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Entering your humble abode, exhaustion weighed down heavily on your sore shoulders. Your body felt heavy, your arms and legs ached from work, and all you wanted to do was to collapse in your husband's arms and sleep for a hundred years.

Plopping your coat onto the kitchen chair, you shuffled to the fridge like a zombie and opened the door, the cold air greeting you politely. You started your little raid, rummaging for something simple to eat–Like leftovers, that would suffice your appetite. Finally finding a styrofoam to-go box, you dragged it to you and opened it to find your leftovers from last night, when you and Avdol had gone to dinner last night. Perfect.

Grabbing a plate, you plopped your leftovers onto it, put it in the microwave and started the timer. You leaned against the counter top, zoning out for a moment, before you felt warm, strong arms wrap around your waist, “Habibti, welcome home.” Avdol's warm voice greeted you, making you smile and lean into him, “Muhammad…” You hum.

“Long day?” He asked, pulling back to get a better look at you. “Don't you know it.” You let out a soft huff, reaching for the microwave when the alarm went off.

“I could've made you a meal.” He chuckled, watching you detach from him and head for the table, “Nah,” You sat down, fork in hand, “I couldn't wait that long right now, I'm honestly starving.” Avdol nodded, sitting down beside you, “I see. How was your day?”

You two sat for about an hour, just eating and talking–Avdol having grabbed his own leftovers for dinner–before he grabbed your plate and stood up, “Muhammad–” You started, “I'll do the dishes.” He interrupted.

You frowned at him, “But you did them last night, it's my turn.” You stood, “Sit.” He gave you a stern look, making you sit down with a sigh, “I will do the dishes.” He reiterates, and as he said he would, he did them.

You stared at his back, your eyes raking over him as he continued his little task. You let out a low whistle, “You know, you're so sexy when you do those dishes.” Avdol began to dry his hands, smirking at you, “Am I?”

“Yes, you are.” You grinned, standing up, holding your arms out as he approached and wrapped his arms around you once again. You rest your arms around his shoulders, swaying with him. “I love you.” He murmured, his voice full of adoration, “Love you too.” You smiled up at him, before leaning in and kissing him.

His lips are warm against yours as he took the lead naturally, his hand cupping the back of your head as he tilted his own, deepening the kiss. You sighed through your nose and melted against him, enjoying the small moment of affection between you two.

He pulled back, his hand rubbing up and down your back, “You're tense, habibti. Why don't we help you unwind… How does a shower sound?”

You grinned, “Wonderful, actually. You're gonna join me, right?” He nodded, “Yes, unless you say otherwise.”

You pull away, grabbing his arm, “I would never object as long as it's you.” You tugged him along, disappearing into the bathroom together.

Avdol started the shower for the both of you as you busied yourself with stripping off all your clothes. When you finished, you turned and approached him from behind, your hands sneaking under his shirt, “Need any help with this?” You purred, hands trailing along his toned abdomen. Avdol took in a sharp breath, obviously flustered, before glancing over his shoulder at you, “Eager to undress me already?” He chuckled, raising his arm to allow you to slip off his shirt.

You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, causing a shiver to run down his spine, before he turned to you quickly and crashed his lips into yours, hungrier this time. You let out a muffled moan, kissing him back, arching into his touch as his hands trace your body.

He pulls away once more, his hand cupping your breast and gently massaging it. “You make it hard to control myself.” He admits, his eyes boring into yours. “Maybe I don't want you to.” You gave him a playful grin, before letting out a yelp when he scoops you up and brings you into the shower, “Muhammad! Your pants!” You laughed.

He chuckled with you and set you down on the cool tiles. You glanced down, noticing a tent growing, “This for me?” You ask, having that cheeky little grin grow across your lips. “Don't know who else it would be for.” He smirked, before unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers along with it.

You stared down his half-hard cock, feeling a needy throb between your thighs. “Turn around.” He said, stepping closer. He grabbed a wash cloth, adding soap to it and rubbed it along your body, massaging at your aching muscles. You let out a relieved moan, relaxing as he washed you up.

Your soft moans weren't exactly helping with his hard-on, his length now having stiffened. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder and let out a shaky sigh, “You sound so beautiful… Please, can I make you feel good?” He asked, almost hesitant to ask. “Yes… Please.” You sighed, taking the rag from him and setting it to the side, knowing there wasn't any need for it anymore.

His hands caressed your body, starting with your breasts. You pressed your back into his chest, leaning your head back as his warm, calloused hands massaged your breasts, his palms rubbing against your sensitive buds, “Muhammad…” You let out a breathy sigh, closing your eyes as he pressed kisses along the side of your neck.

A soft yelp left you when his hand pinched your nipple, your body jolting from the sudden pleasure. Then he rubbed it, as if quietly apologizing, “So sensitive, my dear.” He hummed, teasing you. “Hush…” You grew flustered, before grabbing his one hand, “Lower… Please?”

“Your wish is my command.” He whispered, his hand gliding down your body, your heart jumping in your chest as his hand caressed your mound. You caught your lip between your teeth as his hand ducked between your legs, rubbing along your vulva. “Don't tease me.” You whined quietly, “Touch me already–” A gasp left you as his fingers parted your folds. He chuckled lowly, allowing his fingers to rub along your slit before finally settling on your needy clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

“Is that better?” He asked, watching your face with a smirk. “Much better.” You said shakily, rocking your hips into his circling fingers. “Please, finger me?” You asked, spreading your legs further apart, “Need you inside me…”

You arched your back slightly as one finger first entered your wet channel, a soft gasp leaving you. “Yes–Muhammad..!” You moan, hands scrambling to find purchase on the opposite wall. Then, he added a second finger, “Ah!” Your hips jolted, feeling a little fuller now with two of his thick fingers moved inside of you.

“Muhammad! Ah, harder!” His palm brushed against your clit, each time his fingers sinking deeper inside your cunt, each thrust getting closer and closer to that sweet spot inside you–Then he curled his fingers, stroking that spot that had you clenching tightly around his fingers. “Shit.” He chuckled, “Looks like I found it.”

Your eyes rolled back as he quickened the pace of his thrusting fingers, “Muhammad, please–I'm gonna cum!” You panted out, your vision blurring. Avdol leaned in, his breath warm and heavy on your ear, “Cum for me then, habibti…” He murmured, curling and scissoring his fingers. Your body shivered as you let out a choked out moan, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Avdol's fingers worked you through your orgasm and stilled its pace once you came down from your high. He slipped his fingers out with an embarrassing squelch, licking them clean, never being one to waste a good meal.

“You look a lot more relaxed now.” He leaned in, softly cleaning your cheek, “I'm assuming you feel better?” You let out a soft laugh and nodded, “Yeah. Much better actually, thank you.” Your body was relaxed more now than it was earlier, and you were basking in the afterglow as Avdol grabbed the rag again and began to clean you.

Your lip jutted out in a pout as looked over your shoulder at him, “What about you?” He softly tsked, “This isn't about me. I just wanted to help you relax.”

You huffed softly at him, “Our dick says differently.” You say, eyeing his hardened length that hovered by the back of your thigh. A surprised laugh bubbled from his chest as he gave you a look of bewilderment, “OUR??” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his laughter muffled, “You really are too much.”

You grinned, “Well, it is OUR dick. You are mine, therefore, so is your dick. And so, I want to help you with this.” You reached back, your hand wrapping around his shaft, giving it a few shallow pumps. A groan left his lips, and you could feel his eyes fluttering closed, his eyelashes tickling your skin. “Fine…” He breathed out, his hands moving to your thighs, “But I want to use these if you're gonna help me.”

You bit your lip playfully, “Alright~ Deal.” You hum, spreading your thighs apart. He let out an amused huff, before positioning himself behind you, his cock sliding between your thighs. “Squeeze your thighs for me, habibti.” He whispered, his voice dropped to a breathy husk, which you quickly did as you were told.

A groan left him, feeling your warm, slick thighs wrap around his length. He gently grasped your chin and turned your head to look at him, “You're so beautiful.” He whispered, his hips starting with slow thrusts. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, rubbing your thighs together to give him more friction.

His grunts and quiet, needy noises, were muffled against your lips as he began to pick up the pace with his hips, resulting in the sound of skin slapping against skin filling in with the sound of the shower. You reached back behind him, a hand grasping at his back thigh, encouraging him to go faster.

He broke from this kiss, panting heavily with you as he continued to use your thighs, and you couldn't help but glance down, watching the erotic sight. His shaft kept pushing through your thighs and pulling back til the tip was the only visible thing, before pushing back through them. You bit your lip harder this time, your clit throbbing as you looked back at his face.

His eyes were closed and brows furrowed, face flushed a deep reddish color as his pace became more erratic. “Ngh–I love you.” He panted out, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He moaned out. “You're so beautiful, Muhammad.” You murmured, grasping the back of his head, and crashing your lips into his, sending him over the edge.

His hips stuttered, before slamming into the back of your ass and thighs, cum coming out in spurts, coating your thighs and the tile in his seed. He pulled away from you, gasping for air as he came down from his own high. “That was amazing.” He chuckled, “Agreed.” You laughed with him, before the two of you, albeit unwillingly, separated.

Avdol let out a blissful sigh, “Can I wash you now?” He asked, a playful smile on his face. “Yeah, let's actually finish getting washed… I'm ready to go to bed.”

After you finish with the shower, you both dry off, changing into your favorite pair of comfy pajamas. After changing into something comfortable, you both end up crashing into bed together, deciding to retire for the night, and have probably one of the best sleeps you've had in a long time.

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She sits you in the ground without being very careful and you brace yourself instantly, hugging your wet clothes while trembling. Your lips are chipped and your eyes are dry, you can’t see very clearly except the worried expressions of your partners kneeling in front of you. 

“We have to get you out of those clothes, do you hear me?” Diego says, voice a bit louder than usual.

You mumble something back, words all jumbled up like your brain is swimming in cold water. “Don’t… don’t worry…” It comes out weak and slurred. 

Your fingers are too stiff to fight when Hot Pants starts peeling the soaked fabric from your shoulders. Diego is right there too, his hands quick and rough as he tugs your shirt over your head. You shiver harder when the air hits your bare skin, curling into yourself on the tent floor.

They wrap you in every blanket they have, layers and layers that smell like dust and them. For a minute it feels better. Then it doesn’t. The shaking gets worse, deep down in your bones, teeth chattering so loud you can barely hear yourself think.

Diego curses under his breath. “Blankets aren’t enough. She needs skin to skin contact.”

Your foggy mind catches the words and you try to shake your head. “N-no, it’s fine… really.” 

The protest sounds pathetic even to your own ears. They don’t listen anyway. Hot Pants is already shrugging off her top and kicking her pants aside. Diego pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, exposing the lean muscle underneath, then his trousers follow. You catch flashes of skin and your cheeks burn even though the rest of you is freezing.

Hot Pants slides in front of you, pressing her bare chest right against yours. Her skin is so warm it almost hurts at first. Diego slips behind you, his body molding to your back, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you tighter between them. Naked. All three of you. Their heat sinks into your chilled body, spreading slow and deep.

You whimper, mumbling half-formed words against Hot Pants’ collarbone. “Y-you don’t have to…”

“Shut up,” Diego growls softly near your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

His chest is solid against your spine, one leg hooking over yours to keep you locked in place. Hot Pants’ hands rub slow circles on your sides, her breasts soft and warm where they press into you. The contact is everywhere. Skin sliding on skin, their heartbeats thumping steady against your own racing one.

The shivering starts to ease, but something else builds instead. A heated tension curls low in your belly. Diego’s fingers flex on your hip, possessive, while Hot Pants’ thigh slips between yours for better contact. You can feel every inch of them, the way their bodies fit perfectly around yours, bare and close and way too intimate. Your breath hitches when Diego’s lips brush the back of your shoulder, not quite a kiss but close enough to make your pulse jump.

“Better?” Hot Pants whispers, her pink hair tickling your cheek.

You nod weakly, trapped in the delicious heat between them. You end up falling asleep like that, the feeling of them so close and so warm makes your lower belly feel funny, but you decide to ignore it because, well, you’re literally dying. 

The next morning, they’re still in that exact position, Hot Pants with her breasts pressed very close to your face and Diego’s arms moved from your stomach to the underside of your boobs. There’s no place in your skin where you aren’t being touched by them and it’s making you excruciatingly wet. 

You never planned to feel aroused by your partners but in this position, how could you not? They’re naked and they’re strong. Last night you were too busy surviving to think about how you can feel the length of Diego pressing in your ass and Hot Pants’ knee too close to your bare cunt. You breathe out slowly, careful to not wake them up.

Hot Pants stirs right after you, her pink hair messy and her eyes fluttering open. She looks at you for a long second then smirks at you. “Morning,” she whispers, voice rough with sleep. “You stopped shivering.”

You swallow hard. “Yeah… I feel better. But your hands are kind of everywhere.”

She doesn’t pull away, her hand travels all over your side until it reaches your hip. “Complaining?” Her gaze drops lower in your body, sensing exactly how worked up you are. 

You shake your head whispering, “Not at all.” 

The tension from last night never really went away. It just waited until morning to flare up hotter. Without thinking too much, you lean in and kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm, surprised for half a second before she kisses you back. It starts gentle, but quickly turns deeper, a little desperate. You taste sleep and something sweet on her tongue as her hand slides down your side, gripping your hip to pull you closer. A quiet moan vibrates between you when her thigh presses firmer between your legs, right against your wetness.

You’re so lost in it that you barely notice Diego waking up behind you until his body tenses and his voice comes out husky and amused.

“Well, what do we have here?” he says, lips brushing the back of your neck. His hand moves from your stomach up to cup your breast fully, thumb teasing over your nipple. “Starting without me? Greedy girls.”

Hot Pants breaks the kiss just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, breathing a little faster. “She woke up like this. All hot and needy already.”

Diego chuckles against your skin, pressing his hardening length against your ass as he shifts closer. “Can’t blame her. Not after being squeezed between us all night.” His fingers pinch lightly, making you gasp. “You want both of us, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you nod, dizzy and overwhelmed. “If you want me too.”

Hot Pants huffs a laugh and she quickly manhandles you so you’re half on top of her, back pressed to her chest (gosh, you can even feel her hardened nipples). She keeps you pinned with an arm around your stomach while using her other hand to open your legs and see how wet you are. 

“Diego, you have to feel this. She’s soaked,” she comments, running her fingers through your folds, making you squirm. 

The blond positions himself between you and Hot Pant’s tangled legs, kneeling close to your pussy so he can also feel your wetness. He gathers it with his fingers before taking them to his mouth, making you gasp. “Diego!” 

“You’re right, Hot Pants, she’s soaked,” he says before making eye contact with you. “Aren’t you embarrassed to be this soaked?”

You blink, your body full of sensations. Hot Pants hasn’t stopped toying lightly with your clit and Diego keeps your knees apart while you can perfectly see his erect cock. 

“I… I um, I don’t know. A bit, I guess…” you pout, looking away to hide the warmth of your cheeks.

Hot Pants chuckles softly behind you. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, silly girl.” She circles your little faster, enough to make your hips twitch. Diego leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your inner knee, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. 

“Poor thing,” Diego murmurs. “Now you’re shaking for a whole different reason. Cute.”

His hands slide up your body, cupping your tits and squeezing them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. He plays with them like he has all the time in the world, rolling and pinching them, laughing when you whine just from that. 

You try to say something back, maybe tell them to stop mocking you, but Hot Pants chooses that moment to push her wet fingers past your lips.

“Suck,” she whispers, firm enough that you do it without thinking. Your tongue swirls around her digits as she slowly fucks your mouth with them, your head is spinning and you’re dizzy, every thought you have flies away with one of their touches. 

Diego watches with hungry eyes, pumping his cock with his hand. “Have you ever had a dick inside you before?” he asks, kneading one of your tits while he lines himself up against your entrance. 

You nod quickly as you mumble around Hot Pant’s fingers. “Yeah, but please be gentle.”

He softens at that. “I will, darling. Relax for me now.” Diego pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open with a groan. 

He’s thick, filling you so perfectly that your eyes flutter shut. Hot Pants keeps her fingers in your mouth, stroking your tongue while she kisses the side of your neck. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Diego breathes out, starting to move in gentle thrusts with his hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. 

“Di-Dieg—mmph!” You try to talk, try to moan their names or say how full you feel, but every thrust makes the words melt away. Diego fucks you so good, steady and deep, hitting that spot inside that makes sparks shoot up your spine. Hot Pants’ fingers push deeper into your mouth, muffling every sound until all you can do is whimper and drool around them.

“Aw, look at her,” Hot Pants says fondly. “Trying so hard to speak but you’re fucking her dumb already.”

Diego laughs softly and leans down to kiss you around Hot Pants’ fingers, messy and heated. “That’s it, you look stunning right now. W-want me to go harder?” 

You nod fast and enthusiastically, body burning between them, brain fuzzy with pleasure. All you can do is moan and tremble, lost in the feeling of being stuffed and touched and teased.

“Can’t even talk anymore, mhm? Are you our dumb girl?” Hot Pants asks close to your ear, waiting for you to not answer. 

And you really try to, but everything that comes out of your mouth are wet whimpers around her fingers. Your eyes are glassy as Diego’s drag of his cock against your walls makes your thighs shake. 

“She’s our favourite dumb girl, right?” Diego teases with a soft laugh, leaning down to bite your collarbone. “So fucking cute.”

You whine loud and broken, hips twitching uselessly as they play with you. Your mind is empty except for the feeling of being full, touched everywhere, completely surrounded by their warm skin and low voices. Hot Pants pulls her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and uses them to rub your clit faster.

“‘M! ‘M!” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks as you feel your orgasm closer. 

“C’mon, pretty,” she coos. “Let us see how loud you can get.”

Diego picks up the pace just a little, still gentle but hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your mouth falls open and you cum hard, loud and whiny and so needy it almost embarrasses you. Your pussy clenches tight around his cock, slick and pulsing while you cry out again and again, voice cracking with every wave of pleasure.

Diego’s breathing gets rougher, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm. “Fuck, I’m close…”

Hot Pants smirks and reaches down to stroke your stomach gently. “Pull out and cum on her stomach and tits.”

Diego groans at the words, pulling out just in time. Hot Pants holds you open for him while he strokes himself fast. Thick ropes of cum land across your belly and breasts in warm spurts, painting your skin as you whimper softly at the sight. You look so wrecked and pretty like that, chest heaving, body marked by both of them.

Hot Pants hums in approval and runs her fingers through the mess, spreading it a little over your tits while Diego catches his breath, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“So pretty,” Diego whispers and now he’s the one who gathers his own cum in his fingers, tapping your mouth so you can taste it. 

“Mmh! Mmph!” He’s salty but somehow tasty in a fucked up way, you lick his fingers clean, rolling your eyes back until he pulls them out.

Diego leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, then your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Took us perfectly.”

You try to answer but only manage a shy little sound. Hot Pants laughs gently behind you and pulls you closer against her chest. “Still too dumb to talk. We really wore her out.”

Hot Pants kisses the top of your head while he cleans your stomach and breasts, whispering little praises the whole time. “Such a sweet girl. Saving us yesterday, letting us take care of you today. You’re ours now, you know that?”

You nod and finally find your voice, even if it’s quiet. “Mhm yes, I want to be yours.”

you sigh, equal parts amused and a little concerned by his indulgence in burglary. "what caught your eye this time?" you ask, lifting your gaze to look at him.

giorno smiles at that, a small lift to the corners of his mouth that just screamed of mischief. instead of answering directly, he held his hand out, a silent request for yours. you lift a brow, but follow along.

upon placing yours on top of his, his free hand—which was holding the stolen item—slipped a silver ring onto your middle finger, his movements smooth and unhurried, feather-light and almost barely-there. no wonder she didn't even feel when he took it from her own fingers.

"reminded me of you," he says, spoken as though that was enough reason to steal it. his seaglass-colored eyes remain on your hand, staring at the way the silver band fit right in on the collection of shining jewelry already adorning your digits. giorno's thumb brushed against your knuckles, giving your hand a squeeze.

his voice must be a putting spells on you, with the way his soft-spoken words were enough for you to turn a blind eye, once again, to his kleptomaniac behavior. seeing him look at you with expectant fondness—not unlike a penguin attempting to court another with a pebble—you exhale, knowing you're badly in love. "thanks, giorno."

there's a glimmer in his eyes as he hears your response, beaming like sunlight you have long since associated with the boy named giorno giovanna. that expression of satisfaction is a sight you wish to see often. a sight that warms you all over and makes your heart beat a little harder. you'd gladly indulge in his stolen gifts, you pondered, so long as it meant he'll be happy like that.

he presses his lips to the back of your hand, the faintest of roses flushing his cheeks. he gives your hand one more squeeze before dropping them to the side, lacing your fingers together. "anything for you, amore mio."

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