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â smut . making out . brian doesnât mind sharing .
an: challengers but with hormi and brian guti
the noise outside the locker rooms was still loud. cheers from the fans, conversations, just full of celebration. but inside, it was quieter. all you could hear were the sharp clicks of your heels against the polished floor, you walked past security and team staff until you reached the now locker room door. without knocking, you pushed it open.
and there he was. Brian sat on the bench, bare chested slumped forward slightly his chest rose and fell still, jersey tossed to the side, working at the laces of his cleats. his skin still slick with sweat. his shoulders were tense, head down in focus as he kicked them off.
but the moment he heard your footsteps, he looked up. his eyes, though tired, softened immediately when they landed on you
âThere you areâ he breathed out
you walked up slowly, stepping between his legs, your hands finding their place on his shoulders, thumbs brushing along the line of muscle there
"Hey" you said quietly
his eyes shut for a second, his head dropped slightly as he sighed beneath your touch, his whole body relaxing.
"you did good tonight" you whispered, bending to press a kiss to the top of his damp head "I'm proud of you"
he looked up at you, the corners of his lips twitching.
"Mmnh" he hummed low, hands wandering from your waist to the curve of your ass. his palm smoothed over it, giving it a slow squeeze in passing.
âneeded thisâ he admitted with a tired laugh.
the sound that came from your chest was almost amusing. his grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against him.
he didn't kiss you, but he wanted to badly. you saw it in the way his eyes were on yours, in the flick of his tongue darting out to taste the edge of his lip where you'd just touched. his breath slowed, your own chest rose a little harder, your faces were close enough that your exhales mingled.
"I won for you, you know" he said finally
"you win for you and the team" you replied, though your fingers slid from his face to his throat, at the hollow where you could feel his pulse
he grinned crookedly, eyes half lidded, letting his hands smooth up your back, fingers pressing into your spine through your dress "still. I saw you watching me in the stands. giving me that look."
you laughed under your breath and leaned in further. your hands were on his face, one thumb brushing away the damp hair clinging to his forehead, the other hand pressed lightly to his throat, just enough for him to feel it. his lips were parted now, breathing shallow
"can you kiss me." he rasped
and you did. it started soft just the brush of mouths, warm, but then his hands pulled you into his lap, one palm sliding under the hem of the other, locking over your hip. he groaned into your mouth
you shifted, straddling him better where he sat on the bench, your knees digging into the wood on either side of his thighs, your weight pressing down on his stiffening cock through his shorts. his head fell back again against the wall with a small thud.
his breath was still ragged beneath you, chest rising and falling under your palms. the sweat on his skin hadn't cooled yet, and his arms were still wrapped around your waist when suddenly he leaned down and kissed your chest gently.
his mouth moved slowly, pressing kisses over the swell of your breast one, then another, then another. âhow are you going to say I didnât win for you? if I donât win I know I donât get this.â he murmured into your chest.
"win or lose, doesnât matter." you whispered, cupping the back of his head as his lips moved along your jawline.
he sucked softly at the base of your throat, his hands smoothed up your back in slow strokes
"after every game..." you whispered, almost smiling "you do this"
he paused, his lips still against your skin, and chuckled low "because I always win." he said, his voice tender.
you looked down at him. his eyes were still half lidded, dazed, but the softness there was something. no one saw him like this, not his team, not his trainers, not the media or the crowd shouting his name in the stadium, just you.
you caught his mouth again into a kiss. a little firmer this time, parting slightly, then sliding into a deep, slow kiss. his mouth was warm, soft lips moving slowly. he smiled into it, and you did too.
then you shifted the angle just enough, opening your mouth wider and letting your tongue slip in, lazily curling against his. slickness coating the plush of your lips.
you moaned into his mouth, soft and low, unable to help it. that warm throbbing between your legs was getting impossible to ignore.
his fingers curled into the side of your ass now, gripping just a little harder. you rolled your hips over his lap without thinking, rubbing your clothed pussy along his bulge, just to feel something.
"Want you just like thisâ Brian murmured against your lips
you sighed softly, your fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
he moved confidently, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, helping you grind over his lap.
but as Brian tilted his head to find a better angle, his gaze shifted slightly. from the corner of his eye, he caught a small movement by the heavy double doors.
Armando stood there, frozen. he was still in his jersey, a gym bag slung over one shoulder. he had clearly forgotten something.. a phone, maybe a wallet but the moment he had stepped inside, he knew he had walked in on something private, something intimate, and yet he hadn't turned around. he couldn't. the sight of you, flushed and breathless in Brianâs arms, had kept him in that spot.
the silence that followed was heavy. most men would have apologized and bolted, embarrassed. but Armando didn't move. his chest heaved slightly, his hands flexing at his sides, fingers curling into tight fists.
Brian didn't pull away in shame. instead, a slow smile grew on his face. he liked this. he liked the way Armando looked at you.
Brian slowly pulled back from your lips
"Are you going to just watch?" Brian mumbled, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward the door.
the invitation hung in the air, Armando swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. he looked at Brian, then at you. he was the quiet one of the group, the reliable heart of the team who rarely spoke unless necessary. he was shy but the desire currently written across his face was clear.
he began to move. it was slow, hesitant, as if he expected you both to change your minds at any second.
as he drew closer, the intensity of his gaze grew. he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen but he respected Brian more and his loyalty was to their friendship.
you looked up at him, eyes soft and welcoming. you could see the tremor in his hands, the nervousness. you didn't want him to feel like an intruder, you wanted him to feel wanted.
âyou played good tonight, Armando." you whispered, giving him a sweet, reassuring smile.
the tension in Armando's shoulders eased. a shy, genuine smile touched his lips, the validation, the simple acknowledgment of his effort and his presence made him melt.
you reached up, your hand leaving Brian's shoulder to cup Armando's cheek. his skin was warm, slightly rough, and he leaned into your touch instinctively, like a man starving for affection. you gently guided him closer, pulling him into your shared space with Brian.
that was all it took. he leaned down, and when your lips met, it was a different kind of kiss than the one you had shared with Brian. where Brian was confident, Armando was tender, hesitant at first.
Brian groaned low in his throat, his grip on your hips tightening. he wasn't jealous, he didnât mind sharing. Brian shifted, sliding one hand from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you more firmly into Armando's space. he loved the friction, the way the two of them closed in on you, the shared heat of three bodies in the dim light of the locker room.
"See?" Brian whispered against your neck, "told you he wanted this."
Armando's shyness was quickly replaced by a desperate need to be close. his hands, previously frozen, now found their way to your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. he was slightly larger than Brian, being sandwiched between them felt like heaven.
Brian began to trail kisses along your jawline, while Armando's lips explored your mouth. Brian glanced up at Armando, their eyes meeting over your shoulder. Armando let out a low. shaky breath.
you found yourself switching between the two men. Brianâs kisses were confident. then, you would tilt your head, drifting into Armandoâs embrace. his kisses were different, tender. but Armando grew bolder. he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours, sucking your lower lip softly between his teeth.
Brian let out a low sigh against your skin, his breath hot against your neck. he wasn't satisfied with just the kisses. while Armando continued to kiss you, Brianâs hands wandered upward. you felt the sudden, sharp tug of fabric as Brian gripped the hem of your dress. with one motion, he pulled it down. the cool air hit your skin for a split second before your breasts spilled out, nipples already peaked. Brian didn't waste another second. he leaned forward, capturing one swollen nipple into his mouth. he sucked hard, creating a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the quiet locker room.
you gasped into Armandoâs mouth, your back arching as Brian leaned forward. he took one of your breasts fully into his mouth.
the sight was filthy. you were perfectly straddled across your boyfriendâs lap, your chest bare and glistening under the harsh lights, while his teammate, his friend, held your face in his hands, kissing you.
Brian swirled his tongue around your nipple, teasing the sensitive skin before closing his lips tightly around your nipple. you let out a muffled moan, the sound swallowed by Armandoâs deep kiss.
Armando felt the vibration of your moan, and it seemed to trigger something in him. his hands slid down from your face to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you flush against him even as you remained seated on Brian. he began to kiss you deeper, his tongue tangling with yours in a wet, sloppy kiss, his breath coming in ragged hitches.
it was almost too much. the feeling of Armandoâs hard chest pressing against your back, the taste of him in your mouth, and the way Brian was showering your tits with attention. Brian shifted his focus, he moved from one nipple to the other, his tongue flicking and swirling, leaving a trail of glistening saliva across your skin.
âbecause we won, right?â Brian mumbled, his voice a vibration against your skin, barely audible over the sound of your shared, heavy breathing.
Armando pulled back just an inch, his lips swollen and wet, he looked down at where Brian was, watching the way your tit disappeared into Brian's mouth, the way your nipple was being tugged and teased. a low, needy sound escaped Armandoâs throat, almost a whimper.
encouraged by the sound, Brian looked up, without releasing your nipple. he gestured with his head toward your other tit, an invitation for Armando to join in.
Armando didn't need to be told twice. he leaned down, his shy demeanor completely gone. now, two sets of warm, wet lips claiming you. Brian continued to suckle one side, his grip on your hip tightening, while Armando took the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple slowly.
Brianâs hand slid from your hip to the curve of your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling you deeper into his lap. he broke away from your tit for a moment, only to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, while Armando took over sucking your nipples.
as you looked at them, the two of them, flushed and focused entirely on your pleasure, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. but right now, you were enjoying every bit of it.
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