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CW: (ron and carl are aged up, rarl, poly relationship, shower sex, boys making out, threesome, double penetration, ron and carl both argue a little, fluff, smut, oral f!receiving, nipple play, ron LOVES boobs, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, dom!ron and sub!carl, slightly edited)
Word count: 2.2k
Tag list: @ib1te, @sulkycreamcheese, @stellalaylas, @goneandrotting
Each peel of the layers of clothes felt antagonizing. The soft material of your t-shirt soaked and caked with walker blood and dirt. Your jeans heavier from the, what you prayed was, still water that laid dormant in the basement of the house you ventured in on a scavenge.
Pulling on the lever, you sighed with relief as the room slowly filtered with the warmth of the steam from the shower head. Hot water cascading over your shoulders and back, you wiped your arms down with your hands, wincing from the crimson and brown tinted water that got sucked down the drain.
A soft sigh left your lips, almost through your gritted teeth while your palm glided over a particularly sore and sensitive part of your elbow. You could lightly recall falling over a pile of books when a walker had lunged at you. The adrenaline from the stressed moment made you forget about the searing pain.
You were so lost in thought, eyes staring down at the tiled floor of the shower, eyesight unfocused and blurry. A soft jump wracked through your body when you felt a familiar hand grip your breast. The right one. The boys’ favorite for some reason.
“...Ron…” you sighed, feeling him press soft kisses on your neck, following the curve to the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“‘m here too…” Carl's soft voice rang in your ears, making you glance up from the hand clutching and fondling your breast.
“But why? I jus' got in…” you mumbled tiredly, leaning back against Ron's chest.
“We want to help you get cleaned up, duh.” Ron replied like it was the obvious, reaching for your body wash.
You were compliant, watching Ron's hands, following the way the pink gel puddled into his palm. As he rubbed his hands together, making it sud up, Carl also watched, taking a step closer and grabbing Ron's hands.
Raising a brow, Ron didn't protest, letting Carl gather some of the foam to clean you as well. Gently, Carl's rough hands followed the dips, curves, and plain of your body, kneeling down in front of you to wash your legs.
Now at eye level with your pussy, Carl had to hold back from toying with it in any way. Flicking your clit, swiping a finger between your folds. It was a difficult task, but he was determined to make sure your comfort was met before his desires.
Ron smirked, dragging his soapy palms up from your waist to your breasts, cupping them and admiring the way the soap slicked the hemispheres up.
“Ron, you're not even helpin'--” Carl shot a glare up at the other boy, huffing softly and going back to washing the blood off of your body.
“Shut up, Carl. ‘m helping.” Ron grumbled, pushing your breasts together with amusement.
A soft huff left your lips, eyes watching Ron's fumbling and playing with your breasts. Ron was always into your breasts, while Carl didn't exactly have a favorite. He loved everything equally. But Ron got it out of him one night.
Carl thought your thighs were amazing.
“They're so nice when they're soapy.” Ron purred, pushing his cheek against yours.
Carl's freckled cheeks were bright pink.
He was always flustered and so embarrassingly turned on when he got a front row seat to you and Ron. Carl never wanted to admit it, but god, seeing Ron take you over like that made him so hard.
So fucking hard.
His heart did flips, tummy tightening while he watched Ron's semi brush against the side of your thigh, the flesh red and slightly angry. Nowhere near as red and pissed off as Carl's. It was so bad that it hurt.
“Don't stare at my dick.” Ron spat, giving Carl a small glare before resuming his kisses on your wet shoulder, soft, slightly chapped lips dancing over the soft skin so perfectly.
“Don't be mean–” you tried to ease the tension the boys started.
“I wasn't starin'. I was lookin' at…you know…” Carl immediately defended himself, glancing away nervously playing with the ends of his hair.
“At what? Her cunt? Bet it's already wet…” Ron scoffed, giving your mound a soft spank and smirking against you at the gasp you let out in response to his action.
Carl gave a harder glare in return, standing up in front of the two of you, his lips pressing gentle pecks on your collar bone, hesitantly making his way closer and closer to Ron's area of affection. A soft moan left your lips, Ron's fingers tumbling and tweaking the hardened bud, fingers and palm dimpling into the fat flesh of your tit.
Ron's eyes widened a little, feeling Carl's lips brush against his the next moment he could. The taller boy made a soft little grumble of feigned annoyance, letting Carl move his lips against his. Carl's kisses were either two ways; soft and shy, or licking into your mouth like a dog.
Nothing in between.
Carl let out a soft muffled moan, licking into Ron's parted mouth, right next to your ear. You could hear every lick, kiss, and suckle Carl assaulted on to Ron's wet cavern.
You stood, placated and sandwiched between your boyfriends, both of their hard-ons for one another pressing against you. Ron's hand never left your breast, Carl's fingers quickly joining the toying of your nipple.
Ron didn't understand, but kissing Carl while touching you made his balls alright tighten up against himself like he was about to cum against your hip. He loved every single second of it. As much as he wanted to deny.
“Boys, what about me…” you softly whined, still annoyed that they ruined your shower, and now they were practically neglected your needs.
A little nipple fondling won't cut it.
“--mh, yeah. Sorry, baby.” Ron mumbled, pulling away from Carl to whisper in your ear while Carl's fingers traced, and teased their way down your sternum and tummy, right down to your pussy.
“You feel his fingers, sweet girl? Playin' with your little clit…jus' dragging his finger around the needy little thing…” Ron's deep voice purred in your ear, his teeth threatening your earlobe, before soothing the burning sting with a soft swipe of his warm tongue.
You could only muster a small nod, head hazy with the feeling of dizzying arousal and pleasure. The dual sensations of Carl's fingers and Ron's words making the most intoxicating motley that caused your thighs to tremble.
“She's so wet, Ron…like really wet. If you keep talkin' to her like that, I dunno if she'll be able to feel me–” Carl marveled, teasing your needy hole with a shallow dip of his middle finger, before slipping it in.
It barely got a response out of you.
“What if we both go in her? Would you like that, hm? Two cocks in this tight little snatch–”
You cut off Ron's purred promise with a moan in response, nodding dumbly and opening your legs without thought. God, two cute boys can make a girl pretty damn stupid in the right scenario.
“See that Carl? She wants us to fill her up.” Ron smirked, sucking your lobe into his mouth before releasing it with a soft wet ‘pop’.
The brunet was trembling, watching as the blond picked your leg up, spreading your soaked, puffy cunt out for viewing pleasure. Carl let out a soft moan, angling his cock in the proper position before slipping in. All the way to the root of his prick.
“H-holy…” Carl choked out, eye rolling back into his head while gripping your hip and the leg tossed over his hip.
It felt so fucking good. Your warm, wet walls squeezing his cock rhythmically.
“Does she need to adjust? Need to adjust?” Ron hummed, hand still gently palming your breast, lips pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.
When Ron and Carl saw the little shake of a ‘no’, Carl pulled back a little, before sinking back into the amazing heat of you. Ron's hand finally gave up on imprisoning your breast, slipping down to rub soft, delicate 8-figures over your swollen clit.
Ron adored everything about the two of you, watching as Carl's hips stuttered against your writhing ones, his cock slipping in and out intimately. He could get used to the occasional free show that came with dating you two.
Carl buried his face against your breasts, panting and gasping while his hips bucked and humped against yours. Your hands flew to his head, fingers clenching and tangling into the now wet hairs of his. A cry left both Carl's and your lips, Ron's finger wiggling in with Carl's pistoning cock.
“Ready? ‘bout to have two dicks in the same hole, sweetheart.” Ron cooed, almost mockingly, shifting himself so his cock was just lined up, before pushing in with Carl's now stilled one.
The three of you all had varying reactions. Carl looked ready to cry while he shook against your chest. Ron let out a low groan from his throat, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle any louder noises. You just trembled along with Carl, moans and gasps leaving your lips.
“Y-you…fuck– you guys ready?” Ron rasped out, waiting for a verbal response from both of you.
“Yeah…” you whispered, feeling the sensation of being split open. It made you see stars behind your closed eyelids, eyelashes fluttering.
Carl could barely speak or move, struggling to hold his hips still, “Mh-hmmm…”
Ron pulled back, his length dragging against your walls and Carl's cock. Your legs shook, struggling to keep yourself steady while moans freely left your parted lips, drool dripping down your chin. Your head tipped back against Ron's shoulder, gasping out little cries and coos of ‘Carl’ and ‘Ron’.
The two boys would gasp and choke whenever their cocks would catch on one another, the drag feeling deliciously taboo. Your walls squeezed and clenched repeatedly, trying to stretch around them both. Ron's fingers fumbled over your needy nub in the heat of the moment, Carl's hand quickly joining in the pleasurable ministrations.
Between their chests, you were like a yowling cat in heat. Moaning, gasping, mewling. The noises that you couldn't stop from spilling out of you encouraged the pair more. Fingers gliding over your slippy clit, cocks pounding in and out at an almost ruthless pace.
“O-oh god! ‘m gonna cum–” you tried to warn them, but couldn't as your tight walls clenched. Tight. Spasming around the two invading appendages.
The two boys both made noise. Ron groaned lowly, Carl moaning freely and tossing his head back. Their seed painted your inner walls, and each other. Hips rutting desperately to ride out the overwhelming pleasure that almost caused them to stop breathing.
The three of you panted as they stilled, the only sound other than the water from the shower head running over your head. Carl curled up closer to you, softening dick still wedged in your tight hole with the help from Ron's soft cock.
His cheek pressed against your chest, Ron helping you back down onto your feet before resting his hot forehead against your wet shoulder. The atmosphere was lighter, but still hot, and not just from the steam and water.
Ron groaned softly, slowly pulling his cock from the confines of your cunt and Carl's cock. As he pulled out, Carl's fell out, letting the mixture of both of their cum leak out of your used hole. Carl watched in slight awe, before Ron's tired voice called out to him.
“Why don't you clean her up? With your tongue.” Ron murmured, eyes searching for Carl's one baby blue.
The other boy only nodded, dropping to his knees and pressing soft kissing on your mound and thighs. A soft trembled sigh left your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the soft affection Carl gave you. His devious tongue slipped between your folds, lapping up the motley of fluids.
His own cum, Ron's cum, and your release.
It tasted good. Amazing even.
Carl could get used to cleaning you up after him and Ron thoroughly fuck you.
After licking and sucking an orgasm out of you, Carl stood back up, letting out a soft huff. His chin glistened with your arousal and the mix of semen, that one puppy eye staring at you and Ron for praise and validation that he did good.
“You did good, sweetheart. Didn't he?” you hummed, giving Ron's hand a gentle squeeze to get his attention.
“...yeah. He did.” Ron reluctantly agreed, biting back a smile when he saw the twitch of one on Carl.
You felt a smile spread across your lips, enjoying the fact that your boyfriends weren't arguing for once.
“...let's, uh, let's finish your shower.” Carl whispered, grabbing the shower gel.
Ron nodded in agreement, giving your cheek a soft peck, and holding his hand out, palm up for some of the soap.
God, being pampered was one of your favorite things from the two lovesick boys. Carl's hands dragged over your arms, being mindful of the bruises. Ron focused on your back, careful when going over any zits or bug bites.
“...you guys better keep ‘em down. ‘m even more tired than I was before.” you teased softly, closing your eyes.
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