#fm93

you didn't realize just how much the end of the offseason would affect you. or affect whatever it was that you had going on with fraser, macklin, and connor. it was casual, but you didn't exactly want to let go of it.

they're currently at your house again. but not for you, this time. they're actually here to hang out with your brother instead of here to sneak around with you behind his back.

it's their last full weekend here, so your brother decided they might as well go out to dinner and make the most of it before they all go their separate ways across the continent again.

'hey, y/n, you wanna come?' your brother asked you. he didn't want you here by yourself.

you didn't bother to look up from your phone. 'no.' you said. you didn't try to be nice about it.

'why not?' macklin asked. that kind of hurt. you don't wanna hang out with them?

you looked up, glaring at the three of them (which your brother missed). 'you think i wanna voluntarily hang out with you guys?' you snarked.

oh, shit. you can already tell by the look that came across fraser's face that he's not happy with what you just said. connor looks worse, though. more furious.

'fine. be a bitch and stay here then. we don't care.' he said, leading the way out the door.

macklin shot you a semi hurt look as him and fraser followed connor out. did you really think that? or were you just mad at them for something that they didn't know what they did? he thought things were going well for you guys.

'seriously? you didn't have to act like that. i thought you guys were starting to get along.' your brother said, shooting you a disappointed look as he also headed out.

'yeah, well, you thought wrong.' you grumbled under your breath as the door slammed shut behind them all.

you just about jumped out of your skin when your bedroom door just about flew off its hinges as connor threw it open as him, fraser, and macklin walked in. they're back.

connor wasted no time. 'flip over.' he ordered you.

a pit formed in your lower stomach; both from fear and from arousal. he's mad. but you kind of like him like this. it's turning you on.

you placed your phone to the side and flipped over onto your stomach. connor settled behind you on the bed, grabbing the waistband of both your shorts and your panties and ripping them down off your legs and ankles.

you didn't even register him pulling his cock out and plunging into you like a bullet. you cried out, hand automatically coming up to cover your mouth. your brother is home.

fraser pulled it down off of you, prying your lips open. 'no. you don't get to be quiet.' he told you. 'you didn't have a problem with it earlier.'

you tried to reach out, trying to suck a couple of his fingers into your mouth so that you still have some part of him touching you, but he pulled away, making you whine out.

'no. brats don't get what they want. and you, baby girl, were a major brat.' he told you.

connor started slowly thrusting into you. not enough for what you needed and for how wet you already were. he'd pull all the way out so just his tip was in you, agonizingly slow. and then he'd push back in, inch by inch. still slow so that you'd feel it.

when connor pulled out the next time, fraser gave your ass a harsh slap, skin already reddening up from how hard it was. you cried out again, biting down on your lip. your brother is definitely gonna hear.

fraser gave you another spank as connor gave another thrust. 'you were really mean tonight, baby. we don't like that.' another spank. 'you don't talk to us like that. not when we're the only ones who make you feel this good.' another spank.

'my brother...' you attempted to get out as macklin moved into your eyesight.

'let your brother hear.' connor leaned down to whisper in your ear. 'let him hear how his sister gets treated when she acts like a brat to his friends.'

his whispering made your walls clench around him. but then you felt a hand caressing your cheek. you thought it was going to be fraser. but it was macklin. he still looked upset.

fraser gave your ass another smack as he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at macklin and look him in the eyes. 'you hurt mack's feelings. apologize.'

you looked up, tears already forming on the rims of your eyes, not spilling out yet, even as you cried out when connor hit your g spot inside of you.

'mack... macky, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it.' you whined.

you bounced forward on the sheets as connor gave a particularly hard thrust into you and fraser grabbed a handful of your ass as he pulled your hair back, arching your back.

'show him. show him how sorry you are.' fraser said.

he shared a look with connor before connor spoke up. 'and then i'll fuck this pretty pussy like i mean it.'

you shakily reached up with one hand, trying to use the other one to stabilize yourself on the bed, but to no avail. fraser gave your ass another spank, softer this time, before he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you in position.

'macky... please...' you whined out when you fumbled with macklin's zipper and couldn't get it undone.

you're growing frustrated now, overstimulated. and they can tell. so, macklin helped you out, undoing his zipper and freeing his cock for you.

you wrapped a hand around the base, fingers already tightening as you kitten licked his tip before stretching your lips wide and taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat.

fraser guided macklin's hand to your hair to join his. 'go on, macky. fuck her throat.'

macklin wasted no time in listening to fraser's command. he grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved it into a makeshit ponytail, beggining to roughly thrust his hips towards your face.

you gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat, eyes watering and tears spilling over and running down your face. connor smirked at your reaction. just what they wanted. you look so pretty like this.

he spud up his thrusts. fraser reached down between your thighs, placing the pads of his pointer and middle fingers on your clit, rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves.

you moaned around macklin's cock. his reaction was another tug on your hair and fucking your face faster, pressing your nose into his pelvis and the small tuft of hair that was there as he used your throat.

all of a sudden, you felt empty. connor had pulled out of you and you were roughly pulled off of macklin's cock, making you cough and gag and spit to run everywhere as you tried to breathe.

you were roughly flipped around again so that you were on your back on the sheets, thighs spread wide as connor settled back in between them, your tits bouncing at the movement.

macklin had whimpered when you were pulled off his cock. so, now he was shifting positions so he was on his knees right next to your head, guiding it back to your lips, prying them open.

you took him in as far as you could with this new position, gagging way earlier as his cock opened up your throat. you didn't even have room to swirl your tongue around him. but his grip returned to your hair, moving your head and your mouth for you.

fraser settled on his side next to you, lifting your t shirt up off your chest and exposing your tits to him. he only brushed his thumbs over your nipples gently, and they were already peaked.

'so sensitive.' he whispered, hand finding its spot in between your thighs again, fingers finding your clit.

your thighs instinctively tried to close around his hand; too much stimulation from all ends, but connor moved his grip down from your hips and onto your thighs, tightening his grip and spreading them as far apart as they would go so he could comfortably be slotted in between them.

'shh.' fraser cooed when you moaned around macklin's cock. not to shut you up, just to talk to you.

his thumb circled on your clit as connor thrust into you once again. rough now. not slow. and he can't help but talk to you.

'such a fucking brat.' he groaned out. 'needs us to fuck it out of her.'

you moaned at his dirty words, making macklin cry out at the sensations in sent up through his cock and to the rest of his body.

'that's it.' fraser whispered as he leaned down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he gave that one enough attention before switching and doing the same thing to the other.

his thumb pressed further down on your clit. and when connor pulled back, fraser let two fingers trail down, scooping up some of your arousal and then slipping two fingers inside you next to connor's cock, stretching you out.

you cried against macklin and his hips shook. he couldn't help it. he was spilling down your throat in only a few seconds. you gagged as he pulled out, even though you had swallowed it all down.

he barely gave you time to recover before he was joining fraser at your tits. but instead of sucking on your nipples, he took to biting at and sucking on the skin around them, leaving hickeys and marks all over your breasts. he even trailed some kisses up to your collarbone and your neck, leaving marks that are sure to be noticeable.

the tips of fraser's fingers and connor's cock hit that spongy spot inside of you. you were shaking, convulsing, eyes screwing shut as you let out a load moan that was almost a scream at the pleasure it was giving you. your core tightened. your vision blurred. your body felt like it was on fire.

'come on, baby. give it to me.' connor whispered.

that did you in. your thighs tightened in his hands, pushing against his grip as your orgasm washed over you. your hips shook. and the warm gush you felt between your legs was enough to drench connor's cock and fraser's fingers.

'holy fuck.' macklin whispered, looking down in awe at the fact that you had squirted, nipping at your breast again and soothing the spot with his tongue.

'jesus, baby. didn't know you could do that.' fraser said as connor stroked his cock above you, sending ropes of come onto your stomach.

you whined, hiding your face. that was kind of embarrassing.

'hey, no.' fraser said, pulling your hands away, but you tried to bury your face in the sheets.

macklin pressed a kiss to your neck, soothing another spot with a mark that he'd left.

'baby.' connor said. nothing. 'look at me.'

you looked up, eyes wet with unshed tears now. 'i'm sorry.' you let out. 'i just... i don't like the fact that you're leaving.'

'that's why you were mean to us?' macklin asked. 'y/n.'

'i'm sorry.' you said again, hiccuping.

fraser shifted, pulling you close so you were resting on his chest. he leaned down to kiss your forehead. 'you should've just told us. you didn't have to act like a brat.'

you shook your head. no. you couldn't have. that would've been admitting things out loud before you were ready. you don't even have any of this defined. it's just hooking up.

'we'll make it work.' macklin said, moving so that he was laying on your chest this time. he really wanted it to. 'i promise.'

connor shifted closer now, wrapping his arms around you from behind. he kissed your cheek. 'i know you're scared. i know it's hard. but that doesn't give you the right to act the way you did.'

you glanced at him over your shoulder. 'i'm sorry.' he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

'it's okay, baby. you'll know for next time.' he said.

you smiled to yourself. next time? 'it was kinda hot, though...' you admitted.

'oh, yeah?' fraser asked, running a hand through macklin's hair where he was already almost asleep on top of you.

'mhm.' you said, dragging a fingertip down his chest. 'really hot. might have to continue being a brat if you'll fuck me like that.'