#tmlmapleleafs

It had been three months since The Incident, when Kappy mistakenly assumed you and William were dating. Willy was your best friend, you had great benefits with that friendship, yeah, but it was different now. Now you didn’t know what you wanted, what he wanted, and all the things you’d loved about being with him, the low pressure relaxation with someone you could talk to anything with, it was gone. You were a full-time student. He was a full-time hockey player. The both of you were too busy for pressure.

So you eased off.

You kind of hated yourself for the way you went about it.

You didn’t ghost him exactly, but it was definitely ghost-adjacent.

You figured you could blame it on essays due, then exams, then his playoffs, but those were all done a month ago and still, your answers were so infrequent that he seemed to have stopped trying.

You told yourself it was better that way, that this was best for both of you, but some nights, when you were feeling particularly vulnerable and honest with yourself, you could admit how much you regretted it. There was a big, blond, floppy-haired hockey player-sized hole in your chest.

You missed him.

Maybe it was too late, now. It probably was.

The universe, it seemed, had other ideas.

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You were only taking one summer class and, as busy as it kept you, you still had a modicum of free time. The weather had been beautiful lately, and you kept seeing your friends send snaps of this beautiful bar with outdoor seating and great-looking tacos. It was a late afternoon on a Thursday. They shouldn’t be too busy, you figured. So you put on a flowy, comfortable yellow sundress, a floppy hat and sunglasses, and decided to treat yourself in this warm weather.

You were glad to see your prediction was true. The restaurant wasn’t too busy, with quite a few of their outdoor tables still available. You were seated quickly, ordered a margarita on the rocks, and just basked in the beautiful day.

Your basking lasted all of fifteen minutes before there was a large shadow blocking your view. You blinked up at some smarmy-looking dude, smirking down at you. You used your menu to cover your cleavage and scowled up at him.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry to bother you,” the guy said looking absolutely not sorry at all. “Seems I’m looking for a place to sit here. It’s filling up fast. You mind if I keep you company?”

You looked around at the obviously empty tables around you, maybe only a third of them occupied, then blinked back up at him.

“I do mind, actually,” you said calmly, though you internally started to panic. What if he didn’t take no for an answer. “I’m waiting on someone.”

You pulled out your phone, trying to text your friend Winslow. She lived nearby. You sent your location to her, followed by an ‘SOS creepy dude. Rescue me and I buy dinner’.

The guy scowled down at you, obviously wanting to say more, but the waitress came over, clearly sensing an issue and put herself between you and the creep. You gave her a relieved smile.

“Hey,” you said to her, before the guy could speak up. “This guy was looking for a table. And can I get an extra menu for when my friend gets here?”

The waitress nodded, winking before she grabbed another menu for you, then she turned to the guy. “Come on, sir. We just cleared a booth inside for you,”

Your shoulders relaxed as the waitress led him away. Twenty minutes later, you spotted him at the bar, trying to make eye contact with you as the waitress brought a refill on your drink. You opened your phone to see if Winslow texted you back and your heart fell into your stomach at your notifications.

You clicked through, hoping it was a mistake.

You had accidentally texted William instead.

And his response came not even a minute after you sent your message. “On my way.”

He didn’t really live close by, and you started to text him back, telling him that he really didn’t need to, when you spotted him, rushing over to you, breathing heavy like he’d been running.

“Are you ok?” he asked immediately, eyes wide and concerned and you sighed, pushing out the seat across from you for him.

The waitress stuck her head outside and tilted her head at you, obviously concerned again, but you gave her a reassuring smile. Willy wouldn’t be a creep. And you were the idiot for texting the wrong person.

“You didn’t have to come. I meant to- I meant to text Wins. She lives like a block away.”

Willy’s face fell. “Shit. I can-”

You shook your head, remembering the guy at the bar, and then, with a little more sadness, the way you’d been treating Willy the last few months.

“No,” you sighed. “Stay.”

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Five minutes later, Willy had a matching margarita and the awkward silence had grown so deep that you were shifting in your seat at the discomfort of it all.

He hadn’t looked at you since he arrived.

You felt horrible.

You blinked, taking a deep breath. You knew you owed him an apology at least. And probably an explanation. And then you both could move on or whatever you both wanted to do.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, pushing your margarita away a little. The waitress arrived with your food and he ordered his, and you let that ‘sorry’ hang between you in the meanwhile.

As soon as the waitress walked away, Willy looked at you. Properly looked. And you could read the sadness there so well it was like you hadn’t spent months avoiding him. You still knew him.

You still missed him.

“For what?” he croaked, not bothering to hide the bitter bite to his words.

You winced. You deserved that. “I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Ghosting me,” he corrected.

You nodded, allowing him that. “It’s not an excuse,” you said quietly. “But I was scared.”

William put his drink down, blinking at you in shock. Like that wasn’t what he expected you to say. “Scared?”

You nodded, a lump in your throat.

“Why?” he continued. “What did I do? Like… fuck. I don’t want to bother you or be creepy or unwanted or whatever, but I just want to know what I did, y/n.”

Sighing, you fiddled with your sunglasses, trying to find something to do with your hands. “I just… That day. With the smoothies.”

He nodded, thick arms crossed over his chest. He leaned back in his chair, taking you in with an obviously forced calm.

“Kappy thought we were like… together,” you said quietly.

Willy sighed. “And rather than talk it through with me, you decided to run?”

You put the sunglasses down, rubbing your temples as you nodded. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I freaked out. I- I liked what we had. You’re busy and I’m busy and what we had was good and it wasn’t stressful and there wasn’t any pressure and I was happy and then all of a sudden there was all this pressure.”

“And you weren’t happy,” William filled in, voice still hard.

“I was scared, William,” you shot back. “I was scared because there was suddenly too much pressure and expectations and it stopped feeling like just me and my best friend. There was all this subtext and just-”

“Pressure,” he finished.

You nodded sadly, swallowing around the lump in your throat.

“So you figured, you could just burn it all down, then, right? Just… screw it up ahead of time before it had a chance to get screwed up?”

“Listen,” you said, a little tired of being made to feel small. You already were angry at yourself for this. You already were sad about this. Him making it worse when you just needed to explain didn’t help. “I’m trying to explain. If you want to berate me afterwards, and make me feel shittier than I already do, go ahead, but let me finish first for fuck’s sake.”

Willy nodded. “Yeah. Sorry,” he said quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Like he was going to smile.

“Is something funny?” You scowled at him, grabbing for your margarita.

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, then sighing. His smile was soft, fond. And it ate at your heart. “It’s just… that was you again. That was- I missed that.”

“Me yelling at you?” you raised an eyebrow.

Willy shrugged. “You just… getting all worked up about something. You’re always passionate about something and I just- I missed that…”

Your shoulders slumped. “I missed you.”

Your quiet admission seemed to stop him for a second, then he reached out and put his hand over yours. You were glad he didn’t question it, try and make you feel worse, like you didn’t miss him. Because you know you fucked up. And you know you missed him.

“Can we just-” you continued, flipping your hand over under his so you could link your fingers with his loosely. “Can we start over? Be like we were before?”

William looked at you, his eyes wide and earnest.

“No.”

You stilled, feeling your body tense up again, but he ran his thumb over the back of your hand once and you tried to relax into the familiar, and very much missed, feeling.

“No?” you repeated back, confused.

“No,” he said again. “I’m gonna… Ok, all cards on the table here, y/n. I wanted that. What Kappy thought? I wanted that. A lot. I still… uh… I still do.”

Your shoulders tensed and you could feel all those pressures start to sink you again, but he kept hold of your hand and squeezed, before continuing.

“I just… I know you said you don’t want the pressure, but why can’t we be in a relationship and still be us?” he asked simply. “Why can’t we do the same thing as before, just with a different name. We were good together, y/n. Like a team. You were happy and I was happy. Why would we change that? We just call it what it is. Because I don’t love you any less as friends than I do right now or if we were together. I still love you the same. I’m still the same me. If you weren’t the same you, I wouldn’t want this.”

You blinked a few seconds, and you could see exactly when the hope started to drain from his eyes.

“Please,” he said quietly “Did that make sense?”

Slowly, you nodded. You hadn’t thought of it like that before. You thought, dating, the title, meant that you’d have to put your school on a lower priority, that he’d be too busy with hockey. “We wouldn’t have to change?” you repeated. “Because I can’t- I have school and you have hockey and we’re both so busy and-”

“No change,” he assured you, squeezing your hand again. “Just you and me. I trust you. I hope you could trust me. I don’t need hours long conversations every night. I’m cool to just text you stupid memes and talk when we both have the time, around my hockey and your school.”

“And you wouldn’t… like… I don’t know… resent that, or whatever?” You were putting your insecurities right out there for him. You owed him that much. And what he was saying… if he meant it… well it didn’t sound like the worst idea.

His face went all soft and he gave you that smile that made his eyes go all crinkly in the corners and you felt a warmth settle through you. “The only thing I’d resent,” he said quietly. “Is if you felt like I forced you to put your life on hold. I knew your priorities going into this. I knew your schedule and all the shit going on in your life when I fell in love with you.”

Love. Wow. You were surprised at how easy that felt to hear. “I’m not-” you said quietly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to say that yet. But um… I want to. Eventually. And I… I’d like to try this.”

You did care for him. And you missed him. And you knew you’d be doing a fair bit of trying to make this up to him, but he was being a lot more understanding than you’d ever have expected from him. You weren’t sure you deserved that, but it meant a lot that he trusted you like this. That he wanted this despite what you’d done, how you’d treated him.

“I know I need to get better at um… at communicating. I might not be like… great at it… like immediately or whatever,” you continued. “But I’ll try. And I won’t shut you out again. But if I start to like… pull away, just… remind me?”

Willy was blinking at like you like you weren’t real and you were a little concerned, until he finally got up, stepping around to your side of the table and dropping into the chair next to you. He cradled your face in his hands and you leaned your forehead against his, just breathing in his air for a moment.

He still didn’t say anything.

“So… we’re uh… good? We’re doing this?” you asked, a nervous giggle escaping your lips.

“Yeah,” he croaked and you saw his grin, wide and bright. “We’re doing this.”

“Maybe this time tell Kappy to get some boundaries, maybe, though?” you teased, leaning forward just enough to brush your lips over his. It was electric and right and you realized how comfortable it was with him. You didn’t need to skew your ideas of what worked to be in a relationship with him. It worked just as it was.

It started with Instagram.

You hadn’t thought anything of it, posting to your story about how excited you were to go to the NWHL All Star Weekend. You’d saved up for months, treated yourself to a nice hotel room, and you were all ready and dolled up, wearing your Hilary Knight jersey and a backwards cap with a bi pride flag on it. You’d managed to get a picture of your back and posted it to your insta story. You location-tagged your hotel (it was fancy, you were a little proud that you’d saved up enough to treat yourself there) and you only hesitated a moment before deciding to tag Hilary herself in it, too. You hadn’t expected a response, you hadn’t even really expected her to see it. And if she did, it was just so she knew she had some support there coming from you.

Ten minutes later as you brushed your teeth, your phone pinged with a notification.

Lookin good! 😍 🙌

At first, you thought it was from your friends, but then you saw the username and nearly dropped your phone in the bathroom sink.

Hilary. Knight.

Holyshit.

You eventually got your shit together, but you were still too afraid to answer, so you just let it be. Until later when you got to the rink to watch the skills competition. You were right at the glass from the get-go, taking as many pictures on your phone as you could. At one point, Hilary skated right past you, no helmet on, grinning wildly. You got an incredible close-up. She looked so happy, so free, so beautiful.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you opened your Insta DMs and sent the pic to Hilary with the exact same thing she’d sent you earlier.

Lookin good! 😍 🙌

You settled in to watch the skills competition and nearly forgot about the message until you got back to your hotel afterwards. The all-star game itself wasn’t until the next day and you had some time to kill, wondering if you should grab dinner or something. You opened up UberEats when a notification came through on your phone.

Hilary Knight followed you on Instagram.

You were still staring at the phone in your hands with complete shock when a second notification came through. Another DM. From her.

Great pic 😉

You clicked the notification and just stared at the message for a while as a second one came through.

Looks like we’re staying in the same hotel. I’m meeting a friend for drinks and we’re grabbing dinner at the hotel restaurant after. You want to join?

You blinked a few times as a third came through. Then more.

Nothing funny or anything (I mean you’re gorgeous but I don’t want to assume that bi = you’re into threesomes because fuck that’s annoying, right?)

But also if you want to, I sure wouldn’t say no.

He probably wouldn’t either.

But no pressure, seriously.

Love to buy you dinner, though. At least as a thanks for taking that dope pic (can I post that btw?)

Ok now that I’ve sent you like 30 messages I’m just gonna let you do your thing here 👉👉

It took you the better part of a minute to get over the shock and answer.

Yes. To all of it. Yes to posting the picture, yes to dinner or drinks, and maybe yes to other things?

Your answer came back immediately.

👍 Meet you at the bar at the restaurant in 30?

You sent a thumbs up emoji back. Then, after a little debate, you followed up with your phone number. Just in case.

You took a quick shower, shaving and exfoliating as much as you could in the limited time you had. You toweled off and checked your phone to find a text from a new number.

It’s Hilary. From Instagram. Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Y/N 😄

You didn’t pack all that much with you, but you managed to find a yellow cotton dress that looked cute and was comfortable. You’d planned on wearing it on your drive home so you didn’t have to bother with jeans, but it was your cutest option at the moment. You put on some makeup and a little product in your damp hair to make sure it didn’t get too frizzy and declared yourself the best you could get with your limited resources. You sent off a quick text to Hilary.

On my way 😃

You got down to the bar, looking for Hilary and her friend. You saw her long hair and approached slowly, only pausing when you saw who her friend was.

“A buddy” turned out to be Freddie fucking Andersen.

And he looked just as good as Hilary did.

Jesus, you weren’t sure you’d survive this dinner.

You did survive the dinner. Hilary was warm and engaging. Freddie had introduced himself to you quietly, but eventually, he was just as welcoming as Hilary. You weren’t great at social situations with new people normally, but talking with them was easy. Hilary’s bright enthusiasm and Freddie’s dry humour meshed perfectly and had you feeling completely at ease. You weren’t sure if the aforementioned “other things” were still on the table. You would be absolutely down if they were, but even if they weren’t, you enjoyed dinner and thought you may have found one, or even two new friends.

The three of you split a giant chocolate lava cake, crowded together in the half-circle booth. You giggled to yourself as Hilary took a piece right off of Freddie’s spoon and Freddie gasped in mock-shock.

You leaned forward to grab a spoonful of the homemade whipped cream and you felt a hand slide across your lower back. You turned toward Hilary, grinning so that the woman didn’t move her hand away. You settled back against her, enjoying the feeling of her thumb sliding back and forth over the soft fabric of your dress. Her hand went higher to settle her arm around your shoulders and you noticed on a quick glance that Freddie seemed to be enjoying you licking the whipped cream off your spoon.

Maybe those Other Things were still on the table, after all.

Hilary leaned close to your ear, your hair tickling your neck as she whispered. “My room? And do we invite Fred?”

Okay. Definitely on the table.

“Yeah,” you breathed, leaning into Hilary. “And yeah.”

Hilary’s room was a few floors up from yours and the elevator ride was humming with unspoken energy. Hilary’s arm was still around your shoulders and Freddie was looking at the two of you as though you were the real dessert.

You looked between them. “Are you two… like… together?”

Freddie shook his head no. “We used to be, but we’re just friends now.”

“Sometimes we meet up when we’re both in the same place,” Hilary added. “But yeah. Just friends, now.”

You blamed your nerves for the lack of brain-to-mouth filter when you spoke next. “Too much gorgeous for one relationship?”

Hilary snorted and turned to press a kiss to your temple. “Something like that, babe,” she said against your hair.

When you got into Hilary’s room, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and you turned to Freddie. He approached you slowly, reaching out toward you but halting his hand.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “You’re definitely okay with this?”

You smiled softly, stepping closer and grabbing his hand to put it on your hip yourself. His large fingers curled into your soft skin as he dipped down to kiss you slow and searching. He was a patient kisser, coaxing your lips open and by the time you pulled apart for air, you weren’t quite sure you remembered how to breathe.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” you heard from behind you. You turned toward Hilary, Freddie’s hand still on your hip.

Where Freddie was a patient, intense kisser, Hilary was indulgent and fiery. She read you instantly, finding what you liked and chasing it down with a firm tenacity. She pulled your lower lip between her teeth before swallowing your resulting whimper in another kiss, deep and bruising enough that it pushed you back into Freddie’s chest.

Freddie’s hands slid around between you and Hilary, hands splaying across your stomach. You weren’t built like either of them, nor were you all that thin. You flinched a little away from his hand, a little self-conscious about the soft skin he found there.

“Stop that,” Freddie said, voice gruff as he moved one hand to pull your hair to one side so Hilary could suck a bruise into your neck. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You felt your cheeks redden, and it only got worse when Hilary nipped at the newly-created hickey before agreeing. “He’s right.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Anything that came to mind was either self-deprecating or just awkward so you opted for letting it go and tugging at Hilary’s blouse until she relented, stepping back just long enough to tug it up and over her head.

Jesus Christ. Her arms. “Just fuck me up,” you thought, only realizing you actually said it out loud when Freddie chuckled and Hilary all-out laughed. She was still grinning when she pulled you into another kiss.

Freddie had moved into your peripheral vision, pulling off his grey henley and undershirt. You lost track of him for a moment as you closed your eyes, one hand sliding up to the soft cotton of Hilary’s bra, tugging one of the cups down to thumb at her nipple. Freddie moved back behind you and you leaned back, using him as a bit of a wall.

Hilary arched into your hand and you repeated it with your other hand, shifting a little so her legs were straddling your thigh. She shifted one of her legs up, Freddie seamlessly grabbing her thigh so she could roll her hips into your thigh. Her lips were pink and puffy and she looked so fucking beautiful.

“Bed?” you asked them both and the three of you reluctantly untangled. Hilary pushed her jeans down, stepping out of them before guiding you to the bed. She’d hiked your dress up over your hips before you sat down. You marveled at her coordination as she pulled your dress over your head while simultaneously settling herself on your lap. Your hands slid up her thighs, feeling her muscles flex beneath your palms. Freddie was standing, silently watching and lazily palming himself through his jeans.

“Fred and I are probably gonna fight over who gets to eat you out, fair warning,” Hilary hummed against your lips and you cut your eyes to Freddie, then back.

“Both?” you grinned as you pulled away, unhooking Hilary’s bra and tossing it aside. “Both is good.”

“I like the way you think,” Hilary laughed. Her laugh quickly turned into a moan as you slid a hand between her legs. You could feel her wet through the cotton of her panties and you shifted a little, tightening your thighs in response to the warm heat that rushed through you.

“Freddie?” you finally asked, reaching out to him. You felt a little bad he was so quiet, just watching for a bit. He seemed fine with it though, but just as happy to step out of his jeans and kneel on the bed, catching your lips again. He started to unhook your bra strap as Hilary worked her lips up his neck. When he finally pulled his lips from yours to catch Hilary’s, you watched, dazed for a moment before finishing what Freddie started and getting your bra out of the way.

They moved seamlessly together and watching them was like watching a secretive, sensual dance and you shivered a little at the idea that you not only got to witness this beauty, but also participate.

Freddie broke the kiss and guided you back to lie in the center of the bed, eyes trailing over your body as he gazed approvingly. “Since I’m a gentleman,” he said, teasing as he smirked at Hilary. “You can taste her first.”

Freddie ignored Hilary’s triumphant grin as he tipped his head to kiss across your collarbone and down your chest between your breasts. You were pretty well-endowed, but you’d never really considered your breasts a huge erogenous zone before. As Freddie’s stubble scraped over your nipple before he flicked his tongue across it, you realized may have been mistaken.

Hilary, meanwhile, was sucking little bruises into the skin of your hips, still teasing around your panties. She nuzzled over your center, still covered by the soft cotton, and breathed you in. You rolled your hips toward her and whined low in your throat.

Freddie swallowed your moan in a kiss as he palmed your breasts, causing you to arch up into him. You felt all lit up, just shy of overwhelmed from the attention you were getting. You needed something to focus on, so you slid your hand into Freddie’s boxer-briefs and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock. You stroked lightly, but mostly you just wanted to feel the weight of him in your hand, occasionally thumbing over the slit, spreading drops of precum around the head.

By the time Hilary finally stopped teasing and started working your panties down your legs, Freddie was lazily fucking into your hand while he alternated teasing at your breasts with his mouth and kissing you slow and tender.

Finally, you felt Hilary’s mouth on you. She spread your lips apart with her fingers and licked the flat of her tongue up your slit slow and hard. You whimpered into Freddie’s mouth, eventually breaking the kiss when Hilary’s lips closed around your folds, sucking them into her mouth.

“Please,” you whimpered, not even knowing what you were begging for.

Hilary moved your thighs over her shoulders then zig-zagged her tongue over your clit. Your thighs shivered, feeling the muscles jump without you even trying.

“So beautiful,” Freddie said, sliding a hand down one of your thighs, squeezing, then giving it a little slap and watching it jiggle. You flushed, a little embarrassed but he pinned you with a look.

“I mean it,” he said, moving back up your body to nibble at your jawline. “I wish Hils brought her strap-on. You’d look so good with your legs wrapped around her while she fucks you.”

“Guess you’ll have to do it instead,” you said, your voice breathy as Hilary worked her mouth over your pussy. You felt her chuckle against you as she slid two fingers into you. You arched into it, seeking more until she crooked her fingers up and the pads slid across your G-spot.

“Guess I will,” Freddie agreed, grinning and palming his cock. “Keep it warm until then?”

You nodded and opened your mouth, tongue covering your bottom teeth. He reached up to put a few pillows under your shoulders and head, making sure you were comfortable before sliding his cock into your mouth, just enough so that you didn’t choke. You tasted the salty precum. You closed your mouth over him, suckling lightly, but he shook his head. “Just like this. Is that okay?”

You nodded as much as you could, keeping your mouth still, just letting his cock rest in your mouth. He cupped your cheek in his hand, running his thumb across your cheekbone. “So beautiful,” he breathed. “So good for us. Is Hils making you feel good, darling?”

You hummed your assent against his cock and he grinned, keeping his hand on your cheek and a steady stream of dirty talk that was, quite frankly, doing a lot for you.

Soon enough, Hilary had your thighs shivering around her head as you came hard, your cry muffled by Freddie’s cock. Hilary kissed her way back up your body, and Freddie took his cock out. You had just enough time to suck in a breath before Hilary’s lips captured yours. Freddie’s hand went between your legs, staying away from your still oversensitive clit.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked, sliding three thick fingers into you. You whimpered and nodded against Hilary’s lips.

You broke the kiss. “Yeah and-” you broke off on a sigh as he slowly slid his fingers in and out.

“And what?” Hilary prompted, passing her hand over your breasts, then down your ribs. “What do you want, babe?”

“I want-” you breathed, trying to gather your thoughts into words and make those words come out of your mouth. It was a lot harder than you thought, but eventually, you choked it out. “Want you to ride my face while- while he fucks me. Want my mouth on you.”

“Fuck,” the word sounded like it’d been punched out of Hilary and she stopped her gentle exploration to reward you with a hard, deep kiss. “Fuck yes, baby. That sounds- yes.”

“Just-” you added quietly, not wanting to disappoint them, but the way they both immediately stopped and listened to you had you relaxing and feeling warm. You turned your gaze to Freddie. “Be a little gentle at first? I get uh… oversensitive for awhile after…”

Freddie nodded and settled between your thighs, dipping to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Of course, dove. Of course.”

Freddie hiked you up a little, then slowly, gently, patiently slid into you and you breathed out slowly, feeling the best kind of full. Hilary put her hand on your cheek, guiding you to look at her.

“You ready?” she asked.

You nodded, more than a little desperate to taste her.

“Keep your hands on my thighs and tap if you need me to get up, babe, okay?” she asked and you nodded, nearly making grabby hands for her as she settled over your face.

“Love watching this,” Freddie said, rocking slow and patient in and out of you.

Hilary grabbed onto the headboard and slowly lowered herself onto you. You opened your mouth, flattened out your tongue and let her settle the flat of your tongue exactly where she wanted it. You lapped slow, moving in tandem with Hilary’s gyrating hips. Freddie’s cock felt perfect, just keeping you turned on while you ate Hilary out from under her.

You speared your tongue at her entrance while the tip of your nose brushed her clit and you two kept a slow, steady build up for a while, giving you time to breathe and her time to build up to a good orgasm. You could tell when she got closer because she let her body do the talking for exactly what she wanted. Eventually, she was just grinding her clit down on your outstretched tongue while her thighs shivered beneath your palms. Freddie sped up his thrusts, moving a little faster and a great deal harder as Hilary slowly moved off of you.

After a few moments, you pushed at Freddie’s chest before turning the two of you over so you could ride him.

“Jesus, you look good like this,” Freddie breathed as you started grinding down on him. You started off slow, but you could tell he wanted more. You leaned forward a little, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, and moved faster. You felt Hilary’s lips on your neck and her hand between your legs, sliding across your clit.

“Fuck I’m gonna…. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna-” you started, breath stuttering.

“S’fine,” Freddie said, digging his heels into the bed and thrusting up to meet you, finding a speed that worked for him. “I’m close too, babe.”

You shuddered and came around Freddie and not long after, you felt his hands tighten on your thighs and he held himself up as he finished into the condom.

You moved off of him on shaking legs, and fell to the bed. Hilary curled up beside you and Freddie took a few breaths before getting up to dispose of the condom. He came back with two warm rags, carefully cleaning both you and Hilary up before curling up on your other side.

“That was… holy shit…” you finally said and you felt Hilary grin against the bare skin of your shoulder blade.

“Yeah? Glad you enjoyed,” Hilary said, twining her fingers with yours and settling your joined hands on your hip.

“I never actually got to taste you, dove,” Freddie said as he hit the light on the nightstand then rolled over and threw his leg over the two of you. “In the morning? Then I’ll take you both to breakfast. I know a good place.”

You hummed an assent and gave a sleepy nod.

“Damn gentleman, you are,” Hilary said, nuzzling into your neck. “Sounds good, though, Fred.”

Hilary then nudged you a little. “Fred’s got plans tomorrow night though but I’d love it if you stayed in town a little longer, Y/N.”

You were more than a little shocked at her admission, but you quickly recovered. “Y-yeah. Absolutely. Yeah.”