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Marinette slumps back on the bed as Damian releases his grip on Adrien’s hair, allowing the blond to pull off his cock and straighten himself. Damian slowly slides out of Adrien, allowing Marinette to watch his semen leak from his husband’s swollen hole. The couple shares a soft kiss, and Adrien moves to lay his head on Marinette’s lap so she’ll pet his hair. Damian moves to sit beside her, then looks down at his well-fucked husband.
“Adrien, do you want to be plugged, cleaned, or eaten out?”
The purring cat hero turns to his bug for her opinion, wanting to make her happy.
“That’s up to you, kitty. Don’t look at me. You’re the one who knows what you prefer to feel when you’re fucking.”
He pouts, but neither gives him sympathy. A huff leaves him, “Fine, I’ll decide.”
Adrien’s brow furrows in thought, “I don’t think I want to be plugged… Mostly because if we had gotten together as teens, I wouldn’t have been plugged then,” he sends an apologetic glance at Damian, but receives understanding in response. I must be the luckiest man on earth, he thinks to himself before continuing to deliberate. “When it comes to being cleaned or eaten out… I’m not sure. I enjoy being eaten out, of course, but I don’t have a preference right now.”
Marinette chews her lip and glances at Damian to see if he has any opinion, continuing to card her fingers through Adrien’s hair. Damian just gives her a hint of a smile, nodding in encouragement of whatever she’s thinking.
“Can…Can I try?”
Adrien’s purring stutters, “Try what?”
Damian smirks slightly, “I believe she is asking if she can eat you out, Qateh.”
Licking his lips, he rasps, “Only if I can do the same.”
Marinette blushes deeply but nods her head.
“Words.”
“Y-yes, you can…”
“Can…?” Adrien says, leaning closer with a cheshire grin.
Covering her face, she squeaks out, “eat me out!”
“If you insist,” he smirks, moving from her lap to between her legs.
“Qateh, I’m going to plug you so your mess is contained until it is your turn.”
Adrien doesn’t respond, just props his hips up in a way that will make it easier for Damian to insert the toy as he blows lightly on Marinette’s cunt.
“Be a good kitten and lick up the mess on her thighs, Qateh,” Damian’s voice sounds. He pushes the toy in as Adrien cleans the mess from Marinette’s first orgasm, causing him to nip her thigh. She whimpers and Damian’s cock twitches.
Moving to sit beside her, Damian grabs the hand still coated in her release and begins to lick it clean, making eye contact as he sucks each finger into his mouth. Her mouth parts in a small ‘o’, only for her eyes to roll back as Adrien’s mouth finally meets her pussy, a whine leaving her lips as he licks from her entrance to her clit.
She feels as her former-partner grins, then dips his tongue into her, his nose brushing her clit as he does. Her hands fly into his hair, pressing him closer, needing him deeper. His tongue swirls before he moves to lick her clit. A finger enters her just as Damian captures her lips, his hand finding and pinching her nipple.
Marinette’s hips buck, causing Adrien to chuckle against her as he holds them down, sliding a second finger into her as Damian licks and sucks at her neck, making a trail to her breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth as his husband curls his fingers just right and purrs against her clit.
The sound that leaves Marinette is unholy, her back arching off the bed as she squirts into Adrien’s mouth, trembling and whimpering as he helps her ride out her orgasm.
She collapses back onto the bed, breathless, as Adrien pulls away and wipes his face, eyes sparkling like every one of his teenage dreams has come true.
“I’m sorry, Gray. But that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced.”
Marinette blushes profusely, though Damian responds, “I don’t know why you’re apologizing. I wholeheartedly agree.”
Having caught her breath, the focus of their attentions shifts onto her hands and knees to move, unintentionally teasing the men before her.
“Lay down, Kitty. It’s my turn.”
The man immediately freezes, swallowing audibly and moving into position. Damian’s face is a mix of a smirk and intrigue as he watches his two bed partners swap places.
Adrien reclines against the pillows with his knees propped up, slowly letting them fall open. His face grows steadily more red as Marinette crawls towards him. As she lays on her stomach between his legs, Damian fists his own steadily growing erection, still slick with lube and his previous spend.
Marinette glances up at Adrien, then to Damian, unsure. “How do I pull this out?”
The blond just grows redder, his huband chuckling lowly and reaching over to remove the butt plug for her. Once it’s free, his cum starts to seep out of Adrien’s ass.
Marinette watches with wide eyes, licking her lips and leaning in, making eye contact with Adrien as her tongue makes contact. He jumps, startled, his hole clenching against her mouth. A grin tugs at her lips, and she begins to dip her tongue into him more, tasting Damian’s essence as she does. Her eyes close briefly as she processes the taste. She wouldn’t call it pleasant, but it’s definitely not the worst thing she’s tasted, and she’s happy to continue tasting it if it means she can please the men taking a chance on her. Adrien whimpers and whines above her, hands fisting the sheets. Her hands part his cheeks more, getting closer as she licks around the rim and pushes her tongue farther into him.
Having basically cleaned all of the cum from him, she pulls back and lets her finger probe around, her nose tickling his testicles. Curiously, she takes one into her mouth, drawing a yelp out of her partner. She switches to the other one, drawing a moan from him. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Damian jerking off to the sight and clenches her thighs as a new wave of arousal hits.
She releases his sack and noses further upward, licking a trail up the underside of his shaft, a second finger entering his hole. A hand flies to her hair as she licks and places teasing kisses up his shaft, placing a final one on his tip and licking the weeping slit. A strained noise is drawn from the blond as he asks, “Are- are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
Rather than release him, she takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue and humming in response, “Mhm.”
Adrien cries out, hips bucking, and his hand forces her head down to the base of his shaft, gagging her as he shoots his load down her throat, his ass rhythmically clenching with each spurt. She chokes a bit and struggles to swallow but manages well enough. Her throat convulsing around him earns her another pulse of his shaft, his dick heavy on her tongue.
He slowly releases his grip on her hair, allowing her to pull back. As she does, she catches his flavor. Similar to Damian’s, it’s still not very pleasant, but she loves tasting it anyway, evidence of her succeeding at pleasing him. Her mouth naturally opens as she lets him go, her tongue showcasing what’s left of the semen he spilled, drawing another pitiful whine from the blonde, and a strangled grunt from Damian as he reaches his own release, spilling on his abs just as she glances over. She closes her mouth and swallows, pressing one last kiss to Adrien’s tip as she looks at him teasingly. Her watery eyes, swollen lips, and red face testament to her victory.
Without asking, she moves to Damian, using her mouth to clean the mess he made watching.
Adrien watches, panting as he recovers. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ve cum that fast since the first time Damian sucked me off,” he rasps, closing his eyes.
“I know. It was quite the show she put on,” he murmurs, carding his hand through her hair as her lips dance over his skin, pulling her back when she’s finished. When she whines, she receives a sharp tug in response. “No. Go lay with Qateh.”
Her face falls, and he recognizes her slight dip into subspace, her want to please him, causing his own eyes to soften.
“I’ll be right back, Angel. Adrien will keep you company, I promise I won’t be long.”
She pouts but goes to curl up with Adrien as she comes down, slightly confused at what had happened, while Damian climbs off the bed to begin the first round of aftercare.
“Wha-?”
“You feeling alright, Mar? You dipped into subspace at the end there.”
“I’ve never-” she cuts herself off, going over the events. How happy she was to please them and the fuzzy feeling she got when she was cleaning the evidence. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry about it, bug, both Damian and I have done it before, depending on who’s domming who and who’s topping or bottoming. It only shows how safe you feel with us guiding you. We’re honored to have that trust,” he holds her tighter, stroking her hair to soothe her.
Damian gives water to Marinette and Adrien, making sure they both stay hydrated, and a small snack to keep their energy up. He quickly consumes his own, then moves to thoroughly clean himself. They hadn’t yet discussed how Marinette would be taking them, but he wanted to make sure there was no possible bacterial transfer. Using the remainder of his refractory period to ensure that seemed like an adequate spending of the time.
“So…where’d you learn to do that, if you’ve never done it before?”
“Honestly?”
They both give her deadpan looks as if they hadn’t already discussed how she feels about lies.
“…Fanfiction and Erotica.” Her face is bright red with her admission.
Adrien gains a teasing grin, “and yet you mock me about my anime?”
“That’s different and you know it. You based all of your actions and interactions on what you watched. I just remembered what I read and tried to replicate it in hopes that it would please you. And it did,” she sticks her tongue out at him.
Damian finishes sanitizing himself, and joins the other two, curling himself around them and resting his hand on Marinette’s stomach.
“How do you wish to proceed, Marinette? We’ve got plenty of condoms-”
“A-actually, I was hoping we could…skip them? I’m on the pill, I swear! I just… I don’t know… I want to feel it, you know? I want to know what it’s like to have your cum inside me, to feel it spill out of me when we’re done… is…is that okay?” she asks meekly, cheeks red, glancing at them briefly before returning to playing with her hands to avoid looking at them.
The two share a glance, knowing their response without speaking. With a gentle, but firm, touch, Damian lifts her head, analyzing her, choosing his words carefully.
“Had you been anyone else, we would have removed you from our apartment for even considering the thought,” she tries to drop her gaze, but he refuses to let her. “But you are not just anyone, Marinette. We trust you. And…we would also like to share the experience with you. Another first, if you will.”
Her eyes widen, a small, shy smile gracing her lips, prompting Damian to steal a kiss. When they pull back, Adrien turns her head to himself, taking a kiss of his own.
“He’s right. We’d like nothing more than to breed you, princess,” his grin turns feral as she squeaks, burying her face in her hands.
“I- I’d also like to…to have…anal sex?” she squeaks again. “I just… I want to experience it all, with people I trust…on the chance this never happens again…” she trails off, a little despondent.
Both men had the same thought in their minds, a glance at each other confirming it: this will definitely happen again. As long as she wants it to. But neither were ready to say it out loud. After all, this is the first time they’ve seen each other in years. People change. Maybe it won’t work out. Maybe after everything tonight, they’ll find they don’t click quite right.
“We will worry about the future tomorrow, little bug. Tonight is about us. And we are certainly willing to fulfill all of your desires.”
She blushes, a small hope growing in her heart. It’s just tonight. The future can wait.
“How do you want to do this, bug? Who do you want where?”
Somehow, she manages to turn a brighter red.
“This- this is going to sound crazy.”
“Marinette, you jumped in the mouth of a fucking dinosaur. You willingly let us get eaten by a sentimonster. I don’t think there’s much you could do that’s crazier than that.”
The mentions of her past exploits brought a sense of calm to her, making it easier to proceed.
“I- I want…both?”
“You’re going to have to clarify that, bugaboo.”
“I- I’ve read that it’s possible, and I have seen porn where it’s done, so I know that it is possible…”
Adrien deadpans.
“Don’t look at me like that. Porn isn’t realistic for how people experience pleasure or how much they cum or things like that. It’s staged. But it shows what bodies can and can’t do.”
“Marinette, what debauchery did you observe that you wish to experience?”
Blushing at the phrasing, she powers through, “I want both of you. At once. In…” she takes a deep breath, “In one hole.”
Both stare at her.
“What? It’s possible to do, just like fisting,” she shrugs. “I’m not asking to be fisted, by the way. It’s just an example.
“Okay.” Clearing his throat, Adrien tries again, “Okay. So- so what do we do?”
“I think I want Adrien to face me? If that’s okay?” When they nod, she continues, “And Damian from behind. So…it’s kind of like living out our teenage fantasies, but I still get to have both of you. And because Adrien had my mouth first, Damian can get my ass. Is- is that fair? Does that sound fair?”
“You don’t need to explain your reasoning to us, little bug. It’s your body. You’re leading us. But we appreciate you trying to make things equal between us. I am happy to take whatever you offer me, and I’m sure Qateh feels the same.”
“It’s like Gray said, Mar. You’re in control. Even if you’re submitting to us. It’s a misconception that doms have the power. It’s the subs.”
Damian nods in confirmation.
“So, guide us. Tell us what to do.”
“A lot of times with double penetration, they start with one person all the way in and then add someone else. I don’t want to do it like that. I think… I think you could stretch me enough with your fingers—both of you together…and then you could push in at the same time? I also know that sometimes people do it laying down, whether that’s with the person being penetrated on their knees or on their back. But they also have done it standing or on their knees, with the person taking them sandwiched between, held up by their arms. I don’t know what’s easier, if I’m being honest. But I think laying down with my back on Damian’s chest and Adrien on top of me is the way I want to do it. At least for the first time. Maybe later we can try others.”
Having laid out and explained her plans, she looks at the two men she’s trusting to take care of her, finding both of them erect, their dicks jutting out in her direction and eyes dark with lust.
“I’m going to start your preparation, since Adrien’s already had the pleasure of feeling you, if that’s alright with you?”
She nods wordlessly, a blush dancing over her skin again.
“Words.”
“Y-yes, Damian.”
A wicked grin crosses his lips, “Good girl.”
She whimpers, leaning back into the pillows as he crawls over her, Adrien settling at his side. Despite her eyes tracking their every move, she still jumps when Damian’s hand makes contact, gliding his fingers over her slit. He glances up at her to assess whether or not to proceed. Finding no hesitation, he dips his middle finger between her lower lips, teasing her clit before moving to circle her entrance and push his finger inside. His finger probes around, but his eyes never leave her face, watching to see what makes her feel best. She clenches around his finger when he finds her g-spot, her mouth dropping open with a whine that Adrien swallows, dipping his tongue into her mouth.
Damian adds a second finger, scissoring her open the way he does when he prepares Adrien. It’s interesting how similar yet different the two experiences are. It takes more work to open Adrien’s ass initially than it does to get a finger or two into Marinette, and while both holes are warm and wet, the walls feel different. That doesn’t stop him from enjoying the pleasure it brings either of his lovers.
He re-focuses on Marinette and guides one of Adrien’s fingers to her entrance, letting slide inside along his two. Marinette gasps into Adrien’s mouth, clenching around the new intrusion, feeling a bit fuller. The two men work together to open her up enough to take both of them, eager both to please her and to share the experience.
Adrien carefully worms a second finger into her, resting his forehead on her own, feeling his husband’s fingers working alongside him. It takes a bit for her walls to relax enough, but soon Damian is able to add a third finger, the pressure on her g-spot sending her over the edge. She mewls, squirting a bit as her walls pulse around the five digits inside her. As she calms down, Damian moves to kiss her, continuing to slowly work her open as he does.
Adrien’s third finger finds it’s way inside as her walls relax post-orgasm. Six fingers work in tandem to stretch her as she pants, eyes closing as her head falls back. When they think she can handle it, Damian wriggles a fourth finger in, drawing a whine from her lips, a slight grimace on her face. They immediately stop, seven fingers still inside her, causing her to half-open her eyes.
“Are you alright?” They watch her face closely for any sign of deception, unwilling to continue if it will cause her harm.
“Y-yeah,” she breathes shakily. “Really full. So glad I’ve been physically active for years and played with myself at times. Don’t know that I could do this if my hymen wasn’t already stretched. There’d probably be blood on your hands. Not to say there won’t be something at some point, we are pushing my vagina wider than it’s ever been, but I’m alright.” The way she’s stretched has all of her focus, taking away her brain-to-mouth filter.
The men exchange a look, having not looked at their hands until now. While there is a slight pink tinge, there’s nothing that concerns them, especially with her reassurances. It’s her body. She knows her limits best.
“Speak up if there’s a problem, m’lady. We want to fulfill your fantasies, not cause trauma.”
“I’m fine. Please, d-don’t stop,” she whimpers, clenching around their fingers.
“I think after Adrien’s fourth finger is in, you’ll be able to handle us.”
Her walls clench again, showcasing her arousal as if they couldn’t already tell.
Their fingers resume their motions, stretching her and pressing into all of her spots.
“Are you ready, Mar? I’m going to put in my fourth finger so we can make sure you can handle us?”
“Please,” she begs, legs trembling as her walls pulse with arousal.
The last finger slides in and she keens, cumming again. Though she didn’t squirt, her walls contracted around them deliciously as they worked her through it. When the contracting wanes, they pause, just letting her feel them inside her.
“We’re going to remove our hands, Marinette.”
She nods, breathless, “O-okay.”
Carefully, they remove their limbs from inside her, fingers wrinkled from the moisture. They use a nearby towel to wipe them off, not wanting to get any of the minimal blood on her skin as they move. Damian lifts Marinette carefully, pulling her into his lap and laying down, spreading her legs around his as he bends his knees to ensure they stay open. He palms her breasts, enjoying the way her body tenses on top of him. He can feel as she trembles, each breath of air she takes.
Adrien moves between Damian’s legs, grabbing his husband’s penis and pressing it to his own, jerking them together briefly, Marinette feeling his chest rumble as he hums in pleasure under her. Adrien guides both appendages towards her hole, biting his lip. There’s a small sound from all three of them as the tips kiss her opening.
A quick intake of air and they begin to press into her. Despite the preparation, it still feels like a tight fit for all three of them. Marinette’s so full she can’t even think straight. Meanwhile, her lovers are overwhelmed with the feeling of sharing her. It’s slow, shallow thrusts until they’re fully inside her, at which point, they all freeze, reveling in the feeling of being connected. After a moment, they begin to move again. Adrien’s lips find hers as her hands tangle in his hair. One of Damian’s hands dances down to play with her clit as the other toys with a nipple, his lips sucking on her shoulder, leaving marks to show her she’s been claimed. The sounds of skin on skin and the squelching of her pussy clinging to them fills the room with their whispered curses and muttered praises, moans and and grunts and sighs spilling from their lips unabashed.
“Fuck, Marinette, so fucking good for us.”
“Please!”
“You’re taking us so well, little bug.”
“Oh god!”
“You’re so beautiful, m’lady.”
All three of them have tears in their eyes from the emotions wrought from their connection. And as much as they would love to spend hours like this, entwined until the golden hour, their bodies demand otherwise.
Marinette’s walls gradually tighten around them, encouraging the men to pick up their pace, thrusting into her with abandon.
“That’s it, just like that, princess. Take our dicks like a good girl.”
“Can’t take it!”
“Cum for us, little bug.”
Her orgasm roars through her, her voice echoing around the room as the cums harder than she ever has in her life, soaking the three of them as she squirts. The pulsing rhythm of her orgasm is the final straw to send her men over the edge, their thrusts stuttering as their release finds them, filling her with their seed.
Adrien collapses onto Marinette, panting heavily, and Damian helps them all roll onto their sides, none of them quite ready to separate despite the various bodily fluids and their overstimulation. The two men start to soften inside of her, but neither pulls away, basking in the afterglow.
“Holy fuck.”