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lynenspray · 4 years

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imagine like...wenjoy fucking just before irene comes back from work,, and joy cums in wendy, and when irene comes back she’s horny so she starts fucking wendy and then wendy has both joy’s and irene’s load inside,,

hmm,,, been yoinked out as fuck lately tryna crank prompts out from my inbox,,,

so why not i just write a quick lil gift for u anon-ie,, as reward for the lovely scenario u have provided

(n a break from the other prompts that need a bit more worldbuilding,,,, TT)

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wenjoy 03 – extra cut 2

a/n: i dunno if this is gonna be part of the canon of the cheating!wenjoy au,,, we can still also have the other path where irene isnt g!p teehee

it ain’t the same

(wenjoy wenrene creampie)

"irene!“ wendy cried, face down into the pillow, convulsing as she came, feeling joy’s seed fill her up and paint her walls as she screamed her girlfriend’s name and not joy’s. she gasped for breath as her lower body trembled–her upper half had long given up, and the only reason she could keep her hips off the bed was thanks to joy’s strong grip around her. and god, joy was really strong. she handled wendy like a ragdoll–dragging her from her entryway and then holding her face down on the mattress.

“fuck,” she sobbed, collapsing completely on the bed as joy let go and pulled out. she felt the younger woman’s cum drip out of her, slow and sticky, and sighed at the blissful feeling. and also maybe the fact that she stained joy’s bed.

joy hovered over her, rubbing her still-hard cock against the swell of wendy’s exposed ass, raising her shirt with a light touch of her finger. “tsk, what a naughty girl,” she smirked at wendy trying to provoke her by screaming irene’s instead of her name. the younger chuckled darkly, rubbing her cum and quim coated length between wendy’s cheeks, grabbing her phone from beside wendy’s head. she tapped the button to stop recording.

that was hot.

damn. joy really hit the sex jackpot or whatever the fuck you’d call it with wendy. she placed a hand against wendy’s back, right above the bottom of her spine, and pressed down–angling the smaller woman’s ass up and squeezing a desperate whine out of her.

holy fuck, again? hadn’t wendy squeezed out all her cum out of her by now? was she a fucking monster or something?

so, of course, despite her thoughts, wendy only opened her legs wider and sparked the appearance of a devilish grin on the taller woman’s face, right before she slammed her dick back in her.

later that evening, wendy came home surprised to find irene lazing about on the couch, the TV on and switching incessantly between channels. irene fidgeted when she was thinking hard.

“babe, hey!” wendy checked her appearance at the mirror by the door. not a hair out of place. good. “why didn’t you tell me you got home early?” she walked towards the back of the couch and leaned down to press a kiss against the side of irene’s head, the older woman welcoming her touch with a smile.

“I still had some work to do when I got back anyway. how was your cafe date with joy?"

ah, right. wendy said she’d go on a short cafe trip with joy today. she rounded the couch and felt irene’s eyes watch her every move. was she suspicious? hm. better play it safe, then.

"we were supposed to go out." wendy sat down, a few inches of space between her and her girlfriend. “but then she got lazy so we just stayed over at her place and ordered in.”

irene turned the TV off, only the sunset lighting up the room now, and that was going to change soon. “you know you could have spent the day here instead.”

and risk her catching them? hah. “and risk disturbing you while you worked?” wendy pouted, which always worked on irene. “unnie, are you upset that I spend time with joy?"

irene’s brow wrinkled in confusion. "what? of course not.”

“then what?"

the older woman turned her head away, mouth set in a thin, straight line, eyes refusing to look at her. aw, she was kind of cute. but why was she acting like this if she wasn’t jealous?

"unnie,” wendy leaned closer, sliding up next to irene. it was risky to be doing this right after she’d had sex with joy, but if she was guessing right and it was one of the rare times that irene was horny, well…

hah, who was she kidding? she fucking loved that high-risk shit.

“did you… miss me? is that it?” she raised her hand and placed it right on irene’s navel, between the hem of her sweater and the waistband of her sweats. she moved in closer and spread her fingers open, rubbing back and forth on irene’s stomach as her breath became unsteady. oh, unnie, you’re too easy to rile up.

the younger woman placed a gentle kiss on the corner of irene’s jaw, right under her ear, and hid a smirk when she felt irene shift to pull her sweatpants down. wendy let out a tiny moan when she saw irene’s member slowly revealed, as if wendy hadn’t seen it in years. it felt like it, to be honest. irene was never vocal about how horny she was, and seemed only to have sex with wendy only because she wanted to please her and not because she enjoyed it. sometimes, though…

irene tugged on her shirt with a hand and eyed her from her place leaning back on the couch. she raised a brow, and wendy licked her lips, because god, unnie was so hot like this, looking at her like she had her wrapped around her little finger. if only she knew.

wendy leaned forward and took irene’s slowly hardening dick in her mouth. joy was shaped differently than irene, longer but not quite as meaty, but their taste was a bit similar, the musk of cock and cum underlying each of their individual scents. they both took care of themselves well, too, irene trimming her hairs with precision, joy’s bush a bit longer though still clean. all in all, they both had their own strengths, joy hitting those spots in wendy that she couldn’t quite reach herself, her rapid pace merciless, irene stretching her hole and stimulating her rim with her own rhythm, her own pace, fluid and steady.

what wendy liked about them both, though, was this look in their eye. joy looked at her like she was nothing more than dirt under her shoe, using her for her own pleasure, and wendy liked that. it was a different level.

with irene, though–

irene gently (too gently, as always) pushed wendy’s head away before sitting up to remove her sweats. when she sat back down, wendy was prepared to swallow her up again, but to her surprise the older woman turned so she could lay back against the armrest of the sofa now. she opened her legs as wide as they would go and put her hands behind her back, staring at wendy with that same expression. the one wendy the liked the most.

while joy treated her like trash, it was obvious that the younger woman enjoyed it. reveled in it. and wendy liked that, sure, she wanted someone to be rough with her, add that layer of naughtiness that she couldn’t get with irene.

but the way irene looked at her, sometimes… it was like wendy was barely worth her time. joy looked like she was willing to go out of her way to provoke her, but irene just looked–kind of like a queen. like whether wendy followed her or not, sucked her off or not–it wouldn’t matter. because she knew wendy would, that was just how the world worked. this was wendy’s favorite part of having sex with irene–this indifference. it was hot, being worth something that wasn’t even trash, just completely worthless that irene couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger. it was dizzying. if only irene would get like this more often. it got her pussy pulsing, aching to be filled by irene’s girth.

and so wendy took off her own underwear, sliding them down her thighs before she turned around, back to irene, adjusting on the sofa so irene’s now slightly straightened legs were between hers, wendy squatting and hovering over her dick.

“your shirt?” irene asked, lining up her dick with wendy’s entrance, lubricating her cock with both her precum and wendy’s own juice.

no. joy probably left marks without meaning to. she can’t risk it, even with the sun set and the living room darkened by dusk. “keep it on.”

irene clasped a handful of wendy’s shirt in her hand and pulled at it, choking wendy slightly and pulling her back as the older woman slowly slid in. fuck. she was so thick.

they’d never quite tried it like this before–not only because of the reverse cowgirl position, but also because irene was the one who started it. and wendy’s pussy was still filled with joy’s cum.

wendy’s breath hitched when she realized it. oh fuck. she felt irene’s dick fill her up, and it only turned her on more, knowing her walls were bathed in joy’s seed, knowing that if irene pulled out she’d be suspicious at the sudden gush of white fluids that would leak out of her if it happened.

shit. she had to take control.

the squelching sound as irene entered her wasn’t unusual, but irene could still get suspicious. fuck. fuck. this was so hot. but also, fuck. she had to make irene cum in her, she could let her pull out without cumming.

she turned to look over her shoulder, irene bathed in the darkness. it wasn’t like the older one would see if joy’s cum dripped out of her, especially with the lack of light, but better safe than sorry. and also because it was just straight up hot.

“unnie,” she whispered, placing a hand behind her to settle on irene’s navel and another one in front to play with irene’s sensitive balls. she could do this. wendy would laugh if it weren’t inappropriate. this was so much fun–and it was all possible thanks to joy and their affair.

“let me do the rest,” wendy said, and then she began to move, rocking back and forth on irene, slow and first before she quickened her pace, changing their rhythm, massaging irene’s balls all the while. neither of them held back their sounds of pleasure, irene’s long low groans and wendy’s loud cries, irene’s “oh, fuuuck, there, right there,” mixing with wendy’s “ah, ah, unnie!” all the while.

irene tugged on wendy’s shirt when she was close. “I-I’m gonna cum,” she grunted, pulling even harder and choking wendy while she was at it.

“don’t pull out,” wendy growled, head thrown back. “don’t fucking pull out, unnie, fuck, cum in me.”

irene came with a gasp, spurting long strings of white in her, and wendy came at the knowledge of both of their seeds mixing in her, making a delicious concoction of not only hers and joy’s fluids, but also irene’s now. it went on for long seconds, irene convulsing under her, bucking her hips with each spurt, and wendy only rocked in place, prolonging their pleasure as much as she could. when they came down from their highs, wendy figured she was right in not letting the older woman pull out, because when she did–

“I came a lot.”

wendy whined, knowing the reason irene thought so, but keeping it to herself. “I felt it.” she leaned forward and opened her legs, letting irene watch, with what little light she had, the scene of her cum dripping out of her girlfriend.

“unnie,” wendy whispered. “I want to feel it come out of my ass, too. please?”

she felt irene clean the dripping wetness on her thighs with a finger before the older woman, by the sounds of it, lubed up her cock with more of it. irene sat and kneeled up so her hips would be level with wendy’s rubbing her length along wendy’s crack the same way joy did earlier that day, and wendy whimpered, “please.”

“of course, baby,” irene said before inching her way past wendy’s puckered rim, the younger woman whimpering, knowing joy’s seed was waiting for irene in this hole too.

#gp!joy #gp!irene #cheating!wenjoy

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lynenspray · 4 years

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wenjoy 03 extra cut

summary: wendy wants to say ‘thank you for letting me sleep at your place when I forgot the keys to my shared apartment with my girlfriend who won’t be back for another day’ in her own personal way: a blowjob.

a/n: couldnt get my mind off the wenjoy kitchen bj scene,, so,,,, now everyone else gets to think about it too,,, kekeke. thanx again luff anon for being a genius

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caught up in your game: extra cut

*the prequel to the wenjoy cheating au

(wenjoy gp!joy blowjob)

"sorry for the trouble."

joy turned from her place on the floor, eyebrow raised. she swallowed down the cereal in her mouth before replying with, "you're nothing I can't handle."

her neighbor only laughed sheepishly and placed the clothes she borrowed last night down onto the corner of the bed, now clad in a new set of joy's.

the younger woman slid her eyes away from the view of wendy's ass in her boxer shorts.

"apparently," wendy muttered under her breath, before making her way to joy's modest kitchenette. and it was definitely modest--it was a studio unit, after all.

"all I've got are cereal, some tangerines, and a banana," joy gestured toward the fruit bowl on top of the microwave.

"thanks," wendy replied before moving towards it and trying not to snort at the view. the two tangerines and banana made for a funny picture. she took the yellow fruit in hand, made her way back to the living area to sit down on the rug, across from joy on the small lap table, and started peeling.

"how are you feeling?" joy asked, doing away with eating the rest of her breakfast for now. she apparently had a guest to entertain. "you were pretty drunk last night, stumbling over everywhere."

wendy put the banana down. "I don't get drunk easily. well--I was tipsy. not out of my mind. I remember everything."

wendy smirked when joy broke eye contact, face flushing but expression giving nothing away.

"everything, huh."

the blonde placed an elbow on the table, her chin in one hand. "yup," she popped the 'p.'

joy leaned back. what was wendy's deal? did she not know how shameless she was? it was pretty wild, trying to get into her neighbor's pants. her neighbor who let her sleep over for the night because she forgot her keys. her neighbor who got hard from wendy's ministrations even after she'd denied her--who finished herself off in the bathroom while cumming to the image of the blonde on top of her instead of fast asleep--who felt herself getting hard right now.

fuck. goddammit.

"and I really meant what I said."

wait, what? "do you know what you're asking of me?"

wendy blinked and tilted her head, looking like a confused puppy. "yeah? I'm asking you to fuck me."

"you have a girlfriend."

"and you have a dick."

joy furrowed her brow. "excuse me? what's that got to do with anything?" did she think that just because she had a cock, joy was itching for sex 24/7? sure, she was--but that doesn't mean wendy has the right to make fun of her for it.

wendy grinned and raised her hands in an offer of peace. "I thought we were listing down turn ons, oops, sorry. must have misunderstood."

joy laid a hand against her bulge, forcing it down. wendy caught her movement in the corner of her eye.

"you're turned on by the thought of cheating on your longtime girlfriend?" she asked, somewhat aggressively. she'd done the same to her exes, sure, but one night stands didn't count. joy was her neighbor. of course it wouldn't be a one night thing--not if joy could help it. she doesn't do that shit--she won't be able to resist wendy if she got even a taste, which is why this was so dangerous. irene would fucking skin her alive.

her dick only stiffens up even more.

goddamn hormones.

wendy chuckled, seeing the discomfort of joy's face, the lust, the annoyance. she was asking if wendy was turned on by the thought of keeping a secret as big as this behind irene's back? god, fuck yes-- "aren't you?" she replied breathlessly.

joy only stayed silent, staring at her.

ah, well, if she couldn't convince joy with words, wendy would just have to do something else.

she picked up the peeled banana, raised it to her mouth, and licked the tip, winking.

"seriously?" joy scoffed, avoiding having to look at what wendy proceeded to do to the fruit. "you're kinda wild, aren't you?"

"wild?"

joy, stupidly, looked back at wendy and was trapped into staring at her bow shaped lips on the tip of the fruit. and then wendy opened up her throat and swallowed it, down until her smirking lips met her fingers and the peel, at least several inches, before pulling back as the banana was kept in one piece. joy had no chance of hiding her boner now.

"baby, you have no idea." wendy smirked.

okay, back up, back up. joy knocked a knee into the table as she stood, using her bowl of half finished cereal as an excuse to make her way to stand in front of the sink. jesus christ.

why doesn't joy just fuck her already?

oh, right. because irene was going to fucking kill her.

joy was bigger, sure, but she'd seen irene when the three of them had come across search other in the lobby, she'd witnessed irene glare daggers and bring men to their knees with a kick to the groin and a threat of being sued (she was, apparently, a great lawyer) if they had the audacity to even look at wendy the wrong way.

joy is into messes, but this is one she'd rather do without.

and she really didn't want to get kicked in the balls, nor sued for whatever reason irene could think of. joy shivered.

wendy pouted and crept up until she was standing behind joy, caressing the sides of the taller woman with her dainty hands.

joy gulped, still as a stone.

"okay, fine," wendy murmured into the back of her shirt. "a blowjob instead. how's that?"

please, god, joy, just say yes. wendy felt herself get wet at just the thought of being fucked, but if joy was unwilling, then wendy would service her instead. fine. anything just to get a dick in her, just to taste some cum. she was going crazy all alone with only her toys to satisfy her for weeks.

joy gritted her teeth, trying to imagine something to turn her off--her rock hard dick was absolutely not helping. maybe if she spooked herself enough.

she imagined irene walking in on them, her stuffing wendy's face with her hot cock, wendy brought to tears as she gagged on joy's member. she imagined irene finding them in their bed, joy's hands wrapped around wendy's throat, pounding into her slutty cunt. she imagined irene discovering them on the couch wendy on her knees, hands tied behind her back as joy humped her and fucked her tight little ass--

joy groaned. fuck it.

she quickly turned around, aiming to bring wendy to her knees, but the smaller woman beat her to it. joy looked down to find wendy's puppy eyes staring up at her, her hands on the waistband of joy's sweats, her perfectly shaped nose nuzzling into her bulge.

"think of it as my gift," she murmured into the outline of joy's dick as the younger woman leaned back against the counter, hands on the edge, wendy only following her like a predator in pursuit.

"please? I want to thank you."

joy stared back down at her, deciding that she was apparently fine with her death being at the hands of one attorney irene bae.

"show me how thankful you are, then."

wendy moaned at joy's sexy tone, pulling down the woman's sweats, her large member springing out. "god, you're so big."

joy placed a hand on wendy's scalp, holding her hair tightly. "just a warning. I don't do soft and sensual."

wendy felt her pussy flood her even more at the gruff tone, practically soaking the shorts joy let her borrow. could joy be any more perfect? she was tall, strong, smoking hot, and apparently would be able to give wendy the rough treatment she wanted--the type she deserved.

she teased joy's balls first, cupping them and licking at them, nipping at the rough texture. she gasped when joy jerked her head away with a harsh pull at her hair. oh fuck, that's it.

"I told you. I don't do soft." joy grabbed her face with her other hand and squeezed her cheeks so her jaw opened wide, slipping her dick into wendy's mouth and hitting the back of her throat without warning.

joy clicked her tongue when wendy gagged on her. "what? was the banana a magic trick?" she sneered when wendy pulled back.

the blonde glared up at the woman, face flushed. the banana was tiny compared to joy, and besides, she wasn't ready! she should have bitten the woman’s dick instead.

"I'm waiting for your thanks. you asked for this." joy raised an eyebrow, making wendy whine at the sight.

god, yes, she did. underlying her annoyance at joy's treatment was the fact that she liked it. she loved it. a lot.

wendy took in a deep breath and opened her mouth to try again, at her pace this time, swallowing joy down until her lips met joy's navel, and joy groaned, long and low. wendy refused to move, staring up at her defiantly. two can play at that game.

joy gritted her teeth in both frustration and ecstasy. wendy was teasing her, but it felt phenomenal. she was balls deep in wendy's mouth, the head of her cock hitting the back of the other woman's throat. joy needed more. she needed friction.

she gripped wendy's hair tighter and bobbed the woman's head on her own, wendy submitting to her completely, moaning as she was recklessly used for joy's pleasure and hers alone.

joy grunted each time her balls smacked wendy's chin; she was so tight, and the texture of her channel was out of this world, but joy needed more, she wanted it rougher, she wanted to rut and pound into wendy's mouth until the woman choked on her.

wendy scrunched her eyes shut when she felt her lungs screaming for air and her head get dizzy from joy's pushing and pulling on her scalp. fuck, she could feel the heat in her belly boiling to the occasion. joy's dick was delicious.

but too soon, joy pulled her off again, and wendy heaved for breath, saliva dripping off her chin and down onto her borrowed shirt. oops.

joy stepped away to take off her sweatpants completely, legs now free, and pushed wendy back against the cabinets until her head knocked into the wood. then without even a word, she stabbed her dick into wendy's waiting mouth. she bent at the knees and leaned forward to held herself upright with her elbows on the counter top, jerking her hips forcefully.

wendy would gasp and groan if she could--the scene joy had set up was so hot, her sitting back and leaning against the counter, her head trapped between the hard wood and joy's pelvis as she sucked her off, joy's legs on either side of her while humping into her mouth, constantly hitting the back of her throat, choking her, making her gag and drool all over herself.

joy groaned as she felt her balls throb, ready to release that cum, but she wanted just a little more.

she widened her stance further and rutted into wendy's mouth with all she had, as fast as she could go, as rough as she could be, hearing the way wendy choked on her dick like the cockslut she was, hands raising to her thighs, almost suffocating.

"oh, fuck!" joy grunted as she came, pulling out and spraying her cum all over wendy's face, her open mouth and tongue, even her chest, until joy moved further to stand back up and place her balls on wendy's face, pumping her dick and squeezing out all that she could. wendy showered in her cum, eyes closed, moaning all the while around joy's sacs.

joy tried to catch her breath as the last spurt left the tip of her dick and dripped all over wendy's face.

"I'm gonna have to borrow a new set of clothes," wendy smirked up at her when she was done.

tsk, what a fucking brat. but it made joy chuckle darkly anyway. she tilted wendy's head to the side by pulling on her hair again, causing wendy to wince and whine at the same time.

joy yanked at her own shirt and removed it completely, taking the kneeling wendy by surprise--but also pleasing her with the sight of joy’s breasts and flawless skin.

"then let’s just get rid of them entirely," the taller woman growled, pulling wendy back up so she could rip her clothes off herself.

#wenjoy #gp!joy #cheating!wenjoy #???? i dunno what to call this verse........ anons think of something

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lynenspray · 4 years

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wenjoy 03 part 2

*set in the cheating!wenjoy universe

prompt: how about irene coming home while joy is over, and joy has to hide and watch while irene fucks wendy

a/n: good idea!!! but was this the scenario u expected? teehee. wonder if we should make irene g!p too,,,, hMMMM

(HARD WARNING: dubious consent)

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let you in my bed

*wenjoy 03 part 2, set between the prequel and part 1

(wenjoy gp!joy wenrene voyeurism)

"had a drunk night out, lost my apartment keys. won't you be a friendly neighbor, pretty please?" joy sing-songed.

wendy scrunched her nose as she moved aside. "poetic. so impressive," she deadpanned. the living room was immediately plagued by the stench of the woman she welcomed inside; it was like someone spilled an entire bottle of whiskey on her. god, at least when wendy was in the same situation, she had the decency to drink fruity cocktails--none of that dirty old man kind of shit joy apparently preferred.

wendy closed the door and checked the clock. it was midnight. irene would be coming home soon.

can't do anything frisky with joy, unfortunately--not that she wasn't interested in sex with a tipsy joy. she was rough when sober, so how much more while drunk off alcohol?

they'd have to try it. just not right now. irene was on her way home.

next time.

"take the couch."

joy groaned as she made her way through the apartment. "I don't fit on your goddamned excuse of a couch," she laughed, falling back on the mentioned furniture anyway, taking the smell of alcohol with her. "you guys are tiny and so is your stupid sofa." she spread her arms atop the backrest, showing that she was right. she wouldn't fit on this thing--not without getting neck and back pains for days, though it wasn't like it was meant for more than two people in the first place.

wendy crossed her arms. "then take the floor."

"how hospitable. the rumours are true--you really are the kindest angel in this building."

the blonde scoffed, face flushing. she was right on that count. if irene witnessed just how mean wendy could be to joy, completely unprovoked (at least in her view), well... she didn't want to give her girlfriend that impression.

"what do you want me to do, then?"

joy grinned. "you tell me."

"the toilet."

she was probably going to puke her guts out in the middle of the day anyway, may as well save her the trip. it would be perfectly reasonable for wendy to suggest that.

"that's comfortable," joy replied, sarcastic.

wendy pinched the bridge of her nose. "the hallway."

"clever."

fine. she couldn't kick her out when she just let her in. but then that would only leave--

no.

no way.

was she suggesting that joy sleep in their bed?

wendy glared. "fine, then I'll take the stupid sofa, you guys take the bed." joy and irene could sleep beside each other--it wasn't like they were strangers. the three of them had had pleasant interactions before, but they were always outside the bedroom; casual conversation at the elevator lobby, joy helping them out that time their sink was acting up, wendy walking into irene and joy having a conversation about fabric scents in the communal laundry room, wendy offering extra servings of food she'd made. they were civil--even friends. not that close, but they were getting there.

especially after that blowjob in joy's kitchen. that moment the woman finally fucked wendy raw in her bed. that one time they--

wendy cleared her throat. stop thinking about that.

across from her, joy looked even more tickled silly by the suggestion of the smaller woman, cheeks rosy and skin red from the whiskey, smile as wide as it's ever been. "I wonder if you'd be fine with it sleeping in a couch that's fresh with puke on it."

wendy felt dread spike through her. "don't you dare..." she trailed off, already imagining the hell irene would give her if joy made any mark at all on their furniture.

the woman only smirked and raised her index finger in front of her, before proceeding to open her mouth and place it on her tongue, slowly sucking on it and--

wendy felt a heat boil in her tummy; a slick wet feeling slip out of her and soak her panties. fuck, joy was too hot for her own good.

the blonde grabbed the taller's wrist before she could go any deeper, breathing heavily from the rush of heat in her pussy. "are you fucking crazy?"

joy wasn't even resisting her hold. she still look relaxed while seated, other arm not moving an inch. the only difference was that she had a smirk on instead of a wide smile.

"crazy for you, sweetheart," she gave her an air kiss as wendy tried pull away, disgusted. joy was so full of herself on a regular day, and it turned out that she was even worse while shit faced. tsk.

the taller and much stronger woman only had to jerk her arm once for wendy to fall right on her lap, though, thighs over her legs and chest to chest.

"is irene around?"

"on her way home."

joy hummed, staring at wendy's lips with glazed eyes, licking her own. "I miss this pussy of yours."

wendy gasped when she felt a hand on the base of her spine, pulling her closer, letting their crotches meet. joy was already hard--it wasn't obvious from the baggy jeans she wore, but now wendy's center was right against it, rocking back and forth almost against her will. how could she stop when joy's hips fit so neatly between her thighs?

"it missed you too," wendy whined when she adjusted her pelvis and the peak of joy's buldge hit her clit. "oh fuckkkkkk," she whimpered, ready to give it all, ready to cum right here on top of the woman if she'd let her.

of course joy didn't.

the younger woman pushed her off with a chuckle as wendy bit back a cry. god fucking dammit.

"wash your face--you're redder than me right now."

the smaller woman moved without further complaint. it really wouldn't be good for irene to be suspicious in any way, and wendy's flushed face would be like being caught red handed. she arrived at the bathroom sink and splashed cold water. focus. focus. don't get caught.

the main door opened just as she came back into the living area, joy splayed on the couch as if she stumbled her way to it. what an actress.

"ah, wendy, you're still up?" irene whispered, removing her shoes by the entryway.

"yeah, take a look at who came in." wendy whispered back as they approached the couch.

"oh."

stay cool as a cucumber, wendy. "she was really drunk, and apparently lost her keys."

irene frowned, crossing her arms as she observed their guest. "yeah, I can smell it in the air."

"sorry you came home to this."

irene blinked before looking at her. "I'll consider anywhere with anything in it a home, so long as it has you."

wendy chuckled. irene was so straightforward about her feelings--it was one of the things wendy loved about her. she was reliable, kind to a fault, really funny when she was in a mood--and most of all, honest. too bad she ended up with wendy.

"why don't we get some rest?"

the blonde moved over to turn the lights off, but irene stopped her. "she doesn't look comfortable. the couch is too small."

wendy raised a hand to place against her chin, pretending to think, when inside she was trying to hold in her laughter. joy was a lot more in tune with irene than she'd ever expected. she read wendy's girlfriend like a book.

"you're right. why don't we bring her to bed, I'll take the couch?"

irene shook her head. "the cushions already probably smell like alcohol. the bed is big enough for three. I'll go get changed--try to wake her up?"

"come here," wendy gestured for her to come closer, pulling the woman into her space until they were almost hugging, hands around each others' waists. "why are you such a good person? it makes me love you even more."

irene breathed out a chuckle. "I'm only nice around other people because you are. I don't want to give a bad impression if you ever want to be friends with them."

"you think I want to be friends with joy?"

"aren't you already?"

wendy hummed, thinking of joy's dick in her mouth, in her pussy, in her hand. yeah, those count as friendly interactions. "yes, I think we're good friends, actually."

"I can tell you two get along. I'm glad, because she seems like a nice girl. as long as you two play nice."

wendy laughed.

"I don't want to have to scare her off if she hurts your feelings."

wendy really really liked getting hurt, actually, albeit physically. but the threat was real. irene would raze the ground for her. it made her swoon. what a charmer.

she glanced at the couch. nothing like that annoying giant.

irene kissed her cheek before letting go, making her way to their bathroom to get ready for bed.

wendy kneeled by the sofa and tugged on a small handful of silky black hair. "wake up. you got your wish."

joy opened an eye, and wendy could tell she was on the verge of bursting out laughing. "you guys are so cute. it almost makes me want to vomit from the sugar rush."

the blonde stood and pulled at an arm, trying her best to haul her off the couch. "just get to bed already," she huffed.

"thank you for the generous offer," joy snickered, standing to put an arm over wendy's shoulders, leaning half her weight on her. "you really are heavensent."

wendy felt her eye twitch as they moved to the bedroom. their apartment wasn't huge, but it had a room, unlike joy's, and there was no fake kitchen island made of a flimsy table with a microwave on top and a fruit bowl with phallic looking fruits on it.

also, of course, they had a couch. not that it was apparently of much use besides having sex on.

joy laid down on irene's side of the bed, an arm over her eyes to block out the lamp light. wendy stared at joy's figure. irene was right--the bed was big enough for three. with irene and wendy both being fond of sleeping until noon, it made sense. space to both cuddle when it was too cold and untangle their limbs from each other when it got too warm.

wendy let her eyes wander over the woman's body--her cropped tight shirt hugging her breasts in all the right ways and teasing her with a view of joy's flat stomach. the thick, baggy jeans, hung low and showing a sliver of her hipbones.

damn. if only irene wasn't here.

"let's at least get you in some more comfortable clothes," wendy whispered, hearing the shower turn off. irene could come in any second. "help me out." she expertly unbuttoned joy's jeans and tugged them when the woman raised her hips.

of course she had a hard on.

wendy chuckled. "you horndog." she patted the buldge quickly, aware of their predicament.

"are you any better?" joy smirked, eyes still hidden behind an arm.

of course not.

wendy practically felt a flood gush out of her at the sight of joy in their bed. they hadn't done it here, not yet, but the sight of joy on their bed, in only a shirt and some boxer briefs, tainting their bedroom, cumming in her on their shared bed, making her all hers as she laid face down on irene's side, seeing irene's books on the nightstand, smelling irene's scent on the pillow. fuck.

"I'm good," wendy replied nonchalantly. it wasn't like joy could see her blush, anyway. she grabbed the end of the sheets and pulled up the covers until joy's waist just as irene walked in and turned the lamp off.

they laid joy on her side, facing the center of the bed, and then placed a pillow in front of her.

"I'll stay in the middle," irene announced, puffing up her pillow and getting on the mattress.

wendy slipped in on her other side. "are you sure, babe? it's kind of my fault she's here at all."

irene stared at her, eyes as hard as steel, gaze sharp enough to cut through wendy if she disagreed. ah, there it is. wendy felt the heat in her navel burn even more. fuck, irene was so hot when she was possessive. if only she was like this more often during their intimate moments.

the older woman wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer, sparking a gasp out of wendy when a thigh slotted in between her own two, almost touching her where she needed attention the most.

"I'm sure."

she bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying not to whine or move. oh god, she needed friction, even just a little bit. she shifted her leg in a pretense of adjusting herself when really she just wanted a small taste of irene's skin on her. just--fuck. just a little bit. she can fall asleep after this.

she shifted a bit more, her heat grinding on irene's thigh, and couldn't hold back a tiny whimper.

oops. fuck.

"what are you doing?"

wendy opened her eyes to see irene staring at her in bewilderment, unaware that wendy could get so desperate.

"sorry," wendy whispered. "I just--I'm a bit frustrated."

she faced irene's stare head on, lying to her face. she was incredibly frustrated, not just a bit, especially with joy's cock so near her but off limits. the thought of being in the same bed, not allowed to have joy when she was usually making wendy all hers--it drove her kind of crazy. not to mention that irene was right here, in her arms, unaware of exactly what was going through her mind.

"I'm too tired to leave the bed."

wendy whined, but ultimately nodded. of course. she didn't expect any less, but...

"then let's--um," she whispered, "let's stay here. please? just a little bit, I promise I'll stay quiet."

irene gave her a look. "joy is right behind me."

wendy let out an annoyed sigh. fuck. "she's drunk, babe. out like a light. please, please," she started to beg, slowly grinding her hips onto irene's thigh, letting her feel her soaked panties. "if she wakes up we can just tell her it was her imagination, she's drunk after all. pretty please? unnie?"

she heard irene hiss our a breath. hah, she was so funny with her unnie kink. so easy.

wendy shifted, closer, closer, and raised her head so she could place her lips right above irene's sensitive ear. "unnie," she whispered breathily, then focused her gaze on the person on the other side of the bed, joy's features glowing in the pale moonlight, the luscious lips, the sharp line of her nose--

the open eyes, staring right back at her.

fuck. oh fuck.

"unnie--please," she begged, eyes on joy, gaze on her twitching hand on the pillow between wendy's girlfriend and her fucking--what? fuck buddy?

irene toom that moment to hook a finger on the waistband of her shorts, pulling them and her underwear down, wendy shifting her lower body so they could easily slip off. she was soaking wet.

she kept her head atop irene's, lips still on her ear, delivering kittenish licks on the shell of it as she moved to wrap her arms around irene's neck, joy watching her all the while.

irene pulled on the covers on their side, and joy was quick to do the same, hiding the sound of her shifting through wendy's soft whimpers.

"touch me, please."

she lifted her leg, the cold bite of the evening contrasting dramatically with irene's warm hand on her center. she teased her, rubbing at her clit, spreading her slick around, almost touching her hole but not quite.

"unnie," wendy whined, bucking her hips to subtly try and catch those playful fingers. "please."

across from her, joy lifted a finger to press against her own smirking lips, telling her to be quiet. then, she pulled her pajamas down an inch, reaching for her cock and positioning it so the tip was the only thing past the waistband.

oh fuck, she was so fucking hot. this entire thing was. wendy lifted her leg higher and bucked her hips faster, until irene gave in an gave her what she wanted--what she'd been begging for. those small, but strong fingers gently slipped past her hole and entered her, and wendy covered her own mouth with a hand to stop her from groaning aloud, letting irene fuck her harder, fuck her deeper. those hands were sinful, from the very tips of her fingers inside her to the knuckles that slammed into her, wanted to push past her entrance too, wanting to be in her, wanting to fuck her silly. oh god, oh god.

fuck.

wendy keened onto irene as she watched joy lick her index finger and bring it down to her crotch, rubbing at her own tip, dragging the pad of her finger against the lining of her cock, precum dripping out as she caught them with her digit.

wendy was rutting against irene now, a little harshly, and irene slipped another finger in her, stretching her pleasantly, getting deeper, almost hitting that spot.

"more, more, unnie," wendy whined, feeling her whole body heat up, kissing irene's ear. "I'll be quiet."

"good girl."

wendy closed her eyes with a gasp as irene slipped another digit inside her, stretching her hole, quim spreading all over her thighs. she was a good girl, she was quiet in irene's arms, holding back her moans and groans, but she was also so, so bad--fucking herself onto her girlfriend as she stared at someone else, wanted longer fingers who could fuck her deeper, someone who would be rougher, tip her past her breaking point until she was nothing but a slut used for pleasure.

she opened her eyes just as she was about to reach her peak, irene's fingers moving inside her like they belonged there, joy holding her down with her gaze alone, those eyes, that smirk. oh god, fuck fuck fuck.

"that's it, baby. come for unnie," irene hissed in her ear, and wendy felt herself burst.

her entire body was now moving against irene as she came, the delicious waves of pleasure washing over her, her hot breath puffing out of her. she went almost delirious, and joy kept watching, kept looking, until she twitched too, hand on her own cock, cumming the same time.

her seed spilled into her hand, and she wiped them across the underside of her shirt. something in wendy snapped at the sight, at the feeling of irene continuing to fuck her, and she came another time, her hips wildly rutting, no shame now. she opened her mouth and held her tongue out, asking, begging--

"what a good girl," irene whispered in her ear.

no, no, she was a naughty, naughty girl. and joy was the only one who knew.

the taller woman dragged a finger against her own stomach, picking up some cum, and held it near wendy's face, coming closer until wendy grabbed it with her free hand and placed it on her tongue so she could taste her, that cum she missed, that cum she could be fed with for days on end, not needing any other sustenance.

joy tasted salty, as always, and gooey because it was her seed--but also so fucking delicious. wendy pulled her hand more until she could swallow it down, knuckle deep.

do you miss me sucking you off?

joy responded with a bite to her lip as wendy came down from her orgasm, their locked gazes never breaking. she pulled her hand back and tucked her cock away as wendy let out a sigh, moving back to cuddle into irene as the older woman pulled the covers back up.

wendy nuzzled into irene's neck, tickling the older woman. "what about you?" she questioned her girlfriend, falling faster asleep as she spoke each word.

"next time," irene replied, kissing her forehead.

hm. next time.

wendy wondered who would get to use this bed in that next time scenario--if it would be irene and her or, if joy could get her way, the two of them instead. they'd just have to see. wendy kissed the skin in front of her, irene's sharp collarbone, and fell asleep in her girlfriend's arms, satisfied.

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