R-18: DOUBLE EXPOSURE

Ayumi was never just a reader.

Sure, that’s how it started—late nights spent devouring smuts like secrets meant only for her. She had a taste for twisted dynamics, beautiful filth, and writing that left bruises.

That’s how she found Laxon.

He wasn’t just a writer, he was a spellcaster. His stories felt like hands, undressing and claiming her between the lines. She commented. He replied. One thing led to another: private Docs, voice calls, shared moans. She became his muse.

Until she wasn’t.

Life got in the way. No drama, just distance. Still, something between them never fully faded.

Then came Hades.

New name, rising fast. Unlike Laxon’s silk, Hades carved his words in stone—brutal, raw, honest. She messaged him the night she found his thread:

“Do you always write like you're trying to ruin someone?”

“Only if they’re brave enough,” he shot back.

Hades didn’t flirt, he challenged. Their chats were sharp, teasing, darkly intimate. He didn’t pull her in, he dared her. And Ayumi stepped closer.

Now, they were something, too.

In the chaos of "Smut Church"—their wild group chat, Ayumi stood out. Not loud, not flashy. Just precise. Clever. Unbothered. Everyone noticed when she replied to Laxon or Hades. Especially them.

Laxon dropped polished lines like kisses.

Ayumi: “You still know how to ruin a girl gently, huh?”

Hades followed with raw paragraphs typed straight into chat. Ayumi: “That the best you can do without an edit button?”

Reactions, whispers, bets.

Ayumi never picked sides. She didn’t have to. They both wrote for her now. Their tones shifted when she was around. Their stories became personal.

And when things got tense, like when Laxon wrote:

“She tasted like memories and made me forget my name.”

And Hades clapped back with: “Funny how some confuse nostalgia with heat,”

Ayumi just sipped her coffee and typed:

“Mmm. Pages burning already?”

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Until one night, she did what no sane woman probably would. She invited them both to meet her, same weekend, same motel, without telling either one that the other was coming.

She picked the motel on purpose.

Nothing classy. Nothing fancy. Just a room with a single bed, a humming old air conditioner, and walls thin enough to hear sins through.

The kind of place where people didn’t come for rest. They came to get wrecked and she planned to be.

Laxon arrived first.

Of course he did. He always had this habit of showing up early, like his body couldn’t wait even if his words pretended patience. He wasn’t nervous, not exactly. But he was dressed like he’d tried too hard not to look like he tried—black shirt, sleeves rolled up, the faintest trace of cologne that smelled like warm nights and withheld apologies.

He knocked once, paused, then let himself in. Ayumi was on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, sipping something iced from a plastic cup like this was just another afternoon. She didn’t look surprised. Didn’t jump up to greet him. Just tilted her head slightly and said, “You’re early.”

Laxon smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You expected me to be late?”

“I expected you to be predictable,” she said, voice soft, almost affectionate, except it wasn’t. It was something else. Something older. “And you are.”

He laughed under his breath, then came closer, standing over her. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Ayumi looked up, lips twitching around the rim of her drink. “Depends on who else shows up tonight.”

That made him pause.

His gaze sharpened, flicked toward the door, then back to her. “Ayumi.”

She smiled like a knife. “Yes, baby?”

But before he could respond, there was a knock.

Sharp. Two taps. Confident, like whoever was on the other side had never been unsure of anything in his life.

Laxon’s jaw tensed.

Ayumi didn’t move. Just uncrossed her legs and said, “Would you mind getting that?”

He stared at her, something storming behind his eyes, but he did it anyway. Of course he did.

He opened the door, and there was Hades.

Leather jacket. One eyebrow raised. No smile, just that usual look of mild irritation like the world was a badly written draft and he had half a mind to scrap it.

His gaze flicked over Laxon, unimpressed. “Didn’t know this was a group project.”

Laxon didn’t blink. “Didn’t know you were into sloppy seconds.”

“Oh,” Hades said, stepping in, “I’m not. I just like making sure the bar’s set low before I raise it.”

Ayumi, still on the bed, leaned back against the headboard and watched them like it was a live reading and she had front-row seats.

“Boys,” she said calmly. “No swords yet. I haven’t even taken off my shoes.”

That got their attention. Both turned to her.

She was smiling now, lazy and dangerous, her drink forgotten on the nightstand. “I didn’t call you here to fight,” she said. “Not unless it’s over who gets to touch me first.”

She moved to sit at the edge of the bed, fingers laced neatly in her lap, like a girl about to confess a sin.

Across the room, Hades stood rigid, arms crossed, jaw ticking. He wasn’t the type to raise his voice. His anger always sat just beneath the skin, coiled like something that could snap or seduce.

Laxon, on the other hand, was pacing. One hand in his hair, the other gesturing like he couldn’t decide if he was mad or turned on.

“You really didn’t think this through, huh?” he said, scoffing. “You think you can just throw us in the same room and what—watch us fight over you like a kink meme?”

"Why fight when you can just share?"

Now that stopped them.

Ayumi didn’t flinch. Didn’t smirk. She just said it plainly, like she was offering them both a glass of water and not… that.

Laxon froze mid-step.

Hades blinked, for the first time looking vaguely thrown off his axis.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, a fuse lit and snaking its way toward something explosive.

Ayumi tilted her head slightly. “I mean, you’ve both written it,” she added, voice honeyed with mischief. “Don’t pretend you haven’t. The threesomes. The power plays. The slow-burn jealousy-turned-collaboration.”

She stood now, casual and calm, walking to the cheap dresser to set her drink down. Her back to them. Vulnerable only if you didn’t know better.

“Unless, of course,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, “you’re both all talk.”

That did it.

Laxon’s pride flared instantly. His fists clenched at his sides, the way they always did when someone dared to test his control. He wasn’t used to being called out—especially not by someone who knew exactly where his weaknesses lived.

“I’m not all talk,” he said, voice low, velvet with a serrated edge. He moved toward her, not stalking like Hades, not posturing—just there, suddenly, like gravity had tilted and she was the only thing keeping him upright. “You remember that.”

Ayumi didn’t move. She didn’t have to. Her stillness was power. She simply raised one brow, daring him.

But before Laxon could close the space, Hades finally moved. Not toward Ayumi, but toward the bed. He sat down on it, legs spread, leaning back on his elbows like this was his room, like he was the one in control.

“Go ahead, lover boy,” Hades drawled, gaze lazily drifting to Ayumi’s legs. “Let’s see if your poetry still gets her wet.”

Laxon turned toward him. “You think you can do better?”

Hades smirked. “I know I can do different. And I think she’s in the mood for something a little less... predictable.”

Ayumi didn’t speak, she just moved.

Ayumi stripped. Not like a seductress in some showy, calculated way, but like a woman who had made up her mind. The air felt hotter with each layer she peeled off, the kind of heat that stuck to your spine and said you’re not walking away from this.

Ayumi climbed onto the bed, skin bare and flushed, the air in the room thick enough to choke on. She didn’t ask. She didn’t wait. She moved between Hades’ legs, eyes locked on his, and palmed the bulge straining in his jeans.

"Still dressed?" she said, voice low, teasing. "That’s cute."

Hades gritted his jaw, not rising to the bait. But he lifted his hips, just enough. Ayumi made quick work of his belt, pulling it free with a sharp, satisfying snap. Then she dragged his zipper down slow, like she was savoring every tick of impatience in his face. When she finally freed him, her breath hitched, and her smirk returned.

“Missed this,” she murmured, before lowering her mouth to him.

Behind her, Laxon groaned. “You always did have a thing for being bossy in bed.”

“Then why are you still dressed?” she shot back without looking.

Laxon laughed under his breath. He didn’t answer. Just peeled off his shirt, then his jeans, slow and steady, like he was letting the moment stretch. When he was down to nothing, he knelt behind her, letting his hands trail up the backs of her thighs, kneading the soft curve of her ass before spreading her open with a hum.

“Now that’s better,” he muttered. “Fúck, I missed this view.”

And then his mouth was on her.

Ayumi gasped around Hades, moaning as Laxon licked her like he had something to prove—which, knowing him, he absolutely did. One hand on her hip, the other slipping down to toy with her clít while his tongue worked slow and deep. She rocked back against him instinctively, torn between the stretch of Hades in her mouth and the wet, unbearable pleasure flooding her from behind.

Hades growled. “Eyes on me, Ayumi.”

She looked up at him, cheeks hollowed, lips slick, moaning around his cóck while Laxon kept devouring her like it was his last goddamn meal.

Hades’ hand curled into her hair, not tugging, yet—but holding her gaze like a leash made of steel. His expression was wrecked restraint, jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms twitching as he fought the urge to fúck her mouth properly. Not yet. He wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to choose it. Submit not because she was commanded, but because she wanted to be ruined.

“That's it,” he murmured, voice dark silk. “Take me like you mean it.”

Ayumi moaned around him, and the vibration sent a visible shudder through Hades’ frame. She bobbed her head a little deeper now, hollowing her cheeks, spit pooling where her lips met the base of him. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she worked him with practiced need, not just to please, but to dismantle. She knew exactly what she was doing, just like she knew the groan from behind her meant Laxon was losing it.

Because Laxon was starving.

He gripped her hips harder now, no more teasing. His tongue worked in deep, filthy strokes, his nose brushing her as he devoured her cúnt like it was revenge. Her taste was memory and desire, and it lit every nerve in him on fire. His cóck ached, hard and leaking, and still he didn’t fúck her, not yet. He wanted her shaking first. Begging.

“You sound better now than you ever did in our calls,” he rasped against her, voice ragged with lust. “You always were loudest with my tongue in you.”

Ayumi whimpered in response, mouth still full, breath stuttering through her nose as Hades throbbed on her tongue.

And that was the breaking point.

Hades’ fingers tightened in her hair. “Off. Now.”

She released him with a wet gasp, spit trailing from her lips as she looked up, dazed and shining with want.

He sat up fully, grip still in her hair as he leaned down, foreheads almost touching. “Lay down.”

Before she could move, Laxon’s hands slid up her belly, grounding her with a low chuckle. “You really think I’m letting go first?” he murmured against her skin, mouth ghosting over the curve of her spine. “She’s not done cúmming yet.”

And to prove it, he slipped two fingers inside her, crooking them just right and Ayumi arched, crying out as her body clamped tight, spasming around the sudden fullness.

“Fúck—Laxon—!”

“Yeah,” he growled, curling deeper. “Say it louder. Let him hear it.”

Hades didn’t flinch. He just watched her fall apart, watched the way Laxon played her body like he’d memorized every note because he had.

And that’s when the dynamic twisted.

Ayumi collapsed forward, panting, skin flushed and slick with sweat. She didn’t stop either man. She didn’t give them orders. But she rolled onto her back between them, spread open, vulnerable and unafraid because she owned this.

Owned them.

She looked between them, voice wrecked and sweet. “So who’s gonna fúck me first?”

The silence after that was lethal.

Then—

"Who said anything about who gets to fúck you first?"

Ayumi’s breath hitched as Hades dragged her onto his lap, the heat of his body solid and unyielding beneath her. His cóck, still slick from her mouth, slid between her folds, not inside, just pressing, throbbing, teasing. She rocked against it instinctively, grinding in lazy circles as her hands braced against his chest.

“Look at you,” Hades murmured, one hand splayed across her lower back. “Already making a mess, and I haven’t even fúcked you yet.”

Behind her, Laxon was already positioning himself, the heat of his bare skin radiating like a second sun. His hands were on her again, one gripping her hip, the other trailing up her spine.

“You really want this, Ayumi?” he asked, voice low but tight. “Both of us?”

She didn’t answer with words.

She reached back and guided him, arching her back until the head of his cóck pressed against her àsshole. One push, and he was inside, slow and deep, a stretch that stole the air from her lungs.

Hades exhaled through his teeth, watching her face shift from want to overwhelmed bliss. “Fúck. Watching you take him is almost better than writing it.”

Ayumi’s laugh cracked on a moan. “You say that like you’re not next.”

“Not next,” Hades growled, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. “Now.”

With one brutal roll of his hips, he slipped between her thighs and buried himself in her pússy.

They hadn’t started moving, but Ayumi already felt fúcking wrecked. Stuffed beyond logic, beyond modesty, beyond anything she thought her body could handle.

Her pússy clung tight to Hades, soaked and fluttering around his cóck like it was made for him. Her ass clenched around Laxon’s length behind her, the stretch maddening, sharp at first, but now it only burned sweet and deep. She was caught between them like a live wire. Caged. Pinned. Worshipped and ruined.

And then they moved.

Not frantic. Not fast. Slow.

Cruel.

Synchronized.

Hades pulled back just an inch as Laxon pushed in deeper, dragging against her walls, sliding against each other inside her with obscene friction. It was a sick kind of coordination, like they were one organism, two minds devouring her in harmony.

She screamed, but her voice cracked in her throat, lost under the weight of everything.

“You feel that?” Laxon’s voice was low, feral. He bit her shoulder, not hard, but enough to make her cry out. “Feel how we fúck you together? You’re fúcking soaked, baby. You need this.”

Hades laughed, breathless. “She planned this. Don’t forget. Brought us here like a little slût mastermind.”

She tried to answer, but it came out as a wrecked sob, her mouth falling open, drool glistening on her bottom lip. They were still going slow, but that made it worse, more unbearable. Every thrust was its own punishment. Its own pleasure. Its own goddamn religion.

“Please,” she finally managed, not even sure what she was begging for—more, less, anything. Her body was shaking, her core tightening. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop—”

He reached down between her legs, fingers rubbing her clít in tight, fast circles that contrasted the slow, grinding rhythm of their thrusts. Ayumi jolted—her back arching, her head falling against Hades' shoulder as her thighs began to shake.

“She’s close,” Hades said, cóck twitching inside her. “Fúck, she’s squeezing me so tight—shit—”

Laxon sped up first. Just a little. Just enough to make her jolt.

Then Hades matched it.

And then they really started fúcking her.

The bed creaked. Her moans became cries. The air filled with wet sounds, skin slapping, choked curses. Her body became a battlefield between them, no part of her untouched, unclaimed.

Laxon’s hand was at her throat now, holding her steady while his hips snapped into her ass. “I wanna see you fall apart, Ayumi. Right here. Between both of us.”

“Don’t hold back,” Hades added. “You’re ours tonight.”

The word ours sent a violent pulse through her.

She came—hard.

No warning. No build-up. Just detonation.

Her whole body convulsed as the orgasm tore through her, her walls fluttering violently around them, her nails raking down Hades’ chest, her scream muffled by Laxon’s hand gripping her jaw and turning her face to kiss her hard and possessively.

But they didn’t stop.

They didn’t fúcking stop.

“You thought we’d stop when you came?” Hades said darkly, cóck still hammering into her spasming pússy. “We’re just getting started.”

Laxon laughed behind her, breath hot in her ear. “You wanted both of us. Now you’ll take everything.”

Ayumi sobbed, overstimulated and aching and so fúcking alive. Her body was trembling, sweat slicking her skin, every nerve firing like a live wire. She couldn’t tell whose hands were where—Hades slapping her thigh, Laxon grabbing her breast, fingers everywhere, lips everywhere, teeth scraping, breath panting.

And still they moved.

Thrust. Grind. Kiss. Moan. Over and over. Filthy. Desperate. Endless.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Laxon growled, his rhythm faltering. “I’m gonna fúcking fill you—god, Ayumi—”

“Not yet,” Hades snapped. “She’s gonna come again. Don’t you dare finish before her.”

“Jealous much?”

“Try me.”

“Fúcking fine—let’s make her scream again first.”

And just like that, they doubled down. Laxon grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her as he thrust even deeper. Hades slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed her clít again, no mercy, his cóck buried in her to the hilt.

Ayumi couldn’t take it.

She came again, her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back, tears spilling from the sheer force of it.

They followed her this time—Hades moaning her name like a curse, cóck spilling inside her. Laxon pressing in hard, gasping like she broke him, his cum flooding her ass as he bit down on her neck.

Ayumi went still, body twitching between them, stuffed full and shaking. For a long moment, none of them moved, just harsh breaths, sweat-soaked skin, and the obscene mess of it all clinging to her thighs. Then Laxon kissed the bite he left, a silent apology or a silent claim. Hades dragged his fingers down her breast, still inside her, like he didn’t want to leave.

Ayumi smirked, lips raw, eyes heavy-lidded as she finally whispered, “Told you both I could handle you.”

And fúck, she did.