Commencement at the Obedience Academy (Derek/Mark/Addison, NC-17)
Title: Commencement at the Obedience Academy
Pairing: Addison/Derek/Mark
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: from flipflop_diva Addison/Derek/Mark, bad girl
Note: Yes, I'm aware that a few years ago I wrote pretty much the shortest porn ever with this exact same title. I suppose you could consider that they reside in the same universe in which everybody is getting laid all the time, but I really wouldn't think too hard about it. Blame it on the 1:00am original posting time.
She loves this. She loves it when all the attention is on her, when all the eyes are on her, when all the hands and fingers and lips and tongues are touching, tasting her. She looked in the mirror one day when she was nineteen and realized that she had grown out of awkward and into pretty and from that day forward she was an attention whore, telling herself she was making up for nineteen years of invisibility. She never expected it to land her here, with her two best friends and three sets of clothing scattered together on the floor around them.
She tries to give back, giving them the same pleasures they gave her, but they always refuse, telling her that the looks and screams and scratches and moans and whispers of their names were enough. Besides, in the end, they both get to fuck her, they both have their fingers inside her and their tongues on her clit and mouths around her nipples. And when she passes out, exhausted, and when they are still hard, they exchange the same look they had been exchanging since they were seventeen and let her sleep, moving to another room for a few hours of each other before returning and cuddling around her.
She wakes up one night, alone, confused, hearing sounds from the room next door. Curious, she stands up, the sheets shedding from her body, trailing away from her as she searches for answers. She smiles at the sight in front of her, always wondering whether they did this while she was gone, and makes no noise, wanting to allow them their pleasure alone. One moans the other’s name and she disappeares back to bed, sinking two fingers into herself and rubbing her thumb against her clit, bringing herself off quickly, biting her tongue to keep silent.
***
Her jeans pool around her feet and she kicks them aside. The two men look at her, watch in fascination as the demure good girl doctor disappears in front of them, replaced by someone who looks strikingly identical but with darker eyes and a smirk.
Mark steps forward first and crushes her lips with his, immediately slipping his hand into her panties and thrusting his fingers into her; he knows she’ll be wet enough without teasing. They’ve been doing this long enough that at least that part’s predictable. She gasps in shock as his tongue forces its way into her mouth. The sudden roughness suprises her but she enjoys it, surrendering to his desires. She feels Derek step up behind her and his lips latch onto her neck, suckling a spot he knows will be hidden by her dress tomorrow. He pinches a nipple through her bra and she comes.
“Whose panties are those, Addison?” Mark asks huskily, stilling his movements below the panties in question but leaving his fingers where they are. He brushes his thumb against her clit a few times when she doesn’t answer immediately. She jumps and a quick squeeze on her breasts from Derek keep her where she is, though does little to decrease her body’s sensitivity.
“Answer him, Addison,” Derek breathes in her ear, placing kisses down her jaw and neck, biting on her collarbone, doing everything he knows to distract her. It works, and she shudders as Mark begins to pump his fingers again. He holds her up and grins when he sees her try to catch Mark’s lips for a kiss and he won’t allow her.
Knowing that her lack of answer was more because she was panting than because she’s embarassed, Mark brings his thumb back to her clit and speeds up his fingers, enjoying the look on her face, torn between needing to pull away from hypersensitivity and wanting to stay, feeling too good. He suddenly stops and Derek follows. She moans in protest.
“Whose panties are those, Addison?” He repeats, quieter and more demanding. He doesn’t mind, he finds the image of the activity leading to mixed-up panties excruciatingly hot, but the three of them are due for a little rough sex. And he likes the way they can make her scream.
She catches on. “Not telling,” she answers, her eyes glittering in a dare, bringing her hand around from Mark’s back to slide into his boxers; she curls her fingers around his erection before he has time to process what’s happened. “And I could actually ask you,” she strokes him a few times, “whose boxers these are. But,” she grips him harder, “I already know that they’re Derek’s. And,” she stands on her toes to breathe against his lips. “I know how you got them.” She kisses him hard and it takes him a few moments to recover but, when he does, wastes no time in continuing pleasuring her.
Derek drops one hand from her breasts down to meet Mark’s and soon it’s Derek’s fingers on her clit and Mark’s inside of her and the feeling is so intense that she has to pull her own hands away from Mark and hold onto his shoulder in order to stay standing. Derek carries her to the bed and lays her down, making sure to unsnap her bra and toss it on the floor but leave the uncharacteristically bright green boyshorts where they are.
“What’s our record?” Mark raises a questioning eyebrow at Derek. It’s almost as if they’re calmly discussing baseball statistics.
“I lost count after eight that time the power went out.” Derek shrugs, pushing his boxers down to the floor.
“Hey, Ads. How many orgasms have you had today?” Mark kicks his/Derek’s boxers off to the side, crawling onto the bed, still in baseball-mode. He softly strokes the skin of her breasts, circling around on her pale skin, purposely avoiding her hard nipples.
“Today began at midnight, by the way,” Derek clarifies, his hands trailing along the path of her stomach and hips.
Addison counts, trying to remember whether some were one long ride or two separate ones. “Six.”
Mark dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other with his fingers. He’s rewarded with a sharp gasp. “Six? In twenty-two hours. How many of those did we do?” He looks up, voice still detached.
She whimpers; Derek’s tongue has found its way between her legs and he’s gently spreading them apart for easier access. “Three. Two with …oh…” she trails off, careful to leave the panty-owner’s name a secret before her brain goes blank just as Derek brushes her clit with this tongue.
“And the other?” Mark doesn’t much care about the identity of the proper owner of the panties and trails kisses up from her breasts to tease her neck. “Oh, Addie,” he sighs, like he’s sad and simply wants to give her a hug, but the wicked undertones hint at another intention. “Did watching us make you that hot?” He doesn’t give her a chance to answer, covering her mouth with his and swallowing her screams as Derek throws her over the edge she didn’t know she was near.
Deciding to give her a break and let her float back down to Earth, Derek pulls away slowly after he feels her come twice. One last lick of her clit and a wet kiss on the inside of each thigh and he slides up the length of her body, pushing Mark out of the way so he can kiss her fully and deeply.
Addison catches him mouthing two each at Mark and receiving a nod of approval. She frowns. “You’re keeping count?” Her indignation is unsuccessful, since she’s naked with crazy sex hair and the room’s beginning to smell like her.
“Yes. And as the girl who split from us earlier today and didn’t tell us until we begged? You’re gonna let us make you scream as much as we want.” Mark smirks. “You have tomorrow off, right?”
Pairing: Addison/Derek/Mark
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: from flipflop_diva Addison/Derek/Mark, bad girl
Note: Yes, I'm aware that a few years ago I wrote pretty much the shortest porn ever with this exact same title. I suppose you could consider that they reside in the same universe in which everybody is getting laid all the time, but I really wouldn't think too hard about it. Blame it on the 1:00am original posting time.
She loves this. She loves it when all the attention is on her, when all the eyes are on her, when all the hands and fingers and lips and tongues are touching, tasting her. She looked in the mirror one day when she was nineteen and realized that she had grown out of awkward and into pretty and from that day forward she was an attention whore, telling herself she was making up for nineteen years of invisibility. She never expected it to land her here, with her two best friends and three sets of clothing scattered together on the floor around them.
She tries to give back, giving them the same pleasures they gave her, but they always refuse, telling her that the looks and screams and scratches and moans and whispers of their names were enough. Besides, in the end, they both get to fuck her, they both have their fingers inside her and their tongues on her clit and mouths around her nipples. And when she passes out, exhausted, and when they are still hard, they exchange the same look they had been exchanging since they were seventeen and let her sleep, moving to another room for a few hours of each other before returning and cuddling around her.
She wakes up one night, alone, confused, hearing sounds from the room next door. Curious, she stands up, the sheets shedding from her body, trailing away from her as she searches for answers. She smiles at the sight in front of her, always wondering whether they did this while she was gone, and makes no noise, wanting to allow them their pleasure alone. One moans the other’s name and she disappeares back to bed, sinking two fingers into herself and rubbing her thumb against her clit, bringing herself off quickly, biting her tongue to keep silent.
***
Her jeans pool around her feet and she kicks them aside. The two men look at her, watch in fascination as the demure good girl doctor disappears in front of them, replaced by someone who looks strikingly identical but with darker eyes and a smirk.
Mark steps forward first and crushes her lips with his, immediately slipping his hand into her panties and thrusting his fingers into her; he knows she’ll be wet enough without teasing. They’ve been doing this long enough that at least that part’s predictable. She gasps in shock as his tongue forces its way into her mouth. The sudden roughness suprises her but she enjoys it, surrendering to his desires. She feels Derek step up behind her and his lips latch onto her neck, suckling a spot he knows will be hidden by her dress tomorrow. He pinches a nipple through her bra and she comes.
“Whose panties are those, Addison?” Mark asks huskily, stilling his movements below the panties in question but leaving his fingers where they are. He brushes his thumb against her clit a few times when she doesn’t answer immediately. She jumps and a quick squeeze on her breasts from Derek keep her where she is, though does little to decrease her body’s sensitivity.
“Answer him, Addison,” Derek breathes in her ear, placing kisses down her jaw and neck, biting on her collarbone, doing everything he knows to distract her. It works, and she shudders as Mark begins to pump his fingers again. He holds her up and grins when he sees her try to catch Mark’s lips for a kiss and he won’t allow her.
Knowing that her lack of answer was more because she was panting than because she’s embarassed, Mark brings his thumb back to her clit and speeds up his fingers, enjoying the look on her face, torn between needing to pull away from hypersensitivity and wanting to stay, feeling too good. He suddenly stops and Derek follows. She moans in protest.
“Whose panties are those, Addison?” He repeats, quieter and more demanding. He doesn’t mind, he finds the image of the activity leading to mixed-up panties excruciatingly hot, but the three of them are due for a little rough sex. And he likes the way they can make her scream.
She catches on. “Not telling,” she answers, her eyes glittering in a dare, bringing her hand around from Mark’s back to slide into his boxers; she curls her fingers around his erection before he has time to process what’s happened. “And I could actually ask you,” she strokes him a few times, “whose boxers these are. But,” she grips him harder, “I already know that they’re Derek’s. And,” she stands on her toes to breathe against his lips. “I know how you got them.” She kisses him hard and it takes him a few moments to recover but, when he does, wastes no time in continuing pleasuring her.
Derek drops one hand from her breasts down to meet Mark’s and soon it’s Derek’s fingers on her clit and Mark’s inside of her and the feeling is so intense that she has to pull her own hands away from Mark and hold onto his shoulder in order to stay standing. Derek carries her to the bed and lays her down, making sure to unsnap her bra and toss it on the floor but leave the uncharacteristically bright green boyshorts where they are.
“What’s our record?” Mark raises a questioning eyebrow at Derek. It’s almost as if they’re calmly discussing baseball statistics.
“I lost count after eight that time the power went out.” Derek shrugs, pushing his boxers down to the floor.
“Hey, Ads. How many orgasms have you had today?” Mark kicks his/Derek’s boxers off to the side, crawling onto the bed, still in baseball-mode. He softly strokes the skin of her breasts, circling around on her pale skin, purposely avoiding her hard nipples.
“Today began at midnight, by the way,” Derek clarifies, his hands trailing along the path of her stomach and hips.
Addison counts, trying to remember whether some were one long ride or two separate ones. “Six.”
Mark dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other with his fingers. He’s rewarded with a sharp gasp. “Six? In twenty-two hours. How many of those did we do?” He looks up, voice still detached.
She whimpers; Derek’s tongue has found its way between her legs and he’s gently spreading them apart for easier access. “Three. Two with …oh…” she trails off, careful to leave the panty-owner’s name a secret before her brain goes blank just as Derek brushes her clit with this tongue.
“And the other?” Mark doesn’t much care about the identity of the proper owner of the panties and trails kisses up from her breasts to tease her neck. “Oh, Addie,” he sighs, like he’s sad and simply wants to give her a hug, but the wicked undertones hint at another intention. “Did watching us make you that hot?” He doesn’t give her a chance to answer, covering her mouth with his and swallowing her screams as Derek throws her over the edge she didn’t know she was near.
Deciding to give her a break and let her float back down to Earth, Derek pulls away slowly after he feels her come twice. One last lick of her clit and a wet kiss on the inside of each thigh and he slides up the length of her body, pushing Mark out of the way so he can kiss her fully and deeply.
Addison catches him mouthing two each at Mark and receiving a nod of approval. She frowns. “You’re keeping count?” Her indignation is unsuccessful, since she’s naked with crazy sex hair and the room’s beginning to smell like her.
“Yes. And as the girl who split from us earlier today and didn’t tell us until we begged? You’re gonna let us make you scream as much as we want.” Mark smirks. “You have tomorrow off, right?”