They Should Call You Sugar, Your So Sweet (Smutz)

Popcorn night pt 1 (You x sam x deena)

a.n- lil experimenation of self-insert fanfiction. I have no idea what I'm doing, but hope that you enjoy this

I felt very lucky to be able to be close to them like this. To be able to feel the steady beating of Sam's heart on my ear from where my head was on her chest, her hands combing through my hair. We were all aware of the movie that was playing somewhere on Deena's chest of drawers. Yet it was the last thing on any of our minds.

Deena had the bowel of popcorn resting on my ass, I could hear her laughing every time that she went to go and get a handful from the bowl. Probably because even her touch through the god damn plastic was enough to make my senses feel heightened around her and our other girlfriend. Sam's fingernails scratching my scalp certainly weren't helping to dull the feeling.

"Hey, Sam surly your cuddling time with y/n is up. The popcorn is almost all out." Deena whines. Laughing again as she picks the bowl off of my butt and then finishes the rest of it, looking at Sam with her big, wide puppy eyes.

"Just go make some more Dee, I haven't had any yet." I feel myself humming as I feel Sam's heart start to race a little faster at the prospect of us being alone for a few minutes. Wondering if Sam was thinking what I was thinking.

"Y/n, I will literally do anything you want me to do to you once I've had an equal amount of cuddling time with Sam. Can't we switch? Sam can literally go in the middle?" Deena's rants are so cute to me. it's the way that she gets so passionate with these big love emotions written all over her face, her eyes practically gleaming.

I turn around out of Sam's embrace and sit up, moving over on Deena's bed to make some space for Deena to later come to get comfortable with her other girlfriend. Sam tells Deena that she adores her and that she adores me too, then it's finally enough for the petite brunette to run back down to the microwave to put some more popcorn into the bowl.

"Okay, but our girlfriend is so soft for us!" Sam giggles before high fiving me, and I end up feeling like I have to check my pulse when she grins at me, because I'm not sure how I got so lucky with these two. "I really think we can get Deena to do whatever we want her to."

"We could really overwhelm her though if we start doing all the things that she claims she isn't fussed about us doing." I whisper into Sam's ear. Biting on her ear lobe gently afterwards.

"Come on, she'll hear us Y/n, then want to join and get upset if she sees that I like the look of jealousy almost that she gets on her face." Sam cups my cheeks. Y/coloured/eyes meeting blue before lips meet in a slow kiss.

"It's such a hot look though, every. Single. Fucking. Time." I made my way to Sam's neck. Leaving a few marks their just to spark up a few moans from the blonde underneath me. Enough to make Deena's ears prick up downstairs.

"That's cause you like working Deena up." Sam speaks in between kisses, getting on top of me before the door spills open.

"You like working me up, hmm y/n?" She looks so defensive with the fresh bag of popcorn in her hands, trying to steady her breathing to make it look like me and Sam hadn't broken one of our kisses, just to look at each other and laugh at how Deena had ran up the stairs to make sure she was part of the love that was about to be made on her bed.

"Dee" We both say in unison.

"You're literally proving our point." Sam quickly adds. Unbuttoning her own shirt before planting her hands back around my neck and pulling me into a short make out session with her. We hear footsteps, once again, then feel the mattress moving as Deena gets onto of it.

"Please let me kiss you Sam, y/n can keep on touching you." It sounds so ridiculously hot coming from Deena Johnson's mouth, that I don't even stop Sam from starting to undress my clothes as Dee walks closer to us. Unbuttoning her own shirt before checking out the both of us. "I just want one kiss."

Sam's cheek is against mine. I could feel her heavy breath on the side of my face whilst we both look at the desperate, pleading girl in front of us.

"Please Sam. Y/n, I'll give you one right after. All equal, like we promised."