#papermint

'Ethan knew it was a bad idea. Vox had that look. Sharp-edged, unguarded, the kind that only showed when the lights were low and his control started to slip.

He was probably drunk. Definitely in the mood. But there was something else underneath it. A grim, restless tension, like a wounded animal daring you to come closer. Following him into his office would be like stepping into a shark tank with an open wound. …and yet, he did.....'

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[Cover] [Second part]

I got a little silly with em teehee

╰┈➤ 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 | 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑬𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒍 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂 (𝑽𝒐𝒙), 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

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"Nnf! Hnng! O-Oh god!" Ethan's moans fill the air. The sound of bedsheets rustling, quiet groans, and a rhythmic squelch accompany it to concoct a depraved sympathy. His hands hesitantly grab onto your hips, steadying his sloppy uneven thrusts inside you.

Vox rolls his eyes, his hands tangling into your hair and tugging roughly toward his cock. His tip pokes the back of your throat, almost making you gag on him before adjusting through teary eyes. He glances down at you with narrowed eyes, "Watch it, doll.".

Ethan's slender cock slides in and out of you at a jagged pace— almost offering pleasure but just not quite. You whine at the lack of satisfaction, your voice vibrating around Vox's length.

Vox groans quietly, his hips rolling into your mouth as he stares down Ethan, "Is this your first time or something?".

Ethan gulps at Vox's stare, a hot blush rising to his freckled cheeks. "N-No, sir" he stutters, his hips faltering as his tail tucks shamefully between his legs.

Vox scoffs, "Are you sure? You fuck like a virgin. Take charge.".

Ethan nods and looks down at you on the bed, his hands reverently sliding down your back. He pulls his hips back and roughly slams back into you, starting to brutally jab inside you.

"Ow!" your eyes widen, hands digging into the sheets to try and ease the pain in your core.

Vox shoots a glare at Ethan, "Christ Ethan! Are you trying to fuck her or stab her?". He looks down at you, his claws raking through your hair to offer comfort, "Are you alright sweetheart? Shh shh, just breath, okay?"

He snaps his head back up to face Ethan, "Last chance, Ethan. Fuck her like a man and stop being such a pussy.".

"Yes sir," Ethan gently winds back and pushes into you again, his technique similar to the one before: Barely going inside you, too hesitant and lackluster to offer any pleasure for your aching pussy.

You grab at Vox's hip bone, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You were begging to be fucked properly, to be filled completely and finally fulfill the aching in your core.

Vox growls, "God fucking damn it Ethan!". He slides his cock from your mouth and moves across the bed behind Ethan.

"I'm sorry! W-What are you—" Ethan cowers, his breath hitching as Vox positions his chest against Ethan's back, Vox's cock pressed against his back. "Mr. Vox," he moans breathily, his hand sneaking back to grab Vox's.

Vox's hand wraps around Ethan's wrist, "Don't even fucking think about it.". Ethan blushes and nods. "Tsh, fucking queer," he mutters, releasing his wrist with a rough shove.

"Can you two stop flirting and just fuck me already?!" you ask with frustration.

"Y-Yes, Y/N, I-I'm sorry I'll—"

"Less talking and more doing," Vox commands, pushing his hips forward to guide Ethan inside you.

Ethan squeezes your hips, his eyes squeezing shut as his boss practically humps him from behind while pushing into you.

"Oh fuck," you moan, a smile on your face as Vox sets an even pace inside you, "that's it— h-harder...".

Vox snaps forward against Ethan, allowing Ethan's cock to slam against your cervix. "See that?" he whispers into Ethan's ear, "See how she's begging for more? That's how you pleasure a woman, not like you'd ever fucking understand. You're too pathetic to be competent, hm?".

A shudder rolls down Ethan's spine at the feeling of Vox's breath ghosting over his ear. " 'M not pathetic," he mutters. He knew it wasn't true, he just wanted Vox to keep talking.

Vox moves against him faster, indirectly drawing moans from you. "Oh you absolutely are," he replies, "pathetic waste of a man. Can't do the one thing you were fucking biologically engineered to do...".

Ethan whimpers, savoring the feeling of Vox's cock sliding against his back. Vox grabs Ethan's hand and guides it to the tight bundle of nerves on your pussy. He puts his thumb over Ethan's to direct it in small circles.

"Hahh, fuck," you breath out, nails digging into the beg sheets. Your legs twitch as the pressure of two thumbs against your clit send small spark of pleasure flying though your core. You rub your ass against Ethan's hips, doubling the stimulation inside you.

"See that? See how I got her close?" Vox gloats, "Now keep that pace.". Vox leans off Ethan and crawls towards you. Positioning his torso under you, his hands grab your thighs and he lifts his face up towards where you and Ethan were joined.

His long tongue slithers out and replaces Ethan's thumb, swirling at lapping at your clit while occasionally sliding past Ethan's dick.

"Vox," you squeeze your eyes shut, a coil winding in your stomach taught, ready at any moment to come loose against the two men against you.

Vox relinquishes his tongue and looks at Ethan from between your legs. "Make your self fucking useful," he says, gesturing to his leaking cock that pressed against his toned abdomen.

Ethan's breath hitches, his heart beginning to race at Vox's proposition— "Is he really letting me do this?" he thinks to himself.

He bites his bottom lip and leans forward, keeping his pace inside you while reaching to wrap his hand around Vox's cock. He gives it a few pumps, trying to be gentle lest he potentially aggravate Vox.

"Do I have to fucking lecture you about taking charge again?!" he snaps.

Ethan swallows and pumps his cock faster, sliding over his length with determination to make him finish.

Vox groans against your pussy, his hips bucking into Ethan's hand as he aches for release. Your body begins to tense suddenly, your legs twitching and writhing against Ethan as pleasure crashes over your body.

"Fuck!" you yell, pushing your hips back to chase the gratification that washed over you. Ethan gasps as you move against him, bottoming out in you with a final thrust before spilling cum inside you.

Vox continues his assault against your clit, bringing you to a point of overstimulation.

"Vox, wait—" you say, trying to breath through the overwhelming feeling of Vox's tongue against your exhausted clit.

Ethan moves his hand faster up and down Vox's cock, feeling the member twitch and throb in his hand as he approaches his climax. With a final few pumps, Vox releases onto Ethan, cum painting Ethan's hand and his stomach.

He breaths heavily, his tongue darting back into his mouth as he rests against the bed. You sit up on shakey legs, leaning against Ethan's chest as he peppers kisses against you.

Vox's gaze flickers between his cock and Ethan's messy hand and nearly gags. "Fucking disgusting," he huffs, sitting up abruptly and gathering his clothes off the floor.

"Sir, where are you going?" Ethan asks, a bit disappointed that Vox didn't plan to stay.

"Work," he states blankly, zipping up his slacks, "I expect you to be back in 15 minutes. If not, you're fired.". He finishes getting ready and zaps out without another word, leaving you and Ethan alone.

Ethan sighs and wipes his hand onto the bed, a guilty look in his eyes.

"You did nothing wrong, Ethan," you say facing him, "Vox is just... Vox.". Reaching up, you cup his face and guide it towards you, "We have 15 minutes together, E— C'mon I'll give you aftercare.".

You scoot back until you're sat against the headboard and open up your arms, inviting Ethan to cuddle beside you. Ethan smiles and curls up against you, his eel-like tail wagging softly against your thighs.

Like….okay…..