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“you talk a lot of shit for a guy who’s, like, 5’2,” a familiar voice chuckled, rousing you from a peaceful slumber.
“shut up, dumbass, you’ll wake her up,” another, more effeminate voice spoke.
you opened your eyes to see your two boyfriends. ajax was carrying you koala-style into your shared apartment while scaramouche trailed behind him with his arms crossed. it was late, you figured. the last thing you remembered was falling asleep drunkenly on a couch at some frat party.
“see? i told you,” scaramouche huffed, “her eyes are open.”
you smiled fondly and nuzzled your face deeper in ajax’s warm shoulder.
“scara,” you mumbled sweetly, waving at him before grabbing ajax’s arm to stabilize your body, “hii..”
“well, it’s a win for me,” ajax shrugged, massaging circles into your hips and ass, “she’s cute when she’s drunk and tired.”
“whatever,” scaramouche pouted, unlocking the door for the three of you.
“are we having a sleepover?”
“we live here,” the short one scoffed, “how much did you drink, exactly?”
“she only had a little, she’s a lightweight. why do you think neither of us drink at parties when she comes?”
“because it tastes like ass, maybe.”
“fuck off,” ajax rolled his eyes, setting you down on the bed.
you laid back and sprawled out at the feeling of soft blankets and pillows.
“scara,” you hummed, grabbing a fistful of his jeans as he walked by and tugging so he stumbled onto the bed as well, “you look so cute in that outfit. i wanna cuddle you, c’mere.”
“what kind of heathen gets in bed with jeans on?” he replied, ruffling your hair and getting up to change. on the other side of the room, ajax had taken his sweatshirt off and was stretching his mouth-watering muscles. you kept quiet as you watched him work, “stop showing off, you’re such an ass.”
“it’s not my fault that you stopped growing at fifteen, nerd,” ajax stuck his tongue out and hopped onto the bed beside you, “hi, princess.”
you grinned when you felt him pull you into his lap, “are we going to bed?”
“can’t,” the purple haired man piped up, “i got an essay to finish for psych.”
“is it about your mommy issues?” ajax snorted as he tucked hair behind your ears and kissed your cold cheeks.
scaramouche shot a glare but didn’t respond, pulling on some sleep shorts and exiting the room.
“you,” ajax kissed your neck, “are absolutely adorable.”
you pawed are his chest and hummed, “i wanna suck you off.”
ajax choked on a laugh, pulling you in close, “didn’t you just want to go to bed?”
“i wanna suck it, though,” you muttered, pulling away from his touch to bend between his thighs, “like those babies and the.. the milk bottles.”
“you guys are fucking freaks,” scaramouche fake gagged as he climbed onto the bed.
“well, who am i to deny such a pretty lady?” ajax replied, watching as you fumbled with his boxers to take out his soft cock.
you fiendishly poked your ass in scara’s direction, tempting him with your short, tight dress riding up your plush thighs.
“good girl,” ajax purred when you licked a stripe up him, working him until he was half hard, “she’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”
you felt someone move your panties to the side and stroke up and down your slit, making your breath hitch as you got lost in the sensation.
“scara,,” you whined, unknowingly drooling on ajax’s neglected member, “inside.”
you heard him mumble something, finishing with “slut,” before he slid a finger into your dripping cunt.
“don’t forget about me, princess,” ajax took your chin between two fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.
“so—so good,,” you whimpered, “ajax…”
“take it in your mouth, sweetness.”
you obliged half heartedly, taking his cock down your throat and taking a hand to cup his sac.
scaramouche curled his finger inside you and you moaned in response, squeezing around him.
“all this from one finger,” he commented, voice dripping with a certain dangerous sweetness that rarely came from him, “you want more, pretty girl?”
you hummed around ajax in response, rubbing yourself back against the other.
“fucking hell,” ajax panted, throwing his head back and making desperate attempts to catch his breath.
another finger prodded at you before sliding in alongside the other with ease, and you felt scaramouche press against your back to whisper in your ear, “look at the mess you’ve made of him,” he giggled filthily, “suck on the tip.”
you did as you were told, pulling off to just the head and sucking while swirling your tongue around it.
ajax keened, back arching as he came in your mouth, “fuck,” his voice broke as he moaned, “fucking…!”
you swallowed everything he gave to you, pulling off of him and pressing loving kisses to his softening length. the fingers inside you curled and teased as you watched, laying your head against his lap while his cock twitched.
you shook and trembled when you felt yourself be overcome by an orgasm as well, hips wriggling desperately for more.
“good girl,” scaramouche purred.
he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your finish off in an impossibly seductive way. you hummed happily, crawling up to lay on ajax’s chest and fall asleep.
you had no idea whether you’d been asleep for a minute or an hour, but you did know that you were being fucked. hard. you opened your eyes again to the sound of skin-on-skin and ajax’s soft chest beneath you.
“she’s back, scara,” he kissed your forehead.
“slut finally got fucked awake, huh?”
“how—how long,” you choked on your words and obediently laid your head back down.
“just take it, princess,” ajax stroked your hair and locked your lips together in a kiss.
“‘m gonna,” you mumbled against his lips, “‘m gonna come..”
“let it out,” scaramouche grumbled, pulling your hips flush against his, “come for me.”
still half asleep and half awake, you unraveled at the hands of your lovers, “thank you,” you panted, “thank you, thank you..”
ajax praised you softly while you came down from your high, feeling your other boyfriend finish himself off inside you.
“sweet girl,” ajax smiled fondly at you as scaramouche pulled out, “so obedient. are you alright? he wasn’t too rough with you?”
“mmmn,” you groaned into his chest, “bedtime.”
“okay, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “scara, c’mere.”
ajax extended an arm for scaramouche to collapse in, and he did so without hesitation. his cock had been tucked away as he simply accepted the affection without a fight.
you rolled over and off ajax and into the hold of his free arm, “cuties,” he whispered as he pulled you both in close, pressing delicate kisses to the top of your heads.
“love you,” you muttered.
“i love you too,” ajax replied.
you heard scaramouche say something, but it was muffled by ajax’s chest. you didn’t ask him to repeat, you figured you knew what he said anyways.