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Helping neighbors: Valentine’s Day
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 16:30:01 +0000 UTCA/N: This is a timeless short and could or could not be inside the main story. Doesn’t add any plot, but it was very fun to write. Enjoy!
Orc (Aimar) x Minotaur (Haritz) x fem!reader || tooth-rooting fluff (kinda), oral sex, body worship (kinda), sharing is caring, pegging
Aimar and you were frantically organizing stuff over the table, lighting the candles and checking the oven so dinner wouldn’t burn. You two had been more than busy lately, and you decided the best Valentine’s gift possible was to take care of the one you two loved the most.
Just like if your thoughts summoned him, Haritz opened the door and walked in, two big boxes of chocolates resting on his stretched arms. He stopped mid step when he saw both of you standing there: Aimar wearing nothing more but an apron and you wearing a skimpy mesh dress that left nothing to the imagination.
Haritz opened and closed his mouth a couple times, his eyes burning over your body as he checked you out. “What is this? What did you two do? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t celebrate because of work and…” He rambled, like he did every time he got nervous.
“We prepared a nice Valentine’s for our favorite minotaur,” you cut him, your heart beating a bit too fast. You were sure they could hear it, but you already got used to living with monsters with super senses, nothing was private anymore and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Why- Why would you do this for me?” He asked next, making you two frown at him.
Aimar talked first, his tone rough and almost mad: “Because you are the best boyfriend possible and we’ve been so busy lately… And you’ve been so good to us, making dinner, taking care of us, doing extra chores so we could get some rest…”
“So now you sit down and we take care of you,” you finished for him, grabbing the big minotaur’s hand and leading him to the table.
You prepared his favorite food, not as good as he would because neither of you were such good cooks, but good enough that it was yummy. You ate and shared stories about your week, marveling about the calmness and pace that came along being partners with these two monsters, your heart feeling so full it felt about to burst.
The dinner was fast, all three of you too pent up with sexual frustration after a couple of days without any action at all. You really hated capitalism when it took you away from amazing time with your partners (and amazing sex, too). As soon as Haritz had finished chewing the last bite of his salad, you stood up and grabbed his hand, muttering about “dessert for later” as he giggled.
You walked to your shared room, groaning when his free hand caressed your side and squeezed your ass over the thin fabric of your dress. You pushed Haritz’s middle softly until he was sitting down on the mattress, his legs parted and his erection clear in his pants. He was resting back on his hands, but his eyes never left you two. Aimar knelt between his legs, and then he pulled you with him, both of you looking up at your precious minotaur.
“You go up and I go down,” Aimar instructed, launching himself almost instantly as you chuckled and Haritz moaned over you, his head thrown back as his legs trembled.
You got to work, lowering your mouth around his tip at the same time Aimar sucked his balls, his big minotaur hips bulking every time the pleasure got too intense… which was all the time because he wouldn’t stop moving. Aimar grunted, his big hands pushing down on his hips so he wouldn’t choke you, and you giggled around the tip in your mouth.
“Sunshine, if you keep that up I’m going to spill in two seconds,” Haritz lamented, his whole body tense with the intention of not coming.
You pulled back, your lips against the slit dripping precome when you told him: “Come then, I’m going to fuck your tight asshole either way.” Both of them stared at you speechless. “What?” You asked.
“Are you going to peg him?” Aimar asked at the same time Haritz said: “You are going to fuck me?”
“I thought it would be okay but if you don’t want to…” You said, suddenly nervous.
“Get the harness,” both of them said in unison, making you laugh and let out a relieved sigh.
You walked to the box where you stored all the toys. You bought the harness in your last sex-toy shopping spree, but you hadn’t used it yet, and you were dying to do so. Haritz fell backwards, pushing his legs up and holding them there, exposing himself completely to you two. It was the prettiest sight you’d ever encountered. You stretched him together, the movement of your orc’s fingers against your own inside your minotaur’s hole was enough to make you whine, your pussy tingly and desperate.
You slipped the harness on, and Aimar positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock right in your dripping pussy. “Go slow,” he instructed, holding your hips and helping you move against Haritz’s. As soon as you bottomed out, Haritz was grunting and moaning, pleading you to let him come, stroking his cock frantically as Aimar chuckled behind you, looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder. “Fuck him hard, darling,” he whispered against your ear and you shivered, moving your hips to do exactly that.
And then your orc’s boyfriend cock hit home inside your pussy in one hard thrust and all carefulness and calm were thrown off the window. He started a punishing pace, holding onto your hips and moving you so you were fucking Haritz and fucking yourself on his cock at the same time. It was frantic and desperate, it was hot as boiling and your whole body was feeling the burn of pleasure.
The symphony of flesh against flesh was so good your brain was short-circuiting and when Aimar hit the right spot inside of you, your hips bucked so hard Haritz was pushed over the edge, too. His dick twitched as he came between you two, making a mess and driving you a bit further into your orgasm. It made you feel so powerful to have driven him so wild with just a dildo and your movements (even if Aimar did most of the work).
You fell forward right over his come, letting out a wet sound that made you giggle. Aimar pulled out of you and rolled you so you were sprawled right next to your minotaur, both of you looking at the fine specimen of orc in front of you. “Now I fuck you both again until you are full of come and unable to walk tomorrow,” Aimar teased as he looked down at you, spent and tired, and stroked his still hard cock.
And he delivered.
