guess who? | feat. task force 141
-> minor bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory. ⚔️
your moans are high and breathy, lips spit-slicken and open as thick fingers thrust into you in an endless pattern. the blindfold wrapped around your eyes feels like torture, not being able to see your partners as you're fucked relentlessly.
"please, fuck, need you," you whine, squirming where your wrists are tied together, and your ankles are tied to the bedposts.
all you can think about; all you can feel, taste, touch -- is the slide of a dick against your pussy, the high of sex. even the tantalising, devastating fact dancing in the back of your mind doesn't minimise the pleasure flooding your body.
a light slap to your cheek has you letting out a pathetic whine.
"aww, love," kyle coos, "you know what you gotta do. be a good girl for us, hey?"
and, yes, you know that you have to do something. you're not entirely sure if it's even important, anymore, though -- if it even matters. nothing feels quite as significant as your impending orgasm.
a particularly rough thrust has you groaning, a tear leaking down your cheek from behind the blindfold.
"guess who, angel," simon mutters, a threat underlying his words.
he doesn't give away anything, but even after multiple rounds of edging, he barely lets out a whimper. he's stone cold, just as johnny always said.
"i --" you hiccup, squirming in your restraints, "i can't, please just let me cum --"
a pull at your hair has you crying out.
"you know the rules, darlin' girl. guess right, you can cum as much as you want."
john.
your captain.
his voice is rough and just slightly too condescending to be sweet. you can't find it in yourself to mind, not really, not when that relentless heat in your stomach feels like it's about to reach its peak.
"use yer pretty head, lass," johnny snickers, cruel, just this side of perfect. if you could get any wetter -- that would do it.
"or did we fuck 'er too dumb?" kyle taunts, a following hiss reminding you that they were all probably kissing each other too. or.
fuck.
your chest falls in heavy sweeps, sweat clinging to your skin, the smell of sex and cum and love in the air --
"john. it's --" you inhale a deep, shaky breath, "john."
"oh, good girl," john praises, a hand falling into your hair and combing through the ends in gentle strokes.
elation fills you, relief flooding your veins, so close --
"but you're wrong."
the thrusts stop, and tears fall from your eyes and trail down your cheeks as you hiccup sobs.
you were so damn close.
a mouth brushes against your ear, and you fail to supress a shudder, the movement so sensual it has your pulse racing tenfold.
it's simon.
"time for a new game, hm?"
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i thought of a funny little thing.. that could turn smuttyy
(for this one let's assume miguelito has spidey senses 😗)
shy alchemax lab cutie reader whose crush, miguel o'hara, triggers her flight response, except her flight response is hiding in the nearest storage cabinet slash locker when she even hears his footsteps come down the hall.
little does she know he can literally hear and sense her and he mistakes her acts for her being a spy or something, but as he comes to realize it only happens for him, he devises a little plan to get you to admit your feelings for him... feelings that are very much reciprocated...
he comes fucking charging at you and you stare wide-eyed before running down the hall and into a small closet... looking through the tiny slits to see any hint of him...
only for two arms to pull you against a firm chest and rub you against his bulge, leaning down to whisper in your ear...
"i finally got you," he growls lowly. "no running this time, gatita~"
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