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It was dirty, gross, and probably morally grey — but god it was hard to say no. Not with the way Guest 1337 pulled on your hair, bring your face close to his, close enough to feel his warm breath through gritted teeth.
You recognized the look in his eyes, the way that his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you with equal parts disdain and desire.
There was no need for words, no sentence able to describe the almost routine way that he pulled you to the side, behind a building halfway across from the map.
It was greedy of him to monopolize you when you could be out helping others, but his restraint had been worn down, discipline nothing in the face of his lust. With no reason to speak, his lips had found yours, capturing them in a kiss rough enough to steal your breath.
Hands explored your body, searching for the familiar buttons and zippers, undressing you with as much naturalness as a lover. If you had asked anyone else, they would’ve assumed you were more than just ‘friends’, but maybe that came with the territory — of coming to each other when the frustration was too much to bear.
He knew your ins and outs, what you liked and what you didn’t. And he knew that you needed him just as much as he needed you.
His hands weren’t frantic but rushed, pulling your clothes off just enough for him to gain access, aware of how exposed the two of you were.
When you were with him, it was like everything else fell away, its importance pailing in comparison to the way his fingertips burned marks into your fragile skin.
There was a moment of softness, where he pulled away, eyes boring into yours, his expression stern and to others unchanging, but you could tell by the hesitation in his actions and the way he waited for your approval, a silent request of your consent.
Of course, you could never deny him like this, not when he rendered you so desperate that you would give the world to feel him. You gave him a nod, words failing you as you pressed your hand against your chest, using him as balance as your legs slipped apart, just enough for him to slide his leg between yours.
The friction against your clothes was enough to make you groan before being swept back up in a kiss, this time to silence your voice. You bit your lip as you parted, you couldn’t make too much noise, not when someone could easily discover you.
He pulled his cock out of his pants, rock hard and flushed, a sign of his desperation. If you needed any more proof of his desire, his leaking tip was enough of a sign.
You felt yourself get wetter as he looked at you, his usually stoic face contorted in lust.
His hands trailed down your body, arms hooking under your leg as he pressed himself closer to you, lifting your leg in the process. You had to lean on the wall for balance, standing on just one leg as the cold air caressed your skin.
You didn’t exactly have time for prep, and with how wet you were you didn’t even need it, having spent most of the last break desperately fingering your pussy. You needed him badly, and if he spent any longer teasing you, you were going to go insane.
You whined, spreading your legs just the tiniest wider in impatience. You were close to begging, not against using your words to get what you want.
Thankfully, 1337 understood your silent plea, pressing his tip against the lips of your cunt, sliding it between and collecting your slick to use as lube. Groans vibrated your skin as he tried to muffle himself.
The two of you were lost in your own pleasure, separated from the world around you. At least, you were — too lost in the action of him pushing into you to focus on anything else.
He paused as he bottomed out, basing in the feeling of you clenched around, still impossibly tight, clinging to him as if you were made with his shape in mind. It didn’t take long for you to adjust, tapping on the other’s shoulders as you signaled him to start moving.
You held back your curses as his length dragged against your walls, painfully, almost agonizingly slow.
“Come on Guest,” you whispered, breathy and with as much poise as you could muster, “I know you can do better than that.”
You could feel him pause, the way he sucked in his breath and tightened his jaw, as if trying his best to not snap back at you. Not verbally at least.
Taking you taunts to heart, he started to speed up, fucking you hard enough to make you lose your balance, legs around his waist and resting on his hips as you arms wrapped around his shoulders, your core muscles working to keep you upright.
His strong arms held you together, keeping you close as he captured your lips in another kiss, stealing away your breath yet again. Thank god he did, just barely swallowing your moans, keeping you semi-silent as the both of you chased your orgasms.
It had been so long, he could already feel his release growing closer, teeth clenched as he parted from your lips to groan your name in your ear. You tried your best to join him, clenching around him and focusing on the pleasure you felt.
The air was iced out of your lungs as you felt him jolt you in his arms, bringing you your chest closer to his face and making you fall down on his cock with just a little more force, your loud, unfiltered moan escaping.
But you couldn’t care about that, not with the way that Guest started rutting into you again with a renewed vigor, each thrust desperate and frantic. His lips wrapped around your nipples, sucking and biting at the hardened skin.
You were forced to move your hands to cover your mouth, the other one gripping the top of his head, fingers entangled in his hair. Biting your lip wasn’t enough, you had to dig your teeth into the flesh between your thumb and your pointer, doing your best to muffle your sounds in such an open area.
One of his hands snaked lower, risking balance for the chance to rub against your clit, pressing hard enough for you to see stars, eyes clenching shut as you focused on the pleasure.
You felt him cum first, the familiar, warm feeling of his release filling you up making your eyes roll back, silence all but forgotten as he continued to thrust his overwhelmed cock inside of you, not giving up until he felt you gush around him.
You could feel it coming on, the knot building and building until —
Clapping. Footsteps. A deep voice you didn’t recognize. You didn’t know which one hit you first, just aware of the chill that was sent down your spine as all other actions ceased, orgasm falling away as you were frozen in fear and shame as the person approached you.
“What do we have here?”
Goosebumps rose on your skin, the voice ringing familiar in your fucked-out mind. “I’ve been looking for you, y’know.”
Your muscles clenched in both fear and a desperate attempt to cling to your fading orgasm. “Not now, Mafioso,” you dragged, meek and quiet, grinding your hips forward in search of your release, “I haven’t finished yet . .”
A whistle sounded through the air, “Geez Guest, just how bad are ya’?” He teased, now hovering behind him. “Can’t even pleasure a lady right,” he tutted, moving around until you felt the warmth of him on your back, his arms snaking under yours and pulling you off of Guest, your limp body falling onto him.
The two shared a look, one filled with tension and bitten lips, a certain type of animalistic possessiveness radiating from both of them. There was an understanding — a truce called between men.
“I’ll take care of her from here,” Mafioso offered, “So why don’cha get lost?” There was a sharpness to his tone, but it was nothing to the shield of protectiveness Guest had over you.
“Like I’d ever trust you with them,” he bit back, pressing closer to you until you were sandwiched between them.
The body heat didn’t help to cool the fever inside of you, and you couldn’t deny the way the tenderness sent waves of desire through you, only fanning the dying flame inside of your gut.
“I don’t care,” you hissed, impatience dragging at your temper, “Just make me cum.”
As if a switch had flipped, the two men glared before nodding at each other, a smug expression on the debt collector's face as he manhandled you, flipping you around and bending you over, your hands gripping at Guest 1337’s shirt, your face hovering just inches away from the cock that was just inside of you.
Behind you, you could hear the ruffling of fabric, the heavy weight of his dick resting along your slit.
Mindlessly, you bucked your hips against it, as if coaxing it inside of you. You could hear the way he chuckled at your pathetic actions.
Thankfully, he wasn’t exactly in the mood to drag this out, quick to pump his dick a few times before pushing inside of you.
Maybe it was the extra audience, or the build up from earlier — whatever it was, it was enough to make you jolt forward, nails digging into the side of Guest’s legs as you tried to keep your balance.
Unfortunately, without the help of someone holding you up, your legs gave out, tumbling forward and pulling Guest down with you.
You were slightly dizzy from the quick movement, but Mafioso didn’t give you a chance to recover, pulling his hips back just an inch before thrusting back in.
It was degrading, being so exposed, ass up and back arched as you pressed into each thrust. You felt like an animal — subhuman in the way you chased the knot in your stomach.
Vaguely, you could tell you were being too loud, your lack of filter being the main reason you got into the position.
But you weren’t given a chance to be quiet — not with the way that Mafioso’s fingers tangled themselves in your hair, pulling your head back and sending shocks of pain down your spine, teeth gritting as cold air hit your warm face.
“Don’t get quiet now,” he growled with a tinge of possessiveness, “Go ahead and show him how good I make ‘ya feel.”
When you looked forward, you could see the way that Guest looked at you, face flushed and his usual stoic expression softened into something dirty and debauched.
You could feel the way spit pooled in your mouth, no doubt spilling through the corners.
You wanted to resist, to disobey his command, to preserve what little dignity you had left — but you couldn’t, not with the way his thick cock pressed against your walls, stretching out you with pain-lined pleasure.
“I’ve always wanted to do this, y'know.” The words sent another shiver down your spine, a dangerous promise whispered into your ears, “You’re always so ‘nnoying,” Mafioso punctuated every word with a thrust, groaning as you clenched around him.
“Always undoing my work,” another thrust, “Pissin’ off my goons,” another, “If I could, I’d bitch you and make it so that you would never fight ‘gainst me again.”
It was as if you were in your own little world, too busy getting fucked out to care about the morality of it. He released his grip on your hair, letting your body fall down as he cursed in a foreign language, head turned to the side and jaw tight in pleasure.
There was a warmth next to your face, and your heightened senses could practically feel the pulsating of Guest’s cock. Almost instinctively, your tongue darted out to lick it through the fabric of his pants, relishing in the way you felt it grow under your month.
Your saliva seeped through the fabric, making a mess of your face as each thrust pressed you into the damp cloth. You were getting closer, the knot in your stomach tightening until you felt like you were going to burst.
You could feel him speed up, signaling his own imminent release. It was a partially hard thrust that sent you over the edge, your pussy clenching around the cock inside of you as you squirted around it. The denial from earlier only seemed to intensify your orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue poked through parted lips.
You felt like you were falling apart — like you were melting. The warm, wet liquid that filled you didn’t help, the cum settling in the pit of your stomach felt like coals in a fire, a throbbing heat that spread throughout you as white spotted your vision.
Faintly, you felt the warmth of rough hands caress your face, rubbing at your cheeks as you came down from your high. You nuzzled into the touch, trying to catch your breath as your still-sensitive pussy fluttered around Mafioso’s cock.
You could barely muffle your moan as he pulled out, a wet ‘schlick’ following as you felt your hole gape, the cold night air brushing against your heat. The mixture of cum started to seep out of your pussy, barely noticeable against your sweat-slick skin.
Clothing rustled behind you, a satisfied hum rumbling from the debt collector’s throat as he stood up, seemingly pleased with himself. “Maybe you aren’t as bad as I thought you were,” he teased with a chuckle, “Or maybe I just found a better purpose for ‘ya.”
You wanted to retort, but your throat was dry and sore, words falling flat. Instead, you turned around to glare at him, your malice having little to no effect, not when paired with the way his still warm cum dribbled out of your hole.
“I’d clean myself up if I were you,” he spoke, taunting you as he stood up and left, slipping away back into the dark.
You didn’t have time to question it, not before the round ended and you were teleported back to the cabin.
Thankfully, your clothes were returned to you, but your weak legs collapsed under you, falling into Guest’s arms in front of the rest of the crew. You could feel the stares on you, yet when you turned to return them, everyone had averted their gaze, their flush being enough of a tell that you didn’t have to question them.
Even worse, you could still feel the mix of cum spilling out of you, leaving a small wet spot on the front seam of your pants.
Mortified, you turned your face to Guest, burying yourself in his chest as you prayed for lightning to strike you down where you stood, willing to do anything to get you out of this embarrassing situation.