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malice-ov-mercy · 4 months

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New Year’s Celebration

Pairing: Adam De Micco x fem!Reader x Will Ramos

Content Warnings: 18+!, public sex, threesome, mention of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral (male receiving), deep throating, facefucking, fingering, degradation, male masturbation, slight cumplay, could argue a D/S dynamic between Adam and Reader, Adam’s kinda mean

A/N: is this the start of me writing for Adam??? Idk maybe. Once again, I rushed to get this finished before a holiday. It has had minimal editing and revising which translates to none at all, so if it’s a mess, I apologize. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! BE SAFE!!! DRINK RESPONSIBLY AND DONT DRIVE DRUNK.

Word Count: 2.9k

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If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Lorna Shore!

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Will Ramos Masterlist

Adam De Micco Masterlist

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“Just like that baby,” Adam rasped, alcohol heavy on his breath. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

His eyes bore in yours. His large, calloused hand gripped your jaw firmly. Will dug his fingers in your hips, kneading and massaging as you grinded your drenched, clothed cunt on his thigh.

You came here with Adam, arm possessively wrapped around your shoulder. Far from an item or exclusive, you both were merely just casually seeing each other—more like hooking up, if you were more honest. It was a mutual decision. Adam felt he didn’t have the time for a full relationship and that was fine with you. It worked beautifully—up until you also started a fling with Will. Then things got awkward and a little messy.

Both men knew of each other, but neither one expressed any discomfort or otherwise unpleasantry. Bouts of jealousy sprouted here and there, making for rough, hot, and steamy escapades with Adam and equally as hot but lengthy, sensual and passionate late nights with Will. It’s as if each of them were trying to fuck you into submitting to one over the other. Little did they know, you had no plans to pick. You enjoyed seeing them fight over you and fill you with pleasure in completely different ways.

“Fuck,” you gasped, a familiar tension building in your gut.

“Close already?” Will husked. His nails scratched and imprinted little crescents in your skin.

You nodded, eyes falling shut. Adam tightened his grip and roughly shook your head.

“I said keep your eyes on me, you fucking slut.” His voice was dangerously low.

He didn’t sound angry, but you’ve heard that tone of voice many times to know what would happen if you didn’t listen. However, the buzz from champagne and tequila shots had you acting up.

“A slutty fucking brat.” As Adam called you when he found you and Will in a quiet, secluded area of the bar drunkenly sucking face and shamelessly dry humping like two teenagers in heat.

Will didn’t care much for the choice of words Adam spewed, but he’d never seen that side of you and how wet his degradation made you. Adam called you far worse in private. Whore and bitch frequented his vocabulary with a sporadic cunt thrown in here and there. A slutty fucking brat was tame.

Occasionally, Will called you a slut, but it was gentle and soft, always accompanied by ‘my’. “My pretty little slut” was a favorite of his. There was never any malice behind his words.

Adam loosened his hold and shoved his thumb between your lips. Without hesitation or prompting, you sucked and swirled your tongue all around, coating the appendage in saliva.

“Look at you,” he said, “So eager to have something in your mouth.”

His radiant, award winning smile contrasted wonderfully with the hungry, lustful haze in his eyes. It made your heart flutter.

Will raked his nails up your side, hiking your dress further up your body, not caring at all how exposed you were. His hands settled on your supple breasts, kneading them like a cat making biscuits. A warm shudder rippled under your skin, heating you down to your bone. Euphoric bliss crept closer and closer. He brushed his thumbs over your perked, hard nipples, causing you to moan softly and involuntarily close your eyes.

With a deep, displeased huff, Adam yanked you by the jaw up and off of Will’s thigh, denying you of your release. Wetness soaked through your thong, leaving a slick coating of arousal between your thighs. His usual mean glint flashed in his eyes and for a moment, you wondered if he would slap you. Instead, he crashed your lips together, his kiss bruising and forceful. Sloppy and disgustingly audible, a mash of tongues and teeth clacking.

Adam grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back. A string of saliva connected your lips before breaking and dripping onto your chin. His other hand reached for your thong and tore it away from your pussy. He brought the garment to your mouth and shoved it in your mouth, choking and gagging you with it. He spread your folds open, completely ignoring your clit, and inserted a thick finger into your soaked cunt. His thrusting was fast and rough. A muffled groan escaped you.

He pulled your hair, yanking your head back even more, and attacked your neck with his mouth, marking every millimeter in bites and varying sizes of bruises. You squirmed in his hold, his onslaught of wet kisses riling you up and making you grind into his hand.

“What’s the matter? Does the slut need more than just fingers?”

You nodded your head furiously. Adam sunk a second finger deep, stretching you out delightfully. A pathetic whimper got caught in the cloth in your mouth. He had no intention of giving you an orgasm. He simply wanted to toy with you. The ball of his palm rutted against your clit, the unexpected stimulation sent a jolt through your bones. You bucked your hips, desperate to get more friction.

A condescending chuckle rumbled in Adam’s chest.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your walls throbbed and pulsed hopelessly around nothing. The emptiness was agonizing. Adam removed your ruined panties from your mouth, replacing it with his arousal covered fingers. He tossed the garment to Will.

With his other hand, Adam made quick work of his belt, and pulled his pants and briefs down just enough to free his thick, hard, girthy cock.

“Get on your fucking knees and put that mouth to use.” Adam demanded.

He roughly pushed your shoulder down, not caring in the slightest about Will’s clear displeasure of his treatment of you. He said nothing, only glared at Adam.

Adam grabbed another fistful of your hair and wrapped it around his hand. He shoved himself in your mouth, burying himself balls deep and filling your mouth entirely. You gleefully choked and struggled around him. Tears welled in your eyes as he held you in place. Adam threw his head back with a loud, guttural groan.

“God I love that sound.” He pulled out, letting drool and spit dribble and cover your chin, then forcefully thrust himself to the back of your throat again. His neatly trimmed pubes tickled your nose.

Behind you, the sound of Will unfastening his belt perked your ears. A pleasure filled moan left his mouth. Your pussy throbbed at the sound and idea of Will jerking himself while watching your mouth get destroyed.

Though you knew Adam would scold you, you slipped a hand down to your cunt, craving some sort of touch. As expected, he yanked your hair. The sharp, painful sting made you grimace and stop touching yourself.

“Trying to show off for Will, hm?” Adam grunted. “Trying to show him how big of a dirty fucking slut you actually are?”

He snapped his hips, brutally fucking your mouth and throat. A dull ache throbbed in your jaw. It wasn’t a pain you weren’t used to. Both men loved using your mouth to their hearts desire. Will often loses himself in your mouth. All his control evaporates. It’s one of the only times he’s ever rough with you.

Water trickled down your cheeks and stuck to your lashes. Adam pulled you off of him and to your feet. He spun you around so your back was flush to his chest. His hand harshly grabbed the underside of your jaw, his fingers painfully digging into the flesh. The other hand pushed your dress all the way up your stomach and over your breasts, totally exposing your pussy and breasts to Will. Adam’s spit covered cock slid between your thighs and teased your cunt. You tried to wriggle, but he held you firmly in place.

“You’re gonna stand here like a good girl and watch him.” His breath was hot in your ear. “You’re not going to complain, you’re not going to touch yourself. Not a sound. Just watch.”

Will locked eyes with you. So much lust and desire radiated from them, it overwhelmed you. Precum leaked consistently from his hard cock. Each swipe of his thumb over the tip made you lick your lips. His hand worked meticulously, flexing and gripping up and down his shaft. The staggered rise and fall of his chest and soft murmurs of your name drove you mad. It was torture not being able to help him or swallow him whole.

“You wish that was you stroking him?” Adam asked. You did your best to nod. “You wanna choke on his cock?”

His hand on your stomach slid up to your breasts, giving each of them a hard squeeze. He pinched and pulled your nipples. The sharp, pleasurable sting shot straight to your pussy. You writhed in his grasp and whined.

“Should I let you go so he can fill your slutty mouth?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

Adam and Will shared a look. Will gave a short nod. Adam released you and you hurried to Will, perching yourself between his legs and wasting no time getting his cock in your mouth. He found your eagerness amusing. A light chuckle fluttered past his lips. His fingers splayed across the back of your skull, setting the pace he wanted. He balled up your thong and tossed it back to Adam.

Will was gentle with his thrusts, which you were grateful for. Adam left your throat more sore than usual. You flattened your tongue, pressing it firmly on the underside of his shaft and hummed against him. His head lulled back, a breathless gasp escaping him.

“Fuck that feels so good.” He pushed your head down further, holding you in place for a moment before letting you continue. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His praise made your cheeks heat. Admiration and wonder sparkled in his warm brown eyes.

“Isn’t she pretty with dick in her mouth, Adam?” Will licked his lip then pulled it between his teeth. “Fuck you’re gorgeous. Every part of you.”

There was a sudden change in his expression. Clarity muddied by panic tarnished the glimmer in his eyes. Tenderly, he flexed his fingers, delicately massaging your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut, moaning softly at the kind affection.

“A pretty little slut. My pretty little slut.”

You dropped your jaw, then slowly took all of Will’s hard cock, all the way to the small patch of curls. He groaned loudly, holding your head down and letting you gag. You tapped his thigh, signaling to him you couldn't take anymore.

Adam snickered.

“Yeah, she’s real pretty when she actually takes it.”

Will shot daggers at him. He was about to snap at him, but stopped as you closed your mouth around his tip, sucking softly and swirling your tongue and licking the slit clean of precum. His hand gripped your hair tightly. Short, deep, breathy gasps billowed from his lungs. You lowered, once again taking him fully in your wet, warm mouth. You stayed put, choking on him a few times before you started bobbing and slurping loudly, knowing just how much he loved it.

“Fuck.” He strained through a tensed jaw and gritted teeth.

Deep panting sounded behind you.

“It’s a shame I ruined your thong,” Adam spoke, his voice airy and low, “I would have loved to cum in it and watch you squirm wearing it all night.”

Your pussy throbbed at the thought.

The whine you made rippled through Will, sending him over the edge. With one final thrust, he unloaded. Cum filled your mouth and coated the back of your throat. You greedily swallowed everything, sucking him through his orgasm and desperately trying to milk his cock dry. Will crumbled into a whiny mess of a man, choked cries of pleasure catching in his throat. You loved the sound of him struggling to keep his composure.

He all but yelled as you ran your tongue over the head of his spent cock, his body arching off of the couch.

“Baby, please,” Will pleaded. “No more.”

Satisfied he begged you to stop, you pulled off of him and marveled at your work. His chest heaved as he collected his breath. He practically melted into the couch, eyes shut, head back, and arms loosely draped beside him. Relaxation and contentment radiated off of him.

Standing up, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat on Will’s lap. His hands came to your thighs, lightly running them up and down. He opened his eyes, a dazed and fulfilled glimmer reflected back at you. A small smile spread across his face. You cupped his jaw and leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, tender kiss.

There was no urgency or desperation like the kiss with Adam. This was all deep rooted passion and slow burning fire. All consuming and otherworldly. Will poured his heart and soul into every kiss you shared. If you were allotted only a certain amount of breaths, Will would steal them all for himself and kiss you to death—and you would happily let him.

Will trailed his fingers to your neglected, dripping pussy. The delicate touch over your clit made you gasp and shiver. You buried your face in his chest as he spread your lips apart and slicked them up with your arousal. He slipped a digit inside, nearly cumming the second he moved.

“Oh honey,” Will pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re so wet and sensitive.”

He inserted another finger with ease and started slowly thrusting. You bit down on his shoulder—not caring about the mouthful of fabric you got—to stifle the shrill cry that threatened to rip you half.

“Fuck, listen to that.” Adam’s voice broke through the haze in your head. “Do you hear how wet you are?”

A hot red hue blazed across your cheeks. You could absolutely hear how wet you were. It embarrassed you almost.

You glanced over your shoulder in search of Adam. The thong was wrapped around the hand he was using to jerk himself. His pupils were blown wide and the sweet lopsided grin he shot your way sent your heart fluttering.

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his skull and his head dipped back.

“Shit.” He moaned. “Turn around so I can cum on that dirty little cunt.”

Will removed his fingers and helped you switch positions so your back was against his chest. Adam slotted himself between your and Will’s legs. He sped up his movements, pumping and squeezing his thick cock so fast and hard you worried he was hurting himself. Will brought his fingers back to your center and spread your folds open, holding them in place.

You writhed in his grasp but kept your gaze on Adam. His eyes were scrunched shut, chest heaving with every breath. The muscles in his voluptuous thighs flexed. He locked eyes with you, his jaw clenched tight, then came with a low groan, shooting his semen on your cunt. Sticky ribbons of white coated your clit and dripped all the way down to your hole.

Sufficiently drained, Adam wiped his tip clean with the thong then stuffed himself back in his pants. He pocketed the ruined garment with a crooked smirk.

“Memories.”

Will ran his fingers through the semen. He was transfixed on the substance, shamelessly playing in it and smearing it everywhere, making more of a mess than Adam did. He scooped a dollop on his finger and brought it to your lips. Adam’s nostrils flared as you happily accepted Will’s cum coated fingers sliding into your mouth. He collected the remainder of Adam’s cum with his other fingers, and fingerfucked it into you. His mouth hung slightly open as he watched his fingers pump in and out of you. Will removed his fingers from your mouth and instead used them to rub quick circles at your clit.

Your hands shot out in search of something to keep you grounded. One of them found its way to Will’s messily tangled curls and the other found Adam’s outreached, warm, bear paw sized hand. You squeezed his hand tightly. The ache from your death grip was the farthest thing from your mind.

Somewhere in the bar, a chorus of cheering and counting erupted.

10!

The high you were neglected forever came surging back.

Each second brought you closer. Your eyes rolled back—

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

—And all at once, fireworks went off outside and behind your lids. Intense ecstasy pumped in your blood, warming you from the inside out. You clung to Adam and Will for dear life as your orgasm tore through your body. Not a sound came from you, only strained, choked, desperate gulps of air.

Will slowed his movements as you came back down from the clouds, stopping all together when you relaxed against him. Your muscles and joints hurt from the sheer intensity of your climax.

The first thing to greet you into the new year—besides an orgasm— was Adam’s shining smile.

“Happy New Year, baby.” He softly pecked your lips.

Will pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Happy New Year.”

You sighed as Will pulled his fingers out of you, instantly missing them.

Before he could fully bring them to your lips, Adam snatched his wrist. You and Will watched with curious eyes. You both watched as Adam stuck Will’s fingers in his mouth, licking them clean of your arousal. You felt Will shift under you.

Adam looked pointedly at each of you. “This stays between us three.”

Without another word, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you off of Will. Adam put your dress back in place and hurried back to the group, pulling you behind him and leaving Will dick out and confused.

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