The song for this fic is Bjork - Army of Me ft Skunk Anansie (sucker punch version)
MALIA'S POV:
The flashing blue lights of the nightclub danced off the many bodies covered in black leather, including my body covered in black leather head to toe. It was my twenty-first birthday so I was getting fucked up with a bang.
My fashion sense usually consisted of jean shorts and a flannel shirt with boots. Not tonight. Tonight my body adorned a plunging v crop top that showed my abs, black jean shorts, and a pair of laced up high heeled leather boots that I stomped on the floor to the beat of the club rock that was playing in this obviously 90's Grunge themed club. My newly short and dyed black hair thrashed around me in my liquor-induced haze. Even my fresh industrial piercing in my left ear throbbing but I didn't care.
I felt alive. I felt like moving to this city was the best thing I could've done. Well, could've done once I officially moved in tomorrow.
The sweat that formed on my skin said so. The unknown bodies of the free-spirited around me said so. The hand that slid down my ass said so.
I turned to the guy to find it was a girl. A hot girl with the looks of a fox. Dark haired, milky skinned, and dimples.
She smirked then pulled me to her to sway our hips together. She was hot enough that I was fine with it. Hell, she had me wondering what pussy tasted like. And what those cherry red lips tasted like.
My hands wrapped around her waist as I practically dry humped her.
She played with my hair while she writhed against me.
Our panting couldn't be heard over the music.
Her red lips hovered against my neck.
I silently begged for her to apply pressure.
Then she said, "I've got someone I want you to meet." Her calloused yet soft hand grabbed mine and towed me through the crowd.
I followed because my best friend was nowhere to be found and I was attracted to this mystery woman. I mouthed apologies to the people went bumped into but they didn't seem to care.
"Who are you?" I yelled over the music.
She probably hadn't heard me but lead us to the bar. "Hey, Isaac."
The guy behind the bar looked up from ringing in an order, he gave her what could only be classified as bedroom eyes. His curly locks were cropped close to his head, he had a lip ring. "What are you having?" His eyes slid to me. "Oh, I hope it's her."
My face flushed with his come on. I looked to the girl. "What's your name?"
She nibbled on her red nail, looking like a vixen in her red velvet dress, leather jacket, and cut off biker gloves. Her straightened hair that was parted down the middle held some body due to sweating.
"Allison," She offered a handout.
When I reached out to take hers, she grabbed mine and pulled me in for an opened mouth, tongue infused kiss that put me on high alert.
My thong was definitely wet at this point.
Her hands slid through my hair.
I was trying to remember it so I could rub one out when I got home because eventually this little high would end and I'd go back to my plaid and shorts like the regular Mary Jane I was.
However, it was my hand that slid up her thigh and soon enough grabbed her to stand to so we were pressed to each other.
She tore away with a satisfied laugh and lips that held less red seduction.
"Maddie," I lied because I wasn't sure if I wanted them to know my real name.
Isaac slid us both shots.
We toasted then tipped them back.
I leaned in to talk into her ear, "Who am I meeting?"
Her coffee colored gaze left mine to drift up the upper level of the club where the VIP section was.
My eyes traveled up the black metal spiral staircase to the man standing at the balcony with his eyes directly on me.
The air left me. Not because he was outrageously sexy even from this distance or because I could feel his power pump through the airwaves. It left me because I thought I knew him. Or at least, I wanted to.
"Who is he?" I pulled my eyes away to look at Allison.
She ran her hand through her hair to flip it to the side, making her look even sexier. "Do you want me to tell you or do you want to go find out for yourself?"
Nerves sprouted. I had a bad case of 'He's too pretty, I need a buffer'.
"Introduce me." I looked back up at him to find him still watching me.
"You're going to need this one too." Isaac poured me another shot. "Good luck."
Allison saw my look of worry and she dismissed it with, "He means his cock is big."
I looked at her in question. "Is he your boyfriend or something?" I took the shot.
They both laughed.
"We're just friends. Good friends." She once again grabbed my hand.
The ascension up the stairs had my nerves wracked but it was a good kind of nervous. One that made my pussy throb at the sight of him.
He talked to a worker with a tray of drinks, handed them a fifty, then took the tray to place on the table in front of the couches.
Everyone around it held up a glass.
"To the full moon, to the young blood, to the night." He said as if it were a mantra.
The others repeated in laughter and hollers of excitement.
Allison's heels clicked against the floor in a confident way mine didn't her two fingers held onto mine. "Hey,"
He turned our way.
Once again the breath was knocked out of me.
He wore a black button-down with jeans that hugged him just right with dress casual shoes. He was Hispanic, his dark hair almost black was slicked back artfully. From the pull of his shirt I could tell he had muscles underneath.
Allison stepped to the side to inspect us.
"What is your name?" He walked toward me, his dark eyes screamed sex. At least, that sex with me was what he wanted.
I remembered who I was and what I wanted out of my life for tonight. So I brazened up and answered, "Maddie." I held a hand out.
He reached forward, turned my hand over, and brought the back to his mouth for a chaste kiss. "Lovely to meet you, Maddie." My name sounded explicit on his lips. "I'm Scott."
My eyes fell to those lips in need.
"I saw you dancing out there." He gave me my hand back. "I haven't seen such freedom in a long time. I was envious."
"Me?" My eyebrow quirked up. "Free?" I gave a ridiculous laugh but it turned awkward.
He stared at me. "You certainly move your body like you are."
I turned red. "Aren't you a peeping Tom," I said because it seemed like he was aiming to get me worked up. Well, it worked.
"It's a club. I like to admire what comes in." He offered a dimpled grin.
My arms crossed. "Is that why you stand up here like you're King of the hill?"
He laughed at that. "Something like that." He glanced at Allison.
She gave him a look of approval, then towed me to the couch in the middle. She took the joint that was being passed around. "Want some?" She held it in front of me.
My head shook as I inspected the partygoers around us. I felt on edge but anything new made you feel that way.
Scott sat down next to me. His presence made me rigid.
He chuckled. "You should relax, I'm not going to bite."
Allison took a drag, then handed it to him.
"Is there an 'Unless you want me to' attached to the end of that?" I assumed.
He blew out the excess smoke. "Do you want there to be?" He took another drag and this time blew the smoke in my face.
I coughed a bit but it was stopped by the hand on my leg. Scott's hand.
My nipples hardened immediately.
His eyes drifted to them, he smirked when he looked back up at me.
Allison's hand snaked up my stomach and to my breast so she could squeeze it.
I let out a moan as I turned to her.
She moved closer until her lips were just over mine. Her tongue flicked across my lips.
I couldn't take it any longer so my lips smashed into hers. My hand grabbed her face for leverage.
Scott's hand sliding up my thigh caused a delicious torture. He stopped at my leather covered pussy, his fingers drummed along it.
I moaned into Allison's mouth. My hand grabbed his.
He stopped.
My hand made his cup me.
He groaned.
Allison pulled away to work her red lips down my neck.
I turned to Scott.
He stared at me head on while he grabbed onto the fabric and yanked it away so that my shorts were now a skirt. He slid his hand back up my thigh tantalizingly slow.
My lip caught between my teeth.
He leaned in close.
Allison was delivering nasty sensations on one side of my neck while his breath tickled the other side.
"Can I touch you?" He said into my ear.
"You didn't rip my skirt for nothing."
He grinned at that, then kept his eyes on mine when his fingers dipped into me.
My mouth fell open at the feel of the foreign fingers of a strange but hot as fuck man.
He rubbed my clit.
I had forgotten about the people around us, they now looked on in fascination. Somehow I couldn't muster the words to tell them to stop. Because it was my birthday and I wanted to feel alive for once. Tomorrow I could go back to my boring life as a Grad student.
Allison's hand slid down to my breast inside of my crop top and pulled it out.
I moaned at the feel of the air on it.
Scott leaned forward to lick it.
My head went back.
Allison moved her lips back to mine. She bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood but it didn't turn me off.
Scott's thumb continued to work my clit but his fingers dove into my wet pussy.
"Fuck," I cursed.
He sucked on my nipple, then pulled away.
"You think his fingers are big," Allison smugly said into my ear.
I squeezed around him.
Her and Isaac did agree on the fact that his cock was huge. I could picture it in my mind, girthy and long, curved toward the head. My mouth watered.
I wanted to tell them I usually didn't do this but I couldn't focus on any judgment, only the pleasure they gave me.
Allison raised her head to look at Scott.
They met in the middle for a kiss that was probably made hotter with his fingers pumping in and out of me. I watched them, hungered for them to keep going as I neared the cliff of an orgasm.
A guy watching us had started rubbing his cock. A girl dropped to her knees to pleasure him.
Another guy had started fucking a girl against a wall. She moaned in delight.
Good God, why was this so hot?
Scott and Allison broke apart, they stared at me with lust in their eyes, then both worked their lips along my neck and shoulders. Scott continued to work me with his thick fingers but Allison took over rubbing my clit.
"Oh my God," I cried out.
I locked eyes with the worker that returned with drink refills. She looked on in a mixture of horror and fascination before she set the drinks down and ran back down the stairs.
A laugh left me, one that was carefree and laced with a high I'd never felt.
I watched as a handsome guy with moles across his face jerked his cock off viciously. Some part of me was tempted to open my mouth to him but I was in uncharted territory and I was only living second by second.
Allison sped up on my clit. "The second we saw you we knew we wanted to make you cum."
My eyes rolled back in my head.
Scott nibbled on my ear.
Allison bit into my nipple.
"Fuck me!" I couldn't help the scream. My walls clenched around Scott's fingers.
He knew to keep entering me roughly because I was moments away from cumming.
"Yes, keep going." I begged as I worked my hips. "Scott," I moaned desperately.
He sat up to look at me, his hard eyes locked on mine. They held desire, a desire I had never seen before.
My hand landed on his jean covered erection and squeezed.
He bit his lip, then leaned forward so that his mouth was pressed to mine.
As odd as it was, it seemed like time stopped for several seconds while we breathed each other's air. My heart skipped an uncomfortable beat.
His tongue flicked against mine lightly, enough to have me intrigued.
"Scott," I said, not even sure why I said it.
He looked at me like he recognized me from somewhere.
We stared at each other.
"Make her cum on your fingers, Scott," Allison demanded.
He finger fucked me faster, his eyes set on mine in curiosity.
Allison smacked my clit.
"Shit," I grinned at her.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
"Look at me," Scott said.
I was to wrapped up in Allison's beauty. We smiled at each other.
"Malia," The conviction in his voice snapped my attention toward him.
He knew my name. My real name.
My walls squeezed around him tight, wanting to take him all.
He worked me harder, satisfied with himself. "You can cum now."
Between his rough strokes and Allison's attention on my clit, I was inclined to tip over the edge. So when he added another finger so late in the game I lost control.
"Scott!" My eyes squeezed shut. Only I saw this other version of him. Younger. Softer.
My eyes snapped open to stare at him.
He leaned forward to press his mouth to mine.
I placed my hand against his cheek as I kissed him back.
"Wait?" Allison removed her hand from me. "Malia? Is your name Malia Tate?"
I pulled away from the kiss to look at her in bewilderment.
Who were these people and why did they know me?
My head nodded on its own.
"You're moving into an apartment with Kira Yukimura, right?"
I was a little on edge.
"Yeah, how do you know that?" I sat up straight.
She glanced at Scott then back at me. "You're our new neighbor." She grinned with a kinky tint.
My eyes widened.
Scott's fingers slid out of me. He brought one to his lips, then sucked on it.
I refrained from drooling.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Malia." He greeted with a smile.
I shot off the couch in embarrassment. What was supposed to be my wild birthday night fling had turned into my less than stellar introduction to my new neighbors.
Scott jumped up after me. His slick hand from my juices grabbed mine. "I'm glad we'll be seeing more of each other, Tate."
My eyes rolled, I pushed him away. "Bite me." I started for the stairs.
"I thought we agreed not until you ask." He called.
I high tailed it out of that club, nervous that my recently finger fucked pussy was on display but no one commented on it. Not even my Uber home.
After a shower to wash the shame away I settled into my bed with the knowledge that my old life would be left behind here. Regardless if I looked different now, I felt different. I wanted to feel more of those two on me and in me. Which I was aware would only get messy.
Damn, I should've just stayed home. None of that would've happened.
I tossed and turned all night until I accepted the fact that my body had awoken of sorts. Not that I was inexperienced before but nothing had ever happened to me like that, not the way the did it to me. I had to admit that I wanted more.
My teeth sunk into my lip as my hand snaked down to my clit, my mind filled with the fuckable duo and what they could do to me.
Yes, I was moving to start a new chapter of my life but now it didn't seem so new considering I was acquainted with the new fixtures. Could I get through the next year of my lease without getting tangled up in what was sure to be Scott and Allison's web? Not likely.
A/N: What do yall think of this? I'm not sure where this is going to go exactly but I think it could go somewhere. These three aren't my OT3 romantically but I do ship them sexually. I'm really not in love with this so please leave your thoughts :)