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“Will the two of you stop fighting,” Marc sounded exhausted. The sort of tiredness that most people only thought the parents of toddlers could manage. Of course when they really got at it Steven and Jake really could fight just like toddlers. Not that you could blame them, they knew how to push each other's buttons too well.
With a sigh he flipped over the mirror that Steven and Jake had been using to see each other as they constantly switched to the front while arguing. Not even bothering to look at you as he apologized.
“Sorry, babe. I keep telling them to finish that later after you go home for the night.”
Standing from the bed- where you had been laying while you waited for them to stop yelling at each other in an argument you had no hopes of following to mediate with cut off words, unheard replies, and a mix of spanish slang you had yet to learn. You dodged dozens of piles of books, swept up sand, and the one shop bag that you had not been able to give to Steven due to the interruption. Closing in on Marc you did nothing to hide your intentions to grab him.
Arms wrapping around his hips, teasing him with your cold hands slipping under his loose shirt. Dragging him back to bed with you. Laughing as he tripped on the book pile that he couldn’t see and started to fall on top of you with a nonchalant swear.
Rolling off of you he situated himself on the bed in a lazy position, hand resting behind his back. A smug smile decorating his face, eyes alight with joy.
“Someone wants some cuddles,” he teased.
You hummed back, allowing the peaceful moment to settle before you striked again.
In a single fluid motion your shirt was discarded from your body, legs straddling his torso. Rushing to unfasten your bra as you started to grind down onto his quickly growing erection. You were very glad that the body had been wearing sweatpants before you got here. It let you really feel the full effect of what you were doing. Working him up more and more with the lack of protests.
His eyes were wide open, still shocked and focused on your breasts. With a sharp snap of your hips you pulled a shaky breath out of Marc and drew him out of his own head again.
“I- oh fuck.” He stalled again with the friction of your crotch against his at just the right angle. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Grabbing his hands you pressed them against your boobs, forcing him to squeeze them, fingers digging into soft skin.
"Are they watching Marc?"
He nodded too distracted by the soft feeling of your tits to form words. Still squeezing them lightly. You must have truly surprised him, you had never seen Marc left so speechless. Unable to muster up anything other than a quiet awe, mouth slightly agape. He looked like Steven. It was small things like this that reminded you that while they were separate people, they were also all a part of each other.
"Mhm, well this is all for you Marc. Your treat for being the only one behaving."
He smiled up at you with the smuggest of grins. Finally metally settling down.
"Okay, baby," fingers ‘absentmindedly’ rolling over your nipples.
It was always on purpose. Marc didn't do anything accidentally during sex. Except that one time he slipped in the shower with you...
Taking initiative now Marc slid his hands under your thighs to support his efforts to shift your position. Sitting up while keeping you in his lap, encouraging you to keep dry humping him. Hands rising up your body, stopping their trip only once they held your face close to his.
“Keep it up baby. Making me feel so good, getting my cock so hard for you. Can’t ignore those pretty lips, let me bruise them with kisses? Nibble them like the candy they are?”
The whine you let out at his teasing words was answer enough for Marc. Surging forward like a man possessed he captured your lips and refused to let them go. Both panting and gasping for air with every second you dared to part.
Flipping the two of you back into a lying position in a tangle of limbs that could not seem to get out of the way. Twisted into a puzzle that fit together, knotted together like a poorly stored necklace chain. Your hands tearing at Marc’s shirt trying to get it to- fucking come off. His hands only left your skin for a moment to help you get it off before returning to gently running his nails down your sides.
Squirming as he relentlessly teased you into putty.
“Please Marc,” whining you grabbed his hair as he moved from your puffy lips to your nipples.
Lavishing them with kisses, aiming to make them as sensitive as your still tingling lips.
His hands shoved your pants down your legs, not caring that you had to buck against him as you kicked them the rest of the way off. Fingers shoving your panties out of the way to save time. A few quick lazy circles around your clit was all he bothered with before sneaking a single finger into you.
“So wet, baby girl. Bet you feel so empty with only one finger in there. You need more don’t ya. Need my cock in you to feel nice and full.”
Your hands had stopped working, refusing to let his head move from your skin. Marc didn’t mind, he spoke lovingly against your skin as you whimpered and moaned for him. This was his reward and he wanted to spend it overwhelming you with pleasure. How else would he really drive the jealousy home?
“You gotta let go of me, pretty girl. I want to show Jake and Steven how pretty you look taking my cock.”
Slowly you managed to make your hands listen to you, releasing Marc’s hair as he continued to finger you slowly with a single lone finger. His lips traveled down your body with a trail of kisses before rewarding you with a long kiss against your clit. Teasing it with his tongue. Hands flittering down towards his head again. Almost moving to trap him right there, oh god, right there. It felt like heaven.
Instead you resisted and tangled your fingers in the sheets. Wrinkling them with the force you twisted them with. Damn, these had been fresh sheets too. The thought didn’t have a chance to stay for long when Marc curled his finger just right. And then he continued to tease by not going any further. Just letting his finger fill you up, not moving, not even twitching. Suspended in that very moment forever.
Crying out Marc’s name as he left you. Skin no longer touching, no longer breathing the same air. Why was he leaving? Even his finger left you with a trail of slick connecting you for ages until it snapped.
“Need you, Marc. Need you so bad.”
Lifted like a limp doll you pliantly let him settle you in his lap facing the mirror across the room. An abandoned sheet half hanging on it but not fully covering it. You looked a right mess and for a moment you were self conscious. Your nipples shone, clearly well sucked. Thighs covered in your own arousal, hair sticking up wildly. Turning to hide yourself on Marc’s shoulder.
He forcefully turned your chin back to face the mirror.
“Don’t be shy baby,” he cooed at you. “We want to show Steven and Jake what they are missing out on by not being your good boy.”
Now a burning blush could be added to the list of your dishevelment.
Marc shoved his slick covered finger into your mouth, your face contorted at the taste. He giggled at you, wrapping his arm around you to keep you close while he whispered to you. The sound of his lighthearted giggle made you forgive him in an instant for laughing at you.
“It’s okay baby, I love how you taste,” he shared before sucking his own finger clean.
You could feel his hard cock pressing against your panties in just the right spot, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him in you, now.
“Please, please, please, fill me up Marc,” you whimpered out in desperation.
He lifted the two of you up with just the strength of his legs, shimming off his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his hard cock against your skin. In the same motion but filled with more lingering touches your panties followed.
It took a bit of you shifting on your tiptoes before he was positioned correctly. Slowly lowering himself back onto the edge of the bed as you slowly let his cock fill you. The slow stretch as the tip opened you up, a pop as the head fully entered you. Legs trembling the whole time as you whined and moaned about how good it felt.
Growing impatient Marc’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you the rest of the way down. A screaming moan filled the air at how deep he was. He was just so deep inside of you, finally you felt so full. Just like you had needed. Head thrown back against him. Gasps and attempts at words leaving your wide open lips.
“Good girl, my perfect reward for being a good boy. Your pussy was made for my cock to fill you up. Gonna make you feel so good,” Marc’s rambles reassured you that he was just as pussy drunk as you were Marc ddrunk.You knew he was especially lost in pleasure when he admitted he was a 'good boy'.
All three of them were so good at fucking you dumb just how you needed.
His hands couldn’t seem to decide where to settle. Floating between your hips to help him control the lazy thrusts that he didn’t bother to make consistent; and gripping your neck with just enough pressure to feel how fast your heart was beating.
“So pretty, and right now you are all mine,” he moaned after a particularly deep thrust.
Haphazardly you managed to throw your legs over his, opening you up so that you could all watch how your dripping cunt took his cock. Dragging it in greedily at every opportunity.
“If the rest of you had been good boys like Marc you would have gotten to join in,” you managed to stutter out in between your loud moans and Marc’s pleased groans.
“Steven sounds so drunk just from watching you, practically begging to be allowed to lick your thighs clean when we are done,” Marc admitted as he adjusted his grip on your thighs to start lifting you up and down at a punishing pace.
Both of you lost yourselves for a time in the sight and sound of Marc’s thick cock disappearing into you. His chin resting against your shoulder so that he could look down and really watch, unlike the boys forced to watch in your reflection.
Marc started to narrate to you what the sight of you all pretty and fucked was doing to them. It only managed to make you clench down harder around him.
“Steven has started to pace but he can’t keep himself from watching, looks like he is gonna break his neck everytime he turns to go the other direction. His head snapping back to not lose a moment of this sight. I think I can understand, I don’t want to look away either. Not when my pretty girl is taking me so well.”
Starting to tremble as Marc’s actions and words drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, ready to fill you up with more than just his size. The kiss he pressed to your temple broke you further. Before you could cum he decided to tell you what Jake was doing.
“Jake isn’t learning his lesson very well, he’s stroking his cock while he watches. Timing it to follow along with my pace. Should we let him cum? Or should we stop letting him watch the show, pretty girl? At the very least he owes you something special for treating this like a porno for him to enjoy.”
“Don’t, don’t force him to the back of the headspace, Marc. I don’t want you all fighting and treating each other that way. Want you all to get along and be happy,” you slurred out.
Cum coated the walls of your pussy, making you almost cum as you felt Marc fill you up. Dropping your thighs, he knocked the breath out of you as you felt him reach deeper. You were so close, so very close. Please, you need more, anything. Just let you cum. His fingers softly played with your clit, rubbing small circles as whispered praises were no more than pleasant tones to you.
Back arched as you fell into pleasure you let Marc guide you through a long drawn out orgasm. When you mentally came back down you could feel his soft cock still inside of you, cum leaking out around him. You let him maneuver you onto your back, laying against the sheets that should probably be cleaned again before the two of you dared to sleep.
“I’m going to rub this in just a little bit to Steven, okay baby girl?”
“Mhm,” you let Marc do whatever he wanted right now. You were too tired, too fucked out to care.
So tired that even though it was overstimulating you scarcely twitched as Marc started to lick clean your pussy and thighs. Giving one last kiss to your left thigh before he climbed up to cuddle into your side.
“Steven says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to let the argument drag on like that earlier,” Marc let out a tired laugh before continuing. “Jake is saying he’s just sorry he couldn’t participate and fuck you too.”
“Mhm, Jake will get his turn. After Steven since I don’t hear an apology for saying what I’m pretty sure were some very hurtful things.”
“You’re falling asleep while you talk baby. Quick nap and then clean up time?”
Blindly grabbing the closet blanket you wrapped yourself and Marc together in the fuzzy comfort.
“Mhm, I’d say we should set an alarm but I don’t wanna let you go for that.”
“I’m sure it will be fine, one of us will wake up.”
If you both slept for several hours entwined together, there was no evidence of that except almost ruined sheets.