Rubbing a hand across your face, you scoffed at the box of cigars clutched tightly in your hands.

Oh my god, this is so fucking stupid.

You had hired the two for a case against your psycho ex and after working with them for a few weeks things got- well, complicated.

Conflicting feelings and thoughts- ohh, the thoughts. The way your cheeks flushed when the warmth rushed to your thighs as you sat across from them at the diner on multiple occasions to exchange information and your mind aimlessly wandered thinking about their dick sizes-

Yeah. Totally normal thoughts.

The three of you grew close; at one point you joined them at the diner not for the case, no, just to talk with them. No investigation, no mentions of your crazy ex, just casual conversation.

Holland sat across the way while Healy now sat next to you, a new and very much welcomed change from the usual seating arrangement. The lingering doubt in the back of your mind that you had any feelings for them suddenly became very clear the moment you playfully hit Healy on the arm as you all laughed together.

Hell, you don't even know what it was that was so funny and hope no one asked because all you put to memory in that moment was the way the three of you genuinely smiled at each other.

You took a moment in the doorway to gather yourself, fidgeting and adjusting the hem of your shirt before finally knocking on the door to the March residence.

"This is crazy; they're gonna think I'M crazy. Maybe they're not home, Yeah, I'll just leave-"  You paced back and forth, talking to yourself like a madwoman.

The moment you thought about spinning on your heels to sprint back to your car, like a blessing- or maybe a curse, you still weren't really sure on how you felt about this- the door opened and you were greeted by the mustachioed man, now donning a warm smile after seeing you.

"Well this is a nice surprise, sugar. Is everything ok? It's pretty late." Holland leaned against the doorway, his concern now very much evident on his face as he scanned your body. He knows just how crazy this ex of yours was and checked for any signs of harm.

" No! I mean, yes! Yes, I'm fine-" No, you're not fine, you were kicking your foot and fumbling over your words like you're talking to a highschool crush-

"I know this is weird, stopping by unannounced and all, but I really can't thank you two enough for helping me with my ex. So here's a little something as a thanks I guess." You shrugged as you offered him the box of cigars and he took it, thanking you as he ushered you inside.

Healy sat over at the kitchen table looking over a pile of scattered papers. He peeked over them and you were greeted with a smile paired with those kind eyes you've come to love so much.

"Darlin', it's our pleasure really. It's what we do." He chimed in with a wink, voice rough from the days' work.

You returned a smile and your thighs clenched tighter together at the roughness of his voice- Fuck, there's those thoughts again.

Holland rushed over and pulled out a seat for you at the table.

"Care to join us for a bit, doll? We, uh, have whiskey or I can get you a water? Cigarette?"

"I'll take you up on that whiskey-" you graciously accept the offer of alcohol, desperately needing a bit of liquid courage right now.

You stifled a laugh as the two of you watch him fumble through the cabinets for a glass.

Apparently, you weren't the only one who was nervous here though and you relaxed a bit at the thought. Holland juggled the glass for a moment before pumping his arm towards the ceiling in celebration.

Healy sighed shaking his head as it dropped.

"I apologize for him on his behalf."

A few drinks and shared laughs later, all of the second guessing, the worries and what-ifs washed away as Healy threw you over his shoulder and whisked you away to the bedroom.

Little did you know they also shared the same feelings for you and it was all coming to a head tonight.

You almost drew blood from how hard you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. Holy shit this was finally happening.

The bed sank as Healy perched up behind you, slotting you between his knees as you knelt on all fours. His calloused hand kneaded the swell of your ass, and your breathing hitched the moment he lightly tapped the tip of his cock at your entrance, running it teasingly along your slick folds.

Your eyes locked on to Holland as he knelt in front of you, gripping your cheek with his fingers digging into each side.

"You like that, huh, babydoll?" Holland searched your eyes, a hint of softness lingering behind the fronted intensity as he looked for any hint of discomfort.

Your eyes fluttered as you shook your head, only humming in response.

"Need you to use your words for us, sweetheart-" Healy pulled away. You whined as you tried to buck back up against him, core now aching and desperate.

Communication. Neither of them wanted to make you uncomfortable or push you in any way and needed to hear your words.

"Mmm f-fuck, yes-" Reaching back, you gripped on to his ass to move him back to where you needed him most. He huffed a laugh and in return, gave your ass a squeeze before continuing.

Holland's eyes wandered over your body, admiring every curve before his attention honed in on Healy rocking slowly back and forth between your folds that were now slick with his precum.

"Fuck, look at you-" Holland's dick twitched at the sight of your slick dripping down your thighs to where it pooled on the sheets and he sighed, trying to compose himself before leveling his eyes with yours just inches away from your face.

You slightly part your lips as an invitation but he held back searching your eyes once again, pausing a moment to give you an out.

The hesitation you had left long ago with the last glass of whiskey you threw back, and you were tired of the games. You wanted them and wanted them now.

Moving past you leaned in close to Holland's ear, lips now grazing his jaw as you spoke- "Are you boys gonna fuck me, or are you just gonna tease me all damn night?"

A sly smile beamed across as he took a long drag and sent a quick nod behind you.

Healy lined himself up at your entrance and pushed only to the tip. You bucked forward with one hand gripping on Holland's shoulder to ground yourself at how fucking good he felt already.

At the same time you opened up to let out a moan, Holland took this golden opportunity to turn his head and exhale into your mouth. It was intoxicating; your mind went blank, eyes now rolling back as you inhaled in desperation from all the pent up feelings, taking in every saccharine vapor that left his lips.

Holland's tongue swept across your bottom lip, feeling the grit of his smoke that stuck to you and his kiss deepened; moaning open-mouthed into each other, noisy and sloppy, as your tongues intertwined in some sort of raunchy tango.

Healy inched slowly, giving you a moment to adjust but Holland on the other hand, had different plans. He cupped your face crashing his lips into yours once again but this time he pushed you back.

Tears swelled into a wave of pleasure as you moaned into Hollands mouth and he smiled as you sat flush against Healy.

"S-shit March, let the lady breathe-" his breathing was ragged as he composed himself from the sudden impact of your ass pressing against him.

You chuckled against Hollands lips at his remark, appreciative of his concern but you obliged, finally breaking the kiss and getting some much needed air.

Jackson Healy. Always a gentleman, even when he's buried 8 inches deep inside you.

Holland groaned in response, pulling away to sit back on the headboard, cock in hand now pumping strenuously as Healy began rolling his hips into you. He wriggled impatiently against the sheets, his breathing grew shaky and you immediately took notice of his thighs when they started to tremble.

"J-jesus, y-you two are killin' me over here- Im-"

Fuck, he was getting close already.

"Holland, s-stop- ohh-"  Your eyes fluttered, voice falling into a gasp as Healy leaned over, wrapping a strong arm around your body, angling himself in a way that reached deeper. His scruff left goosebumps in their wake as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, whispering praises along your skin.

"That's my girl. Breathe, honey-" His voice trailed off as he placed kisses along your pulse point.

The praises, the way his body wrapped yours as his length slid between your walls, Holland whining your name, it was all too much- your arms shook as you tried to steady yourself before finally collapsing.

"Oh my god- Jack- f-fuck-" Your body melted into the sheets in pure bliss and the band in your stomach snapped an your orgasm washed over your body like a river as you clenched, releasing all over him.

He propped your hips up with one arm and placed a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you down to the sheets as he meticulously fucked you through it.

Your head spun, seeing stars as he blissfully stretched your walls, tip kissing that plushy spot just right with each thrust sending you over the edge once again. God, he's going to fucking kill me. Death by dick... Yeah, great, just put that on my headstone.

Holland pumped faster, fingers now slick with his precum as his back arched off the headboard, moaning your name at the sight of you being- quite literally- fucked into the mattress.

"Holland, f-fucking stop-" Any words you muttered were lost on him as you were muffled by the sheets. You didn't want him coming, not yet. Not alone. With a weak hand, you reach behind and tap Healy's arm once.

One tap = take over. An action you vehemently established beforehand for a moment like this where you were left breathless.

"March- pretty lady over here told you to stop." Healy commanded in a low octave that sent shivers down both you and the detective's spine.

Holland was teetering right on the edge and it took every ounce of willpower in him to stop. He threw his head back against the wall, landing promptly with a thud and a sharp inhale rushed through his teeth as he looked at you two with pleading eyes.

"C'mon doll, this is unfa-"

Lifting your head up off the sheets with newfound strength, you meet his gaze through your eyebrows and growl through gritted teeth- "Come- I need you to fucking come on me Holland-"

Yeah, that shut him up real quick. His mouth fell before snaking back up into a grin. 

You tap Healy's arm twice this time, and he stops. You had a plan for Holland but needed to readjust, and like the gentleman he is, he did just that, helping you with care as you readjust to your back. He runs his hands along your thighs before spreading you wider to slot himself better between you and sigh hitches into a low growl as his eyes wondered down, taking in the way his cum dripped out of you, folds now puffy and red, all because of him.

"Here. Now."

You beckon to Holland with one finger and without another word he positioned himself above you, tip directly above your breasts. Much to his surprise, you squeezed your breasts around his length and his head flew back, letting out an almost animalistic growl as Healy began a steady pace, fucking you up into him.

The pillowy warmth around his cock, Healy growling with each thrust, the way you moaned their names- It didn't take long before Holland released his spend across your stomach and collapsed beside you in tears.

"mmfh you too Jack- come for me, baby- "  Your hand grazed along his cheek and you felt his cock twitch between your walls. He quickly pulled out just seconds before releasing over you.

Both men now laid collapsed beside you and you couldn't help but chuff at their ragged breaths as you lay there staring up at the ceiling in a fucked-out daze, chest heaving right along with them.

The mixture of their cum glistened across your body in the low light as Healy looked over at you and his cheeks quickly flushed red, a tad bit embarrassed at the state you were left in.

"Give me a minute sweetheart. I'll uh... I'll get a towel."

Look down, a huff of air escapes your nose at the sight before taking each one of their hands into your own.

Yeah, there were no doubts now, the three of you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Not to say that forty year old science teachers can’t bounce on it. In fact, from where you are, more of them definitely should. It’s one hell of a view you have: sweat drips down between his pectoral muscles in a delightfully lickable line, his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and his head rolls back so that you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he moans.

Yeah, it’s great from down here.

The strap he’s fucking himself on is a girthy six inches, and it’s a pleasure to watch the purple silicone disappear inside him with every thrust. There’s a little nub inside which presses on your clit just right as he goes, inching you closer to your orgasm with every luscious movement of his hips.

Oh, he is stunning. He is goddamn perfect.

“Fuck…” he chokes as the head of your dick hits his prostate and his cock leaks pre onto your stomach in a pearlescent line.

“Uh-huh,” you agree. The two of you are too fucked out to communicate clearly. It’s mostly just noises of appreciation and that’s just fine.

“I’m… I can’t…”

“Can’t what, honey?”

“Can’t keep going…” it’s said almost regretfully, like he wants to stave off his release for as long as possible so he can keep enjoying this. Your hands have been holding his hips so tightly that divots have formed, but you begin to rub comforting circles into his skin with your thumbs.

“Finish for me, handsome, go on.”

“Oh-hh-hh fuck,” he manages, and then suddenly his eyes are open and his gaze fixed solely on you, blue eclipsed with black from his lust. He’s suddenly working double time, his pert ass slapping lewdly against your harness as he speeds up.

Then he says something crazy, because that’s what happens when you’re caught up in a moment where you’re more horny than sensible.

“Put- a- baby- in- me,” he begs, punctuating the gaps between words with bounces. Your eyes go wider than his and your grip turns iron-tight as you start to control his pace, making him go even harder, making your clit get even more pressure.

“Yeah. Yeah Ry, gonna knock you up. Get you pregnant. Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to, ‘cause you’re mine.”

You lock eyes. For a second, both of you are convinced you can actually do it.

Ryland’s cock spurts with so much force it hits both you and him in the face. His shaky aftershocks move the strap just right and you’re pretty sure you flood the mattress when you come.

He collapses onto you, mewling as your cockhead hits his overused prostate. The two of you just lie in a sticky mess for a while as your breathing syncs and calms.

“In hindsight, I know that was a pretty wild thing to say. Sorry for not clearing it with you,” he mutters from where his face is tucked into your neck. You laugh.

“That’s okay, it was hot. I am aware you don’t have a womb though, so carrying a baby would be pretty difficult.”