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But you cooked, so they were cleaning up. IV was happy to do that for you. Always. But the boyfriend you shared was testing his patience. When you came into the kitchen, Vessel was giggling and scampering away from IV who looked like be was about to run up on someone talking about his mother.

“Boys?” You call from the doorway. IV almost has Vessel in a corner when they turn to look at you. His earlier irritation immediately vanishes. No reason to look at his girl like that. He gives you a boyish half smile. An angel. Meanwhile, Ves is towers over him against the counter with a smirk, but he’s blushing. They both are, honestly. Flushed. “What’s going on?” You ask, knowing full well what’s going on, just not the specifics. 

“Ivy wasn’t letting me love o-“

“Vessel was sneaking up and spanking me every time I picked up a plate or a knife! A KNIFE, babe!” IV interrupts, the sheepish little tattletale. Vessel just rolls his eyes and titters.

“You have strong hands, Ives,” he teases, “you’d have been fiiiiine.”

IV wants to spar with Ves but you move closer. This is all a game. There are all kinds of ways it could play out. You watch them. You join them; you join them and get tossed around, etc etc. But clearly…

“Hmm…” you stand beside IV and address him, but your eyes are on Vessel. Sizing him up. Making him feel vulnerable. Like prey. “Someone can’t keep their hands to themselves can they?”

IV snorts softly. “Or take direction.” 

“Oh come off it, guys…” Vessel sputters, but the bulge in his jeans betrays him. 

You and IV turn to look at each other slowly, as if conspiring. The wavelength is strong between you two, so you both shrug. “Alright Ves. All is forgiven.” Ivy says smugly. Vessel nods in gratitude and watches as IV goes back to washing up, his gaze glued to his ass. 

“I fucking dare you,” you whisper. 

Thwak 

IV spins around and shoves Vessel up against the cabinet. You watch as Vessel sticks his tongue out attempting to lick IV’s lips as the shorter man yanks at his collar. “You want the night like this, huh? Be a little brat bastard?” IV taunts. 

This makes Vessel chuckle. He peers over at you but IV tugs at him again. 

“No. She won’t help you.”

“She dared me! And you know how that always ends…” Vessel teases in a shitty little sing-songy cadence before IV grips his jaw, making his pretty lips pucker just the slightest.

“Darling,” IV calls out, as causal as asking where the remote is, “you hear this?”

Oh. Here we go. IV wants you to be all domme with him against little bratty Vessel. He knows it isn’t your usual style. You’re too sweet. The resident lover girl. You were ok with the banter but it felt like a bit much for you to bring that to the bedroom. While it appears Ves’s braincell is trying to come up with some devious one-liner, you speak up. “I’m…not really in the mood for that tonight. Sorry.”

Neither of them have ever made you feel bad about saying no but feeling guilty was something that came easily to you. Both of their faces softened and the shenanigans stopped there. 

The energy changed a little. Again, neither guy was mad but you felt like you spoiled the fun. It wouldn’t have been fair or healthy to power through. So why did you feel like you let your guys down? They notice. Of course they notice. Vessel finds you sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair mindlessly.

“Mmm.” He sighs with reverence as looks up at you from where he kneels on the floor. “So pretty. …Y’ok, love?”

You shrug and put your hairbrush down a little harder than you mean to. “I…yeah. I just don’t like…being mean the way IV wants me to be.”

Vessel swallows and nods. “I understand…but I do know he doesn’t mean any harm. He just...wants to see your tougher side sometimes. It would be hot, but he won't force you to be anything other than wonderful you.”

He leans over and kisses your shoulder once. But he goes in for another and before you know it he’s kissing your neck. Your eyes roll back as his bottom lip traces up to your jaw. Ves isn’t even trying to be particularly seductive, but your thighs part. 

“Oh.” You both jolt up to see IV in the doorway. “Uhm sorry, didn’t know you two…were…”. 

It feels a little awkward. You had just said you weren’t feeling it. “No, it’s fine…fine this just happened because we were talking and-“ you’re stumbling over your words when IV puts his hand up to wave you off. 

“No worries, really. I’ll leave you two be if you want…” There’s a collective sigh. The intrepid throuple goes to bed quiet, a little horny, and feeling a little off. 

The next morning, Vessel left early to run his errands, leaving you and IV alone. You laid in bed alone, contemplating the vibe for the day and how you already felt like you were walking on egg shells. Part of you wanted to sweep the previous evening under the rug, but the more mature part actually won out. You wrapped yourself in a throw blanket and padded into the kitchen where IV was drinking his coffee. There was a second, taller mug on the counter as well. And it was yours. That warmed your heart enough to have even more courage. And then…fuck. That smile when he looks up at you. “Don’t get any cuter, please. I’ll die where I stand,” he says as he pulls you close, not even trying to pry the blanket off you. “M’little lover girl.” 

You giggle and bury your face in his neck. Nestled against his teddy bear self, you melted a little. “You’re not mad at me,” you squeak out.

“Mad at…tsk…you little…” IV pulls away and chuckles, but his face betrays him. He feels sad that you’d even ask. “Babe, why do you think I’d be mad at you?”

“Well…I felt bad for saying ‘no’ yesterday. Like we could have had a lot of fun with what you were offering but…”

“If you don’t want it, then we don’t do it. Same goes for either combo of us, you know this. It…” IV trails off and shrugs. “It did sting a bit to catch you neckin' with Ves, but, I…I recognize that I suggested something you don’t always like. So if you two wanted some time, it’s cool.”

You nod and look down sadly. “We didn’t mean anything by it but…you know that. Ivy…I just—“ you sigh heavily and look back up at him, “I feel like the domme stuff is something you want that I can’t give. And I hate that. Like maybe I’m not…”

IV quiets your fears with a firm kiss. Eventually you’ll have to tell him that you feel inadequate sexually for him sometimes, mainly because he’s interested in seeing the other sides of you. You’re so happy to be thrown around and used, or soft and pliant…you wouldn’t know the first thing about brat taming or being more dominant. The kisses grow deeper. Soon his greedy hands are under the blanket, kneading your ass as he sucks at your bottom lip. 

“D’you know why I want to see you in charge,” he rasps. “Not because I like that necessarily…don’t want to fit you into something you’re not…” IV pushes the blanket to floor and hoists you on the counter. “I want it cuz you’d be fucking amazing at it, babe…” His breath comes out in hot little puffs on your neck as his plush lips melt into every sweet spot from cheek to collarbone. “It makes me so hard to think about you being in charge. Making us do what you want.” 

As he’s talking to you, warming you up to the idea of being your sweethearts’ domme, your vision blurs because he’s tracing your pussy through your panties. “I…I wouldn’t be…good at it…but I…mmm” you grip his arm to stop before he gets any closer to the edge of the fabric. “I want to be everything for you. For both of you. But my…my head gets in the way. I either need to be everything all at once and all together perfect, or I need to just…stay in my lane.” 

In response, IV cups your face and pulls you in before your noses can touch. “I am so sorry your brain does that and makes you feel like you have to make yourself small. And apologize for speaking up for your needs. I’d do anything to take that away, love. But if you ever wanted to try…just try…I’d love to talk you through it.”

“Ta-talk me through it?”

“Mhm…maybe…I tell you what I’d like you to do…like specific little things.” IV chuckles. That glorious sound breaks all the tension. “We all know I’m simple. Feel like once I told you about how I picture you being a domme you’d run with it and just…wwhooosshhh,” he mimes his mind being blown. 

The cogs are turning, you can tell. You knew he wanted you to give Vessel a taste of his own medicine sometimes but otherwise you didn’t really know what he had in mind. It was like someone took over your body. You leaned back on your elbow and cocked your eyebrow…maybe this domme stuff is easy for you because his cock was already twitching in his joggers. “Tell me what it looks like,” you purr. 

“Fuck…just like that,” he groans. “And you’d tell me what to do…no waiting for me to move you around or tell—“

The power you had over him on this regular Thursday morning was intoxicating. Telling him how you felt made all the difference but actually seeing him fold for you…that solidified for you that you could do it. Even if it felt a little cringe when you opened your mouth. "Mhm, I got that…” you smile and chuckle softly. “Show me how hard this makes you.” 

And without a word IV slips his joggers down until the waistband is stretched over his thighs. “Like that?” He asks with a cheeky grin. Oh you could get so fucking used to this.

“Mhm…good boy…but no touching.”

“No…no…” IV chuckles. He’s practically giddy. Absolutely beside himself and blushing. “Wouldn’t dream of it til you tell me to, love.” As a little treat, you delicately touch the lacy trim of your panties, directing his gaze where you want it. “Need to eat it, babe….please…” His composure is shot. He’s still blushing and silly about how turned on his, but you lounging there like a meal that he didn’t have a right to yet made him antsy. “Please…may I?”

His pleas sound so sweet, his desire and eagerness hotter than ever. “Knees,” you order gently. As if it wasn’t satisfying enough to see IV so obedient, his reverent eagerness sold you completely on this "in charge" business. “Look at you…fuck.” Normally he’d start with his fingers to tease a little or massage your thighs, but this morning he leaned in to lap at your entrance as soon as he possibly could. The most natural thing in the world was to keep cooing his name while brushing back the blonde tufts of his hair as he delicately pried open your folds for jut a single drop of you. You luxuriated in his pace…slow but not to tease. No, just to enjoy. It was so leisurely you started drinking the coffee IV made for you. This was the fucking life. 

“Oh shit.” 

Poor Vessel nearly dropped his laptop bag right next to his jaw on the floor. You gripped IV’s hair to keep him in place, to just focus on your pussy instead of Ves. “Oh hi sweetheart…we didn’t know you’d be home so soon.”

It’s as though Vessel has never seen you two fuck. His voice quivers in his throat without actually making any words, and his eyes bug out to watch Ivy suck at your clit. “He-he-hey…hi…uhm…hi guys. What’re you…heh”

“What does it look like, Ves? Hm?” You ask with a coyness that makes IV chuckle and moan into your pussy. He’s loving your new confidence and shows it by wrapping his arms around your thighs and shaking his head. “Use your words.”

“Fuckin hell,” he gulps. “Looks like…like you got IV in his place.”

“Oh you think on his knees is where he belongs?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Uhm…”

Oh sweet, dumb Vessel. You hadn’t even drained him yet and he was already putty in your hands. IV stops when you pull him away from your pussy, his pretty face all slick.  “That’s a big statement from someone who was a massive brat last night. You agree, IV?”

“Whatever you say, love.” He pants. 

“Great now he’s all pussy drunk…tsk two against one,” Ves chimes in. He cannot help but talk back a little even though he’s completely dumbfounded (but not surprised) by how quickly you’ve stepped into your power. 

“What was that?”

Vessel gulps and sets down the laptop bag. Tentatively, he steps closer and kneels. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Changed your tune,” IV jokes, nudging him.

“Shut up. You’re the one drooling on the kitchen floor,” Ves whispers as if he doesn’t want the teacher to hear him and IV cutting up.

“Ves…”

“Hmm?”

“Did I tell you to kneel?” 

He goes beet red. IV snickers and shakes his head as Ves stands up and crowds you on the counter. Oh how tempting it was be to let your tall boy flip you over and fuck you like an easy little whore. But you needed to blow off some steam. “IV, darling, get Ves’s cock out.” To no one’s surprise, his cock sprung out his boxers already leaking. He loved watching you get eaten out almost as much as he loved eating you out. Actually he just loved your pussy and would be happy just to be involved. And you could tell it felt good as the morning air cooled his skin.

IV held Vessel’s erection firmly as he stood behind him, and rubbed the head softly against your clit. Vessel’s hands bolted out to touch you but you swatted them away, making him pout. But he loved it. 

“S’all you get right now,” IV purred. He was commanding the taller man in his own way. Who could say “no” to IV once he had his hand or mouth on you. 

“Fuck…” Vessel cringed. He wanted to touch you…IV…himself…anything. But instead he was stuck with his dangly arms awkwardly to his sides as IV’s calloused hands guided the curve of his cock flush against your outer petals and clit. “Fuck I’m…I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for…” he begged. 

“Aw Ves…such sweet little whines…” you tease. His face goes even redder as you giggle and moan. “Ivy, baby, just put the tip in…”

“Please…I…I need all of you just let me….fuck…Ivy…”. Vessel’s eyes rolled back and bottom lip turn white from him biting back a wanton, pathetic moan. “So…so…fucking soaked…”

“She knows what she likes…look at how she’s throbbing watching you lose your mind over the bare fucking minimum…”

“Mmm… mhm” you chuckle, “I think the bare minimum would be him having to just listen, baby…sounds like a good idea to me…”

“Nooo no no no…please no…let me play please…please”

“IV push him in.”

Vessel cries out and nearly falls atop you as IV’s hips push against his ass, making him clumsily enter you. But you take it in stride. Your back arches as he grabs your soft, lovely waist. As he fucks into you, you beckon IV to your side. The sighs of relief and lust are intoxicating as you lift your shirt for their greedy hands. You suck off IV, and let Vessel rock against you like he can’t believe he’s allowed this privilege. The neediness and submission your boys show you is mind melting. Vessel keeps one gentle hand on your breast, but you aren’t sure where his other is until you feel IV’s cock throb even more in your mouth. You open your eyes to Ves’s pretty, spidery hand wrapped around IV’s neck. The shorter man’s eyes are glazed over and fucked out as Ves squeezes that gorgeous throat until they’re both moaning…a little call and response. Vessel fucks into you harder with more intention now. He wants you to cum on his cock while your mouth works IV into a frenzy. 

“Y’wanna face fuck her, yeah?” Vessel whispers, almost like a challenge. “See her pretty…her eyes…roll back as you…mmm fuck.”  

He can’t even finish his sentence…the thought alone gets him so close to the edge. As Vessel keeps up the pace to cum inside you, you’re groaning and attempting to hold off the orgasm you’ve nearly rubbed out as you listened to your boys talk. IV groans as you moan on his thick cock, swatting your hand away to claim your orgasm for himself. In turn of course, Vessel absolutely looses control of his hips and cries out a broken little moan as he empties his cum into you. “Damnit IV…I wasn’t ready…”