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The Kinky Cruise ⛴️ Ch. 2: Let me lifeguard your puss-

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI relationship: Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick,John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kate Laswell/Kate Laswell's Wife, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Farah Karim/Alex Keller, Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin/König, tho everyone is kinda fucking everyone.

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tags: reader has a pussy, alternate universe - cruise ship, swingers, everyone is fucking everyone, smut, no violence, plot what plot/porn without plot, orgies, dom/sub, healthy BDSM, consensual sex, consensual non-consent (but its all talked through), voyeurism, spanking, degradation kink, puppy play, restraints,vaginal sex, anal sex, costume kink, roleplay kink, collars, marking, praise kink, oral sex, forced orgasm, breeding kink, rimming, pegging, come play, spit, sex toys, public sex, genital piercing, boot worship, hair-pulling, latex, leather kink, aftercare, fucking machines, blindfolds, taking turns, breathplay, daddy kink, mommy kink, cock warming, light sadism, masochism, sexual roleplay, teeth but in a kinky way?? idk man but graves is a dentist, wax play, straight jacket, teacher/student roleplay, masks, chasing/hunting, predator/prey, dominatrix

AN: uh, this was supposed to be like 2.5k ish words, but its 7.4 k words instead... all chapters aren't going to be this long, lol.

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The world was rising and falling slowly, as if attempting to lull you back to the sleep you had just awoken from. You weren’t even fully awake yet, barely able to open your eyes properly.

The world wasn’t moving because of the waves outside, but because your entire upper body was on top of Gaz, face in between his tits. His chest rose and fell slowly, your cheek that was pressed against it slightly sweaty, but you didn’t move, merely enjoyed the moment. His heart was beating, he was snoring ever so slightly — “I don’t snore, Dove, you need to get your hearing checked” — and you watched the way his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

No alarm had rung, making sure you got up to enjoy the day, but the sun was shining through the large window, confirming that it was no longer night.

You relished this. Even the way your cheek sweatily stuck to his chest, the way his little chest hairs tickled you, the way his nipple perked up as you ran a finger ever so lightly over it.

No work you needed to get up and ready for. You had no books or guests at the library to take care of. Kyle wasn’t up already, eating breakfast after his morning run, having to meet some important client early. It was just the two of you.

You loved him. That wasn’t a new realisation at all. You had told your mom a year into your relationship, as you had watched Kyle help your dad in the garage, despite your boyfriend’s zero knowledge about motors or cars. Your mom had just said “I know” like she was creating a deep moment in a movie, kissing your cheek before she turned away.

Stupid. Silly. Cringe.

This felt slightly stupid too. But in a good way. In a ‘this is so stupid it’s wonderful’ kind of way. Sugary, sweet, like a perfect strawberry dripped in sugar or chocolate, toes curling while you softly smiled.

But - had there been raunchy music playing, it could have been the perfect start of an amateur porn video. With the waves, the sun, the half naked actors?

“You’re thinkin’ too loud,” a sudden slurred and sleepy voice told you, almost making you jump. You huffed but gave his nipple a pinch in retaliation, a snicker leaving your boyfriend.

Kyle let out a deep, pleased sigh, moving his hand to rest at the back of your neck, gently caressing you. If you had been a cat, you would have purred with delight.

“‘Ave we overslept?” He asked softly, eyes still closed and you finally rose up, feeling like a little mess as you grabbed your phone.

“Nope,” you answered, abandoning it to once again snuggle close, “twenty minutes.”

“Wanna sleep twenty minutes ex—“

“Yes.”

You didn’t actually manage to fall asleep again, but it wasn’t what mattered. Not really.

There was the hum of the motor from the boat. The repeated sound of waves of water hitting the cruise. Now and again the wind would carry along the laughs of people — or moans.

“Do you think people just… shake hands and then fuck?” You asked then, your own eyes not open either. You weren’t sure if you could do that - you weren’t even sure if people did that. Not that you judged. You couldn’t judge, you had made out with Olivia rather quickly, but you hadn’t started the conversation in a sexual manner.

Kyle hummed. He didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds and for a moment you wondered if he had actually managed to fall asleep again.

“Depends on the situation I suppose,” he finally answered, “the location and so - I mean, if it’s a glory hole situation, you don’t necessarily talk things through.”

You hummed yourself. A habit you had picked up from him, your uncle had pointed out at some point.

“I suppose not.”

“I’m not gonna make you go into a glory hole situation though.”

“What if I want to?”

“Then we'll talk about it,” Kyle answered easily, something that you loved about him; it wasn’t that he didn’t consider talks like these important, but he always saw them as solvable through communication, “I would want to be there the whole time- but do you want to be in a scene like that?”

You went quiet for a moment, before shaking your head, essentially just rubbing your face against his chest. You opened your eyes again, watching his face. He looked calm.

“Nah, not really. If I knew the people who were on the other side, I might.”

“Mmhm, well I’m sure it can be arranged.”

You snickered. He squeezed your neck gently.

“Is it because you’re nervous about meeting new playmates?”

You almost wanted to pout. Called out. He was too good at spotting things that worried you. Even when you didn’t know it yourself. Even with his bloody eyes closed.

“I guess so - I mean… What if we have no rizz?”

“Rizz?” He repeated, finally opening his eyes, furrowing his brows, head raised to look at you for a second.

“Yeah?”

Kyle huffed, his head hit the pillow before he closed his eyes again.

“Sweetheart, we will find some fun playmates,” he crooned, stroking your neck, “I’m sure I’ll have to keep people away from you all the time.”

“Sure,” you answered sarcastically, tapping on his sixpack, “mister personal trainer is going to have to protect his librarian. Not the other way around.”

“Exactly, you get me,” he replied, “but we’ll find someone and talk things through before anything, okay?”

“Yes,” you agreed, stroking his sixpack, “we gotta find somebody who can fuck you while I watch.”

Kyle let out a little sound and as you looked up at his face again, his lips were slightly pursed.

“That… sounds really hot, actually.”

You snickered, “right? And then I can —“

The alarm went off. You almost fell off the bed with how quickly Kyle sat up, shutting it off.

“We gotta go eat before I get so horny that I just stay in here and fuck you all day.” He declared, winking at you, “let’s find some slutty outfits, Dovie.”

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You did indeed find two slutty outfits.

Kyle was wearing a pair of black shorts, barely covering his ass, together with a silk short shirt button up that was barely closed, half of his chest exposed. Which also showed off the thin gold chain you had gotten him two years ago. All in all, he looked handsome. Delicious. Ass barely hidden, thick thighs exposed, tits perfect to grab. Besides, you knew he wore his speedos beneath the shorts, which somehow made it even more hot. Though you had rolled your eyes at the flip flops with pineapples on.

Your own outfit was a bit simpler, as it was a loose dress - not a long one at all, you certainly couldn’t bend over a lot before your lace panties would show. The dress was a dark navy blue, a color you didn’t normally wear a lot, but it seemed fitting. Small frills at the bottom, that the wind played with, a deep v-cut that showed off your tits. You wore a necklace yourself, silver with a little heart, one that Kyle had picked out for you in your second year together. The straps of the dress were thin, small bows keeping it up.

One second you and Kyle were looking at a restaurant to eat at later on vacation, the next moment three men passed the two of you, that caught all of your attention.

The first one wore a boonie hat, but somehow managed to make it work; he had an old school but clearly taken well of beard, thick tattooed arms that you wanted to be strangled by. A pair of swimming shorts, an open short sleeved button up, his hairy chest exposed, hiding his eyes behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He oozed confidence, in a calm way that showed how much he rested in his own skin.

Right next to him was a man that seemed a little younger, no shirt on, but a leather harness that made his pecks stand out - you wanted to sink your teeth into them -, a pair of shorts and white socks in his sandals. He was talking animatedly, making the bearded man laugh, his somewhat long Mohawk flopping from side to side as he walked. Clearly having a good time, a giant grin on his face. The tattoos the first guy had, was nothing compared to the many pieces of art covering this guy. The only place that wasn’t almost fully covered was his face.

You hadn’t spotted the leash at first; it was around the bearded man’s wrist, the leather handle with a long chain connected to the dark, brown collar that the third man wore. Tiny rhinestones on it. He was a beast of a man, wearing a black undershirt and a pair of black shorts, a tail hanging from his behind. Whether it was connected to the shorts or inside him, you didn’t know but fuck if you didn’t want to know.

His face wasn’t visible; an expensive-looking black leather pup hood covered his entire head, the ears sharp and pointed. The muzzle slightly greyed.

But his eyes — light against the darn leather - was staring right at you.

For a moment you felt naked; it felt as if he could stare right through your dress, as if he could see into your mind or smell how wet you were at the mere sight of them. You weren’t able to read any reactions, due to the hood, but he didn’t stop looking - when he finally did, it was only to look at Kyle next to you.

The man in the hood fully stopped, staring directly and rather indiscreetly at you and Kyle. The leash tightened and he followed, finally looking away again.

Holy fuck. It was as if your legs were shaking, threatening to buckle beneath you and let you fall to the floor. You had never quite felt like a prey. Never with Kyle, not really, even when you played rough, you loved him too much. But right then? That was a hound that had seen prey.

Fuck.

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend. The moment you saw him, any qualms about being horny for three other men went away, Kyle’s mouth open, fully staring at the back of the pup, before the trio disappeared.

You couldn’t help but smile. He looked like he had just witnessed some sort of divine miracle and still hadn’t comprehended it. Not that you blamed him.

“Don’t drool on the floor, someone might fall” you whispered to him, Kyle instantly snapping his mouth close, sending you an embarrassed look, though you recognised the need that you felt beneath your own skin.

None of you said anything for a moment, you merely took a hold of his hand, your fingers instantly braiding in between each other. As if you needed each other's support for how turned on you were.

“Fuck. They were hot,” you continued to whisper, knowing your own eyes had grown darker, lust rushing through you like a wave, “did you see that guy in front? Pure daddy material.”

“Don’t get me started,” Kyle whispered, pulling you closer, resting his forehead against yours while he gave your hand a squeeze,“or that one with the mohawk? Do you think he likes to get his hair pulled?”

The whimper that left you was barely audible but it was there and you wanted to hide your face. Your pussy was becoming wetter and wetter each second. The fact that the two of you were standing close, discussing how three other men might fuck? It was nasty. Perfect. A part of you wanted to run after them and beg them to play with you — another part wanted to pull Kyle into a spot where sex was allowed and make him fuck you silly.

“That puppy though,” Kyle crooned darkly into your ear, pulling his hands free to pull you closer, “bet he fucks like a beast, eh? A proper hound looking for a bone.”

The intense eyes of the man in the pup hood flashed for your mind and you closed your eyes, curling your toes in your sandals, and taking a hold on Kyle’s shirt with your fingers.

“Your rilin’ me up, Gaz,” you whined and your boyfriend chuckled darkly into your ear, not helping one bit. Thank god this was an adult only cruise. You weren’t in the middle of the hallway but you certainly weren’t hidden either. He was definitely doing it on purpose and hadn’t you been so turned on, you might have been annoyed.

“Yeah? Poor baby. But I saw the way puppy looked at you,” you swallowed hard as Kyle kissed your jaw a moment, “like he wanted to take you right now.”

“Kyle,” you gave his shirt a tug and he snickered, leaning back, giving you some space.

“C’mon then, my lady,” he teased, “let’s go check out the shop before we get some food, yeah?”

You didn’t even attempt to be discreet as you turned your head down and looked at his groin and yup, he was hard. He huffed and you grinned. You clearly weren’t the only one turned on by this.

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You had left Kyle to return to your cabin with a few of the things you bought, because whoever had the idea of adding a sexshop to an adult only cruise, had been a genius.

You considered putting your bikini on beneath your dress, since you had plans of swimming with a certain man later - then again, you might go do other things. Then again… some of the pools had clothing optional. You felt your core heat at the thought, pursing your lips as you imagined Kyle bending you over the edge of the pool, fucking you while other watched. Maybe just sliding the bikini to the side, forcing his cock inside, your body wet… you should tell him. Suggest it to him, even though it might just end with him pulling you into the pool immediately.

Focus. You left your suite to go find Kyle instead, so he didn’t felt left behind.

Perhaps you had gotten lost in your thoughts, not checking for anyone as you turned a sharp corner - or maybe your body had known to be clumsy. Nonetheless, you had directly collided with a hairy chest, almost falling back before two big hands caught you. You blinked as you got your footing again, looking up and shit.

It was the daddy guy from the trio of hot men you saw earlier. Or, maybe, drooled over earlier was better description. There was a cigar between his lips and as he let go of you, he took it from it easily, smoke escaping him. His eyes rested on your face for a moment - then an amused smile appeared.

“You gotta watch where you walk, sweetheart,” there wasn’t any speck of anger in the sentence, yet his voice finally rebooted your brain. You couldn’t just stare at him in awe and be horny for him when he was right in front of you.

“I - shit I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t —“

He waves his hand as if to dismiss the apology, smile still on his face.

“No worries - I don’t mind bein’ a hero once in a while,” he mused before winking at you and god, you felt millions of flowers blossom in your stomach, panties almost immediately drenched, “now, where is that pretty boyfriend of yours, hm?”

“Oh - uhm, he is waiting near the buff—“ hou stopped speaking, turning your head a little to the sight, watching the bearded man. He was charming, covered in scars, hair and a few tattoos, warm eyes and lovely smile, “how do you know I have a boyfriend, mister…?”

“John - John Price,” he grinned as he extended his hand, and you shook it, saying your own name, “and I guessed. My boys and I have been watching you two and there was no ring on yours or his finger. So I figured he was a boyfriend.”

“Mmhmmn,” you could purr with delight from what you heard him saying, “watching us?”

“Oh - there you are, Dove, I was—“ Kyle stopped for a moment, taking one look at you and then at John; then he grinned like an absolute idiot, though he somehow managed to still look charming, clearly pleased with the sight.

“Kyle - this is John Price, John this is my mysterious boyfriend.”

They shook hands and you felt the flowers in your stomach sway in the wind with delight.

“- and I just admitted to Dove here, that my boys and I have been watching the two of you.”

“Oh really?” Kyle sent you a look, amusement on his face and in that moment you knew he was going to out you, “did she say that she has been watching your group as well?”

You huffed, suddenly unable to meet John’s eyes, feeling shy in a way you hadn’t for years. You elbowed him gently, Kyle snickering, John letting out a deep chuckle. Your toes curled for a moment before you pulled yourself together and bravely met John's eyes again.

“He meant to say we have been watching you as well,” you then corrected, “the sight of you riled us up.”

“Did it now?” John’s eyes had suddenly gone darker, his drag of the cigar a little slower, blowing the smoke out his nose before he continued, “interesting, because my boys got riled up a lot too. Especially my pup.”

A little whine left you; the instant you realised it happened, you turned on your heel and hid your face in Kyle’s chest, both men laughing again.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” John crooned and oh, his hand was on your shoulder, the rough skin incredibly gentle as it caressed you for a second, “we would very much like to play with the two of you.”

“Aye, we would luv’ tae,” a new voice joined them, Scottish accent strong and a moment later the man with the mohawk and tattoos appeared, grinning happily while covering in shade from a giant of a man behind him, “Simons has been all horny, haven’t ye, big boy?”

An angry grumble left the last man and you tipped your head back a little to — oh. Oh.

You hadn’t really seen much of his face earlier, but you could recognise the eyes; the same ones were staring at you right now, not even pretending to look away this time either. John introduced them - Johnny, also called Soap and Simon, who was called Ghost when he was in gear. Simon was, besides being a giant, well trained and with scars and tattoos scattered all over. A scar cut across his upper lip, lifting it a little, like he was baring a small fang.

“We have a lunch planned with some friends I’m afraid - but why don’t we talk later? Figure something out?”

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Lunch was spent with another random couple, since they had two free spots at their table - and they were hot.

Farah Karim and Alex Keller were a wonderful couple; the second they offered you and Kyle to sit down, smiling politely, you knew they were kind people. Which turned out to be true.

Alex Keller was a nurse, his eyes kind and laughter mild; he looked at Farah Karim like she was his entire world, hearts in his eyes whenever she spoke.

Farah was an event manager for a large company, a confident, strong yet soft woman with big dreams, who clearly loved Alex as well, making the man blush shyly now and again.

The two of them had only been married for half a year but they had been together for six - and both you and Kyle had “awwww”ed when they told of how they met.

Farah had fallen just after finishing a big event for veterans - and Alex, who had been at the event, helped her up and saw that her wrist was broken- he was the one to help wrap it and get her safe home afterwards.

“Then she never let go of my hand again,” Alex commented dryly, making Farah snicker, clearly pleased - Kyle’s hand slid over to hold your own hand beneath the table, as if to wordlessly say that he wouldn’t let go of you either. For a moment you thought about how you had considered proposing to him. About the ring you had found.

But as the conversation continued, you got too distracted and soon you were discussing everything with the couple. Alex and Kyle got into a long - slightly boring - conversation about working out and the different ways they each preferred. You locked eyes with Farah who grinned and you knew it wasn’t the first time that she had heard about that either.

“Is it your first time on the cruise?” You asked Farah, since the two of you clearly weren't going to join the men’s discussion about how much weight was ideal to work out with and when.

“Yeah,” Farah took a sip of her drink afterwards, “we thought about it earlier, but something always came up, you know?”

You nodded as she spoke, finding it slightly reassuring that you weren’t the only “first timers” on board.

“Tried something wild yet?”

You shrugged, smiling at her, warmth spreading in your stomach.

“What kinda wild are you thinking of?”

“Something kinky?”

You licked your lips, suddenly feeling much more shy, “no, not yet. We’ve talked to a few couples, but a lot of them seem to have plans.”

Farah nodded along, “I’ve been told that those who come every half year or year, often plan something with each other at the start of the trip. So they can be sure to see each other before they meet someone new.”

“Oh,” you blinked, the thought not even having crossed you, “here I thought people were just looking for excuses.”

“No no, don’t worry about it,”Farah laughed before she reached over to pat your hand reassuringly, “want to try something?"

“What are you thinking of?” Your interest peaked, watching how Farah grinned, a more sultry expression on her face and she nodded next to you.

“Our two boys could make out in the common room while we watched.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, “that would be hot.”

“Mmhm, the two of us could get each other off,” she added.

“Would we be allowed to get off too?” It was Alex who joined the conversation first, though Kyle was quick to follow.

“‘Cause it sounds like a fun plan.”

”Well, if you’re good,” you teased, “you might.”

Farah snickered - and suddenly lunch didn’t seem so important.

A few more things talked through and Farah and Alex pulled you and Kyle into one of the bigger rooms on the cruise; the entire room was bathed in a soft blue color, circular beds scattered all over, offering couples to take or share a bed.

“Fuck,” Kyle whispered, “this is so hot.”

You threaded your fingers with his, giving him a little squeeze.

Kyle pressed his lips against Alex’s, both of them moaning in unison barely a second later, their hands pulling at each other's clothes.

You and Farah sat next to them, watching the men make out like needy teenagers that had just discovered the wonders of pleasure. They hadn’t even pulled their clothes off fully, grinding against each other, Kyle pulling at Alex’ hair.

“Behave, Kyle,” you chastised, Farah chuckling next to you as Alex let out a whimper, tipping his head back to allow Kyle to attack him with his mouth.

“They’re so rough,” Farah mused, moving to sit on the bed behind you, sliding her hands around your waist, letting out a hum, “do you want to rough too, pretty?”

You bit your lip; Farah had asked earlier when you discussed do and donts, if she could dominate you a little and you had happily agreed. Despite her words, the woman with the braid behind you kept her hands soft, as she slid down your stomach, waiting for permission.

“Please,” you managed, Farah’s nimble fingers pulling up your dress, exposing your small panties that were already embarrassingly wet.

“Please what, Dove?” Farah asked while your eyes were watching the way Alex and Kyle were pawing and rutting at each other's bodies, like feral animals, “tell me.”

“Please,” you repeated, “touch me - rough, soft, everything you want, please.”

She kissed your cheek, resting her chin on your shoulder as she slid one of her hands into your panties, her fingers ran through your pubic hair, then down to your lips, unceremoniously pushing one into you, letting out a hum as you gasped, then adding by another.

“Fuck - ah-“ your eyes fluttered shut, her thumb moving down to touch your clit, “Farah—“

“Watch our boys, Dovie,” Farah reminded you and you did, looking over to the side, Alex and Kyle next to you in the round bed. Kyle’s teeth were sinking into Alex’s shoulder, his arms holding up Alex's thighs, leg and prosthetic leg raised in the air.

They were beautiful, even with their clothes on they looked like they were fully fucking. As you watched them, Farah began slowly fingering you and you gasped, leaning back into her chest. The other woman let out a pleased sound, her free hand tightened the grip on the bottom of your dress.

Using her fingers, Farah slowly began to fuck you, while you watched Alex and Kyle make out - in a way they seemed like dancers, even if they were a little rough now and then, exploring each other’s bodies, pulling at each others clothes. Kyle had his shirt off by now, his pretty chest and stomach exposed, sweaty as it rubbed against Alex’ half hidden body. His t-shirt was pulled up, almost rolled together beneath his arm pits but not taken off yet. Farah kissed your neck, whispering into your skin about how pretty your boys looked. How they needed to be let free at some point and fuck each other silly. The words and her fingers curling perfectly inside you, made you moan out louder.

For a moment, the boys stopped, their attention flickering to the two of you instead. You frowned at their sudden change but could barely keep it for a second, the pleasure which Farah brought you was too great.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged, tugging at Farah’s arm with one hand and the other pointing towards Kyle and Alex. You weren’t really sure which one of them you were begging, but you supposed it didn’t matter - because Farah didn’t stop and though Kyle and Alex weren’t as intense as before, constantly looking over at you, they did continue. Grinding, moaning, touching each other - your vision turned blurry as Farah all but attacked your cunt with her hand, her other arm curling around your waist to keep you in place. It was as if she knew you would twist out of instinct, your mind barely functioning, moans filling the room, the sounds of Kyle and Alex, the squelching of your cunt, her dirty words. Perhaps it was the sight of Alex licking Kyle’s nipple or the little pinch to your clit, you weren’t really sure what tipped you over, but you came with a loud gasp and a twitching body.

“No more,” you asked softly, pawing at her wrist, fingers still inside of you, movements slowing, “no more, Farah.”

She shushed you gently, “I got you,” carefully sliding her fingers out. The sudden emptiness almost felt wrong but she didn’t let you go, didn’t let you feel lonely, her arms still around you as you caught your breath.

Farah turned your head and kissed you hard. You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth, her hands wet from your release, smearing across your bare stomach. You could barely catch your breath, recognising the soft whine of a certain man. A whine which he tended to let out sometimes when he - oh.

Kyle was hiding his face in Alex’ shoulder, his body shaking a little, making you worried. But from the small chuckle coming from Alex, you knew they were good. Alex’s hands slid along Kyle’s bare back in calming movements and though there was a softness behind it, you could still see him giggling. When your eyes met, Alex grinned.

“Came in his pants when he saw you come,” you weren’t even sure whether Alex was mostly impressed or amused, but you felt your hand swell at the fact that Kyle had jizzed in his pants. Or well, shorts.

You snickered. Kyle refused to look at you, his face squished into Alex’s neck. Embarrassed but he did giggle a little when Alex whispered something to him.

Farah whispered something into your ear as well and you smiled at the suggestion, nodding, before moving. A short moment later Farah had eased Kyle off Alex and you had settled in your boyfriend’s lap. Kyle was laying on his back, only his shorts on, while Alex and Farah mirrored your positions. While Kyle was still breathing a little hard, you were careful in your movements as you pulled him from his shorts. You crawled down a little and slowly ran your tongue along his cock. A whine escaped him, Kyle’s hands instantly moving to take yours. He braided your fingers together and you said nothing, licking his spent cock again, a bit slower this time.

While you were slow and eventually ended up cuddling close with Kyle, his arm around you, one of your hands running along his soft cock, Farah and Alex were far from slow.

“Didn’t mean to bloody cum in mah pants like a teenager,” he mused, making you snicker.

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, kissing his jaw, before you looked over at the couple next to you.

Farah and Alex fucked nasty; it wasn’t really a surprise to you, yet it was almost feral, Farah riding her husband with no slow start, her hand gripping his jaw tight, almost using him like a sex toy more than anything else. Alex was beneath her, his hands desperately digging into her barely exposed hips, as if he attempted to keep her down on his cock. Small desperate sounds left him, slightly muffled by her hard grip on his face, as she pressed his cheeks together.

You felt your body sparkle with pleasure at the sight, you and Kyle cuddled a little closer as you watched him, your hand gently playing with Kyle’s cock, his cum making it easier and wetter.

Farah was powerful on top of him, he submitted to her so freely that it almost felt too intimate to watch. Alex could, without a doubt, tip Farah off and take control, but he didn’t, he only did what she allowed him to - all while having hearts in his eyes, unable to take his eyes off her.

Kyle’s cock had started to hardened in your hand and you kissed his neck, continuing to watch your two new friends fuck, timing your movements so it fit to theirs. Kyle thrusting into your slick hand whenever Alex was allowed to fuck up into Farah’s pussy. There were so many people in the common room now, all fucking on different beds or just waching, some even watching you, whispering and touching themselves. It was overwhelming and much hotter than you had tried before.

Alex was the first to come, mewling beneath Farah, twitching and trashing ever so slightly, while she kept her grip on his face, continuing to use him until she came a short moment later.

You barely got your lips around Kyle’s cock, before he came with a moan, cum hitting your tongue.

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Dinner was served with a cooling wind and a lovely mood, the two of you relaxed in the restaurant. Kyle had worked out and though you had wanted to point out that he was literally on vacation, you knew that he did it because he wanted to. He liked it, even if you didn’t quite understand it. You, on the other hand, had read a couple of chapters in a book, enjoying the nice weather next to Laswell and Olivia who were sunbathing. Nothing like reading a good book, surrounded by nice, exposed tits.

You had talked then, about the scene earlier. You had been unsure whether Kyle had wanted you to take more control like Farah had done, but when your boyfriend looked you in the eyes and reminded you to never do anything you didn’t feel like, you felt like you fell in love once more. You had known that before of course, both things, yet a spark of insecurity had appeared at how smoothly Farah had slipped into the role. Kyle had somehow snuffed that spark before it lit a fire.

Now you sat here together, legs tangled together beneath the small two-person table you had, barely hidden by the tablecloth that covered it. A rose on the table, candles, nice food and the background music that went well with people’s laughter and talking. All in all, it was a nice moment.

“What about the book?,” Kye asked, “Was it any good?”

You nodded, stabbing a piece of the food on your plate absentmindedly as you could barely focus on anything but the feel of his legs against yours, as well as the sight of his arms and slightly exposed chest. As far as you remembered, fooling around in this large room was allowed, as long as you at least tried to be discreet. The main focus was to eat, after all. Clothes were mandatory and you suspected you would be ushered off to a different room if you asked him to bend you over the table.

Sometimes you wondered if you had gotten lucky. If Kyle was out of your league and he had just gone on a pity date with you, if it was only a matter of time before he would notice. It was your insecurities speaking, of course, your anxieties and abandonment issues urging you to worry. If only you could steal him away with you, into a book. Rewrite the world and go on adventures with him, see wonderful, fantastical kingdoms and –

“Dovie?”

“Hm?” you blinked a little.

“You got a little lost in your thoughts.”

Your toes curled in embarrassment but Kyle wasn’t mad. He was smiling softy, curiosity clear in his eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” his foot gently ran up and down along your leg beneath the table, “What are you thinking about?”

“Many things,” you didn’t even know where to start, “I just… love you. Miss you.”

“I’m right here, Dove.” you huffed, but smiled.

“I know. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Lets go to the cabin afterwards, yeah? Watch a movie and cuddle?” he offered softly, “It’s our vacation after all.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a smile, “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Anything you want to wa– holy fuck.”

Kyle’s eyes had gone wide, his mouth opened a little, but no words came out, as if his brain had shut down.

“What?” you blinked, before following his eyes and oh.

You knew what he was distracted by.

It was the trio from earlier. John and Johnny were eating by a table a little from you, not looking at the two of you – but a certain Simon was. In fact, he was staring rather indiscreetly, not even attempting to hide that it was you two he was looking at.

You supposed he wasn’t Simon right now, rather Ghost. He was on his knees next to the table, close to John, his puphood back on, harness and tail too. Once in a while, John’s hand would slip from the table to Ghost’s head and gently pet the puppy. Johnny’s foot had slipped from his flipflops and was grinding against Ghost’s clothed crotch, causing the giant man to lose his focus on staring at the two of you now and again.

“Fuck,” you whispered, “fuck, Kyle.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “I know, I’m seeing it too.”

Then, as if Ghost knew he had the attention of you both, he moved, rather elegantly for how big of a man he was, beneath the table sliding beneath the tablecloths, his upper body disappeared from you. You and Kyle watched how Johnny stopped talking, grinning like a maniac and sliding both his hands beneath the table, looking down, no doubt at Ghost. And from the look on his face a short moment later, you knew Ghost was either cock warming or just fully sucking him off - amusement on John’s face.

“This is some sort of sexual dream,” Kyle muttered and you could only agree with a little sound.

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The two of you followed your plan, watching a movie and cuddling after dinner, most of your insecurities disappearing into your mind again. You loved spending time like this with him. Whether it was cuddling and watching a stupid movie or listening to him talk about his own writings.

It was a little while later, the sun setting, but hitting your room hard, making it unbearably hot, that you suggested going skinny dipping. You had AC in the room, but skinny dipping was funnier. Besides, it wasn’t as if Kyle was hard to convince.

Two bathrobes and a short walk later, the two of you got to the pool, giggling and talking about the movie. You only hesitated for a moment, watching Kyle slide off his bathrobe, before you followed suit.

You slid into the water next to him, a soft sound of relief leaving you, the cold water a relief against your skin. You relaxed next to each other for a little while, enjoying the water and the sun set before you felt Kyle’s hand begin to wander. You weren’t really a saint yourself, sliding your own hands over his chest, playing with his nipples for a moment.

“We’re not alone,” Kyle mused into your ear, tugging you closer, his back pressed against yours, caging you against the wall of the pool for a second.

“I know,” you mused, unaware he was talking about anyone in particular, as you bended your back a little, feeling his hardening cock against your cheeks, “Never stopped you before.”

You didn’t expect him to hold onto you and slowly slide you around, so that he was the one pressed against the pool wall, but you didn’t get to say anything before you met the eyes of a certain little group. John Price grinned at you from across the pool, arms resting along the edge of the pool, Simon and Johnny next to him, the latter sitting at the edge of the pool, legs spread and with nothing to hide his erection. Said erection had a prince Albert piercing proudly at the tip.

“Fuck,” you whispered, “Kyle.”

You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. If you were so turned on that you could barely breathe, by the men who were so close to you, their tattooed bodies somewhat exposed and wet. Or if you needed Kyle to touch you while the two of you were being watched. Perhaps both.

John gave you a little nod and you heard Kyle whisper into you ear, asking fo your color. The moment you whispered a small “green, please,” you felt Kyle nod back, his cheek resting against yours for a moment.

It took a little manoeuvring, but a moment later Kyle was sitting on the edge of the pool, pulling you up with him; your legs moved to rest over each of his and he slowly spread his legs a little, exposing your naked bottom even more. Your heart rate rose, your hands felt warmer than before and you turned your head to hide your face in Kyle’s neck for a second. You could feel Kyle’s cock against your back, feel the way his chest vibrated as he chuckled. One of his hands slid to one of your breasts, gently caressing it, while the other slid down between your legs. Despite what you wanted, his didn’t push his fingers into you immediately, instead he caressed you there as well, fingers running along your lips.

“Look at our friends, Dove,” he mused, “We’ve got their attention.”

Now, Simon might have been the one clearly into pup play, but it was Johnny who looked like a feral dog having spotted a prey as he quickly slipped into the water, not taking his darkened eyes of you - he was only stopped by John, whose hand quickly snatched a hold of his partner’s mohawk, stopping his movement. You couldn’t help but snicker as Johnny whimpered.

“Tell me what you want them to do while I touch you, pretty girl,” Kyle mused, not keeping his voice down, “we might be able to lure them over here, don’t you think so?”

It was an implicit permission for them to come over there, yet they didn’t move - you didn’t care, not as Kyle finally touched you properly, his middle finger sliding into your hole, a soft gasp leaving you.

Your legs tensed a little as he began to move, whispering small encouragements as your hips bucked a little, his other hand playing with your tits, pinching your nipples now and again.

“Tell us, darlin,” he encouraged, “Want them, dontcha?”

“I do,” you whimpered, your eyes almost closing fully, “want them to touc–ah – to touch me.”

A pleased hum left Kyle as he rewarded you by sliding another finger into you, “c’mon, tell me more. Bet the boys wanna know more, eh?”

All three men nodded and you twisted a little in Kyle’s grip, his lips pressed against your skin again. You were so turned on that you felt as if you could barely breathe, knowing they and others were watching you.

The words spilled before you could stop yourself. About how you wanted them to fuck you, one after one or at the same time, you didn’t care - how you wanted them to fuck you and Kyle at the same time or any kind of way that they wanted. How you wanted to touch and explore their bodies, how you wanted to play with Ghost, how you wanted to lick Johnny’s cock and find out what it was like to lick his piercing. So many things.

They all swam closer and you felt your entire body burn with the heat, a desperate sound leaving you. Kyle was grinding a little against your back, just to get a tiny bit of friction and it only added to your lust. The idea of him showing you off like this, so hard from it that he was grinding against your back. Your toes curled, Johnny the one to settle closest, still in the water, his face between your legs. Simon was closeby, while John settled against the edge next to you, a pleased smile on his face.

“Go on then, boy - ask nicely.” John’s words sent a shiver through your body. How he could be so authoritarian so simply, you didn’t know, but it only pushed you closer to your orgasm. Though, Kyle wasn’t being nice, his hand slowing its movement, your fingers digging into his strong thighs without any reaction from him.

“Can I lick yer pretty pussy, Dove?” Johnny asked, so close to you and Kyle, his face to close to your cunt, which Kyle was still fucking with his fingers, “I’ll be proper braw, I promise.”

“Please, yes, green, please –” Kyle’s fingers were barely away from your pussy, before Soap’s lips were pressed against you, his tongue sliding into you, making you moan out loud.

“Tug his hair,” Simon darkly commented from the water, behind Johnny, watching you all, “he likes that.”

You were gasping, brain barely able to work, but you managed to let go off one of Kyle’s thighs, grabbing onto Johnny’s hawk with a shaking hand; the second you did so, giving his hair the tiniest tug, Johnny moaned into your pussy, the feeling made you moan out loud too.

Johnny ate you out as if he was a starving man, the others encouraging you to guide him and use him, his nose rubbing against your clit now and again, his tongue constantly trying to get deeper as he licked and slurped. You rocked against him, Kyle helping you along with his hands on your hips. They were all watching you, whispering encouragement and nasty ideas for what you could all do these upcoming days. As the sun colored the sky a dark orange, you came with a little scream.

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Convenience Store girl

18+ [John price X f!reader]

Another deployment, Another Base, and a little convenience store just outside—the thing is that it’s not just candy that’s the only sweet thing there.

Cw: older man/younger woman, sexual content, very slight dub-con, icky icky daddy kink (😝), public.

Reader is in her early 20’s Price is early 40’s

John’s a man of routine, regiment, every part scheduled, etched and repeated like clockwork—doesn’t matter where he is; his london apartment, a new base, in the deserts of the middle east or tundraic pine forests of Serbia—till the time he is sane of mind and body, till the time he is not thrown into the pits of hell—

The routine stays intact.

It’s who he is—the only non-transient part of his life that tethers him to some form of normality, a sort of reprieve from the rootless nature of it.

Home away from home and all.

And, It should have been like this, another deployment, another base, workout in the mornings, mind numbing paper work, the same old drivel of his inferiors, an uncertain timer on his back before he get’s thrown into the fire yet again—

An evening trip to the convenience store.

It should have been, if it wasn’t for you.

He gets the same things every evening —pack of nicotine gum (Habitrol), a bottle of water (Evian), a protien bar (Musahi, chocolate —30g)—

A strawberry bonbon?

“Didn’t get this love”

You look up, coy, a curious tinge in your voice—

“It’s free new store policy”

“Yeah— is that so” he questions, looking down at you, chin tucked against his chest—

“Uh-huh” you nod not caring to elaborate , handing him the change ,little fingers brushing his palm,lingering a second too long, before you tear your eyes away from him suddenly realising the line accumulating behind him—

“Here’s your change, next please”

He chuffs a laugh under his breath, bites down the urge to scruff you by the nape of your neck and bend you over the counter—grabbing the things he paid for and your little present.

Pretty thing singularly focused on a man double her age from the very first evening he entered the shop—lingering eyes, syrupy smile’s, coy little twinge in every word that came out of your mouth, where something as benign as “here’s your change” made his cock stir like a fucking boy wet behind his ears.

And he was determined to let it go, let your little crush pass—gruff, stern, succinct, wasn’t giving you an inch that would fan your advances more—but, it only made you bolder.

Pretty eyes raking over him, a “have you been working out”, a cheeky smile when he dismissed you with a grunt—

Tenacious little thing too— like the less he gave the more you wanted, the gruffer he was the sweeter you were.

And it wasn’t just apparent to him, made the mistake of once taking Kyle along with him to the shop—your honeyed starry eyes tunnel visioned on John. a compliment too —“new jacket? Looks good”— (it was the same one he wore everyday) , putting on a show—perplexing the young lad.

“Fuckin’ hell cap, what was that.”

It was never really about what you said either, it was the way you looked at him like he was the only man alive, ignoring the advances of fresh faced (age appropriate) rookies dead set on their old grizzled captain—chiseling at his resolve one day at time to not fuck a girl half his age.

He pops the candy in his mouth, letting the tacky sugar melt in on his tongue, cock thickening in his pants because he knows you’ll taste even sweeter.

And wonders how long can he hold off.

——

The afternoon heat is sweltering, all consuming—thick viscous air palpable inside of your lungs—the headlines a saturated with the words “heat wave” and “climate change”, a bead of sweat dribbles down your spine , pooling at the small of your back underneath your dress, as you open the store up.

It’s almost a relief when you enter, air conditioning still running from the morning shift—eyes darting immediately at the box of biscuits in the back that you procrastinated on shelving, it’s still about forty minutes before the customers start coming in, until then you can finish most of your chores.

You crouch near the dusty shelf at the very back of the store, slowly unboxing a menagerie of packaged baked goods palacing them on the shelf, bottom to top, it’s mindless work but you don’t really mind it— lets you fall into the maladaptive daze you are so familiar with.

Faintly the bell at the front door rings, the familar sound of heavy boots lumbering around , possibly browsing.

“Coming’ in a minute” you shout, taking your sweet time, informing the them of your presence, as you leisurely get up, dusting yourself off—turning around.

Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit. It’s HIM.

It catches you off guard, as you look up at him, standing-towering over you, thin navy shirt drenched in sweat sticking to his torso, thick pectorals, the hard-soft curve of his stomach visible from underneath, grey sweatpants wrapped around his well built thighs—

His eyes dark, blown out despite the blistering hot sun outside—want so thick that it’s a slow buzz under your skin.

And —yes, you’ve been flirting with him for the better part of a month. Not even real flirting, really—just one-sided, clumsy little attempts at something tossed in the direction of a old grizzled bear of a man, mostly because you were bored and needed anything to look forward to as the days dragged on.

And now here he is, standing in front of you, collecting a debt you didn’t even know you owed.

So, you do what you do best.

“Need help finding something”—you ask, looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

“Yes. Actually. Craving something sweet”. He hums, stepping closer.

“So the confectionery is there and I know there is some ice crea—Oh—what”—you are spun around, moved so quick that it barely registers, thick arms constricting around your waist, tight, holding you, back flush to a hard chest—

A opfff sound breaks from your chest as you make sense of your physical reality.

You claw at his forearms, trying to squirm out of his hold, a let me goooo tearing out your throat that sounds less alarming and more petulant, little toes curling against his shin.

“Quit squirmin’ girl “ he orders, his voice a low growl reverberating through you, going straight to your cunt.

You whine a little more, but still immediately like a limp little doll in his arms.

“Thats it” he grunts,pleased, licking the sweat off the back of your neck, humming at the taste.

The closeness, his heady musky scent, the thick arms holding you tight is overwhelming, all consuming—

“Som-someone will see” you whisper—as his hand travels down your belly bunching the hem of your little dress, cupping your clothed pussy—

“hmm doesn’t seem like somethin’ that would bother you” his fingers slip inside you elastic of your panties, thick fingers grazing your seam before his middle finger slips inside your puffy lips.

“And why is that” —you aim to sound petulant but it comes out as more of a whimper, the rough pad of his finger just grazing your little clit.

“Like putting on a show don’t you love—flirtin’ with a man old enough to be your fuckin’ daddy for everyone to see” he kneads your clit in little circles , breaking out a gasp—

“No—no” you say melting against his chest, head lolling back to look up at him, syrupy heat pooling down your spine and into your belly.

“No” he repeats, finger dipping down circling you entrance, just the tip of his finger breaches your entrance “then tell me, baby what was all of that about”—

Your cunt clamps around his finger at the intrusion, thoughts immediately getting extinguished inside your head—

He hooks his chin on your shoulder, folding over you, the bristle’s of his beard rough against the supple skin, thickening cock grinding against your rump—

“Bloody hell” he groans, plunging deeper into the velvety tight hole “tight little cunt barely broken in”

“needed daddy to stretch you out hmm”

—holy shit it should be gross, his words should be making you turn your nose up, but you immediately clamp around his finger, slick soaking your panties, smearing on your inner thighs—

He grinds his rough palm against your clit, plunging another finger inside your hole—the stretch, the pressure, the friction against your clit, his words rattling inside your brain—

Daddy, daddy, daddy

He pistons his fingers inside you the squelch sound of you cunt audible—little nub rubbing again and again his calloused palm—

You come hard, trembling, shaking, little hole clamped tight around his fingers—a string of words being spit out if your mouth that sound too much like please and daddy.

“Fuckin’ hell—good girl, that’s it” he groans into your temple, slicked with sweat.

He slowly pulls his fingers out—arms still braced around you to keep steady, he turns you around so you are facing him now, arm wrapped around your waist—

He pops the fingers that were inside you in his mouth, sucking them clean—as you look up at him delirious—still stuck in the syrupy post orgasmic daze.

“Sweeter than I thought”—he looks like half god, half beast as you look up, his eyes black pools of tar—blown out, thick with want—

“Someone here, need to pay” a voice distantly slices through the humid air, shattering the little cocoon around you—

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck—the reality slowly sinks in, you got fingered on the job—there is a customer waiting who probably heard you.

“Shit, shit” you whisper as he lets you go with a chaste little kiss on your cheek, arm wrapped around your bicep, as he bends down to whisper in your ear—

“Nearly not done with you sweetheart”

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