#this is hot

God he was sick of you, he’d only gone to that stupid club with you because he didn’t want you to get hurt. This is what he gets for caring about you.

Moody Blues.

Your form flickering through the shimmer of iridescence, his breathing hitching when he watched you, dancing softly in the centre of the room, he wished it was the real you. Even if Moody Blues copied you perfectly he still knew it wasn’t you, watching as you ground against the man behind you, a sick thought making him swallow hard.

He shouldn’t.

Taking a step forward, his eyes never leaving your face, head thrown back as you danced.

He should put his stand away and go to bed.

Stepping behind you and slotting himself where the stranger was the night before.

It wasn’t right.

A perfect view of your tits as you ground your ass into him.

Fuck you felt good.

Breathing coming out in quick pants as his head fell to your shoulder, his erection throbbing from the friction against the fabric, arms circling your waist as he pressed himself closer to you. He was glad no one was home today, music thrumming in his room as you swayed your hips to the beat.

God he was pissed at you, having a good time with some stranger and he had to come home and fuck his fist pretending it was you doing it for him. No. You’d never be that rough, your soft hands touching him as you made him fall apart gently. 

Moans falling from his lips as he ground down on his own stand, your ass pressed so perfectly against him, he could cum just like this, he wanted to. So badly. Breathing hitching as your head rested against his chest, watching as your dress hiked up slightly. A moan dropping from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as your chest heaved.

Fuck you looked perfect, watching as you fell apart for a man you didn’t know, in a club he wishes you’d never gone to. 

“Please…” Your voice barely noticeable over the music.

Fuck it.

He couldn’t think straight, not caring that it wasn’t even you. Slipping his hand down your body and under your dress where the stranger had, groaning when he felt your soaked underwear. Moody blues replicating it almost perfectly, a shudder when he slipped his fingers into you. Watching as you fell apart on them, squeezing him so tightly as you came, a broken cry on your lips that he barely heard.

His hips stuttering against you as he came with you, breathing heavy and fingers still inside you.

The regret was almost instant, a shaking breath as he slid his fingers out of you, watching as the release on his hands disappeared once it left his stands radius. Stepping back as shame dragged through him, fuck he felt like he was going to throw up as you stood there trembling.

“Come back to my place? Yeah baby?” You hated that word. Baby. It made you feel gross, he remembered you telling him months ago when Mista called you it as a joke.

He couldn’t stop himself from watching, eyes wide and rage clawing at his throat.

He didn't even take your clothes off.

He didn't kiss you.

Watching as you let a random man fuck you. His breathing shook as he tried to stay calm, already painfully hard again in his pants as he watched you.

Moans soft as your head fell back, a groan in your ear as disappointment flickered across your face, jaw tensing when he pulled out with a sleezy. “Sorry babe. You’re just too pretty.” You didn't even hide your annoyance when he clearly didn't want to get you off too, standing and walking out, heels clicking on the floor as he watched. 

A tilt of his head as his anger faded slightly, a grounding exhale through his nose, rubbing his face with a hand.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Disbelief coating his voice as he stood staring at his bed, Moody Blues disappearing.

“I could ask the same question…”

His body froze.

Why were you home? Shit how much have you seen? He was terrified to turn to face you, breathing rapidly as he stood hard in the centre of the room.

Explainable. As long as you hadn’t seen anything…

“Not gonna look at me?” A smirk evident on your face even through the way you spoke, you didn't seem mad or disgusted, maybe he got lucky.

“Abbacchio. Don’t make me ask again. Look at me.”

His cock twitching at your voice, god now was not the time for him to be getting worked up. A glance over his shoulder, jaw tight and heart pounding in his chest as you met his eyes.

“You know it’s a little weird to watch me getting fucked, right?”

Shit. Panic flickered across his face, not breaking eye contact as you grin at him, shame curling inside of him. Mouth open to... What? Apologize?

“I think I'm more upset you were just watching though, am I not pretty enough?” A joke. You were joking right now? 

“You didn’t cum.” Your grin widened, eyes glinting as you stepped closer.

“Call Moody back out.” 

His breathing shook as you looked up into his eyes, a silent command, almost daring him to disobey after you’d just watched him.

“Moody Blues.”

“Around 2am this morning.” You whispered helpfully as your eyes watched his stand transform back into you, head thrown back as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

A shaky exhale as he watched you fuck yourself better than the stranger had, your hand covering your mouth as you whined out loudly. Not wanting to wake anyone, his room was right against yours, you were always so considerate when you touched yourself. 

He wished you weren’t.

“Abba... Hah, right there.” His eyes widen, dick twitching in his pants, bringing his attention back to how hard he's been with a hiss. Your eyes don’t leave his face as he watches you, jaw tense and restraint crumbling quickly. “Leone… Coming…” Voice choked as you cum. Hard. 

It takes everything in him not to cum with you, teeth biting down on his tongue, hands clenching by his side so hard his knuckles are turning white.

“Ever think about getting off with your stand while it looks like me?” The question making him snap his head to you, curiosity on your pretty face. A hesitant pause as he thinks about lying to you.

“Yes.”

“Have you?”

“Define getting off.”

A grin lights up your face as he shudders, he should have kept his mouth shut.

“If it makes you feel better I've thought about it too.”

A disbelieving laugh rips from his mouth, erection twitching at the thought you were actually telling the truth.

“What? Don't believe me?”

He can’t take his eyes off of you. He can’t believe this is happening… 

Your lips wrapped around his stand, transformed into him. Letting it softly thrust into your pretty mouth, eyes looking up adoringly as it uses you to get off. Uses you to get him off.

His cock twitching as he feels your tongue against him, breathing ragged as he grips the arms of the plush chair below him.

“Fuck. Stop doing that.” Your eyes flick to him with a smile around the length in your mouth, humming again softly and watching his hips jerk, eyes rolling back in his head as he tries not to cum.

You pull off softly, giving a soft lick to the head as you lean back, Moody twitching in front of you, wanting to pull you back in again. “You know you can cum right?”

“Shut up.”

A hum as you slip the tip back into your mouth and suck hard, his head falling back with a broken moan. He didn’t want to finish so quickly, fearing he’d never get another chance like this.

“If you cum, I'll let you fuck me.” His head snapped up looking at you as you slid back onto his stand.

A shaking breath stolen from his lungs as you bottom out fully, both of them moaning as they cum, one down your throat and the other desperately onto his hand, stroking himself softly through the aftershocks.

“Bed. Now.” A panting order from Abbacchio’s lips as you slid off of Moody, smiling as you stood and Moody dragged its hands against your body.

Jealousy flickering in his eyes as he watched his stand kissing down your neck, slipping your clothes to the floor. 

Abbacchio stood and pressed himself against your back as your head fell back slightly, hands trailing up your body, lips against the other side of your neck as they both sucked soft love bites into your skin.

Eyes rolling back as you trembled between them, bra falling to the floor as Moody dips its head to your chest, purring as it licks at your nipples, Abbacchio’s hands coming up to softly squeeze one as Moody sucks on the other, soft moans falling from your lips, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, both of them driving you softly towards your orgasm.

“Close?” Abbacchio whispers in your ear, breath tickling your face as he watches his stand touch you.

“So close… Please?” A growl against your neck as he dips to leave kisses, a soft worship from the both of them as they share a glance over you. A smirk on Moody’s face as he drops to his knees, slipping your underwear down, eyes burning into yours as it leans forwards and hooks one leg over his shoulder. Abbacchio steadies you from behind, his hands gripping your hips, lips still pressing into your neck as he watches his stand press its face into your core.

Your eyes roll back as it immediately sucks your clit into his mouth with a moan, fingers slipping up to your dripping entrance, already so close as he slides them into you, A shattered cry falling from your lips as your head falls back against Abbacchio’s collarbone, a laugh on his lips as you grind pathetically against his stands face.

“You wanna cum? Ask him.”

Your eyes drop to his face between your legs, fingers thrusting inside you almost lovingly, softly sucking on your clit with lidded eyes, staring up at you in a lustful haze.

“Please Moody, let me cum?” A broken hum as it sucks harder, fingers working faster inside of you as you shatter between them, Abbacchio’s arm snaking around your waist to keep you from collapsing as your legs tremble, Moody’s hand coiling around the thigh over its shoulder.

Strong grip stopping you from moving as it overstimulates you, fingers curling just right inside of you as it laps at your sensitive clit. 

“Please.” It's a desperate broken cry from your lips, Abbacchio groaning into your neck at the sound as Moody pulled back, soft kisses pressed against your thigh by its head. 

“Get on the fucking bed.”