#bsp gets smothered in affection

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Bsp gets smothered in affection

Victim: Cross

Context: Dumbass was walking around shirtless and got cornered with lipstick kisses from his 3 boyfriends.

Content warnings: None. No dirty shit, just affection. Bunch of teasing and loving, but no big nsfw.

Note: Sighs in shame and sits in a corner

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The entire situation was getting Cross more and more nervous by seconds. Hands were roaming all around his body, making him gasp and whine quietly. He felt them grabbing at his hips longingly, caressing his ribs with their soft fingertips and tracing over his spine, making his soul twist and flutter. It's like he was tingling inside his chest, the feeling making him flush and his legs go weak. He wanted to collapse into the affection, yet the butterflies in his stomach made him so insane he couldn't relax. He was constantly shaking sweetly and groaning as his lovers' lips explored all over his face and chest. What a mistake it was for him to walk around shirtless at this very moment.

With the corner of his squinted eye, he saw Dust pull back and reaching for the red lipstick the three of them used to sweetly torture him. Unfortunately, he couldn't see him gracefully reapplying it as Killer turned his face towards himself and kissed him on the lips, the red substance leaving a mark on top of them. He was melting in the touch, his eyes fluttering as Killer pulled away. He looked at him with his beautiful empty eyes and whispered another tease, leaning down to his neck. He planted more small, tender kisses down from his jaw to his collarbone. It made his breath hitched one again as his soul was going crazy, unable to hold back moans and pants. He would love to lay down and enjoy it all, if only Horror wasn't being just as lovely to him at the back. His hands wandered all around his lower back, being as gentle as possible. Horror's hands were big and rough, and he always tried to be soft with his lovers. He was scared of easily hurting them, but right now he was in big advantage. Cross loved the sweet touch, it being so fluttery and feeling nice on his back. His face couldn't flush any further, and he was struggling with either leaning forward to Killer's kisses or backwards to Horror's flattering touch. Cross was starting to sweat.

It got worse once Dust joined once again, the fresh lipstick planting marks all over his ribcage. Sometimes he would physically tease him with a small lick or nibble on the sides of his ribs, and it was getting Cross to absolutely shiver. His eyelights rolled back and he closed his eyes, biting his lip.

All the verbal teasing was left to Killer, his flirtatious words getting Cross all worked up. He tried to turn his face away from him multiple times, out of pure shyness. But he was grabbed by the chin and turned back, Killer's hand sliding under and rubbing under his chin. He knew fully well what he was doing, and Cross was a big sucker for it. The whispers of the names like "good boy" was making him want to surrender to him harder, the dog like treatment causing more tingles to run over his body.

Horror was going more easy and just whispering sweet compliments to him as his fingers traced the edges of his pants while his red lips slowly kissed him down his spine. With that, it was so much easier to keep calm and not go completely insane with Dust's merciless treatment towards his ribcage.

Which was the roughest thing out of everything that happened on his body. Dust may be quiet, but he is not easy on him at all. He didn't hesitate to bite harder on his ribs, soothing the marks down with more lipstick kisses. His slightly sharp nails were gently scratching over Cross's sides, making him squirm and gasp with a moan sneaking into it.

After what felt like the most godish eternity, the last kiss was planted on his forehead. The trio soothed him with more compliments, yet stopped their previous movements. Cross could once again feel hands all over his body, but they were much more gentle and comforting than before. He melted into Horror that was ready to catch him from behind, and felt one of his other boyfriend's lie down on his stomach. Killer was patting Cross's head and gazing at his flushed face with a wide smile. He was very satisfied with the position they put their toughest member into: being all purple with red lipstick marks all over his torso. He looked so vulnerable and fragile as his knees shook a little. He was lying down on Horror's chest, his hands trying to cover his face out of shy instincts. Yet they dropped down in exhaustion, and he could feel himself relaxing more and more under his lover's careful caresses.

"All of you... are such hot assholes, I swear..." The soldier muttered as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He could hear Dust chuckle in his low voice as he stroked his ribcage once again. Horror placed another kiss on the back of his neck.

"I think we can all agree that you're currently the hottest," Killer purred, making Cross hide away in Horror's soft chest again. He could hear the rest of them discuss that they were all equally hot, yet they ended up with the conclusion of Nightmare being the number one hot bitch on their team. Cross could do nothing but nod in agreement, half listening to the rest of the conversation as he silently died of embarrassment.

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Bsp gets smothered in affection

Victim: Horror

Context: My brain always leaves him out, so that's what happened. The rest of the poly felt like he wasn't getting enough affection and pinned him down.

Content warnings: Again none, they're just a little rough sometimes.

Note: I have less shame about this one for some reason

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Horror was being held down by all of them. Being on the bottom was quite an embarrassing experience, and he kept trying to squirm out of their grip. But unfortunately, it was impossible, despite his big body. Cross's thighs were holding his arms down, and Killer sat on his ankles and held him down as well. While the latter simply watched as Horror's thighs flexed and moved, obviously with a wide smirk on his face as he softly caressed them, Cross was gently rubbing Horror's neck and kissing on his forehead. It made the big guy feel all sweaty and nervous, unable to move his head away, and only close his eyes to avoid further embarrassment.

It's Dust who was doing most of the work. His small hands roamed around his body, gently squeezing on his chest and his nails tracing on his abs. Just like he did with Cross, he kept reapplying his lipstick once in a while, giving Horror a break. But then he would go back to leaving possessive kisses on his chest and ribs, making Horror whine softly.

God, how embarrassing this is. How nerve wracking it truly is to be the one smothered and pampered with affection. Horror's heart was racing, his mind was a pink fog. He was a quiet one, yet Killer would unexpectedly squeeze his thighs or feet to get a reaction out of him. Only then would he let out a gasp, his face burning as bright as a cherry. He could hear all the sweet nothings Cross whispered into his ears as he kissed them, and it tingled like hell. His voice was so soft, just a little nervous. Horror and Cross are surely the most gentle partners out of the five. Well. Four, currently. He couldn't help but be a little tense from all these sensations and groaned softly as Dust resumed the rough, sensible kissing.

All the voices were muffled. He refused to even try to process anything they were saying. He slowly relaxed into all of it, his eye closed. Only for them to shoot open with a low shriek, as he felt sharp teeth bite through his thigh. He let out one of the loudest qnd most uncomfortable moans yet, and he could hear the others slightly scold Killer in worry and annoyance. Horror was in a way too deep of an affection-drunk state to even be mad. His head was spinning, but not in an aching way. He was lightheaded, as if floating up to the highest clouds, being a nice contrast to his usual sharp headaches.

He felt comforting lips on top of his own, and he slightly moved his head back in an attempt to kiss Cross back. Somehow, he still managed to be a little feisty, and he bit Cross on the lip, making the other choke in confusion. He let go of his lip and licked it, and that's when Horror's mouth was covered by a different pair of lips. He could feel the lipstick stamp off on his own lips, and he relaxed into it, his stomach flipping. Dust was much more confident and didn't let Horror get away with any attempts of dominance. He let his closed eye roll back in enjoyment.

His thigh was still sore from the bite, but he was soothed by Killer's tongue. He was licking the small amount of blood off his body, almost acting like a cat as he apologized through affection. If they keep this up for any longer, Horror might as well pass out.

Just as the thoughts entered his mind, the three partners stopped. Cross was mumbling with Killer, and Dust gently pet his head, rubbing through his hair.

"I think we broke him.."

"Don't be ridiculous, nobody can get worse than you," Killer couldn't hold back a tease at Cross's concerned reaction, and for that, he received a painful pinch from Dust. "Ow?? Hehe."