled onto the bed, stopping when he was between your legs. You bit your lip as he lowered his head closer to your clothed pussy. His warm breath against you was enough to pull a whimper from you.

“Someone’s needy.” Joost breathed in your ear. He brought his hand to your chin and pulled you into another kiss. His hand then dipped under your bra where he gently squeezed your breast. You moaned into his lips when you felt his cold fingers pinch your nipple. Aggu had already taken off your panties and delved his tongue into your folds. You had to pull yourself away from Joost to let out a loud moan. It was quite a sight when you looked down. He was relentless in the way he was eating you out. His hands were holding onto your thighs tightly, keeping you exactly where he wanted. Your attention was pulled back to Joost when he pressed his lips to your jaw and down your neck. He took your hand and placed it over his growing bulge. You got the message and started palming him through his pants. Even through the loud noises coming from you, you could still hear him groan against your neck.

You unbuckled his pants and pulled out his aching cock. There was precum already dripping from his tip. You swiped your tongue across your hand before firmly grabbing him at the base. You started jerking him slowly which pulled another groan from him. He was still pressing sloppy kisses into your neck and you were sure he was leaving marks at this point. You gasped as the other man pushed one of his fingers into you. Your head fell back against the headboard giving Joost more space to explore your neck. His breaths were quick and hot as you pumped your hand faster. Then Aggu slipped another finger in, pushing into you at a frantic speed. All of it was too much as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release. Aggu could tell by the way you were clenching around his fingers, but he didn’t let up. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach snap as you came. Your knees tightened themselves around his head, but that didn’t stop him. He let you ride out your high on his tongue.

Once you calmed down, Aggu removed himself from between you. His face was wet with your juices. He climbed off of the bed and wiped his mouth as he did so. Joost moved from your side and took his place. Aggu didn’t sit next to you like the other man did. Instead, he stood there waiting. You were panting and still a bit dazed from your orgasm, but Joost’s voice grabbed your attention. He told you to get on your knees. Although your legs were slightly shaking, you got on your knees anyway. You turn to notice they’ve both taken off the last few articles of clothing they had on. Aggu climbed into the bed in front of you. The first thing that caught your eye was his thick cock which was only a few inches from your face. When you looked up at him, he had a smirk on his face causing you to become flustered. Your attention shifted as you felt a dip in the bed behind you.

”Look at that pretty pussy.” His hands came to squeeze your ass and pulled them apart to get a better look at your pussy. You were still wet with Aggu’s spit and your orgasm.

“I know right.” Aggu’s hand came to your chin, making you look up at him. “Tastes even better.”

Without warning you felt Joost swipe his tip along your folds. You moaned when he went over your sensitive clit. Remembering the man in front of you, you leaned down and licked up the base all the way to his tip. A low groan left his lips as you took in only his tip. Joost deemed his cock wet enough and slid into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. You moaned onto his cock, sending vibrations through him. The noise he made was a little more vocal than before. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed himself further into your mouth. Behind you, Joost had bottomed out. He pulled back out and pushed into you again. This time a little rougher. Then he started rutting his hips into you. Aggu, his hand still in your hair, was guiding you up and down on him at his own pace. You were a drooling mess all over him, but you were too lost in pleasure to care. He managed to find the right amount you could take before you started gagging.

Joost’s relentless thrusts into you were quick to bring you to the edge again. You couldn’t say anything with Aggu in your mouth, but you’d doubt you’d get a coherent sentence out anyway. Behind you, Joost brought his fingers to your sensitive clit. It only took a few strokes to bring you over the edge again. Tears rolled down your cheek and you lifted yourself off of Aggu to cry out in pleasure. Joost’s thrusts were messy and becoming out of rhythm. Then his hips stuttered and stopped as he came inside of you. You felt him fill you up and spill out as he pulled out. He leaned back watching his release drip from you and took a mental picture.

“She’s all yours.” he panted over his shoulder to the man in front of you. You felt his weight on the bed disappear, and look to see him walk into the bathroom that’s connected to the room.

“Come here.” Aggu brought your attention back to him as he gestured to his lap. You weakly crawled over to him and straddled him. He traced his hands up your back and unhooked your bra. He slid the piece of fabric off of you and tossed it somewhere. You felt the cold air of the room against your nipples, hardening them. His hands grabbed your waist and he lifted you up. He moved you so you were hovering over his cock. You sank down on him slowly. He cursed under his breath as he watched where you both connected. He filled you up completely and then some. His hand came up to your cheek where his thumb rubbed gently. You melted into his touch. He pulled you into a kiss. This was different from his counterpart. He was soft and sweet against your lips. His tongue slipped past your lips and danced with yours. You shifted slightly, thrusting him into you. He gripped your hips tightly, nails digging into the plush skin.

Even with his hands and lips all over you and having his cock buried deep inside you, you were still desperate to feel him more. You whimpered against his lips. He was quick to pick up on what you wanted, so he pulled away and placed his hands firmly on your hips, guiding you to lift yourself up and then back down. With his help, you were moving at a steady pace, but it still wasn’t good enough. You were tired but still trying to chase your release. He watches you try and fuck yourself on him and senses your struggle. Taking control again, he meets your movements with his own thrusts. The way he was drilling into you had you seeing stars. Broken moans and incoherent noises were all that could be heard. For the third time already you felt yourself getting closer. His hand dipped down to rub your clit.

“Go ahead. Cum for me.” he breathed. Those words went straight to your core and were enough to bring you over the edge again. You cried out his name as you rode out your final orgasm. Hearing you say his name like that brought him to his release soon after. His grip on you was tight as he spilled into you. You both just looked at each other panting. Then a smile came across both of your faces. You were about to speak before you heard the door to the bathroom open. Joost walked out with his eyes covered by his hand. When he didn’t hear anything he removed it and sighed in relief.

“Finally. I thought you’d never finish.” Aggu rolled his eyes and you giggled. You carefully got off of him, wincing at how sensitive you still were. You stood up, or at least tried to. Your legs were now jelly. Joost was quick to come around and help you before you fell.

“I just want to go to the bathroom.” he nodded and placed his arm around your waist to support you. You both carefully walked over to the bathroom. He let you go and you leaned against the sink while he went to ran a shower for you. Aggu walked in and leaned on the counter next to you. You watched through dazed eyes as he reached his hand out and ran his finger under your lip where your lipstick had smudged. You were trying to avoid the mirror behind you so you didn’t have to see how much of a mess you were right now.

“Do you mind if I join you?” you shook your head. You were relieved he asked.

“Me too?” Joost asked. He didn’t want to be left out and you could tell. You laughed tiredly.

“Of course.” He smiled as if he was proud of himself. He turned to feel the temperature of the water. It seemed warm enough, so he helped you up and into the shower. Aggu entered behind you for support. The warmth of the water felt amazing against your skin compared to the cold air of the bathroom. If you were being honest, you were worried they would try for another round in the shower. Luckily they were just there to help you. They both lent a hand in cleaning you up. They lathered up small towels with soap and rubbed them against your skin while placing soft kisses all over you. After finishing up you were the first to step out of the shower. Neatly folded on the counter was a white towel. You picked it up and dried yourself off. They finished up a few minutes after and you stepped back out into the room. The sudden change in temperature made you shiver. You quickly put your undergarments back on and laid down on the bed, not caring to put the rest on.

Your mind can’t help but start to wonder what this means for your relationship with them. Of course, you have feelings for them and it’s clear that they’re reciprocated. The problem was having to choose. You sighed and pulled the covers over yourself. You were too exhausted for these types of thoughts. Then you heard them come out of the bathroom. They were talking amongst themselves then went quiet when they saw you.

“Are you guys gonna go back to the party?” you asked as they both looked around the room for their clothes. You were nervous about their response. They had no reason to stay. They got what they wanted. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want them to stay with you. There was a brief silence as they shared a look.

“I wasn’t planning to,” Joost admitted.

“Me neither,” Aggu responded.