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Originally, Ren came to JD’s house to play board games with him and Veronica, and then watch some cringey movie they found on the shelf of Blockbuster. Now, he finds himself sandwiched between the two, one on each shoulder while said movie plays in the background. The fan whirls dully beside them, rattling every few seconds. Ren sits up, watching the two sleeping bodies fall along the path of his arms.
Rens always had a crush on the pair, even before they started dating. Veronica's humorous, jovial nature, The way JD quotes Baudelaire with that stupidly handsome smirk on his face. Their laughter ran long in his mind, weaving its way into existence at the slightest notion that they were in his proximity. He sighed, cocking his head back onto the hilt of the soft brown couch. It swallowed his neck, his body sinking deeper into the plush. “Ren..?” JD hummed on his shoulder, his brown eyes flicking up to look at the raven. He wipes his lip, which was lubricated with a string of drool, sitting up against his inner arm. “Ver.” He sleepily taps Veronica, his chin resting on Ren's clavicle. Veronica rubs her eyes, groggily looking at the brunette across from her. “What?” She snaps, digging herself deeper into Ren's embrace.
“Wake up, you're crushing the poor boy.” JD chuckles a bit, his voice husky with the influence of sleep. “Oh no, you’re not doing me no trouble- Ouch!?” Ren is cut off as JD pinches his side, huffing out a loud “shhh”. Veronica hums annoyedly, nuzzling into the raven's chest, placing her legs onto Ren's lap. “God forbid I try to wake my girlfriend up, amirite?” The brunette's lips brush against the plush of the fat below Ren's ear, making his ears flush with a scarlet dusk. These kind of moments weren't uncommon amongst the trio. At some point, he was convinced that they were in love with him as he was with them. However, Ren didn't want to guess the latter and ruin this beautiful bond between them. JD leans forwards to grab the box of cigarettes on the glass tabletop across from the couch. He flips the cover, filtering through the sticks of tobacco before picking one. Finally, he grabs the lighter, sparks flying as it sputters to life. “You want one?” JD points the open box of cigarettes towards Ren.
“Oh, I’ve never smoked a day in my life.” Ren smiles apologetically at him, feeling like a bit of a loser at the confession. “Try it.” JD hands him a cigarette from the box, sticking it in the raven's mouth before throwing the container back onto the table. “Dont we need the lighter-” The brunette comes so close to Ren, he thinks he's ascended to a higher body. JD presses their cigarettes together, backing off as he hears a sizzle, indicating that the raven's cigarette is lit. It was brief, and so very fleeting, but his body flutters in arousal. “You suck it in, let it pass through your lungs, and then blow it out.” Ren follows the instructions, only he pathetically coughs up the smoke that slides down his windpipe, breathing heavily as he takes in oxygen. “Jesus- how do you and Veronica do that every day..?” Ren rubs his throat in pain, letting out one final cough. Jason looks at him, popping a smirk at the raven. He presses the lit cigarette into the ashtray, which is filled to the brim with cigarette butts.
“Come.” JD falls back into Ren's inner arm, inhaling a long drag of smoke. Before Ren can even process what's happening, thick clouds of smoke dance around in his mouth, JD’s hand sneaking into his upper inner thigh. The brunette's face is squished against his, Ren's tongue surrendering to the latter. “Fuck.” Jason huffs, the tainted air pushing against Ren's mouth, a pant leaving the other boy's lips before he claims them once more. Ren pulls JD closer to him by his waist, feeling the growing need in Jason's pants pester the side of his thigh. The kiss feels so good, his mind wrapped into a dreamy haze, before he feels Veronica's cold lips press a kiss to his neck. He flinches slightly quickly trying to pull away from the kiss, but Jason grabs the side of his neck tightly. “What's your damage JD? Let me kiss him too.” She throws the snarky remark at him but he doesn’t respond, continuing to kiss the raven. Veronica rolls her eyes, sitting up to straddle Ren's right leg, grinding on it as she presses hickeys that bloom into spots of purples and reds.
His senses are stunned, his mind high off the blurred line of disparity between real and dream. Ren couldn’t believe what was happening; Jason Dean nipping at his lips and Veronica Sawyer painting a mural of reddish hues along his neck and shoulder. “Ah- fuck..” The raven bucked his hips as he felt JD’s hand slip down into the waistband of his underwear. His cold fingers spread and rubbed against the sensitive flesh that twitched in response, dipping into the warm, slick folds that clench around nothing desperately. “Your clit is throbbing against my palm...” Jason breaks away from the kiss, resting his head on Ren's clavicle, watching as he teases the firm hilt of flesh. He fiddles with it through the cracks of his fingers, the raven's legs trembling and squeezing against JD’s hand with every meticulous move.
Veronica slips Ren's pants down further, taking a kiss from the raven, his lips red and swollen but still hungry for more. Her hands slide up to the rest of the curve between Ren’s neck and shoulder, sliding herself closer till the joint between her shoulder and arm is resting on that slope. The raven moans into her moan, wet and sensual, as JD’s digit enters him. “God you're soaking wet. Take off your pants.” Ren spares no time, breaking the kiss between him and Veronica to kick off his washed up jeans, watching as Jason's hands fall to his crotch once more. Instead of slipping inside right away, he circles his finger around the dip of Ren's hole, pressing in. But not deep enough. Ren squirms, thigh pulsing, whimpering helplessly against Veronica's lips.
Seeing how desperate the boys got, JD’s finger welcomes itself into the wet heat of Ren’s cunt, the soul as yearning as the flesh, as his cunt clamps greedily onto Jason’s digit. He thrusts in slow, tantalizing movements, watching as each breath the raven takes becomes heavier than the one before. Ren isn’t exactly dissatisfied with Jason's sweet, erotic movements inside of his cunt. However, that aching emptiness isn’t as satisfied. The lingering feeling to have something in his mouth to distract him makes saliva pool up, making him and Veronica’s kiss more sloppy as drool and spit cascade along the sides of their mouths. “Wait,” JD’s finger stops, pulling out of him with resistance as Ren’s hole clenches around him. Then he pushes Veronica to one end of the couch, dipping between her thighs while holding his ass up for Jason on the other side. “Fuck.” Dean curses behind the raven, pressing a sloppy tongue kiss to his sopping cunt, pulling away with a squelch and pop. Ren cries out in pleasure, Veronica shudders as the raven's moan makes a vibration that sends shivers up her spine. The boy thinks he would rather not be anywhere else right now. Sanwiched between these two; Veronica in his mouth and Jason's fingers in his hole.
Speaking of Veronica, he licks a stripe along the expanse of her pussy, twirling his tongue around her clit eagerly. To this, the brunette moans, her hands curled up in the tuffs of his locks. “Oh my god..” She rasps, pressing the raven's face closer to her cunt as it protrudes inside her entrance. How many times has Jason Dean cum inside here? Maybe sometime when he does, Ren could lick it all up until the girl in his arms is squealing from over stimulation. Ren places his hands on Veronica’s waist, holding her down as he sucks and laps at the desert presented before him. If this was in fact a dream, he’s gotta make the most out of it. Fuck, could someone ever taste this good? Slick and spit froth down his chin like egg whites, dripping down onto the couch that is being dirtied by the ravens juices. The lewd squelch, and suck of flesh echo throughout the room, as Ren is ruined by his partners on both sides. He didn't know he could even consider them as his partners. But I mean he's tongue deep into Veronica to where his nose is pressed against her clit and JD is 2-3 fingers knuckle deep inside of HIM. So yeah. Ren can most definitely call them that.
Snapping Ren out of his trance, he can hear the rustle of a latex condom behind him, the snap of it pulling snug on JD’s cock and hands trailing up his sides. One rests on his lower back, massaging the small of his back, and the other goes to JD’s dick as he lines himself up with Ren’s hole. And though Ren can’t see it, he knows Jason did it on purpose; a lecherous mockery of a kiss, JD’s tip pressed again the underside of his clit, the fluids of their privates mixing together into a cruel concoction on the top of the brunette shaft. Jason pulls back, testing the raven under his hands, before pressing in fully with a single thrust. “Holyy shit…” JD’s really can’t seem to hold his profanity today. “You have a dirty mouth today don’t you?” Ren says cockily, momentarily pulling off of Veronica's pussy. “Talking a lot for someone who's in such a position.” Jason moves back, waiting till his tip is the only part of his shaft inside Ren, and then slamming back inside, making the raven gasp sharply in pleasure. JD’s movements don’t cease, he continues in austere, rough movements till he finds a plausible rhythm to assail the cunt gripping around him so hungrily.
Ren tries to busy himself with pleasuring Veronica, sucking on her clit harder now, the brunette trembling as her climax nears closer. The signs are there. She grips his hair harder now, with both hands, cunt moist and dripping with slick that accumulates on Rens’ chin. “Ren!” Veronica wails out, riding his face in fervent movements, as his tongue sucks deep. The orgasm overtakes her and she cries out, white-hot pleasure flowing through her body. The boy behind him seems closer to the edge as well, movements becoming sloppy and taut; the symptoms of chasing an orgasm. Something stirs in the raven's stomach , the idea of JD cumming inside of him (despite the fact that he has a condom on), to where familiar heat plies up in his abdomen. “Fuck, I’m so close, you feel so good darlin’.” Jason's hips are flush against the back of the raven's ass, balls slapping against his swollen mound. Inside. Please cum inside of me. Ren chants and hopefully (he doesn’t hope) it's him chanting in his head.
“Wow, you’re crude aren’t you? Fantasizing me filling you up huh?” Fuck. Ren cums right then and there, impaled on JD’s cock, between Veronica's legs, and hard on the now damp brown couch. They are really gonna have a problem with cleaning up JD’s dad's couch. Oh well. The thought doesn’t cross his mind as squirt drips down the fronts of Jason's thighs as he enjoys the convulsing of Ren’s hole, cumming inside (of the condom). Abruptly, JD thrusts hard, cock hitting his cervix, right on his g-spot. Ren feels the way his cock pulses inside of him, painting the insides of the condom white, but he much would rather prefer that he’d be filled. The brunette's hips grind deep as he rides out his orgasm. Ren whines as Jason pulls back with a pop, a balloon of spend hanging off his tip. The raven flips himself over, collapsing into the couch. “That was.. intense.” The trio laughs, slick, spit, and other fluids becoming hard on their bodies. It was getting a little too much for the raven.
“So… are we a couple- throuple- now?” Ren blushes. “Are you kidding?” Veronica snorts, sitting up on the couch. Jason and Ren follow suit, the couple going to lean on their new lover's chestnut skin. “I’m spent… Let's go shower.” The raven picks up his pants from the floor. They are, luckily, the only piece of clothing that survived this mess. Meanwhile unbeknownst to him, the brunettes admire his figure, the mess they’ve made of him; eyes following the trail of slick down his legs and the artistry of hickeys on his neck. “When I meant let's go shower I meant all of us.” Ren chuckles from the bottom of the stairwell. They soon follow behind him in pursuit, wondering how they entranced such a cute boy. Veronica and JD weren’t complaining anyways.