Intimidation Tactics Oneshot: The Bet
Series Masterlist | Masterlist
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York
Rating: E (smut, 18+ only)
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: multiple orgasms, like a LOT of that, oral sex (f receiving, fingering (f receiving), blow jobs (m receiving), lots of teasing, dumb machismo, references to MMF, banter
Summary: Unbeknownst to you, Marcus and Dave have a bet going...
A/N: idk whose fault this is but it happened in the Dave York discord and I blame @pedropascalsx, my love, my life, my worst enabler. I love this ridiculous community SO FUCKING MUCH. Thanks as always to @leslie-lyman, who I am functionally incapable of writing a fic without.
“What’s this?” Dave frowns down at the pamphlet Marcus hands him in the kitchen.
“For the honeymoon,” Marcus explains, as if that answers everything.
“Sandals, Saint Lucia,” Dave reads. “Fucking Sandals? Really, tiger?”
“It’s all-inclusive,” Marcus says, sounding defensive.
“I’m not going to Sandals,” Dave scoffs. “That’s such a cliche. Besides, I’m sure the three of us will cause quite the scandal with all the little newlyweds, fresh from their big church weddings on their first trip out of the country.”
“Read the damn brochure,” Marcus insists, elbowing Dave in the ribs. “It has private villas. We can enjoy the beach undisturbed.”
“Jesus,” Dave remarks, seeing the price tag on the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow’ option. “This is obscene.”
“It’s inclusive,” Marcus says again, pouting. “C’mon, think about it–a week in paradise, chef-prepared meals, in our own private villa.” He winds his arms around Dave’s hips playfully. “Our girl, wearing the skimpiest bikini I can find.”
“For that price, she better be fucking naked,” Dave growls.
“Oh shut up,” Marcus groans. “Think about it,” he croons, pointing at the luxurious daybed on the brochure, “laying her down on the sheets, watching her fucking writhing on the bed while I make her cum over, and over, and over again with my tongue, with your cock buried in my ass.”
Dave snorts. “You’re really trying to sell this, tiger.”
“Yeah? It’s been fucking ages since I’ve been on a real vacation.”
“You really think you could make her cum that many times while I fuck you? The only thing you can do when I’m inside you is whine my name,” Dave says smugly, tossing the pamphlet on the counter.
“I’ve made her cum like, six times in one night,” Marcus protests. “I don’t think you have any room to question–”
“Ha!” Dave barks out a laugh. “When was that?”
“You think you’re so good, huh?” Marcus growls, grabbing Dave’s belt loops and pulling him so that their hips are flush. “God’s gift to women, is that right?”
“God’s gift to anyone, apparently,” Dave smirks.
Marcus dissolves into quiet laughter, finally giving in to Dave’s ridiculous boasting. “Oh, sure–” he presses a gentle kiss to Dave’s lips. “You’re just–” kiss “–the absolute most, is that right?”
“I certainly leave you two satisfied,” Dave rumbles.
“Maybe,” Marcus teases. “But I’ve still made her cum more times.”
“Maybe you have,” Dave admits, “but whatever you think your record is, I could beat it easily.”
Marcus laughs loudly. “Oh, okay. Fine. How about this–whoever doesn’t make her cum more times in one night buys one week in the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow.’”
“Fine,” Dave hums. “Enjoy that little charge on your credit card.”
Marcus crows triumphantly, grabbing the pamphlet from the counter. “Yes! We’re going to fucking St. Lucia!”
Dave’s smug smile falls, realizing he’s been played.
“Dammit,” he mumbles.
– – –
You gasp in surprise as Dave walks in the door holding a bouquet of roses. Marcus is the flowers guy, not Dave. Dave shows his affection through quiet acts of service. Marcus's affection is much more… loud.
"Dave," you squeal, "what's the occasion?"
"Do I need an occasion to dote on my girl?" Dave asks, kissing you on the cheek.
That raises suspicion.
"What are you up to?" you ask, squinting at Dave.
"Nothing," Dave intones. You miss the way Marcus rolls his eyes.
Dave continues his unusual seduction of you all evening–little touches serving to work you up, doting on you, praising you, teasing you, until finally he has you in his lap, your legs spread wide and his hand inside your underwear, both of you still fully clothed while you writhe for him. Marcus watches the two of you intently but doesn’t join in, staring at the way Dave’s hand moves underneath your clothes.
“Show him,” Dave whispers in your ear. “Show him how good I can make you feel just like this.”
His fingers press down harder on your clit, grinding back and forth, and you gasp as you break for him, arching against Dave as he hums in satisfaction.
“Count it, pumpkin.”
“O-One,” you stammer.
“How many do you think I can give her?” Dave asks Marcus teasingly.
“Sounds like we’re going to find out,” Marcus says with a smirk. “But what are you going to do for me, hmm?”
“Oh, don’t worry tiger, she’ll be sucking your cock for at least two of them,” Dave remarks lightly, and you moan loudly. “Aww, you like that? You like cumming with a cock down your throat, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” you reply, laughing breathlessly.
“What do you like about it?” Dave asks softly, nipping your earlobe.
“I-I can’t really breathe,” you answer, “and it makes it… better.”
“She’s so nasty, isn’t she,” Dave murmurs to Marcus.
“She’s perfect,” Marcus replies with an affectionate smile.
“Well, pumpkin, since you like it so much, why don’t you get on your knees."
You obey, kneeling down and looking up at Marcus through your eyelashes.
"You look so pretty like that," Marcus whispers. "On your knees for me." His hands come to his belt buckle, undoing it and slowly sliding the zipper down.
Dave kneels behind you, caging you between his thighs. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, pumpkin," he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. "Feed it to her," he says to Marcus.
Marcus grips your chin in one hand and fists his cock in the other, sliding it slowly into your mouth. "Gonna take it all like a good girl?" he asks softly.
You nod around him.
"Of course she will," Dave rumbles. "Now come on, pumpkin, you're giving me two more before he cums down your throat, aren't you?"
Dave's fingers find your clit again, rubbing small circles into your clit as you choke on Marcus’s cock.
"She's soaked," Dave teases. "She gets so wet with a cock down her throat. He's always so gentle, isn't he? He won't fuck your face until you cry like I do."
"Fuck," Marcus groans above you. "Shut up."
"Then fuck her," Dave grits out. "I want to feel how wet she gets when you use her like that."
"Can you take that, baby?" Marcus murmurs, softly stroking your cheek while you gag on him.
When you nod, Marcus strokes the hair back from your forehead. "Good girl," he whispers. "Now be good and cum for him, okay?"
Marcus’s grip around your neck hardens, and he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth. Almost immediately, tears spring to the corners of your eyes and your pussy throbs.
"Oh, that's it," Dave murmurs. "She's clenching all over my fingers. C'mon, pumpkin, cum for us. Show us how much you love being used."
You sob as Dave brings you over the edge again. Marcus doesn't let up, fucking your face over and over again as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Dave doesn't give you a moment to recover either, rubbing your clit faster and faster until you're arriving at a second peak, barely a few minutes after the first. Your body convulses, but Dave holds you steady from behind, and Marcus’s fingers dig into your neck to keep you impaled on his cock.
“Cum for her, tiger, she’s worked so hard for it,” Dave croons into your ear.
It only takes a few more thrusts, and then Marcus is spilling down your throat with a soft groan, and you hear Dave hum in appreciation behind you. Marcus pulls away and you swallow, breathing heavily, drunk on two orgasms and dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
“Count,” Dave reminds you.
“Three,” you whisper hoarsely.
The next two are from Dave’s tongue, lapping at you while Marcus holds you still in his lap. You’re dazed; you have no idea what has gotten into Dave tonight, but you can’t say you mind it. The word ‘five’ has barely passed through your lips, and Dave is pulling you off Marcus’s lap and pushing you onto your belly on the couch before mounting up behind you. This position makes you crazy and he knows it; the way his entire weight presses down on you, taking what he wants while his cock stabs at that perfect place inside of you never fails to make you cum in record time.
“Again,” Dave growls in your ear. “Give me another one, give me number six. You know it’ll feel so good, cumming around my cock.”
“Jesus, Dave I don’t think I can…” you grunt.
“Yes you can, baby, you’re so close already,” Dave husks. “I can feel how tight you are. Just let go for me,” he urges, his hips snapping down into you. He works his hand underneath you and rubs back and forth on your clit and you keen into the couch cushions. Everything pulls up tight again and you wail as you fall off the edge.
“Count it,” Dave commands, his own voice rough with pleasure as he takes what he needs from you.
“Six!” you sob. “Six, six, six, fuck–”
Dave’s cock is punching down into you, hitting something deep and devastating, and all you can do is grip the couch cushions and take what he gives you. You’re overly sensitive and each punishing thrust he gives you makes you cry out into the room. Just as you feel Dave’s hips start to stutter, you’re taken off-guard by another crest, and you squeak as you bear down on his cock just as he lets go.
“Shit,” Dave hisses. “Fuck, baby.”
“Seven,” you murmur, slurring the word tiredly as you slump on the couch.
“That’s my girl,” Dave says with a smirk, smacking your ass playfully as he pulls out of you and sits up.
Marcus is on you in an instant, one hand gently wiping you clean with a few tissues while the other rubs up and down your back. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers to you. “Are you okay?”
“She’s fine,” Dave scoffs. “She’s just cockdumb and drooling on our couch.”
“Hush,” Marcus scolds him. “Don’t I always take care of you both?”
You roll over and blink up at the two of them with a dazed smile. Dave is slouched back on the couch, still completely naked, watching Marcus tend to you with an affectionate look.
“Dave,” you pout, making little ‘grabby hands’ but not otherwise moving.
"Oh, stop," Dave chuckles. "Come here, silly thing."
It's Marcus who picks you up from the couch and deposits you in Dave's lap, where you immediately curl into him with a little sigh. Marcus tucks in beside Dave, his hand still smoothing up and down your spine as he nuzzles the other man's neck playfully.
Finally, you speak.
"What the fuck got into you tonight?" you murmur, and Dave chuckles, patting you on the butt affectionately.
"Just like seeing you like this,” he rumbles.
You don’t see the smug smile that Dave shoots Marcus over the top of your head.
– – – –
A week passes, and then another week, and the evening where Dave made you cum seven fucking times get buried in a chaotic sea of ballet lessons, softball games, and many more passionate nights, the three of you wrapped up in each other every night.
You’ve never had sex this good, and you’re insatiable for the two of them, wanting Marcus’s sensual touches and Dave’s ruthless strokes every time the three of you have a moment to yourselves. You love everything about it: the way the two of them seem to trade off controlling your pleasure, and the way they effortlessly trade dominance back and forth between the two of them. One night, Dave could have Marcus at his mercy, pounding into him while you stroke his hair and murmur sweet praises into his ear, and the next, Marcus could reduce Dave to nothing but whimpers underneath him. The only thing sweeter than their ferocious love for each other is the all-encompassing love the two of them have for you.
You’ve never felt more spoiled, and not just because the two of them seem to treat giving you pleasure as a sport, at times, but simply because having two people care about you is just overwhelming, after so much time on your own. They both care so deeply, even if they do it in different ways. Not only having Marcus and Dave around, but combined with having Molly and Alice every other week, you sometimes feel completely overcome with love. It’s chaotic in the best of ways, each day challenging and exhilarating in new and different ways.
And then, one night, after taking the girls out to a very rowdy dinner and dropping them off at Carol’s, Marcus pulls you onto his lap on the couch, facing outward with your legs spread, and murmurs, “Let’s give Dave a little show, hmm?”
You giggle and nod, looking over at Dave, who’s watching the proceedings with obvious interest. He raises one eyebrow expectantly.
"Better make it a good one," he drawls.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Marcus shoots back, full of that ridiculous sense of bravado he sometimes gets when the two of them are locked in some silly power struggle.
“Marcus,” you whine, wanting his attention to be on you, the person in his lap.
“Okay, okay,” he whispers. “Are we feeling needy tonight?”
You help him as he slowly removes your clothes; you glance at Dave as each new inch of skin is revealed. Dave’s eyes are dark as coals as he stares back; his face gives nothing away, but you can tell he’s hardly unaffected by the sight of you, completely naked, on Marcus’s fully clothed lap.
Marcus’s fingers trail aimlessly down your chest, making you shiver, your nipples pebbling with goosebumps, before he arrives at his destination, gently dipping one finger into your cunt to gather your slick and then starting to rub gentle circles on your clit.
Marcus has an uncanny ability to move exactly how you need him to. While Dave’s fingers are brutal, working you until he pulls your pleasure from you and you have no choice but to follow, Marcus plays you with precision, coaxing your peaks out of you with a gentle ruthlessness.
He can work you up quickly, or he can use that weird sixth sense he has when it comes to your pleasure to edge you mercilessly until you’re begging. He doesn’t do the latter much–you know that Marcus likes to indulge, giving you and Dave everything he has to give–but on the occasion that he’s in the mood, he can reduce you to tears by pulling away at the last second over and over again.
At first, you think that’s the show you’re giving Dave. After all, Dave takes an almost sadistic pleasure in withholding orgasms and controlling your pleasure. But when Marcus quickly works you up and then throws you over the edge without stopping–commanding you to “Count them” and mimicking Dave’s speech patterns so eerily well that you find it a little disconcerting–you know exactly what he’s going to do with you tonight.
Marcus works you up two more times just like that–with just his fingers, leaving you sprawling and naked on his lap while Dave stares. The third time, you can’t take it any more, you close your eyes and slump against Marcus’s chest.
“No, no–keep looking at him,” Marcus murmurs in your ear. “Keep your eyes on him, keep them open. Let him see you fall apart.”
You try. You really do. But the sensations Marcus is pulling from you are too overwhelming for you to focus on something like eye contact. You can’t concentrate on anything. Before you know it, your head is tipping back and your eyes are pinched shut as you take everything Marcus gives you.
They startle open when you feel fingers gripping your chin and forcing your head back down.
Dave has moved–no longer on the couch, he’s crouching in front of you, his eyes boring into yours.
“Thank you,” Marcus murmurs. “She’s being a naughty thing tonight, not listening to me.”
You groan in frustration–you love to hate how the two of them gang up on you.
“I don’t think she can cum again,” Dave murmurs, looking at you with an almost-clinical disinterest that you know is feigned. “Look at her. She’s too fucked out.”
“‘m not,” you argue. “Marcus–”
“I know,” Marcus croons in your ear. “I know you can cum again. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You want to fall apart in my lap again.”
“I need–” you whine. “I need–”
“How is he supposed to know what you need if you can’t use your words, Pumpkin?” Dave teases.
“Oh, stop,” Marcus tuts at Dave. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you can tell me. What do you need?”
“Can I have your cock?”
“How can I refuse, when you ask so nicely?” Marcus smiles and reaches between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants and underwear down just enough that you can sink down on him. “Don’t move yet,” he instructs. “Just keep it warm–you aren’t done yet.”
“Marcus,” you whine softly as he stretches you open. It’s always a stretch, and you love it. Marcus keeps up the soft, precise circles on your clit, and he’s hardly even buried to the hilt yet before you can feel the next crest approaching.
“Marcus,” you warn him. “Marcus, it’s gonna–” It’s gonna be too much, it’ll be overwhelming, it’ll–
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers. “Let it happen.”
You cry out as you clench around Marcus’s cock for the first time. Your head tips back, but Dave grips your chin harder and forces you back down to his eye level.
“Count,” Marcus reminds you, a smile coloring his tone.
“F-Four,” you whimper.
“Good,” Marcus praises you. “More.”
“Marcus,” you protest quietly, but he’s already rubbing your clit again. With his cock spearing you, it’s easier to build you up–it takes a matter of minutes, and you’re doing it again, convulsing in his lap, trying to shy away from the sensations he’s pulling from you.
“Shh, good job,” Marcus murmurs. “You’re doing so well.” He finally starts to move, fucking up into you with slow, undulating thrusts. “Hey–you forgot to count it again.”
“Ugh! Five,” you groan, and Marcus chuckles.
Marcus fucks you gently at first, then growing in speed in intensity, never taking his hand off of your clit as he does. He doesn’t stop when you whimper “Six,” fucking you harder and faster until he reaches his own end with a deep groan.
You’re about to slump against him in relief, when you feel him pulling you off of him and laying you down on the couch.
“Mmm?” you question wordlessly, but your nonverbal inquiry is answered when you feel Marcus’s tongue lap at your pussy, and you squeak in surprise.
“One more,” Marcus murmurs, muffled by your clit as he eats you out. “Again for me.”
It takes time, because fuck, you’re fucking tired, but somehow you do, cumming on Marcus’s tongue with a wordless cry.
“Tiger,” Dave cautions softly. “She’s had enough.”
“Mm,” Marcus comments, before slowly thrusting one finger inside you and crooking it upwards, his mouth not leaving your clit. He finds that spongy spot inside you with no hesitation and starts rubbing back and forth, eliciting so much pressure and feeling that you–
“Oh, fuck–” you gasp, and you gush around Marcus’s fingers.
“HA!” Marcus pulls back triumphantly. “Eight!”
You squint your eyes in your delirium. “Wha–?”
“You fucking cheated, you went after me, so of course you could just beat–”
“Oh, you’re just sore because–”
“Next time it should be a blind test. Your ability to see me go before you gave you a bias that–”
“‘Next time?’ I fucking won!”
“What the fuck!” you cry out, interrupting Dave and Marcus’s bickering. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Do you want to go to Saint Lucia?” Marcus asks nonsensically.
Your eyes flick to Dave. “What the fuck is he talking about?”
"Pumpkin," Dave starts, but you interrupt.
"Don't 'pumpkin' me," you snap. "Are you two betting on me?"
Dave's lips part, his mouth forming an 'O' as he apparently debates how to answer.
"So–" Marcus says, looking chastened, "...yes?"
"What the fuck!" you shout again. "I am not a pawn in your stupid macho games!"
Dave presses his lips together for a few moments. "Did we mention Saint Lucia?"
You blink at him in disbelief.
"It's all-inclusive," Marcus pipes up helpfully.
"With a private luxury bungalow," Dave adds.
"Mmhmm," you mutter, frowning at the two of them. "And are there couches in this luxury bungalow?"
Marcus pulls a brochure from underneath a stack of books on the coffee table and squints at it. "I think so?"
"Good," you say, picking yourself up off the couch and grabbing your underwear with a flourish and walking, hips swaying, to the bathroom. "Because you're both sleeping on one."
– – – –
Two months later…
"This is incredible," you say with a sigh, tipping your head back to feel the sun on your face.
"Mm," Marcus agrees beside you. He kicks his foot, causing ripples in the pristine, clear water.
"Does that mean you forgive us?" Dave rumbles with a little smirk, not looking up from his book.
The three of you are crammed into an oversize lounge chair that was almost certainly meant for two. You're lying between Marcus’s spread legs, both of you with one foot intermingling in the water of your own private beach. Marcus is resting on Dave's shoulder, alternating between reading over his shoulder and dozing in the gentle sunshine. Dave is the only one fully seated on the lounge chair, book propped up on one knee and his free hand resting on Marcus’s leg but close enough to touch yours as well.
Marcus was right–this place really is paradise.
"Mm, I dunno," you comment lightly. "I think turnabout is fair play."
"How do you imagine that will go?" Dave asks. "We're not exactly built for multiple–"
"I was thinking the opposite, actually," you say sweetly. "I'll mercilessly tease both of you, and whoever comes first has to bankroll the trip."
"And how do you plan on enforcing that, pumpkin?" Dave murmurs, amused. "What's to stop me from rolling over and taking what I want?"
You boop him playfully on the nose–a gesture he pretends to hate but you know he doesn't–"I'll just tie you up," you inform him in a sing-song voice. "And I'm sure Marcus would agree to help if you're feeling particularly resistant to the idea."
"Mmhmm," Marcus agrees. "I'd pay money to see that."
"You'll get your wish," Dave says, "because there's no way you're winning that bet." His hand curls possessively around your leg. "Where do you want to go next, Pumpkin?"
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