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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 58: Together At Last

Summary: Now that Simon and Johnny are with you, you get to experience what life would be like if you were all together.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 9,649 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, The Orgy, fivesome, threesomes, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please be safe if you're going to do this), creampies, anal sex, oral sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, anal fingering, squirting, double penetration, Dom/sub dynamics, Dom!John, switch!Simon, spanking, hair pulling, cum eating, overstimulation, praise kink, voyeurism, lube, Johnny gets called a slag, cumming untouched, subdrop, aftercare, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, a/b/o, alternate universe, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, lots of fluff, language

A/N: *Mariah Carey voice*: IT'S TIIIIIMEEEE

(Also the last section of this chapter is just pure smut, so if you don't want to read it you can stop after the cuddle session in bed)

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You roll over as the bed dips, hand shooting out to grab a thick bicep.

“No,” you whine, mind still half asleep. You’re not sure which way is up and which way is down, no memory of who is in bed with you at all. “Stay.”

“Shh,” A voice shushes you, peeling your fingers away before a big hand brushes over your head. “Go back to sleep.”

You whine in protest but you can’t do much else, your brain already starting to fade back into a restless sleep.

The sun is starting to rise when you wake again a while later, a warm weight pressed against your back. You groan, attempting to roll over but the weight only gets heavier, pressing you down into the mattress.

“Johnny…” You groan, voice slightly muffled by the pillow under your face. “There’s a whole bed.”

He only grunts as you push at him, trying to land an elbow in his ribs to see if that forces him off of you. He grunts again as you make contact but he doesn’t move, pressing even more of his weight onto you so you’re almost entirely underneath him now.

“Kyle!” You call out as loud as you can, taking one last breath before you’re pushed beneath Johnny, face down under the pillows and blankets.

The door opens, a sigh sounding through the air before the bed dips.

“Alright, you starfish.” Kyle says and suddenly the weight is gone from you.

You surge up from the blankets taking in a deep breath of air, filling your lungs with sweet oxygen. Kyle has Johnny pinned under him, Johnny’s body jerking as Kyle tickles him. You crawl out of the way as Johnny’s limbs flail, pushing at Kyle but only halfheartedly. You don’t doubt Johnny could get away if he wanted to, but instead he lets it happen, tears trailing down his cheeks from laughing so hard.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny says, pushing at Kyle’s shoulders.

Kyle grips his wrists, pinning him down to the bed. The mood shifts from playful to something more and you’re caught in the moment, watching the two of them.

“I missed you.” Kyle says softly, leaning down closer to Johnny.

“Not as much as I missed you.” Johnny says, lifting his head up to meet Kyle in a kiss.

You watch the way their lips move, bodies pressing against each other. The moment feels intimate, too intimate for you to witness so instead you quietly crawl off the bed, slipping out the door.

You head down the hall to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee. You can see John and Simon outside through the back door, sitting on the cheap plastic chairs you bought as a temporary placeholder for something better. You’ll worry about that closer to summer when you’ll actually want to spend more time outside.

You stand there in the kitchen, staring out at the two of them, obviously deep in conversation. Simon got up early this morning, so early it was still dark. You can’t help but wonder if he got up at the same time as John, if he heard the other alpha up and moving around and decided to get up as well. Simon always is an early riser, but something deep down tells you he got up to be with John.

Just how long have they been sitting out there talking?

You stare at the table for a moment before turning for the stairs, heading up into the loft. It’s warmer up there, even though the sun hasn’t quite hit the window yet. Your giant bear is up here, along with a few other stuffed animals and blankets. You had wanted them all in the bed, but you had settled for just a few instead. The others had been brought up here to mark a potential spot for a nest. It’s perfect: secluded, cozy, comfortable. You can curl up in the corner with as many soft things as you want. You can just imagine Johnny with an easel by the window, you curled up in your soft things lazing away an afternoon.

You sit on the floor, careful not to spill your coffee as you lean back against the giant bear. Muffled moans and the thud of the headboard against the wall float up through the floor, a small smile forming on your face. You can just imagine Johnny pinned under Kyle, getting his back blown out as a welcome home present. You wonder if his dick is still store after last night.

There’s a definite ache between your thighs.

You let out a hum before pulling out your phone, scrolling mindlessly as you wait for Kyle and Johnny to finish, or John and Simon to come back into the house.

“Hey, you alive?”

The voice pulls you from sleep. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep. You blink blearily up at the blurry figure over you, rubbing your eyes.

“You’re drooling.”

“Am not.” You murmur as you wipe the slimy dampness from your chin.

“Breakfast’s ready.” Simon says, sitting back on his heels. He grabs your mug from the floor next to the bear. At least you remembered to set it there before falling asleep...not that you remember doing that.

You let out a huff, pushing yourself up to sit, running a hand over your hair. Your mouth feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton, and you’re desperate for something to drink. You reach for the mug in Simon’s hand but he pulls it back.

“Come on, on your feet soldier.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you up with him as he stands. “You can have more downstairs.”

His arm is the only thing that keeps you from falling backwards. He lets out a breath before he’s bending down, lifting you up over his shoulder.

“Simon!” You squeak, gripping his shirt for dear life as he starts down the stairs, packing you with him easily.

You know better than to protest, though, as he carries you down the stairwell back into the kitchen.

“What do you have there?” You hear John’s amused voice.

“Just our sleepy omega.” Simon says, lowering you down off his shoulder. Your feet touch the cool linoleum, your body sagging against Simon as you try to get your bearings after being upside down.

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep.” You whine, rubbing your eyes as they’re assaulted by the yellow glow of the kitchen lights.

“Must have been tired.” Kyle says, dishing up pieces of bacon.

“Yeah, didn’t help that someone tried to squish me this morning.” You say, sticking out your tongue at Johnny.

“Cannae help it, kitten. Yer just so comfy.” He blinks innocently.

“You did what?” John asks, looking up from his phone.

“He got to aggressive in his cuddles and tried to smother me.” You say, taking the corner seat next to John. A real kitchen table is going to be needed as Johnny and Simon’s visits become more and more frequent.

“I wasnae gonna smother ye.” Johnny tries to defend himself. “Just basking in yer presence after weeks away.”

You give him a sideways glance, pouting. “Sure felt like you were trying to smother me.”

“Alright, you two.” John says, setting his phone down at the table as Kyle and Simon take their seats. “Johnny, no more smothering.”

Johnny throws his hands up. “I cannae win.”

“Not against me you can’t.” You stick your tongue out. “John’s on my side.”

“Traitor.” Johnny mumbles, digging into his eyes.

John gives you a wink before digging into his own breakfast. You can’t hide your grin. You’ll always win when John is involved. You can do no wrong in his eyes.

Your feet rest in Simon’s lap as you lay stretched out across the couch. They’re propping up his book for him, the heavy weight resting against the sides of your feet. You don’t care, your own book propped against your chest. It’s quiet in the house, Kyle and Johnny outside helping John with the yard while the two of you take advantage of the silence to do some reading.

It reminds you of those times on base when the two of you would sit silently in each other’s company, reading or scrolling on your phones. The awkward silence had quickly melted into a comfortable one as the two of you grew closer and closer. Now you can do it in the comfort of your own home, on a comfortable couch that you own. This time it’s on your own terms, not between training or during those moments when you can take five minutes to yourselves. This time you’re doing it because you want to.

Simon adjusts his book, letting out a quiet breath. You tilt your book down to glance at him. He’s rubbing his mouth, brows pinched.

“What?” You ask, marking your place in your book.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye before shaking his head. “Nothing.”

“Not you too.” You say, your fingers starting to shake. “First John not telling me anything and now you?”

Simon turns his head to look at you, the furrow between his brows deepening. “What?”

You sigh, pushing yourself to sit up, pulling your feet from his lap. “Something’s going on with John and he won’t tell me and now you’re over here acting like something’s wrong and you won’t talk to me either.”

Simon marks his place in his book before setting it on the arm of the couch. “John’s not talking to you?”

You shake your head, pulling your knees to your chest. “Well, to be fair I haven’t really confronted him about it, but I know even if I did he wouldn’t talk to me.”

“You sure about that?” He raises a brow at you.

You shrug. “You know how he is. He’s going to keep trying to hide it, play it off. He’ll talk to Kyle about it. I know he has. He’ll listen to Kyle no problem but when I try to do something it’s like I’m not even there.” Tears burn your eyes and you try desperately to fight them off.

Simon reaches over, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “He’s just...having a hard time adjusting. He went from always having something to do to having nothing to do. He has no routine to stick to anymore so he’s trying to make one for himself.”

“He’s up before the sun.” You say.

“He always was an early riser.” Simon shrugs.

“So were you this morning.”

“You know how early I get up on base.” He says, squeezing your hand. “Just give him time. This is uncharted territory for him. He was in the military longer than he was out of it.”

“Do you think he regrets it?” You ask quietly.

“What?”

“Retiring.” You say. “Do you think he regrets it?”

Simon shakes his head. “No. I don’t think he’d walk back on that decision even if the world was ending. Well, he might have a little guilt that he wasn’t there to try and stop it, but he’ll never regret retiring. He did it for you, to give you the best chance at a happy life, but he also did it for himself.”

Your brows furrow as you stare down at your hands, your fingers tracing the back of Simon’s hand. His skin is rough and scarred, the callouses on his fingers rubbing against your own soft skin. “You won’t retire.”

He tenses, his thumb stilling against your knuckles for a moment. “I’m not as strong as John.” he finally says. “I’ve never imagined a life outside of the military.”

“Even with me?” You ask, your voice cracking.

“Don’t.” He says, squeezing your hand tightly.

“I just feel so alone.” You say, a tear sliding down your cheek. “Everything is perfect and I’m getting the life I wanted, but I’ve never felt so alone.”

Simon tugs you forward, easing you so you’re laying down again, your head in his lap. His hand strokes your hair, the other resting on your arm. “It’s just an adjustment period.” He tries to reassure you. “Everything will turn out alright.”

“Easy for you to say, you won’t be here.” You snap.

“I’ll be here as much as I can.” He says softly, showing no sign of any hurt from your accusation. “As often as I can get away.”

“What happens when you get called away on a deployment?” You ask. “Then we can’t talk for what might be weeks on end? What if something happens to you?”

“Nothing will happen to me.” He tries to reassure you, gently rubbing your scalp. “Laswell will update you as much as she can when we’re away.”

“Just...don’t do anything reckless.” You say softly.

“You know I can’t promise that.” You can hear the grin in his voice. “But I’ll do my best.”

Soft music flows from the speakers as you roll the paint roller along the wall. The tarp under your feet crinkles as you take a step, protecting the carpet from any possible drips. Your precious stuffed animals are in the middle of the room, protected by a second tarp. You hadn’t really planned on painting this room today, but the boys were all doing their own thing, so you figured you’d get the last of the painting done.

A low whistle sounds behind you. “Who got a piece of that sweet ass?”

You turn to glance at Johnny over your shoulder. “Kyle.” You smirk, turning back to the wall.

The tarp crinkles as he walks towards you. “Let me guess, the back was John?”

You nod, rolling the paint roller across the wall again. “He started it, on accident. Of course Kyle claimed smacking my ass with a paint covered hand was an accident too.”

“Of course.” Johnny says, coming to stand right behind you. “I need tae get in on this.”

You watch him as he bends down, using the brush to paint his palms. “Johnny…”

“Look at me.” He says, and you turn to face him.

You know exactly what he’s doing, where he’s going. You roll your eyes, holding your arms out as he grabs a handful of your breasts with his paint-covered hands. He holds them there for a moment before letting go, leaving you with two big hand prints on the front of your shirt.

“Perfection.” He grins, admiring his masterpiece.

“If you say so.” You roll your eyes again, going back to painting.

“Don’t move. I’m gonnae get Simon.” He says, tiptoeing his way back down the stairs.

You go back to painting, humming quietly to the song coming through the speakers.

A few moments later you hear the back door slide open, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

“What’s so important, Johnny?” Simon asks.

“You’ll see.” You can practically hear Johnny’s grin.

You turn to glance at Simon as he reaches the top of the steps, letting out a sigh. Johnny moves back over to your side, holding up the bottom of your shirt to show off your ass.

“Right here.” He says, patting your cheek. “Perfect spot for you. Then we can all leave our paint marks on your dear, sweet omega.”

“You want me to paint my hand and then grab a piece of that sweet ass?” Simon asks, leaning against the banister.

“Yeah.” Johnny says simply. “Prime real estate right here.” He squeezes your ass cheek.

Simon’s eyes flicker up to yours and you shrug, turning to face him to show off the drying paint on your boobs. “Already got the other three.”

Simon lets out a breath before approaching you, looming over you. He holds out his hand to Johnny, letting the beta paint his hand. You stand there, holding his gaze as he waits for Johnny to finish coating his hand.

“Ready.” Johnny says, dropping the paintbrush back into the tray.

Simon steps up closer to you, tilting his head down further as he watches your face. You sink your teeth into your lip as you hold his gaze, waiting for him to make his move. His hand drops, his body bending down just slightly as he grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing tightly.

His gaze darkens as he stares at you, holding his hand there for longer than he probably needs to before he releases you. He bends down the rest of the way, pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. A small sound escapes you as he kisses you, your hand gripping his shirt, successfully smearing paint on it.

He pulls away, looking down at his shirt. “You stained me.”

You grin. “Well, now that you’ve already got paint on you,” you hold out the roller. “Will you paint the top?”

He gives you a look and all you do is give him a cheeky grin in response. He rolls his eyes before taking the roller, spreading more paint on it before stepping up to the wall.

John doesn’t get up early the next morning.

You only know because you’ve grown attuned to his schedule, even in your sleep. You wake momentarily, blinking in the darkness, waiting for the bed to shift and the bathroom door to close, but it doesn’t come. For once he’s staying in bed, despite being up early. He’s awake, you know that, but he’s not getting up.

Whatever Simon said to him must have worked.

You let out a breath, rolling over until you reach Johnny’s side, tucking yourself into his chest. He lets out a sigh before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tight against him in his sleep. You hum, resting your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart in your ear. It lulls you somewhere between sleep and awareness, your mind floating there until the sun starts to rise and your pack begins to stir.

You manage to wiggle away from Johnny before he turns onto his stomach, narrowly avoiding being smothered again. Simon stretches his arms over his head, rolling onto his side so he’s facing you. You lay on your back, looking side to side at the members of your pack all together in one bed.

“This is nice.” You say quietly.

Simon grunts, rubbing his eyes. “Slept too long.”

“You needed it.” You say, lifting your head to stare at him over Johnny. “You don’t always have to get up while it’s still dark out.” You turn your head so you’re peeking over Kyle at John who’s flat on his back. “That goes for you too.”

John chuckles, tossing an arm across his face. “Easier said than done.”

“Not everyone’s as good at sleeping as you are.” Kyle says, wrapping an arm around your waist. He tugs you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you.

You giggle softly, resting your cheek against his chest. “I like this.” You say quietly. “All of us being together. It feels different than it did on base. Freer. There’s no expectations anymore.”

“We have nothing we have to do anymore.” Kyle says, fingers stroking your back through your baggy t-shirt. “We can eat whenever we want, sleep as late as we want.”

“I prefer things this way.” You say, pressing a kiss to Kyle’s soft skin.

“Of course you do.” John says, pressing himself up against Kyle’s back, his arms wrapping around you as well.

“Am I missin’ a cuddle pile?” Johnny asks sleepily, rolling over until he’s pressed against your back. “Come on, big guy.” He says to Simon, reaching back to pull at the big alpha.

Simon sighs before scooting closer, pressing up against Johnny’s back, his arm slinging across all of you.

You’re squished in the middle, four hot bodies pressing in from all sides. It feels suffocating, but at the same time it feels comforting. Your pack is surrounding you, pinning you in where you’re safe and secure with them, acting as a barrier between you and the world. Nothing can hurt you while you’re in here.

They press even closer to you, squishing you between their bodies. It’s getting muggy, sweat starting to bead in your crevices as you lay there pinned between them.

“Guys?” You say, your voice muffled. It’s getting hard to breathe, your chest pinned up against Kyle’s.

“Yeah?” Kyle asks, tilting his head to look down at you.

“Love this for us, but I can’t breathe.”

They release you, moving back enough that you can take in a deep breath. You suck down air greedily, being a bit dramatic about it.

“You dramatic little shit.” Simon says, his fingers squeezing your side, tickling you.

You squeal, wiggling closer to Kyle to try and escape his hand. “Save me!” You laugh, climbing over Kyle to slot yourself between him and John.

“What makes you think you’ll be safe over here?” John asks, his arms wrapping around you as Kyle flips over, his hands now tickling your sides.

You squeal, trying to wiggle away but John’s arms hold you tight.

Tears stream down your face, your sides starting to hurt from how hard you’re laughing at Kyle’s relentless tickling.

“Mercy!” You cry, going limp. “Mercy please! I’m gonna pee my pants!”

Kyle relents, John releasing you so you can get up and run for the bathroom, still breathing heavily. You’re quick about it, heading back into the room to find none of them have moved. You crawl back onto the bed, laying back in the middle between them.

“Can we stay in bed all day?” You ask, flopping back on your back.

“We have to get up eventually.” John says.

“We need tae eat.” Johnny says. “Cannae go hungry.”

You hum, knowing he’s right. “Good point. No one wants to be cranky.” They all turn to look at you. “What?” You ask, looking back and forth between them.

“You’re the one that gets cranky when you’re hungry.” Kyle says.

“I do not.” You say defensively.

They all continue to give you looks as you cross your arms, pouting.

“I do not.” You say quietly, all of them chuckling.

The soft sound of music fills the air, the five of you settling in the living room. You can still feel the burn of whiskey in your throat, John having pulled out heavier alcohol from the cupboard rather than the cheap beer in the fridge. You’re not a fan of whiskey but you drank it anyway, feeling the slight warmth of alcohol in your body.

You’re currently pressed up against Kyle, swaying back and forth to the music coming from the speakers. His hands are on your hips, moving them against his. Johnny is pressed up against your back, his hands just above Kyle’s. Simon and John are on the couch, both of them watching the three of you.

“Look at them.” Simon says, his voice deep and rough. “Pretty sight ain’t they?”

“Could sit and watch them all night.” John says, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Kyle shifts, slotting a thigh between your legs, his hands pressing you down against it. You let out a soft noise as Johnny grinds his half hard cock against your ass. You know your scent is projecting, the light arousal that’s starting to pool between your legs.

Simon takes a deep breath in, tilting his head back. “Smell that?”

John hums, his eyes laser focused on you. “I think she’s enjoying herself.”

Your head tilts back onto Johnny’s shoulder, his lips taking advantage of the exposed skin. One hand slides around to grip his mohawk, the other resting on Kyle’s shoulder as he grinds you against his thigh.

“Could take ye right here, right now.” Johnny groans against your neck. “Let ‘em all watch.”

“Fuck…” you breathe, another wave of arousal washing through you.

“I think she liked that idea.” Kyle grins, and you’re sure you’ve soaked through your panties already.

“Please…” you breathe, tugging at Johnny’s hair.

“Look at me.” Simon says. Johnny’s hand grips your chin, turning your head so you’re staring at him. “What do you say, omega?” Your gaze darkens at the sound of your status coming from his lips. “You want Johnny to fuck you in front of us?”

You nod your head eagerly, your hand lifting to wrap around Johnny’s wrist. “Yes.”

Kyle pulls away from you, taking a step back. You whine at the loss of friction against your pussy.

“Come here, pretty boy.” John says, holding a hand out to Kyle.

Kyle moves to the couch, settling himself between the two big alphas.

“Put on a good show for us and maybe we’ll reward you.” Simon says, leaning back casually.

“Fucking christ.” Johnny breathes, his hands releasing you to turn you around to face him. His eyes are dark with lust, his hands making quick work of your shirt. “C’mon.”

He maneuvers you to the coffee table, pushing you down so you’re on your knees, your front half pressed against the coffee table. You’re not sure it’ll hold up for this, but oh well. You can always buy another one later.

Johnny tugs off your pants and panties, tossing them on the floor with your shirt. He spreads your legs apart just slightly, sticking a hand between your thighs. “Slicker than a seal.” He says, dragging a thumb through your folds. He leans down, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole. “And sweet as sugar.”

He presses his face into your pussy, hands gripping your thighs as he fucks you with his tongue. You grip onto the edge of the coffee table, staring up at the three on the couch. John is watching you with hooded eyes, Simon’s gaze intense. Kyle is between them, one hand in each of their pants. He locks eyes with you, pupils blown with lust. How he probably wishes it were him between your thighs right now.

You let out a moan, back arching as Johnny sucks on your clit. Your toes are curling already, the excitement that this is really happening, that you’re being fucked in front of the rest of your pack thrumming through you. You’ve been thinking about this moment for so long, ever since Johnny ate you out on the table in the cottage. You want them to watch, to see how well the others can please you. You want them to want to pleasure you too.

You let out a high pitched squeak, your body jolting as Johnny bites down on your clit.

“Easy, boy.” Simon says. “Don’t be too rough with her.”

“Yes, alpha.” Johnny mutters, pressing an apologetic kiss to your clit.

His hands slide up to your hips, pulling you back against his face as he continues to suck on your clit. You’re going to cum and fast, pleasure building like a storm in your stomach, your legs starting to shake.

Your eyes roll back as you cum on Johnny’s tongue, and he makes sure to lick up every last drop. He curses softly, shifting so he’s kneeling behind you. You hear his zipper lower, the shuffle as his pants are pulled down, then the head of his cock is dragging through your folds. You let out a small noise, hips pressing back to try and take him where you need him.

His hand smooths over your ass, gripping a cheek before releasing it. “Pretty little ass.” he groans, teasing his tip against your pussy.

“Johnny…” You whine, pushing back against him.

“Say please.” Simon says, his fingers gripping the arm of the couch as Kyle continues to stroke his cock.

“Please, Johnny. Please fuck me.” You beg, turning your head to try and see him.

“Good girl.” Simon praises you, your lips parting in a harsh breath.

“As you wish.” Johnny says, pressing his cock into you.

You moan at the stretch, relaxing as he rocks his hips to press further and further into you. Your knuckles are white as they grip the edge of the table, bracing yourself as he continues to press into you until his hips are flush against your ass. His hands close around your hips, holding you steady. His thumbs gently stroke your skin as he pauses, a tender moment before you know what’s coming.

He’s slow as he draws back, dragging his cock along your walls before he pauses, just for a second. He snaps his hips forward, burying his cock in your pussy. You curse, holding onto the table as it creaks from the force of his thrusts. You doubt its integrity, the nervous thought of winding up splayed among broken pieces of wood not exactly how you want to end the evening.

Johnny repeats the motion, drawing back slowly before snapping his hips against yours. His grip on your hips tightens as he starts to move faster, not drawing back quite as far as he snaps his hips against your ass with fervor. The sound of skin slapping skin mixes in the air with yours and his moans. The scents filling the room are strong, not just yours and Johnny’s but the alpha’s as well. You glance up at them, meeting John’s gaze, then Simon’s as Johnny continues to fuck you.

“That’s it.” He moans, angling his thrusts down.

“Johnny!” You cry, your legs shaking at the new angle.

You drop your head, resting your cheek against the table as Johnny pistons his hips against yours, driving against that spot inside of you over and over. Your legs would have given out if you were standing, your knees raw from the carpet but you don’t care. You’re far too focused on the pleasure Johnny is bringing you.

You’re close, your sensitive pussy already fluttering around his cock. He lets out another curse, snapping his hips harshly against your ass. “Cum for me.” he grunts, shifting to slip a hand around your body. “Come on.”

“Please, please.” you chant, letting out a whine as his fingers circle your already sensitive clit.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as you spasm around him, your orgasm slamming into you.

You’re a mess as you shake below him, sweaty skin sticking to the wood of the table. Simon stands as Johnny continues to grunt and curse, hips still slapping against your ass. He tucks himself back into his pants before he approaches you, grabbing Johnny by the throat and pushing him back before he can cum inside of you.

“Not this time.” Simon says as Johnny whines, your body shuddering at the sudden emptiness.

You flop to the side, sitting against the coffee table as you try and catch your breath. You take Simon’s offered hand, letting him shift you so you’re on your knees in front of Johnny.

“Cum on her tits like a good boy.” Simon says, forcing Johnny to stand.

Johnny is shaking himself as he furiously starts to pump his cock, still slick and shiny with your juices. Your mouth parts as you watch him, chest still heaving as he cums, splattering his seed all over your chest.

“Fuck…” Johnny groans, squeezing out every last drop that he can.

Simon motions behind you, Kyle shifting into view. “Clean her up.” He says, Kyle dropping to his knees in front of you, bending down to lick at the skin of your chest.

Your head tilts back as Kyle cleans Johnny’s cum off your skin, licking up every last drop. John appears behind you, staring down at you. You can see the bulge of his cock in his jeans, your mouth starting to water.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” John says, still holding your gaze. “We’ll be more comfortable.”

An excited thrill shoots down your spine. It’s finally happening.

You’re about to have all of them at once.

Kyle slips his arms under you, lifting you off the floor as he follows Simon down the hall to the bedroom. You’re grateful for him carrying you. You’re not entirely sure you could have walked if you wanted to. Your legs are still shaking a bit from Johnny, and you’re only just getting started.

Kyle lays you in the middle of the bed before crawling back to the end, the four of them standing there before you. Goosebumps form on your skin as their eyes all take you in, all of their gazes intense and focused. You feel very much like the prey caught in the middle of a hungry wolf pack.

Simon is the first to move, crawling onto the edge of the bed. He makes his way over to you, kneeling next to you.

“Hi,” you breathe, staring up at him.

He smirks, his hand coming to rest on your stomach. “Hello, love.” His hand brushes the hair from your forehead, so soft and tender compared to what you know is about to happen. “Ready for me?”

You nod, eyes flickering to where Kyle and Johnny have ganged up on John, tugging his clothes off before forcing him on the bed next to you.

Simon’s hand slides down your stomach, fingers passing over your clit before they find your hole. He gathers some of your slick on his fingers before pressing them into you, stretching you with those thick digits. Your gaze is on Kyle and Johnny, both of them laying on the bed, John’s cock in their hands.

Simon’s fingers grip your chin, tugging your face back so you’re staring at him. You meet his sharp gaze, a shiver running down your spine. “I’m the one pleasurin’ you, yeah?” He says, and you nod. “Then you look at me.”

“Yes, alpha.” You breathe.

“Good girl.” He praises you, stroking a hand over your hair as he curls his fingers inside of you.

You gasp, a jolt of pleasure racing through you as his fingers press against that spot inside of you. You know what’s coming, where this is going. You’re not sure you can take it after already cumming twice.

And they certainly won’t be done with you afterward either.

You whine as he pushes up against that spot with every thrust of his fingers into you. You continue to hold Simon’s gaze, ignoring the sounds coming from your right, of Kyle and Johnny sucking John’s cock. No matter how badly you want to stare, you know you can’t. Simon will punish you if you look away and you’re not sure you can take it.

Your back arches as he continues to bully that spot, warmth pooling in your stomach, quickly growing more and more intense the more he curls his fingers. Your hands sink into the comforter, holding on for dear life as he brings you closer and closer to the edge that’s coming.

“Simon…” you moan, your toes curling.

“Feel good?” Simon asks, slowing his fingers just slightly.

You nod, letting out a whine. “Feels so good.”

“Good.” Simon says, pressing his other hand against your stomach, picking up the pace again.

You can feel it building, like a storm on the horizon. That same deep pressure, the building of pleasure. There’s no stopping its approach, no backing down now. Simon continues to thrust against that spot, curling his fingers with every thrust.

“Pretty boy,” Simon calls to Kyle, the beta lifting his head from John’s cock. “Come over here.”

Kyle crawls over, Simon directing him between your legs. He doesn’t slow his ministrations, fucking you hard with his fingers. You can feel it, the edge approaching faster and faster, until it’s consuming you entirely.

Your entire body spasms, legs shaking as you squirt all over Kyle’s face.

He groans, low and deep, his tongue darting out to lick at the fluid covering his skin. “Oh shit.”

“One more time.” Simon grunts, only giving you a moment to recover before he’s back at it, thrusting his fingers into you.

“Can’t...can’t…” You whine, the pleasure overwhelming, almost to the point of painful.

“Yes you can.” Simon says, thrusting his fingers against that spot.

You nearly see white, another orgasm slamming into you. Your body writhes with pleasure as you squirt all over Kyle again, your hand closing around John’s wrist.

“Fucking hell.” Simon says, pulling you from the heaven that you ascended to. “Did you cum all over yourself?”

“Couldn’t help it.” Kyle says, sitting up on his knees, his cock smeared with cum. “Fuck that was so hot.”

Simon gathers some of the cum on his fingers, holding them up to Kyle’s mouth. He takes them in his mouth, Simon pressing his fingers in to the second knuckle. He pulls his fingers free, pushing Kyle towards you. “Be a good boy and clean her up.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle moans before diving between your legs.

You jump when his tongue drags through your sensitive folds, your eyes on the bodies next to you, Johnny choking on John’s cock.

“Fuckin’ slag.” Simon says, reaching under Johnny’s body. “Came on yourself too?”

Johnny whines, pulling John’s cock from his mouth. “Cannae help it.”

“Should punish you for that.” Simon says.

“Go easy on him.” John says, running a hand over Johnny’s mohawk. “It’s not his fault he can’t control himself when you’re over there making a mess of our girl.”

You let out a whine as Kyle’s lips wrap around your clit, John lacing his fingers with yours. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “Holding on over there?”

Your legs squeeze around Kyle’s head, a muffled sound coming from him. “Barely.” You gasp.

“Easy now.” Simon says, pulling one of your legs to the side, freeing Kyle. “Don’t want to kill him do you?”

“I doubt he’d complain.” John says. “Just look at him, fucked out and cumming all over himself and all he’s doing is giving head.”

Kyle moans against your pussy, grinding his hips against the bed. You probably should have removed the comforter, but oh well. Problems for tomorrow.

Simon grips Kyle by the back of his neck, pulling him away from your overstimulated pussy. He grips Johnny by the hair, pulling them both up in front of him. “You’ve been good boys.” He says, looking between them. “Good boys get to play with their toys.”

They both let out a groan, your pussy clenching.

“You wanna play with our girl?” Simon asks them, both of them nodding enthusiastically. “Go on then.” He releases them, smacking Johnny’s ass. “I better not hear any complaints.”

Kyle is immediately on you, wrapping his arms around you to flip you over onto his chest. Simon opens the drawer of the nightstand, tossing Johnny a bottle of lube.

“We’re gonna make you feel good, princess.” Kyle says, kissing you. You can taste yourself on his lips, groaning into his mouth. “Come on.” He eases you back, dragging his cock through your folds.

You’re still slightly delirious from the two extreme orgasms Simon had wrung out of you, but you get what he’s wanting. You sink down on his cock, moaning at the stretch of your sensitive walls. You clamp tight around him as you sit on his hips, his cock reaching deep inside of you.

Johnny presses up against your back, the lid of the lube bottle snapping closed. A slick finger probes at your ass, pressing against the ring of muscle. You let out a whimper, clenching your body but Johnny shushes you, his breath fanning your ear. “I’ve got ye, kitten. Don’t worry.”

You try to relax, focusing on the feel of Kyle’s cock inside of you as Johnny presses a finger into your ass. It’s not the first time, but it’s still a foreign sensation, your body tensing against the intrusion. Kyle’s hands grip your hips, gently rocking you back and forth on his cock, trying to distract you as Johnny presses a second slick finger into you. You let out a moan, hands pressing against Kyle’s chest for leverage as you keep rocking your hips.

You whimper as Johnny adds a third finger, stretching you open for his cock. You’re legs are trembling, already tired from trying to ride Kyle’s cock. You lay yourself across Kyle’s chest, resting your head on his pecs.

“Getting lazy on me?” Kyle asks, his hands running down your back.

A hand comes down on your ass, making you yelp, your body jolting in surprise. You push yourself back up to sit, lifting your head to stare up at Simon. The alpha grips your chin, staring down at you with hard eyes. “That’s not very nice of you.” He says low, his voice rumbling in his chest. “They’re taking their sweet time playing with you and you’re giving up already?”

You whimper, shuddering as Kyle rocks his hips up into yours. “I’m tired.”

Simon tilts his head. “You’re tired? We’re just getting started and you’re already tired?”

You swallow thickly. “’S not my fault you started with the party trick.”

Simon makes a fake sympathetic noise in his throat. “You can’t handle a little party trick?”

A hand sinks into Simon’s hair, tugging his head back. He lets go of your chin, tilting his head to stare at John where he kneels on the bed behind him. “Easy, now.” John says, Simon’s throat bobbing as he swallows. “You like playing the big, controlling alpha?”

Simon nods, gulping again. “Yes, sir.”

John hums, tugging on Simon’s hair to maneuver him over onto his hands and knees. “I think you’ve played enough.”

“Oh shit.” Kyle breathes from under you, his hands tugging you back down onto his chest.

You stare wide eyed as John climbs off the bed, standing in front of Simon. The energy in the room has shifted, even Johnny pausing with his fingers stuffed in your ass.

John takes hold of Simon’s hair again, tugging him forward. “Be a good boy.”

Simon leans forward, dropping down to his elbows as he takes John’s cock in his mouth. You let out a whimper at the sight of the dominant alpha suddenly being forced to his knees.

John hisses, tugging at Simon’s hair. “Gentle.”

You wish you could see Simon’s face, his mouth taking in John’s cock. You’re quickly distracted though as Johnny pulls his fingers from you, the lube bottle popping open again.

“Ready f’me?” Johnny asks, his hand dropping to your hip.

Kyle holds you still as you nod, his arms wrapping around you. There’s a beat of silence, where the room seems to still before Johnny’s tip is pressing against the ring of your ass. You try to relax as best you can, ignoring the press of Kyle’s cock against your walls.

Johnny presses in slow, taking his time as your body stretches around his cock. You’re breathing heavy, breath steaming against Kyle’s skin as you cling to his shoulders. His fingers rub your back, lips singing gentle praises as you take Johnny’s cock.

You shudder as Johnny’s hips press against your ass, completely full of him and Kyle. It’s almost too much, the pressure of both of them inside of you. Johnny’s fingers brush your shoulders, dragging along your sweat-slick skin.

“Doin’ alright?” He asks, gently stroking your back.

You nod, shifting just slightly. A moan leaves your lips as it shifts them inside of you. “Move, please.”

Kyle chuckles, keeping his arms locked around you. “Careful what you ask for, love.”

“Please,” you whimper, moving your hips again.

Slowly they begin to move, finding a rhythm with each other. Kyle thrusting in while Johnny draws out. Back and forth, never leaving you wanting. Your eyes are still on Simon, his head bobbing as he sucks John’s cock. John’s head is tilted back, eyes heavy with pleasure.

You whimper when Johnny snaps his hips against your ass, pressing in as deep as he can. Kyle lays still under you as Johnny picks up the pace, fucking into you so hard it moves you on Kyle’s cock. Kyle continues to hold you against his chest, your clit dragging across his stomach with every thrust of Johnny’s hips. You’re not going to last very long, not when you’re so full of them.

John and Simon move, your hazy eyes watching them as John guides Simon to turn around and bend over the bed. He locks eyes with you, the sharpness of his gaze lessened from what it was. Johnny tosses John the lube, barely faltering in his thrusts.

Your legs are shaking as John smears lube on his fingers, vision starting to tunnel from pleasure. You might pass out, you might ascend to a higher dimension as another orgasm builds and builds from the intense sensations of Johnny and Kyle together inside of you.

Simon lets out a low groan, matching your own high pitched whine as you cum, shaking in Kyle’s arms. You squeeze around them, both of them moaning at the sensation.

“Fuckin’ do that again.” Johnny grunts, thrusting into you hard and fast.

“I can’t...I can’t…” you gasp, nails digging into Kyle’s skin as Johnny’s thrusts drag Kyle’s cock along your walls, your clit grinding against his stomach. Kyle lifts his hips, thrusting his hips up into you, matching Johnny’s pace.

You nearly scream as another orgasm washes over you, your pussy burning with overstimulation. Johnny finally has mercy on you, slowing his thrusts as you squeeze around him again. He lets out a curse, his cock throbbing inside of you before warmth fills you.

“Cumming already?” Kyle asks, looking over you at him.

“Cannae help it, squeezin’ me like that.” Johnny groans, draping himself across your back, squishing Kyle into the mattress.

He lets out a groan, fingers squeezing Johnny’s sides. “Your fat arse is squishing me.”

“Am not fat!” Johnny complains, pressing more of his weight into you.

“Hey!” Simon snaps, all three of your heads whipping to the side to stare at him. He’s still got a bit of that wicked look in his eye, even with John’s fingers in his ass. “Play nice or I’ll take your toy from you.”

Both Johnny and Kyle sigh, mumbling out ‘yes sir’s’. Johnny pushes himself back up, drawing himself from your ass. You whine at the sudden loss, clenching around Kyle’s cock.

“Here,” Kyle says, gently rolling you off of him. “Take my spot.”

Johnny shifts onto the bed, laying on his back. Kyle helps you up onto shaky knees, maneuvering you so you’re seated over Johnny’s hips. He guides Johnny’s cock back into your ass before pushing you back against his chest. Johnny’s hands wrap under your legs, holding them open for Kyle.

“I like the way ye think.” Johnny says.

Kyle smirks, kneeling himself between your legs. He drags the head of his cock through your folds a couple times, catching it on the hood of your clit. You whine, leaning your head back against Johnny’s shoulder.

Kyle finally presses into you, filling you up once more. Your toes curl from the sensation of fullness once again, a moan leaving your lips from the press of their cocks inside of you.

“Can feel ye.” Johnny groans, rocking his hips into you. “Fuck, right there.”

Kyle smirks, grinding his hips against yours. “Can feel you too.”

You can’t do anything but lay there as Kyle fucks you, the angle of Johnny’s cock pressing Kyle’s up into that spot with every movement of his hips. Your legs are shaking still, trembling in Johnny’s hold. You’re soaked with sweat, skin sliding against Johnny’s own sweat-slicked chest. It’s hot in the room, the heavy scents of sweat and sex mingling in the air. It’s almost overwhelming, an amalgamation of scents an aphrodisiac to all of you.

“Kyle!” you cry as his cock bullies against that spot inside of you. You grip Johnny’s arms, holding on for dear life.

The bed is rocking from his thrusts and John’s, the alpha finally getting around to fucking Simon. You turn your head to stare at them, Simon resting on his forearms on the bed, his head dropped. John’s hands are on his hips, thrusting hard into him. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud in the air, along with a cacophony of the sounds of pleasure.

You’ve never experienced anything like it before.

By the end you’ll want to experience it all the time.

You cum suddenly, gushing around Kyle’s cock. His hips jerk sloppily, thrusting into you a couple more times before he cums, sinking deep into you.

You feel warmth in your ass again, Kyle looking over your shoulder at Johnny. “Did you cum again.”

“Cannae help it.” Johnny whines, releasing your legs. “Not with her squeezin’ me like that.”

“You slag.” Kyle says, easing out of you.

Johnny whimpers, helping Kyle ease you off of them and onto the bed. You’re shaking, entire body quaking from the intense pleasure you’ve just gone through. You turn on your side, ignoring the cum leaking out of you as you turn to stare at John and Simon.

John is thrusting hard into Simon, the bed rocking with every drive of his hips. Simon is flat on his stomach, cheek pressed against the mattress. He looks so utterly helpless compared to how he started the night. It has your pussy fluttering despite the pounding it just took.

Down girl, you think. You’re done for the night.

If only that were true.

John tugs Simon up, arching his back as he leans down to whisper in his ear. Simon nods, dropping onto his hands before he’s reaching for you.

Before you even know what happens you’re being tugged under Simon’s body, John pausing his thrusts just long enough for you to be maneuvered. Simon tosses your legs over his shoulders before he’s pushing into you, filling your pussy again. You let out a yelp at the sudden intrusion, your overstimulated pussy throbbing from the sensation. Simon folds himself over you again, arms coming to rest on either side of you. You grip his forearms as he starts to move, thrusting his hips into yours.

John begins to move again as well, thrusting his hips into Simon’s ass. The force of his thrusts drives Simon into you, your eyes rolling back from the burning pleasure. You’re exhausted, limbs heavy but you don’t need to do anything but lay there and take it, letting Simon and John do all the work.

Simon groans above you, eyes screwed closed in pleasure. The bed is wet under you, likely from where Simon came all over the comforter. You might just have to burn this one and get a new one at this rate.

Tears gather in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, nails digging into Simon’s skin but he doesn’t seem to care. You can hear Kyle and Johnny behind you, the wet sound of their kisses, their hands on each other’s cocks. Somehow they still have it in them to keep going.

Despite your own burning overstimulation, you can feel the pleasure building once again. The drive of Simon’s hips into yours, the drag of his cock against that spot over and over. It has your legs shaking around his neck, his body folding down over yours. Your hamstrings burn but you don’t care, his own hand slipping around to grip the back of your neck.

Your vision nearly goes white, head tilting back into his hand as you cum, your orgasm slamming into you unexpectedly. You spasm in his hold, pussy squeezing tight around his cock, so tight he can barely move. His groans sound through the ringing in your ears, his own hips stuttering as he cums inside of you.

John grunts, hands bruising Simon’s hips as his own thrusts start to get sloppy. His mouth falls open, head tilting back as he cums in Simon’s ass, snapping his hips against his fellow alpha’s ass a few times before he stills.

All three of you stay there for a long moment, breaths heavy in the air. Johnny moans behind you, the bed shifting as he cums, thrusting into Kyle’s hand. Kyle isn’t far behind him, cumming all over Johnny’s fingers.

John takes a step back, letting Simon rise. His legs are shaking and he crawls onto the bed next to you, dropping down with a huff. He pulls you up so you’re laying against the pillows, wrapping an arm around you.

“Yer the only one that didnae get a taste of that sweet cunt, Cap.” Johnny says.

“Don’t worry.” John says, climbing onto the bed. “There’s only one thing I need.”

Simon pulls one of your legs open, draping it over his side. Kyle and Johnny move closer curiously as John comes to kneel beside you.

John stares down at you, brushing some sweaty hair off your face. “Enjoy yourself?”

You nod, unable to find any words.

John grins. “Good. I just need one last thing before you’re done.”

Your brows pinch as he slides his hand down your body to your pussy. His fingers play in the mess of Kyle’s and Simon’s cum before he’s pushing two of his fingers into you. Your body clenches around the near painful intrusion, tired after taking quite the banging. Still you can feel it, the tingling at the base of your spine in anticipation.

John starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling them up against that spot. You moan, hips jerking from the onslaught of pleasure from the overstimulation. Simon holds your leg open, watching John’s fingers as they start to speed up, thrusting against that spot over and over. Your legs are shaking, the overwhelming feeling starting to rise again.

“No, no,” you gasp, fingers tugging at the comforter under you. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” John growls, pummeling that spot inside of you. The pleasure continues to build, that intense pressure mounting to a nearly painful sensation.

You let out a scream as you cum, body spasming as you squirt all over Kyle and Johnny. Your vision does white out, ears ringing from the intensity.

It’s only a few seconds before you’re coming back, legs limp on the bed, a hand brushing your forehead.

“Still with us?” A voice asks and you nod groggily, body still shaking uncontrollably.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Kyle asks, wiping your juices off his chest.

John smirks. “Who do you think taught Simon?”

Both Kyle and Johnny turn to look at Simon, the big alpha just shrugging as he holds you.

Johnny flops on the bed at your feet, rubbing his eyes. “My cock feels like it’s gonnae fall off.”

“I haven’t ached like this in a long time.” Kyle groans, laying back on the pillows beside you.

“Been a while since we got to have fun together.” John says, stroking your stomach. He turns to look up at you, giving you a soft smile. “So? Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

You nod breathlessly, mind still reeling from your last, explosive orgasm.

The room falls silent for a moment, Simon wrapping himself around you. John shifts over to his other side, wrapping his arms around the big alpha, gently petting his hair. He whispers softly to Simon, praising him for how good he did.

“We have a big bed,” Kyle says, stretching his arms over his head. “Now we need a really big tub.”

“Mmm hot tub.” Johnny says.

You curl into Simon’s chest, listening to their quiet conversation. His hold around you is tight, almost crushing but you don’t care. Exhaustion pulls at your brain, dragging you deeper into the arms of unconsciousness.

You’re shaken awake what feels like an hour later, your eyes blinking open blearily. You’re groggy, vision blurry. There’s drool on your chin, but your mouth feels bone dry.

“Here.”

A cool glass presses against your lips and you greedily drink, tasting the slight saltiness of electrolytes. You drink greedily, sipping down every last drop of liquid in the glass. You could drink five more easily.

“Let’s get you in the tub.”

Arms slip under you, lifting your limp body up off the bed. You feel a bit like you do after your heat, bleary, groggy, unsure, sore, exhausted. There’s water running in the bathroom, warm water touching your skin as you’re set down in the tub against a warm chest. You lean your head back against he broad shoulder, blinking down at the arms that wrap around you, one of them covered in tattoos.

Simon.

John kneels next to the tub with a wash cloth, gently running it over your skin and Simon’s.

“You both did so good.” He praises you, gently cleaning the fluids from your bodies. “I’m so proud of you.”

Simon rumbles deep in his chest and it takes you a moment to realize he’s purring. You blink in surprise, but you don’t say anything, knowing it could very quickly ruin the moment. Instead you bask in it, enjoying it while it lasts.

After your bath and the soft words of praise given by John you’re both moved back into the bed, the comforter and sheets having been replaced, a window cracked open to air the stench of pheromones and sex and sweat out of the room. You crawl to the middle of the bed, flopping yourself down. Simon joins you, pulling you back against his chest.

You lay there in his hold for a long moment, relaxing your exhausted body into the mattress. The others clean themselves up too before joining you, laying around you and Simon.

The five of you cuddle up together, feeling closer than you ever have before. Something has shifted between you after tonight, after this moment shared together, something good. The moments of vulnerability have filled something in your pack, have led you to seeing sides of them you’ve never seen before. You feel more complete than you ever have, more secure in your bonds.

You wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

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