Synopsis: Ghost and König show you how you belong to
CW: DUBCON, established relationship, begging, manhandling, mention of breeding, breeding, double penetration, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hate sex?, mention of brusies, slight edging, possesive ghost, possesive köing, possesive sex, spanking, alpha/beta/omega dymanics, ABO dynamics, slight malipulation?, dumbification, sir kink, size kink, biting, voyerisum, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, polygamy, throuple, brief pussy slapping, overstimulation, you're not caught but EVERYONE knows, mention of bruises, a few degrading words
Request by @oxbunnehxo
"God, i can smell them on you, it's fuckin' disgusting" the lieutenant alpha growled as he pushed you in some random closet just down the hall from where the teams were celebrating a successful joint mission, König and Ghost brought you along as a plus one, and because you begged to meet their teammates. They courted you when you were a medic in the military, the two giants took a liking to you nearly immediately, using their over-powerful scent to court you and scare away any other potentail suters. They provided for you and cared for you, showing they would make good mates, pampering you until you became their sweet doclie omega.
Gasping as Ghost pushes you front to the closet wall, trapping you with his body, leaning down to your ear level "Ya think that was funny? Throwing yourself over them like some common slag?" he growls, you can feel his anger, opening your mouth hoping to defend yourself, that you were trying to make friends, but Ghost brings his hand down over your ass, hard, the smack ringing out in the barely light space. his hands finding a tight drip on your hips to keep you from squirming away, "Johnny was praticcally eye fuckin' you, wanted a piece of you." Ghost bring his hand down again, harder than the last, causing you to let out a small whimper, "a piece of what is mine", he brings his hand down at same time the sound of the door , a thick accented voice rings out,
"Ours"
Looking up towards the door, your heart feels like it stops, the light in from the hallway illuminates an obscured figure, König, the reality of the situation hits you like a train hitting a brick wall. You were cornered in some small, cramped closet, barley big enough for one alpha let alone two, the same two alphas who were beyond pissed and jealous and more then ready to take it out on you. König slowly closed the door behind him as he entered, making sure you watch to ensure you know there no escape. Both men stared at each other, like they were telepathicly discussing what to do with you. Ghost pulled your body close to his chest, allowing Austrian mountain man to slot in between you and the wall, his hands replacing Ghosts' death grip on your hips.
König was stronger and bigger then Ghost, but it would be a deadly mistake to say the shorter of the duo was weaker, both held their dominace and massive size with pride, they knew how to use it agaisnt you, fucking you with a bittersweey mix of adoration and aggression, ripping you apart with their mouths, fingers and cocks only to put you back together after it was over, especially when they got possesive over you, their mate. They would spend hours using you over and over until you were nothing more then a puddle covered in marks, bruises, both yours and their cum, sweat and tears.
Ghost shoves you into Königs' chest, forcing you to arch your back, making you present to him, "Now, pet, 'm goin' to give you ten and you will count after each one, if i hear a single bratty comment from you, you'll get more, affirmative?" Ghost speaks, a silent order to behave, to take it like a good omega. Nodding your head in agreement when a yelp is pulled from your throat due to another harsh slap, "I want a verbal response, love" giving the irritated flesh a light squeeze.
"Yes, sir" you whimper out, knowing where this is going to go and how it's going to end.
Before you're able to take a breathe to ease your nerves, a loud smack rings out, harder then the previous ones, rougher, harsher. You whine at the sting of the slap and the fabric of your pants rubbing agaisnt the redded flesh, "O-one" you mange to get out, the feeling of gloves burning into hips causes you to jump.
"What do you say, Hase?" Somehow you almost forget about the man holding you up, god you can hear the smirk in his voice, "Thank you, sir" earning a lgrowl of approval from both of them, a few more quick smacks are given, Ghost alternating between each cheek, you swallow air as you shakily count "Two...t-hree, fo-four", thanking your mates after each one.
The Austrian man pawing at your hips helped distract you from the British man breathing down your neck, until a gloved hand finds its way around your neck, gently pulling your head up to check on you, to check if you're ok, giving make a soft smile as Ghost pulls his mask up to his nose and presses himself againt you freshly abused ass. Placing a gentle kiss to his claim mark, Köings' was in the same location on the opposite side. He pulled his mask and attacked your mouth in an open kiss while Ghost nipped at your neck, leaving fresh marks, out of the two of them he was always the mouthy one.
Ghost grinds against your ass, sending waves of stinging pain and unregulated pleasure to your brain, their scents clouding your senses and thoughts, easing you into a false sense of secuity. König started to unbuckle your belt and barely gets your jeans down your thighs before Ghost shoves a gloved hand in between them and presses two fingers against your slit. "It is stupid to think you are getting what you want to easily," his voice was loud and hard to ignore, laced with a thick austrian accent, a strict contrast between Ghosts' slightly more quite and gravelly one, accompanied with his own heavy manchester accent.
A loving hand makes its way through your hair, you bath in it until you head is pulled back from its place on Königs' chest "You have to beg for it, hase" He rasps, eyes boring into yours, an attempt to hide you face is cut short by Ghost, "He said beg", already growing tired with this so called bratty behaviour. Swallowing your tongue, attempting to calm your nerves for the second time tonight.
"Please, i'm sorry, i was trying to make friends" you beg, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, "I-I didn't mean to, please...please". A sign was heard but you couldn't tell who it came from, a kiss was placed on your scalp, a quiet message before your trousers and panties were ripped down your legs and thrown by the closed door, follwed by your shirt and bra, "We know, hase, but we stiil need to make sure they know your ours" König explains, you relax a little knowing they weren't fully mad. He move a gloved hand from your hips to your thigh and pulls it up and on his waist, keeping it in a tight grip, the other leg barely touching the ground, having to be on tip-toes to keep balanced as Ghost toys with you. Enough pressure to feel his fingers dancing over your sweet bundle of nerves but not enough to bring pleasure, Königs' hands on your thigh and hip preventing you from grinding agaisnt them.
The Brit removes one of his gloves, safely securing it in his pocket, then bringing his fingers to your entrance, circling it to collect as much slick on his fore and middle fingers, slowly entering his fingers into you, filling you up. He moves foward more, using their size against you, restraining you in the middle as they take you apart, dragging his fingers in and out, prolonging your punishment. Both men look at each other, then down a you, coming to the same idea. A sudden jolt of pain rips through you as they bite you, hard, right over their respective marks, restating their claim.
You are their, and everyone must know it.
The other participants attending could probably smell and hear what was happening, König calmly moves high fingers up and down your thigh, moving his hand from your hip to your neglected clit, before removing the glove, following the same method as Ghost, collects some of your slick and moves his fingers towards you ass, entering it without warning, you're unable to move as you take their thick, rough fingers. letting them strech you out.
Once they've deemed you streched and prepped enough, they remove their finger, earning a whimpering moan from, Ghost quickly slaps your clit for it, silently telling you to keep quite, that was for later. You waited with shallow breathes as the sound of your alphas remove themsleves from their pants, the soft sound of precum being spread over their cocks, Ghost collects moreof your slick and spreads it over your back enterance. Slowly you move your hands, wanting to feel them, feel them in your hands, in your mouth, inside you.
That fantasy was short lived as Ghost pins your hand behind you back and you freeze, like prey caught by a predator, "Did you think you'd get away with that?" He husks in your ear, both alphas soak in your whines and you feed you their cocks, inch by inch, until their flush against your skin.
Then they still.
You attempt to move, both laugh down at you, watching you try to bounce on dicks, "We haven't done anything and you are already cockdrunk?" the venom dripping in his voice, so you sit and wait, being used asa cockwarmer.
One deep inside your cunt, the other deep inside you ass.
You've never felt so good, swimming in your combained pheromones and scent, slowly slipping into a complicit mindstate, that's when they move, when one pulls out the other thrusts in, keeping you full and constantly suspended in a blissful and cockdrunk state.
König pulls your head away from his chest once again by your hair, forcing you to take what they're giving you without hiding, all the while Ghost slips his remaining gloved hand over your puffy clit, pinching and rubbing it.
Your soft moans can probably be heard from the party, you're sure of it, but at this point you find it hard to care, the pleasure making you lose the ability to think clearly, focusing on what the alphas are giving you. "Moan for us, pet, scream for us. Let them know who you belong to" Ghosts' heavy accent sctraches something deep in your brain, and you lose yourself completely, moaning louder into the confides of the closet.
"That's our dumb hase, can't even think for herself, Needs her big, strong alphas to protect her" The Austrian man in front of you grunts out.
"Mmm, you're lucky we found you, who knows what'd have happened if someone else got you" The British man behind you growls out.
They talk as if you're not there. Not being pumped full of their cock. Not sandwiched between their bodies, drool slowly running down from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back into your head as you mutter and mumble incoherently, brain shut off, not register anything. Expect for one word,
Breed.
Numbly you nod your head, trying to beg them to breed you, but nothing but moans leave your mouth, unware of what you just agreed too.
Without warning both men pick up the pace, pounding into you with such aggresive stamina all you can out are squeals and squeaks, you're preety sure you'll be unable to walk after this as another orgasm is pulld from you.
You lost count how mant you've had. 5? 10? The sensitivity and overstimulation is felt through the bond and the alphas litter your neck and shoulders in more bites, you can feel more bruises forming on your hips, waist and thigh, there might be some on your wrists by the end as well. You wonder how'll you be able to walk after, most likely won't without a limp, but all that can be discussed later as another orgasm leaves you at the same time your mates dump another load of their cum into you.
But that doesn't stop them, and before you know it, you're on the edge of another orgasm.
"You want to came? Do you want us to breed you full?"
You're unsure who's speaking but give out a breathy, strained moan in response.
"I think we have fuck her dumb" They laugh at you condition, thrusting back into you, set on completing their mission, to make sure you're packed full of their fertile cum before they leave the event.
Growls, grunts and moans fill the space between as the giant alphas use you for their pleasure, pushing and pulling you in every which direction.
In and out, in and out.
Back and forth, back and forth.
The slaps of your bare skin is muffled agaisnt the fabric of their pants, a painful reminder that you're practiclly exposed while their fully dressed, your lower body tingles from lack of use, you can feel your joints stiffening up. The mixure of fluids between your thighs is in a constant state of uncomfortably dry and sickly wet.
"C'mon you can give us one more, can't you?" The man city alpha breathes out, it feels like a taunt, one you can reply to as the familiar feeling of another orgasm begins to build in your belly, squirming to try and get away from the sensations in all in vein as Ghost presses you impossibly closer to König.
"I- c..can't ple-" you can barely get a full sentance out, to far into the throws of pleasures, "Ja, you can and you will" König grits out, his hips slam into Ghosts' gloved hand that found it's way back to you slit. When did that happen? Thieir tatics effectivly pushing you closer to the edge.
"N-No.. it-" Your orgasms barrels through you without warning, catching you off gaurd, cutting you off as you scream from the intensity of it. The last of your strengh gives out, bringing along the last of your cognitive thoughts with it, leaving you limp and twitching. Both alphas growl, deep grunts as they cum a few moments later, deep inside you, mindlessly fucking it deeper into you to make sure it takes.
Feeling like you're floating as they let you go, gently placing you down back on the ground as they pull out, König keeps you against his torso to prevent you from collapsing, Ghost fetches your discared clothes and helps you get re-dressed, telling you how much their going to pamper you once you get home. König gently picks you up, the feels of sweat anf drying cum is making you uncomfortable, but promises of a warm bubble bath is enough to calm you. He keeps giving sweet words in austrian as you feel your sense return. Ghost leaves back to the main gathering to gather any left behind belongings, not really caring about announcing their leave.
Drifting in and out of sleep, you can faintly hear a few words the British alpha is saying, the awkardness and strained responses from everyone there. They all replied in quick words, all very eagar for the three of you leave. Your cheeks burn red after you hear a well know scottish accent say 'not to wear the bonnie to thin'. Burying yourself back into König again at the realisation as your brain connects the dots. They heard, everyone at the party heard everything.
