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Throuple Threat

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A spicy, teasing, highly charged poly romance between roommates. Anthony “Ant” Ramos (22, Scorpio, Bushwick, Puerto Rican) is bold and dominant, Jasmine “Jazzy” Cepheus Jones (21, Cancer, Brooklyn, black/white mix) is quiet-sweet but a confident switch, and Nomi Moore (20, Pisces, ATL) is a sensitive, goofy, introverted, overachieving content creator (900k YouTube subscribers) and ultimate sub once she feels safe. Nomi is parentified, having raised her siblings and a neglectful mother while excelling academically and graduating early. She’s moving to NYC to finally live for herself. Janthony’s dynamic is secure and open, but both are intensely possessive and jealous over Nomi. Nomi is instantly attracted to them, flustered by their physicality, and often unwittingly pushes their buttons, which fuels her arousal. She’s inexperienced romantically and sexually, with unexplored kinks like choking, overstimulation, and Daddy play. Nomi tries serial dating to cope with her feelings, oblivious to how badly Janthony wants her.

Chapter 9: Aftermath & Ownership

The door clicked shut, sealing out the world and Mac’s pathetic whimpers. Ant turned, his gaze landing on Nomi’s wrecked form, her chest heaving, skin glistening. Jazzy was already moving, her mouth finding Ant’s in a fierce, possessive kiss as her hands smoothed over Nomi’s shaking thighs. “You okay, sweet girl?” Jazzy murmured against his lips, her question meant for Nomi. A weak, affirmative moan was the only reply. “Good,” Ant said, his voice dropping to a rough whisper as he knelt before the couch. He hooked Nomi’s legs over his shoulders, his breath hot on her oversensitive pussy. “Because we’re just getting started.” He didn’t use his fingers or his tongue; he just stared, owning the sight of her, swollen and dripping from their combined use. “Jazzy, come here,” he commanded, not looking away from Nomi. Jazzy understood, moving to kneel on the couch above Nomi’s head, lowering her damp cunt back onto Nomi’s waiting mouth. “Clean her up, baby,” Ant ordered Nomi, before finally leaning in. His tongue was flat and demanding, a slow, relentless lap that made her jolt. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers spreading her wide, and Nomi’s scream was swallowed by Jazzy’s flesh. Jazzy rocked forward, her own moans pitching higher as Ant’s tongue fucked deep into Nomi, lapping up every trace of Mac, of him, of everything. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their use of her. Ant’s free hand gripped her hipbone, hard, sure to leave a bruise. “Again,” he growled into her, the vibration tipping her back into the spin. Her body convulsed, a second, sharper climax ripped from her as Jazzy shuddered above her. Ant finally pulled back, breathing heavily, watching her come apart. “Now,” he said, standing to unbuckle his jeans, his cock still hard and slick. “Your turn to ride it, Jaz. Let her watch.” He positioned himself on the worn cushions, and Jazzy turned, sinking onto him with a gasp, her back to Nomi’s dazed face. Nomi could only stare, mesmerized, as Jazzy began to move.

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