It wasn’t like you wanted to do it, you just couldn’t help yourself.
The entire task force got sent to an immediate mission for a couple of days, nothing major just a quick in-and-out, but something that needed to be taken care of quickly.
Meaning you had the whole base to yourself, also meaning that their musky, potent, and dirty clothes were all in their respective rooms. Practically up for the taking, just laying there in the hamper.
Johnny’s clothes were strewn all over his room, some made it into the hamper, others weren’t so lucky. His entire room was all types musky. You went inside “just to check if anything’s amiss”, you convinced yourself, your tail pointing up; wiggling excitedly.
When you walked in the smell hit you, making your ears flatten at the smell. So fucking musky, so goddam potent, you could feel your thigh becoming slick as you walked forward. A low whine slipped out of you as you padded your way to his bed, all messy and rumpled pile of sheets. You looked around and then spotted his boxers. From the edge of the bed you could see how they were properly soiled. Dried cum all over them.
Delicious…
“I really fucking shouldn’t” you said to yourself, but you didn’t stop yourself as you made your way over, small shorts feeling ever so tight; the pair that John spanked you in a couple of times for being a slutty tease. You grabbed a the pair of black boxers with little skulls on it and brought it up to your face, going beat red as a shiver shot down your spine to the tip of your tail. A small whimper falling from your mouth. You sniffed, a quick one.
Once
Twice
Thrice
Before you were taking full on deep breathes of the soiled boxers, eyes rolling back and you plopped yourself on his bed, face up. Your ears flat and tail twitching in utter delight. Your slick start to soak through your panties and short shorts, creating a damp spot on the crotch.
His dried cum was all over them, so much cum and pre that you had reason to believe that it was most likely ghosts work. He’d edge the poor boy until he’d cry, a beautiful sight to see.
You layer there just sniffing until your pussy throbbed and clit ached. Knowing that they weren’t gonna be home until the next day, you shoved your hand between your thighs, fingering your cunt as you sniffed his boxers. Not even five minutes go by until the cummy, icky boxers were in your mouth. Chewing and sucking on them. Your eyes were so far back in your head that it went black. The taste. Oh fuck the taste. Salty, and bitter. Definitely Ghosts, but also slightly sweet and tangy, definitely Johnnys. The knowledge of both men’s cum in your mouth was so fucking hot. Heat spreading through your body like wildfire.
The squelching noise of your cunt and your huffing were the only sounds that could be heard on the quiet base. Your fingers, moving as fast as you could get them weren’t stimulating you nearly enough as they should. Trying and failing to reach that gummy spot inside you.
A spot the boys found all too easily.
You groan and huffed the your nose in frustration. Trying to play with your clit, trying to copy those tight circles that ghost did, trying to rub over it like Johnny, but you couldn’t. Tears of frustration spilled down your face. But johnny and ghost smiled as they looks down at their poor baby struggling.
“Guess who’s home”
Johnny said in a sing song voice, pausing your ministrations.
You opened your thigh wider and you pleaded with the men, a small muffled plead, barely audible, but they knew exactly was their slut was saying.
“I-I just can’t do it”