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Non con November Day 7: Gangbang
Summary: Following up from Day 6: Handcuffs, Agnes has finally decided what your punishment should be for rifling through her things.
Word count: 2.2k
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor x Reader x Agent Rio Vidal x Officer Alice Wu-Gulliver
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Gangbang, foursome, handcuffs, bondage, non con, non consensual sex, sex toys, strap-ons, packer/packing, cheating, rough sex, rough kissing, descriptions of sexual acts, stripping, blowjob, forced blowjob, face fucking, forced face fucking, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, spit as lube, size kink, hair pulling, daddy kink, groping, nipple play, scratching
Music:
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@nonconvember
You hear the front door open and then slam shut; the vibrations of the intensity rocking through the house.
Agnes of course, had stayed true to her word to let you ride out your punishment as she took off to go do whatever the hell it was. She hadn't told you; didn't think you deserved to know what she had planned and possibly in store for you.
And there you were, on top of her bed that was semi-soiled from your sweat and cum and still handcuffed. You tried to regulate your breathing and count in your head. Your body was painfully sore and yet something deep inside of you was wishing Agnes would hurry home just to ruin you again.
The red numbers on Agnes' alarm clock read 9:06. Maybe she had simply left to get fresh coffee and donuts since the ones she had originally brought home were left abandoned on the bench. Your stomach growled at the thought of food and the skipping of breakfast. All because you thought you'd be smart and snoop through Agnes' things.
You bring your head up as that thought triggers something inside of you. You've been in this room many times before; Agnes' bedroom. You've slept here, fucked here. You've cried in bed as Agnes held you and you've brought up soup and tea to Agnes when she came down with that terrible stomach flu last winter. This was her space that had slowly become yours and yet, as you look around, nothing about it was personal to her.
An old faux wood looking alarm clock that she must have had since her early 20's stood proudly on her night table with a single lamp. Her glasses, which she swore she didn't need, were tossed haphazardly down between them. There were no pictures on the wall or photo albums stacked on the floor. The woman didn't even have a potted plant in here.
"Fuck, Agnes...what the fuck..."
Your words drop from your swollen lips like a half-hearted prayer.
There wasn't even a picture of the two of you.
You jump in your seated position as you hear the front door band open. You can make out a hushed voice or, was it voices? The door didn't close as quickly behind Agnes as it usually did. Was she carrying something? Has someone stopped by outside to talk to her? Maybe it was Herb asking to borrow her hedge trimmer again. Whoever or whatever it was, your body is on full alert now as you try and strain your ears to hear any other clues that might give away what Agnes had in store.
Very quickly however, whatever short thoughts you may have had turned out to be wrong.
You could hear them as they got closer. Multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy boots that were without a doubt Agnes' but the two others? Two.
You freeze and try to pull yourself back into the bed; making yourself small as best as you can.
Who the fuck was she bringing up here while you were like this?
Panic lurches in your stomach and chest and you turn your head away from the door so they can't see you. Maybe it's not even Agnes at all; maybe someone had broken in. A bunch of people. Three of them. But, it can't be because you had heard Agnes' voice. You swore you heard her whispering downstairs before the front door slammed close.
So who the fuck was she with and why the fuck did she bring them here and up the goddamn stairs?
Agnes is unmistakable from her blue flannel and her ponytail flipping over her shoulder as she rounds the corner and walks back into her bedroom. She doesn't pay any attention to you as she takes off her flannel and tosses it to the ground before kicking off her boots. It's as if you're not even there; fully exposed and handcuffed and ready to be used as her little toy once again.
You're about to open your mouth to say something when someone else walks into the bedroom. Your eyes take in the slightly taller woman and when you finally focus on her face, your blood runs cold.
You've seen her before, no. You've met her before.
It's Agnes' fucking partner at work. Her new partner the station had given her to work the Maximoff Case.
FBI Agent fucking Rio Vidal.
She doesn't seem to notice you either but you do see the way she looks at Agnes and suddenly that cool blood turns hot.
They stand close together and Agnes starts to help Vidal take off her blazer. It's sweet and gentle and you can barely force words or a scream out of your mouth.
And when you think you can and the tiny sounds of a whimper start to crack in the back of your throat, the third person walks in.
Both Agnes and Vidal turn their attention to the third guest and both of them, as you watch, give them their biggest grins as if some secret is unfolding right between your eyes.
"H...hey!"
You manage to blurt out as you sit up a little straighter; no longer caring in the way Vidal and the other woman may see you in this current state Agnes had left you in.
You shake your wrists so they can hear the metal handcuffs and the desperation of needing to be let in on this whatever the fuck it was.
"Agnes! Please!"
Your girlfriend doesn't listen even though you had let your voice climb higher. She's too preoccupied with helping Agent Vidal undress.
Your face grows warm as you watch Agnes' hand travel up and down Vidal's now naked body. Hands that you've come to know exceptionally well. Hands that have pocked and prodded and teased you; pinched and spanked you. Fingers that have wiggled their way into your mouth and cunt; the wet space between your folds.
You want to scream as Agnes starts to cup Vidal's crotch but becomes suddenly distracted by the other woman as she undresses herself and lays her attention on you.
Agnes and Vidal are in their own little world while this woman makes her way towards you with one hand cupping what appears to be her own packer tucked away.
"Relax, sweetheart...this is all in good fun."
"For who?!"
The woman shrugs her shoulders and gets close to you and the bed. You can see her features a little more clearly now and you realize that she's beautiful. You also realize, as your eyes dart away to the pile of clothing she's left behind on the floor, she's a cop.
"I...Agnes hasn't told me about you...I don't think we've met..."
You keep your voice low and you're not sure why. You know Agnes can hear you loud and clear and maybe you're afraid of giving something away that she doesn't want you to.
What could that be in a fucking time and place like this?
"We used to work together before I got moved to Eastview...I'm Alice."
And with that, Alice climbs up onto the bed beside you and you find yourself sinking back into the bed where you once were.
She has a way about her that makes you feel relaxed; as if nothing could bring you any harm. The two of you lay there in silence and watch as Agnes shoves her tongue down Vidal's throat; rough hands running up to squeeze and grab and pinch at Vidal's bare breasts.
You catch Alice looking at you in a sideways glance,
"You're jealous of her, aren't you? Maybe we should make Agnes feel jealous, too."
Before you have the chance to agree or disagree with Alice, she's grabbing the back of your head. You feel her strong fingers running through your hair as she shifts herself to a higher position while placing you almost beneath her. Her free hand had slipped into the waistband of her boxers to pull out her strap. It's a dark red colour and thick; a little thicker than the one Agnes likes to wear. Your mouth betrays you as you start to salivate a little.
Your instincts haven't let you down yet.
Alice pulls you towards her until your lips brush against the tip of her cock. You want so badly to ignore her and reject her; your brain screaming at you that all of this is wrong and far too much and can't be fucking happening to you or to Agnes.
But it is and it's all happening because of Agnes.
The moan that slips out of your mouth causes you to close your eyes as you open up wide for Alice and let her slip her cock into your hungry mouth.
You moan against the silicone and she slams her hips towards your face while clutching at your hair.
Tears spring to your eyes as you do your best to suck her off; to take her as far as you can down your throat. You wonder if Agnes is watching you and thinking how good you're being. The thought brings a sharp pang right to your clit.
You moan again and Alice holds you even harder against herself; not moving her hips as she basically holds still while you gag and cry and basically choke on her dick.
Agnes has yet been this rough with you.
"Look how well my little whore is taking you, Gulliver...jesus christ..."
Agnes' voice cuts through your tears as you choke back a sob and are suddenly met with Alice pulling her cock out from your mouth. You take the opportunity to gasp for air; coughing ever so slightly. You can't even wipe the tears away from your eyes properly as Alice holds tight onto the chain in between the cuffs.
"Move her out of the way, Alice. Let Vidal lay down..."
With that single command, you're pulled and pushed by Alice's strong hands and arms as she moves you back up near the headboard of the bed. You blink furiously to watch as Agnes and Vidal get near until Vidal, gets herself up onto the bed and lays down flat on her back. Her legs dangle over the side while her head is fully placed on top of the mattress.
You've been in that position many times with Agnes and your brain tells you to wait before you even realize what's about to happen next.
Alice grabs a pillow from behind you to slide under Vidal's neck.
"Get her on top, Alice."
Once again, you're being jostled and corralled by the cop as she drags you over Vidal's body as she herself carefully moves over it. Her legs lift one at a time to get onto the opposite side of Vidal as you only get to move one leg over before Alice starts guiding you upwards towards Vidal's head.
She wants you sitting on the FBI Agents' face.
You're going to fuck her face.
"Agnes..."
Your girlfriend merely huffs out a short breath through her nose as she clambers up onto her bed as well. She's on the other side now where Alice and you one were. Alice on your left and Agnes on your right with Vidal tucked securely underneath you until you decide to sink down and press your cunt to her lips.
"Agnes."
"Yes, babe?"
You turn your head to look at her and her gaze catches yours. The silence grows between the two of you with only the soft breathing of Vidal and Alice to fill the rest of the room.
You shake your head; unable to even think of something to say. What is there left to say? Your world had flipped on its head just because you opened up a backpack this morning.
"You're gonna suck me off first and then Alice again, alright sweet thing? Think you can handle that for Daddy and his friends?"
Agnes' tone is similar to her asking you if you're sure you want two sugars in your coffee instead of one. You dumbly nod your head as Alice's fingers slowly release to allow you to bend a little more as Agnes shifts herself closer to you.
You sink down until your thighs press against Agent Vidal's ears and you feel the sudden flick of the tip of her tongue against your clit.
Once it starts, it doesn't stop.
Agnes had moved herself to be facing you as her right leg moved over Vidal's; the two of you riding her body in your own way. You can bend yourself forwards just enough to reach Agnes' cock which she holds up from the bottom of its base so you don't have to do too much work to take her into your mouth and suck her off.
Alice, on the other hand, does her best to give all three of you attention. You feel her hands and fingers as they grope and pinch at your hardened nipples before pulling away to do the same routine on Agnes'. She moves between the two of you like a current as you buck your hips to keep up with Vidal's tongue; feeling her sharp nails dig into the top of your thighs as she holds you down hard against her face.
You can barely keep your eyes open even though you know Agnes wants you to. She wants to look deep into them and see you unravel in real time before her. She wants you looking up at her as you suck harder; swirl your tongue under and around her girth.
She wants to see how she's molding you into this little plaything you were too stupid to realize until it all came crashing down.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Qi Xiaotian | MK/Red Son, Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Demon Bull King (Monkie Kid)/Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan
Additional Tags: Qi Xiaotian | MK is Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque and Sun Wukong | Monkey King's Child, Protective Red Son (Monkie Kid), Courtnapping, run red boy run, Wukong wants his head, Qi Xiaotian | MK is a Little Shit, Qi Xiaotian | Mk just wants to get bred, as per usual I will be adding tags as I think of them, This one is going to be much more smut heavy, Trans Qi Xiaotian | MK, I hit him with the pussybeam too, He is going to TORMENT poor Red Son, The Horni is strong in this one, Animalistic Behavior, A bit of feeding behavior, Red Son just wants his mate chubby and happy, but Mk has the metabolism of a god, and Red Son HATES IT
Series: Part 2 of Reclaimed Cub AU
Summary:
Red Son has finally done it, he's finally courtnapped Xiaotian! And the Monkey Prince is ECSTATIC! Overjoyed! Highly enthused! Only problem?
Red Son wants to courtnap him properly and court him while he has him all by himself in the palace he built for him. Instead of spending the time it takes for their parents to find them bedding him.
Part 2: explicit version of Captain Price and Commander Graves fighting for your affections, only this time they came to an agreement to please all parties involved, especially you.
Though with two possesive men lusting after you, it's unlikely for said agreement to last..
Notes: I'm not a writer! These two make me absolutely insane.
Both of them being so entirely different from one another was what made it so difficult for you to direct your desire to solely one.
Price was your Captain, he knew you through and through, your feelings and thoughts were his top priority, his lust was accompanied by his heart and genuine infatuation.
Graves, on the other hand, was a wildfire. Burning everything in his way just to get his hands on you, no matter the consequences.
➳ Graves would be the first to come to you after the agreement, ignoring Price's request to talk to you first as to have a more discreet discussion. His eagerness wouldn't even let him explain things properly, only muttering a
"Fine, you want us both? You'll have us both." Before smashing his lips onto yours with such force that would make you hit your back against the wall. His hands would be everywhere, roaming from your thighs to your breasts like a starved man.
"My greedy, little slut. Let's see if you can take what you've been asking for." And so with one swift move, you'd find yourself chest pressed against the wall, his erection readily felt between the globes of your ass and through the thick layer of his jeans, making you quiver instinctively.
➳ Price would approach you with caution, explaining to you that you wouldn't have to do this. You wouldn't have to risk the strong bond the two of you have for this. His wariness would wash away the second he'd see the hickeys trailing from your pulse to your neckline. You'd have never seen such a shade of possessiveness colour someone's eyes so dark.
"He did this? Come here." He would pull you on his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as his hand would wrap around your throat, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.
"Remember that you are mine first, Y/N." The heat of Price's clothed cock would be getting even more intense, pressed against your throbbing core, leaking, rubbing insistently with every torturous roll of your hips against him, his tone ouzing of authority and dominance.
➳ Graves would throw snickered remarks at Price with every given chance, especially if your Captain would catch him coming out of your room at the temporary base.
"I don't think she'll be able to take more tonight, Price. I've tired her out enough."
➳ Price would try his hardest not to visit you after Graves, taking your wellbeing into account. That would last minutes until the realisation that you'd go to sleep with his scent all over you and he'd find himself knocking on your door late at night to cleanse that asshole out of your system.
➳ Graves' favourite position would be anything in front of a mirror. Cowgirl, doggystyle, you name it. It wouldn't take long for you to realise that this man gets off of degrading and corrupting you to the core.
What better way to do it than having you stare at your own reflection, mascara running down your face as he'd pound into you merciless, one hand wrapped around your neck and jaw to keep you from darting your gaze elsewhere and the other either fondling your breasts or your clit like a madman.
"What would your Captain say if he saw you like this, hm? If he saw me fucking you the way you deserve to be fucked. Bet he never gets to have you like this. Such a good little whore for me." His mouth would be pure filth against the shell of your ear, every word spitted out with a rough thrust and the promise of many red marks on your rear and thighs.
➳ Price's favourite position would be missionary, classic, and powerful, just like him. He'd wrap your legs around his torso in order to fuck into you as deep as he could, so you'd feel every inch of him filling you up as his hands would hold yours firmly against the mattress.
"Keep looking at me doll, fuck, you take me so well." His grunts and gravelly timbre would be enough to send you over the edge, his lips everywhere on your face.
He would bring your own fingers to your mouth to have you suck on them while maintaining eye contact before instructing you to rub your clit so he'd have the freedom of his hands to cup your breasts and massage your nipples, pinching them and fondling them to have you see stars.
"You're being so good for me. That's my girl." His intensity and desire to claim you would spar out of control towards the end, his arms would grab onto the headboard, banging it hard against the wall as to burry himself even deeper, his thrust picking up the pace to send you into a euphoric trance.
➳ If Graves felt jealousy taking over him whenever another man would be near you before, nothing would compare to the anger clouding his mind after getting to taste you. He would give his Shadows 'the talk'.
"Don't talk to her, I don't even want your fucking eyes lingering on her for more than a second." Having to share you with Price would be so torturing for his ego that would make him paranoid. Even your fellow 141 members would have the privilege of earning quite a few death stares for interacting with you. He wouldn't dare to voice it to them though.
➳ Price would feel his heart ache whenever he'd see you laugh with Graves. Sex was a natural need, an action that would end the second he'd walk out the door, but the thought of you developing feelings for the other man? That would push him over the edge.
"Back to your Shadows, Graves." The way he would speak to the arrogant Commander would make you think that he'd be about to commit murder and you'd be a liar if you were to say that you didn't like your Captain claiming you in such manner.
Of course Graves would ignore him, sending him a look of pure intent as he'd put a hand on your shoulder without breaking eye contact.
"Get back to your fucking team, Commander or I swear to God, I'll send you there face first." His body would conceal yours behind him, showing the other man where your place was before watching Graves roll his eyes and take a few steps back to take another look at you "I'll see you later, sweetheart."
He wouldn't see you though because when he'd try to enter your room later that night, the door would be locked and your obscene whimpers so vocal behind it like they were meant for anyone close by to hear.
"Say it. Tell me who you belong to, soldier." Price would let his title take over, his possessiveness leading you face down on the pillow, fingers firmly tangled with your hair before tugging your entire body upwards like you weighted nothing to press your back against his chest.
"I'm yours, Captain." He'd have you say it again, and again.
➳ Ah, Graves and his tremendous ego. How dare he leave marks on your soft skin? Only your Commander gets to do that. Of course he'd be under the impression that Price would never give it to you the way you wanted, his arrogance would be cut short the minute he saw handprints on your hips.
"My good mood is ruined now, Y/N. You have to make it up to me, don't you think?" He'd mutter the words with venom, undoing his belt with one hand and his gaze never leaving yours.
"On your knees. Now." His demeanour would be intimidating, cold like you were only meant to be used and solely by him. He'd use his belt to restraint your wrists behind your back as your knees hit the cold floor before sliding down what was concealing his erected length that was now only inches away from your mouth.
"Let's see how well you can use that mouth of yours." With your hands behind your back, your body would start to tremble as you'd try your best to fit every inch of naked skin in your mouth, tears coating your cheek to the sensation of him hitting the back of your throat.
"God, you look so pathetic like that, baby. So desperate to take all of me." He'd tug on your hair, his grip firm as to not let you slip him out of the warmth of your mouth, slowly fucking into it with his blue eyes piercing into yours.
➳ Price, on the other hand, would set you down on his wooden desk right in front of him, panties long forgotten on the floor as his grip would tighten on your thighs to keep them open. He would take a few seconds to take in the sight, your soaked cunt wetting up even more by the second, leading your slick to coat your folds so mouthwatering and all for him to taste.
"Use your words, doll. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." He wouldn't move an inch unless you'd describe to him exactly where you wanted him, hearing all those improper words coming out of your beautiful mouth would fuel his desire even more, lapping onto your clit the same way he'd kiss you, intensely, so you'd feel all the fire burning him alive for you.
"Don't hold back, love, let me hear every fucking sound." His long girthy fingers would fuck into you slowly, agonizing, matching the pace of his tongue flickering every inch of you and the way his beard would graze against your skin, would promise you feeling his touch for days afterwards.
➳ Graves would soon regret this proposition when he'd walk in the armory to find you on Price's lap, sliding up and down his cock torturously slow, your Captain's hands gripping on your hips to guide you on his length in a pace that would allow you to feel every inch of him inside.
The sight would pull him to walk further inside, making his presence clear by clearing his throat and leaning against the wall opposite of you.
"Don't mind me here, I'll take over once Captain here manages finish the job." His tone would be challenging, disrespectful towards the older man fucking into you so intimately. You'd think that Price would take you elsewhere to continue, but no. The second Graves' insulting tone would register in his brain, he'd go feral.
"Suit yourself, Commander." He'd spit out the other man's title like he was talking to a nobody, focusing on slamming your skin down on his length repeatedly as his lips would find occupation on your breasts, sucking the skin to leave purple shaded marks.
Your obscene moans filling the room with Price's name falling out of your lips like desperate calls for salvation would be enough indication that he was managing you just fine. Not to Graves, though, who would be fuming like a volcano about to erupt.
After you'd come down from the overwhelming high and ecstacy John put you through, Graves would walk over to you shamelessly. He'd help you to stand up from the cold bench to your feet, only to swiftly scoop you up so he'd wrap your legs around him and press you up against the nearest wall.
"Now watch here, Price. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
