[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

Miranda's Birthday Present pt. 2

Reader uses She/Her pronouns
warning(s): NSFW/Smut

Last Part: "...I can't wait to have you both screaming my name," Miranda huffed with a small glare.

"Oh?" I purred and tugged her hair until she locked eyes with me. "And you really think you're going to be the top tonight? It's your birthday, you're supposed to be treated like a princess."

"Wh-what-?"

"You, Miranda, are supposed to be the Pillow Princess tonight."

"I-I don't..." Miranda paused as a blush settled on her cheeks.

"Only if you're-."

"Miranda?" Mia called as she returned to our side. "It's okay, we have something-."

"I-I'm fine with trying," Miranda promised before glancing between us. "I was just... Not expecting it. I mean... We've talked about it, but I didn't expect it as a birthday present."

"[Y/N] can top you while you order me on how to pleasure myself, how does that sound?" Mia asked us with a smile.

"As long as Miranda's fine with it," I hummed before pressing a kiss to Mia's cheek. "You obviously like watching. I could feel your eyes on us most of the time."

"Hard not to watch," Mia giggled and pecked my lips. "Dinner's ready anyway, so let's eat and plan out the rest of tonight now that we're all in on the plan."

Two Hours Later

I left the bathroom after putting on the silk robe Mia told me about, sucking in a sharp breath when I noticed Miranda between Mia's legs, happily licking at her slit. Blue eyes darted to me and darkened, Miranda's face pulling a smile across it when Mia let out a moan. I slowly made my way over to the bed and knelt on it, letting my eyes trail over the two.

A hand shot over to undo the knot on my robe, pulling my attention to Mia, her moans growing needy as I simply watched. 'This is what you get for being a brat at dinner,' I thought with a small smirk, remembering the teasing she decided to do to myself and Miranda. 'Such a little tease. No wonder Miranda used to say you needed another tamer.'

"No touching," I smacked away her hand when she tried to slip it under my robe. "You were a brat earlier, remember?"

"Pl-please?" Mia whined before a moan left her. "Mi-Miranda! You're both b-being mean!"

"And you weren't at dinner? Need I remind you how you kept touching Miranda and telling me how much you wanted to watch me fuck her?"

"B-but it's tr-true," She managed out between moans, her hips moving desperately. "I ca-can't wait to w-watch. Fuck, Miranda, please go faster."

Miranda stopped and slowly pulled away, ignoring the loud whine from Mia. "I can always stop and focus on [Y/N], I'm sure she's dying to get inside of me."

"Absolutely," I murmured while looking over her body, letting my gaze stop on her ass. "I mean, I wouldn't mind starting now either."

"Perv."

"You wouldn't also look if our positions were switched?"

Miranda scoffed before going back to her previous actions, letting her legs spread in the process. I shifted and let my hand roam across her skin, letting my fingers dip between her thighs. Her hips moved back when my fingers brushed over her slick, making me move from my position to get behind her. I let the robe fall from my shoulders and glanced down at the strap harnessed to my hips. 'This is actually happening...' My fingers gently rubbed along her folds, pulling a muffled moan out of Miranda. 'They're both so,' I held in a groan when Mia's back arched and a loud moan left her. 'Damn I got lucky.'