aka Lolitics is my 6th sense
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That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
Otherwise it will get very chaotic.
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But reality was different. In reality, she came around to David's once his parents were out of town for one of his father's lectures, and she stripped naked in front of him as he watched her in awe. She insisted on being on top this time, having read somewhere it was better, and David agreed. As she manoeuvred herself on top of him, suddenly unsure on how this was supposed to work, she thought about Ed watching, Ed touching himself as he watched and pretty quickly her hips adjusted to a rhythm that made David moan the most. For the first time ever, she didn't have to fake it, and as she bathed in the afterglow, head pressed against David's chest, he put his glasses back on and told her she had been quite loud. Not accusing, just observing, and she kind of loved him that moment.
This happened again, time and time again, until she could no longer drive herself over the edge with the mere idea of Ed being there; as unwise as it was, she wanted him there. She had to see him watching. Feel him.
Her eyes followed Ed at school, the same old studious Ed, who only blushed more and more furiously as he caught her looking at him, and she became increasingly convinced he had been watching her and David. It felt strange, her fantasy ghosting in her mind, as she bumped into him outside the library once, but even more it felt forbidden, the good kind, so she didn't even think twice about pulling him along by his uniform sleeve. He followed her without a word of protest into the space under a staircase, and she stood too close to him just to watch the results; his brown eyes avoiding hers, his half-hearted attempt to pull his sleeve away from her grasp.
"Shouldn't you ask for permission for peeping on us like that?" she asked and he denied it all hastily, even as he could barely get the words out.
"I only heard you two that one time the floorboard creaked, I -- I didn't stick around to listen, I certainly didn't watch, I promise you, Oona," he said and lifted his chin to look at her in the eye, but his eyes darted away quickly afterwards.
For a moment she'd been worried she'd been mistaken; that he hadn't watched them. But Ed was an inexperienced liar, and it showed, which only put a smile on her face.
"It's fine if you watch," she said, lowering her voice and leaning close to his ear. "It's even fine if you want to join."
Ed's gasp was audible but only just, his voice dark. "David wouldn't like that."
"We could make him like it," Oona said and felt chills of excitement run down her spine. This was beyond the naughty stories she'd read in magazines. This was positively perverse, but the look in Ed's eyes only encouraged her further, and she brushed her lips against his and then kissed him leisurely, teasing his mouth open with flicks of her tongue until she could taste him, and as she placed a hand over his chest, she could feel his heart racing.
She'd always been such a good girl, she allowed herself this one transgression, this one bizarre exception. She'd always studied hard and not made a fuss about much, and she was ambitious and driven and smart. She'd deserved this one terrible dark fantasy, so she was going to make sure she'd get it, too.
Ed didn't tell her yes, or no, when they finally departed for their separate classes, but his half-lidded eyes looking around, still hopelessly dazed, told her enough.
When the day arrived, she tried desperately not to worry, but did only that, butterflies in her stomach as David opened the front door and embraced her. She hadn't told him, hadn't asked him, because if it was simply up to David, they wouldn't have begun dating, and once dating, they wouldn't have done anything more than drunk tea and discussed political theory. He needed to be prodded and convinced, and the best way to do either was to catch him off-guard.
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"That's quite fine," Oona said breezily and took his hand.
Ed was sitting in the kitchen, reading, and she greeted him with a smile, much to David's clear dismay. "Come on," he told her. "Let's go upstairs."
"Yes," she agreed. "Come on, Ed."
And David couldn't argue, and she pretended not to be able to read his expression; unhappy and uncertain about what was going on. Ed looked nervous but didn't let on he knew any more than David, and once they were all sitting in David's room, her and David on his bed, Ed in the chair across the room, David did his best impression of normal small-talk.
"Oona's also a member of the Labour party," he told Ed stiffly, while wrapping a possessive arm around her hips.
Her smile moved from David to Ed, whose acting skills were being tested now, as he blushed from the neck up. "Come sit over here, Ed," she told him, patting the spot next to her, and despite David's warning looks, Ed obeyed.
Silence fell between them as David cleared his throat. She gathered up her bravery and decided to make her first move.
"David tells me you worked for Tony Benn at some point?" she asked Ed, turning her attention to him, even as her hand landed on David's thigh, sliding up it until it reached his crotch. She heard him gasp and ignored it, and Ed began answering, as her fingers curled up softly, and then pressed harder against the fabric of David's trousers, rubbing until she could feel him harden, his breath hitched.
When she turned to look at him, his eyes were dark and he could only stare at her, frozen, aroused and panicked. She leaned in to kiss him, as her free hand grasped Ed's hand, directing it beneath the hem of her t-shirt, his sweaty palm and cool fingers beginning to stroke the small of her back as she leaned back while pulling David closer against her. They still weren't past the point of no return. David could still further panic and flee the room, her plan suddenly halting in its tracks so she moved slowly, steadily, not rushing to remove their clothing or her own, just kissing and touching for now. Strangled moans escaped David's throat as she stroked him faster and more determined, and his hand moved to touch her, sliding over her hip against her back, where his hand met Ed's.
David pulled his hand away quickly, as if it had just been burned, and moved from the kiss. "No, Oona, we can't. Not with him here."
"David," she said, her voice soft and enticing, her fingers hooking over his belt and pulling him back closer to her. To her content, Ed's hand was still touching her, fingers rubbing the same spot of skin as if they didn't dare move. "Don't be like this. Don't you want to make me happy?"
He allowed her mouth against his, his arousal still as plain as the day, and he sighed against her lips. "You know I do."
"I know you do," Oona repeated and kissed him again, opening top buttons of his shirt. It might've been emotional blackmail but if it got the necessary result, she would happily use it again.
She turned away from the kiss to pull Ed closer to her, until she could feel his breath against her, and as she kept one hand on David, she kissed Ed, making sure he didn't feel neglected in all of this, and she could practically feel David's eyes on them, dark and conflicted, but he didn't say anything. She smiled against Ed's lips, and opened her eyes to find a conflicted expression equal to David's all over Ed's face, but she wasn't going to back down from all of this.
"Ed wants to make me happy as well," she told David, her tone almost conversational, and she kicked off her shoes and climbed further onto David's bed, positioning herself onto her knees, as one hand pushed David, shirtless by now, against the pillows and her other hand pulled Ed onto the bed by his shirt. She suddenly wished she'd read more naughty stories from magazines, because in fantasy the logistics of the whole affair didn't particularly matter, whereas in reality it was beginning to seem rather crucial.
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"Are you absolutely sure about this?" David asked her, lowering his voice, and she only nodded, and leaned back to feel Ed there, and her hand reached to undress him further, his arousal evident by now. "What do you want?" David asked her, voice strained, as his hand reached down between her legs, fingers rubbing against her knickers, making her gasp as she grew wetter.
"I want you both," she said, breathing heavy by now, adding, "so much. Now. Naked."
It was far from well-phrased but it made her point clear, and for a moment each of them struggled to scrap what remained of their clothing. Ed was fastest following her and she kissed him while still facing David, Ed's eager hands moving to cup one of her breasts, until David too was done and pulled her towards him, his mouth against her collarbone as Ed's dipped to kiss her neck, his hard-on gently brushing against the curve of her behind and she moaned, desperate for more even though she was no longer clear on what that more was. In fantasy, everything started half-way, and she didn't know what came first and what second, and even though neither Ed or David were unbelievably good at this, the doubled sensation was driving her delirious, especially when David's fingers entered her and she reached a hand back to stroke Ed, her fingers curling around his hard, thin member, the tip slick with pre-come. David's mouth licked its way down to her breast, teasing her nipple, as his fingers continued pushing in and out of her, and as her hand sank into his hair, she managed to get her brain together enough to prevent this all from being more disastrous than just the logistical nightmare it had the danger of becoming.
"David," she breathed as Ed moaned against her shoulder, thrusting further into her hand and grasping her hips with his hands, "protection."
David's head rose and he extracted himself from her, and dizzily he moved to the bedside table, opening the top drawer and reaching in. She turned her attention to Ed, who was biting down hard on his lower lip, trying not to make much sound as he looked close to be over the edge by her touch, his body moving furiously trying to find more friction in it.
"Ed, slow down," David said, with strange warmth in his voice and Oona removed her hand from around Ed's prick, kissing the side of his mouth as Ed voiced a strangled apology. She moved to kiss him, and his hands moved gently from her hips over her navel to her breasts, touch tentative but unbearably curious. David positioned himself on his knees in front of her, his fingers finding her wetness, making her moan against Ed's lips, and then David's fingers between her legs were replaced by his cock, thicker than Ed's, brushing against her opening.
"Wait," she said, hand against David's abdomen to stop him from going further. "Not like this."
"Are you sure?" David asked as she turned her body to face Ed, Ed's reddened face, Ed's unsure, half-lidded eyes, but it was then, Ed's eyes leaving her face and moving to look over her shoulder, that she realised the question wasn't directed at her.
"I'm fine, David," Ed replied, and his eyes were still on David's as he leaned forward to kiss Oona's neck, his member slickly sliding against the skin of her stomach, making her moan. The tension in the room had shifted shape, and she couldn't quite describe it, and wasn't sure she wanted to. David leaned in closer, his fingers finding her clit as he began slowly entering her.
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Ed, looking delirious, but amazingly still steady on his knees, began kissing her again, his tongue slow and savouring, and as she heard David build up momentum, his breaths short, his groans getting increasingly louder, she took Ed's hand, which was busy circling her navel in lazy strokes, and directed it lower. Ed was clueless at first, his fingers simply exploring, but she helped him further and soon she could feel pleasure and tension build in all her muscles contracting at once, and then the release, in waves as her moans become quieter and softer with each spasm. David followed soon after, his hips bucking once, twice as he muffled his loud cries against her shoulder, hanging onto her as she clung onto Ed, holding onto him as the pleasure subsided.
David breathed heavily still as he pulled out of her, his forehead against her shoulder and she opened her eyes to see Ed's careful hand reach out to touch David's thick head of hair, petting softly, reaching down to caress the back of David's neck. It was strange and tender, and she felt warm all over, and so sleepy, so when Ed removed his hands, worried eyes moving from David to Oona, she began directing all three of them to lie down on David's far-too-small-for-three bed. She was between them as she arranged a blanket over them, and as she lay back down, feeling the two warm bodies against her, David's arm reached over both her and Ed, holding on as he fell fast asleep, and she soon followed suit.
When she woke up, Ed was no longer there and David was still holding her against himself. She was colder than before, and nudged David awake, explaining she had to leave. It was rather like waking up with a hangover, only this one didn't make her head throb with pain or sting her eyes when the light hit her vision. It simply felt as if everything that had happened had been surreal, not quite from this world. She dressed herself and kissed David goodbye, and walked home, wondering whether she should feel dirty or guilty, or both at once, but all she felt was the strange melancholy in the pit of her stomach, that said nothing would be the same again, now that they had done this.
She wasn't quite right about that, but she wasn't quite wrong, either. David broke up with her two weeks later, citing the fact he was off to university soon as an excuse. She didn't feel much anything at all, because it had never felt as if theirs was a relationship to last, and her friends joked she should move onto date his brother now. She did consider it, Ed's wide eyes occasionally watching her as she saw him in school hallways, but decided against it in the end.
Some things were to be, and some things wouldn't, and she'd gotten her strange little transgression and she'd got away with it, too. Just like she meant it.
Not going to lie, this was the most difficult fill I've ever written. I gave up on it like six times but decided eventually that I had to finish it, no matter how difficult it was to write. Porn is so not my forte but hopefully this was enjoyable regardless.
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Not to mention that it was, you know, hot as hell. I'll be in my bunk.
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