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this is... A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OMG GO READ RN?! LIKE HELLO

TWO’S BETTER THAN ONE

WARNINGS: hair pulling, choking kink, threesome act, degrading speech, mentions of alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, sex while under the influence, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader x John Marino

SUMMARY: in which there are some offers that you just can't refuse.

The smoke was burning Y/N's lungs, but the euphoric feeling that had settled over her made it worth it. The street lights shone through the window in the bedroom, providing the only light in there. Her lungs burned red as she inhaled deeply, letting the bitter smoke invade her sinuses and her ever dry growing eyes stung slightly.

Y/N’s head was buzzing pleasantly, eyes cloudy from either the air or simply just unfocused. Either way it didn’t matter; with her legs and arms all fuzzy there was nothing she’d rather do than sink into the warm embrace of the mattress. She let her head fall back against a pillow she'd stolen from the head of the bed. Beside her, she felt Jack lay down, his warmth soothing against her chilled skin. She contemplated getting up to close the window, but she felt so good lying there, relaxing and floating.

Over by the window, she saw the flare of fire from the blunt and then heard the soft exhale of the other occupant of the room, her boyfriend's longtime good friend and her newfound one, John Marino. He was a dark blur, a shadow from the side of the room.

Y/N allowed her eyes to close, and she wasn't sure how long John leant against the windowsill before deciding that she and Jack had it right, that the bed was the best idea in the world. She felt it dip, and more warmth surrounded her as he laid at her side. She floated for a while, distantly aware that Jack and John were talking quietly amongst each other. Her attention became focused on how her dress was cutting into her arms, and she shifted uncomfortably, trying to make it feel better.

"You alright, pretty girl?" Y/N heard Jack chuckle quietly.

"Yeah, I’m okay. My dress in just uncomfortable." She whined, trying to tug the dress so that it wasn't so uncomfortable.

"Could always just take it off, you know." Jack shrugged, laughing again.

Y/N knew he had to be joking, because he knew as well as she did that she had nothing underneath. She pouted and glared at him, and then flopped an arm over him, giving in to the fact that her dress wasn't going to offer relief.

Suddenly, Y/N became aware of a hand stroking her arm, almost absently and like they weren't entirely aware of what they were doing. Fingers, more calloused than she was used to, trailed over her arm, wrist, and the bones in her hand, swirling the knuckles before gliding back up again. She giggled a little bit, wondering if John was even aware of what he was doing, or if he was simply doing it because it felt nice.

Suddenly, Jack leaned over and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting on the nightstand table. He took a swig from the bottle, squeezing his eyes shut as he swallowed the mouthful of whiskey. The bottle was barely away from his lips when he brought it back up and took another gulp, then tossed the now empty bottle onto the floor.

To Y/N's surprise, he then pulled her towards him, their lips meeting just in time for him to open his mouth and drain the whiskey into her mouth in a deep, boozy kiss that almost made her choke. He sat back on the bed as he released their wet, liquored lip lock, leaving her coughing whiskey as her head began to spin once again.

She watched as Jack pulled yet another thick, perfectly wrapped joint. Now ready to fully embrace her naughty side, Y/N snatched the joint from his fingertips before he could light it and brought it up to her own lips.

"Let me do that for you." Y/N said, repositioning herself into a straddling position onto Jack’s lap.

Eyes half closed, her lips were slightly parted as she clicked the lighter to the tip of the joint. Her cheeks expanded immediately as she inhaled. As the joint left her mouth, wisps of smoke slowly began to escape from her pouting lips. She brought her face down to meet Jack’s and pressed her lips against his, blowing smoke into his mouth with a kiss. She pulled away and watched as he exhaled her second hand smoke, a satisfied grin blooming across his face. He stared as she brought the joint back to her mouth, her lips tightening as she drew for a second time.

Y/N continued her smoking performance with several more inhales and deep kiss exhales. As she leaned back with another inhale, she could have sworn she spotted John watching attentively. She felt even more of a tingle in between her legs knowing that two were enjoying her sultry performance. Stealing a couple of glances in John’s direction as she took another long drag, she allowed her mind to imagine John being the one she was straddling.

John shifted up onto his side, his hand trailing over her arm ceasing and he leaned on his hand, looking down at her and Jack. She stared at him through slitted eyes, and gave a little smile. They'd discussed this before, somewhat. Her and Jack had made it clear to him early on that this? This was on the cards. This was an option, and all he had to do was say "yes." They'd bought it up a few times earlier though, and when nothing had happened, she'd given up hope.

Yet right then, John’s face was hovering over hers, his eyelashes fluttering as he stared down at her. Y/N somehow suspected tonight was different. His lips were parted, and she felt his breath mingling with hers. Beside her, Jack was entirely still, and she felt him staring intently. She didn't know how long John paused, but it felt like a lifetime before she saw John’s face came less than an inch away from hers, and she was left in silence while staring deeply into his eyes.

Y/N took in the sight of John as he reached for the joint from her fingertips. He put the joint towards his lips, taking a toke while it was still lit. He placed his hands on either side of Y/N's head and leaned in to touch his opened mouth to hers. Y/N could taste the familiar taste of bubblegum kush enter her mouth as John breathed the smoke directly into her mouth. She inhaled all John gave and once their breathing became normal again, John leaned back and took the last hit from the joint before putting it out.

Beside her, Jack was running a slightly rougher hand along her thigh, teasing at the hem of her dress before slipping underneath. In the darkness, it wasn't clear where his hands were, but she clearly felt them. She didn't fight him though, enjoying the softness of his hands.

Y/N sighed, and a lazy hand came up to bury itself in his hair as she placed her lips against John’s. It was smooth, and the curls slipped easily through her fingers. Once she had him there, she took control of the kiss, biting and nipping at his lower lip. Distantly, she heard a moan rumble through John’s chest, the sound muffled against her mouth.

Y/N kept kissing John, deeper and harder, her breath coming faster with each passing second. Finally, she felt Jack slip his fingers between her legs, felt his fingers get slippery quickly, slipping and sliding over her freshly shaven lips. Her breath stuttered.

"Hey, man." Jack said to his teammate, voice a whisper, as if somehow raising their voices any higher might ruin the moment somehow. "Wanna see how wet she is?"

Y/N felt John pull away for a moment and felt him breathing heavily, his chest hard against hers. She watched him take in the hand underneath her dress, the fact that her knees had come off the bed slightly, parting just enough for a hand to slide between her soft thighs. His eyes were wide as he looked down at her, then back at the hand and over at Jack. She glanced up at her boyfriend and saw him smirking, eyes hooded with lust. The moment was still, the only things moving their chests as they breathed heavily, and two fingers trailing through her slickness.

"Yeah, alright." John finally agreed, nodding his head.

Y/N saw the small smirk on Jack's face grow. He gracelessly shoved the dress up to her waist, and pushed her legs apart. Her face might have burned with shame under normal circumstances, but in that moment she was only aware of how badly she wanted this. The boys shifted down the bed a little, and she watched as John hesitantly put a large hand over her mound before his fingers gently traveled lower.

Y/N laid completely vulnerable and exposed before John. Jack pressed his clothed erection into her ass, the roughness of his pants giving her a dull pain as it rubbed deeper into the flesh of her ass. Jack’s fingers kneaded at her breasts, pulling at the nipples as he groped her before John, having her whimpering under his touch. Y/N whimpered, whining as she let her head fall back on his shoulder, the roughness of his blunt nails digging into her skin having her ache with need.

“Keep those legs spread open, pretty girl. Let John see what a proper whore’s pussy looks like.” Jack reminded her, moving his feet to shuffle hers further apart, revealing her glistening heat so John could relish is the view, the slick of her wetness shining in the lights.

“Jack, please.” Y/N whined, breathing heavily as she looked at John, his lustful gazes trained firmly on her.

Y/N looked absolutely wrecked, and barely anything has happened yet. Her hair was wild and frizzy, and her body was covered from head to toe in sweat. She wondered if that was one of the reasons John was palming himself.

She inhaled sharply, feeling more arousal burst through her. Her skin felt hot, like she it was too small for her body, and she whined and pressed herself quickly down against John’s hand. Shamelessly, she attempted to grind into his fingers, but they were just out of reach.

"Guys." Y/N whined, softly. She wasn't sure which of the boys chuckled.

"Wanna go down on her?" Jack asked. Wow, so it was all in apparently. She'd thought they might have started a bit slower, but nope. Straight down.

"Fuck, yeah I do." John said, nodding enthusiastically.

John studied her expression for a moment, apparently looking for something. After a moment, he seemed to find it, and when Jack shoved her legs opened further, John laid between her legs. His breath was hot on her quickly swelling pussy, and she almost shoved herself down against his mouth. Only the barest string of patience held her back, and she allowed him to move forward and make the final move again.

Their voices faded in and out of Y/N’s head, too lost were she in the numbing pleasure. A shudder ripped through her body as John slipped a finger past her folds, reaching spots she could never hope to reach on her own. The smooth muscle of his tongue teased her as he flicked his tongue over her clit, leaving her thrusting her hips up into his face in want of more.

Jack chuckled, digging his fingers further into her waist. “Patience, pretty girl.” He muttered into her neck, the vibrations from his voice raising goosebumps along her soft skin.

Through the blurred vision of her half-lidded eyes, the only thing Y/N could barely make out was the piercing way John kept his eyes on hers, maintaining eye contact as he drew out moan after moan from her. She couldn’t bring herself to look away, despite the rising heat of her cheeks, flushed from the embarrassment of being caught in between the two boys.

Above her, she heard the lilting tease of "such a greedy little whore," breathed out by Jack. She whined softly as John seemed to take the hint and cease his explorations and move forward with purpose. She wasn't all that sensitive when it came to oral sex, but Jack had her covered. She heard him distantly instruct John to slip a finger or two inside of her, and curl them up.

John moved within her with minimal hesitation, his fingers learning quickly what made her twitch and moan softly, made her fingers curl tightly against his scalp. Y/N found herself fucking herself against his face, wanton and needy, the movements pushing his fingers harder and deeper within her.

Jack had gone about unbuttoning her floral dress, shoving it aside so that her torso lay naked as she bucked and writhed on the bed. Her skin felt warm against the cold night air, but she was barely aware of that, her entire world centred down to her pussy, and her boyfriend's hands now scratching across her skin.

"How’re you doing down there, baby?" Y/N shifted as Jack asked that. She moaned loud and his fingers were tugging her nipples. "That isn't an answer."

"Yeah, try again for us." John grinned, looking into her eyes.

It would be easy if they gave her a moment's respite, but there was zero chance of that happening. In fact, John was between her trembling thighs, teasing her clit with his fingers. Y/N tried to suck down a deep breath, a futile attempt to steady herself and yet she made it all the same. Something akin to a sob tore from her throat and they both laughed.

"C'mon, are you even trying?" John teased, a big grin painted on his face.

Y/N nodded, finally starting to form words, stuttering out, "Yes, I am. I’m trying.”

"Like a broken record." John snickered.

"Try, try, try.” Jack mocked the way she sounded, doing an impression of how needy and breathless, how utterly wrecked she sounded, before he dropped his voice back to normal as he said harshly, "Try fucking harder.”

Jack’s hands slid up to her chest, first toying with the supple skin under the hem of her dress before slithering all the way up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between the pads of his fingers.

“Oh, God.” Y/N mewled, jerking her thigh up suddenly.

John smiled, appreciating the tiny beads of moisture collecting at her lash line, threatening to spill over at any moment. Angling his finger up, he paid close attention to the way her chest heaved, the skin at her neck and chest glistening with the lightest sheen of sweat from the pressure of being coaxed towards her orgasm.

“Stop being selfish.” Jack complained, his cock twitching against her back as he held her. “It’s been long enough. It’s my turn with her.”

Strength was slowly leaving her body, and Y/N felt herself slump even more into Jack’s embrace, her head lolling back onto his shoulder. Ignoring Jack, John continued his assault on her pussy, lapping up her juices as though it was the sweetest nectar the world had to offer.

“Please, Jack.” Y/N panted. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Nuh-uh, pretty girl. Don’t say that.” Jack said, kissing her along her neckline and shoulder. “I haven’t even gotten the chance to play with you yet.”

Her orgasm seemed out of reach for so long, and she grabbed at Jack’s arms, biting desperately into his forearm to muffle the sounds beginning to slip from her mouth. She sucked in gasps of air, fucked back against his mouth and fingers harder with each frantic breath. She felt him easing off for a moment, and she whined out her pleas.

"No. Please, don't stop. Keep going." Y/N's voice sounded desperate to her own ears, but she didn't have the spare thought for shame to flash through her.

Instead, her attention was focused on how his mouth was moving harder against her clit, his fingers curled up so tightly that she wouldn't be surprised if he complained on cramps later. Her orgasm, so far out of reach before, seemed so close she could almost touch it.

The hands of Jack found their way up to her throat and pressed down hard. His face approached hers and she felt the softness of his breath against her lips, his mouth an inch from hers. In the darkness, she could barely make out his expression, but instead of the smirk or lustful grin she expected, he merely looked entranced. Only as her breath was completely gone from her, and her orgasm crept up did she let her eyes roll back and their eye contact to break.

Y/N eyebrows furrowed together as she felt herself tipping over, the tired knot in her core about to break at any second. Feeling her thighs tense up against his cheeks, John quietly slipped another finger into her aching hole, and she broke, crying out in unintelligible moans as she spasmed in Jack’s arms, her vision going entirely blank.

Her orgasm rushed over her, hot and cold all at the same time, making her shake and twitch. As she started to cum, Jack released the pressure from her throat and she pulled in a sharp breath, her gasping high pitched against the otherwise quiet night.

Between her legs, John kept his finger movements steady although his tongue seemed to weary. Regardless, it was enough for her to cum again and again, each orgasm free to crash over her as long as the stimulation remained.

"Shit." She heard above her. "Should've put a towel down."

Y/N giggled through her gasps and became half aware of how tightly she was gripping John’s hair, and just how wet the sounds between her legs were then. She giggled again as John pulled away slowly, wiping his mouth with his forearm as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. His eyes bore into hers, and she found herself unable to break the eye contact. Another rush of heat filled her body. She needed more.

"That was fucking hot." Jack said, breaking the silence that fell over them again. "Now, show him just how good you can suck cock, baby."

For a moment, Y/N thought he meant to slide down the bed and suck John’s dick, but when she looked up again Jack’s cock was gasp from her mouth. Smiling to herself, she dove right in. The groan of happiness above her made her grin around the mouthful.

"Fuck, yes." Jack moaned, placing a gentle hand on the back of her head. "Such a good girl for me." He said again, the gentle hand twisting into the strands of her hair and tugging her forward, forcing her to gag on his cock.

Y/N spluttered for a moment, but was held down firmly until she had no choice but to swallow him down. Her nose pressed against his stomach and she moaned happily around his cock, his smell and taste filling all of her senses. Jack held her there for a moment, keeping her until she was shaking and desperate for air, before yanking her back by her hair and slamming himself back in. He didn't give her a second to rest, he just fucked her face mercilessly. Above her, she heard him telling her what a good girl she was, how she was taking it like the little whore she was, how he loved that about her.

"Hey, man." Jack’s voice was ragged, and his hands in her hair were trembling. The heat that had been behind her suddenly disappeared. "Wanna fuck her?"

Y/N didn't hear a response, but she supposed there must have been one as she felt movement between her legs. Jack kept fucking her face, occasionally slowing down to let her breathe, sometimes just holding his cock at her lips. Each time he attempted to withdraw, she sucked him back in desperately.

"Hey, baby. Present yourself for him." Jack hummed, looking at her disheveled state with pleasure.

Knowing the order for what it was with his cock still in her mouth, she crawled up onto her hands and knees, spreading her knees slightly and curving her back gently. Y/N felt the wetness from between her legs drip down her thighs, the cool night air striking a contrast to the heat emanating from the same place.

Jack withdrew his cock entirely from her mouth, and a hand came down to cradle her face. "Good girl. Now, are you okay to let him fuck you?"

The hand against her cheek was soft, soothing for such a heated moment. A rush of happiness burst through her chest; despite constant conversations about this, and even mid-scene he still paused to check that she was okay, that she still wanted this. She quickly nodded.

"That's my girl. You make me so fucking proud." Jack told her, kissing her forehead sweetly before tightening his hands in her hair again. The next time he spoke wasn't directed to her. "Don't hold back, man. She likes it rough."

A hand held her hip, cautious and almost as if it were afraid to touch too hard. Finally, Y/N felt the slow ease as John pressed inside. Her breath came unsteady, but it seemed from the sounds behind her that she wasn't the only one floored by the situation.

"Holy shit." She heard, but wasn't sure if it came from in front of her, or behind.

"Dude. Up top!" She glanced up to see Jack grinning broadly and holding a hand up to high five.

"Seriously?" Y/N burst out laughing.

"Oh c'mon, as if you wouldn't." She heard an embarrassed laugh and then the slow but hard clap of hands as the guys met in a high five.

"I hate you both." She said breathlessly, clenching and unclenching around the cock inside her.

"No, you don't." Jack’s voice was smug and cheerful, and he jerked himself off a few times to bring himself back to full hardness before pressing himself back into her mouth. "Now, be a good girl and let us have our way with you."

Y/N was about to send out another cheeky comment when she felt John start moving with a little more force inside her. She struggled not to bite down on the cock in her mouth as waves of pleasure shook her body, left her gripping helplessly at the sheets, her body spasming furiously with each crash of orgasm. Her sounds were muffled by cock, and every so often she choked and had to gasp another moan into Jack’s stomach before he shoved her mouth back on his cock.

Y/N’s mind went effectively blank, and it was all she could do to keep herself up on her hands and knees, letting herself get plugged up from both ends. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she could feel her overstimulated pussy start to tighten around John’s size, squeezing and coaxing him back in each time he pulled out. Her scalp burned with the tightness of fingers grasping at her hair; behind her she heard the rough slap of skin on skin, felt the rough way she was being used. Nails scraped down her back, bit into her soft hips. Half formed pleas slipped out; her back arched further, and it felt like every muscle in her body was singing with pleasure.

John’s hips snapped against Y/N’s harshly, the fingers of his right hand leaving a dark mark on the skin of her left thigh that she knew would bruise. His left hand wrapped around her throat tightly, the weight of his grip on her neck making her legs tremble around his waist.

“Hey, baby. Don’t go too far.” Jack’s voice made her open her eyes, which she hadn’t even noticed were closed. His fingertips caressed her cheeks, the ebony shades of mascara staining his skin.

“You don’t know anything other than to be our good little slut, don’t you?” John looked at her with a sweet smile and the sadism fluttering in his dark irises made her shudder.

“Answer him.” Jack’s husky voice sounded so menacing that her eyes rolled back and when his slapped her left cheek harshly, a dull whistle invaded her ears, pleasure and pure euphoria cutting through her body and stirring her veins until it made me her on fire.

John’s laughter made her skin bristle, his thrusts coming to a halt. Y/N’s world came back into focus and when she felt the hand that used to be on her neck cup her cheeks, grabbing them and making her lips pucker up half open, her eyes meet his.

Jack’s pupils were so dilated that his eyes look completely black and unhinged. He stretched slowly over her face, looking down at her over the bridge of his nose and dropping a thick dribble of spit on her tongue. He shoved his cock back into her mouth as he saw her throat move as she swallowed.

“Such a dirty little hole for us to fuck, aren’t you?” John dropped pure filth into Y/N’s ear, his words causing more and more wetness to cover his cock, which evoked guttural grunts from deep within his chest, his hips moving even harder.

Y/N’s brain felt like mush, just soaked in pleasure and arousal and all thoughts other than cumming were absent from her brain. Jack was adjusting, and she realized how hard he was, he was rubbing his cock against her cheek and lips, spreading around the mix of her drool and his pre-cum.

Jack and John kept a steady rhythm, Jack’s hands tight around the roots of her hair and John’s on the flesh of her ass, managing to thrust in and pull out at the same time. Both had started to ignore each other, each fixated on how her quivering body reacted to them, was so pliant in their hands.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” John said, eyes laser focused to the ripple her ass cheeks made as her hips came into contact with each other.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby.” Jack cooed, tugging her hair back so that she was forced to look up at him. “Look at you, taking us so good. Right, man?”

John grunted in agreement, entirely focused on chasing his own orgasm. Y/N could feel herself getting close too, her pussy starting to clench in anticipation. “God, you’ve gotta stop doing that.” He hissed, squeezing her hips even tighter.

Jack’s cock twitched in her mouth as the tip hit the back of her throat, her throat reflexively tightening around him. “I’m close.” He managed to choke out, his voice strained.

Y/N’s walls squeezed John, clenching and fluttering around his cock, milking him to the point that he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he came with a groan, filling her up with his warm cum. She buckled under the pressure, and Jack caught her by her shoulders. Feeling her tremble in his hands, Jack came, his own orgasm taking him by surprise, and she gagged, trying not to choke on the cum filling her mouth.

John pulled out, mesmerized by the way her pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness. He pushed the mixture of juices back into her, absolutely entranced by the way her hole seemed to clench around nothing. Jack pulled out next, tilting her chin up to see the white cum pooled in her mouth before letting her swallow.

Jack gently rubbed his hand against her cheek, giving her a grin of approval. “You did so good for us tonight, baby.”

Y/N’s cheeks were stained with tear streaks, and the only sensation she could process was that of her pussy, throbbing and recovering from the overstimulation. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, letting her senses slowly start to settle back in. Her vision gradually focused, and she was suddenly aware of the uncomfortable trickling sensation down the inside of her thighs, but she was too tired to say anything.

"Yeah, definitely should've put a towel down." Jack muttered as he pulled her close to him, despite the sticky sweat clinging to their bodies.

Y/N sleepily rubbed her face into his side, one arm flopping uselessly over his stomach. She heard a contented sigh as John laid at her other side. There was a noticeable gap between them and she whined again.Her arms felt weak, but she still tugged at his arm, encouraging him wordlessly to come and snuggle with her.

John paused for a moment, apparently contemplating if it'd be weird to snuggle after fucking her. He decided in her favor however and shifted over, hesitantly wrapping an arm around hers. She breathed out a laugh and flopped a leg over his.

"Can we go to sleep now?" Y/N asked to both of them, not exactly all that keen to move.

"If that's okay with you?" Jack asked, lifting his head up to look at John.

"Yeah, it's cool. Bring the blanket up though, would you?" John proposed, his gaze focused on Jack’s matching one.

Jack moved down the bed to where they'd kicked the blankets to the floor and dragged the blanket up over them. "Proud of you, pretty girl. I love you." His words were a low drawl, muffled slightly against her skin but there was an honesty to them when he pulled away to meet her drowsy gaze with his own, pulling her in for a kiss that lingered and made her feel hazy with how sweetly he held her close.

"Love you." Y/N mumbled back, already sinking into a blissful unconsciousness.

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