#mydei.

“Fucking hell—” he growls, biting into the pillow to muffle another whimper.

“You’re dripping,” Phainon hums behind you, voice playful—too calm for a man whose cock is buried deep in your ass, rutting lazily as he leans over your shoulder. His tongue drags along your sweat-slick neck, then his teeth nip. “All that cum you shoved into him… leaking back out around you like he was made to be filled.”

You thrust deeper—rougher. The slick sounds are obscene. Mydei shudders as your cock plunges into him again and again, his thighs trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked from the last time he came.

You’re so full of Phainon you can barely breathe, yet all you want is more. You’re pinned between heat and dominance. Phainon rolls his hips and you feel it everywhere—cockhead grinding into your prostate, breath brushing your ear, hands controlling your body like you’re just another pawn on his board.

“You like being in the middle,” he murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist to grip your leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “So greedy. Fucking him like he’s yours, while your hole’s pulsing on mine like you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you rasp—but you’re shaking.

“You say that,” Phainon grins, slow and cruel, “but your body’s honest.”

He thrusts again—hard—and it knocks the breath out of you. You collapse against Mydei, nails digging into his shoulder as you both moan like whores.

“Gods,” Mydei hisses, “you’re both pathetic. You’re letting him fuck you like he owns you while you pound me like a mutt. And you think I’m the mess?”

You pull out for just a second—and then slam back in, making him scream.

“Say that again,” you growl. “Go ahead. Open your mouth.”

He does—and you shove your fingers in, pushing down on his tongue as he glares up at you, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His cock twitches beneath him, leaking onto the bed.

You twist your fingers against his tongue, slow and deep, and fuck into him harder. Filthy, wet slaps echo with every brutal snap of your hips.

Then you feel Phainon’s cock throb deep inside you—he grunts softly, teeth scraping your neck.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you to milk him first.”

You’re close. Too close. But you obey. You let your body go rigid, hold the orgasm just at the edge, and thrust with brutal control—fast and punishing.

Mydei gasps—then spits your fingers out and snarls, “Fucking fill me, coward.”

And gods, that breaks you.

Your grip slams down on his hips. Your cock pulses and spills inside him in thick, hot bursts—cum shooting deep while you grunt, riding it out, buried to the hilt. You don’t stop. You can’t. You fuck him through your orgasm, rutting into his oversensitive hole while your own is still stuffed with Phainon.

And then he takes over.

Phainon grabs your waist with two hands, hauls your hips back, and fucks into you hard.

You moan—loud, helpless—as he drives his cock deep with relentless rhythm. His cum from earlier is still slick between your thighs, mixing with yours and Mydei’s on the sheets.

Phainon pulls you against him until your back arches and your ass is pressed to his hips—cock buried deep, heat pulsing, grinding against your walls like he’s carving his name inside you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Absolutely ruined between us.”

Mydei shifts under you—cock twitching again. Still hard. Still begging for attention.

“Touch him,” Phainon commands.

You obey.

Your hand wraps around Mydei’s cock, and he growls—“Took you long enough.”

You stroke him fast, mean, almost punishing. He shudders, teeth gritted, jaw tight—and then he explodes, cum shooting up his belly and across the bed in thick, hot pulses. He bites into your wrist—hard—as he convulses beneath you, a final moan dragging from his throat like it’s been ripped out of him.

You let go only when he twitches, panting and dazed.

Phainon gives one final thrust and then groans, hips jerking.

You feel it—feel it—hot ropes of cum flooding your hole, dripping out around him as he stays deep inside, grinding just enough to make you flinch from overstimulation.

Then silence.

Just the sound of breathing, wetness, cum pooling under thighs, and skin against skin.

You collapse across Mydei, your cock still buried in him, Phainon draped over your back like a smug lion.

“You’re heavy,” Mydei mutters, still catching his breath.

“And you’re still full of cum,” you grin.

You’re already soaked in it.

Sweat. Cum. Saliva. Your own, Mydei’s, Phainon’s—indistinguishable at this point. The sheets beneath your knees are ruined, stained with so many loads you’ve lost count. Your thighs ache, your back burns from being bent and fucked open by Phainon over and over, and yet—your cock’s still hard.

Still buried in Mydei’s dripping ass.

He’s not even moaning anymore. Just trembling. Wrung out and twitching, face turned to the side, drool running down his chin as his cock leaks in soft, ruined pulses. He came… twice? Three times? You lost count. So did he. He’s still biting at your wrist where you’d shoved your fingers in his mouth, his teeth marks bruised into your skin like a trophy.

“You’re not done,” Phainon murmurs from behind, voice rich and smooth like warm honey, fingers stroking your spent, overstimulated cock with idle cruelty. “You think you get to stop before I’ve had my fill of you?”

You whimper into Mydei’s neck. “I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still as he pushes his cock back into your raw, abused hole. You both moan. The wet squelch is loud, so fucking loud. He’s already come in you twice—his seed dribbled down your thighs earlier, sticky and white—but now he’s pushing it back in again, like he’s marking his place.

You’re a cocksleeve at this point. A fucked-out, trembling conduit for his control.

“Good boy,” Phainon purrs, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting again, slow and deep. “Feel how messy you are? You’re leaking from both ends. My cum in your ass. Yours inside our little prince here.”

He’s not wrong.

Mydei’s hole is sloppy, glistening with seed every time you shift. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten red, and his body is limp but needy—hips twitching whenever you move inside him.

You groan, grabbing his hips and thrusting shallowly. “You’re gonna take another one.”

“Fuck you,” Mydei mutters, but his voice is wrecked. You feel him clench around your cock again, body trembling with oversensitivity.

“I already am.”

Phainon laughs low, fingers reaching around to toy with your cock again—soft but aching to stay hard. “Let him sit on you. Hold still.”

You obey.

You pull out of Mydei with a wet, obscene slurp—and immediately, Phainon guides him back, lifting the brat’s spent body and lowering him down onto your lap. Onto your soaked, half-hard cock.

Cockwarming.

He whimpers as your tip presses back in, deeper and deeper until his hole’s plugged again, filled with your cock and the cum you left in him earlier. He squirms, legs weak and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Phainon pulls you both back against him. You’re sandwiched now—Mydei in your lap, your cock inside him, and Phainon’s cock still stuffed in you from behind. A filthy daisy chain of heat and ruined pride.

“Don’t move,” Phainon breathes, licking sweat off your temple. “Just feel.”

Your hands slip around Mydei’s chest, holding him up as you feel the tremors start again. His cock jerks—still sensitive, still dripping. He bites his lip.

Phainon’s hand reaches between Mydei’s legs. “No more, deliverer.” Mydei mutters.

“Yes, more,” Phainon says smoothly. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

He jerks Mydei’s cock—slow, steady, cruel—and the brat screams, arching in your lap.

You both groan. You feel it—feel him clenching on your cock again, feel him breaking. He’s crying now, shaking in your arms, and you love it. You rock your hips once—just once—and cum leaks down your thighs from how wet he is inside.

Phainon whispers: “Look how good you’ve made him. Completely ruined.”

You bury your face in Mydei’s neck. “He’s perfect.”

Phainon grins. “Praise him more.”

You kiss the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Mydei moans. Cum pulses from his cock again—dry, weak, but still trying.

Phainon wraps one hand around your jaw and turns your face to him. “Open.”

You do.

He spits into your mouth. Hot. Wet. Tasting of sweat and power. You swallow without flinching.

“My sweet little thing,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’ll stay like this for me, won’t you?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

“You’ll let him cockwarm you—full of cum—and let me keep filling you till it’s leaking out all night.”

You nod. You’re shaking. Your thighs are soaked. You don’t even know whose cum is where anymore.

He nips your lower lip. “That’s my boy.”

And then he moves—fast.

Phainon fucks you hard, jostling Mydei in your lap. You both moan, helpless, fucked full and ragged. His hand is on your throat again, not choking—just claiming. His other hand smacks Mydei’s thigh.

“Such good boys,” he moans. “You belong to me now.”

And when he cums—again—it’s brutal. He stays buried in you, hips tight against yours as he pumps another messy load inside, moaning softly like the satisfaction is spiritual. You feel it drip down your legs, mixing with the flood between Mydei’s thighs.

The room smells like sin.

You stay like that—Mydei twitching in your lap, you twitching on Phainon’s cock, the three of you locked together, covered in sweat and cum and shame.

Mydei exhales. “I hate you both.”

You kiss the bite mark on his shoulder.

“No you don’t.”

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO… Knows exactly what he’s doing when he winks at you from the stage. He sees the way your thighs press together, how your fingers curl around the VIP pass like it’s holy. When he pulls the mic close, voice all low and teasing, “You wanna scream my name, sweetheart? Go on, don’t be shy,” he swears he sees your breath hitch.

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO…Gets off on knowing you’re a desperate little fan girl. You’re in his merch, tits barely covered by his oversized band tee, lip gloss smeared from sucking on your fingers like you’re imagining it’s his cock. You’re already so dumb for him, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO…Pulls you backstage and makes you ride him still sweaty from the show. You barely get a breath before he’s got you in his lap, panties shoved to the side, your pussy stretching around his cock as he groans into your neck. “This what you wanted, pretty? My biggest fan, finally getting her reward?”

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO… Loves when you beg for an encore. “Too dumb to tap out, huh? Just wanna be my pretty girl?” He pins you to the couch, wrists caught in one hand, and fucks you slow, deep, making you whimper like one of his ballads. You’re so cock-drunk, barely able to do more than moan, nod, let him use you.

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO…Has you sit between his legs while he practices, playing with your tits absentmindedly. His guitar hums against your body while his fingers pluck at your nipples, twisting them until you’re whimpering, legs kicking. “Shh, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let me finish my set.” But you’re soaking through your panties, and he’s grinning, because he loves making you squirm.

ROCKSTAR!MYDEI WHO…Writes filthy love songs that are just for you. You hear them first, late at night, when he’s got you under him, thighs shaking, his cock filling you up so good. “This one’s about my girl,” he murmurs, fingers pressing against your clit, strumming you like his favorite riff. And then he’s making you sing it, gasping his name like it’s the only lyric you know.