Yandere! Twins x Reader

Baking Guilty Pleasures (Lemon)

Y/N's P.O.V

I sighed as I sat on the couch, the twins playing (favorite game) like total noobs and failing horribly. At this point, it had gotten old and I needed a little more entertainment than what they were providing.

I watched as they failed yet again, slowly blinking at the bold letters of 'GAME OVER' that flashed on the screen. I rolled into a different position, cracking my back and drawing the attention of the brothers in front of me.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Lucas placed a hand on my shoulder as he eyed the uncomfortable (which actually wasn't that bad) position I had placed myself in (You've been in worse positions, eh? *wiggly eyebrows*). I groaned, my face pressed into the back cushions of the couch, my legs slung over the back and side of it.

"Just fabulous...." I mumbled into the cotton-stuffed fabric, the sarcasm oozing into the atmosphere. I heard them sigh before Mason stood up, dragging me off the couch and bringing me into the kitchen. Lucas followed behind, saying something about baking a cake or another...

'wait, cake?!' I perked up almost immediately (pie for those of you who are like me. I can't stand too much frosting), causing me to (accidentally) head butt Mason in chin. Not noticing the significant-half-of-the-other-half (don't I word just fabulously?) on the floor, I started pulling out ingredients for (flavour - screw the American spelling) pie/cake, I hummed joyously and began rocking my hips to my own tune. Lucas (who had been taking silent pleasure in seeing his brother writhing on the floor in pain) joined me soon after, pressing up behind me to see what I had already started. I looked at him and smiled in a child-like manner and continued to hum and mix the dry ingredients. I felt him leave as he walked to the refrigerator for the wet (AHUEHUEHUEHUE! YOU SAID WET!) ingredients, Mason coming (*resists the urge to make another stupid comment*) to stand beside me.

"(Flavour) cake/pie, huh?" He mumbled to himself before walking away to prep some other things.

**time skip of legendary baking awesomeness that I'm too lazy to try and go into detail for**

After cleaning up the used dishes (while waiting excitedly for the cake/pie) and placing them back into their proper places, I opened the freezer and - much to my delight - found (flavour that goes well with cake/pie) ice cream. I grinned widely and almost cheered when the timer went off. Closing the freezer, I grabbed a pair of oven mitts and pulled out the source of the amazing smell that filled the house, placing it on a hot pad on the island counter (for those who don't know, an island counter is that thing that some kitchens have that sit in the center of it, detached from the other stuff; like an island. It's also the source of all toe-stubbing that will happen in a kitchen).

After adding the finishing touches and letting it cool down, I eagerly cut out enough for the three of us, placed them into bowls and added ice cream (optional). The twins also had their fair share of ice cream and joined me on the bar counter soon after, each sitting on either side of me. I moaned in delight after taking the first bite from the deadly addiction in front of me, closing my eyes in ecstasy. No longer able to hold back, I began digging in, unable to help sighing in pleasure from the heavenly concoction in front of me.

As I polished off the rest of my guilty delight, I noticed that the boys hadn't eaten any more after the first bite. In fact, they looked quite.... Upset? Mason glared menacingly at his bowl while Lucas had his own scowl, eyebrows furrowed.

"You guys okay?" I asked quietly, glancing between them. Then, out of nowhere, Mason suddenly grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, though Lucas hadn't even moved from his spot. I shrieked in surprise when I felt a hand fondle my ass, my face instantly flushing as I started to punch Mason. "Let me go, dammit!" I squirmed, getting more and more flustered as he continued to fondle me as he made his way to the bedroom.

Kicking the door open, he threw me onto the bed and immediately pinned me down to the mattress. Lucas made his way in shortly after, a couple of spoons and ice cream in hand. I huffed, irritated at their sudden mood swing.

"So, what crawled up your ass and died?" I glared as I pouted, my lower lip sticking out some. Mason looked at me; eyes narrowed dangerously, his breathing long, deep, and slow. A dangerous, yet playful glint flashed across his eyes for a second before he suddenly took my lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently. I gasped out in surprise and he took the opportunity to dominate completely.

I groaned as I struggled to fight against his tongue, my efforts proving to be futile as he pinned it down and began exploring at a leisurely, Mason-esque pace. His hands pinned my wrists to the bed, his legs pinning mine to keep me from squirming.

"Well isn't this fantastic?" I thought to myself, "the Author has barely even gotten to the good shit and it's already taking on a rape-y vibe." (God dammit! Again with the fourth wall!) Shut the fuck up, Author. I do as I god damned please. (Talk about killing the mood.)

I felt Mason move my wrists above my head, using one hand to pin them both, his other coming to rest on my hips. He pulled away from the kiss slowly; an erotic wet noise making the blush on my cheeks rise yet again. He leaned close to my ear, his chest pressing against mine as he did. I felt his breath brush against my earlobe as he gave it a long lick. I gasped in shock, a deep, seductive chuckle rumbling through his chest and against mine. He opened his mouth to whisper against my ear.

"You should really try making some lemon cake next time."

____________________ ;3 enjoy~

He flipped us over so I was laying on top of him, his arms wrapping around my waist and pinning me to him. He smirked at my flushed face. "Though I suppose we'll be making one shortly." A hand slipped under my shirt and ran across my back, electric jolts running down my spine, forcing me to let out a shaky gasp. I felt the bed dip behind me as Lucas joined us, placing the carton of ice cream and spoons on the bedside drawers.

I felt Mason tug at my shirt before the cold air suddenly hit my body, a shiver wracking through my body from the temperature change.