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She stifled a giggle behind her hand, watching from behind the camera as the two men in front of her fought to keep their composure. Y/N had been quietly dating TikTok legends Ignite and Sinclair for a few months now, and tonight was her first time helping behind the scenes of one of their chaotic live streams. Her job was simple—keep an eye on the chat, flag anything for the mods, and make sure her boys could focus on entertaining their thousands of adoring fans. She didn’t want to be seen. She just wanted to be near them.
Now and then, she’d point out a particularly funny comment, sending them into barely-concealed fits of laughter. No one watching knew she was there. That made it even more fun.
She glanced back down at her screen, catching a message in the flood of emojis and inside jokes:
“Is that lipstick on your neck, Nite??? Sin wears lipstick?”
Her smirk was instant. The corner of Nite’s mask had slipped just enough to reveal a faint smear of berry-red—proof of where she’d been not ten minutes before they went live.
She looked up just in time to catch their reaction. Both Nite and Sin scanned the comment, then looked straight past the lens, locking eyes with her. She scooted closer to the edge of the couch, fluttering her lashes like the innocent little secret she was.
Nite’s lips curled in a devilish grin as he side-eyed Sin. Sin shook his head slightly, trying not to break. But Chat was relentless—demanding to know the shade.
Nite, clearly enjoying himself, scribbled on his whiteboard:
“Don’t be shy baby what shade?”
Sin reached for his board, but Nite caught his chin in one gloved hand, stroking a thumb across his mask-covered lips. The reaction was immediate—Sin's posture slackened, the bravado faltering just a little. Y/N’s thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Then the teasing really began.
Sin tried to recover, but Nite was on a roll—grabbing him by the waist and effortlessly lifting him onto his shoulder like a prize. The stream exploded with laughter and hearts as Nite delivered a playful swat to Sin’s ass. Sin yelped, grabbing his whiteboard and using it to cover the sudden... reaction.
Y/N could hardly keep her cool. Watching the dominance play out in real time was wildly different from seeing it through a screen. She bit her bottom lip, eyes locked on her boys—her pulse quickening when Sin looked her way. There was something in his stare this time, something darker.
She winked.
And just like that, his whole demeanor shifted. His gaze burned through her. She felt the heat immediately. Nite must’ve noticed too—he glanced up and smirked like he knew exactly where this was heading.
The rest of the stream played out like normal—at least, for the audience. No one noticed the charged glances, the lingering touches, the mounting tension simmering just under the surface. But Y/N did. She felt every second of it.
As soon as the camera was off and the ‘Live Ended’ screen flickered into place, she started to rise from her seat—until Sin's hand pressed her firmly back down.
His voice was low, dangerous, thick with restraint.
“You think that was funny, baby?”
He crouched in front of her, eye-level, eyes dark and hungry.
Y/N met his gaze with wide eyes, but there was no innocence behind them—just challenge. Her lips curled into a smile, teasing. “You’re cute when you blush, Sin.”
His jaw clenched. That was strike one.
Behind him, Nite stood, arms crossed, watching them both with a lazy smirk. The mask stayed on—but that didn’t stop the intensity that rolled off him like smoke. He didn’t say a word. Just raised one brow as if to say Let’s see how far she wants to take this.
Sin’s hand slid to her throat, not tight, just a gentle pressure—reminding her who was really in charge when Nite wasn’t holding the leash.
“You’ve got a lot of mouth for someone who was on her knees earlier today.”
Y/N tilted her chin up into his touch. “You didn’t complain then.”
Strike two.
Sin’s other hand gripped her thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin just beneath her shorts. She squirmed, already soaked, already breathless. But Nite’s voice cut through the heat like a blade.
“Stop.”
Sin froze instantly, though his hand remained tight on her. His breathing was ragged, and Y/N could feel the tension vibrating through him. Nite stepped forward, calm and slow, until he was looming over both of them.
He reached out, tracing a gloved finger down Sin’s jaw, then to Y/N’s lips. “She wants to play,” he murmured. “But she doesn’t get to call the shots.”
Y/N leaned into his touch, lips parting, tongue brushing his fingertip. Nite chuckled low and dark.
“You’re such a needy little thing,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “But if you want to be a brat, you’ll have to earn what you’re begging for.”
She pouted. “I’m not begging.”
Nite glanced at Sin and smiled under the mask. “She will be.”
And with that, he turned Sin’s face toward him, pulling both masks up and kissing him—slow, possessive, tongue sweeping into Sin’s mouth like he owned it. Sin whimpered, torn between restraint and desire. Nite pulled back, keeping his eyes on Sin’s.
“Not yet,” he said. “Let her work for it.”
Y/N whined and shifted in her seat, thighs rubbing together for relief. Sin looked like he was ready to break through chains.
Nite stepped behind Y/N, pushing her hair to the side and grazing her neck with his teeth. “Go ahead,” he whispered. “Keep being a brat. See what it gets you.”
She arched her back deliberately, pressing her tits out, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Maybe I want both of you to break.”
Strike three.
Nite didn’t even look at Sin this time. “She’s yours.”
Sin practically growled as he surged forward, dragging Y/N down to the floor with him, flipping her onto her back. His mouth was on her throat instantly—biting, sucking, marking—while his hands tore her shorts off like they offended him. She gasped as the cool air hit her soaked panties, and then again when those were ripped away too.
“Fuck, baby,” Sin muttered against her skin. “Already this wet? You really do love pushing your luck.”
She moaned, legs falling open as he slid two fingers between her folds, teasing just enough to make her squirm. But she needed more—so much more.
Behind them, Nite stayed silent, watching, hand trailing slowly down the front of his pants, clearly hard, clearly enjoying the show.
Sin didn’t give her time to beg. He pushed into her with one smooth thrust, making her cry out, nails clawing at his back.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, snapping his hips forward.
“Ngh—Sin—fuck—!”
“Say it.”
“You—I—I belong to you—!”
Sin grinned darkly and leaned closer. “Louder. Let Nite hear you.”
“I belong to you, Sin—fuck—I—”
But Nite stepped forward again, kneeling beside them, voice low and dangerous.
“You belong to both of us, baby.”
Sin grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at both of them.
“You gonna behave now?”
She blinked up at them through tears, smirking through the haze of lust. “Make me.”
Nite laughed darkly. “Oh, she really doesn’t learn.”
He nodded at Sin.
“Flip her over.”
Sin didn’t hesitate. He pulled out with a snarl and flipped Y/N onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. Her cheek pressed to the carpet, breath ragged, ass high and waiting. Her thighs were slick, trembling, open for anything.
“Good boy,” Nite murmured from above, circling them like a wolf around prey. “Hold her down.”
Sin obeyed instantly, one hand on the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip. He lined up again and slid in hard, hips snapping forward so sharply it made her yelp.
"That's it," Nite breathed. "Fuck her like you’re trying to prove something.”
Sin growled, fucking her deep, fast, a little wild now. His control was slipping but he was still Nite’s — that much was clear. Every thrust had purpose. Every moan from Y/N made Sin drive deeper.
Nite knelt behind Sin, his gloved hand sliding up under the hem of his shirt, across taut muscle and sweat-damp skin. “You feel her clench around you when I touch you?” he whispered into Sin’s ear.
Sin shuddered, hips stuttering.
“She loves watching you fall apart for me. You like that, baby?” Nite asked, now addressing Y/N.
She whimpered a muffled yes, fingers clawing at the floor, pleasure blooming so hot it was bordering on unbearable.
Nite’s hand slipped behind Sin, taking the glove off and started to slowly circle his hole with his finger.
“You get to come when she does. Not before.”
Sin whimpered and nodded, panting into Y/N’s shoulder, sweat dripping from his hair onto her bare back.
Nite leaned over them both, fingers slowly entering Sin’s hole, other still gloved fingers wrapping around Y/N’s throat from behind, pressing her gently into the floor as Sin pounded into her. His voice dropped to a dark purr:
“Come on, baby. Let him feel it. Let me hear you fall apart.”
That’s all it took. Y/N shattered with a scream, legs shaking violently, clenching so tight around Sin he nearly sobbed. She writhed under both of them, her orgasm crashing like a wave, dragging Sin right over the edge.
“Fuck—Nite, please—can I—”
“Do it,” Nite growled. “Fill her up.”
Sin buried himself as deep as he could, hips locking tight as he groaned into her skin, coming hard, clutching her as if the world was ending.
And then—quiet.
Just for a moment.
All that heat and dominance and chaos settled into something quiet, something soft. Nite slid his hands off their bodies and let them breathe. Y/N was still trembling beneath Sin, who now collapsed gently onto her back, chest heaving.
Nite stroked Sin’s hair back, pulling the mask from his own face at last, pressing a kiss to Sin’s temple. “Good boy,” he whispered.
Sin made a broken little sound in return, half-exhale, half-prayer.
Nite moved around to Y/N’s front, helping guide her up, brushing hair from her sweat-slicked face. He leaned in, kissing her softly, reverently, like she was made of glass now that she was spent and blissed-out.
“You okay?” he asked, forehead pressed to hers.
She nodded, eyes glassy, voice a rasp. “Perfect.”
He smiled, then looked past her to Sin, who had wrapped himself around her back, arms holding tight. “Get her to bed. I’ll clean up.”
Sin scooped her up like she weighed nothing, kissing her bare shoulder as he whispered, “Told you you’d pay for that wink.”
She laughed weakly, curling into him. “Worth it.”
And Nite watched them go, still half-hard, satisfied, fingers curling into his palm.
He’d join them in a moment.
But first, he wanted to watch them be soft with each other. Because he knew, when he walked into that room, they'd both be his again.