#poly smut
1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”
4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
5) “You look good all soaking wet.”
6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”
8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”
13) “Touch yourself for me.”
14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”
16) “Shut up and take your pants off.”
17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”
18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
19) “Do you need me to finger you first?”
20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”
22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”
26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”
27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
29) “Take it off. Slowly.”
30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”
32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”
34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”
35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”
37) “Did I say you could stop?”
38) “I need you. Now!”
39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”
42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
43) “Don’t you want to play with me?
44) “Yes! I mean yes, Sir!”
45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”
48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”
49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”
50) “I only want to please you.”
51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
52) “Are you going to be good from now on?”
53) “Is that a tattoo?”
54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”
60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!”
61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
63) “Open your mouth.”
64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”
65) “Pull my hair!”
66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”
67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”
68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”
70) "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.”
75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”
77) “Tell me what you like.”
78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
80) “How do you feel about two at once?”
81) “Is that a thong?”
82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”
83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
84) “I love it when you dress up for me.”
85) “Did you dress up just for me?”
86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
87) “Think you can handle that much?”
88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.”
89) “Just pull the car over!”
90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”
92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”
93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”
94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”
95) “That tickles.”
96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?”
97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.”
99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”
100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”
I AM TAKING SIN REQUESTS FOR THE SEA THREE! Just send a number (or two I don’t really care) and I’ll get a oneshot up as soon as I can! I really would like some requests from you guys!
Pairings:poly!Sea Three (Harry x Uma x Gil)
Summary:In his own drunken stupor, Harry gets a little bratty towards his captain. He soon learns that is nota good idea.
Word Count: 3,489
Warnings:underage drinking/partying, choking, sub!Gil, brat!Harry, dom!Uma, this is also on AO3 so if you want all EXPLICIT tags then you can check it out there.
Author’s Note: Requested by @theamericanjewitch and follows smut dialogue prompts #8 and #79, prompts will be in bold
The music roared throughout the dorm halls. Pumping like the blood roaring through all of their veins. They never thought that, after the life they had lived so far, they could be so happy. So elated, so excited for what’s to come. So…so…so DRUNK. It started out tame at first, the three of them took a quick shot with all of the other pirates to celebrate not only their admission into Auradon Prep, but the permanent banishing of the barrier and their successful attempt at getting all of the pirates roomed in the same hall. Then, music started playing, pirates started playing ‘Vodka Pong,’ and the next thing they knew, Uma, Harry, and Gil were getting pretty close to shit-faced.
Due to her incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, Uma doesn’t change much when she’s drunk. She may slur her words a bit or stumble on a stair step, but her mind remains relatively normal other than a pretty large increase of confidence. Anybody who thought that Uma was arrogant on the Isle likely got said impression because they either let Mal’s rumors about her stick in their head or their first meeting with her was while she was drunk. When Uma’s drunk, she truly sees herself as the walking sea witch goddess that Harry and Gil (mostly Harry) make her out to be on a daily basis. She can be found proudly dancing and singing on tables or challenging anybody and everybody to a shotgunning contest. Drunk or sober, she’s always young and wild, but when she’s drunk..she finally feels free.
Contrary to most of the Lost Revenge crew, Gil doesn’t drink very often. He either doesn’t like the taste, doesn’t see a reason, or just isn’t in the mood for it. The bad news about this is that it causes such a low tolerance that the pirates never let it go. The good news? Gil is the best person to be around when you’re drunk. Either he’s sober and helps you get home safe or, if he’s drunk with you, he gets 100 times more protective and compassionate. At drunken times like this, you’ll find Gil stopping fights between the pirates, hyping up his partners as they engage in their own alcohol-driven stupor, or cheering up the crying drunks in a nearby bathroom.
But Harry? Harry gets horny and bratty as all hell.
The three pirates were happily dancing in the middle of a joyous, chaotic clump. Uma swayed her hips, singing and laughing with her boyfriends sandwiching her. Normally, it’d be way too crowded for her taste. But tonight was a celebration, one that they’d never get to experience fully ever again. She flipped her long hair behind her and let any kind of problem fall away as she grabbed Gil’s hands and raised his arms to the air, waving them around. Harry danced behind her, taking in every curve and sway he saw. It was already enough that he saw her as this goddess with no physical flaw in sight on a normal day. But with the alcohol flowing through his veins like blood, it was hard to keep his hands off of her. He placed his hands on her hips and leaned in close, hoping she’d be able to hear him over the bumping music. “I hope you don’t mind me getting this close, Captain.” He whispered, leaving a couple of small pecks up her neck and looking up to Gil with a seductive smirk.
“Of course I don’t mind, especially when it’s the two of you.” Uma answered, leaning her head back against his chest as she began to grind her hips a bit closer to his. She took Gil’s hand and pulled it so he was mere inches away from her. With a grin, she pulled Gil in for a passionate, heated kiss. Their tongues quickly intertwined like a gorgeous pirate’s knot as Harry could do nothing but nibble Uma’s earlobe as his pants began to grow tight. Usually, it’d be easier for Harry to contain himself in public settings like these. But, with the rum flowing through his veins so rapidly and Uma and Gil looking as beautiful as they did, it didn’t take long for Harry’s fingers to find their way around Uma’s neck. His long digits roamed across her skin like a hand eager to turn the page of an old book. In response, Uma quickly turned around and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“You know the rules, Harry. No playing in public. Get control of yourself.” Harry quietly whined as he began to move his hand back down to her hips. As he lingered, however, a smirk spread across his face as his hand trailed up Uma’s thigh.
“Why don’t you make me, hm?” The pirate chuckled as he placed his hooked hand under Uma’s chin, tilting it up as he leaned in for a heated kiss. Before anything could get too passionate, however, Uma moved to his ear to whisper once more as she nibbled on his earlobe.
“What did you just say? Don’t forget who’s in charge of you.” She let the words flow smoothly from his ear to his mind. Harry loved belonging to his Captain. But at the end of the day, he was a villain kid. He was a rebel. He did like to stir her up every once in a while. Sometimes, Uma didn’t mind that. But if she were to let go of her power over him, it’d be on her terms. He knew that.
“You heard what I said, Uma. You want me to control myself so badly…why don’t you make me?” Harry snuck his fingernails into Uma’s thigh, leaving tiny little marks that would be there the rest of the night. Uma huffed out a quiet, evil laugh in response as she grabbed both Harry and Gil’s free hands, leading them away from the party.
The three of them stopped when they found an abnormally large closet. Once the light was turned on, the male pirates were shocked to find all of Uma’s special toys that she had previously kept on the Isle, along with some new ones they hadn’t used before. Gil stood slightly confused but excited at the idea of a hot round with his loves. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are we doing in here?” Uma almost immediately pinned Harry against one of the empty shelves of the closet, quickly snaking her hand around his throat and putting it in a tight grip.
“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat. Strip. Now.” Uma hissed, seething with a sensual anger that made Gil’s pants grow tight. Harry slowly obliged, attempting to tease the pirates while still obeying his Captain’s order. Gil ate up every bit of it, taking in every pale crevice of Harry’s chest and nearly falling to his knees with hunger once Harry presented his thick cock. It was sexy for Uma, too, but she wasn’t thinking about that nearly as much as she thought about the punishment she was about to give him. “Good, now turn around. Hands on the top of the shelf, do not move them.” She barked to Harry before turning gently towards Gil. “Sunshine, can you hand me the red leather paddle from the black box? Our little devil needs to be punished.”
“Of course, Captain. Can I…um..”
“Spit it out, sunshine.”
“Can I watch? Please? I promise I’ll keep quiet.” He whimpered, looking hungrily at the both of them. He wanted that cock all inside his mouth, but he knew his Captain had other plans. Maybe if he could watch quietly, she’d let him have a reward. After all, it was only Harry that was acting bratty, right?
Uma smiled and pointed to an empty spot beside her and Harry. “Sure, sunshine. Kneel over there and you can watch all you want. But keep quiet, alright? I may need your help with our little brat here.” Gil walked over to Uma with the paddle in his hand, then knelt down on that empty spot beside the two of them after handing it to her. Harry waited in anticipation, his naked body slightly shivering from the cold air in the closet. But he didn’t worry about the cold air too much, he knew he’d be warming up any moment now.
“A little bit of leather? Is that all you got?” He whispered out, his inner brat craving as much sensation as possible. His craving was suddenly satisfied as the paddle hit his back with a strong wack, leaving a sting on the area. Uma left little time for any more of his bratty remarks as she came back with another, and another, and another. Each smack on a completely different area of his backside, all increasing in intensity. With each hit of the paddle, Harry’s breath got heavier and his cock grew harder, leaving him near uncomfortable with his own arousal.
“You would want the wooden paddle, wouldn’t you? You dirty..dirty boy. The idea of a punishment is that you’re not supposed to enjoy it. I bet you’re wanting something more, aren’t you?” Uma cooed as she snaked her hand around and glided it down Harry’s chest to grip his rock hard cock. At her touch, Harry near bucked his hips into her hand, hoping she’d pump and stroke it fast enough to drive him mad. As quickly as her hand gripped it, Uma took her hand away and gave his ass another smack with the paddle. As she revelled in his pained hiss, she glided the leather down his back as she spoke. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you? Normally, I’d let our little ray of sunshine here suck you dry. But, you had the nerve to break our rules.” Uma swiftly turned Harry around, his body near weak and limp from her touch. She pinned him up against the shelf, his naked cock lightly brushing her clothed bliss. He leaned his head back in a whine, begging to do more, to feel more.
“Uma, please. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Just give me something. Please.” He gasped, tempted to run a finger along her beautiful braids. But, at this point, he couldn’t risk getting punished even more than he already was. Uma scraped her nails along his chest, leaving long, red marks. She moved her hand up towards his face, but misled Harry as she put away the paddle on the shelf behind him.
“Alright. I’ll give you something. Go stand against that pillar over there. Face me. Hands around the pillar behind your back.” She ordered, smirking as he eagerly followed. Uma looked down at Gil, hoping he didn’t feel forgotten or ignored as she focused on her devilish brat. He felt nothing close to ignored. His breath was hot and heavy and his pants clung tightly to his stiff cock. He loved to watch, especially his captain and first mate. Seeing Harry’s naked body tighten and turn red with every smack of Uma’s paddle made him near dizzy with pleasure. “You can stand up, Gil. We’re gonna give our brat here a little show.” Like an obedient dog, Gil stood right up and waited for what was to come. His eyes grew wide when he saw Uma pull a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs from the shelf behind him.
“A-are those for me?” He gulped. His last experience with bondage was ecstasy, but in his drunken state, he didn’t know if he’d be comfortable with something so physically restrictive.
“Oh, no. These are for him.” She sweetly spoke as she walked over and cuffed Harry to the pillar he was wrapped around. “Now I know you won’t be able to touch yourself. You’ll come when I tell you to, not any moment before. So lean back, relax, and enjoy the show.” Harry used every drop of will in his body to hold back any whines or groans, knowing that they’d only piss her off even more and make the punishment longer. All he had to do was lean back, watch the show, and keep quiet. It’d be like watching porn, right? Just porn without any masturbation. Easy. Simple.
Nope. Not easy. Not simple at all. Harry watched longingly as the two quickly engaged in another passionate kiss. This one was rougher, more heated, and filled to the brim with lust. Uma slowly removed her jacket and top, letting them fall to the floor as she revealed her ocean blue bralette to the blonde-locked pirate. She tilted her head to the side, giving him access to her neck as she swiftly took off his brown leather vest and orange tee. Gil took this access to his advantage, branding her brown skin with multiple nibbles and love bites. Gil leaned his head back and let his jaw drop just slightly as Uma began to leave hickeys on his chest, slowly snaking lower and lower. He was so needy. Needier than anybody could ever be. And since he behaved, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from his Captain. With swift and efficient hands, Uma took off his belt and threw it to the side as she knelt down and took off his pants. Gil’s cock sprung up eagerly, longing to be engulfed by Uma’s beautiful mouth.
There was something so beautiful to Harry about seeing Uma on her knees. Something so unbelievably about seeing her immediately devour his boyfriend’s cock, leaving long licks along the veins as she bobbed her head up and down. Gil was already drifting into a dizzy euphoria as her warm mouth took him in. If Harry were in his position, he’d be reaching his hand down to grip Uma’s braids tightly, begging her to go faster. But Gil could never do such a thing. Unlike Harry, Gil was never one to break his Captain’s rules on purpose. Harry and Uma both loved him for that. They felt a little guilty at first, seeing that they had someone they could constantly make putty in their hands. But after a while, they realized that letting go and doing whatever they told him to was what made him feel so great. Because it was Harry and Uma telling him to do it, and he loved them.
Due to his drunkenness, it didn’t take very long for Gil to explode inside Uma’s mouth. He reached his peak quickly after enduring the hellish heaven that was Uma’s warm mouth and wet tongue. She quickly swallowed every last drop and stood up, looking admirably at Gil as she did so. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get you water real quick? Harry can wait.” Through his high, Gil looked behind Uma at his raven-locked boyfriend. Harry had been practically humping the air, rubbing his thighs together at an attempt to get some sort of friction. Gil chuckled and shook his head, his smile peeking through amidst his post coital high.
“No he can’t.” He said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the poor, horny pirate across from him. Uma jokingly rolled her eyes and gave Gil a small kiss on the cheek before walking over to where Harry stood. God, he was a mess.
Harry eyed Uma’s near naked form up and down, taking in the way her curves were locked into the ocean blue underwear she wore. If he could get out of the cuffs she’d place him in, he’d find a way to indulge her right then and there. A small whine slipped through his throat and off his lips as his mind raced with thoughts of how Uma looked under the clad fabric. “God, you are killing me.” He said.
“You’ll get what you need soon. But first, I need you to admit something.” Uma tightly wrapped her fingers around Harry’s throat, forcing his head back against the pillar. “Admit that you’re a brat. Admit you’re a brat and promise that you’ll never break one of my rules again.” Another pained moan left Harry as he felt his head slightly dizzy itself from Uma’s grip, a feeling he worshipped. But not as much as he worshipped his Captain.
“Please, Captain. I’m a brat and I swear on my life I’ll never disobey you again. Please, Captain, I need you.” His voice rang out despite being hushed by the beautiful brown confine around his throat. At this point, Harry would do absolutely anything to get inside his Captain. Her mouth, her glistening sex, it didn’t matter. Uma, both proud of her submissive beauty and excited for what was to come, smiled sweetly and sauntered behind Harry to undo his restraints.
“See, baby boy, was that so hard?” She gently took Harry’s hands and led them to a desk in the back of the closet. She propped herself onto the desk and slowly spread her legs open, showing the small glisten that had been growing on her underwear. She was needy too, and now that Harry’s punishment was over, she could finally show it. Harry immediately cupped her face as he kissed her with all the fire he could. He missed the feeling of her skin against his. He longed for the feeling of her hand gripping and tugging at his hair. As he slowly broke the kiss, he looked down at the lacy, blue pair of underwear screaming to be removed and tossed to the side.
“Can I take these off, Captain?” He asked quietly, scared the question would cause another punishment. Uma smiled and placed her fingers under his chin.
“Don’t be shy, Harry. What’s my name?” Harry smirked as he ran his hands slowly up her smooth, naked thighs.
“Uma, please.” He spoke her name like he was praying to a shrine. With a nod from Uma, he slowly removed the underwear and brought the tip of his cock closer to her. The shine from her wetness entranced him more than any drop of alcohol ever could. He leaned down to mark her neck as he slowly entered her, wrapping himself in her ecstasy. Moans escaped them both as Harry started to thrust in and out of her, each movement heightening the pleasure even more. Their moans and slowly quickening breaths began to fill the closet, likely letting people at the party know exactly what was going on in this dim, abnormally large closet.
Mere minutes pass before Harry’s pace picks up to a rough thrusting. Uma’s fingers are permanently interlocked in his hair, gripping and pulling at it as a form of praise for his perfect pleasure. Uma used her other hand to stabilize herself on the desk as she leaned her head back and lost herself in Harry’s thick, pounding cock. As she began to near her peak, she pulled Harry’s head down to lock his eyes with her as she attempted to speak through her persistent moans. “God, Harry, I’m close. Come for me, baby. Come for me like you know who’s in charge.” It didn’t take long for Harry to obey that order. He thrusted into her rough and deep, making sure she came hard and long before pulling himself out of her. His orgasm came powerfully and fast as he let his release cover Uma’s chest and stomach, screaming out her name like he knew she wanted.
Harry leaned up to the closest shelf, attempting to balance himself despite the dizziness and wobbliness of his legs. For just a moment, the two stayed in their spots filling the room only with the sounds of their breaths. “Wait…shit..there’s no towels.” Harry muttered as he finally caught his breath. Uma’s eyes widened as she realized the situation the two were stuck in. They both looked at each other, hoping their minds would click on a solution. Then, as if they were psychically connected, the pair landed their eyes on Gil. By now he had fully redressed himself, and was knelt down on the ground once more, watching it all go down.
“Hey, Gil, there’s a bathroom somewhere down and on the right. Do you think you could bring us some towels?” Like an energized bunny rabbit, Gil jumped up to his feet and smiled.
“Yeah, sure. Do you guys need anything else? You two are going to need some serious aftercare.”
The two laughed as they noticed the other’s exhausted euphoria. Uma locked eyes with Harry as she responded. “We can go back to our place if you guys want to. We’ve got blankets and water and stuff. And I could use a shower.”
Harry had trouble holding back a low chuckle as he replied. “Mind if we join in?” To which Uma narrowed her eyes and regained enough to throw a seductive glare at the not-so-devilish pirate.
“Only if you do as you’re told.”
Since I’ve noticed a bit more activity and requests on this blog (which I’m verygrateful for btw) I decided to make a masterlist so that everything’s a bit easier to find!
* = smut
bold=angst/extra sensitive topics covered
italics= fluff
() on a multi-chapter/fic = W.I.P
MULTI-CHAPTER/FICS
(Evil Karma)
ONE-SHOTS
A Sea Three Halloween (poly!Sea Three)
On the Road (poly!Sea Three, modern!AU)
Fiery and Frozen* (poly!Sea Three)
Not So Devilish Pirate* (poly!Sea Three)
HEADCANONS/MISC.
Poly!Sea Three Headcanons (pretty self explanatory)
Gil x Harry Headcanons (my first request!!)
Poly!Sea Three Headcanons Modern!AU (poly!Sea Three High School!AU headcanons to go with my Modern!AU oneshot)
Pairing:poly!Sea Three (Uma x Harry x Gil)
Summary:The Sea Three get sent home from Auradon Prep early due to a snow storm. The boys want to turn on the fireplace, but Uma has other plans
Word Count: 4,146 (that’s right, it’s a long boy)
Warnings:major major MAJOR explicit smut, light bondage, dom!Uma, switch!Harry, sub!Gil, I feel like the post will get banned if I explain everything so just read with caution
Author’s Note: This is the first of three (I think three?) smuts that follow the smut dialogue prompts I reblogged a while back. This particular one has prompts 16 and 94
The air outside was nearly arctic, and the howling wind didn’t help too much. Ice quietly tapped against every surface of every building in Auradon. Those who made the dull-witted decision to skip out on layering for that day came back to their dorms with high chills on their skin and a blue or purple tint to their lips. Uma, Harry, and Gil had all made that mistake.
School had been cancelled early that day, as did all after school activities. Some were happy to be sent home early, eager to catch up on homework, take a nap, whatever they wish. Others were upset about the cancellation of their beloved tourney practice or rehearsal for Auradon’s Speech and Debate team. These swashbucklers, however, only cared about staying warm.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbled as he shut their dorm room door behind them. Goosebumps trailed along his pale skin from one muscled arm to the next. For the first time in a long time, he would publicly admit to being desperate for something. In the case? Warmth.
“I don’t get it…yesterday it was sunny. Like, really sunny. Did someone cast a spell? Is Auradon cursed again?” Gil asked as he walked over to their bed and looked for blankets, hoodies, anything to warm themselves from the frost outside their window. Uma sat on their bed and crossed one leg over the other as she eyed her boys up and down. Despite them being tinted a dark blue, Uma could not stop thinking about their lips. The cold skin trailing along every inch of her body as she’d curl her icy fingers down their bare backs.
“Nope. Evie told me earlier today that they got hit with something similar this time last year. She had the perfect cure for it, though.” She smirked and walked over to the small fireplace in their nearly luxurious bedroom. They had only added tiny Isle-esque touches so far, and they did intend on adding more. But for now, their bedroom would look like a weird mix of their home on the Isle and the fresh, pristine style of Auradon. With the fireplace on, the boys quickly sped over to sit on the foot of the bed and face the roaring heat emitting from across them.
The boys sighed in relief. But said relief was quickly cut in half when Uma stood in front of the fireplace, blocking some of the heat that would be warming them. She stood facing them, hands on her hips and looking at them with hungry eyes. “Well? Don’t you want to know what the cure is?” She asked innocently, hoping the tease in her tone would help them take the hint.
Harry immediately caught on, knowing that slight tease in her voice from a mile away. He smirked devilishly and gave a low chuckle. Gil, however, bless his pirate soul, was sitting there with his head slightly cocked to the side in confusion. “I thought the fireplace was the cure?” Gil asked.
The dark-locked pirate stood and tenderly greeted his girlfriend, placing a stray hair behind her face. “Hmmm, it seems he’s not catching the hint. More for me?” Harry quietly cooed in her ear. Uma smiled softly, inching in closer to him as if she were going to kiss him. Harry was swiftly surprised, however, when she tightly gripped his hair and pushed him down to his knees. Harry melted into the touch, loving the fluttery, fiery feeling he received when Uma reminded him who was in charge.
“Not if you’re gonna behave like that.” Uma began to walk closer to Gil, but stopped when she heard shuffling movement from behind her. She briskly turned and gave Harry her dominating glare. “Did I say you could get up? Stay there.” Uma gritted through her teeth as she turned to Gil with a sweet grin. “Gil, do you understand what I’m asking for, here?”
Gil could already feel his breath getting a hint heavier. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he had a role to play. This was a lustful dynamic the three of them had built far before they had decided to take their relationship in a more romantic direction. Harry was a feisty one. He’d have his days where all he wanted to do was tease his sunshiney boy more and more, inching towards the brink of release, but swiping it every time. He was bratty, too. Flirtatious and hedonistic as if the feeling of Gil and Uma’s bodies against his was a drug..no, a religion to him. He could be as teasing and devilish with Gil as he wanted to be, but the minute his Captain stepped in, it’s as if a switch in his mind, body, and soul flipped. What was once a fiery, near chaotic little demon became an obedient first mate, eager to please and serve his Goddess.
Uma always took charge. She’d command every kiss, every touch, every lingering piece of skin on her and her boys. If she asked her boys to jump, they’d ask how hard..how deep, and they had to do it willingly. Because their Captain was merciless, brutal, yet burning ecstasy in punishment.
Gil? Gil was the sunshine boy. Innocent and a tad dumb both in the streets and somewhat in the sheets. He was always submissive. Almost always excited. He would be a bit naive at first, supposedly fronting like he didn’t have a lot of experience. But once the foreplay was done, that would be the complete opposite. Gil is like a rabbit. Sweet and adorable but horny as fuck. And that showed in his actions. He was needy of pleasure both for himself and his partners, and giving out a naive front was a part of that need.
“I, I think so? Can you…can you tell me?” Uma quietly giggled and slowly shifted herself on to Gil’s lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. She runs her hands gently through his blonde locks and placing a finger under his chin, leans his head up to gaze directly into her dark brown eyes.
“Oh, sweetie. Why tell..when I can just show?” Uma whispered before leaning in to place a kiss on Gil’s soft, pouty lips. Their lips collided deeply and passionately, dancing with each other in a fiery masquerade. Uma couldn’t keep her hands off of Gil’s rock hard, bulging biceps and Gil revelled in every cold touch she gave him. Harry sat back in longing, the sounds of their needy groans and content, quiet sighs filling the room and seeping into his skin. Gil quickly moved down to Uma’s neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave love bites that blended near perfectly with her dark skin. A small moan slips from Uma as she leans back and takes a quick look at how Harry’s reacting to all of this. She quickly pushes Gil down, his back laying on the soft bed. As she takes off his shirt, she leans down and cooes loud enough for the dark haired pirate behind her to hear. “Gil, why don’t we warm ourselves up a bit, hm?” Gil slowly nods, feeling his erection growing harder with every ounce of her breath he feels on his skin.
“But…but what about Harry?” Gil looked up just for a moment to check on his kneeling boyfriend. He wasn’t quite a mess just yet, but the animal was definitely not liking his cage. His mind was racing, eyes fixed on Gil’s bare chest. He knew that as soon as Uma gave him the permission to, he’d ravage that naive boy enough to make Gil scream his name. The idea of pinning Gil’s arms to the bed as he’d suck and bite on every inch of his skin, teasing his hard, twitching cock until the very last second made Harry’s erection very visible through his black pants. Harry looked to Uma and gave her a gaze that silently begged for permission to stand, to move, to do anything other than sit here and watch. Uma chuckled and positioned herself right on top of Gil’s growing erection, causing a pleasured moan to slip from the boy’s lips.
“We’re gonna give him a show first. Now, be a good boy and do what I tell you. That won’t be so hard, will it?” Gil shakes his head, knowing that the moment he disobeys her he will regret it. Uma smiles and continues kissing every inch of his body, one hand gripping onto his shoulder as she digs her nails into his skin as the other hand rests on Gil’s right thigh. She perks her firm, supple ass a bit higher into the air, knowing it’d drive her first mate crazy. By the time she leans up to examine her work, Gil’s neck and chest are covered in marks varying in shades of red and purple. Gil whines at the loss of contact, but is relieved of the sudden loss when he feels her grinding against his crotch. In his pleasured haze, he hadn’t noticed that Uma had stripped of nearly all her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of lacey, dark blue panties.
But Harry had seen every bit of it. He knew from the second she removed her brown belt what she was doing to him. He marveled how she swayed out of her dress to the beat of every possible song that was blaring in his mind. He nearly growled when she turned around and flashed him a wink as she removed her bra and tossed it to the floor beside them. Not seeing her breasts, but only the curves and divots of her back and hips was the biggest tease she had given him. He wanted to touch her so bad, feel her lips crash onto his pale body and please every inch of her skin as Gil lingered his tongue up and down his cock. But, like a puppet on strings, he had no choice but to stay still.
Uma continued to grind against Gil’s hard cock, loving the feeling it gave her but needing just a little more. She moved her hand from Gil’s shoulder to his blonde lock, giving a strong tug. Gil quietly winced and the mix of pain and pleasure that she gave him, but he loved every bit of it. He needed to feel her mouth on him like a fish needed the ocean water coursing through every breath. “Uma..please..I need you.” He begged, eyes glazing over with wanton.
At his begging remark, Uma leans down and growls into his ear. “Did I say you could speak, my little rabbit?” She ceased her grinding and stood up, motioning to a needy Harry to stand beside her. “I’ll have to admit, I loved hearing you beg. Maybe our needy Harry over here can help you beg a bit more, hm?” As Harry stood beside her, she pulled him in and quickly crashed their lips together. After being without her touch for so long, it felt like ecstasy to finally get some attention. They ran their hands all over each other, Harry taking every chance he could get to grip her soft breasts. He started to move down to her neck when she pushed him back. “I’ve gotta get something. You two have fun while I’m gone.” As she walked away, she whispered a subtle command to her first mate. “I want him a mess when I’m back. But don’t let him come, you got that?” Moving his gaze to the desperate blonde in front of him, he slowly nodded with a devilish snicker. Uma walked off, heading towards a special closet in a different part of their home.
Harry quickly rushed on top of Gil, stripping off his jacket and shirt with haste. Using his strength, he pulled Gil up closer to him, their chests touching skin to skin. “Wait, what did she tell you?” Gil asked in between quiet moans as Harry left even more love bites across his neck and shoulders.
“Shut up and take your pants off.” Harry responded, to which Gil obliged. Soon enough, both of the boys were naked and revelling in each other’s touch. Heat, lust, and utter desire roaring in the both of them. Like an entrancing snake, Harry slithered down Gil’s chilled body, leaving both wet and soft kisses down every inch until he finally licked a long, wet stride up the blonde’s hard cock. The sensation sent shivers up Gil’s spine as he leaned his head back and let a needy moan release into their bedroom. Gripping onto his thighs strong enough to leave red marks, Harry soon became a little rougher with his tongue. Gil intertwined his fingers in his dark, messy locks as Harry switched back and forth between speedily bobbing up and down and teasing licks from the base to his tip. Harry had always been a fan of control when it came to Gil, doing everything he could to remind the muscle that no matter how big and strong he was, he’d always be a good boy for a teasing, devilish imp like himself.
Harry kept himself trapped in between Gil’s legs, his pace growing quick and rough as Gil bucked his hips and let his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat. Gil could feel the warmth in his stomach beginning to bubble over as he longed for release. “Harry…please.” He moaned out as he neared his climax. Harry let go of his cock with an audible pop and continued gliding his fingers along the inside of Gil’s thighs, relishing in the small shivers and squirms the blonde pirate gave.
“Sorry, rabbit. Uma gave me orders. I have to follow them.” He slid back from in between Gil’s legs and moved to straddle him. He leaned down to his boyfriend’s ear and whispered lowly. “You know how to follow orders, don’t you?” As Harry’s hand went to tightly grip Gil’s throat, the two pirates could hear the door opening and Uma walking in with an evil smile on her face. There she stood with a pair of red, leather handcuffs in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Harry speedily removed himself from Gil and began to saunter closer to Uma, eyeing the cuffs like a hungry wolf. “What exactly do you have planned, Captain?” Uma let out a soft chuckle before looking over to Gil.
“Gil, my rabbit, lean up against the headboard, will you?” Gil quickly nodded and obeyed, shimmying his body so his back leaned against the headboard. Uma spun one of the cuffs around her finger in pure excitement. “Harry, help me out?”
“Gladly, Captain.” Harry purred as the two moved over to cuff Gil to the black headboard behind their bed. Gil’s heartbeat began to quicken in both fear and excitement as he felt his hands restrict to the tight, red, leather cuffs that Uma had brought up. His length was still standing hard and thick, almost painfully stiff from Harry’s earlier teasing. A tiny whimper rises from him as Harry snakes down to his chest and starts to leave even more tiny little love bites on his chest. Uma straddled behind Harry and grabbed a lock of his hair, using her grip to move him up and away from Gil’s chest.
“Easy, Harry, you’re making the poor guy miserable. Surely he should get some kind of award for following my orders earlier, shouldn’t he?” Uma smiled as she grabbed the bottle of lube and began to open the cap. However, instead of squeezing the lube onto Harry’s hand, she quickly grabbed two of Harry’s fingers and swirled her tongue around them long and slow. “Just in case the lube’s not enough.” She said after releasing his fingers with an audible pop. Harry could try to assume that was the only reason Uma sucked his fingers so sloppily, but he knew what she was doing. He chuckled lightly and looked down at Gil. The poor little rabbit still laid a heavily breathing, silently begging mess. Harry took the lube from Uma’s hand and squeezed a little bit of it onto his two fingers before lathering them in the warm liquid.
“Don’t worry, little rabbit. I’ll warm you up.” Harry smirked as he teased his finger around the rim of Gil’s hole before slowly inserting it inside of him. A small hiss of pain could be heard as Gil slowly adjusted to the penetration, but it wasn’t long before he laid there, eager for Harry to move his long, index finger.
“H-Harry, please…s-stop teasing.”
“We really need to find a way to shut you up, don’t we, little Rabbit? Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing. Are you able to lay on your back?” Uma asked softly, a temporary pause from her dominating demeanor to ensure the safety of her boyfriend. When he nodded his head and began to slowly lay on his back, Uma straddled over his chest and began to capture his tongue in a heated, passionate kiss. In the kiss, Uma began to grind her naked sex on top of Gil’s chest, painting it with her wet juices. “Go ahead and stop teasing him, Harry. I’ve got just the thing to keep him quiet.” Uma ordered her first mate. As Harry obeyed and began to curl his finger inside Gil’s hole, a soft sigh of relief could be heard from the blonde pirate. Uma began to move her naked body closer and closer to Gil’s mouth. “You know what to do, little rabbit. Show me what that tongue can do.” She whispered before lowering herself onto Gil’s face. He eagerly went to work licking her folds, lapping at her warm juices like a thirsty dog desperate for water.
As he ate Uma out, Harry slowly curved his finger as he moved in and out of Gil’s hole. Tired of being tame, Harry cautiously added a second finger and began to quicken his pace. Moans could be heard from both Uma and Gil as the devilish imp hit Gil’s most sensitive spot and the little rabbit grew even more reckless with his tongue. “Fuck, sunshine…need to be in you so badly. Captain, can I fuck him? Please?” Harry panted as his member remained nearly untouched. His mind went wild watching both his boyfriend and girlfriend unravel before him, but the fact that he wasn’t getting a lot of attention slowly began to eat away at him.
Uma was nearing her climax, but decided that she needed something different, something more from her boys. She got off of Gil’s face and went back to straddling his chest. She lowered herself to meet his lips as she whispered seductively to him. “What do you think, Gil? You want Harry to fuck you senseless while I ride that thick cock of yours? All you gotta do is ask.” The two boys gulped in excitement as Harry shot Gil a look saying ‘You better beg, you little shit.’ Gil looked up at Uma and eagerly nodded his head.
“Please, please Captain. I need to feel you, I need to feel both of you. I promise, I’ll do anything.” After being silenced for so long, Gil felt amazing finally letting go of control and submitting to the two beautiful people in front of him. He’d beg as long as they wanted if it meant making them feel good. Uma quickly leaned down to peck his cheek.
“Good boy.” She smiled as she leaned over to the dresser and grabbed two condoms. As she handed one to Harry, she shot him a wink. “Try not to rough him up too much, alright? Unless he wants that.”
Gil rolled his eyes as he watched the two unwrap and put on the condoms. “I don’t care how rough, just fuck me already!”
Harry and Uma chuckled and positioned themselves. Uma straddled Gil’s length as Harry rubbed some of the warm lube onto his own. “Well, somebody’s eager.” Harry laughed as he teased the tip of his cock around Gil’s stretched hole. Uma, however, was tired of teasing. As soon as Gil’s cock was within reach, she quickly lowered herself down. There was a small wince at the sudden entry, but as soon as Uma started moving slowly..up and down..neither of them cared. Harry, incredibly aroused and nearly feral from the pleasurable sounds Uma and Gil began to make, finally entered Gil’s hole starting with his tip and taking it inch by inch. His rough, strong hands began to grip onto Gil’s thighs as he began to move in and out. Gil, slightly overstimulated from all the attention these two were giving him, could already feel his head floating in the clouds. It was like the three of them were the only people in the world. He didn’t care how loud or ridiculous sounding his moans and tiny begs were, or how loudly their headboard had started to bang on the wall. All he cared about was the warm wetness Uma blessed him with and the rough, senseless fucking Harry began to gave him as he quickly picked up his pace.
Uma definitely had a good time herself as well. It always brought her joy knowing the pleasure of two of the Isle’s hottest boys was in the palm of her hands. She was the only one who knew the right way to tug Harry’s black locks. She was the only one who knew Gil’s secret ‘love’ for spanking and rope bondage. Technically, Harry knew these things too, but she was the only one who’d get to use them as tiny games of sexual torture. She loved it. They loved it. And they’re the only ones who play it with each other.
Harry could feel himself start to come undone. The warm feeling in the pit of his groin was bubbling and boiling like a pot of hot water and he wanted nothing more than to let it burst inside of his blonde baby boy. “C-Captain…can I come? Please, please let me come inside of him.” Harry would never be this submissive around anybody else. But there was something about the way Uma carried herself, both in and outside the bedroom, that made him weak in the knees. Weak enough that if anybody else were to see the two in moments like these, they’d think Harry was under some kind of love spell cast by Uma. But there was no spell involved here, just a girl so beautiful, so confident, so strong in her fight for dominance that just submitting to her brought Harry the utmost pleasure. For Gil, on the other hand, he was an amplified, sexualized version of his usual, chaotic self. Eager to both tease and please. After all, the more you tease, the more they want it, and Harry loved to elongate everything with Gil as far as he could until Gil was a begging mess.
Speaking of begging, Gil’s pants began to grow quick and unrhythmic as his climax came close. “I’m getting close, too. Uma…p-please..” He whined as he listened to the beautiful music of Uma’s moans.
“Yes, yes baby. You can come. Come long and hard like I know you can.” Neither of the boys knew which one she was talking to, but they obeyed the order regardless. Gil let out a huge moan as he came inside of Uma, knowing he’d have quite the messy condom to throw away later. As he came, Harry could feel Gil’s hole tightening around him. The warm, tight hole around Harry’s throbbing cock was enough for the devilish pirate to reach his peak, whispering both Gil and Uma’s name as he did.
By the time Uma had undone Gil’s cuffs and Harry had thrown away both of the condoms, the three laid sprawled out across the bed, both of the boys near drenched in sweat. “Thank wicked for snow days, yeah?” Harry huffed out as he tangled his fingers in Gil’s ruffled and messy locks.
“Definitely.” Uma smiled, staring up at the ceiling then lowering her eyes to the roaring fireplace. “You boys want me to turn off the fireplace?”
“No, I think we’re good here.” Gil hummed between breaths, taking in the scent and afterglow of his two favorite people. Then, he noticed something. “Uma, did you finish?”
“No, that doesn’t matter though. Making you boys feel good is fine enough for me.” Gil leaned up and looked over to Harry, cocking an eyebrow and letting a playful smirk spread across his face.
“Well we can’t have that, can we, Harry?” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he began to leave little nibbles on Uma’s neck while Gil lowered himself to Uma’s thighs and began to tease her folds with his fingers. Uma sighed and closed her eyes, realizing a newfound love for snow days.
Surprise Party for Three
Summary: The reader spends her birthday with her two partners that plan to spoil her in celebration
Pairing: (female) Reader x Behrad Tarazi x Astra Logue
Warning: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI.
Includes: Fluff, smut, flirting, birthdays, nicknames, threesome, poly relationship, oral f!receiving, vaginal sex, fingering f!receiving, lingerie, surprise parties, and sweet sappy love <3
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: Happy feral friend thursday!! today is one of the very people on the planet’s birthday!!! my jillybean!! @hauntedmilkshakeghost happiest of happy birthdays to you my sweet amazing friend!! i hope it’s the very best day every because you are the very best and i hope you like this fic because it was a hoot to write hehe <3!!!!!!!!
An uncontrollable gasp slipped out of your mouth when you peeked into the den and saw the decorations for a surprise party waiting for you. You knew it was wrong to go poking around the ship this close to your birthday, but the temptation was too great to concede. Of course, then you pictured the disappointed look on your handsome man’s face – and the cross look that Astra would get – when the surprise was spoiled, and you quickly sneaked away from the den and back towards the kitchen where Astra and Behrad were.
The truth was, it was all their fault that you were so excited for birthday festivities. Well, it was more Behrad’s fault than anyone’s. You’d never gotten so into birthdays until your boyfriend stumbled into your life – literally stumbled, nearly taking you down with him. It was lucky that Astra was there to catch you before you went splat on the sidewalk. And as soon as you looked up into the eyes of your savior, and down into the eyes of the accident waiting to happen that nearly bowled you over, your heart decided to keep them. Before you knew it, you were hurtling through time and space with a rag tag team of idiots solving time crime with your boyfriend and your girlfriend. Your boyfriend that refused to let any birthday pass without as much pomp and circumstance as he could possibly muster.
Two years ago, for your first birthday with your partners, Behrad had let it slip that he was trying to convince Sara to go to the timeline when you were born and make your birthday an international holiday. Apparently, it wasn’t going well. You’d tried to tell Behrad that you didn’t need so much fuss from them, but your sweet and loving boyfriend wouldn’t hear of it. He’d whined for almost an entire day about it, in fact.
“Bug,” He’d whined, flopping his curly haired head into your lap as you tried to read a book that Nate had gotten you for your birthday. “All we wanna do is make you feel super special on your special day.”
“Don’t drag me into this,” Astra had hummed from the chair next to the couch, lifting your hand that she held to kiss the back of it. “It’s B that wants to go crazy over the top.”
“It’s not crazy,” He’d pouted. You’d giggled a little when Behrad nuzzled into your touch as you scratched his scalp lightly even though he was still pouting. “Just wanna make my bug and my star feel as special as you guys are.”
You and Astra had shared an amused look then, neither one of you able to resist how cute your sweet Behrad was. Everything he did made you and your girlfriend swoon with how adorable he was. All you wanted to do all day was smooch his cute face and listen to his sweet words – even when he was attempting to make your birthday everyone else’s problem.
Now, as you shuffled back towards the kitchen, you tried so hard to school your face into an everyday casual expression so neither of your partners would see what you knew written on your face. You knew how much surprises and birthdays meant to your boyfriend, and the idea of ruining that for him broke your heart. But you were not the type of person that could keep secret well at all – especially not from the people you loved most in this world.
“Hey, baby,” Astra smiled softly at you in that way that was only ever directed at you or Behrad. Your boyfriend smiled at you from his place at the counter as he flipped through a cookbook.
“Hi,” You hummed, walking straight into her outstretched arm that wrapped you up against her side. Astra kissed the side of your head and the corners of your lips curled up into a little smile. “What are you guys doing?”
“Planning dinner for tomorrow. There’s nothing going on that night, right?” Astra said, her voice all teasing as you moved to sit at the stool next to Behrad. Your boyfriend grinned at you as you giggled softly and leaned into his hand as he scratched gently at your scalp.
“Hmm,” Behrad hummed, pursing his lips in faux thought. “Can’t think of anything.”
“I’m sure if you really think, you’ll come up with something,” You murmured.
“Oh! I think I know,” Behrad said, his eyes widening. “Isn’t that the day that Nate wants us to go through the wardrobe room and get rid of the old costumes?”
“That must be it,” Astra nodded, a little grin playing at her lips.
You pouted at them, on the verge of whining, “Isn’t there anything else you’re forgetting?”
After a shared look between the two of them, their lips pursed and amusement twinkling in their eyes, Behrad gasped, “Oh, bug, it’s your birthday on Thursday, isn’t it?”
His grin, as he pointed it at you, was just like him: beautiful and playful. You gave him a playful shove and he used the opportunity to grab hold of you and tug you into his lap so he could kiss your neck.
“Our beautiful buggy turning another year older,” He sighed up at Astra. “Can you believe it?”
She grinned at the two of you as she nodded, “Almost the best holiday of the year.”
Your cheeks heated softly at her words, “You guys really don’t have to make a fuss. I’ll be happy just getting to be with you guys.”
“Please,” Astra laughed, the sound making your heart flutter happily. “As if this one would let a birthday go by without his making a huge fuss about it. Just face it, princess, your birthday is an Event when Behrad Tarazi is involved.”
Your boyfriend grinned at you, making you giggle and lean in to kiss his pretty lips. Behrad hummed against your mouth as you tugged at his hair gently. He pulled back only to sigh and glance between you and Astra.
“Neither one of you respects the sanctity of a birthday.”
You and Astra giggled as he huffed out a breath and laid his head on his arms with a pout.
The day ticked by, a small internal clock in your brain counting down the hours and minutes until your birthday the next day – and your subsequent surprise party that Behrad and Astra had no doubt planned to perfection. By the time you were sleepily walking into your bedroom that night, you had big plans of falling asleep between your loves and dreaming of birthdays for life with your partners.
Only, when you walked in the door all of the tiredness faded from your body instantly as you saw Astra and Behrad waiting for you in matching little blue robes.
“Surprise!” Your partners shouted – and you couldn’t help but giggle thinking it would only be the first of two surprise parties you were going to get for this birthday.
Astra cocked her head at you, narrowing her eyes as if she were attempting to read your mind. Of course, she couldn’t do that, but you tried not to think about your surprise party just in case Constantine had taught her that special skill and you didn’t know about it.
“You guys,” You cooed, rushing into their arms and feeling like your heart was fluttering on a cloud. “You’re the best birthday present I could ever ask for; I just love you guys so much.”
“We love you too, bug,” Behrad murmured, kissing your cheek as you nuzzled against Astra.
You girlfriend grinned, “We’re not quite done with the birthday surprise yet.”
Then, your eyes got huge. You watched your partners pull away from you and undo the knots on the ties of their matching robes – you knew they wouldn’t just be in matching bathrobes for nothing – and when they pushed them open and off their shoulders, you gasped harder than you had ever gasped before.
Behrad and Astra stood in front of you with matching grins and matching lingerie in youf favorite color in the world. Astra’s bra pushed her cleavage up and let it sit beautifully on her chest in a way that made your mouth water, the body suit negligée hugging down her torso and around her hips and highlighting her gorgeous curves. The panties that covered her perfect pussy matched and had a delicate little bow that was mirrored on Behrad’s brief lingerie. His already half hard erection sat nestled in the soft looking material and was simply irresistible while the rest of his beautiful body was on complete display for you. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world even just getting to look at them – and knowing you were probably going to get to touch them? You were beyond spoiled.
“Wow,” You breathed. “You guys look – wow.”
Your eyes didn’t know where to go; you wanted to drink in every single inch of them. Astra grinned at you, reaching forward to grab your hand and lift it to her lips to kiss it softly.
“I think she likes it,” She murmured to Behrad, taking note of your awestruck expression. You shook your head at her words – like was too weak of a word for how you felt about these outfits.
“I wanna touch,” You whispered, your eyes zeroing in on Astra’s tits as they spilled out of her bra.
You were desperate to get your hands on her, but when you stepped forward to cup her tits through her bra, Astra stepped out of your reach with a smirk. A whine spilled out of your mouth, but your girlfriend shook her head.
“Uh-uh, cutie,” She hummed, her voice all teasing. “Not yet, you need to get changed into the first part of your present.”
A squeal left your lips when you glanced back at Behrad and saw him holding a folded set of clothes that looked like lingerie matching to what your partners were wearing. Doing a little happy dance that made both of your loves laugh, you snatched the soft clothes from Behrad’s hands and moved quickly to the changing screen in the corner of the room.
The lacy negligee was a bit different from Astra’s – where hers was a body suit, yours a soft, baby doll type dress that cascaded down your body and left your tummy on display for them. The little panties slipped on easily and you giggled when you realized they were crotchless. Your loves adored having your pussy bared for them for easy access in pretty outfits like this.
“Are you guys ready to see it?” You giggled.
“Come on out, Bug,” Behrad said, a clear grin evident in his voice.
As soon as you stepped out from behind the screen to show off for your partners, their eyes filled with desire. Heat pooled in your belly at the hungry stares they gave you and the way their eyes seemed to drag down your body in tandem. Nothing had even happened yet, and you were already positive that this was the best birthday ever.
“Do I get to be spoiled tonight?” You asked, feeling your eyes twinkle with excitement at the idea. “Is that my birthday present?”
Astra snorted at the question, and you huffed, knowing that was an answer in and of itself. And not one that you wanted to hear. Behrad reached out for your hand, tugging you into his arms and kissing your cheeks.
“Don’t pout, bug,” He murmured. You hadn’t realized you were pouting until he kissed your pouty lips.
“We can’t spoil you, princess, that would turn our sweet girl into the biggest brat on the block.” Astra said, smoothing a hand over your hair. Despite your pouting, you nuzzled into her touch.
Behrad looked down at your little pout and then back up at Astra, his own eyes turning as pleading as yours. “Can’t we spoil her just a little, As? It is her birthday – and look how cute she is.”
“Yeah,” You said, doing your best puppy dog eyes. “It’s my birthday, lovey, and ‘m all dressed up for you.”
Astra pursed her lips at both of you, “Honestly, you’re both incorrigible – constantly encouraging each other to be brats.”
You kept your puppy dog eyes on, nuzzling into her hand with a little pleading whimper. She huffed out a laugh and shook her head, her hand sliding down to cup your chin and make you look at her.
“I have two conditions.” She stated, and your heartrate picked up excitedly. “You both follow my directions,” She started, glancing between you and Behrad. “And you’re cumming right at midnight, princess. We’re gonna start your birthday off right.” With a glance at the clock, you saw it was 11:45 pm on the dot – fifteen minutes before your birthday.
You giggled happily and leaned up on your toes to kiss your beautiful girlfriend, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! ‘m the luckiest girl in the world.”
“You’re just lucky you’re both cute,” She grumbled, stroking her hand down to squeeze your ass. “Can’t say no to my bratty babies.” As you giggled softly, she squeezed your chin again and murmured, “Get on the bed, princess.”
Moving quickly, you slipped out of their arms and threw yourself onto the king bed that you got to snuggle with your loves in every night. You propped yourself up on your elbows with a grin, showing off what a good girl you were still going to be for them even if they spoiled you.
Astra hummed, turning to pull Behrad in for a long kiss. You giggled when you saw her tug at the silky strands of your boyfriend’s hair and heard Behrad’s responding groan. It was a deep and passionate kiss between your two lovers, their tongues meeting in the middle and dancing a salsa together. A little whimper worked its way out of your mouth as you watched them, wishing you were either one of them while your pussy flooded with excitement.
“What was that for?” Behrad asked when Astra broke the kiss, panting and already trying to pull her back for more kisses even as she slipped out of his grasp and made her way towards you on the bed.
“Just putting on a little show for our girl,” Astra grinned, settling in behind you and laying your upper body in her lap. She stroked your cheek gently, turning your face up to look at her. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Mhm,” You hummed happily, a little moan working its way out of your mouth when Astra cupped your tit through the material of your nighty and pinched your nipple tightly.
“B,” She said, glancing up at your boyfriend. “Why don’t you come join us over here – in your favorite spot.”
You and Behrad let out simultaneous gasps at her words, and B scrambled as quickly as he could to get to the bed and climb between your legs. If he had a choice, Behrad would spend every day between one of his girls’ legs, making you moan and shout and shudder with pleasure for as long as you’ll let him.
“Think maybe I’m the one being spoiled,” He hummed, pressing your legs open to see your wet cunt bared for him.
Glancing up at Astra, Behrad’s eyes held a question – he wanted her permission to touch you. It turned you one more than you would ever admit when they did this, treating you like their little plaything. Your body theirs to use how they wanted and when they wanted.
“You can touch, baby,” Astra nodded at Behrad, her hands playing with your tits and making your squirm. She squeezed your nipple, sending a volt of electricity to your cunt, and murmured to you, “Stop moving.”
You whined, but you followed her directions because you refused to give up your chance to be spoiled that night. Behrad wasted no time diving between your legs, kissing his way up your thighs but pulling his mouth away from your cunt before he touched you where you wanted him.
“Tell him to kiss my pussy,” You whined to Astra.
Your beautiful girlfriend huffed out a laugh, stroking your cheek gently, “Such a needy little thing. B, give the birthday girl what she wants before she starts crying.”
Behrad laughed gently, nipping at your thigh as you pouted, “Cutest little cry baby.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything to them, Behrad sucked your clit into his mouth with a moan around the sensitive little nub. As soon as his mouth was on you, you got lost in the pleasure of your boyfriend’s touch.
“Oh,” You gasped, lifting your hips against his face at every teasing touch and essentially humping his mouth.
Behrad groaned into your cunt at the taste of you on his tongue, his fingers digging into your hips as he feasted on you like a man who was starving. Your eyes flicked up to meet Astra’s, moaning at the hungry way she watched your pleasure. Her hands maintained their movements on your tits, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples. The pleasure from her ministrations melded with the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through you as Behrad inched you closer and closer to that ever-familiar edge of your orgasm.
“She’s going to cum,” Astra hummed, knowing your body almost better than you knew it yourself. You whimpered your agreement as Astra glanced at the clock with a happy hum. “Either do it now and give her another right after, or drag it out a couple of minutes to hit midnight.”
An affronted gasp slid out of you at the idea of not cumming for another few minutes, and luckily Behrad seemed to be feeling the same way as he sped up the movements of his tongue to get you to your orgasm as fast as possible. It didn’t take long, what with Behrad’s expert tongue licking you into oblivion.
“Gonna cum,” You gasped. “Gonna cum, fuck!”
As soon as Behrad nibbled on your clit as he slid his middle two fingers into your aching hole, you came hard on his tongue. Thrashing and whining in pleasure at Behrad’s touch, you gripped Astra’s arm tightly and squeezed your eyes shut tight.
“Feels so good,” You panted. “So, so good, ‘m the luckiest birthday girl ever.”
“About to get even luckier, princess,” Astra cooed. “Because you’re getting another right now.”
Sure enough, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Behrad’s fingers were fucking you gently. You let out a shout of pleasure as he stroked your g-spot on every pass, nibbling and sucking on your clit like it was his job.
“Cum for me,” He mumbled into your pussy. “Please, bug, wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”
Always wanting to be a good girl, you shouted out a moan as your cunt clenched down around Behrad’s fingers and you came again. Astra murmured soft praise above you, the gentle words filtering into your hazy mind and making you whimper happily as you turned your head and saw the time turn to 12:01 a.m.
Astra’s touch was gentle as she turned your head again to make you look at her while she murmured softly, “Happy birthday, princess.”
From between your legs, Behrad kissed your thighs and grinned up at you, “Happy birthday, my favorite little bug. We love you so much.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks from the pleasure of two orgasms right in a row and from the loving and soft words murmured to you from the two people you loved most in the world. You really did feel like the luckiest birthday girl in the whole world.
“Okay, princess,” Astra hummed. “Because it’s officially your birthday now, you get to pick what you want next.”
You took a second to really think it over – though you knew exactly what you wanted from the very second that she told you that you got to pick. With a little grin, you murmured, “Want B to fuck me and you to sit on my face. Please.”
Your lovers exchanged amused glances about your words as Behrad grinned, “See? I told you spoiling her wouldn’t make her a brat – she’s still our perfect polite girl.”
They moved in tandem then, Astra moving to situate herself over your face as Behrad stood to shove his undies to the floor and free his cock. You moaned at the sight of his perfect length bobbing and hard for you. And then you moaned when you looked up and saw Astra’s perfect pussy wet and waiting for your mouth.
“Best birthday ever,” You sighed happily, reaching up to tug Astra down onto your face.
She laughed lightly, “So eager, princess.”
“Mhm,” You hummed, nipping at her thigh gently. “I wanna taste you so bad.”
She let you, lowering herself down the last inch to smother you with her wet cunt that made you squeeze your thighs together it turned you on so much. The moan you let out into her cunt would have been louder than the one she gave into the bedroom had your mouth not been muffled by her pussy.
As you licked and sucked with reckless abandon on the woman you loved, the man you loved lined himself up with your entrance, wasting no time as he thrust himself inside of you in one go.
“Oh shit,” He grunted. “Fuck, bug, you’re so perfect. Love this little pussy.”
You whimpered into Astra’s pussy as Behrad fucked you in a hard rhythm. He was clearly turned the hell on too after bringing you to orgasm twice, and he didn’t want to wait long before he got to fill your pussy with his cum.
“Do you love this, princess?” Astra panted, rocking her hips over your mouth and letting out moaned curses her and there. “Having your mouth and your pretty little pussy used by us on your birthday?”
“Yes,” You gasped into her – both as a response to her question and an encouragement to Behrad.
“Fuck,” Behrad grunted. “Can’t last long – she’s so fucking tight.”
Moans flew out of you as you felt Astra lean forward over your body. From the slightly sloppy sounds you gathered that she and Behrad were kissing over you – but when her perfect fingers fell to your clit, it became impossible to focus on anything but the powerful orgasm hurtling your way. And from the way Astra’s thighs clenched around your face, it seemed she was close too.
You followed Behrad’s lead to make a woman cum, nibbling on Astra’s clit and giving a swirl of your tongue, and before you knew it your girlfriend was gasping out your name in her perfect accent as her release washed over her beautifully.
“Oh my god, (y/n),” She moaned. “So fucking good. Love you so much, princess.”
You were next in line, gasping into Astra’s cunt as you lapped up her orgasm. Her fingers moving on your clit as Behrad fucked you with tight, skin slapping thrusts sending you so far over the edge you thought you might have passed out from the pleasure.
“Please,” You sobbed, not quite sure what you were begging for. Maybe his release stuffed inside you. “Please, please, B, fucking love you.”
Of course, as soon as your cunt clenched around his cock, Behrad was falling over that edge as well. His hips stilled against yours as he let out a groan of pleasure that rumbled throughout you and your girlfriend, his cock twitching inside of you as he filled you to the brim with his cum.
For a few moments after you all came, the only sound in the room was the sound of each of your respective pants. After a heartbeat, Astra rolled off of you, snuggling up into your side and laying her head on your boobs as she kissed between them.
“I love you so much, birthday girl,” She whispered as Behrad slipped out of you and fell onto the bed on your other side. “My favorite girl in the whole world.”
You giggled happily, letting your fingers drift into her hair as you kissed her forehead, “I love you too, beautiful, you’re my favorite girl too.”
Behrad snuggled in against you, his fingers going into your hair as yours had with Astra’s. A hum left his lips as he kissed you softly, his tongue caressing yours gently and lovingly.
“You’re both my favorite girls,” He murmured. “And there’s no better day in the whole world than either of your birthdays because it’s my day to celebrate you.”
Both you and Astra looked up at him, obvious heart eyes staring at him as you both made happy noises that made him laugh. And as your birthday started ticking away around you, you started a new year around the sun in your favorite place in the whole world – right in the arms of your two best friends and the people you loved more than any other.
The next day, at your surprise party, you watched with a grin as Behrad played the host with the most and bustled about the party talking to everyone. Nothing could have made you happier on your birthday than the sweet grin on his face and Astra’s arms wrapped around you.
“You already knew,” Astra said, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Didn’t you?”
You chewed your bottom lip gently, watching Behrad as he happily chatted with Sara and Ava across the room. Astra kissed that sensitive spot just below your ear lobe that she liked to treat like a target.
“(Y/n),” She drawled, your name sounding delicious rolling out of her mouth. “Tell me.”
“I knew,” You murmured, your heart squeezing at her responding giggle. “I found the set up yesterday morning.”
“I knew it,” She laughed.
“But look at him,” You hummed, nodding at Behrad. The corners of your lips twitched up into a smile as he turned to you and sent you a wink as he took a sip from one of the cups with your face on it. “Look how happy he is.”
Astra hummed softly, squeezing you in against her as she murmurs, “Such a good little girlfriend.”
You giggled, “Just wanna be the best for you guys.”
Her arms tightened around you gently, “You are, baby, we love you so much.”
“I love you guys so much!” You grinned, twisting in Astra’s arms to press a kiss to her lips.
“Happy birthday, my love,” Astra murmured, a beautiful grin on her lips.
“Thank you,” You whispered, letting her drag you out to the makeshift dancefloor.
Laughs bubbled out of your mouth as you danced with your gorgeous girlfriend – and a squealed rolled out when you felt a familiar presence come up behind you and wrap around you.
“B!” You giggled, tossing your head back onto his shoulder and seeing his pretty grin looking down at you.
“Hey, birthday girl,” He said, kissing your cheek. “I saw my girlfriends out here being so cute and dancing and I thought I’d join.”
“Good idea,” Astra grinned.
“Best birthday ever,” You giggled. “Being smushed between my loves.”
Your partners grinned at you as you leaned into their touch. You meant it when you told them this was the best birthday ever – being surrounded by all of the people you loved and being squished between your favorite people in the world. There was no better way in the world to celebrate turning a year older than being in the arms of your incredible partners that never failed to make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world – especially on your birthday. Their favorite day of the year.
