Three heads are better than one: the day after

@sammehshark requested: idk if already gotten one but if you're able id love a part 2 to the cerberus story🥺

Cerberus (they/them) x fem!reader || oral sex, semi-public sex, squirting, lowkey praise kink

When you wake up the next day, the result of your own actions hit you right in the solar plexus. You are not too hungover, but your brain feels fuzzy. They really made you come in a bar last night and then cared for you. They did that. You thought they hated you, but all this time they had the hots for you, and good lord if that doesn’t feel great to know.

And they are taking you out. To your favorite restaurant.

Oh. My. God.

You run around the house all day, trying to find your prettiest dress, cleaning everything and getting every inch of your body to your best way. You are so excited and that scares you a little bit, what if it was all a lie, what if they aren’t as into you as you think?

Everything in your brain is spinning by the time they ring the bell. You yelp and almost fall on your way to the door. And when you open it you almost swallow your tongue. “Wow,” you two say at the same time.

You stare at each other, flabbergasted for a while before they snap out of it and offer you their arm. You blush like a tomato as you take it. They walk you to their car as you freak out internally about how fucking phenomenal they look. You definitely want to make good by the message they sent you last night and blow them right there. But doubts get the best of you and you say nothing about it. Your brain already thinking that if the date goes well, you will be definitely blowing them later.

The restaurant is packed as always, but when the waitress leads you to a private booth in the back, you are impressed. It wakes months to get a good reservation in this place and they got one in a couple hours, how is that even possible. You ask them that, and all other things that have passed your mind since you met. It’s an easygoing chat, but you also get to talk to them about stuff that you care about, and they look so interested in your words you have to repress a dreamy sigh as they talk. You are a bit in love with them already, so attentive and nice to talk to, you wish he was a bit more of an asshole.

When you feel their hand on your thigh mid dinner, you shiver. They keep rubbing up and down your thigh as they talk, distracting you completely from any word that comes out of their mouth. You are getting wetter and wetter by the minute, their voice and their hand playing with you is driving you insane. You can feel the wetness pooling on your panties.

But when they tell you: “Are you going to be a good girl for us? Are you going to hold back your moans as we touch your pussy right here, darling?” You groan so loud you have to cover your mouth, embarrassed. They just chuckle as you blush furiously.

“Ye-yes,” you let out when your embarrassment dies down a little bit.

“Good girl,” they say as their fingers go up and up and up. At the first contact with your wet panties, you both moan softly. “You are dripping wet, darling, is something making you this excited?” They ask, jokingly. You want to hit them in the head, but when they rub your clit in tiny circles, you have to bite down on your tongue to stop the scream in your throat.

Their play continues all through the second plate and dessert, making you desperate and needy, your panties so wet you can feel the wetness inside of your thighs. They smirk every time you twitch, almost coming but not quite. They’re playing you like an instrument, and you shouldn’t be as into it as you are. In the look they give you, all smug and knowing, you see the asshole you have fought with so many times already, and it gets you hotter.

You are about to beg them to let you finish when they talk. “Let’s get out of here,” they say as your legs tremble with the need to come. They leave enough money to cover three meals and push you in front of them to cover their very clear, very huge erection. Your mouth waters with the thought of getting to blow them.

They follow you out of the restaurant, their heat very present against your back. You are already shivering with anticipation by the time you get to the car. You are about to go around it when they grab your hand and open the back door. In two seconds flat, you find yourself laid in the back seat as they kneel on the concrete floor outside the car. You are out in the open, it’s dark outside and you can’t see anybody, but the fact that there could be somebody there… It’s turning you on even more.

They are looking up at you as they slowly take off your panties, throwing them over your head into the front seats. “Remember what we told you about cerberus tongue?” They ask, you can’t think straight right there and then.

“Mmh?” You mumble, your brain completely off-line. You barely register their words when their heads are so close to your pussy.

“We give the best head because we have three of them.” That’s all the warning they gave your legs were spread open and their heads were between your legs.

Their three heads are battling to see who got to your center first. Before you stop yourself, you are moaning loudly as one of them goes right in. You cry out when they lick you up, a second tongue joining the first and sucking your clit. The third one sucks a hickey on your thigh as you scream, the combination is maddening.

They are indeed the best you ever had, their tongues and fingers and teeth, they are everywhere at once, hitting every single pleasure point in your body at the same time and driving you to a new dimension. You can’t stop moaning and groaning, a tiny part of you knowing you are out in the open and anybody could be watching you get eaten out in the back of the car… But you don’t care. You don’t care about anything but what they are doing to you. You are helpless to fight them as they touch, lick and fuck you in every way they can without breaking contact between their tongue and your trembling flesh.

When you come for the first time, you cry out and they keep going. The oversensitivity is a bit too much for you, but nothing you haven’t tried on yourself with your toys. They keep pushing and pushing, their fingers breaching your pussy as their tongue does marvels to your clit. You are overwhelmed by the attention and pleasure, never been taken care off so thoroughly.

When the urge to pee comes at you, you want to push them away, but you can’t, you are not fast enough and before you can realize, something inside of you is breaking and you are squirting all over them. Their surprised faces look at your quivering body as you come and come and come for what feels like an eternity. You have an out of body experience as they stare in shook at your pussy.

You blush hard. “I- I didn’t know I could do that,” you tell them as you look down at their soaked faces, your brain slowly coming back to earth.

“Guess we were indeed the best you had,” they say, clearly smug.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” You ask annoyed, your breathing ragged as you try to regain your composure after that earth shattering experience.

“No, we know it was. You ruined our jacket,” the edge of cockiness in their tone makes you want to hit them, but instead, you grab said jacked and pull them to you, kissing each one of them slowly and thoroughly until their breath are catching on their throats and you are the one smiling smugly.

“Get me home so I can blow your... mind.” They laugh as you climb into the passenger seat.