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

Popcorn night pt 2 (you x Sam x Deena)

an- long over due. but hey...i think i actually really like writing this kinda stuff. Reader tops Sam...Deena watches.

And Deena kept to her promise. One kiss for Sam; one that was so gentle and sweet that I couldn't help but melt at the sight myself. Then of course, one for me in which Deena had sighed into. Her hands wrapping around my bare waist. Sam held my hand the entire time.

I wanted to know what was going through Deena's mind. Since she'd been so quiet and seemed so happy with how between us it's a game of tension and love-struck stares. Adoration increasing as Deena gets up and manually turns off the tv, going to stand in front of her bed.

"Is it bad that I do kind of want to...er. Watch my girlfriends fuck, and then have my own way with y/n?" She bites her lip. Her beautiful hands clutching tightly onto the back of the bed frame as her face becomes more serious. I liked seeing her like this, taking charge of the situation and her desires, making mine increase tenfold.

Sam shakes her head urgently. "What no...that's not bad. If it is bad, it's bad..."

When Sam pauses it makes me think back to the origins of our relationship with each other. How Sam had always been the instigator and Deena had always been so, so, so sure that there is nobody else in the world she'd ever want this dynamic with. How we were all able to fall into this love where we are accepting completely to try everything and anything in the world together.

"In the best way possible Deena, like that might just be one of the best ideas that we've ever had." Sam continues and her grin was enough to make me want to jump on her right again. Her words sending a jolt straight to my core.

"You know what, yeah?" I tell them when Sam looks at me for some reassurance. "And you've even got popcorn if you want to sit back and watch the show."

Deena laughs, and I feel myself melting again. "You are both so sexy, I can't even believe that I get to date you both."

***

I cup Sam's face again once we're both completely undressed. I felt so much tenderness swimming in her eyes that when I leant down to press a kiss to her lips once more, it was no surprise that she'd already instinctively met me halfway. Both her lips and her hips pressing up into me as I gently pull back. Biting her lip slightly as my hands go back down to her thighs, keeping them wide so I could fit the gap between them.

I held myself up, keeping still. Just looking at her and watching the way that she rolled her hips upwards, in search of something. Her eyes looking to Deena for help, and I could see Dee in my peripheral vision and see that she'd only gave Sam a shake of her head. She wasn't coming to the rescue.

Sam whimpers, and that's what seems to spur me on again. Along with being able to hear that Deena had unbuckled her jeans behind us and had clearly also heard the beautiful noise that Sam had made.

"Y/n, please." It's said so desperately and so quietly as almost an whisper that it doesn't really take much for Sam to cry out. I grind closer to her, lifting one of Sam's legs to get a better angle and to better find her area of vulnerability already crying out for one of its other halves.

"Fuck Sam." I groan out the second that her heels are digging into my lower back, our bodies coming together in the most sensational way. I watch blue eyes snap shut as she pulls me closer. The bed hitting against the wall at this point.

"Deena!" I hear Sam call out, which only causes the bed to shake a little bit more as I feel our other girlfriend getting onto it again. Cupping Sam's face and putting some of her now-slightly-sweaty hair behind her ear as I slow down my pace gently.

"Y/n just like that." I keep going. Seeing how Deena was still cupping Sam's face, so I try to manouver myself in a way that would mean that she could lean in to kiss her or press her mouth to her neck. Yet nothing seems to work, and with the way that Sam seems to be getting closer and closer to the edge, it seems like maybe it's not viable right now anyway.

Sam's movements become tight and rigid. No longer fucking up into me for extra sensation, yet instead waiting for me to catch on and give her everything she needs, even if it does mean over loading all her senses. So, I move down to her chest and start palming one whilst my mouth moves to the other. acting as a catalyst as her back arches up again and I'm able to free my hands to work my way down her legs.

"You are being such a good girl." Deena adds to the panting girls emotions by taking place where my hands had been on the blondes chest. 'so much for wanting to purely watch' I thought.

"Ahhh." She grunts the second that two of my fingers meet the warmth underneath her skin. Curling up as my tongue goes back to meeting the spot that gets her like putty in our hands. "Y/n!"

I could feel my hips continuing their grind, even against the sheets of Deena's mattress. That's just the effect that these two have on me.

Watching Samantha Fraser will always be something magical. It's the way you see her brain short-circuit, her eyes meet whole galaxies of blue and her angelic personality come into full effect. Making it super easy to believe that the whole thing is something you have just dreamed into existence...or that you are in heaven.

"You tasted so fucking good Samantha Fucking Fraser." And me saying that seemed to be enough to make her fuck herself down even harder on my fingers. The action undoing her at the seams as her come tastes a little thicker on my tongue. I keep going till I hear her begging me to stop, and start to lick with the intention of cleaning rather than to give her anything else, knowing full well that she'd be too sensitive.

I crawl up to being on top of her again. Watching the rise and fall of her breathing and pressing heated kisses on her skin as I work my way up.

"I love you so much." She hugs me and I hug her back. Loving that we'd just had these moments.

"I love you too." I tell giving her a big kiss before going to lay down in between her and Deena. Who honestly looked like she had just had a heart attack or seizure with the way she didn't seem to know what she had just been through?

There was silence for a while, except for all three of our heavy breathing. Silence which Deena ends up breaking.

"I think I came in my pants...without even being touched."