𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

"Is that how you see me?" you began, your voice wavered and yet, you still found the courage to keep pressing, "am I so awful that you don't want anyone asking about me?"

Andrew let a sigh pass his lips, "you know that's not how it is."

You tilted your head to the side, "do I Andrew? Because from the looks of it, when I approached they didn't even know who I was." you paused, trying your best to hold back tears you managed to meet his gaze, "am I your dirty little secret? Are you that ashamed of me?"

Andrew's hands went up to knot into his hair and after a few minutes he let them fall to rest on the counter before looking at you, "I'm not ashamed of you... I just-"

"I fucking knew it." you mumbled, you couldn't even be bothered to wipe away the tears that had begun to sail down your cheeks, there was no hiding how much it hurt, how much he hurt.

"If I had known this was how it was going to be, I would've never gone on that date with you."

The man closed his eyes and turned his head up towards the ceiling, he wished this wasn't happening, after a few seconds he opened his eyes, wiped his tears from his cheeks, and moved to follow you into the living room where you were staring out the window with your arms crossed over your chest, the second he touched you he noticed that you flinched away from him.

"I think you should leave." you'd spoke, it was so quiet that he would've thought it was a whisper if not for the look on your face, you were devastated, that much he could see. But he knew there wasn't anything he could do.

"Y/n-" he began, "get out." it was the note of finality in your voice that forced him to the door, his heart told him to stay, to apologize and make it up to you, but his brain was telling him this was one of the many battles he was going to lose.

Popping open the door, he was immediately met with an onslaught of cameras, shit. So much for a secret.

No noise came from you. Your grip on his hand had become deathly tight and his fingers had started to turn white, he looked up at you, your face drawn into a tight line and your eyes burning holes into you, “y/n?” he questioned, your mouth parted to form a small circle and a dark crimson began to bloom from your torso. 

He looked down, realizing this, and watched as a hooded figure withdrew their saber from your body, you fell forward into Anakin with a small gasp from your lips and you watched with the last bit of life you had as Anakin’s panicked eyes met your own. 

“No- no no no.” he muttered.

He ran his hand over your cheek and forced a few strands of hair out of your face, “you’re going to be fine my lady.” his efforts to stop the bleeding were useless, only more blood poured out from your wound. And as much as he wanted to stay with you, there was something tugging on him, settling you into the grass, he stood and walked off in the direction of the hooded figure.

He’d stopped walking, and his back was to Anakin as he approached. He realized as he came up behind the man that the land around them had slowly turned to beach. There was sand everywhere, it was beneath him, to his left and right, and further ahead the ocean waves slapped against the very sand he was standing on. 

Without warning, the hooded figure spun around with his lightsaber, Anakin reached for his own, but it wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere near him. He dodged out of the hooded man’s path and trained his eyes on the saber in his hands, it was blue. He could’ve sworn he recognized it. But no, it couldn’t have been, right?

“You mistake my actions as evil, young padawan.” 

He knew that voice, there was no mistaking it. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Why?” he spoke his voice cracking as he stared the man down, “it was for your own good Anakin, she is dead because of your callous thoughts.” 

He shook his head, with another swing of his arms the bottom of his saber smashed into Anakin’s face and sent him sprawling in the sand. The smell, God, it was so strong, it was you, and he couldn’t stand how overwhelming it was. 

He leaned down, his face inches away from the boy’s ear, “you mustn’t seek her out Anakin.” Without so much as a look of shame, Obi-Wan drove the saber into Anakin’s heart.

He woke covered in sweat and panting, quickly, he drew the sheets from over his body and stared out towards the window. 

You were alive. 

You smiled as he closed the window behind him and turned to you, from the look on his face you could tell something was wrong and within seconds you were out of bed and at his side, "what is it?" you questioned, he took a shallow breath and nodded towards his abdomen, "big... big fight." he muttered. A frown spread over your lips and you led him to the foot of the bed before helping him down into a sitting position, "where's it hurt?" you asked as you reached your hands around his neck and began to slowly pull the suit from around his shoulders.

"Down... between my chest and my stomach." he mumbled, he leaned his head back against the footboard and shut his eyes as you pulled the suit off of him, for a moment you almost believed he was sleeping, but you knew he wasn't.

Your hands ghosted over his skin as you assessed the damage, you weren't sure if he would need stitches or not, with his whole superhero abilities advantages, but something told you to go and retrieve the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink. 

When you returned Peter's eyes were open and his gaze followed you as you entered the room and plopped down onto the floor in front of him. His eyes flicked from your face to the kit, and he watched as you unlatched the lock of the box and began to sort through it. 

You looked so concentrated at the task at hand that when Peter reached his hand out to brush across your thigh you didn't pay him any mind. Then he did it again, gently applying a little bit of pressure to gain your attention, you looked up at him, his eyes calm like a motionless sea, and his expression as warm and welcoming as it usually was.

You moved yourself to sit in his lap and brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, "you know you can't keep going on like this." you sighed stroking your thumb across his warm skin, he gave a small nod and reached his hand up to press against yours, "I know." he mumbled, giving him a sad smile, you leaned forward and placed a kiss against his forehead, "I mean it Pete."

He nodded and before you could move back to the box he placed his hands on your hips and pressed his forehead against yours, "it can wait a few minutes." he muttered before closing his eyes, instead of arguing, you did the same, and took a moment to remember that he was going to be fine, he always was.

"I love you, you know that, right?" he spoke, his eyes were still closed, and yet, it was almost as if he was staring at you through your thoughts, "I know." you replied, he opened his eyes before speaking against and nudged his nose against yours, "then you understand why I can't stop."

You'd heard this same statement multiple times prior, and every time you agreed, but you wouldn't, not tonight, not after this.

"I just want you to be more careful."

Rubbing his nose against yours, he smiled when you did, "I will, I promise."

Grinning, you held out your pinky finger, "you pinky promise?" feigning a look of shock, he nodded his head and looped his own pinky finger around yours, "why of course." he chuckled.

He shook his head, "how long have you known?" you smiled, that same, sweet, happy smile that Peter had fallen in love with so long ago.

"Since this morning." you chuckled as you crawled across the bed to sit in front of him, gently taking his hands in your own you smiled up at him, "Pete, we're gonna be parents." she whispered.

He couldn't find it in himself to be mad, not even the tiniest bit, you'd found out this morning, same as him, and if anything, he was happy, that was all he could be.

A smile broke out across his lips seconds later and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, "how far along do you think you are?" he questioned as he pulled away, pursing your lips, you gave a small shrug of your shoulders, "maybe three or four weeks? I'm not sure, I haven't had any symptoms."

With a small nod, he plopped down beside you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you as he pressed his head into the crook of your neck where you were met with more kisses, you giggled against his touch, and eventually, the two of you were lying face to face on the bed.

"Are you excited?" you asked, the smile that broke out on his face was the only answer you needed, "yeah, kinda scared too, but really excited."

Instead of replying, you simply smiled and laid your head down on Peter's thigh

After a few moments of lying there, you felt Peter's hand lace into your hair, and for a moment you weren't sure why, until you saw his other hand go to the zipper of jeans, a small beating occurred in your core, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come next.

Gently moving your head from his thigh, you watched as he tugged his boxers down just the slightest before pulling his cock from its confines. Your eyes darted over it faster than you realized and suddenly Peter's hand was back in your hair gently pushing you towards the head of his cock.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" he questioned, your lips were hovering over the head of his cock, and instead of answering you wrapped your lips around it and forced yourself down onto him. His head flew back within seconds and a breathy moan left his lips as his grip on your head tightened.

"Just like that." he groaned carefully pushing your head another inch, as he continued to push you further your eyes began to water and you held back the urge to gag, everything seemed so bright, so blinding, that for a second everything disappeared.

But that second passed and when everything finally reappeared Peter had the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat. His length was pressed flush against the inside of your throat, so much that you could feel it pulsing against the skin, it was erotic. That was the only way you could explain it.

Directing your head along his shaft for another minute, you realized that his cock was pulsing more than it had been earlier, and you knew exactly what that meant.

Before you could protest, he shoved you down to the base of his cock and threw his head back as he spilled into your throat, that was a sight he would never get over, your eyes half open, slobber dripping from your mouth, and your cheeks flushed pink.

To him, that was the perfect look for you.

He dragged you down his cock a few more times before he pulled you off of him and his hand released your hand to settle beside him. He watched with his half-lidded eyes as you wiped the slobber from your face- after swallowing his cum- and took a few deep breaths to try and calm the pounding in your chest.

"So good for me." he spoke as he trained his gaze on you, "my good girl."  you smiled up at him from your spot on the floor, the two of you took a few minutes to recover from your previous activity, when he slipped off the desk and approached you a hand was offered to you. Grateful, you took it and hoisted yourself to your feet.

Peter stared down at you before reaching a hand up to smooth down a few stray hairs, "it's your turn." he whispered, a chill floated over your spine, and without meaning to you backed up until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you laid back onto the mattress.

Thank God his aunt wasn't home.

Otherwise, things would've been extremely awkward.

Within seconds Peter's head was in between your legs, just a few inches away from your clothed core. He made sure to take his time with you, very slowly pulling your shorts down your legs and then your panties, he went so slow that for a moment you had to bite your tongue to avoid telling him to hurry up, it would only leave you frustrated and in need of release.

"You're so wet for me doll."

The name alone made you pulse with desire, you wanted him against you now, so badly, so so badly. It was all you could think about as he rubbed his index finger against the entrance of your hole, it was tight and yet he still managed to force his finger past the tightened muscles and into your warm hole.

You let out a soft sigh at the sensation and leaned your head back into the mattress as he thrust his finger into you a few times, it wasn't until he'd loosened you up a bit more that he added an additional finger, you felt so tight, so full.

When he brought his mouth to your clit it was like heaven, heaven in the form of a boy that had been bitten by a radioactive spider.  

The feeling of fullness only deepened as he continued to thrust his fingers and before you knew it you felt your orgasm getting ready to crash down onto you.

As you tightened around his fingers, Peter pulled them from your hole and watched as you let out a soft whine from the loss of fullness you'd felt, you looked up at him from where you laid and watched as he pulled himself onto the bed to lean over you, ever so careful he offered his fingers out to you and let you take them into your mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers from your lips with a soft pop and stared down at you, "you're so pretty." he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and then, scooting himself down a little, he placed a lingering kiss on your neck.

Your eyes shut as he pressed a kiss to your temple and one of his hands slowly moved down your chest, you opened your eyes at the sensation and stared at him for a moment, you wanted nothing more than to start what you knew was coming.

With another light touch of his hand you found yourself arching up against his body, "Peter..." you groaned, gently grinding down against your exposed clit, he grinned, "yes doll?"

You let out a breathy gasp and met his gaze again, "please- please fuck me." you managed to get out, and that was all it took. It was like something in Peter had switched and within seconds he had his pants off, sitting up on the bed, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it up over his head before roughly pressing your lips against his.

Between the following set of kisses, Peter managed to remove your shirt, and eventually, your bra. At first, you hadn't even realized that he'd removed it, but that wasn't all that surprising, he'd always been quick with his hands.

It wasn't until you felt the hard, prominent press of Peter's cock against your clit that you let him push you back onto the bed, instead of going to grab a condom, you watched as Peter moved to hover over you, giving him a reassuring nod, you held your breath as he reached his hand down to line himself up with your entrance.

"Wait." he looked up at you, a somewhat worried expression on his face, you had no doubt that he thought he'd done something wrong or had made you uncomfortable, you smiled up at him, hoping to remove that worry from his mind, "I had a request." you began, intrigued, he raised a brow and sat up.

"Go on."

You were somewhat embarrassed, and yet, you still found the courage to get the words out, "I was wondering if you would use the web-shooters on me..."

As your voice trailed off to nothing, Peter's eyes slightly widened and for a moment you were sure he was considering running away from you, but then something on his face sparked and suddenly he was grinning like a fool.

"You sure?" he asked as he shot off the bed and towards the desk, within seconds he had one strapped onto his wrist, you smiled and offered him a small nod as he helped scoot you closer to the headboard to position your arms against the bars. He stared at your wrists for a few long, silent moments before he held out his wrist and a web shot out from the device.

A small rush of adrenaline rushed through you as he shot out a second web- securing your other hand- and checked to make sure they would hold. Still grinning like a fool, he returned the web shooter to its spot on his desk and climbed onto the bed to hover over you.

Once again, he reached his hand down and lined his cock up with your hole, he was excited, you'd never shown any interest in using the web-shooters during sex, and here you were, wanting to use them now.

In one swift motion, faster than you had thought possible, he was all the way inside of you, a strangled gasp left your lips as he remained still for a few moments, "you okay?" he whispered into your ear, you gave a small nod the heat from his breath grazing the top of your ear.

Waiting another moment or two, Peter finally pulled himself out- almost entirely- before shoving himself back in, god, he was only two strokes in and you already felt the pleasure seeping into every crevice of your body.

Gripping onto your hips, he slammed himself in harder than before and a soft groan left his lips as you tightened around his cock, "you're so tight." he managed to get out before pulling himself out and thrusting back in, this time, a groan left your lips.

"P-Peter...." you managed to get out, he thrusted into you once more, "yes princess?"

You let out a pant and arched up against him, "fuck me harder, please."

"Whatever you want princess." he mumbled, he pulled himself out, just barely still inside you, before he roughly slammed himself into you again, the sound of skin against skin was the only thing you could hear as he picked up his pace and for a moment you thought you were seeing stars, that's how good it felt.

He let out a pant as his thrusts quickened, "I'm gonna cum inside you, gonna put a baby in you, okay?" unable to form words, you simply nodded your head and let your mouth fall open as he thrusted in and out of you as hard as he could, and while it hurt, the orgasm that was about to wash over the two of you would be oh so worth it.

He was grunting now, his brows furrowed in concentration before he slammed himself all the way in one final time and hot white liquid began to fill you up, this was enough to send you over the edge and you let out a high-pitched moan as he collapsed into you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, your body shaking beneath his from the intensity of your own orgasm, when he finally went soft inside you, he pulled himself from atop you and pulled out. Within seconds his cum was dripping from your hole and with a smile, he was dipping his finger into it and brung it to your lips.

Once you'd taken it into your mouth and licked his finger clean, he leaned back on his arms and watched you with half-lidded eyes, "you were so good for me doll."

You smiled back at him, "it was really good, but Pete..."

He raised his brows in acknowledgment, "do you think you could get these off of me?" his eyes widened at the realization and as his cheeks turned a light red he crawled over to the headboard and began to work on freeing you from your restraints, "sorry." he chuckled.

He stared at me for a few moments before plopping down in the chair in front of his desk, leaving me to think in the silence. If I was being completely honest, I hadn't even wanted to go to his house, with his Dad and neither of his brothers around it felt wrong. Not that it was their place to dictate any relationships in the household. But it was odd.

"So..." he began spinning his chair so he was facing me, he had that curious expression I knew all too well planted across his lips, the same expression he wore when he knew he was causing mischief.

"So what?" I questioned, while he was usually better at answering questions than Stiles, he seemed to have the common jittering problem Stiles never seemed able to rid himself of, the same jittering that had nearly cost them their lives several times while hiding from the foreign beasts of Beacon Hills.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do?" he pressed his hands into his lap watching her with his steady honey-colored eyes, when I'd first met him and Stiles, I thought they were the same person, in two different places at once, but their eye color was slightly different, as was the way they wore their hair.

Neither of the twins had ever made a particular move to try and help distinguish between the two, which seemed to send them into boiling laughter every single time, now that they were older, it was far easier to tell the difference.

It was only when they put in the effort to look the same that they were able to pull it off. I looked up at him, his eyes catching my gaze, "I don't know, you invited me over." I paused, what was it he wanted from me? Did he have something to ask? Was his Dad struggling again? If it was something about a new star wars movie... I thought I ought to kill him.

"What are you wanting to do?" I questioned.

Thomas softly cocked his head to the side before standing up and moving towards the bed, when he plopped down, the weight of his body send the mattress trembling for a few seconds before it stilled and he looked up into my eyes.

"Can I do something?" I narrowed my eyes, what the hell did he think he was going to do? I should have never come without anyone else home, a mistake on my part.

"Go ahead." I mumbled watching as a small spark danced through his eyes and he slowly leaned in towards my lips, something I had hoped wouldn't happen. But at the same time, I could feel the childhood crush I'd had for him years prior coming rushing back in a single wave, and I wished it hadn't.

It was complicated enough being best friends with a set of twin boys, much less the fact that I was making out with one of them.

Thomas pulled back after a few seconds his eyes bright with excitement, "holy shit... that felt good." I smiled, even if I didn't want to, it just happened. Leaning in once again, we found our lips clashing against each other, there was something about Thomas' lips, something that only made me want more. More of him, more of whatever this was.

Our lips separated a few times in between kisses Thomas anxiously tugging at the bottom of my shirt, giving in, I yanked it up over my head immediately pushing our lips back together, I never wanted it to end.

"Shit." he mumbled pulling back as I began to tug at the hem of his navy blue shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side quickly attacking my neck with his lips, suddenly I was grateful that none of his family was home. Even his brothers.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted kissing, he pulled back his eyes having darkened slightly with his obvious arousal, "you wanna do this?" he asked his breaths coming out in rushed whispers, I nodded my head, "hurry up and get your pants off." I muttered moving to rid myself of my own as he did the same.

Everything that felt so wrong at that moment felt so right, having sex with a Stilinski boy, having it with one of the twins, having it with Thomas.

I knew it would be something to remember.

As soon as we finished stripping ourselves of our pants, we looked up at each other. Without listening to my conscience, I looked down at the crotch of the boy's boxers, there, a little way down, was a small evident wet patch where his erection seemed to be prodding at the material.

"Did you already get off in your pants?" he narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by the shitty joke, "ha, ha, ha. I'll be getting off in you." I watched as a grin crossed his lips and he closed the little bit of distance between us.

Our lips connected seconds later and I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my ass, finding it a bit harder than I had originally thought to reach the boy's lips at the angle we currently stood in, I wasn't the least surprised when Thomas cupped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me into his arms.

"You seem eager." he rolled his eyes, yet again, not amused. Pulling away from his soft lips I frowned at him, "if you wanna be grumpy we can stop." while the threat wasn't completely threatening, it seemed to get Thomas out of his mood, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relieve himself, not when he was so close."I'm going to fuck you so good." he mumbled leaning forward to gently drop me onto the mattress.

Letting out a small laugh, I pulled him forward a thrill rushing through my body as he fell on top of me. "Stop talking about it and do it already." I spoke my lips just barely leaving his to get the words out, pulling back after a moment, his expression neutralized worry pricking at the edges.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he seemed nervous, maybe even on edge, as if the scene would disappear if he didn't find some way to engage every few moments.

I gave a small nod scooting closer to him, his face softened with a smile and he leaned forward bringing his hands up to my legs to gently spread them so he could have access to what they had before blocked, he sprawled out on his stomach his face mere inches from my heat, I could feel his cool breathing fanning out across my folds as he remained still his eyes taking it all in.

Looking up at me with hungry eyes, he moved to open his mouth, "has Stiles ever seen you like this?" frowning, I slightly sat up confused by the question, "no, why's it matter?" he shook his head reaching his hand forward to push me back into the mattress, "just try to relax." he mumbled leaning forward once again.

The second his tongue flicked across my clit, I knew I had been missing out with the Stilinski boy. He had a magical tongue, that much was for sure.

He kitten licked a stripe through my folds his tongue feeling warm and foreign to my body as I took in the sensation, letting out a small moan, I reached my hand down to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair the boy contentedly mumbling beneath his breath at the sudden action.

A cough sounded throughout the room.

Both of us shot up from our position frantically searching for cover before our eyes fell to the person at the door; Mitch.

Thomas had claimed he wouldn't be home for several more hours as he had to go grab a few things from the store and then meet up with his boss.

And there he was, standing before us.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned into the doorframe, taking a step forward, he let his arms fall to his sides before shooting Thomas an amused look, "you know, when you paid me twenty bucks to leave the house for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be fucking anyone." I shot Thomas a look half tempted to tell him to get rid of his perv of a brother.

Thomas- clutching a blanket over his exposed skin- glared at his brother, "can you go? Like, out of the house? We're kinda in the middle of something." Mitch pursed his lips, "I can see that." he spoke crossing his arms over his chest again, Thomas frowned before gesturing to the door, "then go." his voice was tight with frustration, he'd simply asked for him to leave for some bit and there he was, home earlier than they'd agreed upon.

"I'm gonna need a bit more, to keep this to myself of course." Thomas scowled at the boy, there was no way in hell he'd tell their Dad, unless he did. And then he'd never hear the end of it. "I don't get paid till next Wednesday." he whined gesturing to his small clear mason jar on his desk, all that sat within it was a few pennies.

"I wasn't talking about money you dumbass." he paused shifting his gaze to me for a brief moment, "I want her." Thomas's eyes widened and he turned to look at me with a rough shake of his head, "go the hell away Mitch, fucking creep." he mumbled turning to grab his lacrosse stick.

"Why don't we ask her what she wants? An experienced guy, that can make her cum, or, an inexperienced teen that has trouble staying hard?" Thomas frowned turning to look at me for an answer, I didn't want to answer, but Mitch's offer seemed a lot better compared to what Thomas had laid out on the table.

"Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?" the name sent a thrill down my spine, something it shouldn't have done.

"What about both? I've got more than one hole." Mitch raised an eyebrow before a smile fell across his lips, "I think we can fit it all in one, doll." Thomas turned to look at his brother questioning why in God's name he wanted to fuck her to begin with.

Moving to pull his shirt over his head, Mitch turned to glance at his brother, "she a virgin?" the boy rolled his eyes, "why don't you ask her?" Without waiting for his question to roll around to me, I answered, "I'm not." Mitch smiled, not that I was able to see it, "this is gonna be an interesting time then." he spoke stripping himself of his pants until only his boxers remained, he gestured to the blanket covering Thomas's boxers half tempted to tell him it wasn't necessary.

"Get your pants off, you can't fuck her with your dick tucked away." Thomas mumbled something incoherent beneath his breath quickly tossing the blanket off to the side as his brother pulled his boxers down his legs revealing the long length he had managed to hide away behind the fabric.

The younger of the two followed suit slightly put off by the fact his cock was out for both of them to see, he stopped a foot away from his brother watching as his eyes fell over the covered sight of me.

I felt odd, out of place, like an object the boy was desperately seeking to get a use out of. And it gave me a small rush of adrenaline.

"I'm thinking hands and knees." Mitch stated turning back to look at his brother, he reached his hand up to his neck and gently scratched it before giving an absent shrug, "I don't see why it's important... what position we fuck her in." Mitch clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tommy, tom." he turned to look at his brother. "We do hands and knees when we want to use more than one hole." Thomas's eyes widened, not that they should have, as I'd already proposed both of them get a go.

"You are too cute." he mumbled beneath his breath making his way around the side of the bed before climbing onto the mattress, he softly poked at the sheet- the only thing hiding my body from his lustful eyes- "come on doll, there's no point in hiding." he reached for the sheet pulling it away with a soft whiz as it slid right off the bed.

"I'll take her mouth, you can take the other." Thomas- unsure of what the hell they were trying to attempt- climbed onto the bed refraining from letting out a sound of protest when Mitch flipped me onto my stomach the mattress feeling cold against my warmed skin.

"Come on sweetheart, hands, and knees for me." I did as told my heart racing at the thought of what was going to come next, I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.

Mitch gestured to my arms meeting Thomas's gaze for a split second, "grab her hands, once we start going at it she's gonna be trying to pull off my cock, it'll give you more leverage too." Thomas looked down half embarrassed and half worried, he had no clue what he was doing.

"Go on, grab her arms." he restated, resting his hand beneath my shoulder blades to try and keep me from falling face-first into the mattress, he waited until Thomas had begun to position his cock at my entrance to get his own ready to be pushed into my mouth.

"Get it in and then grab her." he spoke looking down at me to catch the look on my face as Thomas slid in, when he did, I could feel my hole stretching around him, and it felt like absolute blinding bliss.

After a few moments of the boy trying to make sure his cock wasn't going to slip out, he reached forward and grabbed my arms holding them tightly behind me in each of his hands, meanwhile, Mitch had nudged his cock past my lips his hands finding their way to my hair as he thrusted a few times waiting to see what his brother's pattern would look like.

"Tom, pick up the pace, she's not gonna cum with you going at it like a sloth." Thomas let out a grunt beneath his breath roughly thrusting forward with unknown energy, "there you go." he smiled thrusting forward past my lips, now I understood why he'd told Thomas to grab my arms.

He wanted me to gag around his cock.

And he was surely doing that much.

The long length slid throughout my throat with an inhumane speed my eyes watering with the gagging sensation he was providing, I could feel his length pressing into the skin of my throat, I knew that if someone were to look at it right now, they would see the outline of his cock sinking into my throat as he attempted to skull fuck me.

It only took Mitch a few seconds to gather my hair into a ponytail before he was using that to sling me back and forth like a toy of sorts, Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, and if there was one word to describe the feeling they were giving me.

It would be Euphoria.

Nothing mattered at that moment, just that Mitch's cock was sliding down my throat with no mercy to spare in regards to speed while Thomas was rocking his hips back and forth against mine with his thick length widening my hole with each thrust.

Holding me forward after the next thrust, Mitch watched my eyes as they continued to water and I gagged around him once more, a smile crossed his lips, "you like choking on my cock sweetheart?" giving a subtle nod I waited for him to continue, to provide me with some relief, instead, he brought his hand across my face and watched as I gagged even harder around him.

"Yeah, I bet you liked that you little slut." he paused before bringing his hand down across my cheek again, "you like being fucked by two guys at the same time? Are you so eager for cum that you wanna be a whore?" when no response came he brought his hand up again and brought it across my cheek, "I asked you a question slut, now answer." he pushed back my head with a pop from my lips waiting for his answer.

"Yes." I mumbled, he grabbed my chin tilting it up towards his face, "yes what?" I paused unsure of what he wanted me to call him. "Yes Daddy." my voice came out warbled from all the spit but it didn't matter as he dove right back in and started to increase the pace and severity of his thrusts. I let my tongue slid beneath Mitch's cock quickly locating the prominent vein that was located there, I looked up at him through teary eyes as drool leaked from my lips at the sudden feeling of him shuddering inside of me, seconds later he would shoot his thick white liquid down my throat without warning before pulling me off his length.

He let out a pant watching as I gasped for air a few strings of his cum dripping down my chin with the bubbly spit gathering at the edges, a few moments later, Thomas was letting out a grunt before abruptly pulling out as Mitch slapped my ass.

He watched him with wide eyes, he'd been so close, and like most things, Mitch seemed to have screwed that up for him as well.

"Get under her." he stated, willing himself not to argue with his brother, he laid on the bed gently pulling me to lay atop him, "hey princess." he softly smiled reaching his hand up to dab at the drool, "she looks pretty good all fucked out with swollen lips right?" Thomas nodded his head, he couldn't disagree, she did look good.

"You can go ahead and start with her." he stated hovering at the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow, he adjusted his cock at my entrance before slowly pushing in his eyes taking in the sight of me opening my mouth to moan, "thrust a few times and then stop." Mitch spoke again climbing onto the bed to approach me from behind.

Thomas did as told pausing on his fourth stroke to meet his brothers gaze, "I meant what I said about fitting all of it in one doll." and with that, he began to wedge his spit slicked cock into my hole, despite the fact I had been the one to propose the idea, I hadn't actually expected them both to use the same hole, at the same time.

But it felt mind-blowing.

Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing that mattered was that they both move. I let out a moan letting my head fall onto Thomas's chest with a soft thud, Mitch, eager to get started, yanked me up so I was somewhat on my knees- my hole available for him to pound with Thomas's help- "can someone please just start moving, I need to cum... so bad." I moaned out the packed feeling in my hole sending rushes through me.

I desperately needed a release.

"Sure thing doll." I regretted the decision for a split second before the euphoria hit again, I wasn't even sure it was possible, not till it happened, but, Mitch slid in effortlessly roughly thrusting forward with as much force as he could muster. Thomas- finally picking up on what the idea was- began to thrust as well his own cock squeezing against his brothers as they worked together to fuck my hole.

It was one thing to have one cock, but two, going as fast and rough as they were, it was something I could have never imagined.

Something from an erotic dream.

The older of the two reached forward taking my hair in his hand once again, pulling my head up from Thomas's chest he would now be able to hear all the sounds I'd been trying so hard to muffle against the boy's chest.

"Holy fuck." I whined, the sound of skin slapping and moans resonated throughout the house, and for the first time in forever, I thanked the fact that I'd ignored my gut and gone to Thomas's house when no one else was around.

"Just like that, moan for me doll." Mitch spoke bringing his other hand to my ass before roughly slapping at the already red skin, it seemed he knew no limits, not that I was complaining.

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to get out my skin slick with sweat as both of them continued to pound my aching hole, "you better not sweetheart, not till we get to fill you up." absently nodding, I could feel the spring in my stomach slowly beginning to wind up, it only snapped when I felt the hot stringy liquid shooting through my hole from both boys' cocks.

Opening my mouth, a moan escaped as they lazily thrusted a few times trying to get me through my orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thomas reached his hand down quickly rubbing at my clit for a few moments before I let out a sound between a moan and a scream, something that sent Mitch grinning before he pulled out his cock soft from the high he'd just experienced.

Running a hand through his hair, he watched as my body slightly shook from the bone-shattering orgasm for a few moments, it was single-handedly the best thing I'd ever experienced.