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writingsofhubris · 1 year

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Oh the boy's a slag, the best you've ever had

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1554 Tags: male reader, Bisexuality, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Anal Sex Fandom: Three Pines (TV) Ship: Armand Gamache/Reine-Marie Gamache/Reader Disc: Armand held no qualms about his wife bringing someone into bed with her. If, that was, he was able to partake in the spoils of her efforts as well.

Her hips shifted over your mouth, situated over your open lips, her sigh softly fallen from her lips. She’d gotten you at just the right height for your bodies to be comfortable, no strained or awkward angles. Her soft sigh echoed itself as your tongue delved into her folds. It was only her soft sounds that you needed to relax, letting your mouth focus nothing more than on the taste and feel of her. It wasn’t anything more than a soft whisper, a gentle plea at first. She just wanted something to spark, something to make her move.

Her hands were firm on your chest. Reine-Marie let her hips chase the sensations that you brought forth from her. Every shift, every soft breath fueled you. Reine-Marie didn’t hold back, either. The sounds of her pleasure rang out through the walls of the bedroom, echoed back to your ears. The sounds and actions echoed each other, gentle grinds down onto your tongue in the same moment you would thrust into her, a stroke she more than guessed, she had to have known. It was thrilling to take her off guard, that gentle gasp of pleasure, that delicate cry making you twitch.

Reine-Marie only claimed to hate it when your arms would wrap around her thighs, her pussy pinned to your lips, her hips pulled down to your mouth. She always begged for more, her thumbs pinched your nipples to the sides of her hands, sparking more pleasure in the second of pain. Her tightening around your tongue always was welcome, always was inspiring to continue, to reach as far into her as you can, and then find yourself sucking on her clit again. Every form of pleasure, every way to taste Reine-marie was forefront on your mind. Her cries of need only pushed you further, more deliciously into her pleasure.

“S’il vous plaît, s’il vous plaît!" Her hips pushed harder against your jaw, and you could feel how tense she was, how much she wanted to come on your lips, even as you held her firm. “Plus Vite!” Your arms forced her thighs up to shift just slightly, placing her clit just at your lips, suctioned hard on the bundle of nerves. Her hands turned into claws for just a moment, pressing half crescents into your skin, before she let her body sag forward, her hands relaxing, and taking the brunt of her weight. Your lips sealed just once more, before your tongue laved wetly over Reine-Marie’s folds, soothing and coaxing her through the rush.

Her breathing had almost returned to normal when your lips once again sealed over her clit, your tongue pressed quick passes over the still sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hands left your chest, and found home on the headboard, a sudden cry of oversensitivity left her lips. It was almost musical.

Your lips pulled away to allow her the moments to relax, before your teeth nipped the inside of her thigh. Your lips pulled from her skin, only to offer a whispered tease.

“On remet le couvert ?” Her laugh was full of air, as lofty as she surely felt above you. Her breath rasped just slightly, but her hips lowered right back over your mouth, your lips took over between her legs again.

When Armand walked into the room, you weren’t entirely aware of his heavy footsteps, his gait into the area only surrounded with Reine-Marie and you. It was his hands on your thighs, warm and exploring, searching out the sensitive spots he knew to push and massage to open you to him.

“Am I not to be invited to the festivities?” You wouldn’t allow Armand’s hot hands, tracing over your thighs and the base of your cock, to distract you from Reine-Marie. Armand was always a temptation, knowing just where to stroke at this point, what areas drove you to distraction. You were determined to focus just on Reine-Marie, not allowing Armand to take control of you both. His hand was delectable on your cock, and he strained your ability to follow through on your claims. Reine-Marie above you, and Armand slipped between your legs, you were already in heaven.

You were mostly successful at keeping your attention on Reine-Marie. It wasn’t until Armand’s fingers, somehow slicked with lube, slipped to your asshole that you stuttered, that you let a moan fall from your lips into her clit. But her sharp moan only encouraged your sounds. Your lips sealed around her clit again as you allowed a deeper moan, just as Armand found your prostate. You sucked that much harder, arms tightened around her thighs again, and the rest of your body tensed against the sudden pleasure.

“You, ha, find what you were searching for?” You had to assume by her unexpected cry that Armand had leant forward, lips sealed over her nipple as he sucked. Her cry wasn’t elegant, only a cry of pleasure as you both felt your hands around the reaches of her thighs, age pocketed flesh soft against your fingers.

Her hands were replaced by Armand’s on your chest, which led you to believe that her arms had wrapped around his head, pulling him into her. The sounds of Armand’s kisses against her chest only added to the slick sounds in the room.

Reine-Marie could control you both by a simple laugh, if she so desired. You both would fall over for her, if it meant you were allowed her smile, for just a moment. By the way she was directing you both, she had to know that fact, too.

Armand took the moment to thrust into you, his thick cock thrusted into you harder than you thought it would. Need flushed through all three of you, and your body squirmed under them. Reine-Marie leant forward slightly, balanced on your chest again. You could hear her and Armand breathing heavily, trying to find their pleasure through you. Reine-Marie’s lips were on Armand, her gasps fell again in moments that her lips pulled from his chest.

Armand’s noisy breath took you out of your near hypnotism of pleasing Reine-Marie, allowing her thrusts hard against your jaw, just to find that bit of pleasure she needed. His moan and her hand wrapping around your shaft just made you thrust into her grip, trying for more pleasure, more friction. Between Armand’s hands on your hips, leverage to pull you back onto his dick with, or Reine-Marie’s hand, pleasure pulled with each shift of her hand over your cock, you found pleasure in each twitch, unsure which way your hips wanted to shift into.

It was then you felt fingers against your chin. The thickness proved them to be Armand’s, slipping to play with Reine-Marie’s clit. Your tongue quested into her, letting your shared work bring her to the edge again, fluid gushing over your chin. She was divine on your tongue as her hips slowly stopped. She knew to pull her hips a few inches from your lips, forcing you just to feel the thrusts from Armand. Your gasps were just as noisy, allowing nothing to take your focus from Armand inside you, and Reine-Marie’s hand on you. Fingers that had just been between his wife’s legs slipped into your mouth. You cleaned each digit for what you were worth, sucking hard on each finger, calluses massaged with your tongue.

Armand let his hips shift just slightly, finding your prostate and making you cum quickly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep Armand deep inside you. He managed only a couple more thrusts before he sighed, cumming inside you with his own moans.

Reine-Marie was the first one to move, body moved from over your face to against your side. Your arms folded around her without hesitation, tugging her body flush against your side. Her soft skin rubbed against you, and her hand was questing on your chest, lines of fire burnt into each pass of her fingers.

“Armand, mon ceour,” Reine-Marie spoke up, just as he was pulling out of you. “Would you be willing to take up getting us rags?” His hands slipped once more over your legs.

“I’ll be but a moment.” He leant down, and kissed the inside of your knee, looking up at you through the action. His thumb brushed over the spot, the pressure of his lips rubbed into your skin. You allowed the silence to spread until you heard his steps disappear far enough.

"You have it made," you whispered to Reine-Marie.

"How is that?" You kissed the skin above her ear, threads of dark silver hair pressed against your lips.

"Armand goes to pick up after us, and you get to be held until he returns."

"And you don't have it so?"

"The feeling of holding you is unparalleled." Armand timed his entrance perfectly, sitting on the side of Reine-Marie. You watched as Armand spread open her legs, a guiding pressure that she fell so easily to. His hand was gentle, but through. Her sighs spoke of how expert he was on his wife’s body. Her curls pressed against your neck, curling into your arms. With another rag, Armand slipped his hand between your legs, cleaning you as he had his wife. Gentle, but through, ensuring you were cleaned in just the spots needing it the most.