max strus lover

the air in the room didn’t move, and neither did they. for a moment, all you could hear was the click of a clock and the champagne fizz in someone’s glass. no one spoke, but both boys were looking at you like they were waiting for you to laugh, to say you were joking. to break the tension with some easier dare. you didn’t.

you just tilted your head, lashes low, legs still tucked under you on the hotel bed. “you heard me.”

luka was the first to move.

he didn’t lunge, didn’t smirk, didn’t make a show of it. he just leaned over slowly, one knee lifting onto the mattress. his gaze didn’t leave austin’s, not even when their mouths were a breath apart. you expected hesitation, maybe a sarcastic comment, but austin didn’t pull away.

when they kissed, it was slower than you imagined. it was a test, not a performance. austin’s hand found luka’s jaw first, thumb dragging up the side of his face like he was trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. his thumbs grazed over the prickly stubble, making luka reply by leaning in harder, like he wasn’t going to let austin get the upper hand. it wasn’t soft or rough, instead it was curious. heat blooming slow, mouths opening just enough to pull a gasp from one of them.

you didn’t breathe, at least not for the first few seconds. you just watched in silence. the kiss deepened before either of them spoke. you could hear the wet, rhythmic, the quiet smack of lips parting and returning. the tiny stutter of breath when austin tilted his head slightly, teeth clinking against luka’s with a soft, startled clack. they paused, barely, a moment of shocked laughter caught in their throats, but neither pulled back. instead luka hummed low in his chest, almost a growl, and pulled austin closer by the wrist.

their bodies shifted with it. austin moved into him, the mattress dipping slightly under the weight of their knees. the kiss wasn’t gentle anymore, but it wasn’t angry either. it was messy, like they were learning how to kiss for the first time. mouths opening wider, breath getting heavier. the kind of kiss that left their lips sticky, red. one of them made a sound, half moan, half exhale, and it pushed the other closer. it sounded like a gasp swallowed down too late, like a noise they didn’t mean to let out.

teeth scraped again, austin’s probably. he bit down on luka’s bottom lip, just for a second, and it made luka pull back to catch his breath. the sound that came with it wasn’t loud, just a low gasp, like he hadn’t expected it to feel like that. their chests barely touched, but the air between them was hot. you could feel it from where you sat.

austin was smirking now, just a little. his lips shiny, curved at the corner. luka wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes were still locked on austin’s like the dare hadn’t ended. they both looked at you then, like they remembered you were the reason any of this happened.

“that good enough for you?” austin asked, voice scratchy, lips kissed raw.

you didn’t answer right away, your heart was beating too loud for that. they were still so close, both of them half on the bed now. you felt the heat off their skin, the champagne-slick haze still settling over all three of you. instead of answering, you leaned in.

austin was the first to move, as if he remembered what you liked about his lips on yours. his mouth met yours before you could even tilt your head, catching your lips in a kiss that was warmer than you'd expected. they were slow, but far from shy. his hand ghosted over your hip, fingers curling at the fabric like he wanted to grab you and pull you in, but didn’t.

you sighed into it, lips parting. his breath caught, and you could feel it against your cheek, the tension in his jaw when he kissed you deeper. it was like he’d thought about this before, like he already knew what your mouth would taste like and he just wanted to be right.

then you felt another hand, larger, rougher, grabbing at your neck. you gasped, austin’s lips still on yours when luka pressed close, brushing his mouth along the edge of your jaw. not kissing yet. just lingering, breathing you in by your prefume. you shivered.

“don’t forget about me,” luka murmured against your skin. his voice low, far from teasing. moreso possessive over something that wasn't either of theirs.

austin’s kiss slowed, then pulled back just slightly, enough to look at luka over your shoulder, he didn’t say a word. as if it was clockwork, luka’s mouth was on yours. it wasn’t careful like austin’s, it was greedy. he kissed you like he was claiming you. tongue sweeping into your mouth with barely a warning, teeth grazing your lower lip, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head so you wouldn’t pull away, as if you would ever think of that.

you melted into the kiss, knees shifting, body folding between theirs without even thinking. austin’s hand found your thigh now, grounding you, while luka kissed you deeper. your fingers tightened in the fabric of luka’s shirt, while your other hand slid up to austin’s chest. you were sandwiched between them. warm hands, soft lips, the heat of it all making your skin flush under your clothes.

when luka finally let you go, breath stuttering, you turned back to austin and he didn’t wait this time. he kissed you again, rougher than before. like he’d been holding back, and now he wasn’t. you moaned into it, quietly, sweetly, and he felt the vibrations travel in his open mouth. he tilted your chin to kiss you harder, like he didn’t want luka’s mouth to be the last one you remembered.

your lips were sore already. your head was foggy, and when you opened your eyes, they were both looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room. and for a second, maybe you were.

the first button undone wasn’t yours; it was austin’s. your fingers curled in the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his stomach. he shifted to help, arms raised as the fabric slipped over his head and landed somewhere on the carpeted floor. his skin was warm, chest rising and falling shallowly, already pink in the places your touch lingered.

luka followed your lead, brushing your hair from your neck before trailing both hands down your sides, slowly. he caught the hem of your top and tugged it up with a soft sound of approval, knuckles grazing your ribs as he helped you out of it. the fabric clung for a second before falling away, leaving you flushed and breathless in just your bra. his eyes flicked down to your chest, then back to your face.

you reached for luka’s shirt next, tugging it impatiently over his head. he let you, moving close enough that your knees bumped as he helped shrug it off his shoulders. it dropped to the floor like the air had gotten too heavy for it. you were surrounded by bare skin now, hot, smooth, waiting for your touch. four hands met at your back. one of them unhooked your bra, the other palmed your hip, thumb teasing just beneath the waistband of your jeans. you gasped softly, too focused to figure out whose hands were where. they moved like they’d practiced this in their dreams. it was a two-man operation, unhurried but greedy.

when your bra slipped down your arms, someone, maybe austin, brushed the straps from your shoulders with a graze that was more worship than teasing.

“zala deklica,” "beautiful girl," . luka murmured under his breath, half against your neck your hands moved next.

one to austin’s belt, the other to luka’s fly. fumbling, almost frantic. it wasn’t graceful, not with the way their lips kept finding your collarbone, the hollow of your throat, stealing your breath. they didn’t wait for you to finish with them, austin was already dragging your jeans down your hips, luka’s fingers sneaking under the band of your underwear like he didn’t care about sequence.

you could barely keep up, your mouth parting with a shaky exhale as you tugged luka’s waistband lower, hand brushing over the outline of his bulge beneath his briefs. he hissed at the contact, hips twitching toward you.

austin grinned at the sound and leaned in to kiss your shoulder, biting just soft enough to make you gasp. you were half undressed, clinging to two half-naked boys, flushed and breathing hard and already soaked from nothing but mouths and fingers and the warmth of their bodies pressed against yours.

austin kissed down your stomach first, his mouth soft and warm, lingering longer than it needed to like he was memorizing you. luka followed him, slower, trailing just behind, both hands moving to your thighs like he already knew how to part them. they didn’t wait their turn. they shared the space between your legs like they were used to it, alternating without needing to ask, like they’d practiced this in every dream.

austin’s lips brushed over your inner thigh as luka leaned in first, tongue dragging through your clothed folds with slow, greedy intention. his mouth was steady, focused. you gasped, thighs twitching, and austin groaned at the sound, mouthing at the other side of your thigh with an open kiss that turned into a soft bite.

“fuck,” austin murmured, half to himself, half to luka. “she’s already shaking.”

his thumbs dragged higher, catching on the waistband of your panties and pausing just long enough to make you ache. luka didn’t stop his mouth, just moved down slightly, kissing along the edge of the fabric, his breath warm where it hit the damp spot growing beneath his lips.

you felt fingers hook beneath the waistband, both of them. austin on one side, luka on the other, drawing the lace down together like they had every right to. the fabric peeled slow from your skin, catching at your thighs, pooling somewhere around your knees before austin tugged it all the way off and dropped it behind him like it didn’t matter anymore.

luka kissed you first. he parted you with both thumbs and leaned in like he needed it, tongue flattening against your clit with a slow, steady drag that made your back arch. the sound you made was broken and soft, like a thread pulled tight. austin watched with hungry eyes, thumb brushing lazy circles just above your hipbone before leaning in himself, kissing just beneath luka’s mouth, lips hot against the inside of your thigh. you felt their mouths overlapping, breath catching against each other as they took turns, trading places, trading rhythm. luka focused on your clit, his tongue flicking just enough to tease but never let you fall over the edge.

austin slid two fingers between your folds, collecting slick before licking it off, groaning at the taste like it did something to him.

“she’s so wet,” he whispered, voice low and full of heat. “fuck, she tastes good.”

luka hummed against you in agreement, the vibration sending another wave through your core, and your fingers clenched the sheets tight, hips starting to roll into their mouths on instinct they didn't hold back from watching you fall apart. their hands gripping tighter, mouths sloppier, tongues trading places again like they were competing to see who could ruin you first.

your breath came in shaky whimpers, throat raw from how much you were gasping. everything felt tight and coiled. your hips lifted without meaning to, only for luka’s hand to press you back down again, fingers splayed just above your mound like he wanted to feel every twitch, every desperate clench.

“stay still,” luka murmured, voice low against your skin, lips not even leaving you as he spoke. “be good and take it.”

his tongue flattened again, licking you from dripping entrance to throbbing clit in one long, slow stripe that made your knees jerk open wider. austin’s teeth grazed the inside of your thigh, kissing the mark after like he didn’t want to stop touching you for even a second. he was mouthing at your skin like it was sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted, fingers curled loosely around your hip, just watching luka ruin you like it was a show made for him alone.

“fuck, baby,” austin groaned, tilting his head just enough to kiss luka’s shoulder, his voice spilling over with something darker. “you’re falling apart. feels good, doesn’t it? having both of us here. you were fuckin’ made for it.”

you tried to nod, but your body couldn’t keep up. your eyes fluttered, head tilting back as luka’s fingers curled perfectly, fucking into you slow but deep. every drag inside you lit something up, and the flick of his tongue against your clit kept you stuck in that high, suspended and messy and wrecked. you whimpered his name, barely a whisper.

austin was climbing higher now, thumb circling your nipple, breath heavy against your chest. he was watching the way your hips couldn’t stop moving, how luka’s fingers dragged slick sounds out of you like he was playing a song he already knew the end to.

“there it is,” he whispered, forehead pressing to yours. “you’re close. i feel it. you gonna cum, pretty girl? gonna let us feel it?”

your answer came in the form of a choked moan, your whole body tensing, your back arching as the knot finally snapped. you came hard, twitching under them, body soaked and unraveling, your orgasm crashing through you like your body had been begging for it for hours.

luka didn’t stop, neither did austin. their hands held you there, open, thighs parted, slick spreading across both their mouths as they licked you through it. your moans broke into sobs of overstimulation, every nerve lit up and pulsing as they drank it in, like they were starving.

“that’s it,” luka said, lips swollen and wet, voice warm like a thread pulled through you. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.” austin kissed your cheek, then your jaw, mouth hot against your ear. “you’re perfect. took it so good, honey."

you barely had time to come down before you were moving again, slipping from the bed with shaky legs and letting your hands guide them back. “sit,” you whispered, and they listened. austin leaned back on his elbows, thighs parted, already hard again. luka sat next to him, chest rising and falling, hand curled loosely around the base of his cock. both of them were flushed, leaking, watching you like they were the ones being undone now.

you settled between them, knees hitting the carpet. the air felt hotter down there, like you were the one in control now, even with your skin still humming from the orgasm they just tore through you. you reached out with both hands, fingers wrapping around their shafts slowly, like you had all the time in the world.

they were warm and heavy, twitching against your palms. you stroked them in tandem, slow at first, thumbs brushing along the slick heads, and watched them shudder.

“you look so pretty like this,” luka murmured, voice husky. “fuck, so pretty.”

you leaned in and licked a stripe up the side of austin’s cock, then turned your head just enough to flick your tongue over luka’s tip. both of them groaned. it was messy, teasing, deliberate. your fingers tightened just slightly, sliding down to stroke them both together, and your breath caught when their cocks brushed together, the soft, wet slide of precum against precum, heads bumping, sensitive and flushed. austin’s hips jerked and luka cursed under his breath, biting his lip.

“god,” austin breathed. “you’re really gonna make us lose it.”

you hummed in response, tongue pressed between their tips like you couldn’t choose. your spit was everywhere now, slicking them up, dripping from your lips as you kissed between them again, licking one, then the other, then both at once, tongues and fingers and need. they were falling apart for you. one of them grabbed your hair. the other gripped your wrist, panting.

“keep going,” luka groaned, barely more than a whisper. “presneto, don’t stop,”

you took them deeper, alternating between mouths and hands, messy and breathless. it was almost overwhelming the way austin’s cock twitched against your tongue, how luka’s hand tightened in your hair when your lips stretched around him. you were soaked again just from the way they sounded, the way they looked down at you like you were holy and filthy all at once.

austin’s voice cracked when your mouth wrapped around him fully, head bobbing slow and deep. “fuck, baby. your mouth,” he hissed between his teeth, hips rising, trying not to thrust too hard.

luka’s fingers replaced yours on austin, stroking him while you moved over to suck him off. it was dizzying, how easy they worked in sync. how you let your tongue drag across luka’s slit next, licking up everything he gave you, spit dripping from your chin, his taste hot and heady on your tongue.

you leaned in again, stroking them both together, mouths open just enough to tease, letting their tips brush again, a wet kiss of precum and spit and shared heat. both of them twitched at the contact, and you knew you had them close. your fingers tightened.

“you wanna cum for me?” you whispered, voice wrecked, lips kiss-swollen. “i want both of you. i want it in my mouth.”

their groans overlapped, deep and desperate. you took luka first, sucking him slow and steady while stroking austin, spit running down your wrist. luka cursed in slavic under his breath again, hips stuttering.

“yes, yes, just like that,” he gasped, voice low and hoarse. “i’m gonna-”

his words broke off as he came, hot and thick, spilling over your tongue. you swallowed, barely a breath before turning to austin, lips messy and shining as you kissed the head of his cock, then took him deep again, greedy.

“shit, baby, fuck,” he moaned, head falling back, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulsed hard in your mouth. you didn’t stop. you took all of it, felt his thighs tense around you, his cock jerking with each wave of release, your mouth full and dripping.

when you finally pulled off, breath heaving, lips ruined, they both stared down at you like they didn’t know how to speak. cum still lingered on your tongue, slick shining down your chin, and you smiled.

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• The smirk that means so much more.

Jazz gives you that sideways grin slow, shameless, a little wicked like he already knows what you taste like. 

His eyes drag down your body with no apology at all.

“You look nervous, mama. Why?”

He steps into your space, fingers brushing your hip like he’s claiming territory you haven’t even offered yet.

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• Teasing dominance.

He doesn’t command you he tempts you into obeying. 

A thumb under your chin, a kiss to your jaw, his voice dropping lower.

“Turn around for me…lemme see what’s mine.”

It’s playful. It’s dangerous and it works every time.

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• Neck kisses that melt your spine.

Jazz kisses your throat like it’s a game long, lingering.

He laughs softly when you shiver.

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• Hands that wander.

One hand gripping your waist. 

One sliding to your thigh. 

One hooked in a belt loop so you can’t walk away.

“Don’t run,” he murmurs behind you.

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• The switch flip when you tease back.

The moment you grind against him first or tug the back of his neck?

He groans deep and involuntary.

“Fuck baby”

He loves it. Thrives on it.

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• Brat energy brings out his best.

You roll your eyes?

Jazz’s grin sharpens like you just handed him a challenge.

“Oh, you bold tonight,” he murmurs, dragging your body against his.

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• Thigh worship.

He touches your thighs like he’s memorizing them squeezing, spreading, tracing lines that make your breath catch.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, voice warm against your skin.

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• Aftercare that mixes sweetness and chaos.

He wipes you down gently, kisses your shoulder, pulls you onto his chest.

Then smirks.

“You good, mama? You sure?”

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MASTERLIST

“Austin just had a crazy game winner.”

You smiled, looking up from your phone. “The cute one?”

He even took you to a Lakers game for date night, splurging on courtside tickets. You showed up in a Reaves jersey, all dolled up. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “you trying to get on TV or something?”

You laughed it off. “Just want to look good if I am.”

It wasn’t a lie. Just not the whole truth.

You didn’t actually expect Austin to notice you. Why would he? He was busy being… him. But the way your heart skipped when his eyes flicked toward the crowd, the way you caught yourself hoping—just a little—that he might look again… that should’ve been your first warning.

Still, nothing happened. Not that night.

So when he slid into your Dms after just dropping 50 on Sacramento dome, you just had to respond. You didn’t exactly intend for things to turn out the way they did—but then again, Austin is super hot.

Austin did know about your relationship. He saw it on your IG page and your boyfriend’s, but he shot his shot with you anyway. He had a great shooting night, so maybe a date with a pretty girl like you would go right in too.

You were curled up in bed beside to your boyfriend when it happened,, his breathing slow and even. You were half-scrolling, half-dozing off, when a notification popped up that jolted you awake.

Austin Reaves sent you a message on instagram.

Your stomach did a whole backflip, mixed with butterflies. You sat up slightly, careful not to wake him.

Austin: Hey.

You stared at the screen, for a moment, convinced it had to be a joke, or a fake account, or anything other than what it was, but when you click on his account, it was actually him.

You: Omg hello??

You weren’t exactly sure on what to say so you had to bring up his career night.

You: I just saw you dropped 51!

You: That’s insane! Like srs nuts congrats!

Austin: Oh haha thanks

Austin: appreciate it

You: Of course

Austin: gotta say tho

Austin: you’re really pretty

You: Omg tysmmm

Your face felt warm.

That should’ve been it. A harmless exchange. That you should’ve just shot him down right then and there, you have a boyfriend, after all—but your fingers kept typing across the screen.

And now you were most definitely not going to be sharing your little conversation with Austin, you knew it was wrong, yet you thought to yourself:

We’re not even that serious.

I’m not actually gonna do anything.

You did tell Austin about being in a relationship,but he just said what you already thinking:

Austin: what he ain’t know don’t hurt him

Austin: he doesn’t even know what to with a pretty girl like you

You rolled with it, and that’s how you ended up getting ready in your apartment, while he sat in his car, parked right outside your building, patiently waiting for you to come out.

Just finishing fixing up your makeup, even though you knew it was likely that it’d end up smudged and faded by the end of the night. Setting down your lipgloss as you step back to examine your appearance in the mirror, your outfit wasn’t as dressy as your first date with Austin but you still tried of course.

The plans for your date that was just to hang out at his place, but you already knew what that entailed.

You had slept with Austin after your first date. It was an actual date, he took you out to dinner like the gentleman he is. It was sweet — even considering you were in a relationship, but you didn’t think about that, how could you when Austin was so much better than your boyfriend?

Austin went down on you the night after, and you didn’t even have to ask; he just buried himself in between your legs. Your boyfriend, on the other hand…

But you weren’t thinking about him; you had told him you were going to go stay with one of your friends for the night, and he was none the wiser. What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him, that mantra replaying in your head.

Fiddling with the straps of your top, flipping your hair around, turning to the side to get a good look of your ass, the fabric of your shorts sculpting all the right places.

You weren’t trying to be “easy” or anything, but your lack of a bra said something else, but you excused that fleeting thought.

After one last look in your vanity mirror, you flicked off your lights and grabbed your things, and being sure to grab a jacket on your way out. Slipping the zip up over your body while locking up.

Austin was in his car, humming along to the song playing through his speakers, scrolling on his phone mindlessly, his fingers tapping against his thigh. Waiting patiently for you, occasionally glancing over to the side door of your building to open. And when you finally emerged, he smirks, reaching over to press the button to unlock his doors, taking a look in the sun visor mirror, running a quick hand through his hair and shutting it.

You open his door and swiftly hop in while mumbling a greeting, “Hey.” Then shutting the passenger side door, he smiles and smoothly says, “What took you so long?”

You brush a hand over the freshly moisturized skin of your thigh, the soft smell of your lotion and perfume filling the car. “I was just getting ready.”

He hums in response, not even bothering to be subtle when checking you out, his eyes lingering on the cleavage of your chest, peeking from the unzipped hoodie.

“Getting ready for me?” He smirks, his gaze flicking back to your gorgeous eyes, your makeup glowing in the moody lighting of the streetlights—moonlight and his car.

You grin, and he leans in a bit to grab your chin, your thoughts slipping right out of your brain. Guiding you over the console, his lips catching yours.

Austin's mouth, warm and demanding against yours, his thumb brushing tenderly against your chin, sending shivers down your spine— your breath catching in your throat. His tongue slides into your mouth, a teasing promise of what's to come.

Austin's pulls from yours with a wet pop, moving to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him better access, closing your eyes engrossed in the pleasure of his lips.

Hands roam over your body, gripping your waist, gesturing you to crawl over the console, which you oblige, straddling him.

Returning the favour by kissing his neck and jawline, hands moving to run through his hair, your manicured nails tingling his scalp.

He makes quick work of your zip-up, tossing it to the now empty passenger seat, hands pulling your body flush against his body, fingers exploring your exposed skin, then sneaking under your top.

Just like he had suspected, no bra, a soft breath escaping his mouth with a smile. “No bra?” He mumbles while your plush lips leave kisses along his faint stubble.

You shrug, with a hum, your mouth too busy.

Austin chuckles. His hands slide up your bare back, sending shivers down your spine before cupping the softness of your chest—his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks already hardening.

His voice is rough when he speaks, "Guess that means I don’t have to waste time em’ off." his voice making the heat coil tight between your thighs.

You shut him up, lips capturing his again in a deeper kiss, on hand still under your top while the other moves to palm your ass.

Your brain is fuzzy from it all but you’re still aware that you haven’t even left the parking lot— anyone could just walk right by, like your boyfriend who may just be stopping by to grab something he forgot inside your place. “Shouldn’t we go?” You furrow.

He shrugs, and looks over to the windows of his car, “I got tint, should be fine,” He murmurs, “if you wanna wait we can go…” he draws out, fingers drawing circles on your waist.

You take a quick glance out through the windows, you don’t see anyone, and the idea of having to wait not computing in your head. Even just heading up to your apartment seems like forever, so you settle, plus the thrill of it all is extremely hot.

Shrugging, “I don’t mind,” eyes meeting his “as long as you don’t?” Austin smiles and then immediately collides your lips with his.

Strong hands palming your ass through the thin fabric of your shorts, then smacking the supple skin. “Jus’ like I thought.” He teases—arms reach up slowly, gripping the hem of your top. With a single fluid motion, he pulls it off you, your chest suddenly feels a sudden rush of cool air, a gasp falling from your lips.

He pulls back, examines your tits in the dark lighting, and curses under his breath. You can feel his hardening cock in his sweats right under your lap. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He mumbles, eyes flicking back up to your face, reuniting his lips with yours.

Your fingers coil around the fabric of his sweats, his hands matching yours, slipping to pull your shorts down, the fabric now sitting at the curve of your ass.

He taps your hip, signaling to you to lift up a bit, which you do, his hands pinch your panties along the material of your shorts, slipping them down simultaneously. Now pooling at your knees, and he aids you in lifting up fully to yank it completely off.

The combination of clothing sitting at the carpet, he admires your body, another curse escaping his lips. “You’re so pretty.” He groans, both of your hands now pinching at the fabric of his sweats.

“Yeah?” You whisper softly, while he lifts his hips up, to pull down his sweats, lazily resting at his lower thigh, fingers eagerly pulling at his boxers.

Your minds are only locked in on one thing, too hazy to think about protection. Once you manage to guide his boxers down—the air in the car grows thick with tension as Austin’s cock springs free, heavy and already leaking against his stomach. Your breath hitches at the sight—he’s hard, only for you—and all rational thought goes out the window.

No words are spoken, as his fingers dig into your hips, guiding you down, his cock stretching you open so perfectly that it made his head spin. He could feel every little clench of your cunt around him—fucking perfect.

“Oh my god.” Austin mumbles out, his jaw going slack, his head smacking against the leather headrest.

Your body adjusts to the stretch, breath hitching as you take him in deeper, inch by inch. His grip tightens on your hips when you finally bottom out against him, a low groan tearing from his throat at the sensation of being fully inside you.

The car is thick with heat and heavy breathing now. Austin's hands slide up to cradle either side of your waist as he helps guide each movement. Slow rolls at first until rhythm takes over completely...

His eyes fall open, mesmerized by your breasts jiggling with each bounce on his cock. “Fuck, look at that.” His hand slipping up to your boob, thumb teasing the hard nub.

A soft whine escapes your mouth, eyes pinching shut, all the sensations too overwhelming, your motions falling into a deep rhythm, jaw hung open.

He watches every reaction flicker across your face. A particularly deep thrust has you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. His other hand grips your ass now, urging each movement faster. "That's it... take what's yours."

Your back arches, slapping filling his car as it softly shakes beneath, but you don’t care that people could see his car bouncing, you only think about how good his cock feels inside you. How his tip hits that perfect spot inside you each time, tickling your cervix

A dark glint flashes in his eyes, his hands swiping to hit your soft breasts. “You’re fuckin’ dirty.” You gasp, your hips stutter—pausing for a moment, his other hand slapping your ass.

“Don’t stop, keep going.” His voice is low, which turns you on even more, hips quickly resuming, becoming more sloppy, and fully lifting up just so his tip rests inside, just to slam back down with a shameless moan.

“Yeah— Jus’ like that, you dirty cheater.” He smirks, already gloating in the fact he managed to fuck you 3 times already.

All he had to do was say you were pretty to get you to cheat on your boyfriend, now you’re going dumb on his dick.

His words make your mind burn with a mix of shame and desire. You know this isn't right, but it feels so good. He's got you exactly where he wants you, on his lap, cheating on your boyfriend, and just based off of how you’re a moaning mess… Can’t treat your needs like he can.

The band in your core is building with each second, your thighs burn, and he quickly picks up on your slower pace, starting to thrust up into you, holding your waist tightly.

Your movements pause, letting him take control, your orgasm closer with each kiss to your cervix. “Fuck, m’close.” You groan, tucking your head into his shoulder, forehead pressing into the leather.

His own breathing is ragged now, hot and heavy against your skin. "That's it." He murmurs, the words punctuated with soft, lazy kisses against your neck.

You feel the coil in your belly grow sharply, a moan pulling from your throat. You're so close, lingering right on the edge.

“Cmon baby, you can do it f’me” Austin praises, his thrusts never stuttered for a second, and his endurance was high.

The friction between your bodies was unbearable now, as you near the peak, you have to grip the handlebar on the ceiling for support.

"F-fuck," you stammer out, fingers digging into the plastic, the band suddenly snapping as you clench around him with a silent groan. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your cunt tightening. With a few final strong thrusts, he pulls out.

A hot, thick streak of come spurts onto your soft stomach; he moans out, his nose to the ceiling. His Adam’s apple bobbing with a deep sigh, you look down to see his come drip from your stomach, with fuzzy eyes.

“Fuck.” You whine, settling back down on his thigh, hand falling slack from the handlebar. Wiping the drool from your mouth, as he curses, “shit.”

Eyes moving up to you, “You alright?” He asks with a sigh, you nod lazily, gathering your breath, then glancing around the windows, being brought back to reality.

He catches your gaze and lets out a soft breath, half gasp, half chuckle. “You don’t reckon we can take this up to your place now?” Paired a lazy smirk.

luka didn’t text back. you stayed, finished resetting the towels, replaced the used bands with clean ones, restocked the cabinet out of muscle memory. every sound was louder in the quiet. drawer sliding, the soft rip of plastic wrap, the hum of the vents overhead.

when he finally showed up, it was quiet. no fanfare, no loud steps. just the curtain pulling back with a flick of his fingers and his voice already filling the space. you turned then, just enough to see him. his frame blocked the doorway. tall, shoulders relaxed, hoodie pulled halfway ober his head like he hadn’t decided if he was staying long or just passing through. he looked tired in that post game way. sweat still clung to his collarbone, his cheeks flushed. he pulled the hoodie the rest of the way off and set it down.

“back hurts,” he said simply, not making an effort for any formalities.

“you stretched?”

“some. not enough.” he shrugged. “figured you’d do it better.”

you looked him up and down, head to toe, like you were still deciding whether it was worth your time.

“you gonna talk the whole session?” you asked.

he smiled ,just barely, “only if you do.”

he was already moving, peeling off his shirt like it didn’t matter, folding it lazily and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. you caught the faint bruising along his side, a scrape on his elbow. nothing urgent, an easy massage and stretch would do.

he kicked off his sneakers and nodded toward the table. “same as earlier?”

“down,” you confirmed. “start on your stomach.”

he climbed on without a word. adjusted his arms beneath his head. he didn’t fidget, didn’t move much at all. just breathed slow. deep. like he was settling into something. you snapped on a new pair of gloves. prepped the balm. stepped to the side of the table. his skin was still warm. flushed from the game. his back moved slow under your palm. steady breaths, no flinching. you worked in silence for the first few minutes, pressing along the spine, finding the usual tension.

he didn’t speak. not at first. he just let you work. let you touch. and then, softly, he spoke. “you always this focused?”

“you want me to mess it up?” you replied, not looking at him.

he chuckled, low and lazy. “nah. s’good. you’re serious.”

you didn’t answer. your hands moved down his back, thumb pressing into the top of his hip. he shifted slightly, giving you space.

“lotta pressure there,” you said.

“yeah.” he winced a bit, feeling the knot in his hip become undone slowly.

“normal?”

“don’t like being still.”

“you’re still now.” you said, not snarkly, but quickly.

“only for you.”

you stopped, just for a second. barely noticeable, but he caught it. you knew he did. you moved lower, fingertips brushing the edge of his waistband. part of the job. nothing suggestive. still, his breath changed. just slightly.

“this where you try to break me?” he asked, voice muffled by his folded arms.

“don’t tempt me.”

he turned his head, one eye on you. his grin was lazy, but his gaze wasn’t. “what if i want to?”

you didn’t respond, because your hands were still on him, and your gloves were warm now, and the room had gone too quiet you stepped back, peeled your gloves off slow. “we’re done for tonight.” you stated abruptly, edge in your voice.

luka didn’t move, just kept looking at you, still laid out like he hadn’t just turned the whole room into a challenge.

“you sure?”

you nodded once. he sat up, wiped a hand down his face, and grabbed his shirt.

“you ever let any of them stay late?” he asked, pulling it on.

“no.”

he smiled to himself, like that was all he needed to hear, then he left, quiet as he came in.

the next evening, it was austin waiting for you. he was already in the room when you walked in, already on the table with his hood down. white tank clinging to the slope of his back. legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. the sleeves of his top bunched around his elbows, jaw set like he’d been sitting there thinking. he didn’t look at you right away. but when he did, it was with none of the usual softness.

“you’re late,” he said.

you raised a brow. “i don't work for you. i work for the team.”

he shrugged. “figured you might’ve been.. busy.”

you didn’t answer. but your eyes flicked once before you turned to prep the station. he leaned his head back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. the room stayed quiet for a long beat, the silence didn’t feel the same as it had with luka. it wasn’t patience, it was pressure.

“face down,” you said, snapping on your gloves.

austin sighed but obeyed, rolling over with a grunt and settling onto the table like it was the first time he didn’t want to be touched. your hands started at his shoulders, methodical. the muscle tension said everything his mouth didn’t. he was stiff. his back moved with every breath like he couldn’t get comfortable.

“you sore from the game?” you asked, palms still working at the rough of his skin.

“i’m sore from watchin people act like luka’s the second coming,” he muttered, face in the table. you kept your hands moving. “he played well.”

“so do i.”

you didn’t reply. pressed harder.

“so what’s he got that i don’t?” he asked.

you paused, just for a second. then leaned over, thumb digging into the space just beneath his scapula. “maybe he just shows up." you murmured.

austin tensed under your touch. his voice came lower now, like he wasn’t sure if he was angry or something else.

“you want me to prove something?”

you didn’t look at him, biting away the smirk that was fighting against you. “maybe.”

he shifted, turning his head to the side. his cheek was against the table, eyes catching yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him before, not on the court, not even in the weight room.

“you think he’s better than me.”

you didn’t flinch.

“i think he’s hungry.”

austin sat up suddenly, fists pressing into the table. the movement was sharp, but not threatening. just sudden in the quiet. you stepped back instinctively, but he reached at your wrist with steady fingers.

“i’ve known you longer,” he said, intense eyes locked on yours. “doesn’t mean i won’t compete.”

your pulse jumped, hot and obvious in your neck. he pulled you forward until your hips brushed the edge of the table.

“you want tension?” he asked, voice low. “you want rivalry?”

his hands slid to your waist. not in a demanding way, just a presence to ground you both.

“you wanna play that game?” he breathed heavy, eyes burning. “i’ll win.”

you didn’t say anything. your knees were touching the table now, and he hadn’t even raised his voice.

“you think he wants you more than i do?” he asked, lips close enough that his breath caught your cheek.

you let out a breath you weren't aware you were even holding.

“i think you’re scared he does.”

his grip tightened, you didn’t pull away. then suddenly, he let you go. he laid back down, voice steady as he spoke again.

“you gonna finish the session or just tease?”

the next game was ugly. not scoreboard ugly, it was a blowout win, but aggression ugly. luka and austin barely passed to each other. when they did, it was hard and fast, like punishment. bodies slammed into each other under the rim more than necessary. luka got called for a tech, austin threw a look that could’ve started a war. you watched it all from the bench, expression unreadable, but your nails dug half moons into your clipboard.

afterward, the locker room buzzed with a strange energy. tense, jittery, guys cracking jokes just to fill the air. someone played music too loud, like that would smooth it over. eyes landed on luka on one side of the room, austin on the other. then jaxson spoke,

“damn. one of y’all need to fuck and get it over with.”

there was laughter, nervous and fast. someone snorted. a few players glanced at luka, a few at austin. then all of them, slowly, at you. you didn’t even blink.

“cut it out,” you said flatly. "you know i don't let bullshit slide."

it came out sharper than you meant, like a slap to the room. you didn’t wait for anyone to reply, you just turned your back and grabbed the nearest towel, folding it with a little too much precision. no one said anything else after that, but the tension didn’t leave. it just walked out with them, shoulder by shoulder.

you stayed late. didn’t mean to, but you did. refolded things that didn’t need folding. reorganized the cold packs. turned the lights down low just to let the room feel quiet again. you were bent over the storage drawer when you heard the familiar warmth of his voice.

“you could’ve said something.”

austin was still in his game gear. compression shirt peeled halfway off, hoodie hanging from his fingertips. his face was unreadable. eyes low, mouth drawn in that line he got when he was trying not to say the wrong thing.

“i shut it down,” you said, not taking your hands off of your current task.

“you shut me down.”

he walked in slowly, like his feet weren’t totally sure about it yet.

“you could’ve said anything,” he continued. “you could’ve laughed. made it a joke. defended yourself.”

you turned to face him fully, “you think i owe you that?”

“i think…” he exhaled, voice softening. “i think it looked like you were protecting him.”

“it’s not about luka.” you attempted to brush off, feeling your chest get heavier.

“no,” he said, stepping closer, “but it’s always been about you.”

you didn’t move, standing frozen. your back pressed into the edge of the treatment table. your hands gripped the side of it. he stopped right in front of you, not touching, but close enough that you felt the heat radiating from his skin.

“it didn’t used to feel like this,” he said quietly. “before him, i didn’t have to second guess myself.”

you opened your mouth, then closed it again. you didn’t have anything to give him. not right now. not without making it worse. but then he reached for you and his fingers slid into your hoodie pocket, brushing your knuckles. you didn't fight it.

“you kissed him yet?” he asked.

“no.” you scuffed.

“you going to?”

you didn’t answer.

but your eyes dropped to his lips for a moment, and that was enough. his hand slipped around the back of your neck, gentle but firm. and then his lips were on yours like he meant it. like he wasn’t trying to prove anything but his dedication to you. your body betrayed you fast. your fingers curled in his hoodie. your chest leaned forward before you told it to. his other hand slid to your waist, grounding you in a way that felt both familiar and dangerous. he kissed you slow. and then deeper, like he wanted you to remind you who he was. until his breath hitched, and yours caught, and your hips brushed his like you didn’t mean to.

you broke it first. pulled back, lips still touching but voice quiet.

“this isn’t the place.”

his eyes opened. searching yours with urgency. “then take me somewhere that is.”