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Bad Choices

Whitney

Novacane: Frank Ocean

T heir scent is the first thing that envelops me in comfort, instantly reminding me of their presence. The warmth of their embrace wraps around me like a soft blanket, almost lulling me into a euphoric state. Lying on my bed, unclothed and blindfolded, with Havoc on one side and Crow on the other, their hands roam my body in intricate patterns, igniting every nerve ending in a delicious blaze.

They tease me with gentle touches, their lips flirting across my skin, sending waves of warmth cascading over me one after another. By the time their lips reach my neck, I find myself panting, a pool of desire forming between my legs, and they haven't even touched me yet. I know what’s coming, and I can’t deny that I've fantasized about this very moment many times, but I've never told anyone about my feelings for them.

It’s Havoc who first positions himself above me, his beautifully sculpted body hovering over mine as he lowers his mouth to my mouth. I open willingly, welcoming the urgency of his tongue as it slips between my lips to find mine. When our tongues finally meet, it feels like fucking fireworks dancing in my mouth. It's explosive, wild, and fucking intoxicating, and all I want is more. But how can I tell him that without sounding like I'm begging for it? Unless that's what they want, for me to beg.

With my hands free, I reach up to caress his face, my fingers sliding to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. Instinctively, I part my legs, inviting him to settle comfortably between them. The moment I feel his cock brush against me, I gasp, a pulse of electricity igniting my clit in sync with my racing heartbeat.

Our kiss deepens, and Crow begins to play with my hair—a calming gesture that I’m sure he doesn’t realize is one of my favorite ways to relax. Between the soothing strands of my hair twirling in his fingers and Havoc's skilled tongue exploring my mouth with each deliberate stroke, an overwhelming wave of desire floods my core, leaving me more achingly needy than ever before.

"Fuck, you taste so damn good," Havoc moans against my lips before diving back into my mouth, deepening the kiss so his tongue tickles the back of my throat.

He reaches between our needy, sweaty bodies and fists his cock, gently pushing the head against my drenched opening, waiting for permission before diving inside me.

"Tell us how bad you want it, Little Mischief," Crow commands soothingly in my ear as he nips at my lobe and then traces the shell with the tip of his tongue, making me shiver from the sensation. "Tell us how badly you want Havoc to fuck you. How badly you want me to fuck you."

Without hesitation, I blurt out, "Please, fuck me. I've been waiting for this for so fucking long," I pant, feeling protected and hidden behind the blindfold they forced me to wear.

"Good girl," Crow praises me, bringing a rush of heat to my cheeks. "Now kiss me, Little Mischief; I want to taste the sweet seduction that coats your tongue."

As I lean up, eager to fulfill Crow's request, I feel the heat radiating from his body, inviting and intoxicating as he possessively grips my chin, turning my head to the side to face him. Our lips meet, and it's as if a dam has burst; the taste of me on his tongue fuels my need. I can’t help but moan softly into his mouth, lost in the rhythm of our kiss as Havoc attacks my neck with rough bites and slow licks, leaving his mark noticeably behind. The world beyond the confines of our little sanctuary melts away, and all that matters is the swell of passion rising within us.

Just as I begin to lose myself in Crow's kiss, I feel Havoc’s fingers slide between my legs, teasingly grazing my pussy lips, coating them with my arousal. From the slurping sounds, I can tell he's sucking the taste of my pussy off his fingers, and it fucking turns me on. My body responds instinctively, arching toward him as my breath hitches in my throat. I break the kiss with Crow just long enough to let out a whimper, desperate for more contact.

"More, please," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency and longing.

Havoc lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, as if my desperation only fuels his own desire. "Is this what you want?"

He grins against my cheek, positioning the tip of his cock against my opening, teasing me mercilessly. He gives me just the slightest push, making the sensation so intense that I can barely think as pressure pulses not only between my thighs but behind my eyes as well, putting me in a state of tranquility as he slowly pushes his cock the rest of the way inside me.

"Yes! Yes, fuck..." I breathlessly affirm, the words tumbling out before I can stop myself. The combination of anticipation and need makes my plea feel raw and real, and before I realize it, I'm begging just like they fucking wanted.

“Good answer,” Havoc murmurs, and in one swift motion, he plunges deeper into me. "You're such a good fucking girl."

The sensation is overwhelming, burning, and electric, like I’m being filled with heat from the deepest core of the earth. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as his massive, pierced cock stretches me perfectly.

Crow shifts closer, the bed dipping, watching our connection with what feels like a predatory gaze, and I can feel his fingers intertwine with my hair, gripping gently as if to pull me further into this heated moment. The dual sensations of having two strong, powerful men preening over me send shivers coursing through my spine.

“Relax into it,” Crow whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending bolts of excitement spiraling through me. I nod, quickly adjusting to the delicious weight of Havoc’s body above me.

I sink into the feeling as Havoc sinks into me, focusing on the rhythm as he begins to thrust, building a pace that sends waves of pleasure racing through me. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, colliding perfectly with the expertise of Crow’s hands as they roam my body, consuming every inch of me as if I were this fragile piece of art on display.

“Yeah, that’s it, let go," Crow encourages, kissing down my neck to my collarbone. "You look so fucking good like this, completely lost in us."

“Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer,” I admit, the pressure mounting within me with every stroke. "Please, I want to come."

"Not yet," Havoc responds possessively, his grip tightening as he makes each thrust deeper, more desperate, as if he wants to claim every part of me. “Not until Crow feels how tight and wet this cunt is. Not until we fucking say so.”

A playful pout forms on my lips, but I find it almost impossible to maintain composure with Crow’s skilled mouth worshiping my skin while Havoc’s relentless pace sets every nerve ending ablaze. Each sound, each movement only serves to build the urgency within me—a tidal wave I can already feel cresting.

“Then fuck me, Crow,” I urge, my voice tipping into a gasping plea, desperate and hungry. “Make us all come together.”

Both men hesitate for just a moment, most likely exchanging a look as if feeling the exhilaration bubble between them before devotion takes over.

"Together, then," Havoc growls, drawing back slightly, only to plunge deep once more, tightening all the muscles in my body.

Quickly, as my pussy starts constricting around his cock, he pulls out of me and rolls off my body, letting Crow take his spot. The difference between them is clear and a nice change from what I was just given. Unlike Havoc, Crow's cock is thick and slightly shorter, while Havoc's is long and not as thick, but both make me feel things I've never felt before. Both of them stretch my pussy out in ways I've only dreamed of.

Crow positions himself at my entrance, his breath mingling with mine as I’m left in a haze of anticipation. With a teasing growl, he pushes forward, filling me up in a singular, blissful motion. The feeling is immediate and intoxicating, like the world’s sweetest drug coursing through my veins. My eyes roll back beneath the blindfold, drowning in pleasure as he sinks into me, settling deep and filling me in ways that leave me gasping for air.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Crow whispers, his tone reverent as he pushes deeper still, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

I can feel the weight of Havoc’s gaze on me, watching with an intensity that only heightens my desire. “Does that feel good?” he calls out, his voice low and gravelly.

“Yes, fuck! So good,” I respond fervently, my body arching to take him even deeper; the rhythm is almost dizzying now.

Crow picks up the pace, plunging in and out of me in a deliciously decadent rhythm, while Havoc, now kneeling beside me, leans in to pepper kisses across my exposed skin.

“Look at you, taking both of us so well,” he murmurs as he wraps a hand around my throat, his grip firm yet gentle, maintaining that addictive tension.

I can feel Crow picking up the pace as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. My body responds instinctively to every thrust, arching up into them both, needy and desperate for every ounce of pleasure they are willing to give me.

“Tell me what you want,” Crow commands, the fire in his voice sending an exhilarating shockwave through me.

“More… I want more. I need to feel you both—please don’t stop,” I cry out, the urgency in my voice cracking as I feel that tight coil of ecstasy winding between my legs.

Havoc chuckles, his tone dark and playful. “Oh, we’re just getting started, Little Mischief.”

With that, he slides down my body, kissing a path from my neck to my chest and finally to my aching breasts. His mouth closes around my nipple, his warm tongue swirling against my sensitive skin, while Crow continues to dive deeper into me, drilling at that perfect angle that makes the tip of his cock brutally collide with the sensitive spot inside me, the one that always makes my legs quiver before I soak the culprit.

I’m aching with pleasure, already on the brink, as their warm bodies crush against mine. Crow’s thrusts are unyielding, pounding deep into my pussy as Havoc switches back and forth between sucking and licking, teasing my breasts mercilessly.

“Can you take it all?” Crow breathes, his voice laced with a mixture of challenge and desire.

I feel like I’m floating, my mind moments away from shattering into sheer bliss. “Yes, I can take it. Fuck, I want it all,” I gasp, feeling myself tighten around Crow's cock, clenching the way my body craves them.

Both of them seem to sense the frenzy building inside me, intensifying their movements. Havoc's mouth never falters in its mission, while Crow picks up speed, turning that rhythm into a driving force that threatens to consume me whole.

“Come for us,” Havoc urges, his breath hot against my skin and his voice simmering with lust. “Let go and feel everything we’re fucking giving you.”

With his encouragement ringing in my ears, I feel that familiar wave of pleasure cresting, ready to topple over. I gasp as he sucks harder, and the sensory overload sends me spiraling towards that exhilarating edge with a ferocity I can barely fucking comprehend.

“I’m so close... Please, don’t stop,” I plead, lost in a symphony of sensations—the fullness of Crow, the delightful torture of Havoc, and the rising tension deep within me.

“Three… two… one…” Crow counts down, his voice colliding with my own ragged breaths.

And then it happens—a stunning wave of pleasure crashes over me, pulling me under, consuming me whole. I arch my back, muscles clenching around Crow as I cry out, gasping for breath as euphoria engulfs me.

“Good fucking girl,” Crow praises, anchoring me as I ride out the waves of my climax.

Havoc throws himself back into his work, licking and kissing me all over, prolonging my pleasure and wrapping me in a cloud of euphoric sensations.

As I float back down from the climax, too spent to relay coherent thoughts, I know this moment will change everything among us three, igniting a bond that feels electric and irrevocable. I can’t help but smile, even behind the blindfold, anticipating whatever thrilling encounter is yet to come.

Once the blindfold is removed and I’m dressed again, I slide beneath my blanket, letting my weary head sink into my pillow. Expecting Havoc and Crow to leave, I’m surprised when they settle onto the window seat beside my balcony doors, their masks radiating a soft glow as they silently watch over me, like guardian angels vigilant against unseen threats.

Their presence stirs uncomfortable memories of Dustin, pulling shadows from the past into the forefront of my mind. I’m reminded of how fiercely protective my foster brothers, Raze and Hawk, used to be—two people who haven’t been part of my life for nearly a decade. The thought of them tugs at my heart, a bittersweet tightening in my chest.

After I got involved with Dustin, I lost contact with them—I couldn’t see them—I wasn't allowed any contact—and God, I tried so fucking hard. But somehow, he always found out. It wasn’t until later that I discovered he had secretly implanted a GPS tracker in my thigh during one of the nights he had drugged me. He regularly slipped me drugs to make sure I complied with his demands, allowing him to maintain complete control over me for far too long. The night he beat me so badly that I lost the baby was also when I learned about the torment of that implant. I’d never felt more violated or betrayed. Breaking free from him was necessary, but the scars he left behind linger. A deep sense of fear has taken root in me, one that I doubt I will ever fully shake off.

I direct my attention to the two masked figures at the foot of my bed, who continue to observe me with an unwavering silence; the only sound is the wind sweeping around my small room. I can’t help but wonder how Raze and Hawk have changed over the years. I find myself questioning where they might be now, if they ever made it to Boston as they once dreamed, and if, perhaps, they are somehow here, and we're all unaware of each other's presence.

Grabbing my phone, I prop myself up against the cushioned headboard, pulling my knees to my chest, determined to search for any trace of them. In the past, any time I tried to look them up, my attempts to find them were unsuccessful.

"What are you doing?" Havoc's voice interrupts the silence as Crow flicks his lighter and sparks life into a freshly rolled blunt.

“I can't sleep, so I thought I’d try to find some people from my past,” I reply, not looking up from the screen.

“Put your fucking phone down, Whitney,” Havoc commands, striding toward my bedside with the blunt in hand.

Confusion washes over me as he snatches the phone from my grasp and presses the blunt into my hands instead, encouraging me to smoke.

“Just take a fucking hit if you can’t sleep. You’ll be out like a light in no time.” He locks eyes with me, and I can’t help but shiver as I place the blunt between my lips.

As I inhale, the smoke envelops my lungs, soothing every tense muscle and instantly relaxing my shoulders. Before I can exhale, Havoc covers my eyes with his hand. I hear the rustle of his mask being removed, and, without warning, his lips meet mine, drawing the smoke from my lungs as our tongues intertwine in a sudden, chaotic dance.

My heart races in shock, a mix of surprise and an instinctive flutter of desire that I find difficult to control. He pulls away, his breath warm against my skin, and I blink up at him as he quickly puts his mask back on, still struggling to fully process what just happened. The intimate moment lingers in the air, thick like the smoke now swirling around us.

"Relax," he whispers, his voice low and steady, with a hint of encouragement laced through it.

He glances quickly at Crow, who leans back against the wall, one arm casually thrown over his head, watching the two of us with an amused expression.

"Don't look so fucking surprised," Havoc continues, a smirk making his eyes squint. "You're not fucking fragile, Whitney. You need to live a little."

I can feel warmth creeping into my cheeks, both from the dense haze of smoke and the chemistry ignited by his kiss. I’m still hesitant; this isn’t the best course of action amidst my whirlwind of memories and emotions, but my whole life I've been known to make bad decisions.

"I'm…not sure," I manage to say, even as I take another tentative drag from the blunt, inhaling more of the calming haze. “I’m not ready for—”

“Ready for what? For someone to care? To actually fucking want you?” Havoc interrupts, uncompromising. "You can't let the past keep you in chains forever."

His words strike a chord deep within me, awakening a mixture of longing and fear. All these years, I’ve kept my distance from feelings and connections, convinced that the best way to safeguard myself was through isolation. But here I am, face-to-face—in a way—with two amazing men offering me an invitation back into the world—the essence of life that I had closed myself off from for too long.

With a hesitant nod, I take another hit, letting the smoke wash over me, grateful for the effect it’s having on my nerves. As I exhale, I notice Crow standing a bit closer, curiosity flickering in his sharp eyes.

"You should know," Crow says, his voice more soothing than Havoc's, "we're not here to be another one of your scars. We want to be part of your next chapter, something fresh."

The idea of embracing this "next chapter" feels dangerous, but in a way it excites me. “You don’t know anything about me,” I murmur, hugging my knees tighter. Yet, the determination in my voice begins to waver.

"Then let us," Havoc replies, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his tattooed fingers lingering there, igniting a spark that runs down my spine. “Let us in. It’s been a long fucking time since you've allowed yourself to feel.”

His touch awakens something dormant inside me, and I can’t help but wonder about the possibilities. What if I did let them in? What if I stopped hiding behind my past and allowed myself the chance to be happy, to allow myself to love and be loved again?

Just then, the faint sound of a car rumbling by outside breaks the moment. The world keeps spinning, unconcerned about my inner turmoil. Havoc and Crow exchange glances, an unspoken understanding passing between them, and I suddenly feel enveloped by something new and scary at the same time.

Deciding that I deserve more than just existing in the shadows, I hit the blunt again, a curl of smoke drifting towards the ceiling, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.

Havoc grins, that fierce fire in his eyes igniting again, and an equal sense of hope bubbles within me that possibly together we can begin to craft something new from the ashes of my past.