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Mikasa leaned forward, eager to get a closer look. They were gorgeous together, pretty Sasha and pretty Jean, Sasha glowing with eager happiness and Jean still so awed and unable to grasp just how lucky he had gotten. He still seemed that way when they parted and Sasha pressed another quick kiss against his cheek.“Why didn’t you tell us how kinky you are?”, she grinned, gently shaking his head between her hands. Mikasa laughed at the face he made.
“You could have told us you already have some experience”, she agreed, wondering just where they would have ended up if they had an in depth discussion before this. As it was they had wanted to check if the three of them were even compatible in that sense before really getting into the more intense stuff. But if the rest of the night went as smoothly as the first hour or so they would probably get to that sooner than any of them expected.
Jean gave a little laugh as Sasha let go of his face, her hands wandering to rest on his shoulders instead as she studied him with open curiosity.
“It’s not that much experience, actually”, he admitted, eyes flicking away from them almost bashfully. When he didn’t continue on his own Mikasa decided to pry a little more.
“You seem to know what you want, though. And you want … very interesting things, Jean.” She couldn’t help the way her voice dipped, low and hungry as she considered all the other things he might want or be interested in given a proper introduction. Jean gave a soft, nervous laugh, his cheeks still flushed so very prettily.
“I only tried it once and it wasn’t super intense so … I didn’t think it was worth mentioning?”, he murmured, finally daring to look back up at her. In his lap Sasha hummed and shimmied forward to wrap her arms around him and rest her head against his shoulder. A lovely, intimate gesture, a quiet signal he was safe with them and to keep talking if he wanted to. Judging by the way his tense shoulders relaxed a bit and his grip on the girl in his lap became more confident it seemed to work.
“But I really liked it so I … did some research on my own.”
That sounded very promising indeed. Lots of research an a lack of hands-on experience meant Jean probably had binders full of things he wanted to try at some point. How wonderful would it be to try these things with him, to show him how much fun there was to be had in his submission to them?
But she was getting ahead of herself yet again, her thoughts spinning too fast, frequently out of control when she looked at Jean and saw more and more potential emerging. It was a … curious turn of events, one she would have never expected a week ago. It wasn’t a bad thing though, that he inspired her. On the contrary. They only had to take it step by step.
“And what we’re doing now … do you like it as well?”, she asked, watching him take a deep breath as he looked up, eyes shining with excitement.
“Very much”, he said and Sasha giggled against his neck, digging her teeth into the already marked skin. He shivered and hugged her closer.
“Would you like to continue and try a few more things?”
“Yes.”
No doubt, no hesitation. Only trust and an inherent eagerness to please. Just the way she liked it.
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After making him all but beg for it they did end up chaining him to the bed, two pairs of padded handcuffs holding him just where they wanted him. He looked so beautiful, lean body stretched out long with his still hard cock gently bobbing up and down, leaving shiny wet puddles on his taut stomach.
“So many things to do to you…”, Sasha mused in a sweet little sing-song voice that made Mikasa laugh where she studied the toys they considered using on their helpless but very willing victim. Even more entertaining than firm, no-nonsense domme Sasha was a domme Sasha who laughed and teased and giggled her way through relentlessly tormenting her sub in all the most wonderful and sadistic ways. Mikasa would know. Jean might as well very soon.
Looking over her shoulder she saw Sasha kneeling next to Jean, slowly dragging the tip of a finger along his throat and down his chest, all the way to his belly button and just a bit further to the bobbing tip of his cock.
She flicked it and laughed at the way he moaned and squirmed. This would be so much fun…
Having reached a decision she grabbed a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube from the side table, then opted for a simple cock ring and a plug on the smaller side. This wasn’t about testing Jean’s limits and making him take more than he ever thought he could. It was about having fun and giving him a taste of being under their control. Anything else could come later, maybe.
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The next moment she was distracted again by Sasha sliding just a bit lower in her lap, spreading her thighs a little wider so their well behaved guest could fit himself between them more easily.
“What are you waiting for?”, he asked, voice still low and sensual but carrying notes of her teasing from before as well. She used the hand that was still lazily playing with herself to open herself up for him, spreading her folds and presenting her shiny pink clit.
“Get in here…”
It wasn’t quite an order but Jean reacted like it was the most pressing one he’d ever received, sliding forward on his knees until he was close enough to raise his hands. Before he could splay them against Sasha’s soft thighs though he looked up at her, eyes focused and yearning.
“May I touch you?”, he asked and Mikasa all but melted. How had they gotten this lucky? She wanted to profusely thank whoever had trained him because this was just perfect. So well behaved and considerate, especially since he was playing with a couple and they hadn’t yet established any rules regarding this.
“Oh but of course.” Sasha was like a benevolent ruler granting her loyal servant permission. Graceful and just a bit amused. “How are you gonna eat me out if you can’t touch me, hm?”
Her unoccupied hand caught one of his wrists and pressed it to the soft inside of her thigh, just a bit higher than where he had intended to touch her. Jean swallowed and nodded, letting his other hand follow. Then he focused all his attention on what she was still presenting him.
He breathed in deeply as he leaned in, eyelids fluttering and then falling shut as he dove right in, dragged his flat tongue up her slit and all the way up to the small nub that was the most sensitive. Not focusing too much on it just yet though he repeated the motion another few times, much to Sasha’s enjoyment who sighed happily at his attentions.
Then he changed his approach and moved to cover her entire pussy with his lips, making her pull away her fingers to give him the space he needed. Instead her damp fingers found their way into his hair, carding through it gently while he worked her.
Jean took his time, completely relaxed and unhurried as he slowly built from where he’d started. He alternated between long licks and shorter ones, using his flat tongue or just the tip as he explored Sasha’s folds with an alluring attention to detail. Only occasionally did he visit her clit to flick his tongue across it a few times or suck on it gently, only until Sasha was squirming with need before pulling away again to pay attention to the rest of her.
He was definitely skilled, his technique interesting and fun to watch as he so very patiently worked her over. The most wonderfully reassuring thing though was that he actually seemed to enjoy himself. Again and again there were little sighs and moans and grunts as he licked and sucked and flicked, only pulling away now and then to take a few deep breaths before diving right back in.
As much fun as having to train him to please them would have been, watching him work his magic and enjoy himself so blatantly was very nice as well. Especially since after a good while he had managed to lick Sasha into a quivering mess of tightly coiled ecstasy who could barely do anything but moan and pant and mumble about what a good boy he was.
“Now make her come”, Mikasa ordered when Jean moved up to play with her girlfriend’s clit the next time, carefully laving his tongue across it and sucking it between his lips. He couldn’t really answer like this but still showed his acknowledgement with a low groan and the way he suddenly sped up his previously languid movements.
Sasha squealed when he began to suck harder, flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit as his fingers dug into her soft thighs, making sure she didn’t squirm away from him. Not that she would, not after he had warmed her up so thoroughly and skilfully, had made sure she was ready to play a bit more roughly.
Mikasa couldn’t help the low, drawn out moan that escaped her as she felt her girlfriend shiver in her lap, cursing and shouting. She would feel that mouth on her very soon. But in order for her to enjoy Jean’s skilful tongue as well they would need to move this to the bedroom first, where an array of equipment was already arranged and they could actually start with what they had planned for tonight.
As much as Mikasa enjoyed this little detour, after all an orgasmic Sasha was always fun and Jean proving his submission was a wonderful bonus as well, she was itching to get her hand on that pretty boy herself.
So when Sasha’s hands grabbed Jean’s blond her and yanked hard on it she was happy her girlfriend got to experience a wonderful, screaming orgasm … but her body was also humming with excitement for what was still to come.
When Sasha lost it she grabbed Jean’s hair hard enough to keep him from moving much and instead rocked her hips to grind against him, riding out her orgasm while he obediently stopped his work and instead stuck out his tongue for her to use. It took a while until every crashing wave had rolled over her and her pleasure was slowly subsiding, her hips slowing their erratic rhythm, but Jean stayed still for as long as she needed. Like a good boy.
When Sasha was finally done, breathing hard and shaking, she let go of his hair and cupped his beautifully flushed cheek instead.
“That was … so good”, she sighed and Mikasa could hear in her breathless voice just how satisfied she was with his performance. “Thank you…”
to be continued…
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After he’d held still for an appropriate amount of time, still clutching the hem of his briefs where he had shoved them down just far enough to let his cock bounce out, he pushed the fabric lower, over his lean thighs, until it could slide down his legs and to the floor. When he stepped out of the discarded boxer briefs he looked more confident already, their pleased reactions obviously having soothed his frayed nerves.
When he came to stand in front of them again, this time properly naked, he even fell into somewhat of a presentation pose with his hands behind his back and his chest pushed out, dick still straining upwards like it wanted to show off just as badly. Mikasa smirked, already adoring his eager nature.
“Such a good boy”, she purred and watched him positively preen under her praise, licking his lips and smiling widely, pushing out his chest even more. She wanted to pinch his nipples until they were bruised…
“Good boys get rewards”, Sasha agreed, nodding wisely and of course, she was just as eager to show off as he was, adorable in her own way. Mikasa only hummed in agreement, slowly inching her fingers down to her girlfriend’s panties until she felt the smooth satin under her fingertips.
She played with it for a moment longer, letting her fingers glide up and down the covered slit, then moved up to circle her clit a few times. Sasha let out pretty breathy sighs at the careful touches and shimmied her hips even more until Mikasa moved to hook a finger under the smooth fabric and very slowly pulled it aside, baring her girlfriend to their eager guest.
Jean’s cock jumped again and he let out a low noise of need at the sight, probably already thinking about how he would feel that gorgeous, dripping pussy wrapped around that cute cock of his very soon.
“See, sweetie? You do as we say and we’ll reward you nicely.”
A shaky nod, his cock jumping again at her words. He seemed to enjoy how this was going. Good.
“Do you like it?”, Sasha smirked, moving down a hand to circle her own clit and make herself moan sweetly. “Getting all naked for us, forced to show off everything and only getting a small glimpse in return?”
“Yes…” It was still shaky but immediate. He didn’t need any time to think about it. Good boy. Then his eyes grew wide when Sasha let her hand glide just a bit lower and, without ceremony, shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy, all the way up to the knuckles. The wet squelching sound was delicious and Mikasa wished she had a better view of the spectacle. Jean on the other hand seemed more than happy with the eyeful he got.
Sasha thrust her fingers in and out a few times, the wet sounds of her juices mixing with her sweet sighs and moans, until she pulled her fingers out again after too short a playtime. They were glistening invitingly when she raised them up to her face to inspect them and Mikasa licked her lips, already suspecting where this would go.
She was ready when Sasha reached back and offered her the wet fingers, sucked them into her mouth without hesitation and making quite the show of cleaning them especially thoroughly, chasing every sweet drop with her tongue and savouring the taste and texture. Her eyes were locked on Jean the entire time.
When she was finished she kissed her girlfriend’s fingertips and pulled back to lick her lips, making sure not a drop was wasted. Obviously satisfied with Mikasa’s job Sasha reached down again to circle her pussy once more, rubbing the folds teasingly but not dipping inside again just yet.
“You want a taste as well?”, she asked and her voice was so sweet and innocent one could think she was offering Jean to try her ice cream cone. After swallowing thickly their guest was ready to answer, hoarse but just as eager as before.
“Yes … yes please, I’d love to…”
Sasha laughed, a lovely, happy sound.
“Oh, so polite! How could I say no? Well, come here then and … get on your knees.”
As sweet and cheerful as she had begun her voice tipped into something darker when it came to her order, something firm and certain and incredibly alluring. Mikasa loved that side of her, loved just how many facets there were to both Sasha’s dominance and submission. She could fluctuate between cheerful, almost borderline silly and this firm, confident, no non-sense kind of control that made Mikasa’s knees shake when directed at her.
She could understand why Jean went down like he’d been shot, landing on his knees with a muted thumping sound and bowing his head in a show of submission.
Sasha let out a smooth, satisfied purr at the sight and Mikasa bit her lip in agreement. Seeing Jean who was usually so proud and cocky fall to his knees for them was a very special treat indeed. Then he looked up at them from underneath his lashes and Mikasa finally understood. This was not the first time he submitted to someone this way.
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He was pretty well dressed, something Mikasa had already appreciated when she opened the door for him. The forest green button down he wore was well ironed with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his wiry forearms. It was tucked into a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly, that showed off his hardness and were held up by a tasteful belt of smooth black leather that Mikasa was already forming plans for. Maybe another time.
For now she appreciated the way Jean opened each button of his shirt, slowly at first but growing more confident the more skin he revealed. He had always been on the skinny side when they were younger but sometime during the last few years he’d put on some actual muscle, his body still lean but firm and tight. Mikasa couldn’t wait for him to turn around and show off his pert little ass.
He finished opening the shirt, tugged it out of the confines of his pants and slid it off his shoulders to fling it over to the unoccupied part of the couch. He looked good like that, chest and arms bare, showing off tight muscle and flawless skin. A happy little noise escaped Sasha and Mikasa could only agree, lovingly stroked her girlfriend’s side.
“So pretty”, Sasha purred, fingers of one hand fisting in the soft fabric of her skirt. Mikasa licked her lips, noticing the subtle shift of her girlfriend’s weight in her lap. “Keep going, sweetie?”
A bashful smile at their reaction, an adorable little nod, then Jean’s long fingers reached for his belt and opened it with a few practised movements. Were it up to Mikasa she would have pulled the nice belt from the loops, enjoyed the sound of leather on fabric, before pushing down Jean’s pants and having him bend over, ass bare for her to use that belt on … not tonight, she reminded herself and instead appreciated the way Jean popped open the row of silvery buttons before he could push the tight jeans down to his thighs.
Wiggling his hips a bit he tugged them low enough to slide to the ground and he stepped out of them, spending an awkward moment toeing off his socks before coming to stand in front of them again. This time he was only wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs, the outline of his trapped length very apparent under the thin fabric. Mikasa could feel saliva pool under her tongue at the sight and Sasha squirmed even more in her lap.
Obviously still shy Jean first crossed his arms in front of his chest, then uncrossed them again to leave them hanging awkwardly at his sides, shifting from one foot to the other.
Looking at him nervously waiting for further instructions and feeling Sasha squirm in her lap gave Mikasa another idea though.
She turned her head so she could whisper into her girlfriend’s ear.
“Pull your feet up for me?”
Sasha needed a moment but then she did as Mikasa told her, pulling her legs up until she could rest her heels on the edge of the couch, on each side of Mikasa’s thighs. Her legs were spread a little bit like that and Mikasa pushed them apart even further as she reached out and hiked Sasha’s skirt up, giving Jean a perfect view of her girlfriend’s lacy panties.
Jean’s eyes grew wide at the sight, a shuddering breath escaping him and Sasha let out a sweet little chuckle.
“You look so good, Jean”, Sasha sighed, running a hand down her own thigh, nice and tan from all the time she spent outside sunbathing. “Make me so wet already…”
Mikasa could swear she saw the outline of Jean’s hard cock twitch at those words and smirked against Sasha’s shoulder. One hand slid down between her girlfriend’s legs, fingertips gliding along the satin still covering her. She was not surprised to find the material was slick with Sasha’s need already.
“Show us your pretty cock and I’ll show you her needy pussy”, Mikasa promised, making both of them sigh out low moans.
Sasha’s thighs trembled while Jean reached down to dig the heel of his palm against the base of his twitching cock, giving himself some relief before pulling his hand away again. There was still something timid to his movements when he grabbed the hem of his boxer briefs that clung to his hips so snugly, the motion deliberately slow like he needed to brace himself. Then he bit his lip and dragged the fabric down almost teasingly until his hard cock bounced free, slapping up against his stomach before bobbing back down.
Sasha squealed in her lap, hips shimmying and distracting Jean whose gaze dropped back to her exposed panties.
“It’s so cute!”, she giggled and strangely enough Mikasa had to agree. It wasn’t the biggest dick she’d ever seen but it suited Jean with its satisfying length, pretty upward curve and nice pink colour. He was uncut but the foreskin had already rolled almost all the way back to expose the flushed tip that looked so inviting Mikasa wanted to press her tongue against it and flick it over the glistening slit.
“It’s gonna feel so good inside you, baby”, Mikasa purred, fingers of one hand digging into Sasha’s smooth thigh while the other hiked her girlfriend’s skirt up all the way to her hips. Jean had been good, he deserved his promised reward.
to be continued…
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“Begging already?”, she purred, tightened her grip on his hair even more so he couldn’t move when Sasha began digging careful teeth into his bare throat. “Aren’t you just perfect for us?”
“Such a well behaved boy”, Sasha agreed after a moment, soothing her clever tongue across a faint bite mark. “Can’t wait to have him inside me…”
A choked noise escaped Jean’s throat and his hips twitched upwards to where Sasha was still seated in his lap. She laughed quietly, then shifted until she could grind down more firmly against what must have already been a straining erection. This time her movements were less teasing and more purposeful.
“That’s right. Sasha wants to ride your cock tonight”, Mikasa purred, sliding right up to Jean’s ear so he could feel her breath. She saw goosebumps prickle along his neck and smirked, feeling almost smug. “She’s gonna bounce in your lap and use you like a toy. I’d prefer to sit on your pretty face and see what else that clever mouth is good for. What do you think?”
“I think…” Jean’s voice was raspy and he cleared his throat before continuing. “I think … that sounds awesome…”
Mikasa let out a pleased hum at the answer even though she had not expected anything else. How could Jean ever say no to eating out a gorgeous woman while another one bounced in his lap? Next to her Sasha giggled and looked at Jean with a wide grin and curious eyes.
“You’re so hard already!”, she chirped, utterly shameless as she circled her hips, really grinding down against where she must have felt his cock straining against his pants. Mikasa wanted to reach down and slide her hand between them, slip her fingers under Sasha’s flowing skirt and check how wet her panties already were, then press down against Jean’s cock and watch him bite his lip at the contact.
But she held herself back and just smirked at the two of them, amused by the quick breaths Jean sucked in, the way his fingers dug into Sasha’s hip. When she noticed how much the glass of water was trembling between his fingers she plucked it away from him and set it down on the side table before turning back to them.
“So you like the thought of being our plaything?”, she asked again, just to be sure, even though his reactions up to now had already been telling enough. Jean let out a tight sigh when Sasha leaned down to nibble at his collarbone, still grinding her hips down into his lap.
“Yeah…”, he finally whispered and his free hand found Mikasa’s thigh in an almost embarrassed touch, so light and careful as if he didn’t know whether he was allowed to reach out for her at all. His nervousness was intriguing though and so she soon grabbed his wrist and pushed the shy hand further between her legs, trapping it high between her warm thighs where his fingers dug into the soft flesh. The touch was sweet and exciting and she rubbed her thighs together with arousal, making his hand move even higher until it almost brushed against her crotch.
She wondered what would happen if she opened her pants and slipped his hand inside, if he’d explore her and play with her clit, if he’d be good at fingering a girl or if she’d have to teach him a thing or two about how to please her. The thought of having to train him to be a good lover aroused her even more and she thought of all the fun they could have, keeping him busy between Sasha and herself until either of them had come enough times to leave them exhausted and he knew their bodies well enough to please them however they wanted.
But that was an idea for another night. Tonight they wanted to focus on him, wanted him to feel owned and used and she already had an idea how to kick that off in a fun way.
“Sasha”, she called out and her girlfriend looked up from where she had been sucking pretty bruises into Jean’s skin. Her cheeks were flushed but her eyes attentive.
“Yes, dear?”
“What do you say we inspect our cute little toy before we start?”
Judging by the way Sasha’s grin grew and her expression took on an especially pleased note she knew exactly where Mikasa was going with this and was already sliding out of Jean’s lap the next moment. He let out a regretful little noise but didn’t stop her, let go of her easily even though his longing eyes trailed after her. Mikasa really couldn’t blame him.
Before Sasha could plop down somewhere else Mikasa gently tucked Jean’s hand out from between her thighs and pat her lap, silently offering it as a seat for her girlfriend. A front row seat to the show they were about to get. Sasha accepted with a wide smile and a happy sigh.
As soon as she was settled, her back against Mikasa’s chest, sliding down so she could rest her head back against her shoulder, Mikasa looked over at Jean who watched them with curiosity and a trace of loss in his eyes. He would have Sasha in his lap again very soon. But first they needed him to do something for them.
“Get up”, Mikasa ordered him, not unkindly, and was amazed by how quickly he reacted. Jean all but jumped up from the couch and came to stand in front of them, wiping his clammy hands on his pants and eagerly waiting for further instruction. Oh, he was so very perfect.
Mikasa purred happily and wrapped both arms around her girlfriend’s waist, resting her chin on Sasha’s shoulder.
“Very good”, she hummed happily, eyes trailing up and down his body. “Now undress.”
He paused for a moment, swallowed visibly. Bit his lip in a way that made Mikasa want to bite it harder. Then, finally, he nodded and followed the order.
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Jean wasn’t quite as flushed and trembling as he had been in the coffee shop when he showed up at their apartment a few days later. But his nervousness was still very much obvious as he set down his backpack in the living room and awkwardly looked around like he was here for the very first and not the hundredth time.
“Ah, you look like you wanna run away every second”, Sasha chuckled as she guided Jean over to their couch, ever the empathetic host. “Don’t be scared, we’re not gonna eat you. I think…”
“I uh … I know”, Jean stuttered as she pushed him down into the soft cushions, his eyes growing wide as Sasha climbed into his lap without further ado, straddling his thighs. Mikasa couldn’t decide if she should laugh or tell her girlfriend to back off a little and let their poor friend breathe for a minute. So she didn’t do either and instead strolled over to hand Jean a glass of water before sinking down on the couch right next to them.
“It’s okay to be nervous”, she smiled, watching him swallow with some kind of amusement as Sasha shimmied her hips a bit. “But you don’t have to worry, you’ll be in good hands…”
As if to prove her point Sasha splayed her hands against Jean’s chest at that, fingers spread wide over the quick rise and fall as Jean breathed deeply.
“The best hands, really”, Sasha grinned and instead of answering Jean turned to his glass and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before even attempting to react.
“Okay”, he finally nodded, sounding just a bit breathless when Sasha moved her hips again, this time in a slow but insistent grind. Mikasa would not have expected her girlfriend to move this fast but her excitement was adorable and contagious and Jean did not seem like he was opposed to the pretty girl who had plopped into his lap, even though he apparently wasn’t sure what to do with her now that she was right there.
That wasn’t a problem though, he wouldn’t do much in general tonight. That was the deal. He only had to lean back and enjoy…
“So … what now?”
Jean had barely finished his question when Sasha caught his free hand between her fingers and flicked out her tongue to drag the very tip along his knuckles. Then she tugged it down to her hip, placing it there with a little smirk. He was allowed to touch her after all and he should make use of that privilege while he still could.
“Oh, we have lots of fun plans for tonight!”, she grinned, clapping her hands and bouncing in Jean’s lap, a glowing bundle of energy.
“How about we tell you some of our ideas and you let us know if you like them?”, Mikasa suggested and waited for Jean to come down from his last crisis and nod wordlessly.
“If you hear anything you don’t like just let us know and we won’t go there with you.”
“Yeah, you can always say no. That’s like the first and most important rule”, Sasha added, some of her exuberant energy fading from her voice as she looked at Jean with a more serious expression. “We usually use traffic lights but if you prefer different safe words that’s fine as well. But we need to be on the same page just in case.”
This nod was firmer already, more understanding. Jean seemed to get over the surprise lapful of beauty at last. He also seemed well versed in kinky play enough to at least know about safe words, which would make all of this run way more smoothly.
“Traffic lights are fine but … I don’t really think there’s much you can do to me I wouldn’t enjoy…”
It was still a bit breathless and adorably bashful, so much that Mikasa couldn’t resist reaching out to card her fingers through his blond hair. It was so soft, much softer than she would have expected.
“Oh, don’t say that just yet…”, she murmured, low and loving, her mind full of possibilities. Of course she didn’t want to take it far enough for any of them to use their safe words tonight. This was supposed to be a fun exploration they could take further another day if they all ended up enjoying themselves. But those kinds of challenges were hard for her to resist.
She wondered just how far they could take Jean, what he would be willing to do for them, what he would let them do, how hard they could push and how beautifully he’d break…
But not tonight.
Looking up she found Sasha’s wolfish grin on her and smirked back for just a moment before minutely shaking her head. Sasha nodded back, the sharpness leaving her expression. She knew what Mikasa had been thinking but they had agreed not to play too rough just yet. So she kept to that decision.
“We want to tie you up, Jean”, Sasha smirked instead, letting her hands stroke upwards until they came to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging in as a gentle massage. “Have you naked on our bed and tie your hands to the headboard so you’re all pretty and helpless for us. Would you like that?”
Taking another quick gulp of water Jean nodded, then added a quiet “Yeah, I’d like that…” that had hot arousal squirm low in Mikasa’s abdomen. She was a bit surprised by just how soft he was like this but it was a beautiful surprise.
“Then we want you nice and hard for us to play with”, Mikasa continued and watched his eyes flutter closed at her words, throat working to swallow. It was beautiful how receptive he was. “So we want to put a cock ring on you to keep you hard and ready for however long we need you.”
“God yes…”
Sasha giggled, wiggling her hips in happy excitement.
“You hear that, Mika? He can’t wait to be our cute little toy!”
“Such a needy boy”, Mikasa agreed, winding her fingers into soft blond hair and tugging playfully. His head fell back against the couch with ease and his lips parted around a sweet noise. She’d suspected he might be into hair pulling and to have her suspicions confirmed like this was way too satisfying. She had a feeling he’d satisfy them in many more ways.
“Can’t wait for us to play with your body however we want, hm? Can’t wait for us to pinch your cute nipples and play with your little dick … or to stretch your tight hole on our fingers and toys, fill it up with a pretty plug…”
Another gorgeous noise, his throat so long and pale Mikasa wanted to bite it and leave dark purple marks along his neck. Sasha was faster though, leaning forward with a sweet sigh to drag her lips along pale, unmarred skin.
“Yes, please…”, Jean all but whimpered and Mikasa had to bite her lip hard to keep from groaning.
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“What about Jean?”
Mikasa looked up from her notes spread across the dinner table and over at her girlfriend who was currently lounging on the couch, her game paused and thoughtful eyes meeting Mikasa’s. There was a subtle shimmer of mischief in Sasha’s expression that for some reason made Mikasa feel a pull of excitement.
“What about him?”, she asked, trying to remember if there was something about their friend they had forgotten, maybe that they wanted to meet for a few drinks or had been invited to come over to his place tonight, but she came up blank. Then she saw the way Sasha rolled around on the couch and propped her head up on her crossed arms, halfway leaning over the armrest. She looked like some kind of plotting cat, cute but a little bit dangerous. Mikasa liked the look on her.
“He can be an idiot but he’s still pretty cute, right?”, Sasha hummed, shrugging as casually as her position allowed her. “Also he’s been into you since middle school so I think he’d be interested…”
It took another moment but then the pieces fell into place and Mikasa remembered the conversation they had a few nights ago about branching out and trying new things. Sasha was right in that regard. Jean really could be awfully cute. But…
“I think he’s gotten over me by now”, she said, aware of the quiet smirk in her voice that her girlfriend picked up on immediately. It wasn’t a No and Sasha could obviously tell as much, judging by the way her grin grew sharper and she cocked her pretty head to the side.
“Enough to say no to a threesome with you and your hot girlfriend?”
Sasha had a point there. Jean didn’t have to still harbour that same intense crush he’d had on Mikasa for the better part of their school years to want to fool around with the two of them. As far as she knew he wasn’t seeing anyone right now and what else could speak against having some fun amongst friends, right? Besides, Mikasa could actually see him turn out to be just what they said they’d need in a third. The longer she thought about it the better she could understand just how Sasha had thought of him until she gave a slow nod.
“I’ll talk to him”, she agreed and was rewarded with the adorable sight of her girlfriend rolling onto her back and kicking her legs in excitement.
“Awesome!”, Sasha laughed. Mikasa was inclined to agree.
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“Just so we’re on the same page”, Mikasa began to explain to a very red faced, indeed very cute Jean, “this would not be some porn fantasy affair. We’re not interested in a guy who just wants to fuck two lesbians so he can later brag about it to his friends.”
“I … of course not, that’s … I mean aren’t you two bi anyway?”
Mikasa smiled softly at the nervously stuttered answer. Jean was surprisingly bashful for a guy who usually acted so tough, especially considering he’d just been offered just about every straight guy’s most cliché wet dream. But Sasha’s assessment had been right: Jean could be an annoying idiot at times but they sure wouldn’t still be friends after all these years if that wasn’t just mostly an act he could drop at a moment’s notice if necessary. Or sometimes, when an offer caught him especially off guard. Then he apparently reverted back to the stuttering and blushing teenager who once told Mikasa he liked her hair in the most awkward way imagineable.
“Sasha’s pan but that’s not the point”, Mikasa shrugged, smiling even more about Jean’s quiet, stuttered apology that followed her words. “The point is that we’re not gonna be some trophies for you to play with and prove what a great stud you are.”
Jean furrowed his brows like the very thought of treating them like that was repulsive to him. Good. Even considering his sometimes excessive macho guy act they had not misjudged him after all.
When he didn’t say anything, didn’t protest or make any promises, Mikasa licked her lips and continued.
“You like strong women, don’t you Jean?”
She had not thought it was physically possible for his face to flush even more but it did when he gave a small nod, eyes wide and breath tight. He was so adorable already Mikasa wanted to reach out and pet his head, maybe cup his cheek with a gentle palm and run a thumb along his lower lip.
There was just something about him like this, so open and honest and vulnerable, that made her soft. Not unlike when Sasha knelt for her. If he was like this when they took him home they would have lots and lots of fun together.
“I’m asking because we’re not looking for this to be just any threesome. We would love to make it a bit more kinky and take control of you together. Ordering you around, making you do our bidding and please us … possibly with some rope or a nice pair of handcuffs involved. We have some exciting plans and we’re looking for someone who’d like to play with us and be our good boy.”
She could have worded that differently, told Jean in a more neutral tone that they were looking for a subby guy they could dominate together. But oh it was such a delight to see her friend squirm with every sensually murmured word. When he couldn’t do anything but bite his lip and shift suspiciously in his seat Mikasa just couldn’t help but push a bit further.
“The thought turns you on, hm?”, she purred and watched Jean’s breath hitch with immense satisfaction. “Would you like that? Would you like to be our good boy, our pretty pet?”
Reaching across the table she placed a soothing hand over his warm, trembling fingers that were clutching his cup of coffee like a lifeline.
“Would you like us to tie you to our bed and have our way with you?”
She didn’t need the hoarse “Yes…” he finally managed to choke out to know he was more than interested in her offer but it was still satisfying to hear.
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“I’m gonna kill her”, Jean murmured as his mind put together the pieces, the basket with wine and cookies and now this cloak. As much as this might have seemed like a thoughtful and fitting gift considering where Sasha and her boyfriend had spent their vacation, this last item turned it into an absolute joke and Jean was annoyed with himself that he hadn’t seen it before.
“Who’s getting killed?”, came Eren’s voice from the door leading out to the patio.
Jean already knew what he would find when he looked up but his heart still skipped a beat and his hands grew even clammier. Because Eren was naked. Casually and unapologetically so, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses pushed all the way up into his hair, an empty cocktail glass in one hand.
Jean should really be used to it by now, considering how quickly his mate started overheating and how fast he was to take off his clothes. It wasn’t anything special to see him stroll around naked in the summer, as long as it was just the three of them at home.
That was one of the many benefits or having no direct neighbours except for a small farm about a mile down the road. But then again Jean doubted Eren would have handled it very differently had they lived in a suburb somewhere with sexually frustrated mums peeking into their garden all day. Eren just didn’t care enough about what anyone thought to not make himself comfortable in his own home.
But no matter how often Jean saw his mate lounge around naked and no matter how those many situations were seldom of sexual nature he still could not keep that flare of heat at bay whenever he looked at Eren’s gorgeous body. It was the confidence, he’d decided at some point, that enticed him more than any amount of naked skin. The way his mate was so unapologetic and unbothered even while he was seemingly vulnerable … it was incredibly attractive.
Jean’s thoughts were derailed for long enough that Eren’s eyes flicked over to the table where the basket was still sitting so innocently, then started dipping down to take a look at the red fabric Jean was clutching. Slowly his lips started to pull into a grin.
Of course Eren would get the joke within seconds and of course his reaction would be just like that. It was exactly the kind of thing Eren found an almost cruel glee in. Just like the incident with the bunny ears a while ago.
“What you got there, Little Red?”, he drawled and the smooth dip in his voice did not help Jean’s already overheating brain come up with a clever answer. A snorted laugh from Marco only made Eren grin wider as he stalked closer, setting down his glass on the kitchen table before he reached out to touch the cloak.
“You should have told us about your role play fantasies”, he teased, tugging lightly on the fabric that Jean wouldn’t let go of. “You know we always love to…”
“It was a gift!”, Jean finally blurted before his mate could say anything else that implied Jean was into something as embarrassing and tacky as fairy tale role play. “Sasha sent me a gift! It’s a joke! And I don’t have any role play fantasies!”
With that Jean yanked at the cloak until it slipped through Eren’s fingers and stuffed it back into the package, knowing full well that now this line of conversation was opened and could not be stuffed back into any box again, no matter how hard he tried.
But instead of more teasing from Eren there was some gentle but firm protest from someone Jean would not have expected joining this so soon.
“I don’t know, darling”, Marco hummed, looking amused and maybe even a little smug. “Would you really protest like this if it never crossed your mind?”
“It hasn’t!”, Jean insisted. At least not until he had found the red cloak at the bottom of the box. It was a dumb joke, sure, but…
“Yeah, that sounds an awful lot like someone is overcompensating for his naughty fantasies…” Eren’s purr was low and sensual and when had he even come this close? Almost close enough to lean in and drag his hot tongue along the side of Jean’s neck. The shirt he wore was loose enough, Eren could just tug the collar aside and dig his teeth into the faded mark he had left on Jean’s shoulder, reinstate his claim just like he loved to in bed…
“I wouldn’t mind being a big bad wolf … especially not if I found a cute boy lost in the woods…”
Jean jumped as another pair of hands found his hips, the warmth and smell of Marco’s body a palpable presence behind him, the steady calm to Eren’s insistent simmer.
A quiet growl of agreement against his neck before Eren pulled back just enough to grin up at him.
“Could chase you around a bit”, he suggested, the suddenly spiking arousal obvious in his eyes, the way he paused to lick his lips, “then show you what we do to a pretty thing like you who’s wandering our territory…”
The arousal was a sweet, hot stab low in his abdomen and Jean squirmed between his mates, unable to think when Eren was mouthing along his neck and Marco nuzzled behind his ear.
So they were the ones into this, he realized when his hands found Eren’s shoulders, the skin warm from the sun and sticky with fresh sweat. It did make sense after all. They loved overwhelming him and taking him apart, playing the big bad wolves hunting down Little Red … that actually did hit some well established kinks, no matter how embarrassing and tacky.
The more Jean thought about it, hands gliding over sticky skin and head rolling back to rest against Marco’s shoulder, the more he liked the idea himself. Getting dressed up in a red cloak and carrying around a basket with wine and cookies seemed a bit ridiculous to him. But if it turned his mates on and ended with him being fucked nice and rough out in the open woods … well, he had a feeling that each of them would get what they wanted out of this.
After all he wasn’t exactly the one to judge. Not after bringing the two big bad wolves home in the first place, as Sasha had noted so sharply.
So while Eren started nibbling on his shoulder and Marco purred some more unfairly tempting ideas into his ear Jean started thinking about which of his outfits would go nicely with his new red cloak.
The End
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