Summery: At a party one night, longtime rivals stop fighting over the same girl—and decide to share instead.

Pairings: Zac Torres x Harris Bowers x Female Reader

Word Count: 2k

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Oral F! Receiving, Threesome, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Soft Zac, Dom Harris.

The house was full of smoke and sweat, music loud enough to rattle the goddamn windows. Somebody had spilled beer on the tile, and girls in denim cutoffs were moving off rhythm in the living room, trying to dance like it mattered. It didn’t.

I was leaning against the wall near the kitchen, plastic cup in hand, pretending to listen to someone talk about their bike rebuild when I felt it.

Two sets of eyes.

Zac — jaw locked tight like he was holding back something dangerous.

And Harris. Sitting sideways on the arm of the couch, legs spread, smirk cut across his face like he already knew what was gonna happen tonight.

He didn’t smile at me.

He nodded.

And I felt it down to my knees.

Next thing I knew, they were both in front of me. No words, no smile, no small talk.

Zac leaned in close to my ear. “We need a minute.”

Harris tugged the cup from my hand and passed it off like I wouldn’t be needing it.

My pulse went wild. “You good?”

He raised a brow. “That depends. You gonna come with us?”

I should’ve said something smart. I didn’t.

They walked me through the party like it was nothing. I caught Jackie’s wide eyes from the kitchen. She mouthed, girl, but I was already halfway up the stairs.

My room was small, half-messy, bed barely made. I turned to ask what the hell they were doing — but the door shut behind us with a click and Harris leaned against it, blocking the way out.

Zac stepped up close. Too close.

“Been watchin’ you all night,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on mine. “Tryin’ not to touch you.”

His hand brushed my hip.

Harris came up behind me, hands sliding under my shirt — palms warm and rough as he dragged it up slow. “Don’t act like you didn’t want this.”

My breath hitched. “You two… planned this?”

“No,” Harris murmured, mouth near my ear. “We just got tired of pretendin’ we don’t both want you.”

Zac kissed me then — no warning, just heat and tongue and his hand on my throat. My knees buckled. Harris caught me from behind, one arm around my waist, the other already sliding under the hem of my shorts.

I gasped, mouth falling open between Zac’s kisses.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “This is—”

“Right,” Harris said, dragging his teeth along my neck. “It’s right, baby.”

Zac’s hand slipped under my shirt, slow and reverent. “We’ll go as slow as you need.”

“Or not,” Harris added, already nudging me toward the bed.

My body gave out first. They didn’t give me a second to think. Harris pushed me down on the mattress, and Zac came with me — kissing me again, one knee between my legs, his hand still cradling my face like I was something worth holding onto.

“You wanna stop,” Zac murmured against my lips, “you say so.”

“And if she don’t?” Harris asked, yanking his shirt off in one motion.

Zac’s mouth curved just slightly. “Then we hit the gas.”

Zac was kissing me like he’d waited all year to do it — slow, deep. Every time I pulled away for air, he followed, like he couldn’t stand even a second of space.

Meanwhile, Harris knelt at the foot of the bed and hooked his fingers in my waistband.

“You don’t mind if I take my fuckin’ time, do you?” he asked, voice low, already tugging my shorts and panties down in one smooth drag. “Been thinkin’ about this. ‘Bout you.”

My knees fell open without me meaning to. The way they looked at me — like I was something holy they planned to ruin — had my whole body in flames.

Zac leaned down again, lips brushing my ear. “You okay, baby?”

That voice. That voice. Soft like honey, low like gravel.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

He kissed my collarbone, then lower — unhurried — like he was memorizing every inch. My shirt came off somewhere in the haze. Fingers dragged down my ribs, my stomach, over the curves of my hips.

And then—warm breath.

Harris’s mouth on me.

I gasped — hips twitching — and Zac caught my wrists, holding them gently above my head, watching me come undone under both of them.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Harris—”

“Mhm.” His tongue worked slow, precise, greedy.

Zac kissed my jaw, then my chest, tongue teasing the edge of my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I arched off the bed, my whole body strung tight between them.

“Let her feel it,” Zac whispered against me, looking straight down at Harris. “Don’t make her wait.”

Harris smirked. “You tellin’ me what to do now?”

Zac didn’t blink. “She’s already shaking.”

My thighs were trembling, and I wasn’t even trying to hold it back. I was soaked, wrecked, aching, and Harris hadn’t even fucked me yet.

His fingers slipped inside, thick and deep, curling just right.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned.

Zac kissed me again, holding my jaw steady. “You like that, baby?”

I nodded, breathless, hips chasing every movement. “More.”

“You’ll get more,” Harris muttered, voice rough. “Gonna make you cum on my fingers first. Then you can fall apart on this cock.”

Zac chuckled softly against my skin — sweet and sinful. “Then mine.”

The room spun.

My orgasm hit hard — hips jerking, breath catching in my throat as I cried out into Zac’s shoulder. Harris didn’t stop. Not until I was shaking and twitching and begging under them.

Zac pulled back, watching me with flushed cheeks and stormy eyes. “You still sure, sweetheart?”

“God, yes.”

Harris stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Then get ready.”

He undid his belt slow, smirking.

He drove into me in one hard thrust, stealing the air from my lungs. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, trying to hold on, to ground myself as his hips slammed into mine again and again.

“Fuck, you take me so good,” he groaned, bracing one hand beside my head, the other gripping my thigh. “You love this.”

I cried out, overwhelmed — but then Zac was there.

Right beside me.

His hand slipped into mine, fingers lacing, grounding me. His other hand brushed my cheek, his lips finding my temple, then my jaw, then my mouth.

“You’re okay,” Zac whispered between kisses. “You’re so perfect like this.”

I moaned, caught between the delicious pain of Harris stretching me and the gentle sweetness of Zac kissing me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Zac leaned in closer, lips grazing my ear. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you.”

Harris fucked me hard, hips slapping against mine, his breath ragged against my throat. “Look at you,” he growled. “Fucking made for this.”

Zac was pressing kisses down my neck now, soft lips trailing heat across my collarbone as his hand slipped between my legs, rubbing gentle, slow circles on my clit as Harris filled me over and over.

My whole body arched.

I turned my face to Zac, gasping. “Don’t stop—please—don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he murmured, kissing me again, slower this time. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. His fingers were heaven, his mouth worship.

Harris fucked me hard and fast, chasing his release, building me up higher and higher until I was breaking.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, “I’m—I’m coming—”

Zac whispered against my lips, “Come for us, baby.”

And I did — body shuddering, hips jerking, everything spiraling out all at once. Harris followed, his rhythm turning ragged as he groaned deep, spilling inside me with one final thrust.

My body was still twitching when I felt Zac move. Slow, reverent, fingers ghosting over every oversensitive inch. He was kneeling between my legs now, eyes locked on mine.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" His voice was velvet—low and rough in the quiet room, darker than before.

I nodded, chest still rising and falling, lips parted. "Zac… please."

Harris chuckled softly beside me, his hand stroking my thigh now, warm and possessive. “Didn’t even have to ask nice,” he said, leaning in to kiss my jaw, then my neck. “So desperate already.”

Zac leaned forward, bracing himself on one arm beside my head. “You're perfect like this.” His other hand slid between my legs, fingers dipping into where Harris had just been. I gasped, body clenching.

“So fucking wet,” Zac whispered, his mouth brushing mine. “I’ve wanted you like this since the second I saw you.”

He lined up, nudging gently at my entrance, then slid in with aching slowness. It wasn’t teasing—it was intentional. He watched me the entire time, like he wanted to feel every second of it with me.

The stretch was different with him—not as rough as Harris, but deeper somehow. Fuller. He groaned, low and guttural, like he was holding back everything.

“You feel like heaven,” he murmured, forehead pressing against mine.

Beside me, Harris’s hand moved up, fingers curling around my breast, thumb circling my nipple. His mouth brushed my ear.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he whispered. “Taking him after me. Letting us both ruin you.”

I moaned, caught between them—Zac’s slow, relentless thrusts, Harris’s lips tracing my throat and his hand rolling sweet pressure across my chest.

Zac kept moving, deep and smooth, every roll of his hips sending sparks up my spine. He kissed me—slow, sensual, mouth moving with mine like he wanted to taste every breath I let out.

“You want us both?” Harris asked, lips dragging along my jaw. “You like being our girl?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

Zac growled softly, like that flipped a switch inside him. He thrust harder, still measured, but with more force now—more emotion. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled back to look at me.

“I’m not being gentle because I think you’re soft,” he said, voice fierce and low. “I’m being gentle because I want to make you feel everything.”

I couldn’t answer. I was too lost in the rhythm, in Zac’s perfect, consuming pace, in the heat and pressure building again so fast I could barely breathe. My nails dug into his back, and he groaned, thrusting deeper, filling me completely.

“Come for him,” Harris whispered in my ear, fingers teasing between my legs now, rubbing exactly where I needed it. “Be a good girl and let him feel you fall apart.”

Harris slid two fingers against that sensitive spot, perfectly timed to Zac’s thrusts, drawing every last tremor from me. The pressure was unbearable — perfect. My back arched, hips trembling, breath catching.

“Come for him,” Harris whispered in my ear, voice like smoke.

Zac thrust deeper, a rough sound tearing from his throat as my body clenched around him. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

My orgasm hit like a wave, blinding and brutal — my cry caught between a sob and a scream as my body locked around him. Zac held on, burying his face in my neck.

Harris kissed my shoulder, fingers still teasing, voice warm and wicked. “Goddamn, baby. You look so beautiful right now.”

Zac's lips brushed mine, breath ragged. “You were made for this,” he murmured, still inside me. “Made for us.”

And I believed him. With my body still shaking, their hands still on me, their mouths still murmuring promises against my skin—