something something nikolai asking the team to dogsit for him...
18+ (suggestive & brief smut) p. two
cw: fem!reader, exhibitionism, heavy petplay, boot humping, poly!141, uhh i think that's it ?, word count: 828
“You have a dog?” Kyle questions, lips parted in disbelief.
Simon snorts, mask lifted just enough to allow him to take a sip of his pint. “Got ‘imself a shop dog.”
Nikolai scoffs, leaning back against the booth of the dingy pub. “Not a dog,” he emphasizes the word with borderline disgust before continuing. “I have a puppy; she is a cute and eager little thing.”
Johnny can’t help but laugh. “Didnae think ye were the pet type of lad, Nik?”
“I like to have something to dote on,” he shrugs, sending a smirk John’s way. “My shchenochek is so well behaved– always happy to sit and watch me work.”
“If yer pup’s trained, why nae just take the lass with ye?” Johnny asks, brows furrowed.
Simon nods, hand grasping his sergeant’s shoulder. “Dead righ’ there, Soap. And why does it take four people t’ watch yer mutt, Nik?”
He sighs, head thrown back as he finishes what is left in his glass. “She has too much energy, hates to sit still– could not trust her to stay in the heli.”
Based on the way the men nod and glance at each other, they seem to all agree that’s a fair point.
“Fine, we’ll watch your pet,” John caves, giving his friend a knowing look.
“Cap…” Kyle whispers, eyes wide as he stares at the light pink kennel that’s covered in various blankets, pillows, and plushies– and sitting in the center of it is you.
The collar around your neck is a thick leather material– a small tag hangs from it reading shchenochek in a dainty font. A pair of rather expensive-looking ears is pressed snugly against your head.
He nearly moans when he notices the matching tail peeking through the carefully placed hole in the back of your thin underwear.
Simon shifts, a poor attempt to hide his hard cock as he also glances over your barely covered body. “Wha’ the fuck, Nik?” he mutters, unable to look away from the sparkly leash that’s anchoring you to the nearest table leg.
“She wanders. I do not want her to get hurt,” he says simply– as if the leash is what any of the men are caught up on right now.
John just sighs, shaking his head before turning to Nikolai. “I take it this is your puppy then?”
Smiling, the man nods, beaming with pride as he walks over to you, his fingers trailing down your body before finally untying your tether.
He walks ahead of you, tenderly tugging at your leash to follow him, until he’s got you in front of the team– presenting you to them. “Puppy, greet.”
You smile widely at them, voice chipper as you introduce yourself.
The way you eagerly listen to the command before glancing over at Nikolai for approval, John can’t help but be reminded of his own pups soldiers. Heat rushes straight to his gut– the thought causes his cock to twitch in his jeans in a way he can’t deny.
For once in his life, Johnny’s speechless, mouth dry as he gawks at the sheer lace that’s barely covering your chest.
“Sit,” as soon as the word leaves Nik’s mouth, you’re on the ground, hands wrapped around his leg as you nuzzle your face into his pants.
It's hard to focus on the list of rules Nikolai is giving them when they can all see how desperate you are. Soft whines leave your lips as you start to grind your dripping cunt against his boot– the shoe glistening with your slick.
He glances down at you, softly chuckling at you. His fingers wrap around the leather to tug your collar flush against your throat, watching your eyes roll back as you gasp for air.
“You see why I can not leave my shchenochek alone now, da? Such a needy little puppy,” he coos, making no move to stop you from humping at his foot.
He glances back up at the men, ignoring the way your teeth nip at his jeans, drool dampening the denim material.
Even if their eyes never leave your body, John and Simon have some form of self-restraint– or at least they pretend to. From the way John’s hand grips the lieutenant’s shoulder, Nikolai can tell it’s taking everything in him not to bend the large man over right there.
Less subtly, Kyle keeps shifting where he stands. He hopes the small moans falling from his lips are quiet enough to pass off as shaky exhales– they aren’t.
Johnny, however, isn’t even bothering to pretend to care. He’s already palming himself through his jeans, pressing down harder each time you whine and whimper when his shoe brushes against your swollen clit.
“There are rules– she has a routine. She is not allowed to–” He cuts himself off, quickly realizing the men are too busy staring at his shchenochek to pay attention to what he’s saying.
No matter– he will simply leave them a written list.
The boys won’t let you shower for hours after they’ve come inside you.
They’ve just spent an exorbitant amount of time stuffing you full of their cum so why would they let you clean it out immediately? You’ll ruin their hard work :(
They make you wait at least long enough so it starts getting really sticky, and getting it out becomes so much of a chore you really might as well just leave it in.
They’ll check for it too. Make sure you haven’t disobeyed. Hours later bending you over in some broom closet just to take a quick peek. Or maybe send a photo to the group chat. Just to confirm.
It’s not that deep, you’re not that dumb, you’re just drunk and wanting a good time with your girls. Your friends have been begging for you to come out and let go and this week has been so fucking hard you finally agree. Little black dress, and bright red heels with Prada perfume spritz on every part of you your friend said it ‘needed to go’.
This is what you needed. The music so loud you couldn’t think, just the right amount of alcohol to bring you that buzz without being totally black out drunk. Sweat clung to your skin as you danced your heart out in the shitty club, the air stank of Brittany spears perfume, spilt alcohol and coconut.
You looked sexy, felt sexy while you grinded on your friend to the beat and giggled about it afterwards while another friend came back from the bar with shots. You drank yours quickly, face scrunching up with the burn in the back of your throat.
“I’m going for a vape, you comin?” Your bestie whose name you’ve embarrassingly forgotten right this second offered and you just nodded. Saying yes was so easy after hearing no from work all week.
The fresh air was nice after the heat inside, but climbing the stairs to the third floor while drunk had you reconsidering. “Here.” A red apple ice something Mary was shoved into your hand for you to take a drag from. Though when she gets out another one from her bag you suppose the vape is yours now.
You feel yourself sway to the music that is still hearable from upstairs, the wind feels nice on your hot skin. “I need to pee, I’ll be back.” Your friend says loud enough that it’s not classed as a whisper and you just nod as she slides away, taking another drag while you stare at the city all lit up.
Maybe this right here is why they are always asking you to join them, the small moment of peace you’re feeling now. And after a lousy week it’s fucking serene to be stood on the top floor of a shitty club, a buzz pulsing through your veins and a nicotine rush making you a little light headed.
It’s perfect.
Until it’s ruined.
“Hello beautiful.” You manage to hear the words through the slight ringing in your ears. Turning you find a man staring at you as though he wants to eat you. He’s not bad looking, but the sleazy hunger in his eyes immediately puts you off.
“You new around here? I’m guessing you’re not mated, you’ve no alpha scent on you.” He says and you think the alcohol has made you hallucinate. Before your brain is even conjuring up an answer you’re interrupted.
“Get the fuck away from my best friend.” You turn to find your bestie’s face twisted angrily.
“Farah! I missed you. Where have you been?” Walking forward you hug her, suddenly like two wires have sparked you remember her name once more.
“I went to pee like I said.” She laughed at your clear memory loss thanks to the constant stream of sex on the beach and whatever shots your other friends had kept buying.
“Oh yeah.”
“Let’s go back.” Farah says holding your hand as she eyes the man who doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. She pulls you away with every intention of leaving. Texting the other girls that you were going home before she’s pressing the phone to her ear. You follow her mindlessly, her hand locked tight around yours while she waits for whoever it is to pick up.
She sighs with relief when they do, “Track my phone, there’s a rogue here and I’m with her.” You don’t understand what she’s talking about though you think the alcohol is fiddling with your brain and you’re sure she’d be making sense if you were sober.
There’s loud shouting on the other end of the phone, Farah hissing before she’s apologising for encouraging you out. “I figured it would be safe considering we’re on pack grounds.” More shouting follows before you’re bored.
“Farah come on I wanna go back in and dance!” You whine tugging on her hand. She smiles at you sympathetically before she’s dragging you down the last set of stairs and outside the building. A black suv pulls up right outside, it has a queasy feeling building in your stomach. Especially when two men get out and advance towards you.
“Don’t you look bonnie.” The one with a mohawk grins down at you. You don’t want to, in fact your brain is screaming at you not to but you preen under the words. A small mewl slipping from your throat when his finger tips glide under your chin tilting your head back just enough for him to look into your eyes.
You feel something snap into place as he inspects you, a string that was loose and dangling suddenly pulled tight. You’re so busy staring at this gorgeous man and his deep blue eyes you forget anyone else is there until Farah speaks.
“I’m so sorry I thought this would be safe. He shouldn’t even be on our territory. How did he get in?”
“We can worry about that in the morning. We need to get her back to the house before she goes into heat.” You look past mohawk’s shoulder to where the Mancunian accent is coming from to see a skull mask. Beautiful brown eyes surrounded by black. He’s built like a tank and sticks out like a sore thumb.
“Cmon lass, let’s get you home.”
“Johnny.” Skull man clicks his tongue at mohawk.
“Wha? It will be soon.” Johnny scoffs before smiling down at you. It’s then you notice you’re seeing double, your stomach gurgles and your mouth salivates.
“I think I’m gonna vomit.” You warn just before you bend over and throw up all over his shoes. The last thing you remember is some Scottish man swearing before the world fades to black.
Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - Friends With Benefits (Or More?) - Part 2
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“I want…answers..” you breathed out, trying to keep your mind focused on how angry and hurt you were by them, instead of the tingling sensation that was slowly spreading all over your body.
“Course ye do, bon” Johnny whispered, his lips momentarily leaving your neck to place a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, before going back to sucking the sensitive skin of your already hickey filled neck.
“And you’ll get em,” Kyle added softly, John's hand softly turning your head towards the Sergeant; meaning that you were so close to him your lips were inches away from his.
His pupils were dilated, the brown of his irises almost completely black; you were sure that the others' eyes mirrored Kyle’s…in fact, at this point you were sure yours were too.
Fuck.
You wanted to lean in and kiss him.
You’d missed them all so much; that this scenario felt too much like a dream to be real.
You wanted to argue with them. Wanted to shout at them. To push them all away from you, both physically and emotionally.
But no matter how much part of you wanted to, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
You just couldn’t.
“Just let us make ya feel good, love,” Simon continued, the slight pleading tone in his voice catching you off guard, so much so it was almost enough to make your knees weak. Then he moved one of his hands from your thigh to your clit, the thin material of your underwear being the only barrier between his thumb and your sensitive nub. And that, that was enough to make your legs tremble in an anticipation.
You were so desperate.
You couldn’t think clearly: about anything.
All you could think about were Simon’s hands on you; Johnny and Kyle’s lips against your skin, as well as their growing erections pretty much flush against your body. You could feel John's hardened length against you too, and you knew without even looking that his eyes were still fixed on you, waiting for an answer to his question.
You let out a shaky breath, as you turned your face back to John; hating how much of a complete mess you looked right now.
You noticed the glint of pride that flashed in his eyes; knowing the effect he and his men were having on you.
“Do I need to repeat the question, sweetheart?” He questioned, the gruffness of his voice enough to make you squirm against Johnny.
“Fuck Bon,” Johnny hissed, his hands squeezing your waist hard as he pulled you back against him more.
“You’re all…real fucking…assholes…”
“Yeah,” Simon chuckled darkly, his thumb moving in circular motions on your clit, “but you still want us to fuck ya, don’tcha, lovie?”
He was taunting you.
Trying to trip you up.
To make you admit how much you wanted this.
How much you needed this.
You hated that he wasn’t wrong.
“They’re asking you questions, baby,” Kyle cooed against your skin, gently wrapping his hand around your throat. Not enough to hurt. But enough to add to the already immense pleasure you were feeling.
The thoughts of what they could do to you, how they could make you feel, how they were already making you feel, made you practically unable to speak.
You knew you needed to answer John; you just couldn’t formulate the words to do so.
“Do you want us to stop?” John asked with a seriousness in his voice.
No.
God no.
You knew that if you said the safe word, or simply told them to stop, they would do so in an instant.
The problem was you didn’t want them to stop.
Simon was right.
You wanted more.
Needed more.
You shook your head, not trusting your own voice.
“Do you want us to fuck you?”
You slowly nodded at his question, again not trusting yourself to speak.
He asked, inching his face closer to yours, the hairs of his beard tickling your face slightly, “words sweetheart,”
You bit the inside of your cheek, your breaths becoming quicker with every passing second.
“Stop,” John ordered; a small groan falling from Johnny, Kyle and even Simon’s lips, but they did as they were told.
They stopped.
And it was enough to make you want to cry out of desperation and frustration.
But you didn’t cry.
Not a single tear fell from your eyes; instead, it just fueled the anger that had already been burning inside of you.
“You…absolute dick..” you seethed; not caring about the rank in the military the man in front of you held, nor the aura of authority he held.
Thankfully he didn’t seem that phased by your outburst.
“If you want them to continue, you know what to do,” he replied simply, his hand moving from your cheek to your bottom lip, his thumb rubbing along it, smearing the red lipstick you were wearing along the side of your mouth slightly.
“I’m not going to beg,” you stated matter of factly.
After everything that had happened; there was no way you were going to beg them to touch you, or fuck you, no matter how desperate you were for them to do so.
A low chuckle fell from John's lips, “I’m not asking you to beg, sweetheart, I’m asking you to answer my question.”
All you had to do was say yes; all you had to say was that you wanted to be fucked.
That was all.
One simple word…
“Yes,” you mumbled; hating that it meant that in this little standoff, that one word meant that John had won.
You waited, but the hands, nor the lips of the others returned to what they were doing, all of them still waiting for permission from their captain; who was still staring at you, as though he expected more.
“Yes what?”
Oh you were going to kill him…after you’d been fucked, obviously. But you were definitely going to kill him.
“Yes,” you began again, “I want to be fucked,”
Answering his question as simply as you could; that didn’t count as begging right?
“Then I’ll fuck you like the brat you’re being,” John stated with a satisfied smirk dancing across his lips, “but first, I’ll let the guys resume what they were doing.”
You were going to argue back and say that you weren’t being a brat, but you didn’t get a chance.
He simply took a few steps back, the words from his mouth being the only thing that all of the three other men needed to hear to resume their previous actions. Making your protest die in your throat.
Kyle’s grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, not enough to make you light headed, at least not yet, but enough to allow everything the others were doing to feel more intense.
Johnny's hands made quick work of removing the red belt from your body before moving his hands to the centre of your t-shirt dress, ripping it open with ease, the buttons popping off in every direction. You didn’t have time to object before he pulled the flimsy material from your body.
For a brief moment, you were left in nothing but your bra and panties.
A very brief moment.
Because Johnny didn’t waste time in unclasping your bra, throwing it somewhere in the flat; unable to keep his hands away from your tits any longer.
A quiet, desperate moan fell from your lips as you leant back into the Scotsman’s touch, his fingers alternating between rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples.
Your underwear didn’t stay on you for long either.
No Simon made quick work of tearing those from your body too; before propping your legs on his shoulders, the red heels you’d been wearing falling from your feet, hitting the floor with a small thump, a sound that didn’t seem to distract any of you from what was going on.
You were all too distracted by the man who was between your legs, devouring your already dripping pussy like a man possessed; desperate for the taste of you.
Instinctively, your hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, partly to steady yourself in the new position you’d found yourself in, but also partly so you could grind your pussy against his mouth easier.
Because Simon wasn’t the only one that was desperate.
“Fuckin’ missed the taste of you, love,” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked core momentarily just to capture the sheer look of pleasure on your face; his lips glistening with your arousal.
He knew you were close.
They all did.
By this point, they knew your body as well as you did; perhaps even better than you did.
That’s why Johnny was thrusting his hips from behind you, pinching your nipples harder, so that you were a writhing mess between him and Simon.
That’s also why Kyle had turned your face to, ensuring to keep one hand wrapped around your throat as he placed a kiss on your lips.
And this was no gentle kiss.
No this kiss was rough and hungry and messy; nothing like Kyle’s normal composed kisses, but you didn’t hesitate in mirroring it exactly.
It was fucking perfect.
And it definitely messed up what of the red lipstick John had left intact.
You didn’t need to look at yourself in the mirror to know how much of a wreck you looked.
But right now, you didn’t care.
Right now, you didn’t care about anything else apart from the pleasure you were experiencing.
You were mere seconds away from coming undone for them; when John's voice cut through the haze of pleasure in your mind.
“Only good girls get to cum when they want sweetheart, brats have to wait until they’re told to”
A frustrated whine fell from your lips as you leant your head back against Johnny's shoulder.
Once again, you wanted to kill John. Because now was not the time for edging.
Normally, you would love to be pushed to your limits like this.
But today? Now? After all that had happened and all the time they’d spent away from you, you weren’t sure how to stop yourself from falling over that edge.
But you were going to try your damndest to not give them the satisfaction of falling apart so easily.
“She’s fuckin’ soaked,” Simon mumbled with a smirk on his face, obviously feeling proud of himself for helping you get into such a state.
“Tell us how good it feels Bon,” Johnny breathed, his lips nipping at the exposed flesh of your shoulder.
“Feels…okay..I guess” you sassed, trying to control your pants and even out your breathing; knowing damn well that that remark was going to get you in more trouble than you could probably handle right now.
But you didn’t care.
They were trying to make you beg for your release.
Were you desperate for it? Yes.
Were you barely holding it together? Yes.
Could you literally come undone at the slightest touch if you let your focus on not cumming, lapse for even a second? Also yes.
But if they were going to treat you like a brat; then you were going to act like a brat.
A low growl came from Simon’s lips as he pulled away from your soaked pussy; his eyes meeting yours, as he sunk two fingers into your dripping pussy, knowing damn well that normally you’d cum undone in moments by such an action.
“How about now, baby?” Kyle asked softly, his voice a whisper in your ear as Simon curled his two fingers inside you making sure to repeatedly tap on your g-spot, over and over again.
You couldn’t talk.
That ability to form words; as well as your determination to be the brat John was telling you you were being, both pretty much disappeared within seconds.
“Please,” the plea fell from your lips before your mind could even truly comprehend the words you’d just said; and what they meant.
That plea; meant that once again, these men had won a challenge against you.
You said you weren’t going to beg.
But you were so fucking desperate now, if begging is what it took for you to be able to cum, then hell, you were just going to have to fucking beg.
“Sorry sweetheart,” John said, taking a step forward, “didn’t quite catch that.”
“Please,” you repeated, the word pretty much coming out as a sob as you tugged on the fistful of Simon’s hair that was still in your hand; the rhythm of the lieutenant's fingers increasing with speed after every plea that fell from your lips.
“Please, sir, please let me cum,” the words slipped effortlessly from your lips, just as effortlessly as you’d slipped back into begging the Captain for permission to cum.
He stared at you; watching you grind against Simon’s fingers and Johnny's dick, his hands still giving ample attention to your tits as he occasionally bit down on your shoulder.
Kyle was at your side, his hand still wrapped around your throat, presumably a little tighter now; but that didn’t stop him from peppering soft kisses on your cheek from where stray tears had fallen.
Your hips were bucking to meet the thrust of Simon’s fingers, so needy, so desperate for more.
So desperate for that sweet release.
And who was he to deny you?
Especially when he knew they all had so much making up to do to you.
Yes this was torturous for you, but it was going to be worth it, he knew that.
And he knew deep down, you knew it too.
“Cum for us,”
You didn’t need to be told again.
Your body had been waiting for permission and as soon as it was given; you couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck,” you cried out, an almost animalistic moan fell from your lips as you went over the edge of pure euphoric bliss.
Kyle’s hand was now so tight around your throat the edges of your vision were fading slightly, you assumed that was because of him at least, or it could have been because of the pure intensity of your orgasm washing over you.
Johnny was kissing you softly on the side of your head; both him and Kyle praising how good you were and talking you through your high.
Simon was still situated between your legs, his mouth back on your core, lapping up all the juices that had come from you, ensuring not to waste a single drop that came from your pussy. His fingers slowly working you through your orgasm, not wanting to stop, wanting to just revel in this moment for a little while longer.
All the while John stood there, a couple of steps back, watching his men and you, knowing that that orgasm was just the beginning; that he and his men would make you come undone so many more times before the sun rose the following day.
But also knowing; that once that sun was in the sky and a new day had dawned, that he and his men would have an explanation to give you, one that you rightly deserved…he just hoped that you would be able to forgive them for what they’d done and the pain they’d caused you.
Sitting in between Gaz and Soap in the backseat of the humvee as Price drives you lot' home after some much needed post mission drinks. You and your fellow sergeants, perhaps having had a few too many.
Your Lieutenant is taking up the front passenger seat, leaving you stuck between your Kyle and Johnny as they sloppily make out over you, your arms pinned down between their chests as they almost forget that you are even there. Large arms caging you in as they fondle and hold onto one another as the humvee sways around corners.
You protest weakly, but it falls on deaf, drunken ears. You're strong enough like the rest of them. You could get your way out of the tangle of arms if you truly wanted to. And they all know that.
Price and Ghost's eyes catching yours occasionally in the rear view mirror as their gazes keep drifting back to watch their men makeout.
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“That’s it Johnny, see how her little clit throbs when you kiss along her thighs, she loves it,” Price remarked, holding you on his lap with your knees tucked against his chest, bare pussy on display as Johnny pampers around your cunt with butterfly kisses.
Gaz has a thick hand wrapped around his spit-covered shaft, jerking it lazily to the sight of you, breasts pushed together as you whine. Ghost watches you intensely, eyes glazing over every body part that twitches more than the other, taking notes on what you like and what you love.
Once Johnny’s had his fair share of your leaking cunt, Gaz takes over, thick fingers coaxing your pussy deliciously as you mewl, leaking all over his digits as he rubs at your tight rim, slick leaking over the tight hole as he pushes a finger in, stuffing both holes as your mouth gapes open. His tongue works against you as you whimper, teeth grazing against your clit as he sucks it into your mouth, Price’s lips rubbing against your ear as he praises you with soft murmurs.
You can barely see straight when Ghost takes over, huffing out his chest as he delivers a quick slap to your aching, desperate pussy. An angry flushed head is rubbed against your folds, precum mixing in with lewd squelches before he pushes in, knocking the wind from your lungs as you writhe in Price’s lap, almost biting down on his hairy bicep that holds you in place. His thrusts are rough but efficient, spilling pretty screams from you as tears well up at how well he fills you with his cock, hitting every spot you need touched.
Price’s hand rubs at your clit, sucking against your neck as you blabber incoherently, batting eyes briefly staring over at Soap and Gaz, both hands wrapped around their cocks as they go between watching you and kissing each other.
“That’s it, pretty, cum on his cock. You can do it, can’t you?”
Price’s words were so thick in your ear as your head lolled back, lips wide open as you choke out a gasp, clenching down in thrusting motions against Ghost’s cock, milking him as he pulls out desperately, spilling all over your chest in a pant.
You almost pass out from exhaustion as you’re laid down on the bed, until a burly figure stalks over your twitching frame, smug smile nearly concealed by his thick facial hair.
thinking about your husband, price, and his team, who just love to play games with you.
18+ mdni !!! (smut, straight up smut lmao)
cw: sub!fem!reader, cnc (kind-of ?), dom/sub dynamics, poly!141 (they ALL fuck each other !!! not just reader), lowkey mean!141, discussed piss kink (but it's not heavily featured), cumplay (like it's kind of gross), rough sex, i think that covers it ?, word count: 2.1k
The polaroids had become a tradition long before the rest of your husband’s team had become involved in your relationship. It’s more than just something to help him de-stress while you’re gone– it’s an incentive to come back.
That’s why when John suggested you start sending the boys some as well, you didn’t hesitate. He loves his team so much– and so do you– so why wouldn’t you remind them what they have waiting at home?
You’ve quickly learned that they all have very different tastes– that’s what makes this game they proposed so confusing.
They’re all scattered across the living room, John’s sitting in his usual recliner. Meanwhile, Simon and Kyle are on the couch, sitting so close together their thighs are touching. Johnny’s perched in the armchair, staring straight at you with a smirk.
“I, I don’t get it?” You mumble, staring at the four polaroids lined up neatly on your coffee table, all different and all covered in various fluids
John smiles at you, eyes crinkling in a way that you know by now means trouble. “Just a silly game, love. Want you to guess who used which photo.”
You blink, slowly glancing down at the table before your eyes flicker between the men. “What happens if I guess wrong?”
The sweet smile Kyle gives you does nothing to settle your nerves. “Then Cap gets to pick who fucks your cunt tonight.” You swallow hard, knowing he’s mean enough to let Simon fuck you first purely because of how big– too big– he is. Or, even worse: let Johnny overstimulate before the rest of them ever even get a turn.
“And if I guess right?”
Simon’s eyes stare straight into yours– he’s smug as if he’s already won. “Then you get to pick, lovie.”
You pause for a moment. It’s a high-risk, high-reward scenario. You’ve taken dozens upon dozens of photos by now– you know their preferences intimately well– there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to do it.
“Alright, let’s play.”
The carpet’s rough against your skin as you kneel in front of the table. Now that you're closer to the pictures, you can see– and smell– just how gross and overused they really are.
You almost don’t want to touch them, but you know that’d be forfeiting. You can feel their ravenous eyes on you, practically buzzing in their seats from excitement.
The first one you pick up is in the best condition. A few dried stains around the edges, but the image itself is still entirely visible.
You’re in a white babydoll style lingerie– something you’d bought at a bridal shop right before your honeymoon– and you’re bent in a pose that had left you aching for days. “John,” you say without any hesitation.
The next one you pick up is also stained. In it, you’re flat on your back, lying in bed. Your black lace slip dress bunched up at your hips, legs spread wide to show your dripping cunt.
Your fingers brush against it, and you notice then just how different the liquid staining the edges is–a slightly yellow tint and far more watery. You glance up, feeling his dark-brown eyes already staring you down. “Simon.”
“Johnny!” You don’t even have to pick it up to know who it belongs to. There’s an excessive amount of dried cum covering you can hardly even see the actual image. Every time he finishes, there’s just so much– too much– your thighs squeeze together just thinking about it.
You know what he likes well enough to guess what you were wearing when you took it. An overly complicated bodysuit, all lace and straps in a borderline obnoxiously bright color.
The last must be Kyle’s; you can tell not just through the process of elimination but just by looking at it. You whisper his name before picking it up.
The image is focused on your lower half– lace stockings on your thighs with two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. The edges are wrinkled slightly. You can practically see him gripping it tight with one hand, his fist instinctively curling up around it as he cums– crumpling the edge.
The longer the men are silent, the more confident you get. “I got it right. I know I did.”
Your stomach sinks when you hear John’s chuckle, the others shortly following after him. “What? Why are you laughing?” you frantically ask, eyes flickering around the room– unsure who to look at.
John shakes his head at you, faux sympathy shining in his eyes. “You lost, sweetheart.” He makes it sound so final– no room for argument.
You know your logic was solid, and your mind races trying to figure out where you went wrong. They must feel some sort of pity for you because one by one, they tell you the correct answers.
Simon picks up the crumbled polaroid before grinning at you. “Silly little dove, ‘M not a mutt, not gonna piss just anywhere– it’s a waste if it’s not inside. Garrick, though…”
“I’m sorry, petal, just had to go so bad– couldn’t help myself,” he whines, looking at you with a mocking pout.
You look over at John, who’s proudly holding the nastiest of them– the one you were so sure belonged to Johnny. “Saved up for two weeks for that one, poppet.”
Johnny sweetly smiles at you. “Bonnie, you looked so pretty in white, I couldnae help myself. Our pretty little wifey," he coos at you.
“That’s not fair, you tricked me. You cheated–”
John’s hand pats his lap once, then twice, beckoning you to come over. You wordlessly set yourself in his lap, back pressed against his chest as three sets of eyes stare straight at the two of you. “It’s not nice to accuse us like that, sweetheart.”
Kyle’s the first to get closer, kneeling on the floor as his hand slowly snakes up your leg. “You’re so silly, petal, can’t cheat when we’re the ones makin’ the rules.”
Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, and you can hear Johnny snickering at you.
“Stop bein’ a sore loser, dove.” Simon scolds. You make the mistake of letting your eyes trail down, his legs spread open, showing just how hard he is.
You find yourself glancing back at John helplessly. The corners of his mouth twisted up in a smirk. Your heart’s beating so hard in your chest, you wouldn’t be surprised if they could all hear it.
“Dinnae keep the poor girl waiting, Cap,” Johnny says. You can’t help but stare as his hand palms himself through his jeans.
John’s hand is cupping your face– forcing you to look at the boys. “Y’know, sweetheart, Kyle had such a rough go on this last mission. Poor lad needs somethin’ to take it all out on…”
Yeah, you're so fucked– you think to yourself.
Kyle’s normally the sweetest of the group– or at least he pretends to be– all gentle groping and loving whispers.
There’s nothing soft about the way he shoves you onto all fours. Your face is smushed against the rug, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing your ass up– soaked cunt proudly on display.
“Who gets ‘er mouth?” Simon asks as if you’re not even there, looking over at John.
You gasp at the feeling of fingers running between your folds. “So fuckin’ wet, you like it when we treat you like a slag?” Kyle groans, staring straight at you as he licks your juices off his digits.
You try to speak, argue, only for John to cut you off. “Johnny, you want a go at it?”
Your eyes widen as you lift your head in alarm, quickly shaking it in disagreement. He may not be as long as the rest of the guys, but Johnny’s cock is heavy, and there’s always so much cum that you can never swallow it all.
“What, y’ dinnae wanna suck me off?” Soap taunts, thumb tracing your jaw as he kneels in front of you. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of his leaking tip.
“C’mon now, sweetheart, be a good girl and help ‘im out, yeah?” You glance back at John and find that he’s already stripped himself and Simon. He’s got the lieutenant bent over the side of the couch, two of his thick fingers working him open.
Kyle chuckles, sliding himself in between your folds using your slick to lube up his cock. “Aw, quit whinging, Johnny, she’s just bein’ a brat– can tell by how soaked she is.”
He shoves himself into you in one go, giving you no time to adjust before he starts to thrust into you. Johnny takes advantage of the way your mouth falls open in a gasp, hand gripping your jaw as he pushes his thick member past your lips.
You can’t help but moan around him while Kyle continues to fuck you hard and fast. Every time he thrusts deeper into your cunt, he’s shoving your nose against Johnny’s pubes.
“Fuck,” he groans as his tip brushes against the deepest part of you. “Tha’s our good girl,” he mumbles, leaning down to nibble at your shoulder.
You look up at Johnny, eyes wide as you try your best to bob your head in sync with his thrusts.
The noises filling the room are obscene and overwhelming; Simon groaning as John thrusts inside him, your dripping cunt, the wet noise of Johnny and Kyle sloppily making out above you.
You can feel one of Johnny’s hands slide down your chest before roughly pawing at your breast– fingers giving sharp pinches to your nipples.
“Think she likes that, look at how she’s clenchin’ around ye.” You faintly hear him mumble against Kyle’s lips.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of being full, hands all over you, the pretty noises Simon makes as John’s thrusts start to stutter.
You don’t want it to be over yet, but you can feel that tight pressure building in your body– begging at you to let go. Kyle’s hand reaches down, his thumb drawing harsh circles on your clit. Your eyes roll back, mind hazy as you cum all over his cock.
“Hng, so pretty when she lets go,” Johnny groans, his hips stuttering right before he spills in your mouth without any warning.
You gag around him at the sheer volume of it. It fills up your mouth and dribbles down your chin before he pulls out of you, shooting one last spurt of cum on your cheek. You don’t swallow yet– you know how much he loves to see it sitting on your tongue.
You keep your jaw open, white spilling out of your mouth each time Kyle lazy thrusts into you. He groans as you clench around him, knowing just how close he is.
Johnny pulls you into a messy kiss, licking his own seed off your face and out of your mouth. A string of white falls down his lips when he pulls away, finally giving you the chance to swallow the mixture of spit and cum.
The sight must be what pushes both Kyle and John over the edge. You can hear the familiar sound of John letting go, combined with the feeling of cum being split deep inside your cunt– it’s enough to bring you to another orgasm.
You breathe heavy, legs wobbly as someone, probably Kyle, tugs some boxers onto your lower half and a shirt over your head before curling up with you on the couch. You don’t question where your underwear went– Johnny’s not subtle.
You look down at the rug– a gross mess of fluids you know you’ll regret when you have to clean them later. Maybe you can convince John to let you throw it out.
“Did so perfect for us, Bonnie,” Johnny mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
You glance over at John and smile at the sight of him and Simon exchanging gentle touches. “Our dove always takes such good care of us,” he mumbles, curling up against your husband.
You peek at the coffee table, Polaroids still neatly lined up. “I still think you all cheated,” you grumble out, squealing when Kyle pinches at your side.
“Fine, sweetheart, you can choose the next game then,” John decides, instantly regretting the words when he sees the crazed glint in your eye.
“Awe, c’mon, Cap, that’s pure shan! Y’know she’s gonnae cheat,” Johnny whines, burying his head in your neck.
You look at your husband, a knowing smirk on your face. “Can’t cheat when you’re the one making the rules. Right, Kyle?”
nikolai's puppy is so sad and whiny when he leaves... of course the boys have to cheer you up !!!
18+ (smut) p. one
cw: fem!reader, heavy petplay, poly!141, snowballing & cum eating, uhh i think that's it ?, word count: 1k
The team thought your kennel in Nik’s shop was nice, but the one in his home is frivolous– an entire playroom just for you.
They’re staring at the largest dog crate they've ever seen– it has to be specially ordered. A shimmery white color, decorated with fairy lights and soft blankets. They’ve never seen so many plushies in one room.
You’re sitting in the kennel, a cushy dog bed underneath you as you chew away at a glittery silicone dog bone. The dress he picked out for you barely covers your ass, your fluffy tail peeking out from behind the lacy fabric.
Simon can’t help but chuckle at the sight. “Y’ really spoil the runt, don’ ye, Nik?”
“Of course, that is whole point, no?” he grins. “Shchenochek, greet.” You finally pop your head up, eagerly running to Johnny the second you notice the team.
Nikolai has to yank you back by your collar just to stop you from tackling him to the ground. “Apologies. She is excited to have someone new to play with," he coos, hand on your back as he guides you towards the living room.
A pathetic whine fills the air the second your eyes lock on the duffel bag by the door.
John doesn’t have to meet Nikolai’s stare to know what to do. Large hands wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, chin resting on top of your head as Nikolai approaches.
“Be good for the boys, da?” Nikolai mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He gives John a knowing look as he leaves.
“So, what do you wanna–” Kyle's smile drops when he glances over at you. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you avoid his gaze.
You don’t say a word before you scurry off to your room, the door slamming so hard it echoes throughout the house.
Johnny can’t help but make a stupid comment. “Ye scared off the wee dug,” he taunts, earning a pinch at the back of his neck from John.
“She’s scared, poor pup’s probably not used to bein' away from Nik,” John comments, the boys quieting down long enough to register the faint crying coming from down the hall.
“Soap, Gaz, go cheer 'er up,” Simon barks out the order, watching as the two men scurry off.
Twenty minutes go by, and yet, neither you nor the boys have returned. They aren’t concerned until your quiet cries have turned into full-blown wailing.
Slamming the door open, John prepared himself to yell at his sergeants for making it worse, only to stop at the scene in front of him.
Drool spills past your lips as Johnny shoves his cock down your throat. “Tha’s it, yer mouth's fuckin' perfect,” He groans, his hand on the back of your neck forcing you to bury your nose in his pubes.
Kyle’s behind you, his large frame draped over your back as he licks and nips at your shoulders. He’s buried inside your dripping cunt, his fingers gripping your tail as he pulls and pushes the plug sitting snug in your ass.
John just shakes his head. “Should’ve known better than to leave the pups unsupervised,” he grumbles, glancing over at Simon only to find the man straining against his jeans. His eyes are dark, and his fingers twitch by his side as he watches the three of you.
With a sigh, he pushes the larger man forward, giving him a nod when Simon looks at him unsurely. “Go play.”
Simon doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle his belt– your eyes light up at the sound. You reach your hand out desperately the second he frees himself, wasting no time before you start to jerk him off.
He knows it’s still not enough, your hungry eyes following him as he sits himself down in the soft armchair. Thighs spread wide, he lazily palms himself, watching the four of you rut and hump at each other.
Johnny’s close; he can tell by the way he presses his lips against Simon’s, desperate to quiet his needy moans. Simon bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and that’s all it takes for him to cum inside your mouth.
You swallow it as best as you can, nearly choking from the massive amount of it. That doesn’t stop the white from dripping down your lips as he pulls away.
Kyle frantically grabs your hips, manhandling you until you're lying flat on your back. “Fuckin’ hell, love, that’s it,” he moans, dragging you into a kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, desperately sucking up any taste of Johnny left.
Your hands grip his back, unable to pull your eyes away as Johnny’s hand on Simon’s cock replaces your own. “Don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together.
“Cum on ‘er tits,” Johnny begs at the same time, hand squeezing at the base of Simon’s cock as he jerks him off.
You gasp at the sudden feeling of hot sticky cum splattering all over your chest. “Thank y’, runt,” Simon mumbles breathlessly.
Kyle’s thumb makes its way to your clit, softly tracing circles on the sensitive bud. “C’mon, let go, pup, need to feel y’ cum on my cock,” he pleads.
Johnny’s tongue swirls around your nipples, eagerly licking up Simon’s seed off your skin. It’s all you need to stumble over the edge, eyes rolling back as you clench down around Kyle with a sob.
“That’s it, fuck,” he groans as he spills inside your cunt. He pulls out of you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder when you whine and pout at him as he rolls off of you.
The boys are exhausted– John can tell just by looking at them. They’re all breathing heavily, the sergeants leaning against Simon for support. Kyle’s eyes flutter as he’s flush against his lieutenant's chest, Johnny’s arms wrapping around him.
He doesn’t realize he’s lost sight of you until he feels your hands on his thighs. Pupils blown as you look up at him, cum dripping out your cunt and onto the floor. “Still not done, pup?” he chuckles.
You shake your head, face nuzzling at him through his jeans. As your fingers fumble with his zipper, he just sighs and lets you free his cock.
Nikolai was right, you really are a needy little puppy.
