#xiyuan

you should’ve left the room the second nicholas passed you the blunt with that lazy little smirk.

but you didn’t. you stayed. and now? your thighs are pressed tight together on that too-soft couch, squeezed right between two boys who’ve been in a silent pissing match for the past twenty minutes.

nicholas has one arm thrown behind your head, legs splayed like he owns the fucking couch. ej’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, letting smoke roll slow from his mouth while his eyes stay locked on yours. he hasn't even touched the joint yet.

n: "you’re gonna tap out already?"

his voice drips cocky, half a laugh, fingers brushing over your bare thigh like it’s casual.

ej: "don’t need to be high to know she’s already squirming."

you: "i’m not squirming."

lie. because the tension is thicker than the smoke in your lungs, and they both see it. nicholas leans in closer, lips ghosting your ear.

n: "wanna know something?"

you: "what?"

n: "ej’s been staring at you all night like he’s waiting for me to get outta the way."

your breath hitches, and ej lets out a soft scoff.

ej: "shut the fuck up."

n: "go on. show her."

nicholas doesn't move. doesn’t even blink. just tilts his chin toward you like he’s giving permission. and ej? he grabs your jaw and kisses you so hard you whimper, heat pooling between your legs instantly. it’s messy, tongue and teeth, all frustration and when he pulls away, he’s breathing hard.

ej: "you wanna be smart? then you can watch while i ruin her first."

you don’t even get a word in before he’s pulling you into his lap, fingers tugging at your shorts, his voice low and dark in your ear.

ej: "sit still, baby. lemme taste you."

your back hits the cushions as ej drops to his knees. nicholas just watches, one hand palming himself through his sweats, pupils blown.

n: "make it quick. my turn next."

ej doesn’t give you time to think. just yanks your panties aside and buries his face between your thighs, licking like a man starved. he groans into your pussy when your hips twitch, your fingers grabbing his hair.

you: "ej- oh my god, slow down-"

ej: "nah. been waiting to shut you up all fucking night."

nicholas huffs a laugh, then shifts forward, thumb grazing your lips.

n: "use your mouth, sweetheart. i know you know how."

you open for him automatically, taking him deep, gagging just a little when he hits the back of your throat. and it only makes him groan louder.

n: "fuck- look at you. choking while he eats you out? think i’ll keep you like this."

ej pulls back just long enough to slap your pussy, watching you jolt.

ej: "you like that? greedy little thing. one in your mouth, one on your clit, still not enough?"

he slides two fingers inside you while his mouth finds your clit again. tongue flicking fast, pressure perfect and nicholas grits his teeth when you moan around his cock.

n: "she’s gonna cum."

ej: "not yet."

you sob. it’s too much. their voices, the pressure, the pace. your body’s buzzing and burning and right on the fucking edge. then you’re cumming. hard. thighs shaking, mouth falling open, drool spilling around nicholas’s cock. ej doesn’t stop. nicholas doesn’t stop. your mind goes white.

and when you finally crash, limp between them, ej’s lips are glistening and nicholas’s knuckles are white.

n: "hope you’re not done."

ej: "she’s not."

your vision’s blurry. there’s a warm ache in your core, your throat’s raw, and your legs feel like jello. you barely register it when ej drags you back up into his lap again. not until the hard weight of his cock presses against your slick heat.

ej: "tired already?"

you: "...please."

ej: "not a fucking answer."

he slaps your ass. not once. not twice. three sharp smacks that make you jolt forward. right onto nicholas’s lap again.

n: "guess she wants both."

you shake your head, but your hips roll without your permission. ej lines himself up from behind, dragging the fat head of his cock through your folds, while nicho tilts your chin up.

n: "what happened to that mouth? did you go dumb for us already?"

you: "i’m- fuck, i’m not-"

ej: "nah, you are. you're dripping. you want us to ruin you."

you whimper when ej pushes in. deep. one smooth thrust, balls pressing against your ass. you scream into nicho’s chest and he hisses between his teeth, holding you still as ej starts to move.

you can’t think. you can’t even breathe. ej pounds into you with hard, punishing strokes. mean on purpose, just to hear you cry. and nicholas? he just watches, cock in hand, eyes glued to where ej’s stretching you open.

n: "bet you’re about to squirt all over him again."

ej: "she better."

your nails scrape down ej’s thighs as you bounce helplessly, every slam of his hips knocking the air out of your lungs. your pussy flutters and clamps, wetter than you’ve ever been, and suddenly it hits.

hard.

you squirt. again. violently, soaking both of them, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you sob into nicho’s neck.

you: "fuck- ej, i can’t- it’s too much-"

ej: "take it."

he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t slow down. your juices coat his thighs, the couch, his abs. and he just holds you tighter.

n: "switch."

ej’s still inside you when nicholas shifts forward, lifts your face, and kisses you. open-mouthed, tongue-first, filthy. then he pulls you off ej’s cock. still twitching, soaked. and onto his own lap.

you: "no- wait- i can’t-"

n: "yes you fucking can."

nicholas doesn’t tease. he slides in right away, deeper than ej, thicker maybe, and your body screams. your pussy clenches, overwhelmed, fucked-out. and he growls when you squeeze around him.

n: "shit. you’re soaked. loose for him, still tight for me. perfect little thing."

ej strokes himself watching you. watching your mouth fall open as nicho fucks into you, deep and relentless, hand wrapped around your throat.

ej: "one more. give us one more."

you: "i’m- fuck, i’m gonna- i’m-!"

you squirt again. it gushes down nicho’s thighs, makes ej moan out loud, and your body goes limp, too far gone to fake a protest. nicho holds you through it, still inside, twitching, jaw clenched.

n: "not pulling out."

ej: "neither am i."

you’re shaking. twitching. dripping. wrecked.

you’re full. so full. thighs sticky with come, drool on your chin, and your body limp between them. your cunt pulses around nothing when nicho pulls out. ej's cum already inside you. and nicho’s? dripping out, thick and slow.

but the break doesn't last long. ej crouches in front of you on the floor, thumb lifting your chin.

ej: "you good?"

you: "...mhmm."

ej: "she's still twitching. needy little slut."

nicholas lets out a dark laugh, eyes flicking to your thighs.

n: "look at this mess. our mess."

your legs shake when ej spreads them again. your folds are glossy and ruined, puffy from the stretch, glistening with both their loads. ej spits on your clit without warning.

you: "fuck-!"

he doesn’t let up. not for a second. tongue sliding between your folds, sloppy and greedy, nose pressed against your clit until your hips buck. nicho strokes himself behind you, watching ej ruin you all over again.

ej: "keep her open."

nicholas hooks both arms under your thighs, lifts you onto the coffee table like you weigh nothing. ej eats you out like he’s starving. fingers pumping into your soaked cunt, licking through the mix of their cum and your release like he likes the taste.

you: "ej- i can’t- i’m gonna cum again-"

ej: "good."

when you squirt this time, it floods. your body jerks up off the table and ej doesn’t stop. he groans into it, licking you clean, while nicho fists his cock and steps closer.

n: "open up."

you can’t think. you’re already crying, eyes glassy, makeup ruined. but you let him in. your lips part, and nicho pushes his cock in deep, deep enough to make your throat bulge.

n: "fucking take it."

he fucks your throat. slow at first, then rough. ej moves to hold your hips steady, and nicho uses your mouth like you were made for it.

ej: "squeezing my fingers like a whore. that’s what you are, right?"

you: "...mhm- fu- gmh-"

n: "can’t even speak. dumb on our cocks."

you gag, spit spilling out around his length, tears streaming down your cheeks as he holds your head still and thrusts in. when he cums, he does it down your throat, deep, grunting as he fucks the mess into you.

n: "swallow."

you do. eyes fluttering shut, legs trembling. ej kisses your clit once, then again, sucking gently just to watch you twitch.

ej: "look at her. ruined. ours."

you’re wrecked. they’re not even hard anymore. not yet, but your body still aches for them. filthy and full and begging for rest.

they carry you.

literally. ej scoops you up from the coffee table with one arm around your back, the other under your thighs, and nicho trails behind. still half-hard, still obsessed, still watching your body like he doesn’t know how to stop.

ej: "bath’s already runnin’. stay awake, pretty girl."

you: "...i’m tired."

n: "just a little longer, yeah? lemme take care of you."

they set you in the tub like you’re glass. lukewarm water, your favorite bath oil (ej remembered the name), soft rags and soft touches. nicho kneels outside the tub, resting his chin on the porcelain edge, big hand stroking your knee slow and lazy.

n: "you did so good."

ej’s behind you, gently rinsing your hair, fingertips dragging across your scalp. his voice is low and fond, so full of something warm it makes your chest ache.

ej: "you’re perfect like this, angel."

your thighs are sore, pussy puffy, and your body’s still twitching every few minutes. overstimulated but satisfied. you lean back against ej’s chest with a soft little sigh, and nicho leans in to kiss your ankle.

you: "feels nice..."

n: "you are nice. too good to us."

ej: "nah. we’re good to you too."

you giggle. barely, just a tired breathy laugh while nicho rubs your foot and kisses your calf like you’re his whole world.

once you're clean, they both wrap you in towels and carry you back to bed. soft cotton sheets. your favorite hoodie. nicho makes sure you drink water. ej disappears for a second and comes back with strawberries and chocolate (he claims he found them in the fridge, but you know he planned this).

they feed you. literally.

nicho pops a berry in your mouth and kisses your cheek. ej tucks your hair behind your ear and massages your hips where they’re sore. and when it’s finally quiet. post bath, post snack, post a hundred kisses. you curl up between them. nicho wraps an arm over your waist. ej tangles a leg between yours. you breathe. deep and slow.

you: "...you guys are good at this."

ej: "at taking care of you?"

n: "or fucking?"

you: "...both."

they laugh. soft, warm, and proud. because yeah. they are. you fall asleep to nicho stroking your hair and ej whispering praise against your neck, and it’s everything you didn’t know you needed.