August beams down at you. Well, that's great to hear! You definitely weren’t saying that a few minutes ago. His large, vein-clad hands cup the softness of your breasts. He likes the weight of them...he wonders what they taste like. "Y/n- do you think...can I-?”

You open your heavy lids, looking up at the man drooling at the sight of your bare chest. If you'd known he had a thing for them sooner, you would've teased him somehow, someway already. "Yes, August, you can- ah! Wait a second!"

So, that's what he does. He looks up at you through his lashes, concern and confusion laced in his gaze. Oh, what are you going to do with him? He's so damned precious but so fucking clueless. His lips pop off your slobber-slicked breast and he asks, "Shit, sorry. You okay?" His lips are glistening from his salvia, and his eyes are wide and genuine as he searches for any signs of discomfort your face may display. "I'm being rough. Am I rough?"

Your fingers come down and comb through the blond locs atop his head gently. "Slow down if you can. You can't just dive in like that, they're sensitive."

He nods his head at the information, then his lips are right back on your nipple. His teeth tug and nip the bud until you're a whining, arched bow just for him to pull loose.

Then, the pleasure is gone. It's reminiscent of the drain plug to a tub being slotted into the drain just moments before the last few bits of water can slither down. But, August doesn't realize he just unintentionally ruined your orgasm. "I'm not too bad at that, huh? You're panting like you ran a marathon or somethin',"

Yeah, because I almost came. "Can't help it." You pull him down for a heated kiss. Feeling very impatient and maybe even a little desperate, you reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around the circumfrance of his stiffened cock bobbing between his legs. You have considered yourself to be a bit of a size queen, but August is big and girthy.

August, feeling you lining his tip with the slickness of your fluttering hole, takes it as an invitation to thrust himself inside. All of him. You didn't think it was possoible, really. Well, now you know it is. And you know it hurts like hell, too.

"August- fuck, what did I say about diving in?" You grunt, hands bracing themselves against August's chiseled chest. Your thighs tremble around his, your pussy clenched tight around him as to halt the intrusion for even a moment just so you can adjust.

"You said I can't do that with your boobs!”

His tone is so innocent, genuine.

"Okay, okay. Just, not yet." You roll your hips upward, August doing his part by gently sliding himself out of you.

"Sorry, y/n. I just got excited? I don't know." He pecks your lips softly. "Wanna stop? We can stop if you want. It's fine with me- if you want to, though."

You shake your head, running your hands down his front slowly, then back up to cup his face in your hands. "Stop worrying so much. Go ahead. Try again."

The permission eases him more than he'll admit. August presses his hand flat into the mattress and the other one reaches down to take his leaking cock into it. You feel the warm skin press against your wetness, sliding up and down in a rhytm to get your pulse racing again. Up to your clitoris, then down to your hole over and over until you're pressing your lips against August's just to muffle your soft cries of bliss.

The kiss is sweet, very tender. Maybe even distracting?

You feel August finally thrust forward, then a shock of pain jolts through your lower back and...

No, he did not just- fuck, he did. He really did, and it hurts.

"August-" You gasp, eyes hurriedly beelining down to were you two are connected. "That's not," Your tone is rushed, pained, "August, wrong hole."

"Huh?" So, he looks down too. "Sorry, I'm sorry!" August is quick to pull his fat tip from your puckered rim. One more slip up will really do it for you, he just has the feeling. He has to get his head in the game, and he will! "That's gotta hurt." A tense chuckle leaves his lips. "Okay, I've got you. Relax."

You sigh through your nose. He's lucky you love him, truly. Love is patient, yada, yada. “I’ll put it in. You relax.”

August lets you reach down once more. When the tip of his cock slips into the right hole yet again, a quiet sigh leaves his lips as does one yours. He watches as you slowly and, oh so cautiously feeds his monster of a cock inside of your pussy. It's so slow, so careful- nothing like what he did. You're so stretched by the time half of him is nestled deep inside of you, and August is gripping the blanket so tight in his hand you're worried he'll actually rip it. So, you interlock your fingers with his instead. "Whoa, y/n - heh - you're so damned tight. Feels like you're grippin' me or something."

You throb at the praise, more slick pulsing its way around August's base. "That's better." A soft sigh leaves your mouth. "Stretching my pussy so good, baby. That's where you're supposed to be." You bite down on your lower lip, "I'm okay. I like the feeling."

As your hips roll down onto August, a deep flush races down his neck to his chest. His hands fly down to grab onto your hips, thumbs pressing deep into your flesh. "Y/n, don't," He hisses, abdomen tightening at the feeling of your gushy walls milking his cock. "Fuck- yes, that feels good...too good."

"Show me how good it feels." You tease, even spreading your legs wider for him. "Fuck me."

August pulls your body closer to his pelvis, thighs held tight in his strong hands. His hips pull back, then slam back against yours, an obscenely loud squelch bouncing off the walls of the room. The noise goes straight to his cock. He likes the sound, he wants to hear more.

So, he does just that. He pistons his hips quickly, shallowly thrusting inside of your body that's being so receiving. His tip probes at your cervix with each thrust, but you don't mind.

Sure, August fucks you sloppy and sure, his thrusts aren't one hundred percent percise or coordinated, but when he does get the hang of it every few moments- it is euphoria. The stretch is fucking great, and his hands grip you just right. Give it a few more go's, and your sure August will be more comfortable.

"Mm, y/n," August moans through gritted teeth.

You are pulled from your little cloud of bliss when you feel August's cock twitch inside of you. "August?" You look up at the panting man holding you as if to ground himself, like if he were to let go, he would leviate into midair and never come back down. Wait. "August!"

"Yeah, yeah- I'm - aah- listenin'." He strains against your walls, a breathless groan leaving his mouth as his fingers dig deeper into the skin of your inner thighs.

"Out, pull out." You hurry, sending your knee into August's side. That's the last thing any of you need. "Stilza, I'm not playing with you."

"I am, just," August wants to say so many things but his mind is racing at one thousand miles a second. Instead of saying whatever it is he has to, he is slipping his swollen cock from your hole with a loud moan leaving his lips as he slicks your thigh in what feels like a puddle. Damn, how much did he just cum- and the bastard tried to keep going! You would have been round and pregnant for sure. "Fuck. Oh- I'm sorry. Fuck, that's gross. Uh- I'll get you something!"

You shake your head, reaching over and grabbing whatever piece of fabric is on the bed- his shirt, your panties, you aren't too sure - and wipe your leg instead.

"Did you...feel good?" August asks, cheeks now red with what you can infer is embarrassment. His hand comes up to rub at the nape of his neck, "I'm sorry. I know that was quick. I don't know what happened, It's almost as if...I don't know."

"I felt nice." You say, truth laced in every word. "Did you?"

"Yeah- yes, I did. Did you, y'know," August clears his throat, "Cum?"

With a small shake of your head, August is reddening even more. It's okay, there's always next time. It's not like he maliciously ignored your needs anyway so there's no need to fuss about it. "Next time, okay? I'll even bring some condoms so you don't have to pull out. How's that sound?"

Then, his dark brown eyes light up. There he is. "Really? I mean- that works. That's great, actually. Can we? Tomorrow? If you want!”

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I enjoyed this more than I thought I would, Anon.🤎✨ Stopp, because I’ve developed a soft spot for our guy while writing this!

take some more!! ✨ | divider by: @uzmacchiato

When he returns, he’s got it in for Nesta, who tries to wriggle out of it but you and Cass tag team her, Cassian throwing her over his broad shoulder as you happily follow behind her, skipping contently. You’re relieved he’s under the impression it was Nesta’s idea, and you’re fine to allow him to believe that if it keeps his attention from you.

Whenever Nesta says something to rile you up, Cassian’s hand smacks against her ass, making her flush and bite her lip. Then she’s thrown onto the bed, Cassian ordering you to set that pretty ass down on her. Every time Cassian’s a little mean to her, she nips at your clit, making you whine.

“Come on, Nes. You’ve taken me deeper before, what’s the hold up?” Nip.

“Aw, is your whorish cunt too sensitive from being played with while I was gone?” Nip.

“That’s right, fuckin’ eat her up for me. If she doesn’t come on your tongue, you’re not getting your high either.” Nip.

He does this whenever one of you misbehaves: uses you against each other. If one disobeys, both receive a punishment.

“Cass,” you whimper when her canines again scrape over your sensitive bud, hips flinching. His eyes flick to yours, hot delight boiling in their heated depths, “don’t come crying to me, dove. I thought you and Nes were a team? Good girls stick together.”

Nesta catches on quickly. Quicker than you do, at least, because when you dip you head to whine her name, she nips again, arms latching tighter over your hips as she keeps you locked to her face. Your breath catches as her tongue pushes into you, your hands braced on her sternum as you keen on her tongue. “Nes…” you whine, rolling your hips down.

You’re too preoccupied with your own pleasure to notice the other two have halted, Cassian pressed tight against Nesta’s hips, fully concealed save for the bump in her lower abdomen. “Nes…I’m gonna…” you pant, fingers pressing down as you bite the inside of your lip. You’re unaware of the General’s predatory eyes hunting your every movement. The orgasm blossoms across your skin, heat and pleasure unfurling from within as they lay siege to your body, ravishing you. Your mouth forms a delighted ‘O’, Cassian’s heated gaze marking it hungrily.

Heavy breaths puff from your chest as you come down from your peak. It takes a few seconds for you to drift back to your mind, having been flown so high moments before that the plummet catches you for surprise. Wearily, you peek open your eyes, only to be met with depthless hunger. A small smile tips your features, his own mouth slicing into a feline grin. “I don’t think you asked for that one, did you dove?”

Cassian’s large palm splays across the bump in Nesta’s abdomen, the pressure making her back arch, instinctively lapping at your heat. You suck in a sharp breath, flinching at the sensitivity. “Huh?” You manage, moving to raise your hips from her face but she keeps you pressed against her, tongue beginning to move.

“Look at me,” Cassian drawls, leaning forward, pressing deeper inside Nesta’s cunt. You drag you eyes to his as you piece together what’s about to happen. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, dove. You played an equal part in Nes’ plan.” You tighten on her mouth, trying to push away as she suckles on your clit, nipping. “Nes…” you whimper, pawing at her iron grip.

The male’s hand grips your jaw, tugging you painfully, forcing you to look at him. “Come on, gotta take it. You’re our good girl, aren’t ‘cha?” Through silver lined eyes you nod, bottom lip trembling with apprehension. “Yeah? You’re gonna be good for us?” Cassian repeats, thumb brushing beneath your lashes. You nod, desperate to do anything that’ll get you out of whatever he’s planned.

He smiles, but it’s a not a kind one. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he drawls, mouth brushing your own, “Nes’s gonna let you go.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Too soon. His fingers bite into the soft flesh of your jaw. “Uh-uh, I’m not finished yet, dove.” You swallow, eyes gazing up to his. “We’re gonna have some alone time, just me and Nes.” He says it so reassuringly but you know they’re cunning like that.

“You following?” At the soft taunt, Nesta sucks at your clit, making you jolt, “yes— yes, Sir.” He nods, appreciatively. “I want you to go run yourself a nice bath, yeah? Make yourself a hot meal, read a chapter or two of that book you like? Get yourself all soft and pliable for us.” Your brow dips in confusion, lips parting. That sounds promising. Lovely, even. “Can you do that?”

The tension is already seeping from your body, settling comfortably atop Nesta’s heavenly mouth. You nod eagerly, a contented smile settling over your lips at the prospect of an evening of self-satisfying luxury. Cassian smiles at you, but there’s something off about it. Either way, you aren’t about to complain. You’re definitely being let off the hook far too easily.

“Better hurry along, then.”

You return the smile, leaning upward as you press a thankful kiss to his mouth. It’s warm and soft, until his teeth nip at your lower lip, pulling back slightly to brush words over your mouth. “Every high Nes reaches while you’re gone, is one that’ll be detracted from you.” Then he pulls away, helping you off Nes’ mouth. “What?” You stammer, mind sizzling at his words. The male grins deviously, “better be on your way, huh?” Cassian lands a smack to your ass that sets you in motion as you hurriedly scramble of the bed.

Nesta shoots you a look as you reach the door. Quick. It’s easy to read, and you waste no time in hurrying along to complete your tasks.

“Oh, dove?” Cassian calls, wicked delight soaking his tongue. “If I sense you’ve skipped over any steps, or hurried too much, I’ll send you away for a repeat.”