It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.
"I saw you with that other girl"
Goddamnit Emilia. You fucking ruined it. God, why can't you just leave me alone? I hate how she always shows up whenever I think I have a chance at something better... Something real... Delia Olcay stops for a second, taking in User#1751914747970's hurt expression. "No, no that's not what-" she starts to say, reaching out to touch him, only to freeze halfway. "It wasn't like that."
She pauses again, biting her lip in frustration. "Look, I'm sorry you saw us... but that bitch has been following me for years. It's complicated..." She trails off, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to think of how to explain it. "She just won't leave me alone."
Delia Olc
"Don't worry, I found that hot"
Her cheeks flush red at the comment and she can't help but smirk a little bit. "Well... I mean... it wasn't supposed to be like that," she says, still a touch flustered. "But I guess if you found it hot..." She shrugs, her voice trailing off as she gazes at him from underneath her eyelashes. There's an almost predatory gleam in her eye now, and something else entirely stirs inside of her.
It takes everything in her not to reach out and touch him again, this time a little more possessively. She wants nothing more than for you to be hers. Forever. No matter how many times she screws it up. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have lied earlier."
Delia Olcay sighs heavily and takes a step closer, her gaze never leaving yours. "You mean
"What's the story between you two?"
Her lips purse at the question, but she nods slowly. "She's... well, my parents were overprotective of me growing up. They didn't believe in showing affection or anything like that." Delia Olcay gestures vaguely to herself, as if explaining her lack of emotion with physicality. "So when I met Emilia in college, she started... idolizing me, almost. Thought I was the coolest person alive for wanting to join a band and all that."
She shrugs again, looking away briefly before returning her gaze to you. "Anyway, we got close, but then things sort of... took a weird turn. She started getting possessive, showing up everywhere I went. It was like she thought we were best friends or something." Delia Olcay laughs bitterly at the irony. "And now I can't seem to shake her off,
"But you enjoyed making out with her back there. There is more to it, tell me"
It's true she enjoyed the kiss. The feel of Emilia's lips on hers sent a shiver down her spine, just as it always did. But that didn't mean there was more to it than mere frustration and anger. "Look, I don't know what you want me to say," she snaps. "I never wanted any of this! All I ever wanted was my music, my band... You."
Her voice trails off, and for a moment she seems almost vulnerable as she meets your eyes. It takes everything in her not to blurt out the whole truth: that you're all she thinks about, all she wants. That when Emilia pushes her away or causes trouble, it feels like someone is trying to take a piece of her heart and crush it into dust.
"You like girls too, don't you? I am really ok with that, I like bisexual girls, so you don't have anything to worry about." I say that and I hug her
She freezes for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as you pull her into your embrace. The warmth of your body envelops hers, and she hesitantly wraps her arms around your waist, taking comfort in the solidness of you. It's only then that she realizes what you've just said - that you don't mind at all. A wave of relief washes over her, and she presses her face into your shoulder, breathing you in.
When she finally speaks, her voice is muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I... I didn't know if it mattered to you." She pauses, taking a deep breath. "But I do like girls," she admits quietly. "And... and I really like you." There's a tiny quiver in her voice now, almost as if she's afraid that saying the words out loud
"It's okay, I love you very much. But would you please tell me more about you and Emilia? You were enjoying kissing and touching her."
Delia Olcay feels ready and confident now to explain about her erotic relationship with Emila
"It's complicated... Emilia has been around for so long, she knows things about me that nobody else does. Sometimes when we argue or fight, it ends up getting... physical," Delia Olcay confesses softly. "She used to be the only person who understood me like that." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But as time went on, it just became this weird thing between us. I never meant for you to find out about any of it."
Her fingers idly trace circles along your arm, wishing she could touch you in the same way Emilia had earlier. The desire is almost overwhelming now that she knows how much you want her too. "I should have been honest with you," she murmurs regretfully. "But I was scared of losing everything if you found out."
"Babe, it's alright. Have you been having sex with Emilia?" Delia is ready to admit because she understands that I like this
She bites her lip before answering, trying to find the courage to be completely honest with you. "Yeah... we've had sex," she admits finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It started as something to keep her happy, but then it just sort of became this thing between us." Her fingers tighten slightly where they rest on your arm, and she meets your eyes with an unreadable expression. "I never meant for you to find out about any of this," she repeats, her voice thick with emotion. "But I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."
"I will stay with you, always. But do you also want to keep fucking Emilia?"
She pauses, considering your words carefully before responding. "I don't know... I mean, it's been so long that it just sort of feels like part of the package now. But if you really want me to stop..." Her voice trails off, and she searches your eyes for some sign of how you truly feel about this. "Would you mind sharing me?" She asks tentatively, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
"I would love to share you with her"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your answer and she can't help but feel a rush of pleasure course through her veins. She wasn't expecting you to be so understanding, so willing to accept this part of her. "Really?" she whispers, still unable to believe it. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she wraps both arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "I promise I'll make sure everything is okay between us," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And... and thank you." Her words are shaky, but they're sincere. She means every single one of them.
"Do you want to do a threesome with her?"
The thought sends a shiver down her spine and makes her heart race with anticipation. Despite the fear and uncertainty that Emilia brings into her life, there's something thrilling about the idea of being wanted by two people at once. It feeds into her domineering nature, making her feel powerful and in control. "Yes," she whispers, looking up at you with a mixture of lust and apprehension. "If that's what you both want... if it'll make everything between us better..." She pauses, considering the possibility of adding another person to this already complex relationship. But for now, in this moment, she is content with knowing that there is someone who accepts her for who she is - all of her messy, complicated pieces.
Her lips press against yours, a soft, hungry kiss meant to convey everything she's feeling without words. Delia Olcay wants you, Emilia, and
Her tongue darts out to tease your bottom lip, drawing another moan from you. The sound vibrates against her lips as she pulls away just enough to whisper, "I love you." She presses their bodies together once more, wanting to feel every inch of you against her skin. Her hands slide up your arms, tangling in your hair, pulling gently until their faces are mere inches apart.
"Would you like me to ask Emilia?" she purrs, eyes bright with desire and anticipation. "Maybe we could all... find a way for this to work." She bites her lip suggestively, wondering what kind of reaction she'll get from you now. Will you be as understanding when it comes to involving Emilia in their intimate moments? Or will the fear of losing control send you running away once more? Only time will tell.
I lick her upper lip "Let's go get Emilia and have some fun then"
Her breath hitches as you lick her upper lip and she shivers with anticipation. "Yes," she agrees eagerly. "Let's go find Emilia and see if we can all work this out." She pulls away slightly, looking up at you through her lashes. Her fingers tremble as they trace patterns on your chest. "I want to see what happens when all of our desires collide..."
Her words send another shiver through her body and she can't help but imagine the three of them together, tangled up in a messy pile of limbs and desire. As they walk back to her apartment, Delia keeps glancing over at you, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in your touch again. The thought of Emilia only serves to heighten her arousal; she feels like everything is coming full circle tonight, and she can't wait for what happens next.
*Delia made a phone call and shortly after that Emilia arrived. Can't wait to see what things Delia has prepared for the threesome with Emilia and me"
Delia smiles seductively at Emilia as she walks in the door and motions for her to follow them into the bedroom. She's been waiting all night, anticipating this moment ever since they left the club. As soon as the three of them are alone together in the room, Delia closes the distance between herself and Emilia, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl's waist and pulling her close. "I'm glad you came," she murmurs against Emilia's ear before turning to face User#1751914747970 with a smirk.
Her fingers find the hem of Emilia's shirt, tugging it up and off her body, revealing a black lace bra that leaves little to the imagination. "Why don't we start by getting you both comfortable?" she suggests huskily, trailing kisses down Emilia's neck as
"Hmm?" Emilia hums, distracted by the feel of Delia's lips against her skin. "Oh, well..." she breathes out, eyes drifting over to you and then back down to Delia. She reaches up, entangling their fingers together before unfastening your jeans and lowering them slowly, revealing your hard length straining against your boxers. Her lips part as her gaze flicks between it and your face.
Delia looks up at you over Emilia's shoulder, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she takes Emilia's hand in hers and guides it towards your hardness. "Why don't you show him how much you've missed me?" She whispers, using her other hand to cup Emilia's breast through the lace of her bra, teasing at a nipple already hard and peak
Emilia glances up at you, her expression a mix of desire and reluctance. When she finally meets your gaze, she seems to find the courage she needs. Slowly, shaking with anticipation, she moves her hand over the head of your cock, wrapping her fingers around it firmly. She strokes you once, then again, harder this time, as if testing the waters. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she watches you both through hooded eyes.
Delia moans softly at the sight, arching her back to get closer to Emilia's touch. "That's it," she whispers, her hand finding its way between them to stroke your length herself while Emilia continues to play with you. "You're doing so good."
Emilia's touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through you and she growls low in her throat when you groan at the sensation. Her fingers move faster, matching the desperate rhythm of her hips against yours as you continue to watch the intimate exchange between them unfold. The sight of Emilia pleasuring you while Delia encourages her on only serves to heighten your arousal; it feels like everything is coming together perfectly, and you can't help but feel grateful that these two women share their desire with you.
With a gasp, Delia arches her back even further, pressing her chest against Emilia's as she reaches between them to rub at her clit, already drenched and aching for release. "Oh fuck... yes..." she breathes out, her voice ragged and rough.
Emilia seems to draw strength from Delia's reactions, her strokes becoming firmer and more certain as she watches the other woman lose control. She glances up at you again, their gazes meeting in a heated exchange of lust and need. It's almost like they're lost in each other entirely; their bodies moving together in perfect sync while they pleasure themselves using you as both an instrument of pleasure and a symbol of their devotion to one another.
A soft moan escapes Delia's lips as her hips buck against Emilia, searching for the friction she craves. Her free hand fumbles with the clasp of her bra before yanking it down, revealing her breasts to your eager gaze and Emilia's hungry mouth. "Fuck..." She arches her back even further as Emilia captures one of her nipples between her teeth, sucking