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- poly task force x fem afab reader. ╰ you said you would never warm up to them, but it’s hard not to when you start to see them in a different view, now your bent over a desk
It started with only two of them at first. Names you learned not long after: Johnny and Kyle.
They'd kidnapped you and kept you in the basement of a small log cabin, bringing you food and occasionally company. Johnny had a habit of coming down to ramble about whatever was on his mind, sometimes dragging Kyle with him and a deck of cards so you could play uno together.
But from the way they argued upstairs, it was obvious they'd bitten off more than they could chew. That's when “Ghost”showed up.
The first time he introduced himself, his gaze fell over you in a quick up and down sweep before he muttered, "Ghost," and turned to leave, heavy boots thudding up the stairs.
He always wore a mask around you, a faded black balaclava with a white skull stretched over the front until the day he didn’t, this time he’d brought your food without it. He never brought it up so neither did you.
For a while, it was just the three of them. Until one night you heard four pairs of steps instead of three.
The newcomer looked older than the rest, a weathered fisher hat pulled low, snug against his head, his fingers raked through a neatly kept beard. His eyes lingered on you before a small smirk tugged at his lips.
"So you're the little birdie they've been talking about, huh? Call me John, love."
You told yourself you'd never warm up to them. well, not any more than you already had. Johnny and Kyle had kidnapped you, after all. Then “Ghost” and John showed up, and neither seemed too concerned about your situation.
But days bled into weeks, and somewhere along the way, the rules changed. The heavy padlock on the basement door stayed unlatched more often. Soon, they were letting you upstairs, at first only when someone was watching, but eventually, you were free to roam the cabin.
The only locks left were on the front and back doors. You weren't stupid: you knew you wouldn't be walking out of here any time soon. Still… it felt different.
You started noticing things you shouldn't have: The way Kyle's shirt clung to his shoulders after he came back from the gym, the strain of Ghost's forearms when he carried in groceries,, the way John's fingers flexed when he flicked the burnt ash off the tip of his cigarette . And Johnny... Johnny was trouble. Always grinning, always leaning too close, smelling faintly of firewood smoke and something warm you couldn't name.
Your days fell into an odd rhythm.
Mornings were quiet, Kyle usually making you breakfast as Simon, who finally told you his real name sat next to you quietly sipping a warm cup of tea , John came and went but he always made sure to spend time with his birdie. He'd already showed you all the Indiana Jones movie, most evenings consisted of you and him curled up together on couch watching or rewatching one while he rambled offhandedly about the franchise.
Johnny was the one who was around most of the time, either fixing up the small things around the cabin that needed to be fixed or sketching in his sketchbook, he'd draw you once while you ate lunch and came over to show you it. Scratching the back of his head he muttered it was nothing special but in your eyes it was amazing and after that whenever he wanted to draw you again he'd just ask, biting his cheek in concentration as you drew down the pose you were doing
He was restless in a way the others weren't, forever tapping a rhythm on the counter or fiddling with something in his hands. He had a habit of finding you wherever you were: leaning in the doorway while you made yourself a sandwich, or leaning over the back of the couch while you read, far too close when there was no reason for him to be there.
It was the same today. You were curled up on the couch, flipping lazily through book Kyle said was good, when he flopped down beside you without asking.
"Bored?" he stretched his arm across the back of the couch so casually it felt deliberate.
You gave him a side glance. "A little"
He grinned. "Knew it hen. You need just need something to loosen you up"
You rolled your eyes but didn't move away when his arm brushed your shoulders. He was warm, always, his body radiating heat
Later, when the sun had dipped behind the trees, you heard the front door creaked open, and in Johnny stepped, a grin plastered on his face. In his hand was a bottle of Whisky
"Got something for you," he said, holding it up before tossing his jacket on the armchair. "Figured we could share. Loosen you up a bit, yeah?"
"Is that... whiskey?" You murmured
"Aye, the good stuff Bonnie" He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig before handing it to you. "Go on”
Reluctantly you took the bottle from his large hands. The first sip burning the back of your throat, making you cough.
Johnny only laughed, reaching over to pat your knee. "Atta girl. That's how you know it's working”
One sip turned into two, then three. Soon, you were both stretched out on the couch, passing the bottle back and forth. You told him about stupid things you'd done as a teenager. He told you about fights he'd gotten into in bars, about a motorcycle he'd once owned and wrecked, about the time Kyle nearly shot him in the foot.
And at some point, you realized you were leaning against him, your shoulder pressed to his chest. His fingers toyed lazily with the hem of your sleeve.
"You're not as bad as I used to think you were” you hummed, taking another swig from the now half empty bottle.
"Not as bad?" his gaze dropped to your mouth with a smirk. "I'll take it”
The air between you felt heavier the more you drank, full of something neither of you wanted to name. You didn't know who leaned in first, but suddenly his mouth was on yours, warm and tasting faintly of whiskey.
He cupped your jaw almost instantly, rough fingertips angling your face so he could fit his mouth to yours more perfectly. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt before you suddenly pushed away, wiping the whiskey off your lips.
"I... want all of you," you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "Not just you- Kyle, Simon and John too.."
It was quiet, most mornings were, but today it was quieter than usual. Simon didn’t tell you any corny dad jokes he’d read from in the morning paper like he usually did after he finished his tea, Kyle didn’t ask you how you sleep nor was your pancake heart shaped when he handed it to you, something else clearly on his mind.
John was still sitting on the back deck, he hadn’t gone on his morning walk like he did every early morning and Johnny was sitting on the couch, restlessly flicking through the tv channels while he drummed his fingers against the wooden coffee table
You waited until John slide the glass door open and came back inside to finally speak
“Why are you all acting so weird?”
Johnny turned his head and sat up on the couch at the sound of your voice, Simon finally looked over to you
“I mean usually you all act a bit weird, but your weirder today” you added as your eyes flicked before the four and waited for one of them to speak up
Price let out a huff scratching the back of his head
“Christ, love… you make it sound like we’ve been caught with our hands in the biscuit tin” he muttered, lips quirking. “Nothing wrong, just Johnny’s got a big mouth, that’s all”
Your eyes flicked to Johnny, who immediately shifted on the couch, ears pink as he ducked his head.
“I- it’s not like that,” Johnny started, then winced when Simon finally shot him a look “Alright, maybe it is like that, I said something I shouldn’t have, about… y’know, us?”
“Us?” you repeated, heart thudding as the room went quiet.
“Us” Simon chimed in bluntly “Sex, you saying you want all of us, stop being around the bush, yeah?”
You looked down at your hands resting in your lap “He’s right” you huffed “I said I want all of you and I do, lets do it then”
“Fuck, you’re tight, Bonnie—” Johnny groaned as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you around him inch by inch.
Price was right in front of you on the bed, one large stroking your cheek as he kept you steady
“Breathe, love,” he muttered, one of his thumbs came down to brush against your lips. “That’s it, your doing so good”
“Oi, don’t act like a dumbass” Kyle spat from beside you, swatting Johnny upside the head when he grinned too wide. He and Simon loomed close over you, cocks already out, both painfully hard, waiting for their turn with you.
When Johnny finally bottomed out, you were already trembling, gripping the sheets as the first real moan ripped from your throat. It had been months: three long, frustrating months since they’d taken you, since you had sex.
It wasn’t like you dared to finger yourself either. You’d thought about it a few times in the dark, but the thought of one of them walking in had always stopped you.
Now, there was no stopping.
Johnny set a steady rhythm, hips buckng against yours as he fucked into you deep.
“Look at you, love, doing amazing yeah?” John murmured from where your head rested in his lap. He was the only one still wearing boxers, not that the thin fabric did anything to hide how hard he was anyway. You could feel it every time you shifted you head
Your hand found his, gripping tight as Johnny drove into you again “Ah- fuck, Johnny, feels so good!” you mewled.
”Yeah, Bonnie?”
“Want me to fill you up?”
His hand slipped down between your thighs, two fingers rubbing quick circles into your clit, and you nearly collapsed against John’s lap.
“Christ” Kyle groaned from the side.
“You feel that?” Johnny leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “So fucking wet for me. Should’ve had you sooner.”
“Want you to come for me, yeah? Think you can do that?”
You could only nod, choking on your moans as your body tensed up tight. With one last thrust, you came undone around him, a cry spilling from your lips as your orgasm tore through you leaving your legs quivering.
Johnny groaned, and with a few more rough thrusts he spilled deep inside you, thick ropes of seed flooding your pussy.
he smirked, brushing sweat damp hair out of your face. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, finally taking what he’d wanted since the night before.
“That was just the warm up, Bonnie,”
You were bent over the desk Johnny often sat at to draw, gripping the edges as Price pounded into you from behind, each thrust making the wood creak beneath you. His grip on your hips was bruising, low groans spilling from his lips as he bottomed you out.
Kyle was in front of you, cock occupying your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as you gagged around him, drool dripping down your chin.
He let out a sharp curse when you swallowed around him, his head falling back.
Johnny was slouched in the armchair he’d pulled up to watch, legs spread and cock lazily fisted in his hand, watching like it was the best show he’d ever seen. “That’s it, Bonnie,” he drawled, smirking when you choked around Kyle’s length. “Look at you taking it, fucking beautiful”
Your whole body jolted when Price landed a hard smack against your ass, the sound loud in the quiet cabin. “Keep still” he grunted, driving himself harder into you until your knuckles turned white against the desk.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Simon. He hadn’t touched you yet. He stood against the wall, mask long forgotten, fist wrapped around his cock as he watched, silent, he was waiting patiently.
Kyle came first. With a ragged groan, he pushed himself as far down your throat as you could take and spilled his hot seed down your throat. Once he got done gently wiping your face clean from spit and cum. His gaze flicked to Simon as if he knew it was his turn.
Price wasn’t far behind, his pace and thrusts turned more sloppy as his cock pulsed inside you. He held you down against the desk, groaning into your shoulder as he spilled himself deep inside your pussy.
When he pulled out, cum leaked down your thighs. You barely had a second to catch your breath before Johnny was on you again, not bothering to hide his grin as he bent down to kiss your pussy sloppy, tasting the saltiness of his, yours, and prices cum mixed together on his tongue.
“Think you’ve got one more in you, Bonnie?” he teased, coming up to brush the sweaty hair off your face. “Cause Si’ is waiting, and he’s not half as patient as he looks”
You shivered at that, lifting your head just enough to meet Simon’s gaze. He was already moving toward you, shoving Johnny aside without a word. He dragged you upright sitting you down on the bed so you were no longer leaning over the desk.
“Open” he ordered simply.
Your lips parted automatically and he pressed his cock against your mouth, sliding in slow until you could taste the precum on your tongue. He didn’t sink into you as fast like the others had: he made you take him inch by inch, wanting you to feel his length, his hand cupping the back of your head as he watched your lips stretch around him.
When you whimpered, he finally murmured, “Good girl” and the sound of his praise was enough to nearly make your knees buckle.
Behind him, you heard Johnny’s laugh, Price’s low hum of approval, and Kyle’s muttered curse. But all you could focus on was Simon: his thick cock heavy on your tongue.
And the worst part? You wanted it. All of them. Every last bit.
I would like to clarify that this is POLY task force meaning they are all dating each other individually none of that dumb stuff where all four of them only date reader im a hypocrite sometimes i’ve probably read or wrote something similar to that before, and maybe reader doesn’t know that yet? and maybe she will soon because I might make this into a little series after kinktober
Also I was supposed to make reader cum a second time with price but forgot to add it in and im just now rereading this before I post so, plus I tend to avoid making longer smut one shots because I feel like they either end up dragged out or done to quickly but this ngl came out pretty good, good pace, good amount of details n all
divider credits - @/strangergraphics
