Motionless In White Oneshots

Mercy? Fuck That ~ChrisxRickyxFemale Reader~ (S)

A/N: continuation from last part

My knees trembled as the whip came down hard on my stomach, a harsh smack resonating across the room. My wrists burnt against the rope which held me in place, arms aching and muscles becoming numb.

Whip after whip, Chris would hit me harder, admiring the deep purple lacerations he inflicted. I still bore Ricky's name which he carved into me weeks ago, remaining more noticeable as he poured alcohol over the fresh wound for punishment.

It hurt, pain racing through my entire body like 1,000 bolts of electricity. My mouth watered against the ball gag, forcing me to choke on my own spit. We had this agreement during scenes like this, that if I couldn't speak or tap out, I'd kick their shin if I became too intense.

Ricky grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing my head back as our eyes met, his free hand tracing his nails down my back while Chris continued his attack, focusing mostly on my exposed hips. "You're so warm, baby. Can't wait to feel the inside of you." Ricky growled, licking all across my shoulder blade, moaning from the salty taste.

I couldn't help but whimpered, my eyes never leaving Chris as he finally dropped the whip, taking a step back to admire his work. It was obvious how dominant he was, especially with how his eyes would glass over with lust.

Taking a step forward, Chris reached round, blindly unstrapping my bra on his first attempt. He'd done this all before. My breasts bounced free as he forced the buckle off, chucking my bra to the floor. His hands grabbed at my tits, pushing them together, clearly loving how they looked. "So fucking perfect. Would be a shame to mess you up more than you already are. What'd you say, Rick? Think she deserves us?"

Ricky pulled away from my neck, staring Chris down as he moved towards the taller boy, pushing him against the bed. "Little bitch can wait, right now, I want you."

Chris smirked as he pulled Ricky's clothes off, leaving him completely bare before removing his own, chucking them to a pile on the floor. Taking it upon himself, Ricky climbed on the goths lap, slowly rocking against him.

Chris couldn't help as his bisexuality raged, pulling their lips together for a heated kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, though it was no surprise when Chris pinned the twinks tongue below his. Ricky let out a frustrated sigh, both hands gripping the other's hair, pulling hard.

Letting out the sexiest moan, Chris pulled back before spitting in the palm of his hand, reaching down to lube himself up.

Whilst waiting, Ricky kissed over his neck, earning sweet little whimpers as the other's 'friend' stood tall. "Fuck, Rick. Ride me, baby."

Doing as he was told, Ricky gently lowered himself, gasping as he stretched around the goths tip. "It's okay, baby. Take your time."

Again, Ricky did as instructed, taking another inch each minute until the hips met, both of their mouth hanging agape.

The scene was so hot that I couldn't help but moan with them, desperate for any type of attention. My body yearned for theirs, jealousy boiling in the deepest pit of my being.

"What's wrong, whore?" Chris commented, his attention on me as he slowly bounced Ricky on his cock, little moans of ecstasy escaping the twinks lips. "Jealous Rick's got all the attention and not you?"

I just nodded, unable to speak as spit fell from the corners of my mouth. I needed them so badly. I'd do anything for attention.

"Too bad," Chris snickered, speeding the boy's movements slightly. "His holes all mine, maybe if you behaved you'd be in a different position."