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Not because he has anything to prove, but solely due to the fact Jake has been waiting for you to give him a chance. Jake had already heard from Samuel about the few drunk slip ups where he got lucky, and ever since then Jake had been waiting for his turn. Even if he had to share you with Samuel this time, it would have to suffice for the time being. 

Your legs are spread, with Jake settled between them; your back in an impossible arch as he holds your hips firmly, pulling you onto his mouth. The first time you cum on his tongue, all you can think about is how quick it happens. The second time he makes you orgasm, you start to feel a little bit dizzy—by the third one, you’re delirious and can barely focus on using your own mouth to suck off Samuel.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” He chuckles bitterly, stroking your hair as he looks down at your trembling body that was still being pleased with Jake’s lips and tongue, but this time with the addition of his long fingers. So selfishly lost in your own bliss, you can’t even formulate a response to Samuel as your moans pour freely from your mouth when you pull away from Samuel once again, your hand quickly jerking off his slick cock; coated in the most obscene amount of your saliva.

“Fuuck—” You gasp out, feeling the pad of Jake’s thumb circling your clit while he eases his fingers into you. Samuel watches—totally just to see the way your body responds, not because he wants to see Jake’s methodology for getting you so delirious— an amused smirk tugs at his lips seeing how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re pathetically writhing against the sheets, rolling your hips against Jake’s fingers as they press into your sweet spot; deliberately pushing yourself to overstimulation because there was just something about Jake’s tender touch that had you fiending for more. 

Samuel lets you have the pleasure of cumming on Jake’s fingers one more time before he’s moving around; the latter looking just as confused as you but still following Samuel’s lead anyway. The two of them exchange a couple hushed words between each other while you lay lithe against the bed. So fucked out and your throat sore from a combination of moaning so much and having Samuel ramming into your esophagus, you can’t find it in you to make any sort of noise of surprise when Jake suddenly lifts you up off the bed. Biceps flexing as he hooks his arms under your knees, you immediately cling on to him for support, your eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“Just focus on me.” Jake tells you gently, leaning to capture your lips in a languid lip lock that has your body going slack in his hold. For a split second, you feel his hard length grazing your inner thigh right before it slips right into the sopping wet hole he just stretched out with his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, your once slack limbs are tensing up as you hold on to him tighter. With Jake kissing you so heatedly and the slick warmth of your walls wrapped around his cock, your senses are too overwhelmed to even think about what’s happening behind you.

You don’t hear the plastic lid of the lube bottle flip open. You don’t hear the loud squelch of the bottle being squeezed as Samuel smears the viscous liquid all over his fingers. And you barely even notice him easing his now lubed up fingers into the puckered rim of your ass. Jake had managed to get you so wet, your arousal seeped out of your pussy and thoroughly coated your other hole. 

As much as the little green monster of jealous whispers nasty thoughts into Samuel’s ear, he does a good job ignoring it. The fact that Jake was getting his sloppy seconds coupled along with the fact you were finally letting him have your other hole was enough to keep his ego comfortably inflated. Taking his spot behind you with his chest pressed up against your back, Samuel retracts his fingers from your ass only to slip his cock inside; a rush of pride coursing through him when you break your kiss with Jake to toss your head back with a breathy moan when he breaches the extremely tight opening. 

The feeling of your ass being stretched open by Samuel’s fat cock should have hurt. Even through your lust riddled mind, you knew that. But when he’s fully embedded inside the cavity, all you feel is a slight discomfort from being filled with not one but two very impressive dicks. Your cheeks flush as you realize that the only way this was able to be a pleasant experience was because of how wet you were.

Now, all that was left for you to figure out was if it was the flair of sensuality Jake approached you with or if it was Samuel’s rough hands that knew exactly how to work your body that had gotten you the most excited. Perhaps you would need a couple more sessions to come to a decisive conclusion.

──★ ˙ ̟GUN AND GOO

At the hands of two sadists with very different attitudes yet share the commonality of finding pleasure in the sight of you totally wrecked beneath them, you should have expected this. 

“Do you really think both of us will fit in here?” Gun asks, his hands spreading apart the globes of your ass to get a better look at your sopping pussy that was greedily slurping up his length with every thrust. Your hole was stretched out around his cock like an elastic band; gripping him tightly and looking like it would snap if anything else tried to overextend it.

“I don’t see why not, she seems nice and tenderized.” Goo responds cheekily as he looks down at your body, on all fours while he occupies your mouth and his raven haired counterpart is rutting into you from behind. “Have you been keeping track of how many times you’ve came already?” He directs his question to you as he momentarily slips his length out of your mouth and awaits your answer.

“Lost count after the fourth time.” You murmur shyly, avoiding Goo’s gaze; already knowing he was gonna make fun of you for it. 

“See? Already so cockdrunk she couldn’t get past the number four! I say we do it.” He laughs, speaking to Gun as if you weren’t even there before slapping the head of his cock against your lips and encouraging you to take him back inside your warm cavern. Swollen lips glossed over with drool encase his length once again, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off; moans rumbling in your throat from the way Gun was simultaneously ramming into you from behind. Mind fogged over, you don’t know how much longer things continue on like this until you feel your walls squeeze around the cock inside you, 

From behind you can hear Gun scoff in amusement before he slips out of you and Goo follows suit, leaving you feeling empty. The emptiness was short lived—much to the contradictory feelings of relief and dismay that muddle your brain. With a bit of repositioning, you find yourself on Gun’s lap, his dick deep in your guts once more as you look down at him with a dazed expression and still trying to make sense of what was happening. He slowly bucks into you as if he was trying to test the waters before you feel another set of hands on your torso, realizing that Goo was now behind you. For someone who didn’t have a serious bone in his body, you didn’t think he would follow through with the dirty idea he suggested to his comrade. 

Gun feels your body tense up the moment Goo taps the head of his cock against your butt and sighs softly, his hands going to cup your cheeks and force you to focus on his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Relax or it’s gonna hurt.” He tells you. It’s meant to be comforting but you perceive an underlying sense of threat. It was hard to tell whether you imagined it or not because you knew both of them definitely got off to you crying. But either way, you still try your hardest to release the tension in your body. 

Slick with lube, Goo’s slippery cock squeezes in against Gun who was already comfortably nestled within you. The fit is tighter than usual and has both of them groaning, fighting the urge to start moving within you immediately. However they weren’t that mean.  They give you as much time as you need to adjust to being totally stuffed like this.  

Once you give them the green light, Gun and Goo move in tandem, the timing of their thrusts perfectly synced with each other as they stuff your pussy with both of their cocks. With both of them inside you at the same time, sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed within your walls are being stimulated at once make the experience more pleasurable than you could have imagined. You’re making a mess on both of them as you lascivious sounds pour from your pretty lips. 

Though Goo isn’t able to see the dumb smile of pure bliss plastered on your face as you’re getting wrecked, he’s convinced that he has the best spot. From the way your ass bounces every time he snaps into you, how your pussy leaves a sticky trail of your juices on him and the way your hole can barely contain the two cocks filling you.

This was truly one of the best ideas he’s had in a while; and Gun would agree.

──★ ˙ ̟WARREN AND ELI

“Why are you using those fingers?” Eli asks critically, his brows furrowing and the hand stroking his length losing speed as he watched Warren ease his middle and index fingers into your pussy. 

“What?” The latter responds, attention currently being held by the way your walls eagerly sucked in the digits; a small purr of content falling from you when he starts to leisurely thrust them in and out of you. Eli sighs softly and moves to kneel between your legs beside Warren, grabbing his wrist before rather aggressively yanking his fingers out. Eli is quick to fill you back up with his own fingers— using the middle and ring— then curling them inside you, immediately pressing into your g-spot and causing a drawn out moan to pour from you. 

“If you do it like this— ” Eli instructs, thrusting his fingers into you with precise yet strong movements that make your thighs quiver and your moans come more frequently and more shrill. Warren watches each flick of Eli’s expert wrist, making mental notes of how easily you become a wreck beneath him but it doesn’t deter him from wrapping his hand around his needy length; idly pumping it as he listens to the wet slapping noises created by Eli’s palm smacking against your sticky snatch. 

“— She cums just like that.” Eli finishes as your back arches off the bed while the most debauched sound of pleasure leaves you. He pulls away from you just as suddenly as he approaches you and once again, Warren is placed in charge of making you cum. 

Utilizing what was just demonstrated before him, Warren dips his fingers back into your still sensitive hole and causes a small mewl to fall from your swollen lips. He repeats the same exact motions Eli had just shown and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm impossibly quick. What catches you by surprise is when Warren places his free hand on your tummy right below your navel, pressing down firmly as his fingers jackhammer in and out of your cunt. A series of whines and squeals escape you as you thrash about but Warren does a good job of keeping you in place until a clear stream of fluid is avulsed from your loins as you squirt all over his fingers; your wetness dripping down his forearms.  

You’re trembling and gasping after the intense finish, your vision blurred by the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“Have you done that?” Warren asks Eli with a smug grin, slowly withdrawing his fingers from you.

“With my fingers? No. With my dick? Plenty of times. Let’s see if you can do the same.” The latter chuckles with a loose shrug, settling beside you and guiding your hand to his cock. Slick with a combination of his spit, your spit, and probably some precum, you waste no time stroking Eli as you try to even out your breathing from the back to back orgasms you were gifted with. 

While you’re busy with that, Warren grabs you by the hips, lifting you up slightly so your butt is flush with his thighs before easing his length into you. The stretch makes you whimper, but your pace doesn’t falter as you continue to pump Eli in your hand. Not too long after, Warren is snapping his hips into yours; each one of your moans fueling him to venture deeper and faster into you. His thick cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could and it has tears of pure elation streaking your face. Throbbing inside of your gushing walls, Warren’s head falls back with a low moan while his fingertips surely leave behind bruises on your hips. The sight of you so selfishly lost in your own euphoria has Eli pulsing in your palm, more of his precum spilling from his tip and allowing you to stroke him faster. But even as the both of you were aware of your impending climaxes looming on the horizon, the look of dark lust clouding Eli’s usually gentle eyes let you know that he was going to get his turn with you very soon.

The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.

But this time was different.

This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.

So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.

Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.

That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.

Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.

"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.

“You…” Samuel breathed out.

“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?

Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.

Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.

“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.

“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.

“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.

A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”

“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.

Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.

Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."

You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.

"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.

Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."

Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.

Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.

He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.

Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again. 

But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.

Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.

It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.

He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.

Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.

“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.

The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.

He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.

This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.

The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.

You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.

“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.

Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.

Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock. 

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.

The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point

You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again. 

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.

“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.

“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.

“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank. 

You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.

You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.

Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.

The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Samuel says a lot of things that aren’t necessarily true if it means he’ll look better—it’s just one factor as to why you’re currently not dating him. So you don’t fret too much over the possibility of seeing him tonight. What does bother you is that his fraternity brother Jake has literally been on your hip all night. The attention from Jake is nice, considering that you’ve always felt attracted to him but it feels just a tad bit wrong for you to mess with two guys from the same frat. Though, in your defense, Samuel kept your relationship under wraps for reasons never fully explained and you were completely ignorant to the fact the two knew each other at all until just a few minutes ago.

“Would you still wanna hook up with me if I told you that I used to have a thing with one of your ‘brothers’?” You ask Jake casually, sipping from the red solo cup filled with the swarthy looking combination of Jager Meister and RedBull. 

He studies your expression for a bit to try and gauge how you were expecting him to respond; but all you give him is a look of indifference with the slightest tinge of curiosity reflecting in your eyes.  

“I guess my answer would depend on who it was.” Jake answers earnestly with a loose shrug, his hand resting on the small of your back and gently drawing you closer to him when one of your sorority sisters comes bolting through the kitchen, looking pale as a ghost with her hand over her mouth. The barely muffled sound of a door slamming open followed by retching and a large volume of liquids being expelled into the porcelain bowl of the toilet fills in the little pause in the conversation.

“I dated Samuel.” You confess with a small, embarrassed laugh, finishing off the rest of your drink. “What do you have to say about that?”

“No way! You’re the reason why he would lock himself in his room with a bunch of soju and listen to sad music? That’s so funny!” Jake howls, keeling over as he clutches his sides; consumed by the fit of laughter as he recalls the month-long depressive episode that consumed his peer. 

Perhaps if Samuel wasn’t known for having a few screws loose, his short temper and ego bringing out the worst in him on a lot of occasions, Jake would have felt more sympathy. Without even needing to hear your side of the story and why things fell through, Jake knew Samuel had been the issue in your relationship; it was just too on brand for him. After hearing the rumors that you were off the market, he never expected that Samuel was the one who got to you before he could— only to fumble.You were just another poor soul enamored by Samuel’s natural magnetism and thought you could fix him. It makes Jake want to feel bad for you but what’s at the forefront of his mind currently is whether or not he wanted to just be a rebound to you. 

“Are you thinking of dating again or what?” Jake questions you, leaning back against the kitchen island as he watches you mix yourself another drink.

“Dating Samuel? I don’t think so. Dating other people is something I’m not against.” You say, pursing your lips before cautiously taking a small sip of the concoction you had brewed. It warms your throat as it travels to your stomach and you can practically taste the hangover it would bring tomorrow because of the high sugar content. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. The sweeter tasting cocktails always go down the hatch easier. 

Before Jake can bring up the topic that had been dancing around in his mind, you speak up again; almost as if his thoughts were loud enough for you to hear.

“Jake, I like you and think you’re sweet but it’s a little too soon for me to start dating already. I’d hate to break your heart because of how damaged I am right now.” You say, trying your best to mask the solemn undertones in your voice with a small laugh and simper. 

“Damn, am I that easy to read?” Jake’s own awkward laugh follows after yours as the two of you continue to chat in the kitchen; your attention being split between maintaining the conversation with the attractive man in front of you and trying to corral the rowdy party guests in your home. 

You can’t recall what you and Jake were talking about because all of the booze you consumed was finally starting to hit you at once. However, you distinctly remember how it felt like time was moving at half speed when your eyes happened to glance down the long corridor between the kitchen and the front door and you saw Samuel finally make his appearance. Of course, the one time you don’t plan on seeing him, he shows up. What else could you expect from a man whose emotions could be used as an example of chaos theory?

Jake’s eyes follow yours and the faintest of smiles tug at the corner of his scarred lips before he leans in to whisper in your ear over all the noise. From that point on it all played out like a stereotypical drama; your gaze shifting back to Jake before your ex could realize you were gawking at him. By the time you catch Samuel’s attention, you and Jake are looking very cozy together. Though it was established between the two of you that there was only a fifty percent chance of you hooking up due to your fragile emotional state and Jake not wanting to take advantage of that, from the eyes of an outsider, it looked very likely that the two of you would end up in the sheets together. 

Especially when Jake makes this suggestion:

“Should we go somewhere quiet since it’s getting a little wild down here?”

Not wanting to risk making a scene and letting everyone at the party know that there was some tension between you and Samuel, you take Jake up on his offer and show him upstairs to your room. 

As expected, when the two of you are alone and away from the chaotic energy of the houseparty happening downstairs, there isn’t any overtly sexual tension between the two of you. It’s more akin to a natural inquisitiveness about one another; as demonstrated by the way Jake wanders around your bedroom and looks at all your knicknacks, asking questions about the things that pique his interest. Even after spending most of the night idly chatting about whatever crosses your minds, there hasn’t been any more awkward pauses in conversation.

The atmosphere in your room eventually starts to feel a little too much like a teen romance movie with the low, warm toned lighting of your bedside lamp barely illuminating your faces. The way the two of you ended up in bed together on top of the sheets, looking at nothing but the imaginary shapes on the ceiling while your minds are swirling with drunk thoughts. You know that if either one of you were to turn and face one another, it would lead to a kiss. And that kiss would eventually lead to more because of how your inhibitions had been drowned out with booze. It’s a perfectly set scene, you just have to play your parts.

That is—unless— a certain scene stealer wasn’t planning on making a cameo. 

From the moment Samuel stepped foot into your sorority’s abode, he expected to see you but seeing his own frat brother flirting with you wasn’t something he could have anticipated. Nor was it something he wanted to see. 

The mere sight of you and Jake standing so close together while you conversed together was enough to tick Samuel off; but when Jake had met eyes with him from across the way with a taunting smirk, it had the male seeing red. Held hostage in a conversation with a few of the board members of your sorority because he can’t afford to make a bad impression at such an important party, Samuel could only watch in horror as Jake whisked you away and up the stairs to your room.   

Peer pressure isn’t something Samuel is prone to falling victim to, but if playing friendly with some important people means he has an opportunity to advance his social standing, so be it. Only after sharing a few rounds of shots, Samuel is able to trail after you and Jake; fully expecting the two of you to be cuddling and doing some post coitus pillow talk. The two of you seemed to be in that sappy shit that Samuel always felt weird about—the puzzle pieces were just all clicking in his mind. 

Samuel knows the way to your bedroom all too well; sneaking down the hall before any of your sorority sisters woke up or escorting you back after you got too wasted at a frat party. He even remembers where you keep your spare bedroom key but luckily for him, your door is unlocked when he reaches to turn the knob. For a split second, he contemplates making a dramatic entrance to match how he currently felt. However, the lack of moaning coming from your room does calm his nerves to some extent. Gently cracking open the door just so he could get a peek inside, the words he happens to catch from your conversation with Jake makes Samuel feel nauseous. 

“You deserve someone who’ll take their time getting to know you. Someone who knows how to please and tease you—” 

Peeking through the door, Samuel is able to get a perfect view of your bed where Jake was closing the gap between you. The meeting of your lips for the first time ever is a rush so exhilarating, it cuts through the alcohol muddling your brain. Kissing with such intensity, Samuel could practically see your thoughts leaving your mind with every swipe of Jake’s lips against yours. A low growl of annoyance rumbles in Samuel’s throat and you seem to catch on to the noise, ready to pull back but Jake’s hands gently cup your jaw, physically stopping you from turning toward the uninvited third party observing the two of you. 

Soft lips that move so smoothly against yours, it’s almost like Jake was made for kissing you. Each smooch fills you with a sense of longing that transcends the desire to just fuck. You could and you would kiss him for hours and hours if it wasn’t for the alcohol ramping up your senses and making you so needy for him. Your skin is buzzing with elation where Jake touches you and your hands are eagerly tugging at Jake’s clothes, demanding that he let you feel more of him only for him to grab hold of your wrists and restrain you.

“What’s the rush, baby? Everyone should be too preoccupied with the party downstairs. No one’s gonna bother us.” Jake whispers against your lips as he briefly breaks the steamy liplock. 

And Jake is right; all of the action is concentrated downstairs. It leaves the hallway so quiet, Samuel can hear Jake’s hushed words to you. He can hear every kiss, every muffled moan; and even the sound of rustling fabric made by Jake slowly seducing you out of your clothes. Neediness and lust paints your mouth as Jake eats up each one of the desperate noises you make. As much as Samuel wants to look away, the expression you wear is something he’s only seen after getting you dumb on his fingers or cock; never has he seen you look this way just from kissing. Intrigued by it, he quietly watches and ignores the nasty feeling of being a peeping tom with his length stirring inside of his pants. 

The passionate lip lock eventually ramps up with Jake devouring you; tongues exchanging booze tinged saliva that messily spills past your lips as Jake gently maneuvers your body around on the bed until you’re laying beneath him. Bodies stuck together like honey, the sweet friction caused by Jake slowly rolling his hips into yours has you wrapping your legs around his waist; in search of more. You’d already been stripped down to your undergarments without even realizing it while Jake was still dressed so the rough fabric of his jean clad shaft on your thinly covered mound has you fussing again.

“Jake,” You whine softly, pushing your hips up against his in a manner that fuels the desire flowing through both of you. “I need you.”

Even the way you say Jake’s name is filled with a different type of wanton lust that makes Samuel’s body burn up as he continues to watch the scene before him. The column of your neck is tainted with kisses and bites left behind by Jake’s lips as he works his way down. Your hips twitch in anticipation when he nears your center, getting close enough for the scent of your arousal to flood his senses. Face hovering right above your clothed cunt, he looks like he’s found the answers to all of life’s greatest mysteries and his satisfaction only becomes more apparent when he slips off the fabric of your panties to reveal your folds glossed with your nectar  

“You’re so gorgeous.” Jake murmurs, his warm breath hitting your skin and making you shiver ever so slightly. 

Spreading apart your lower lips with his index and middle finger, he licks his lips at the sight of your swollen clit, throbbing and begging for his touch before leaning in to taste you for the first time. The tip of his tongue lavs up the little stream of slick dribbling out of your hole and not too long after, he’s greedily slurping you clean. Having no regard for who could possibly hear you, your moans are loud and breathy as your hands grip Jake’s hair to press him against your needy pussy. 

Samuel wants to believe that you’re faking it because of your ridiculous volume but he knows you too well. The moans are genuine and the way your body tenses against the mattress is just one of the telltale signs you were enjoying yourself. It pisses him just thinking about how Jake must be smugly thinking that you’ve never gotten good head in your life. But the reality was, that whenever it was time for you and Samuel to fuck, you were so impatient. Always begging for his cock, even if it was too big for you to take without any prep; a true freak in the sheets who got off on the pain. 

“Jake…” You pant, releasing his hair so you could prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him as he continued to ravage your cunt with his tongue. “I want…”

So predictable. Samuel knew it wouldn’t be long before you were begging for more but the fact that you couldn’t even get the words out makes him laugh softly to himself. Your head turns toward the source of the sound and your jaw falls slack, another moan pouring from your lungs as Jake keeps you preoccupied with his tongue wiggling into your entrance but you do indeed meet eyes with Samuel. Finally realizing that your bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, the crack is wide enough for you to see your ex’s familiar figure and you’re hit by so many different emotions at once, it makes you dizzy. And the way Jake was drawing more of your arousal out of you with every pass of his tongue was not making things any easier for you. 

You can’t piece together the words to tell Jake to stop because Samuel was there but with how hungrily he was licking you, it seems like he wouldn’t slow down in the slightest just because there was a spectator. A surprised yelp pours from your lungs when Jake lifts your hips off the bed, pushing on the back of your thighs until your field of vision is mostly his face pressed into your center. Dipping in closer, his nose presses into your clit and his jaw slackens while he licks fat stripes along your folds. Every part of you is graced by his tongue and the heat is so overwhelming your thighs are damp with a mix of perspiration and your own arousal. Your fingers weaving into his hair, clutching and pulling at the locks only encourages him to keep going despite your hips trying to squirm away from each hungry lash of his tongue. 

Moans escalating in pitch, you’re on the brink of an orgasm. It starts in the tip of your toes and the tingling sensation travels up your legs. The heat burns hotter and brighter as it nears your core until it finally combusts. All it took was Jake giving your swollen nub a few more wet suckles to get you to burst, your arousal glossing his lips before he licks it away with a pleased smirk. 

Laying flat against the mattress again, you take a few moments to just catch your breath and process what happened. But it seems that catching a break wasn’t in your cards for tonight because you hear the unmistakable voice of Samuel as he finally barges into your room, slamming the door behind him. 

“Wow, Jake, we’re such close brothers, you even have the same taste in hookups as me.” Samuel laughs sarcastically, sharp eyes darting back and forth between you and his dear frat brother. “So, how do my leftovers taste?”

“I think you should lower your voice after watching us like a pervert for who knows how long.” You quip back as you sit up in bed, shooting daggers at Samuel that are so cold that even Jake gets a chill upon seeing the malice in your expression. 

Realizing what you had just said, Jake lets out a small snort.

“Did you get too shy to ask to join in? Or are you into watching? I thought that was just something that Jace and Vasco did.” He snickers, earning an annoyed scoff from your ex. “I’m not judging—just wondering why the hell you’re interrupting us right now.”

The chain of events that leads to you having both Jake and Samuel in your bed progresses too fast; your drunk brain can’t keep up. Behind you, Jake is rolling on a condom before pressing his hard cock to your entrance while in front of you, Samuel is grabbing you by the hair and pulling your mouth on to his waiting shaft. If it wasn’t for the ironclad grip Samuel had on your hair, you would have crumpled from the sensation of Jake filling your needy pussy. When your arms waver slightly and you have to catch yourself, you hear Samuel scoff.

“Seriously? We’re just getting started.” He mocks you, bucking his hips forward and filling your mouth with as much of his length he can; the tip tickling the back of your throat and making you sputter. 

Your ex boyfriend literally taking away your breath has your body tensing all over; your walls specifically getting almost unbearably tight around Jake’s length as he was trying to find a pace that would have both of you losing your minds. The grip of your slick hole has his hips stuttering before coming to a halt, the fear of finishing too soon looming just over the horizon. Taking a few moments to acclimate the warm suction of your body, it’s not long before Jake and Samuel are moving in tandem as they take you from both ends.

Jake doesn’t mean to look for too long but seeing how Samuel has your jaw hinged open from how much his girth fills your mouth, he wonders how in the hell were you able to take Samuel in the tight warmth of your pussy? Despite being on the slimmer side compared to his frat brother, it was a tight squeeze for Jake to fit inside you. He knew you were gonna feel good, but he didn’t anticipate for you to feel this amazing even with the rubber preventing him from experiencing all of you. Pushing his hips forward, the entirety of his dick eases into you and you’re wrapped around him tight. 

Normally, Jake was a fairly patient and generous lover; but with how he has your pussy clinging on to him, he can’t hold back. He slowly pulls his hips back until only half of his length remains inside of you then starts to fuck you hard and deep. Relentless thrusts propel your body forward, pushing you into Samuel. 

“Fuck,” He pants, his hand tangled tight in your hair as he bobs your mouth along his shaft. “Such a good cock sucker. I shouldn’t have broken up with you.” Samuel mutters under his breath, basking in the warm heat of your mouth. 

His comment goes unnoticed by you, but Jake definitely hears it and he can’t help but let out an amused scoff. Eyes lifting from your face and over at Jake, Samuel scowls.

“What’s so funny? You have something to say?” He questions the other male, his grip tightening on your hair in annoyance.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just bold of you to assume that Y/N wouldn’t have dumped you first.” Jake comments, his thrusts unfaltering as he continues to push into you. “I think Y/N would end up falling for me no matter what.”

Most would probably find it unsettling to be in a threesome with their ex and new fling in the first place, but to have them start bickering adds an extra level of absurdness. But in this case, with how much pleasure is being delivered to your body at the hands of the two, you’re phasing in and out of the moment. Jake’s intense thrusts have you floating off into the clouds, in your own euphoric high. But Samuel vigorously using your mouth brings you back down to Earth every time he hits your gag reflex; needing to actively stop yourself from choking on his cock. 

“I hate to break it to you, lover boy, but there’s still so much for you to learn about our dear Y/N.” Samuel says, trying to not let himself get too caught up in the heat of your mouth; his palm slapping your cheek to get you to ease up on him. 

Pulling away begrudgingly, you’re still connected to Samuel by a stringy bit of saliva that hangs off your tongue as you pant like a dog; trying to even out your breathing after having his dick occupying your airway. 

“If I were in your place, Y/N would have already came. Just saying.” Samuel states with a pretentious flair of nonchalance. 

He tries so hard to be casual, but the smug attitude he uses to shield his insecurities has become an integral part of his demeanor. As Samuel’s words permeate Jake’s lust-addled mind, his thrusts into you falter slightly;  causing you to needily whine and move your ass back and forth on Jake’s shaft.

“Pfft. Sex isn’t just about the climax, you know.” Jake responds in a snarky manner, seeming unphased by your undulating hips. 

Seeing the trance-like expression on your face while your body seeks out more mind numbing pleasure, Samuel’s jaw clenches in agitation.

“But sex is about pleasing your partner, right?” He quips back. “You don’t know what Y/N likes; but I do.”

Unable to see you cockdrunk on his frat brother’s length any longer, Samuel plucks your body away from Jake as if you weighed nothing. 

“Y/N likes being manhandled like this.” Samuel smirks as he tosses you on to your back. “And she likes it when I take control.” He continues, gripping your thighs roughly and spreading them so he could kneel between your open legs, exposing your pulsating and dripping cunt.

Cheeks flushed, your hands come up to hide your face from Jake. But there was no use; his eyes are fixed on the sight of you so pliant beneath your ex boyfriend. Jake knows you didn’t end things with Samuel on amicable terms yet the way you easily fall back into this submissive role has him second guessing things.

Yanking off his rubber, Jake’s hand wraps around his still throbbing dick as he watches Samuel mount you; the tip nudging your entrance before it’s sinking inside of the tight heat he was once sheathed in.

“Feels so much better having a real man take control, doesn't it?” Samuel taunts, wasting no time to start off a brutal pace as he plunges in and out of your messy pussy.

“Shut up…” You get out between moans, your hands planting themselves on his inked chest, slipping down until your nails are grazing his nipples. “You moan like a bitch whenever I touch you here.” You say breathlessly, toying with the pert buds and feeling his cock jump inside you.

In response to your attitude, Samuel shuts you up by changing the angle of his thrusts. Hiking your legs over his broad shoulders, he pounds into that spot that has you seeing stars. Your mouth falls open in a series of loud open, almost as if the hinge of your jaw had forgotten how to close.

Craving more than just his own touch, Jake gets back into the action, moving closer to you and tapping the tip of his leaking cock on your tongue as it hangs out of your mouth.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Jake's intense gaze as he slides his length past your parted lips. The taste of his precum mingles with the heady scent of sex already thick in the air. You moan around him, the vibrations making Jake groan in response.

Samuel and Jake exchange heated glances over your writhing form, their competitive nature fueling their passionate frenzy. Samuel's thrusts become even more forceful, each one hitting your deepest spots.

"Who's the bitch now?" Samuel growls, his grip tightening on your thighs.

Samuel's relentless pounding has you teetering on the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each thrust. You struggle to focus on pleasuring Jake, your tongue swirling clumsily around his shaft as Samuel hits that perfect spot over and over.

"That's it, take us both," Samuel growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. "Show us what a good little slut you can be."

The degradation sends a jolt straight to your core. You whimper, your walls clenching around Samuel's cock as your orgasm builds. Jake’s brows are pulled together, his attention shifting back and forth between your slobbering mouth suckling his cock and your pussy being brutally fucked raw by Samuel.

Your muffled moans grow more desperate as the pressure builds. Jake's fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he rocks his hips. The dual sensations overwhelm you - Samuel's relentless thrusting and Jake's thick length sliding over your tongue.

"Fuck, she's close," Samuel pants. "I can feel her tightening around me."

Jake groans in response, his grip tightening. "Cum for us, baby. Let go."

Their words push you over the edge. Your body convulses as waves of ecstasy crash over you. Samuel doesn't let up, fucking you through your orgasm as Jake continues using your mouth. The intensity of it all has you trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Jake pulls out of your mouth just to give you a few moments to breathe followed by Samuel unsheathing himself from your sensitive pussy. The action has you whimpering, your walls clenching around nothing; aching to be filled again. The bed beneath you seems to writhe in sympathy with your own movements, the rumpled sheets evidence of the passion that has taken place upon them.

With a sly grin and a flick of his tongue against his teeth, Samuel takes note of the disdainful expression you shoot his way. He turns to Jake, a look of amusement in his eyes.

"Do you have what it takes to finish her off, lover boy?" His words drip with taunting sarcasm.

Eyes drifting to you and your inviting body, Jake gives you a fond smile; only to give Samuel a smug grin when he looks his way.

“I have all night to prove I’m better than you. Try to keep up.” 

maybe you're dreaming of food, cherries and apples - no, maybe you're dreaming of dancing, or reading? no... he doubts that too. ah. your lips part, thighs pressing together.

you must be dreaming of him.

your lover, your sweetheart.

your pervert of a significant other who is slowly pulling your panties down your legs, he parted them a few seconds before. your covered pussy was so cute, however it would look much cuter with his cum dripping out of it. just the thought got him hard.

he flung your panties to the side and rubbed his bulge. he just wants to taste you a little. you hardly ever let him eat you out when you're awake so he just has to do it while you're asleep.

he is hypnotised by your sex.. starring at it until whoops.... is he drooling ?

he licks his lips and settles inbetween your legs. your still fast asleep. he uses his fingers and parts your lips, you're a bit wet. he can make you wetter. he sticks his tongue out and swirls it around your clit. you twitch. your body knows what's happening even if you're knocked out.

he grins, that was not enough to wake you so he continues. he moves closer to you, licking, sucking, fucking your cunt with his tongue. his large hands gripping your thighs, forcing them open as he does what he wanted to do for quite some time.

you taste so good. why didn't you let him do this sooner ? were you embarrassed? you shouldn't be. he adored your body, and he especially adored your pretty cunt.

he moaned as he kissed your pussy, fuck it, he was so overcome with how wonderful it felt, he could no longer hold himself back. making out with your sex as if it were your actual mouth. who knew he could be this addicted ?

he rutted his hips against the bed, aching for some sort of relief from the tension. just eating you out was enough to make him cum his pants. so pathetic really.

"baby?" your voice was laced with confusion and fear.

he widen his eyes and froze. fuck, you weren't supposed to wake up.

Endo is such an ass guy. Watching you when you get dressed in the morning as he's prompted against the headboard his eyes lingering on your body. Watching as your hands pull up the stockings he can't help but to bite his lip hand coming to palm his hardening cock. His tongue poking out from his lips as he takes strides over to you looking down at you with his pretty blues, his large hands coming to cup your ass, ripping the stockings a gasp leaving your lips as he turns you around roughly. Tattooed hands coming to cup the back of your neck and leaning over your frame. Rough thrusts as his hands cup your plush soft skin watching his cock disappear between your folds as your ass ripples against this thrusts. 

Togame loves both your ass and thighs and your dirty ass mouth. You can't tell me he doesnt have some type of oral fixation. He will spend hours between your thighs, grabbing them and pawing at this. Groaning as he eats you out from how good you taste on his tongue. He eats pussy like he's paid to do so, as if it's his last meal. However he will use your body for his own pleasure too, when youve been extra bratty he will just push your thighs together, rutting his hips as his cock slides between them. Grabbing your ass as he does and making sure to leave his hand prints on them. 

Umemiya loves every single inch of our body, it's honestly his favorite pastime to just toy with it. His mouth on your boobs, his hands on your thighs, anytime anywhere. He does not care, he always uses the excuse that it calms him down and that includes during Bofurin meetings where you're sitting in his lap, his cock deep inside your wet cunt. His hands under your shirt as he toys with your sensitive buds. Umemiya does not care if he is making anyone uncomfortable. He's the leader, what are they going to say?

Haruka loves watching your tits bounce when you're coming up to him, face red, ears matching. Hearing your sugary sweet voice makes his knees shake. He can't help it. Suo gave him the idea of asking you for nudes, he wasn't expecting such a reaction when he saw your bare chest on his phone screen. His phone in his hand as he ruts against the pillow he has squished against his cock trying to stimulate what your pussy would feel around his achy cock. Haruka wanted to feel the suffocating warmth from your cunt trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Sending back to you was whimpering audios of your name as he ruined his freshly washed pillowcase. 

Suo was a respectable man, an honest gentleman. There wasn't a single part of you that he didn't love about you. However there was something about your hips when they swayed when you walked. The way his hands wrapped around them when he would pull your body closer to him as his cock rams into you. Taking him with such grace, the beautiful moans that left your swollen and bruised lips was music to his ears. Leaving the handprints on your hips and marks against your neck as a sign of belonging to him serves as a reminder to you later that he belonged to you. 

Sugishita is enamored by you, everything about you he loves. He was confused by his feelings for a while but when he finally figured it out, he understood the bubbles he felt in his stomach dn the wanting of you. So watching you give him a blowjob. Watching your plump lips wrapping around his sensitive cock his hand coming to your hair trying his best not to just shove his cock down your throat. Throwing his head back as he whines, heavy pants leaving his lips. Giving you such a fucked out expression when your eyes lock with his. Licking a stripe up his cock and sucking on the tip Eye staying locked with him as you praise him for being such a good boy only for his load to paint your pretty lips. 

Nirei was flustered by everything you did. You could be degrading to him and he would still say thank you. He didn't believe that he deserved you. He loved the ideas you gave him, the praise you gave him. He loved the sound of your voice. Hearing it through the phone as he can only respond with whimpers and whines as he strokes his cock as you tell him to keep going, overstimulating his pretty cock for you. He will without a second thought. Face flushed and eyes filled with tears as his body was screaming at him no more, with your voice he could cum as many times as you told him too. 

Kiryu loved your eyes and the way they sparkled when he was around. The love he saw in them was solely for him. He loved the eye contact you would give him during conversations, even more when he watched your face contort to pleasure when he first slips inside your needy hole. Filling you up just right. The tears that lined your lashes. The way they would flutter shut when you're so lost in pleasure. As they begged more than the words on your tongue. Watching them roll back as he hits the spongy spot that always sent you over the edge. He loved your eyes.

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