Fashionable with Madison Beer and Olivia Holt

[TheLW]

Fashionable
With Madison Beer and Olivia Holt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, 69ing, Anal, Blowjob, Fingering, Mast, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This is a story I did up last year that I thought I posted already.

Ryan was stationed near the edge of the stage at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show in New York, eyes scanning the crowd and backstage areas like a hawk. The venue buzzed with electricity, lights flashed, cameras clicked, and the roar of the audience mixed with the heavy beat of the music. On stage, Madison Beer was mesmerizing, her voice cutting through the chaos with the confident poise of a true performer. Her outfit shimmered under the spotlight, every note of “Yes Baby” hitting with precision.

But Ryan’s attention quickly shifted. Off to the side, Olivia Holt was smiling for photographers, radiant in a fashion-forward gown that combined classic elegance with modern flair. Yet her eyes betrayed unease. A man, clearly emboldened and intrusive, hovered a little too close, leaning in, whispering things that made her tense. Her smile faltered, and Ryan knew instantly it was time to act.

He moved swiftly, his voice calm but firm. “Sir, step back. That’s enough.” The man protested, but Ryan’s presence left no room for argument. He guided the intruder toward the exit, keeping Olivia shielded and safe until security took over. By the time Ryan checked on her, she was visibly shaken but unharmed.

From the stage, Madison had noticed the incident. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight, but she didn’t falter. She finished her performance with effortless grace, her eyes constantly scanning, then immediately headed backstage once the song ended.

“Are you okay?” Madison asked as soon as she reached Olivia, her tone soft but insistent. Olivia nodded, a mixture of relief and lingering tension in her eyes. “Yeah... thanks. That was... way too close for comfort.”

Madison’s gaze then shifted to Ryan, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “He really stepped up,” she said, her voice carrying more warmth than formal courtesy. “Even when it wasn’t easy.” Olivia’s lips curved into a small, appreciative smile. “Yeah... I owe you both,” she added, her tone teasing just enough to suggest something more without saying it outright.

Ryan raised an eyebrow but stayed professional, though he couldn’t miss the meaning in their looks and words. Madison leaned slightly closer to Olivia as if sharing a private joke. “Maybe a proper thank you is in order later,” she said lightly, letting the words hang with a playful undertone. Olivia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Definitely,” she agreed softly, giving Ryan a look that made it clear her gratitude wouldn’t be purely verbal.

Olivia’s nerves still made her firm and practical. “I’m not going back alone. You two are escorting me to my hotel. No exceptions.” Madison and Ryan exchanged a glance, then nodded in agreement.

The walk to the car was careful, each step measured amidst the flashing cameras and bustling crowd. Ryan flanked Olivia, while Madison stayed close, both keeping an eye on anyone who got too near. Olivia clutched her clutch tightly but felt reassured by their presence, the tension slowly ebbing.

Once inside the vehicle, Madison gave Olivia a small, reassuring smile, while Ryan stayed alert, scanning the streets as they navigated through New York. Olivia relaxed slightly, leaning back, and gave a small, sly grin toward Ryan. “You’ve earned a proper thank you for tonight… in more ways than one,” she murmured, her voice playful but suggestive. Madison chuckled beside her, her eyes glinting knowingly, leaving Ryan aware of their intentions but not outright stating them.

By the time they pulled up to her hotel, Olivia’s earlier anxiety had melted into gratitude and something more, a lingering sense of appreciation that extended beyond words. “I feel safe with you both here,” she said softly, stepping out of the car. Madison nudged her gently, still teasing, while Ryan simply nodded.

A short while later, up in Olivia’s hotel room, Ryan sat naked on the bed, as Liv and Madison, both somehow already half out of their dresses, leaned in over him, shoulder to shoulder, blonde and brunette hair mingling silkily as they explored him in tandem. Liv’s tongue licked a clean, straight path up the side of his shaft, stopping to swirl right beneath the head. At the same time, Madison’s lips attached to the other side, dragging a slow, sucking kiss along the thick vein. Every muscle in Ryan’s body tensed as the girls coordinated in silence, mouths working his cock like it was a puzzle only they could solve.

Liv set the tempo, wrapping her lips around the tip and sealing them tight; Madison countered by lapping gently at the frenulum with tiny, precise flicks. He could feel saliva and heat with each wet, noisy pop. They eased up and down the shaft, sometimes both tonguing it from either side, sometimes one would cup his balls and suck a single testicle into her mouth while the other focused up top. Liv’s hair kept brushing against Ryan’s thighs, static crackling from her platinum-blonde strands. Madison’s darker, heavier hair pooled across his stomach and blurred his view of her face, except for the brief moments when she looked up at him, eyes determined.

They shared him, switching, Liv’s mouth wide and greedy, lips stretched glossy-pink around his tip, her nose pressing to his skin as she inhaled the scent of him and exhaled her appreciation through a rumbling hum that vibrated his entire cock. Madison followed every pass with her mouth by stroking his shaft and balls with one perfectly placed hand, coaxing shivers up his spine. Liv sucked, slow and focused and unhurried, then popped off and let Madison lap at him, tongue spiralling, face alight with wicked delight.

The girls' rhythm had a seamless, practiced quality, almost like a duet, and Ryan couldn't help but wonder if this was their first time collaborating. Liv kept moaning softly every time she took him deeper, unashamed and hungry, straight-up eye contact, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back. Madison, meanwhile, alternated between teasing up and down the length with her tongue and pulling Liv's hair aside, affectionately tucking platinum strands behind her ear to keep the runway-perfect view unobstructed for everyone.

Ryan tried to stay still, tried and utterly failed. With both of them working over him, every nerve in his body vibrated at twice its normal frequency. When Madison took him fully into her mouth, she buried her nose into his skin and inhaled, smirking as she pulled off with a thwick, a string of saliva stuck from her lip back to the tip of his cock, only to be snatched up by Liv’s tongue. She licked it shamelessly, eyes full of challenge, mouth already open for more.

He reached out, one hand sinking into the soft tumble of Madison’s hair, the other feeling the heat from Liv’s shoulder where bare skin stretched over corded muscle. Liv pulled off, gasping, saliva smeared across her lips and her chin in a way that would have read desperate on anyone else, but on her it seemed like the apex of confidence.

“I think he likes your style,” Olivia said.

“He likes getting wrecked by the dream team,” Madison murmured.

Ryan sucked in air, sharp and ragged, his thighs tightening under the attention, nerves singing so loud he barely registered the ambient noises of midtown below. Liv let go of his cock just long enough to glance sideways, a flash of collusion in her gaze before she reached for Madison’s chin, thumb slick with spit. She tugged Madison up by the jaw, then kissed her, tasting herself and Madison in the same stroke. Their mouths locked, messy and hungry, tongues darting and lips pressed together with a ferocity that felt almost competitive. Ryan watched, jaw slack and hands frozen on both of them, as the women devoured each other, completely unselfconscious. Liv’s hand cradled the back of Madison’s head, fingers woven into the dark shine, pulling her closer, while Madison’s grip curled around Liv’s bare hip with a need that bordered on urgent.

Their kiss was less performative than Ryan expected, not a show for his benefit, but something urgent and intimate. Liv moaned into Madison’s mouth, a wet, honest sound, and Madison answered by nipping her bottom lip, hard but playful, then dragging both of them down onto the bed beside Ryan’s legs. Madison pressed Liv backward until her back arched on the mattress, barely missing Ryan’s thigh, then straddled her, pinning her down with the same athletic ease she'd shown backstage.

Ryan’s cock bobbed, slick and neglected for the moment, as he watched Madison’s tongue invade Liv’s mouth, the kiss deepening, angling, then breaking with a soft gasp. Madison leaned in close enough that her breath feathered over Liv’s lips, then trailed her mouth along Liv’s cheekbone and down the side of her jaw, leaving a gleaming trail of spit in its wake. Liv’s breathing went shallow and quick. Madison mouthed at her throat, planting open kisses under her ear, dragging her teeth lightly along the pulse there before biting down just hard enough to draw a gasp. Liv arched up, hands flying to Madison’s waist, digging her fingers into the narrow strip of skin bared by the shifting of the dress. Madison only smiled, a quiet, private thing, then slipped lower, kneeling between Liv’s legs and pushing her skirt up to expose ass and thighs.

Madison eased her hands up, sweeping them over the backs of Liv’s thighs, thumbs tracing the crease where flesh met lace panties. She leaned in and bit through the fabric, small, controlled nips that made Liv whimper into the bedding. Madison looked up at Ryan, a question in her eyes, and Ryan just nodded, helpless and desperate. He’d never seen anything like this, Liv, pliant and breathless, Madison in total control but always anchored by Liv’s reactions, both of them wrapped around each other like they’d been rehearsing all year.

Madison licked up the length of Liv’s thigh, then, smiling, hooked her fingers into the high, lacy waistband of the panties and tugged them tight against Liv’s skin, just enough to draw a yelp and a flash of colour across Liv’s face. The fabric snapped back, and Madison, with two hands, split the delicate lace right up the crotch and peeled it off, letting them bunch around Liv’s ankles. Liv made a reflexive grab for the hem of her cocktail dress, but Madison caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed, grinning as she shimmied up Liv’s body and straddled her again.

Liv tried to sit up, but Madison pressed her back firmly. Madison’s own dress had slipped down almost to her waist, exposing a swath of olive skin dotted with a constellation of small, hungry bites. She caught Liv’s lower lip between her teeth and, laughing, whispered loud enough for Ryan to hear, “No one’s fighting you, babe, but you’re not running the show tonight.”

Olivia huffed, then twisted her hips and, with a sudden thrust, rolled Madison onto her side. They tussled on the mattress, wrestling and giggling, legs tangling, hands ripping off what remained of their outfits. He couldn't help it; Ryan reached out, running his hands down the pronounced curve of Madison’s back, feeling her muscles shift and twitch under his touch. Each of the girls’ limbs was a tangled mess.

It took only a moment before Liv sprang up, landing astride Madison’s hips in one practiced, balletic move. The two of them kept hands locked on each other, legs snaring and twisting, bare skin shivering where it met. Liv pinned Madison with her thighs, her hair a platinum waterfall hiding her face for a second as she bent low and captured Madison’s nipple between her teeth. She bit, just hard enough to make Madison’s hands spasm at her back, and then soothed the bite with her tongue. Madison’s fingers clawed at Liv’s ass, kneading and spreading, nails leaving marks in the soft flesh.

Liv released her grip, slid back, and then, in a wordless burst of energy, rolled off. She shimmied around, one knee grazing Madison’s cheek, the other planted on the mattress, and swung her hips up and over, swinging her body around until she hovered over Madison’s face, her own mouth perfectly aligned below. For a second they just hung there, Olivia on top, blonde hair plastered to her cheek, knees straddling Madison’s shoulders, both girls breathing hard, faces flushed and eager.

Her bare sex hovered inches above Madison’s face, the neat triangle of Liv’s waxed blonde tuft catching the lamplight. Madison craned her neck up, tongue flicking out without preamble, lapping at Liv’s clit in a series of rapid, teasing motions. Liv braced herself on the headboard, eyes fluttering half shut, and immediately pushed her face between Madison’s thighs, burrowing in, licking and sucking and eating with zero hesitation.

Ryan had seen a lot in this job, but never anything quite like the sight of Olivia and Madison going down on each other with a hunger so total it left him breathless. Their bodies, barely separated for an instant, Madison’s thighs flush to Liv’s ears, Liv’s hips riding high, both of their asses up and out, both of them working furiously with lips and tongues. The room filled with the susurration of breath and the noises of mouths working against flesh, punctuated now and then by the thump of the headboard as someone lost their balance and drove the bed against the wall.

He was stroking himself now, unashamed, hand tight around the base and squeezing just to stay even. Liv’s head was buried between Madison’s legs, her shoulders flexing with every movement of her jaw. Madison arched up to meet Liv’s tongue, little grunts muffled by Liv’s pussy smothering her face. Madison’s hands reached up blindly, searching for purchase, landing on Liv’s ass and grabbing it with both hands, squeezing and spreading and kneading until Ryan swore he’d see imprints on Liv’s skin the next morning.

At some point, Madison managed to slide a pair of fingers up along Liv’s slit before pushing them inside with a pace that matched the rise and fall of Liv’s hips. The movement was lazy at first, then sped up, both women getting sloppier, louder, their focus narrowing to a single, thrumming need.

Liv’s thighs began to shake, and her moans deepened, every sound vibrating through Madison’s mouth and down her own spine. Ryan watched, entranced, as Liv’s body went taut, the lines of her legs and back liquid with tension. Wetness slicked the inside of her thighs, dripped onto Madison’s chin, smeared across Madison’s lips. Madison’s mouth and tongue worked at her, relentless, barely stopping to breathe, the hungry animal rhythm of it as mesmerizing as it was passionate.

Ryan stroked slower, watching, afraid he’d burst preemptively and miss some crucial detail. The room felt thick and sticky-hot. He took all of it in, Liv’s back muscles cinching and releasing as she ground herself down onto Madison’s face, Madison’s thighs quivering against Liv’s ears, the slight shake in Liv’s upper arm as she gripped the headboard hard enough to dig circular indents into her palm. The shudder of the bedframe, half in time with his heartbeat. Every minute sensation pressed in on him at once.

Liv’s breath caught; a staccato burst of air squeezed from her lungs as Madison doubled down. Ryan could see the tip of Madison’s tongue, fast and surgical, licking away at Liv’s pussy, and the way Madison’s jaw shifted, how she used her chin and nose rough against Liv’s mound, never once giving Liv the time or space to get away.

Ryan’s hand was slick with sweat and arousal, his palm running the length of his cock, tight and controlled, as he watched Olivia and Madison devour each other in a storm of hunger. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hard for this long. His cock throbbed in his fist, thick with the pressure he’d been holding back, but he didn't want to finish yet, not with the show happening right there.

Madison’s rhythm changed, her tongue never stopping its punishing assault on Liv’s clit, but her eyes looked up and caught Ryan’s gaze, locking there, refusing to let him look away. A tremor shot through Liv from toes to scalp, her jaw clenching, breath caught between her lips. Liv had barely come down from the trembling high Madison worked into her when Ryan moved, crowding up behind her, his cock heavy and wet and throbbing. He palmed the curve of her ass, spread her open, and bent over her back to murmur in her ear, “Let’s see if you moan as loud for me.” His voice sounded strange to himself, hollowed and driven.

Liv gave a strangled sound, not quite a laugh or a gasp, just desperate and already giving. Madison didn’t let up, mouth glued to Liv’s clit, one hand bracing Liv’s thigh, the other splayed on the small of her back, pinning her in place.

Ryan lined himself up, his thighs slick against the outside of Liv’s, and guided the head of his cock along the soaked, glittering line of her pussy, letting the anticipation build. He pressed in, just barely, and felt Liv shudder, her hips jolting backwards, greedy for him. The heat nearly scalded. He gripped her waist tight, sliding in in one slow, stretching push. Liv’s body clenched down, impossibly tight, drawing a groan from him as he bottomed out, hips flush to ass, her back arching to ridiculous angles. He caught a glimpse of his cock disappearing between the round of Liv’s ass, watched her whole body stiffen, with bone-deep insistence.

He looked down and saw Madison's hungry eyes still locked on his, her tongue buried between the tight pink folds of Liv's clit, her own face smeared with Liv's wetness, her mouth open and shameless. The sight made him lose control; he grabbed at Liv's hips, fingers digging in, and fucked her harder, deeper, lost in the feeling of her clutching down on him like no one ever had.

Ryan couldn’t get over the visual, the three of them locked into place, every movement feeding the next, the arch of Liv’s spine, the spill of her hair over Madison’s hands and face, and Madison’s hand splayed over the hollow above Liv’s tailbone as she owned it. Liv tried to writhe away, but Madison’s grip and Ryan’s thrusts kept her right where they wanted her.

It got wet, obscenely so, Madison’s chin slick, Liv’s thighs shining fast, the three of them crashing against each other, hands and mouths and hips sliding in every permutation. Liv’s moans grew sharper, her whole frame shaking as Madison licked and fingered her through a second shuddering peak, and then another. When she finally went limp between them, face slack and buried in the bedding, Ryan was so lost in the grip of her body and the sight of Madison’s glinting eyes that he hardly noticed Madison crawling up, licking her lips clean, and then kissing Liv while she was still spasming and getting fucked.

Liv’s hands scrabbled for something to hold, first the headboard, then the pillows, then Madison’s wrists as if she needed anchoring. The wild energy from earlier had gone molten, every muscle in Liv’s body strung tight and vibrating. Ryan’s thighs shook from the effort and from the way Liv’s rectum clamped at every withdrawal. Sweat stung Ryan’s eyes, ran down his chest, and dripped off his jaw onto Liv’s back, where it slicked into her skin.

It came on fast, a shudder that started in Liv’s calves and knotted its way up her spine. She bucked, gasped, head thrown back like a model at the exact moment the flashbulb went off. Liv toppled forward, shoulders down and hips up, legs spread instinctively to keep herself from sliding off the mattress. She looked over her shoulder, and something about her blown pupils and open mouth made Ryan’s pulse stutter. He dug both hands into the plush of her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass, and drove in again, deeper, watching the ripple up her back.

Madison rolled beside them, bracing Liv by the waist, her cheek pillowed in Liv’s hair as she whispered filthy encouragement, the actual words lost in the thumping in Ryan’s ears. He pumped into her with a rhythm that got more ragged the longer he went, cock swelling and tingling at the base, the pressure blurring all other sensation. Liv whimpered, each exhale sharper, needier, and Madison’s gaze alternated between Liv’s face and Ryan’s cock disappearing with every thrust. Every pump was met by Liv’s hips, rocking backward to swallow him.

Ryan knew he was close, so goddamn close, balls aching, entire body electric. He forced himself to slow, just for one second, cock still buried, hips flush to Liv’s ass. The prickly heat of her skin, the sweetness of her sweat, the desperate animalistic sound she made, it all made the fire in him unbearable. Madison stared straight at him over Liv’s shoulder.

He pulled back, every ridge of Liv’s body clinging to him, and then drove in again, the movement sharp, the friction so intense it nearly made him dizzy. There was no resistance, not anymore. Liv’s breath scattered out as the bed shook beneath them, bedframe threatening to give, every piston of Ryan’s hips slamming Liv down into the soft, sweaty crater they’d pressed into the sheets.

Ryan felt it coming, the charge winding up from the soles of his feet and through his thighs. His fingers left white imprints in Liv’s skin. Madison’s eyes watched, steady and dilated, and then she leaned in close to Liv’s ear, her breath shaking with effort as she hissed, "Take it, just take all of him…"

Behind the words was a challenge, and Liv rose to meet it, steadying herself for the final onslaught. She drove her hips backward, burying him to the hilt, and it was too much. Ryan came, with a sound he didn’t recognize as his own, pumping into her while her whole body tensed and fluttered around him. The pressure left him seeing stars, a white haze shimmering at the edge of his eyes. He held himself deep until the last shiver passed through her, then slowly eased out of Liv’s backdoor.

The room was quiet now, the heat of the night still lingering in the air. Olivia and Madison lounged side by side on the bed, their hair tousled and skin flushed, while Ryan leaned back against the headboard, catching his breath. For a moment, none of them spoke.

Madison shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow and giving Ryan a sly smile. “So... is that thanks enough for stepping in earlier?” she asked, her voice teasing, playful, and heavy with implication. Olivia leaned in, brushing her fingers lightly against Ryan’s arm. “Yeah,” she added, her tone soft but flirty. “I mean, you did make sure I stayed safe and made sure I didn’t have to worry about anything.”

“More than enough,” he said, his tone calm and confident, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips betrayed that he appreciated the acknowledgment in a way words alone couldn’t capture.

Olivia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good,” she said, letting her fingers trail over his chest teasingly. Madison leaned closer, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. “We just wanted to make sure you knew,” she murmured, voice soft but intimate.

Ryan’s gaze softened as he looked at them both, the weight of the evening settling around them. “Trust me,” he said, “I know exactly how much I’m being thanked.” His hand brushed over theirs, connecting them silently, a shared understanding passing between all three of them.

The End