SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Post-show (Smut) (Part 2)

TW: YOUR GIRL WENT AND DID IT, IT'S BEEN ALMOST A MONTH, WARNING! SMUT, IT'S AIMIE*SAM*MILLIE, READ THE PART BEFORE THIS BECAUSE IT MAKES NO SENSE OTHERWISE

"It's not like you can taste bad, Sam. You're a marshmallow, so of course, you'll taste like one," Sam's dimples which were very rarely on show, came out since they were only ever visible if she was smiling extra hard, which in this case, she was.

"You always make me feel like a queen."

"You're a God."

"You're the queen of the Gods."

"No, that's Millie," Aimie corrected. The two women enveloped Millie between them, snuggling together.

"Both of you- you're both so fit. How am I meant to hold my ground with you around?"

"You won't, and that's a good thing."

"Right, my little bitch. All fours, now," Sam ordered, pushing Millie off her gently. Millie did as she said, forming the position rather skilfully. "Your posture is gorgeous, sweetie," Sam complimented, running her hand over Millie's perfectly curved back.

"She went to Laines. A pretty prestigious dance school if you will," Aimie said, proud of her best friend for her achievements.

Sam spread Millie's legs slightly.

"Pure, bitch. Pure as fuck. You sure you're not a virgin?" Sam smirked, palming Millie's breasts.

"Y-yes..."

"Hard to believe. Anyway, are you comfortable like this, baby?"

Millie shook her head honestly. "My knees aren't weak, but I won't last like this."

"Alright."

Millie lay down on her back, her front now fully exposed to both women. Aimie leaned down to kiss her, stroking her body with her warm hands. She tensed up when she felt Sam spread her legs.

"Hey, hey, don't worry," Aimie whispered, cuddling Millie as Sam took care of her.

Millie whimpered when she felt Sam run a finger through her heat.

"Shit..." she groaned, feeling herself throb against Sam's fingers.

"Lube?" Aimie asked, and Sam snorted.

"She's wetter than Niagara falls: forget about lube. It's all-natural coming from this one. We start slow."

Sam inserted a finger into Millie, who sighed to herself, content with the feeling of being touched.

"I take my comment back. My baby girl's been stretched, has she?" Millie whined. "Pounded, even," Sam smirked, adding two extra fingers. Millie moaned, her voice almost sounding a highly intricate riff. "You could've sung that in SiX," Sam joked, and Millie smiled, her mouth agape from the pleasure. She moved back and forth with Sam's motion, her hand glued to Sam's as she felt her shove her fingers as deep as she could inside her.

"More," Millie smiled, batting her eyelashes.

"Baby, can you take more?" Aimie asked, her head now resting on Millie's chest.

"Try me."

Sam added a fourth finger, and Millie grunted.

"That's... a lot better..." she giggled, feeling her mind blind from the pleasure. Aimie tugged at her nipples, and Millie played with her pink hair.

"You're so pretty," Aimie found herself saying, lost in thought. Millie would've replied, had Sam not immediately started tonguing her.

"Shit, Sam..." Millie groaned, sitting up. Aimie moved behind her.

"Rest your back on me," Aimie offered, holding Millie's legs open for Sam.

"I'm this close to cumming the fuck out of myself," Millie whined.

"I've been with Sam for ages, and even I haven't heard that one before," Aimie said, spreading Millie's lips for Sam since Millie was too dazed to see stars. "Probably doesn't even make sense, but you know what? That's a good thing."

Luckily, Aimie's talking distracted Millie slightly, and her high was pushed back.

"Never in the twenty-three years of my life have I ever been finger fucked so well... I can't explain it," she sighed, her hands moving to Sam's head, holding her to her area.

"Twenty-three years?" Aimie laughed. "You're so little. I was twenty-three last decade."

"You're hot and old!"

"I'm not old! I'm not even middle-aged!"

"Alright, Aimz," Millie giggled, capturing Aimie's lips between hers. "You're too gorgeous to- SHIT!"

Millie was cut off by Sam biting her clit without warning.

"Sam, do you have an issue with me complimenting Aimie- FUCK- I take that as a yes... Hey, you're gorgeous too. As I said, it's very difficult to be sitting here between you two. One looks like a supermodel, and the other a perfect Disney princess."

"Uhh out of interest, who's who?" Aimie asked. Sam smacked her leg, giving her a look. "Sorry. Anyway, can I go now? I want to do it myself!"

"Fine," Sam said, pulling away. Millie breathed a sigh of relief until she felt Aimie swipe her liquid centre.

"I can finish you in minutes," Aimie bragged, her tongue immediately getting to work. Sam only sat back, watching on.

"I'm surprised you haven't come yet."

"I'm... strong. And highly distracted by Aimie."

"You don't need to be strong to put off an orgasm."

"Well... yes you do."

It wasn't long before Aimie shoved Millie over the edge, her entire body quivering with the impact. She arched her back off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed her pelvis towards Aimie.

"Fuck!" she cried, as her warm body crashed back onto the bed.

"You're so dramatic. Anyway, another run, gorgeous?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Not."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? Both of you are too much for me to withstand."

"That's a good thing."


"Alright, Sam, leave her alone. She's had a long day. Go to sleep," Aimie said, cleaning Millie up.

"Shit... I didn't bring any bedclothes..."

"Pyjamas? Millie, it's too hot for that."

"So you want me to wear nothing?"

"Yeah. It's more comfortable for you. The only spares I have are for winter. Now come here and get in because I need my hot water bottle next to me," Aimie smiled as she cleaned herself up, dressing into a linen pyjama set. Sam walked into the bathroom silently.

"Is Sam okay?"

"Yeah. She always has a few minutes to herself after sex. Normally it's to gather her thoughts, but I think she's quite overwhelmed by you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"By overwhelmed, I mean intrigued. She really really likes you."

"I really like her."

"You should date."

"Aimie, she's your girlfriend."

"Yeah, but you should really date."

"And then what?"

"Threesome. Anne didn't want it, but I know you do."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. You do," Aimie smirked, and the pair fell into a restful embrace, Sam soon joining them, spooning the younger girl.

"Sam, are you okay?" Millie asked, and Sam nuzzled her.

"I'm more than alright, being in the arms of my perfect."

"Perfect what?"

"You. You are perfect."

"Love you all," Millie whispered, and the older women showered their love on her, whispering sweet words of adoration.

"We love you," Sam whispered, kissing her neck.

"Goodnight."
"Night, sweetie."
"Night, Mil. Love you, babe."

"Love you too Aims."