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grand finale — the 141

kinktober day 31: gangbang (w/ price, gaz, soap, ghost, alej + rudy)

pt 1 // wc: 10,067 :P sorry for dying

tags: smut, gangbang, light fee use, light intox, overstimulation, lots of cum obvi;; a little ooc but theyre thinking w their dicks. y/n has the best pussy in the world (canon)

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Captain Price was beyond pissed; he’d done his ‘display of affection’ a few weeks ago, and every few days since, the other men got a little more bold in their actions. What started as a few short sentences of teasing flirtatiousness, ended up in grabbing hands and genuine neglect for Price.

He was well aware of the outcome that was likely to happen, and he understood the consequences and risks of letting his friends watch him fuck his girl, but he was okay with that. He was okay with his friends stroking their dicks to her and to what he’d let them see because he thought he ingrained it into their heads that she was his girl, until that message was no longer the part they paid attention to.

It all clicked into place when he saw Mactavish with his hand wrapped around my waist. So he called to action, inviting them over for drinks again and they all thought it was harmless, snickering to themselves and getting tipsy off of John’s fine bourbon. He was encouraging them to drink up, making them soft and pliable, ‘easy to manipulate’ in his brisk words.

All was well until I plopped down on the coffee table in front of them, wearing just a skirt and a lace bra.

They all groaned inwardly, and John scowled slightly. “Don’t react like that.” He warned as he toyed with my hair, pushing it around, out of my face and adjusting it, making sure I looked as pretty as I could.

They quickly started pointing fingers, biting at whose fault it was that they got caught, realising that he’d suckered them into a deal of getting them drunk just to reprimand and punish them. Meanwhile, John’s strong hands spread my thighs apart, revealing the sticky and glistening pussy to them, causing them to die down from their rowdy argument.

“You’re allowed to touch her.” He spoke with a dismissive shrug as if the intentions for this one were obvious. It was like locking a lamb with a pack of wolves, their hands immediately reaching forward to touch what they could.

He walked around the coffee table again, this time covered with a plush blanket which the boys seemed to ignore or chalk up to as some weird table cover, he took perch in front of my legs, kneeling and pressing a kiss on my neck.

“Wanna tell ‘em, or see how long it takes?”

“Mhm.. I wanna see.”

He gave a small chuckle, pressing more kisses on the expanse of my neck. “Cruel baby.” He muttered to himself, his hands fumbling slightly with his belt. “You’re all prepped up, ain’t you, princess? Tell ‘em.”

“Fucked myself.” I mumbled, though he beckoned more. “Liked being watched.”

“She liked it a whole lot.” He slid in slowly, letting his words linger in the air as a breathy whine escaped me. “Almost too much but I ‘aven’t got anythin’ to worry about, right, lads?” The sarcasm dripped off his tongue and was met by an awkward silence as they endured this again.

I laid back on the table, resting on my elbows as he started thrusting at a gracious pace, hands on my hips as he took control, easily gliding in and out from the pre-worked slickness and they all peered over his shoulders, getting a better view than they did previously. They sipped their bourbon calmly while their thoughts ran wild.

“I said you’re allowed to touch her.” He cursed, they knew he didn’t like repeating himself, so they jerked to attention, forming a circle around me while they started touching what they could.

Simon’s hands took firm place on my chest, while the others groped and grabbed at my ass and thighs. They tried fighting Simon’s greedy hands for the tiniest modicum of space but his hands were too large for them to win. Alejandro’s hands tried to grab at my legs, though the lack of space due to the others caused him to move upwards, cupping my face and neck, moving the hair out of my face as it began to dampen up from sweat.

“That’s it, baby girl, all worked up f’me, ey?”

He was met with a trail of moans, whines and groans (not all of which were from me); Price growled at the way I gushed and twitched around him at the actions of the other men, the wet sounds filled the room and he was selfishly working himself close to finish.

“Please.” I spoke under my breath, squirming against him with want. “God, not enough, need more.”

His large fingers started rubbing on my clit when he realised the other men weren’t going to, whether out of respect or fear was up for interpretation but he simply let it linger.

“So god damn needy, gonna cum on my cock, yeah?” His words stayed harsh, trying to drive me close to orgasm. This was the farthest thing from punishment, and John knew that, so he didn’t plan on treating it like one.

I whined, grabbing hold of the blanket and his arm, digging my fingernails into the flesh of his wrist as he continued to fuck into me smoothly. His actions, while selfish, were exactly how I needed him, and it seemed he knew that as well.

“Johnny—”

His dick twitched inside me. “Yeah, princess, keep moaning for me. Y’don’t even gotta talk, baby, just make those pretty noises, you know what it does to me. Look what’s it doin’ to the lads.” He beckoned on, his hands glued to my hips and clit respectively, knowing the stimulation the other few men were giving me would be more than enough to drive me closer and closer, he could get away with being just a little more selfish, just this once.

Naturally, he felt aggressive, he felt the need to claim up my insides, have his cum leak out of me while one of the others eats me out, tasting his spend while they desperately try to ignore it. He needed to be rough, in the back of his mind, he had to show his display of strength to them, to show them not to cross him again.

This was an act of kindness — and they needed to act like it.

“Shit, ‘m close.” I choked out, my hips bucking against him.

“Yeah?” He laughed. “You like it way more when they’re touching you, is that it, princess?”

I nodded weakly, and his actions didn’t falter in the slightest. He clenched his jaw with his eyes glazing over slightly while he leant over me, pushing his hips as deep as they could go for the final stretch.

“Cum on my cock, princess, show me how good you feel. Cry out f’me, make some noise.” He purred, his head dipping close to mine. “Show the boys. Put on a show for us, baby, I know you like that.”

My head fell back, brushing helplessly against the plush blanket, Alejandro’s sweet hands cradling my head. He carefully watched my body with gritted teeth and a tense jaw, though it didn’t affect the soft grip he held me in.

As I snapped from all the contact on my body, I clenched down around him, hearing an ‘oh god’ fall from his lips. His groans stuttered slightly, his impending orgasm finally crashing him when my walls started spasming around him, loud cries falling from my mouth as I grabbed at him, trying to ground myself through the climax.

“That’s it, that’s it.” He cooed as his dick twitched, his hot cum hitting my walls and he idly kept thrusting, trying to push it into my cervix. My vision spotted, everything going white-hot, and I was sure to put on a special show just for his men.

He eventually pulled out, watching it leak out of the messy hole and onto the softness below it as I went limp once again on the table.

He huffed in amusement, glancing over my relaxed body. He rolled his shoulders as he fiddled with his pants, adjusting them to professionalism and sitting back down on the couch. The men surrounding him paused their movements, hesitantly pulling away from me.

Alejandro kept his soft gaze fixated on me, holding the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair, making sure to push the sweat drenched strands out of my face, keeping me as pretty and presentable as he could.

John completely relaxed, leaning and spreading his arms out to cover the entire back of the couch, spreading his legs slightly as he watched the men with a quirked eyebrow, he tilted his head slightly, and he chuckled lowly once again.

“Don’t all go at once.” He joked. The room stayed silent, so after a few seconds, he continued. “Well? ‘s someone gonna go first? Take turns?” He gestured loosely with a turn of the wrist, looking like the cat who got the cream.

He was met with another silence, which he again filled quickly. “I said you could touch her?” He reminded the men, causing things to click into place. “Go on, keep her company? Treat her real nice. Don't she deserve it?” He spoke sweetly with an edge of condescension.

Mactavish gave a side eye glance at the domineering Captain, tilting his head and trying to smooth the venom that threatened to spit when he talked. “What’s the catch?”

“Don’t cum inside her.” He shrugged. “Otherwise do whatever you want. As long as she likes it.”

“Don’t cum inside her?” He repeated it back like he didn’t believe it, like there was some sort of fine-print in those words, and agreeing to it would damn his soul to suicide runs every morning for the next 3 months.

“That’s f’me only, yeah? Surely you understand?” The ice in his whiskey clinked together as he sipped it slowly, his eyes bore into Johnny, almost like a dare.

The duos all hesitated for their own respective reasons, though Kyle knew Price. He stood up, and took place where John was and I propped myself back up on my elbows, his breath catching at the lust-filled glazed-over look that returned his gaze.

“What? No one else ‘s gonna do it.” He spoke to the men’s stalkerish gazes, using it as an excuse to momentarily avoid my eye contact.

“Thatt’a boy.” He tilted his head downwards in an approving nod when Garrick glanced over his shoulder, they shared a moment of understanding eye contact.

He moved the position around enough where I was still lying comfortably, though enough where Price could relax and get a decent view without moving around. Why bite the hand that feeds? He thinks to himself, trying to make it so John could hover over his actions, and control his every move without much of having to move his neck in the slightest.

Kyle knew as well as anyone, that one wrong move on John’s girl and he’d be grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged to god-knows-where. While Mactavish theorised and over-analysed the subtext of those words, he simply knew what they meant. ‘Don’t make her unhappy’; so he took those words to heart.

He unbuckled his belt, feeling the peering eyes swallow in his every movement. One hand fiddled with his pants and worked on removing them, while the other ran up the smooth skin of my stomach, giving a soft squeeze to my breast with a low groan.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm, I’m okay, Kyle.” I nodded, and he simply nodded back, his words catching in his throat.

There was an itching paranoia to not fuck it up, he stroked himself slowly as his mind lingered on what he was going to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but this wasn’t his girl, there was no way he could do those sorts of things in front of her boyfriend and not end up on some sort of personal hit-list.

His hand reached for my thigh, lifting it up slightly to spread my legs. He watched John’s cum ooze out of me, and he slid in with a soft groan. “Jesus—” He hissed, hooking the curve of my knee into the curve of his elbow as he sank down to the hilt. He took a moment to regain his composure when I was still twitching around him so he could feel the occasional clench while he tried desperately to keep himself in control.

I arched my back into him, moaning softly and grabbing onto the sheets. John had given me instructions to simply lie there and take it, only speak up when something was wrong. It wasn’t my job to do anything that would get them off faster besides oft conversation. They simply had to make me feel good while working themselves to finish — this was about me.

Kyle began to mimic the thrusting that Price had previously done, and he’d gotten it down to perfection, though there was a slight awkwardness as he shuffled around on his knees.

The slickness swallowed him perfectly, and his head dropped forward, going completely limp. “Fuck, that’s good.” I whined out.

“Yeah?” My words were met back with a raspy plea of approval. “Jus’ tryna treat you right, doll.”

John interjected, noticing the pattern of Kyle fucking into me the same way he was prior. “Are you gonna fuck her or what?” He spoke dryly.

“What?”

“You’re doing what I was doing. Fuck her like how you want to fuck her.”

“Don’t say that.” Garrick gritted his teeth, his movements faltering. “How you fuck her is good f’her, gets ‘er off.” He tried to defend his actions, but while it was partly that, it did have a lot to do with not stepping on his best friend’s toes.

“She can take it.”

“God damn.” He groaned. “Lay back, sweet thing, let me—”

I leant back, and Kyle hovered over me completely, pushing my thigh to go over his shoulder. His hands reached my hips and his head dipped between my chest, staying there for a moment as he thrust at his own pace. It was slow, but deep and harsh.

“You gonna give him a hand?” John spoke up again, swirling his glass to let the clink of ice fill the air. “I didn’t say you couldn’t keep touching her. Just stay out of each other’s way, no fighting.”

They hesitated, though Soap greedily started grabbing at the thigh that wasn’t on Garrick’s shoulder; The other two were unsure if they wanted to touch me when his body was directly pressed onto mine.

Alejandro was not dissuaded, however. “Head up.” He whispered, I lifted myself up slightly and his hands quickly cupped my scalp again, holding me sweetly in place to make sure I didn’t bang my head. He sat quietly, but he assigned himself to the role of making sure I was okay, he knew the wood table was harsh, and a concussion would be the last thing he wanted, and maybe that was the tiniest bit for selfish reasons but he rationalised it by saying he was being kind.

His fingers delicately ran through my hair, brushing it slightly, and he kept pushing it out of my face. He was deliberate, and very gentle and kind with his actions.

Kyle’s head dipped to press kisses onto my neck, licking stripes as he restrained the urge to sink his teeth in. “God, this pussy is so fucking good.” He let out a whine, his hips speeding up slightly. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even think I deserve it.”

His words rambled on as the squelching noise increased in volume, and his eyes were practically rolling back into his skull the longer that he was buried inside of me. He sunk his teeth into my neck, then licked the teeth marks.

“Better than you imagined, huh?” Price joked, earning a mindless nod in response as my high pitched moans filled the air. “Tell the boys how she feels.”

“Like fuckin’ heaven.” He started, tripping over his words slightly. “Still twitchin’ ‘round me. So fuckin’ warm, so fuckin’ wet, so god damn fuckin’ tight.”

John let out an amused hum, idly tapping his finger on the side of his glass as he sipped, watching the way Kyle lost himself inside of me. He tilted his head with a smirk, noticing one key detail that Garrick was too pussy-drunk to realise, and he wanted to see how long it took for him to notice.

He continued his drunk ramblings. “Fuck, shouldn’t be allowed to bury my cock into this perfect cunt, too fuckin’ good for me.” He praised, letting the words go straight to my core, and he groaned when he felt me clench around him.

“Gaz.” John said sternly, interjecting to fix the aforementioned issue.

His brain was barely processing anything from the outside world. “Huh?” He responded, not turning to meet his gaze, instead just trying to bite down on my flesh again, needing to leave more marks. Not even to claim, but to keep his mouth busy from the filthy sounds that threatened to escape. Not in front of the lads, he thought to himself.

“Rub her clit, don’t be selfish.”

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, sweetheart.” He tensed up, realising his mistake and dipping his fingers between our bodies. “Can’t think straight, y’feel so good.”

My hands clung to his back as I nodded, my head was limp in Alejandro’s hands as Kyle started running sweet, lazy circles between my legs, hoping it was enough paired with his deep thrusts. His mouth continued to bite and suck at the skin he had access to.

His other hand fiddled with the hemming of the skirt, his brain wracked for anything to say. “God, you’re fuckin’ me stupid.” He laughed softly, knowing it was the only words lingering on the forefront of his mind.

“Ky, please—” I whined and it dragged his attention to my face, with a slight unease of panic, he scanned it for any sign of discomfort.

“What is it, doll?” He crooned sweetly, cutting me off slightly, inwardly begging that nothing is wrong and it was just a simple request and not something that’d have him dragged out of here before he could cum, he loathed the idea of being pulled out and having to go back to his quarters and stroke himself off to the mere fleeting memory of how good I felt.

He felt like his prayers were answered when I nodded in time to his thrust. “Need more, please.” He let out a sigh of relief, though it was hard to distinguish from his regular heavy breathing.

“If I give you more, you’ll be a sweet thing and cum on my cock, yeah?”

“Mhm, yeah!” I pleaded helplessly, squirming beneath his touch. He took note of the way my hips shuffled around against his lap, and he teetered on his knees slightly to ease the tension.

“I know what you need.” He tried to croon, though his voice was rasping and broke between groans. He tried to move our hips around.

“Please, give it to me, please—”

“God, where the fuck is it?” He growled, he pushed my knee to touch my shoulder, I let out a short whine and his face scrunched up at my desperate clenching. “Where is it, sweet thing? C’mon, help me out.”

Price sighed, pitying my incessant whining. He hovered over Kyle’s back, placing one hand on his spine and the other on his hip. “Move down.” He mumbled, watching him shift down. “Up a bit.” He continued throwing slight directions at him until, eventually—

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as his deep slow thrusts pushed into the spongy spot he was looking for.

“Fuck, there it is.” He almost sobbed. “There you go, doll, fuck.”

John let out a content hum, slumping back on the couch and crossing his leg. He rested his arm on his knee, another slow sip, his eyes lingered on the view in front of him, his dick twitching back to life softly, although he didn’t feed into it.

“Thank you, John.” He babbled as an afterthought as he repeatedly hit the squishy gspot that caused the front of his pants to get damp. “Close, ain’t you, sweetheart?”

“So close, Ky, please, wanna cum.”

“Right with you, doll.” He praised softly, and I instinctively wrapped my leg around his waist, causing a hiss to escape his throat. “Soap, hold her fuckin’ leg down.” He barked slightly, knowing that the slight amount of desire to keep him inside would be enough for him to not leave.

Mactavish stopped his groping and quickly abetted Kyle’s sudden demand, and Johnny seemed to think that following the rules, every tiny command; it would be his ticket out of jail metaphorically and, with how Price treats him, literally.

“God, wanna cum inside so bad.” He whined, his orgasm impending as I squeezed him tightly. “Wanna bury m’cock in and never leave.”

His hips kept faltering as he struggled to keep up his designated pace. “Don’t stop! Please, so close, Kyle, ‘m gonna—”

“I know, sweet thing, ‘m sorry. Just.. Fuck, how does John do it? I’d just live here if I could.” His words flooded my thoughts and my fingernails dug desperately into his shirt, leaving moon shaped indents on his shoulder blades.

“I struggle.” John shrugged. “You better not cum before she does. Forgot to mention that, thought it was a given. You gotta make her cum.” His grin was cocky as his words crawled into every crevice of Kyle’s brain, as well as the others.

“I know.” He growled. “‘M fuckin’ tryin’, Price.”

His head dipped once again, pressing more kisses onto the soft expanse of my neck, sucking and biting softly with his own desperate need. His hands doubled their speeds on my clit as he continued to struggle with keeping his pace set.

“Doll, I know you’re so close, you wanna cum so fuckin’ bad.” He choked out. “Need t’feel you cum, please—” His words stopped suddenly, his mind going black and his eyes rolling back.

I mindlessly chanted his name, feeling it wash over me. He let out a choked groan, feeling me squeeze down on him. “C’mon, ride it out.” He spoke sweetly, trying to hold himself back until my orgasm was completely over.

He noticed that my body went slack, my tight grip against his shoulders let go of his shirt, and he quickly slipped out while he still could. He moved my leg back down and held my skirt up while he jerked himself to completion, his words coming out as a slurred hiss.

“Such a pretty pussy, god damn, gonna cum.” He continued rambling. “Gonna cum all over this pretty cunt. You want that?”

“Please.” I pleaded, throwing my head back further into Alejandro’s hands, earning a quiet coo from him.

His hands were holding the skirt up while eyeing up the leaky hole. Watching the arousal and what was left of John’s cum just seeped out of it, and the wetness coating his dick as he stroked himself to completion, the imagery itself making his mind run in circles.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded blankly before cursing under his breath again. “Shit, shit, shit.” He choked out, going over the edge and spilling warm white ropes that covered the ‘perfect pussy.’

His cum covered the mons pubis and dribbled down between the folds, sticking to the slick skin beautifully. If he didn’t know any better, he’d’ve stared for at least an hour at the scene, though he’d quickly rejoined earth with a sigh, tucking himself back into his pants and swiftly moving out of the way for whoever wanted to go next.

Mactavish pushed past Garrick quickly, wanting to get his turn in before Price changed his mind and sent him to the bench again. He didn’t even take a second glance at the mixture of cum that covered me, uncaring for what he was about to be using as lube.

Kyle slumped down onto the couch next to Price so he could catch his breath, and smiled in amusement at the other man’s eagerness. “Good fuckin’ pussy.” He muttered to John with a lopsided grin more-so directed at him.

Mactavish tugged at the skirt with greedy hands, the soft frilly fabric feeling like a barrier when he rubbed it between his calloused fingers. “Get it off.” He mumbled to himself, knowing he was going to do it anyway; his hands worked to peel it off my body, careful enough to not get cum-stains on the cute fabric. Rodolfo gave him a hand, pulling the elastic wide enough that it could be pulled past my thighs without smearing any filth onto it.

His calloused fingers quickly dipped lower, meeting the wet entrance and he slid two into the warmth. His eyes widened slightly at the feel, and he simply felt around, his fingertips brushing against the walls.

“She can take anythin’, right?” Johnny turned to the smug faced Captain. “Nothin’ ‘s off the table?”

He earned nothing but a coy shrug in response, he let out a short laugh, removing his fingers, seeing them coated with the mixture of cum. His fingers dipped to collect some of Kyles and brought his hand to my mouth. “Open wide, bonnie.” He cooed sweetly.

I opened my mouth lazily, letting him push his fingers into the wetness. I moaned around the digits, swirling my tongue around.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised, with a tinge of jealousy hanging off the words.

He removed his clean fingers, and his hands tightly gripped onto my waist. “Bet you’re gonna think about this for weeks, how our big ‘n’ mean Cap’n got a group of scary ‘n’ strong soldiers to treat you like a li’l lady, yeah? Ain’t that right, hen? He’s got a bunch of pussy drunk fools treatin’ you like you’re heaven on earth.”

“I am.” I mumbled back as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet slit awkwardly, holding my hips enough where Garrick’s cum wouldn’t smear off, though they stuck to between my thighs and he knew that Kyle’s cum would stain the front of his pants. It riled him up, and they all silently yet mutually agreed that they wanted to see the cumdump at the end.

“Yeah, ‘course you are.” He smiled slightly. “How y’want me to fuck you?”

“Hard, Johnny.” I squirmed at the way he fucked the slit. The entire time, he had a grin plastered on his face, especially while pushing himself in slowly, closing his eyes. His eyes were half-lidded and he took a handful of tit, bullying his way into the slick space.

“Hard? You wanna ask nicer?”

“Please, please, Johnny, please, fuck me hard.” I pleaded as I kept moving around, trying to move my hips against his for friction but I was held in place with the firmness of his grip on my waist.

“You’re such a perfect girl.” He spoke, dragging himself all the way out before slamming back in, earning himself a choked cry. “Did Price have to teach you how to beg that good?”

I shook my head hesitantly, and he dragged himself out again, holding it there while he waited for a verbal response. “Mhmhm, no.” I struggled out, earning a murmured ‘liar’ from John.

He tilted his head, pushing back in and repeating the actions, knocking the air out of my lungs. I nodded in time to his thrusts, my eyes unfocused as his movements were harsh, though eventually, he stopped dragging himself out so far but that didn’t mean he relented on the harsh slaps that filled the gaps between my moans.

His hand began rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So sensitive.” He spoke coolly, Garrick’s cum sticking to his palm as he moved without a care for it. His movements were steady, quick and deliberate.

Thin strings of a mixture of cum connected our body, sticking to his pubic bone. His free, clean hand reached up and he ran his fingers through the shaggy mohawk, repeating the motion and slightly gripping onto the hair to hold it out of place as he kept fucking me closer to the edge. It was an odd quirk, but it seemed like he was barely aware that he was doing it besides the way his eyebrows knitted together when he tugged on his own hair by his brain confusing the movements between each hand.

The hand on my clit kept faltering for the same reason, he let out a low groan as he felt me clench around him. “Don’t cum.” He grunted. “Don’t— Don’t you dare.” The way he spoke was clear with the intent that it was a command, making my head spin.

I tried to balance my breathing, my hand wrapping over my mouth as Ale soothingly stroked my hair, brushing the sweat out of my face again. “Oh, fuck—“ I choked out. “Slow down—“

“He said you can take anything, bonnie, what’s the matter?” He spoke dismissively.

“It’s too much!”

“I don’t fuckin’ care.” He hissed, as he shuffled around, groaning at the slight discomfort from kneeling. Breathy moans left his throat at the pleasure, but the slight grunts and groans were from his knees brushing against the hardwood floor.

“Is someone’s knee acting up?” Price teased.

“Shut the fuck up.” John barked back.

His eyes glazed over slightly when he noticed that I was slowing my breathing to hold off the impending orgasm, his hand snaked up and wrapped tightly around my throat, squeezing enough to falter my composure, causing my smooth breathing to fall to disarray.

“Chugged to those panties, yeah? Still got ‘em.” He confessed, sounding utterly and truly debauched. The words sounded filthy coming from his mouth, and his accent didn’t help. “I’m sure John wants ‘em back but he can have it over m’dead body.”

“Please—” I cried out, clenching around him both from his words and the pressure from between my legs. “Can’t..”

“You wanna cum? You know what to do.”

“God, please, please, let me cum, please—“ I babbled, repeating the same few words over and over, sounding pitiful as he continued to take what he wanted. Tears pricked my eyes, oversensitive and desperate to cum. “Johnny, please.”

“How can I say no when you sound so pretty like that?” He grunted. “Go on, cum on my cock, you greedy—”

“Watch it.” Price interjected quickly.

Johnny let out a low growl, picking up the pace a little more. He swallowed his thoughts, his mind going blank as he chased his orgasm. “Just cum for me, y/n, clench around me.” His accent was thick and aggressive with need, I panted under him as he tried to keep his movements steady despite the feeling around him.

I cried out as I clamped down on him, tensing around him in a weak attempt to milk him dry. His thrusts faltered slightly as I kept sucking him in and he tried to station his breathing through my climax. Once the climax had drawn out enough for him to pull out, he took a breath of air and dipped his head.

His hair hung low, covering his face as he looked completely down, though he was biting down on his lips so hard they might bleed. “If I can’t cum in your womb, I’ll fuckin’ cum on it.” He moaned, wrapping his hand around mine as he fisted his dick until it twitched in my hand, quickly leaking over my fingers and onto my lower stomach.

The fresh cum was warm and landed freshly onto the expanse of my skin, and his cum mixed slightly with Kyle’s. His hand dipped momentarily to try and wipe off the excess cum from his own thighs, then wiped his hand clean on a fresh part of my skin like a mere rag.

He slumped down on the couch, a fair distance from Price and picked up his drink. He was barely packed away, only enough to be considered barely decent, and he used the vapour on the glass to make his hand feel less slick as the water diluted the mixture of cum. He dried his hands on his cargo pants and leaned back in the chair with a slow sip of the whiskey; his mind was completely blank and he sat there looking like the cat who got the cream just like Garrick.

However, Rodolfo, Alejandro and Simon shared a glance, unsure on who was to go next. There was no shoving, no argument and no rush; they were willing to wait for their turn. Alejandro and Simon were patient men, their ranks proved that. Rodolfo was a well-trained soldier, willing to let his superiors pick first.

“Either of you can go.” Alejandro spoke up clearly, it came across as an order as he carefully stroked my hair out of my face again, using his wrist to wipe the sweat off of my forehead and his eyebrows knitted as he watched the other men.

“Are you sure?” Rodolfo continued, evidently not as an act of disobedience but as a subtle sign of respect. “You can go.”

“I don’t care.” His response was swift. “I want to go last. Someone just go.”

The discussion then moved towards the Ghost. Rodolfo turned to him in an attempt to foist himself last. He was awkwardly sitting there, but Simon stood stern and strong. He was unmoving and composed despite the scene in front of him but his eyes betrayed him as his gaze flicked to the mess on my lower torso.

“Just go.” Simon spoke, continuing Alejandro’s orders but his words were still soft outside of the natural roughness of his voice. He was considerably tense, though he was staying patient and entirely collected.

Rodolfo nodded sharply, taking his order in stride as a respectable soldier, though his erection betrayed his professionalism. He awkwardly stood to attention, meeting between my legs and looking Alejandro in the eyes briefly before he grabbed at my tits.

“Princesa..” He mumbled. “You look so pretty.”

“Thank you.” I purred politely, sounding evidently cock-drunk.

A handful of words tumbled out of his mouth freely despite my inability to understand spanish. Though it seemed like incoherent ramblings of gibberish as all his sentences muddled together. “Eres una mujer brillante.” The words tumbled out of his mouth. “Déjame tratarte bien.”

His hands groped at my chest idly as his brain went into overdrive. His hands wanted to linger downwards but he was cautious of the drying mess on my stomach. His hands landed on the side of my hips, before he quickly made work on his pants.

“You’ll take me so well, won’t you, princesa?” He continued, hesitantly pushing into the hilt, letting out a short gasp at the ease of it. “Holy— Jesucristo.” He cursed. “Easy fit.” A string of groans left his throat just as easily, his hands dug into the flesh of my thighs as he pulled me closer, moving in tandem.

There was a slight snicker behind him as the others agreed despite the exhaustion from post nut clarity as they sunk into the chairs, sipping the fine liquor and their eyes half-lidded in a weak attempt to stay awake or to fight the urge to go for a round two.

Rudy was a quiet man, only speaking when spoken to. He took this as just another mission, despite his own selfish need. Deep down, he knew he wanted this more than anything, but something deep in his gut churned, he knew this wasn’t his girl and that his superiors were watching, that didn’t dissuade him from chasing the mutual pleasure but he didn’t indulge in the fantasies replaying behind his eyes. The positions, the scenarios, the kinks, the generalised exploration. He watched them keenly, though his hands twitched in restraint.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, leaning close to me. His thrusts were precise, though he had to shuffle around in an attempt to find the gspot. “So head empty, that’s it.” His words were a soft coo as he attempted to bring himself down to earth despite his mind being apparently somewhere else.

“Rudy—” I whined out, shuffling my hips to meet his thrusts and try to position him, though it was met with incessant whining once again as I cried out in frustration, too exhausted to use my words.

Price gestured at the two men beside him and in sync, they stood up and each took one side of his hip. They shared a nervous glance as they moved his hips similarly to what worked for them. They were just as tired, and held their breaths until I moaned out the signal they’d done their job. They let out the breath they were holding and slumped back down. Price gave a curt nod of approval, refilling their whiskey and dropping the ice cubes with a clink.

Rodolfo mumbled a ‘gracias’, continuing his movements as he started to hit the good spot. “You have.. The best pussy I’ve ever seen.” He spoke slowly, hesitating over his words. The other men agreed, and admittedly, Simon and Alejandro were excited for what awaited them. They were all experienced with pussy — but there was a mutual agreement that they’d never had anything quite like this.

Eventually, Price had had enough; “Let go.” He ordered sternly though his voice was a low whisper.

He swallowed a groan and tried to turn off his thoughts, though it was only an excuse to obey an order. “Touch yourself for me.” He beckoned me. “Por favor. I want to see it.” I obeyed him just as he did to Price, reaching down to rub my clit for him. He let out a satisfied grunt as his methodical thrusts picked up pace.

“Thank you.” I babbled mindlessly as I rubbed my clit for him, he continued his movements as he wracked his brain for anything he could say that hadn’t already been said.

“There you go, see? You’re not too tired to get yourself off. So needy.” He muttered. “So sensitive.” He’d noticed the sudden tightness at the added sensation from me rubbing myself exactly how I liked. “You’re doing so good, hermosa.”

I nodded blankly, trying to comprehend his words while keeping up with his movements, though he noticed me faltering. “Come on, princesa, you’re creaming on my cock, you're made for..” He trailed off quickly with a sharp inhale. “Eres bien, muy bien.” He praised.

“I’m close.” I whispered. “Please, I’m close.”

He had a lopsided grin, his words were sweet despite the teasing undertone. “That’s it, use your words.” He spoke with his fingernails digging into the plump of my thighs, leaving indents on the flesh. I winced at the feeling though it only fueled me more.

“So damn wet, creaming all over me, preciosa, look at the ring around my dick.” He rambled to himself helplessly. “I’d do awful things to you if John wasn’t around.” He mumbled, attempting to be out of earshot but whether or not it actually was up for debate, however, it’s not like John responded to his comment.

He was desperately trying to push me over the edge, I was twitching around him from the sensitivity and the impending orgasm. “Want you to cum. Para mi.” He spoke through his groans. “I need you to cum so I can.”

“Rudolfo, please.” I pleaded with him though he beckoned for me to use my words. “I’m right there, don’t stop.” I spoke through teary eyes, the overstimulation getting to me.

He didn’t plan on stopping, and he felt the weak spasming as another orgasm washed over me completely. The way I took his cock completely through my orgasm was almost too much for him, his breath catching in his throat as he scrunched his face up. He held on as I tried to ride out my orgasm,

“Mierda, maldita mierda.” He cursed sharply, pulling out and stroking himself once, twice before he spilled out onto my thigh, leaving the white streaks dripping down between my legs. “Casi dentro, ay, eso apestaría.” He tried to laugh awkwardly as he came back to earth, his cum continued to dribble from the tip, smearing it across my thigh before tucking it back away. He stood awkwardly for a moment, taking in the scene in front of him and the scene around him.

He mumbled a quiet ‘gracias’ to Price as he picked up his drink from where he left it and awkwardly moved to one of the chairs away from the couch, not wanting to sit directly next to the man whose girlfriend he’d just fucked and came all over.

Simon reluctantly got up quickly after, handing his drink off to Soap and unbuckling his belt with a clink. “You’re lucky I don’t have the mask on.” He commented, his tone fairly unreadable in the haze of my afterglow. The aftermath was lasting longer and longer and the time between orgasms were shorter and shorter, and my eyes were already quite teary so they both knew there was only so long left before it would begin to be too much. While the other men were simply glad they got their turn, and they were enjoying the view while their dicks got hard once again, there was a slight guilt for what would be of Alejandro if he couldn’t get his turn.

The Ghost clicked his fingers for my attention and once my eyes were on him, he was sliding into the slickness slowly. His shoulders slumped quickly and he let out a low growl. “Okay.” He breathed in sharply through his nose, clearly unexpecting the others to be telling the truth. “Okay, this is a good cunt.”

He felt me flutter around him while I kept twitching from the overstimulation, and immediately, he let his composure fall and took the situation before him in stride. “They’re so gentle with you.” He spoke with a sense of condescension. “They treat you like you’re fuckin’ glass, ey?”

I nodded weakly, and he slowly began to thrust, dragging it out against the slickness and nuzzling it against the back wall. He found the gspot rather quickly due to his observant nature, and it immediately made me yelp, earning a coo from him.

“I bet you came up with this.” He accused. “Not him, you’re the mastermind behind this, aren’t you?” His words weren’t aggressive, though he spat the words like he wanted the truth and wouldn’t accept any other answer outside of that. He sped up his pace, going harsh and fast, fucking the words out of my head.

“Don’t know what you’re on about.” I managed to stutter out, though he didn’t take that as the answer he wanted or expected. His fingers began rubbing short, slow 8’s onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, earning a flinch away from him but that didn’t stop him.

“You’re torturing us all the time, god, trying to rile us up just so John would get pissed at us.” He continued accusing me, his eyes glued to the slick mess on my lower body. “Then you came up with this sick idea, huh? You get off to it.”

I let out struggling sounds as answers and he just gave a short laugh, continuing his movements though he could tell I was already too close from overstimulation and his harsh words and harsher pace were driving me close.

“I know.” He hummed. “Using your words can be really hard when your head is just so fucking empty.” He tried to speak sweetly, though stifling the aggression wasn’t going to work in the slightest against the one and only Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. “You’re such a good girl when you’re not some cock-drunk slag.”

His words were usually followed by a chuckle, though the air was filled with his groans and growls, and he’d curse under his breath at the tension around him. “You’re swallowing me in, baby.” He grunted. “God, you’re gonna cum from this, aren’t you?”

His words were heavy, and I nodded weakly. “Love it.” I mumbled, though the sentence itself didn’t make a whole lot of sense, he put the dots together on what it meant.

“Yeah, you love being treated like a dirty slag. You love getting your cunt used, getting turned into a fuckin’ cumdump.” His words kept the underlying harshness, though his smug grin made him sound like this was amusing to him.

“I do.” I managed out.

*His words rang around my head like a melody at his smooth words since it was all I could focus on. I was seeing stars and my body ached from all the tension.

The orgasm was quick and sharp, and came (ha) almost out of nowhere; it was short with a cried out ‘oh, fuck’, as I arched into him, my entire body tensing up and Alejandro carefully holding me up.

I fell back down to catch my breath and gazed up at Simon with glazed eyes, he just looked back down with a soft smile, almost pitying me. “Darlin’, that felt amazing but I’m not close yet.”

“Si, please.” I whimpered with no real purpose. He tutted down at me as his actions didn’t stop. My words didn’t string together as I struggled out helpless moans of his name and pleas with no end goal in mind.

“You can take it, baby, just until I cum, yeah? And then you got sweet Alejandro, he’ll treat you real nice too.” He whispered reassuringly, chasing his orgasm. He gave a light pat to my cheek, feeling me pulse around him. “I feel you sucking me in.” He grunted to himself.

“I know you’re close, always right there, dirty fuckin’ slut.” His words were harsh and Price gave a warning glare. “Your greedy pussy keeps begging for more.” His eyes, the whole time, were glued to mine though they would occasionally flicker down to my body to drink me in. His thrusts were quick and strong as he snapped into place, he was cursing and growling under his breath, his hands grabbing at my chest when he didn’t need to hold my hips in place.

I started to sob as he pummelled deep inside of me, Alejandro’s sweet hands wiped them away and Simon let out a soft snicker. “You’re so desperate and sensitive.” His words were heavy with lust. “Don’t you dare cum again, Price didn’t say you had to cum multiple times, hm? And who knows how many you’ve got left in you.”

“Plenty— I’ve got plenty, I can take it all.” I rambled, his movements bullying the air out of my lungs and bouncing me against the soft fabric beneath me. “Please, ‘m gonna cum, I want.. Please, wanna cum.”

His breathing was laboured as I pulsed around him, trying to ride my orgasm out of him, I dipped down to complete myself as short growls left his throat. “Fuck, you’re..” He hissed. “Price got us worshipping this sloppy fucking cunt, naughty girl. Say it.”

“I’m, Ah, I’m a naughty girl.”

He clicked his fingers again to get my attention. “No, say it was your idea. It was your idea to get us to take advantage of this dripping hole, wasn’t it?” It was evident by his clenched jaw and tight-knit brows that he was close but he wasn’t going to cum until I rebutted his claims.

“No! ‘M a good girl!” The words fell smoothly off my tongue and he gripped my face in response, my eyes were glazed over. “I’d never do a thing like that.” I slurred, trying to flutter my eyelashes up at him but it didn’t work on him.

“Liar.” He cursed, slowing his movements just barely. “You must think ‘m stupid. I’m not letting you cum until you tell the truth.” He threatened, and while I didn’t take him seriously, his hands wrapped around my wrist and attempted to hold my hands from him.

“Okay!” I cried out in defeat, earning a beckoned ‘okay?’ as a gesture, I should continue my admittance of defeat. “I did it! It was my idea!” I sobbed, and he continued the pace enough to let my blinding pleasure snap. “God fucking damn, I begged John to let me teach you a lesson—”

“That’a girl, cum on my cock, that’s it.” He spoke softly, turning to give John a smug, shit-eating grin. “See, there you go, that wasn’t hard.” My body ached and the muscles were sensitive, though he continued for a few more thrusts, making sure it was completely over.

His breathing became laboured as he pulled out, my body trembling slightly. “You have everyone fooled that you’re a good girl but you’re just a dirty slag, who just wants to get fucked senseless. You cum so quick and hard, so damn sensitive.” He groaned inwardly, working himself to completion. “Where you want me, y/n? C’mon, bet you’ve rubbed your pretty cunt to this idea.”

The other men cursed at themselves, wishing they’d made the best of it like Simon was, taking it to its full extent. “Anywhere.” I pleaded. “Wherever you want—”

He let out a frustrated grunt while he stroked himself greedily. “That’s not an answer.” He said firmly. “You’ve been such a good girl, so verbal and everything.” He praised backhandedly with the evident annoyance at the lack of answer.

With a sharp hiss, he moved his hips in time with the way he stroked his dick, his face was stone-cold and serious as he tried to quickly cum. Like all the other men, the army had built up his stamina, though being a soldier meant he didn’t have the time to take care of himself fully, learning to only rely on the minimum it took to fulfil his needs.

As much as they hated taking their time, they at least knew this was jerk-off material for at least a few months before the memory began to fade.

“Take it, babe, there you go.” He moaned, small pants of air filling his lungs and he reached around, giving a sharp tug on my hair. “Arch your back for me, that’s it.” He growled, watching me press my stomach into his red, leaking tip. He panted for air with short growls on the exhale, his hand tightly wrapped around my hair and his cock as he worked himself to finish.

He lets out a low, pleased grunt as his cum manages to spurt everywhere — at its peak, it reaches my tits and then dips down to my lower stomach, making a mess on the entirety of the cum-stained flesh. He continued to stroke himself slowly, pushing the last of his cum from the tip before quickly pulling his pants up.

He cleared his throat, and just like that, he was back to his mean old self.

Alejandro carefully took his hands away from me, and moved around the table slowly like he was stalking his prey; he was desperate, beyond so, you could tell from just looking at him and the way he carried himself to kneel between my legs.

His eyes flicked to the mess on my stomach and he let out a low exhale, unbuttoning his pants slowly and furrowing his eyebrows. He rubbed the head up and down the wet slit before sliding in with a grunt. “Good job, querida, you’re doing so good.” He crooned, starting his thrusting before he even reached the hilt.

He leaned forward to press kisses on my neck and chest while he moved, slowly burying his aching cock deeper and deeper. “God, had to watch them fuck you. My dicks so fuckin’ hard.” He spoke mindlessly, letting himself get caught up in the feeling.

My pussy throbbed around him at the stimulation of his movements while he made quick work on my clit, kissing the side of my neck pleasantly. “Can I kiss her?” He pleaded to Price. He answered with a short nod and muttered ‘why not?’

His movements, like the others, were with attempted precision under the fear of being spectated by Captain John Price, though as expected, they couldn’t work to unfaulted perfection.

“Solo déjame hacerte sentir bien, querida.” He mumbled sweetly before pressing a chaste kiss onto my lips. I moaned quietly into his mouth and he took it in stride, picking up the pace and hitting deep inside the slick heat.

His hand stroked the side of my face, cupping it slightly as he continued pressing kisses along my skin, making me squeeze around him. I was a mess and it was audible and visual to everyone in the room. I was overstimulated, and on the brink of exhaustion as I took everything he could give me.

He noticed the look on my face, he felt guilty that I was so tired, but god, he couldn’t stop now. “One more, querida.” He pleaded with whiney breaths, his languid movements almost overwhelming to my quivering body.

“Alejandro, it’s a lot.”

“I know, angel, I know.” He spoke sweetly despite the dryness in his throat. “I know you’re tired, but you can do one more, can’t you?” He pleaded, though he was understanding if this was all too much, not that he’d be too pleased about it.

I gave a weak nod from my tear-stained cheeks as his hand stayed cupping my cheek. He pulled away and his hands began to explore my body. “Rub that pretty clit for me, neña, I have to..” His voice trailed off softly, as his hands tried to work around Riley’s cum.

“God, please.” I mindlessly chanted as his hands slightly squeezed at parts of my body, from my breasts to the back of my thighs. I tried to move my fingers quickly in circles but it felt futile, my body going that tingly, numb sensation, the slight searing pain beginning to set in while still being a blinding, white-hot pleasure.

“I have to feel you.” He whispered in explanation, though he continued his sweet, thoughtful actions; he brushed my hair out of my face again and tried to wipe away the sweat forming in some of the crevices. “Dirty girl, messy little thing.” He muttered quietly.

“Your pussy is so good, bebe, buena coño, hm?” He switched smoothly, feeling my twitching when he spoke his native tongue. “Si, uno más, solo uno más.”

He was gruff, short heavy breaths rasping from his dry throat, but his mind was reeling at the attempt of softness. I couldn’t bear to hurt you — not when you’re so sweet, not when you’re not even mine, he thought to himself as he tried to keep his soft composure. He wanted nothing more than to go hard and fast, to take what he wanted.

“I feel you squeezing me, I know it’s a lot, neña.” His words were sweet as he tried to keep me calm. Tears continued to stream down my face with short moans and she simply hushed them away.

I whimpered under his gentle thrusts, and he continued to try to hush me into calmness. “It’s so much.” I whined.

“It’s okay.” He reassured me. “Just one more for me.” He was careful, he felt the throb of my pussy from sensitivity, it coaxed more out of him as it hugged around his cock perfectly. It was clear that he wasn’t asking, though his encouragement was earnest.

His mouth continued to brush against my flesh and he landed on my lips again. He gave a light slap to the back of my thigh. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, querida.” He spoke smoothly. He continued his movements, his hand holding my thighs into place as he pressed a light kiss on my throat.

“I’m close.”

“Me too, you can do it.” His words were barely above a whisper. “Keep going, neña, you’re right there.” His hips stuttered slightly, struggling to move as I tightened around him, holding him in place. He let out a low groan as his ears perked to my high-pitched moans and whines.

“Alejandro.” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as I shivered from the numbing pleasure. “Alejandro, like that, don’t stop.”

He continued his movements slowly, “It's hard to go after Ghost and be impressive.” He joked, trying to keep the mood light. “Relax, take a deep breath. Ride it out, milk my fucking cock.” He rasped out, furrowing his eyebrows through the orgasm cascading around him.

I went limp on the table and he wrapped his arms around my torso to hold me up. “Joder, vamos.” He mumbled to himself, kneading my thighs in his hands. “Justo contigo, justo ahí.”

He was trying to control himself as he neared his edge. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me as he slowed his thrusting to make sure it didn’t hurt me despite it elongating his pleasure. “Trying not to hurt you.” He explained softly. “I’m almost done.”

He quickly slid out with ease and ran his hands up the side of my body, cupping my breast and then my face as he pulled away to spectate the view in front of him. “Tómalo, hermosa.” He grunted, closing his eyes as his orgasm washed over him.

The strings of white cum gushed from his tip, landing on the space of my stomach. It began to gather in the V of my pelvis, dripping down already onto the white-stained flesh. Dry white streaks covered my tits down to my thighs, and his hazy-lidded eyes took in the sight as he rubbed his tip over the mess, smearing his cum around slightly.

“Thank you, cariño.” He muttered sweetly, pressing another chaste kiss onto my lips. “I know you’re sore and tired.” He stroked my cheek softly.

Price let out a soft sigh, patting his thighs and standing up. He placed the empty glass on the blanket and placed his hand on Alejandro’s shoulder. Alej took the hint, putting his dick back in his pants and shuffling them straight as he zipped it up.

“Who’s going to help me clean up?” John announced. The other men were tired, and evidently pussy-drunk from the post-climax haze.

“Do we get a reward?” Mactavish joked coyly, a snicker falling past his lips and earning no more than a sideways glance. John tried to conceal his smug grin, and raised his eyebrows in amusement as he ignored the question.

I was sprawled across the table, legs spread wide still as an act of display. He let a soft smile across his face before he sat down next to me. “Wake up, princess.” He teased. His hand brushed over my forehead, moving the hair and sweat away like Alejandro had done previously.

“You okay?” He asked softly. I nodded lazily, resting my eyes. “My baby girl is just so fucked out.” He commented with a soft laugh. “Someone get me a wet cloth.” He clicked his fingers, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“I’m tired.” I slurred out.

“You did such a good job, princess.” He praised, holding the wet cloth to my stomach and wiping away the filth. He washed my skin gingerly, watching it collect onto the rag and he tossed it to one of the lads to put away.

There was vague chitter-chatter and the sound of the glasses being taken to the sink, and they walked around cleaning up idly.

He wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me into a hug, one hand holding my thighs in a cradled position. “That’s it, baby girl.” He cooed, smiling softly while picking me up. I nuzzled into his neck, feeling the scratch of his beard. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I sighed, a soft love-filled gaze mixed with my exhaustion. “‘M okay..”

“I know you can take a lot but you can tell me.” He reassured while holding me, his hands rubbing up and down the side of my arm, then he placed a gentle kiss onto the curve of my shoulder.

He picked me up fully, giving a short glance to the other men as he smiled down at me. “I’m proud of you, princess, you did a good job, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He spoke sweetly as he dismissed the others.

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