See, the whole "why would you need a dildo when the real thing is better" situation is funny, but I raise you "i have to use a dildo because my sex drive is beyond Heaven while yours is in Hell compared."
Something about tf141 finding Reader's dildo. A few sad feelings go across, wondering if they can't please you right, before they take it upon themselves to prove that they can sate you. They kiss you, (attempt to) overstimulate you, playing with your clit/sucking you off, yet even after hours, you're calmly redoing your makeup, giggling at the sight of them groaning and holding their dicks in pain.
Still, they throw away your dildo and tell you to depend on them instead. After all, it's four against one, and that day was just a fluke! They weren't properly prepared, you can't blame them when you're the one with such a tight hole.
Cue Johnny screaming more than moaning, clawing at the sheets while you ride his cock that's starting to shoot blanks. You used condoms at the start before you ran out, making the scene of the bed something akin to porn art.
The war criminal of a man was crying, genuinely fucking crying, begging and pleading for you to free his cock. The noise finally caused Kyle to stomp in, suddenly freezing at the sight. You grinned happily when you saw him.
Before he could escape, you were dragging him by the ankles into bed while Johnny escaped without his dignity.
Kyle was so much fun to play with, licking at his nipples and squeezing his cock between your thighs already had him squirming, pleading with you to be gentle. You cooed at his wishes, gripping his chin and forcing his face forward as you sat on his face to suffocate him with your cunt/ass.
It took a little longer before he was out of commission, but he didn't beg for you to stop as much as Johnny did. Rather, he submitted completely and entirely to you. He was surprisingly kinky when forced into this submissive mind, willing to literally lick over your armpits and worship every inch of your body. Every. Single. Inch.
Once he was dumbed out, it was kind of boring though, not to say it didn't turn you on, but you wanted more resistance. It seemed another incubus had heard your call as Ghost suddenly walked in to see Kyle willingly rimming you, saying something about Soap collapsing in the showers.
He shook his head slowly at the look in your eyes, beginning to back up as he tried to process what had become of the room, what had become of his fellow member. He had more horror in his eyes than the victim of a shooting and screamed when you grabbed hold of him.
You had to cuff him down when he started fighting around and used your own body weight to push him down. He cried and whimpered and you suddenly stopped.
"Do you want me to get off?"
A small shake of his head.
"You want to continue, yeah?"
He contemplated for a moment before embarrassingly nodding, pushing his thighs together to hide his throbbing erection. You sighed in relief at the conformation that seemed to just be role-playing, he knew his safe word anyway.
You purred and clicked out a switch blade, watching his eyes widen in fear and arousal as you slit a hole in his pants and boxers, slipping his cock into your mouth. He bucked his hips into your throat, groaning from his gut at the warmth and slickness, trying to struggle and get his brain working again.
"Y.. You fee-el sooo goood.." he moaned out lewdly like some hentai slut, rambling on about his brain not working through hiccups and sobs.
(For pussy havers) Suddenly, when you disconnected from his slick cock, he all but whined, sobbing out and dumbly begging for you to come back and keep sucking. He watched as you dug into your duffel bag and taking out a bright pink strap on with a bottle of lube. He cried out and shook his head in panic.
The feeling of your cock pressing into his hole had a pathetic moan torn out of his throat. Even the strongest of men falter at the feeling of thick cock suffocating their prostate, it's like a reset button for their brain.
You, of course, took full advantage of this button and slammed into him, the sound of skin to skin echoing off the walls alongside his high pitched whimpering.
He was easy to break in this way, clearly only needing to get stuffed with cock, and suddenly he's doing everything. You slipped off his mask to reveal his scarred face with the open wound in the side of cheek where you can see his gums and teeth. It was even hotter when you fucked his throat and he slobbered lewdly, trying his best to keep the spittle inside yet it kept drooling down his jaw.
After literally fucking his brain dumb, the only man left to reprogram was the Captain himself. He was clearly looking for his soldiers when he came in just in time to see and hear Simon thanking you through orgasm.
He was the cockiest, thinking if he just got on top of you and fucked you with his cock, you'd submit. Oh, how he was so wrong. He tried for hours, trying to overstimulate and bully your body, only earning another round after round. It's like every orgasm pulled out of him elongated your own till another hour. His last resort was to present himself like a dog in heat in a desperate hope you'll get off from using him, not even caring about dominating you or proving you wrong, just to make you cum.
After a small regrouping of gathering all four men, you had them all frotting against eachother and rutting through eachothers holes while kissing eachother sloppily while you got to masturbate to the sight of them debauching themselves. It was all in pure desperation. Every orgasm they pulled out of eachother wasn't to make themselves or even their partners feel good, only to make you feel good. Their mission had been reduced all the way down to just making you cum at the very least, not even to prove that their cocks were worthy of your slutty hole.
When you were finally ready, you joined into the middle of their orgy, and suddenly, all the attention was on you. Mouths slobbering on your pussy/cock and ass, rimming you out and thrusting through your throat. They whined out and praised you for reducing them, reminding you of how much better you were like it was simply fact, and fuck if it wasn't turning you on.
At the moment you came, they all moaned out in their own pleasing orgasms and you near fainted from how hot it was. They came from the relief of making you release, fuckkk.
Aftercare lasted the rest of the day, their leave written out and a long shared bubble bath between everyone as you praised them, rubbing pain ointments over any heavy spankings as well. They were fucking in love with you. No one had ever made them feel that good, nor would anyone after you even be able to mimick the same feeling. This was the kind of sex that you got off to for months after, whether you want to or not. They truly wouldn't have it any other way.
