….gang bang with the droogs fic? 🥹
perhaps…🫣 no but fr, since responding to requests for the droogs, i’ve BEEN thinking about this‼️😏
the conducted crescendo - acwo droogs x reader
gang bang‼️ powerful underground devotchka uses her beauty to orchestrate a symphony of indulgence with the gang
warnings‼️ smut, polyamory, oral m+f!receiving, p in v, creampie, anal, double penetration, fingering
i navigate the gritty sprawl of this dystopian city, my heels gromky against the cracked pavement like a skorry metronome. as a bolshy figure in the underground, overseeing the stitch and flow of black-market vesches, i’ve carved out a reputation like a siren’s call; feared by prestoopnicks and desired by malchicks alike. my beauty isn’t some gloopy gift from bog; it’s a nozh i’ve sharpened over the years, how a sly rot-twist or a lingering glazzy can bend vecks to my will, opening doors to deals and delights.
but this nochy ain’t about crasting power or forging alliances; it’s more like pure indulgence, a release i’ve orchestrated. weeks back is when i first viddied alex and his droogs in the korova milkbar, their nadsat golosses weaving tales that sparked my interesso. i approached them as an equal, govreeting propositions over shared moloko. i kopat how their ultra-style could satisfy my deepest desires, and in turn, i could grant them special favors. no drasting, no tolchocking, just a symphony where i conduct the crescendo, using them for my pleasure while teasing protection from the grahzny rozzes.
now, i itty into the korova milkbar, the air all thick and hazy with the smoke of cancers. the starry synth warbles pulse, bezoomny rhythms filling the dim cantora where cheenas peet from chashas and malchicks lurk with gullivers brimming with mischief. alex and his droogs, georgie, the skorry veck with piercing glazzies, dim, the big lomtick of plechos, pete, the quiet one with his calm, introspective litso; are sprawled in their usual corner, suspenders taut over shirts, codpieces bulging proud-like over tucked britvas.
alex viddies me first, rising slow, his blue glazzies loveting mine, a real horrorshow smile splitting his rot wide. “my commanding devotchka,” he govoreets in that velvety nadsat drawl, offering a rooker all polite and steady, no grabby cal. “come join thy droogs for the old in-out symphony thou hast plotted, eh?”
my heart grows skorry with a building heat as i slide in between them; feeling the warmth of their pletchos pressing close in the booth, smelling the mingled von of their platties, sweat, and kroovy wrapping around me. dim smecks deep in his gorlo, shifting his bolshy plot to make mesto, his litso covered in a grin. “horrorshow to viddy you, sister. your beauty and power make this nochy shine like the luna this fine nochy, got me all stirred like a chasha of moloko.”
georgie leans in close, his rooker brushing my skin light and teasing, just a gentle touch like probing a lock before a malenky crash. “the plot is all set, eh?” pete nods soft and sincere, his glazzies meeting mine with calm assurance. “yeah, all willing and eager.”
we peet the plus deliberate and slow and the slovos tumble out between us. i recount the path that led me here, starting at a dobby rabbit in a grahzny gazetta office; viddying the cracks in the system, using my looks to charm secrets from gullivers, flashing a smile to slip past millicents, building an empire of shadows where i pull strings. alex slooshies rapt, glazzies wide, sharing how my bold proposition weeks ago sparked a new fire in them, ittying here this evening without their usual bezoomny ways. georgie admits my beauty had him hooked from the first viddy, dim govoreets how my power makes him feel malenky yet excited, pete whispers of the deeper connect beyond flesh.
the moloko hits its peak and alex creeches the signal with a nod, his goloss low and commanding. “time to itty off, droogs; to my flat for our private crescendo, away from prying glazzies.”
i agree with a knowing grin, and we pile out and into a durango 95’ i’ve arranged through my contacts. not some crasted auto, but a sleek borrow from a favor-owing malchick. it roars like a koshka in heat, the wind whipping my voloss wild. smecks echo through the auto; dim’s bolshy guffaws thundering, georgie’s jabs sharp as a nozh, pete’s quiet chuckles soft as some shoom in the nochy, alex’s goloss tying it all together, vareeting how this nochy will be a horrorshow to remember.
we tumble into the cluttered flat, door slamming behind like punctuation, beethoven posters viddying down on us with stern but approving glazzies. alex lowers the lights to a malenky, intimate glow, and turns on the player to a perfect score for our unfolding plan. he turns to me, rookers cupping my litso gentle and reverent, no rush. “ready for the main act, my lovely? the in-out as we’ve govoreeted, all horrorshow and under thy slovo?”
“yes,” i breathe hot against his rot, pulling him close for a deep, consuming kiss, our liprods meshing fierce, yahzicks entwining like drasting serpents. the others circle slow and patient, viddying with hungry glazzies until i beckon them with a wave of my rooker, drawing them into the dance.
dim moves behind me first, his bolshy rookers settling on my behind, kneading the flesh firm. “feel horrorshow, devotchka?” he murmurs low in my ooko, and i moan, arching back into him, feeling his hard malchick press insistent through his platties like a promise of girth to come.
georgie and pete join seamless, their rookers roaming. georgie unbuttons my blouse with skorry, teasing fingers, exposing my groodies to the cool air, nipples hardening like malenky pebbles under his gaze. pete slides my skirt up and neezhnies down slow, inch by inch, his rookers grazing my thighs and making my yahma throb with anticipation. my plot heats, wetness slicking my inner thighs already.
nagoy now, my plot all exposed and eager, i recline bedways, nogas parting wide and inviting. alex kneels between them, his rot hovering teasing, then yahzick flicking malenky and precise circles around my clit. he laps at the flowing juices and sucks gentle on the sensitive nub until sparks explode in my kroovy. dim kneels beside, his bolshy rookers engulfing my groodies, squeezing the soft flesh. his fingers twist and pinch my nipples with just the right pressure, sending jolts straight to my core like lightning strikes. georgie skvats my left rooker, guiding it to his throbbing malchick, hot and veiny in my grasp; i stroke slow and grahzny, feeling him pulse and leak. pete itties in on the right, his rot trailing kisses down my gorlo, sucking malenky love marks.
the sensations layer thick, alex’s rot delving deeper, yahzick thrusting and curling to tolchock that sweet mesto inside while his rookers spread me wider. he rises skorry, lining himself up to me, and sheathes himself deep inside without warning. i platch and moan, spina arching off the mattress as the first climax crashes over me almost immediately; walls clenching around him, kroovy singing with release, echoing with the music.
panting, still trembling, i creech hoarse, “switch, droogs.” they rotate smooth, georgie now between my nogas, his length sliding in my slick yahma easy, filling me up perfect. his thrusts start rhythmic as the symphony, hips slamming into mine with wet slaps. alex moves up to my rot, his slick tool, still tasting of me, pressing against my rot. i open eager, taking him deep; yahzick swirling around the gulliver, bobbing my litso to take more, hollowing cheeks for suction that makes him groan low and grip my voloss. georgie’s fingers find my clit, circling skorry and firm while he pounds. dim’s rooker kneading a groody grahzny now, pinching harder and making me moan around alex. he thrusts harder into my rot, tolchocking the back of my gorlo, making me platch gromky. georgie grinds deeper into me, rooker still skorry, as if the two are competing for who can make me finish first. pete shifts to my side, his rot latching onto the free groody, biting light and playful-like, zoobies grazing the nipple and sending shivers through my plot. his yahzick swirls lazy as he watches, taking it all in with bolshy glazzies.
georgie’s pace quickens, thrusting deeper, skorry, the friction building another peak fast, my walls fluttering around him. i cum again, muffled platches around alex’s length as he finishes down my gorlo. my whole plot shudders as georgie pulls out, spilling his seed on my stomach with a grunt.
no pause, they shift me onto all fours like a lewd soomka in full heat. dim positions behind, his bolshy malchick, thick as my wrist, presses at my yahma, easing in slow despite the stretch. he thrusts deep and powerful, rookers crasting my hips. he pulls me back onto him, with each tolchock my groodies bouncing wild. pete stays behind, loveting viddies of me as he pleasures himself shamelessly, gloopy whimpers escaping his rot. alex and georgie kneel front, their revived tools in my rookers, me stroking them skorry and syncopated, alternating sucks.
dim’s pounding intensifies, reaching around to pinch my clit between thrusts, sending me over again, climax ripping through me like a gromky wave. my walls milk him until he pulls out, spilling hot across my back.
we continue, me straddling pete now, sinking down onto his malchick, riding him slow and grinding deep. his rookers on my hips guide the rhythm, his length tolchocking spots that make stars burst in my glazzies. alex positions behind, rookers lubed with spittle from his own rot, teasing me gentle and probing. he slips in one finger, then two, scissoring to prep. always govoreeting, “yeah, devotchka? horrorshow?” with concern in his goloss. i moan, pushing back eager, so he eases his tool in careful, inch by inch, the penetration stretching me full beyond belief. it’s a horrorshow mix of pain and ecstasy, their lengths separated by nothing but a thin wall, rubbing together inside me as they thrust in alternating rhythm.
georgie kneels by my rot, feeding me his member, me skvating him deep in my gorlo while dim stands beside; my free rooker stroking his massive girth, fingers soaked with our mixed fluids. the sensations overwhelm, pete and alex’s coordinated in-out, georgie’s tool gagging my rot pleasant, dim’s throbbing in my grasp. it all builds to a shattering climax, my yahmas convulsing around them, pete spilling out around me, platches choked.
we pause a malenky bit for more moloko from alex’s stash, peeting while govoreeting deeper into the nochy. i share secrets of my empire, how i use beauty to manipulate malchicks and millicents alike. they confess how my power excites them beyond the physical, wishing for alliances beyond this bed. it reignites the fire, making the resumption sweeter, like returning to a favorite symphony after intermission.
alex lays me back, his clever rooker curling fingers inside, thumb circling the malenky nub skorry, bringing me to a quick peak with expert touches. georgie takes over for rhythmic missionary, nogas over his plechos, pounding with eye contact, whispering nadsat filth. dim stands and lifts me onto his girth, bouncing me grahzny. pete finishes tender during reverse cowgirl, me grinding slow.
we add malenky games; blindfolding with a tashtook to heighten the senses, a gloopy vibrating toy. hours blur into a sweat-slicked haze, climaxes piling, releases painting my plot.
finally, spent-like after the greatest horrorshow, plots tangled, we collapse, smecking soft. they stroke my voloss, “real horrorshow, lovely,” one of them mumbles; and i drift in their midst, plotting future indulgences.
