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✭ pairing(s): mydeimos x afab! gn reader

✩ inspo: lots and lots on nine inch nails.

★ summary: mydei is able to make you confess one of your deepest fantasies after you torment him with a scandalous depiction of him.

✧ a/n: mydei got meee soooooo fuckeddddddd upppppppppppp. ENJOYY. this will probably be the only time i write him being (relatively) rough.

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn reader, afab reader, porn with plot, p in v, predator/prey, biting, manhandling, marking, overstimulation, mating press, pronebone, creampie, breeding kink, aftercare, PROOFREAD

✎ wc: 8.9k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Kremnoans were quite the popular choice for a strong, dominant male lead in explicit novels. Given today’s market, and the Okhemans views on Kremnoans, romance has become quite popular these days. Perhaps it was just the circle you had been in online, but it seemed that all the newest books released were of this genre.

One of these books wasn’t so subtle, depicting a certain someone as the male lead for a book that was just full of… interesting scenarios. You preferred not to oversaturate your shelves with romance books, but when you heard your lover was depicted in this book, you couldn’t help yourself. You bought one right away. The idea of him knowing what part of the populace fantasized about him made you laugh.

You were sprawled out on the couch, holding the book above you as you read. Mydei, which you had tortured thoroughly with retellings of what the mcs had gotten up to, was sitting across from you in a lounge chair, trying to enjoy the sun. He had his eyes closed, head craned back as the sun casted warm rays from the balcony onto his skin.

“You know, if they knew you enjoyed basking in the sun like a cat, perhaps this book never would have been written,” You chuckle, looking over at him.

All he does is furrow his brows and grunt, not offering you much else to respond to. You sigh and go back to the book, barely halfway into it. You suppose you should have expected just how raunchy it was going to be, but with a sex scene right out of the gate and a poorly disguised breeding kink paired with an author who seemed like they wanted to write omegaverse, but couldn’t quite get behind the idea, no one could fault you for being surprised. The writing was bad, horribly so, but amusing nonetheless.

On top of that, the author had Mydei horribly wrong. You guess you can’t blame them though, they never had the pleasure of having the man in their bed. They wrote him as more beast than man, all grunts and huffs and occasional obscenities. They got his stamina right, though. Unfortunately, with an immortal lover, especially one forged in war, he had what seemed to be an endless amount of stamina, compared to yours.

Oftentimes, you found yourself tapping out by the third round. He was not cruel, either. He didn’t like to toy with the idea of overstimulating you, because when your moans turned into cries, it always reached his heart specifically. He always pulls away, cuddles you a bit, then draws you a bath.

The Mydei – which they have called… ‘Frydei’– in this book, however, did not give the main character a chance to tap out. He barely gave her aftercare. He was more of a walking red flag than the content cat in front of you.

To be honest, you couldn't really picture what you were reading. It was… a lot. The story was barely coherent with its sex scenes, even worse with its plot. The most you could make out on this page–

“Oh. He just tore off her lingerie,” You chime, not allowing Mydei a moment's peace.

“That's just redundant.” He responds with a hint of annoyance, finally opening his eyes.

“Right? Who would do that? Aside from–” You snicker, “My– Sorry, Frydei, of course.”

“For the last time, that is not my name.” He growls, finally giving you a reaction as he scowls.

“You're right, it isn't,” You tease, “It's only the protagonist of this book, who is very clearly not you.”

“I am going to take that book away from you, I swear it.” He says with a huff.

“What? Like I'm a child? You won't.” You tease, a fading laugh in your voice.

“I will. You’re acting like one.”

“You can go anywhere else in this house, you know. You wouldn't have to listen to me read it, but here you are. You've stayed here for an hour.”

Mydei falls silent, then opens his mouth after a beat to retort, only to find no words. He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms, closing his eyes once more, the tips of his ears turning red.

“C'mon… have a little fun with me!” You sit up, looking towards Mydei, who seems to feel your stare, as his face begins to turn away. “It's not that bad if you laugh. Enjoy it!”

“Enjoy what? Those odd fantasies that people have of me? I am not that… brutish. Nor sex-crazed.” He says indignantly.

“Okay, I see your point. It is kinda weird when I think about it. But it's also kinda funny…”

“No, it is not.”

“Well, it's kind of no different than me telling you about my fantasies.”

“It is. That author is a stranger. You are my partner.”

“Okay, okay, you're right… but c'mon! Indulge me a little!”

“In… what, exactly? Do not tell me you dream of me doing those things to you.”

“I would never.”

Oh but you have. You so have. You do your best not to show it, but somehow your voice comes off as sarcastic rather than truthful. Which, in turn, leads Mydei to open his eyes once more and look at you, catching your gaze as your face blooms in all sorts of shades of red and pink.

Okay. You love Mydei, and you've really loved the sex with him. The lazy, indulgent sex, where he drags you along his cock, groaning your name while you draw out more moans from him. Even the rougher, more heated nights, when he has you pinned to the wall or bent over. You've always loved his desperation when it comes to you.

“You… are lying,” He gawks, brows furrowing as they always did while he tries to decipher your face. “Do not tell me you really want me to take you in those ways.”

You fluster, giving him a sheepish, awkward smile, before closing the book. No need for a bookmark, anyways. You bought this just to see how badly they butchered Mydei.

“No! Noooo… I really would never…” You brush off, tearing your gaze away from him. “It's not like I'd want you to chase me down like an animal and have your way with me or anything.”

It is like you'd like him to hunt you as his prey.

He calls your name. You fall still.

“Did you buy this book to read about your fantasies with me?” He stands from his chair, and you freak out internally.

“No... I bought it ‘cause it was funny,” At least that part was true.

“I don't believe you. You realize you can just talk to me–”

You clear your throat, then stand up quickly. It's clear this is starting to turn into a serious conversation, the way his words slow and his tone deepens. Just as you turn on your heels though, he grabs your wrist. He knows you all too well. His grip is something you can easily slip from, as to not hurt you.

“– As I was saying. You can just talk to me about any fanta–”

You clear your throat again.

“– sies or things you'd like to try. As long as it doesn't hurt–”

You clear your throat again, and pull your hand free of his grip. He doesn't chase after it, at least, not with his hands. You take one step, and he is behind you, crossing his arms and looking down at you. You really, really, don't want to look back.

“Will you let me finish? Or are you going to keep acting so childish?”

Yeesh. You'd rather not have to deal with a lecture, but now you're being scolded, too. He is right, however. You understand you're being childish. And while nothing has ever made you feel the need to be embarrassed around Mydei, there was a fantasy of yours that you were too ashamed to talk about. You don't know why, you were sure there were a million other things that were more debauched. And it wasn't like you thought he'd find it disgusting… you think. There was just an odd shame attached to the thought.

Taking notice of the way you relax, he steps back, giving you time to make a quick remark. When you don't, he continues,

“As long as it doesn't hurt you, I am willing to try,” He finally finishes, his own form relaxing. “You shouldn't have to read books about me in… those ways… just to live out a certain fantasy.”

“I swear that I did not get the book for that reason,” You defend yourself, still unable to meet his gaze as you turn around. “It has nothing to do with it... Okay, it sorta has something to do with it. But not in the way you think.”

“Care to tell me?” He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s really embarrassing…”

“Have I done something to make you feel that way about anything?” He takes a step closer to you, voice softening.

“... No…”

A silence falls between you two, as you shrink away from his gaze. He raises an eyebrow once more, and just as he decides to give it up–

“Please don’t make me explain predator and prey to you…”

He lets out a huff of laughter, uncrossing his arms. “That’s what you find embarrassing?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, placing a hand on your shoulder and staring down at you. “Why would I have any qualms with a desire like that?”

The way he looks down at you, piercing eyes heavy lidded, as he crowds you, sends a bolt straight to your core. It honestly catches you off guard. The corner of his lip twitches upwards, gracing you with a scorching smirk that makes your head spin.

For once, Mydei allows himself to indulge in your stupor. He reaches up and cups your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. That in of itself chases away all your words. You’re too stunned to speak, and find yourself chasing after his hand. He hums in response, his smirk blossoming into a smile. His hand falls from your cheek, down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, pressing the heel of his palm against the column of your neck. He doesn’t restrict your breathing, but the action causes you to whine. A sound that pleases Mydei even more.

You are, in essence, trapped. Even with the amount of space behind you, Mydei’s presence and the way he’s caging you in makes you feel trapped. A wonderful feeling that mingles with a hint of fear, which makes you feel lightheaded. Every single nerve of yours is alight with something close enough to adrenaline, your pulse jumping and skipping beneath his fingers.

“This…” He purrs, leaning closer, closer, even closer… “... is all it takes?”

With a proud smile, he lets go, leaving you momentarily dazed.

“In due time, my love,” He chuckles, clearly taking pleasure from leaving you on the edge. “I’d quite like to indulge in your fantasy. However, this room is not the place for such things. Let me find somewhere more fitting, then we can have our fun.”

You answer him with a feverish nod, watching as he takes his seat back down on the chair. You take notice of the way he readjusts his pants, but make no attempt to point it out. You look away sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands.

“At the very least, please throw away that book,” He breaks the silence, looking over at the book, still in your hands.

“No way! It’s gold, and also, that’s wasteful,” You huff, finally coming back to your senses.

“Please. I’ll get you something better. I’ll get you actual literature.”

“This is literature! It’s art, actually!”

. * 　　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Mydei had chosen the Strife Ruins of Castrum Kremnos for your little… escapade. With Nikador gone, the danger there was waning. Not only that, but the gods would not be looking down on such debauched acts, either. There had still been titankin roaming around the area, but he made quick work of them the day before, not wanting to exert himself too hard the day of, nor risk getting you into any danger.

You had never seen Castrum Kremnos, not even its ruins. What you didn’t expect was the way into your ‘hunting ground’ being a massive chain raised high above the ground. As such, you ended up clinging to Mydei’s bicep, shaking your head fervently.

“You’re more than fine with me hunting you down, but you’re afraid of heights?” He scoffs, looking down at you as you wrap your arms around his, pressing further into him.

“One is something very exciting–” You huff, turning your head up so you wouldn’t look down. “The other could very well lead to death. Scratch that– will. I’m not immortal, Mydei.”

He responds with a hmph, wrenching his arm from your grip, before leaning down and scooping you up into his arms. You are quick to curl up in them, hiding your face in his neck as he starts to walk. You do your best not to think about the drop beneath you. Mydei’s steps are steady at least, and even if he had teased you earlier, he held you close. Unfortunately, it did little to abate your fear of the drop. The chain does not creak beneath you, the only sound within the ruins is the wind– which only serves to remind you with the height–, and the lightning.

A minute feels like five, and by the time you two reach solid ground (that isn’t raised several thousand feet above ground, or at the very least, has proper supports beneath it), your knees are weak. When you look behind you, a staircase leads down to the swaying chains that you were just on. The room was quite nice, more well kept than the rest of the ruins you’ve seen.

“This is where you’ll start,” Mydei places his hand on your head while you catch your breath, trying to still the shaking in your legs. He runs his fingers through your hair, either to calm you or–

You whine. You didn’t mean to, but it escapes your lips nonetheless. Not because of the fading fear, no, the way that Mydei’s hand pets you feel oddly… small…? Well, yes, you were, compared to him. But you feel smaller. Like you could be easily overpowered by him. Which, he also could. He was toying with you. Waiting for you to calm down so you could run. He stared down at you with a beastly glint in his eye, as he shifted on his feet impatiently.

He preens at this noise that escapes you, but doesn’t do much else. He waits for you to make your decision, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers along his muscles. He was too calm. You stare for a second longer, and notice how his breath shook, and chest expanded with each breath of air. He was eager.

You won’t deny him any longer. Despite your shaky legs, and the rapid thumping of your heart, you start. As the mechanism for the door spins and unlocks, you look back at Mydei. He smiles. You run.

A heat that is almost foreign to you wracks your body. It clings to the muscle beneath your skin, a mix of adrenaline and something more; arousal. You can already feel the heat gathered between your legs, and you haven’t even started the proper chase yet.

The first room you end up in is a total nothing-burger, empty, with no place to hide. You turn to the hallway at the left, met with a staircase that leads to a bigger room. The ruins opened up above you, the dull light of the evernight shining down on you. A chill washes over you, before you continue up the staircase. It’s messy– of course it is, these ruins have been untended for far too long. Next to you lay a pile of rubble that descended from the floor above you, knocked over crates littering the corners with mechanisms. In front of you is a statue of what you assume to be Nikador.

When you step forward and look down the floor beneath you almost seems pristine, save for one or two stone pillars that were shattered. You step away, not wanting to accidentally slip and fall. Opposite of the rubble beside you, there is a door that is just a couple steps away. But, to you, that feels too easy. With a huff, you scramble onto the pile of stone, hopping over to the other side. Taking a couple more steps, you look down a rather tall hallway, which led to… nothing it seemed. Next to you, however, were two stairways. You choose the right stairway instead, the one with a narrow passage through the rubble seeming more promising, as you believed it led up higher.

As you ascend, you realize how quiet it is. You are alone. Possibly. Perhaps Mydei had chosen to forego the head start he told you he’d give you. After all, why should a predator be fair to his prey? That thought alone tears a low ‘haah’ from your throat, making the seat of your underwear wet. You pick up your pace, climbing up to the stairs faster.

You scramble once you reach the top, looking for some place to hide. Your earlier thought does little to quell the sudden fear of being watched. Even with the empty ruins, and the titankin dead, there is a lingering feeling, something in the back of your mind tells you that this silence is unnatural. Could Nikador possibly still be here? Or was it Mydei? You didn’t know, but the idea made your skin prickle. You end up hiding behind a pillar and some rubble, peering over the rock, watching the door you came from diligently.

You were right. Mydei emerged from the entrance shortly after you took up your position. His footsteps echo throughout the ruins, accompanied by the faint chimes of his jewelry. He was naked. You bite back a shudder as you ogle him from so far away, sinking further down as you do your best to stay calm. Even with how far he is from you, you can still see the vague ridges and lines of his body, accentuated by the evernight. He had left his necklace and armband on, yet had shed the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but wonder why, perhaps he was too impatient? You couldn’t fault him for that, considering how quickly you started to run.

You don’t get to think about it any longer. He begins to look around, and you duck completely behind the pillar and rubble to conceal yourself, curling up against it. You place a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, just in case you were to shudder or whine. You can hear his footsteps, bare against the tile. By the sound of it, it seems he chooses not to take the route you did, as you hear his steps get fainter, quieter. You peek out just a little, to see where he’s going. He doesn’t go through the door, instead walking through a small path of rubble, towards a different door, almost parallel to the other one. He pauses for a moment, his movements quickly slow, and you duck back away.

It’s so quiet. You tremble a little, closing your eyes. You can hear his breath echo in the space, which soon turns into a grunt of irritation, or anticipation. It’s hard to tell. Then, he continues walking. You push yourself further against the rubble, as if there was a chance he truly could find you there. He keeps walking, walking, walking… you can hear him beneath you as he went further into the ruins, and it terrifies you. Your breath hitches and you press your legs together, either to keep trying to make yourself invisible or ward off the heat between your legs.

His footsteps continue beneath you. However, they start to fade once more, slowly, slowly, before disappearing all-together. You wait for another minute, curled up tight, until you are sure he’s really gone. Not a single sound rings out in the ruins as you do.

Slowly, you stretch out your legs, peeking out from behind the pillar and looking around. No sign of him below. You look across from you to the other floor and see nothing. Slowly, you stand up. Your legs shake, either from how hard you had just scared yourself, or adrenaline. Most likely both. With one more sweep across what you could see, you confirm he has left the room. Carefully, you make your way to the stairs, doing your best to stay silent. Your own footsteps echo all around you, even as you try to tip-toe your way down. You keep your hand latched over your mouth to muffle the sounds of your breathing.

You trace back what path you assumed he had taken, following the side of the stairs and rounding a corner. There had been a doorway just underneath the platform you were hiding on, which you hadn’t noticed. You step closer, heart beating faster. He must’ve taken this way down. Slowly, you lean forward, swaying gently, trying to see if he was simply hiding behind a corner.

Above you, you hear a ‘hmph’. Fear shoots up your spine and wracks your nerves, as you jerk your head up.

Mydei stands proud, staring down at you with a smirk. His arms crossed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something. Your stomach flip-flops as you stare up for another moment, before you finally choose to run. The minute you so much as flinch, you hear him turn around towards the stairway and run. This makes you yelp, his footsteps much heavier and faster. Fast. Titans, he’s fast. Faster than you.

Your legs burn as you muster all your strength to run. You make a dash for the door you saw earlier, and it opens just barely, causing you to hit your shoulder on the way out. You wince and cry out, but you don’t stop. You can hear his footsteps falter behind you at this, but soon pick up all too quickly.

Looking to your left, there is a rather large door that seems all too heavy to open, especially with this man so close behind. As you make your decision to run to the right, he lunges for you. As his arms reach out to catch you, you duck, and push with all your might, scrambling, but ultimately dodging him. It burns. You let out a sharp breath, barely pushing yourself up the stairs. You can hear him grunt behind you, clearly dissatisfied. You stumble for a second, the heat in your core throwing you off as you hear his borderline beastly breathing, but you don’t dwell on it, scrambling left and running up another set of stairs, and another. Unfamiliar with your surroundings, you have unintentionally cornered yourself. Only Mydeimos knows this. He is quite pleased with the route you’ve taken. You keep running further and further, the light from the moonlight above getting dimmer and dimmer as your legs begin to shake more and more, there's no chance anymore if he gets close again. You can only hear the sound of your own heartbeat and breathing as you step closer to whatever fate you've paved for yourself. And now, you realize you can no longer even hear him, not his footsteps, his breathing, not a single thing. The way you run so frantically only makes him harder, the head of his cock flushed a deep red, a pearl of precum forming, then clinging to his skin and dribbling down his shaft. He knows this hunt will be over soon enough. His breathing only gets heavier, a slight rasp in the back of his throat as he watches you. It has been far too long since he’s been this excited, desperate even.

With your heart pounding loudly in your ears, the only sound that rivals it now is your harsh breathing. You didn’t take notice of the way Mydei had slowed to a walk behind you and kept running. There was no time to think about the circular platform with the most redundant stairs you’ve seen, ones that circle around the platform and down, instead of leading straight down into the floor beneath it. You almost throw yourself off of the platform. You quickly duck, feeling as if Mydei would catch you, pushing yourself to the set of stairs. Taking two steps at a time, your mind finally catches up to where you are.

In front of you, a bridge to what is most likely the arena spans before you. The air is only slightly warm, as the air blows past, the heat rising from the magma beneath you, also flowing through the Kremnoan crest at the head of the stands. There’s not much more to think about, only one word following up as you begin to move. Run. You must run.

You continue on, despite the pain blossoming beneath your arm, the searing warmth tearing at your muscles, or even the way each breath feels as if you are drawing in ash into your lungs. You find yourself in the middle of the grand arena, the flames in the braziers still burning bright, the stands towering up behind them. You take another left, towards another heavy looking door. It doesn’t matter to you at this point, your body and mind both tell you to get away.

You scramble over the rock and rubble, pushing into the door to open it. The door clatters, but doesn’t budge. You push again and all it results in is a clank of the door hitting what you assume is rubble behind it. You whine as you try one more time, to no avail.

Behind you, a deep laugh rings out. You spin around quickly, met with your one and only. The faint light of the evernight, paired with the glow of the magma and fire casts a near ethereal glow on his figure. He opens his arm, a devilish smile gracing his lips as he walks towards you, his hair swaying with the wind, normally so kept, now disheveled, messy. The fear goes straight to your core, as you let out a wanton whimper and push against the door with desperation, even if you understood it wouldn’t open.

Mydei closes in, slowly. You take notice of the way his tattoos glow, something that makes you press your legs together. Closer, closer, closer he comes, and you find yourself frozen. All that running took so much out of you. You press against the door and crumple, a pitiful whimper escaping you and carrying across the wind. You watch as his cock twitches, each step closer making him seem more feral. He loved seeing you this way, loved the way you trembled, and most of all, adored the little whine that escaped your lips.

No longer able to take the suspense he was creating, he rushes up to you. You’re not even capable of registering what’s going on, before he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp as he begins to haul you back to the center of the arena, but you’re so tired that you can’t even feign an attempt at escape. The most you can do is mewl.

You give up, pliant in his arms. Eventually, he sets you down in the middle of the arena. The ground is cold, despite the lava flowing beneath the platform. He hovers over you for just a moment as if taking in his catch. Then, he hooks his thighs under your knees, locking your legs against his, propping himself up with his hands by your shoulders. He’s warm. So warm. It’s nice, if not dizzying.

He wastes no time, tugging the hem of your shirt up impatiently. He only seems to get warmer as your shirt is thrown off, discarded somewhere amidst the decorated arena. Just as eagerly, he pulls at your pants. Given the position, it’s a bit awkward, yet he struggles to pull back enough to pull them off. You do your best to wiggle your pants and underwear off as he pulls away, the minute the cloth drops, he’s back between your legs.

His cock slots between your pussy lips, causing you to let out a wanton moan. You are already so wet that it’s pathetic, it makes it easier for him to slowly drag his cock against your folds. He shudders above you, eyebrows knit together as his moan turns into a growl. His precum smears against your pussy, tip notching on your clit.

Leaning down, his lip meets yours, giving you no movement to protest as he cages you in with his body, and his lips. His tongue pushes past your lips when you moan, licking into your mouth lewdly. Your tongue presses against his, but doesn’t fight it, allowing him to have his way. He takes and takes, until you are a second short of gasping for air. He pulls back with a pant, a string of spittle keeping the two of you connected for just a moment, before it breaks, dribbling down your chin. You shouldn’t waste this, he decides, so he leans down and licks up from your chin, to your lips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips.

You mewl and write beneath him, but in truth, his kiss warms you. You find yourself seeking out his warmth. He rewards you with grinding his cock against your pussy once more, making you moan into his ear. He can’t stand it anymore. His prey is so pretty beneath him, pathetic and tuckered out and in desperate need of satiation. He is hungry.

He pulls away further from you, causing you to whine in turn. He pulls his hips back as well, but doesn’t leave you yet. Instead, he pushes the tip of his cock into your heat. Your whine turns into a hot moan, head falling back against the stone floor.

Mydei’s big. A man of his stature is bound to be packing. You’ve gotten used to it, over time. Still, it’s a stretch. He pushes another inch in you and you arch your back, reaching up, your hands find purchase in his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin, causing him to grunt and begin to rut into you, bullying his cock further into you. Pinned beneath him, his strong legs and arms caging you in, all you can find the strength to do is moan.

He leans back down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your cunt clamps around his cock and he groans, but does not let go of your flesh. It burns. It's a sharp pain that settles beneath your muscle and makes you feel dizzy. You lean your head against his and moan directly into his ear, toes curling and nails pushing even deeper into his skin as he finally hilts himself inside you.

He stops there for a moment, breathing– panting, chest heaving like just the act of shoving his cock into your cunt took so much out of him. His tattoos cast a warm, faint glow onto your body. You take it in, a rich, almost obscene beauty. He wasn’t exhausted, far from it. So perhaps he, too, had stopped to appreciate the view…?

Just as you look up to gauge his reaction, you feel a sudden burst of energy. As he pulls away from the bite, that little voice in the back of your head starts telling you to run once more, and adrenaline shoots through your veins. You writhe underneath him, hand pushing at his shoulders frantically. He growls, and instead, you start to push at his face. When his teeth part from your skin, you feel a brief moment of freedom. With a gasp of exhilaration, you feel his legs let up. You push away, pulling your knees into your chest and pushing at his side with the ball of your heel.

Mydei has had enough. With a growl, he grabs your thighs, now resting on his knees. He pushes them up, practically bending you in half. You whimper as his hands trail up to your knee, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. With this, his cock drives deeper into you, stealing your breath away, causing you to gasp and finally, yield beneath him.

It seems he’s feeling merciful– or perhaps the opposite, you can’t tell which–, because he stops. Completely. He stares down at you, his golden gaze only serving to stoke the flame that began beneath your stomach. You meet his gaze, and feel smaller. You shrink away (or, as much as you can in that position), before looking anywhere but his face. Your eyes land on the sight between your legs, his cock buried within your pussy, an image of sweet– if not lewd– joining. The way his hips were pressed up against yours, the glow of his tattoos, and the fact that you could just barely see the base of his cock from between your legs.

Your body reacts before you can, heat clutching him, as if trying to suck him in impossibly further. You want to call his name, but all that escapes your lips is a breathy, low moan. Mydei pulls back teasingly slow, as if he was enjoying the feel of your walls, every groove and contour. This movement alone already had you panting, though, that could also be chalked up to your earlier struggle. Regardless, just before he pulls the tip out, his hips cant forward, as slowly as before.

You don’t get to complain, the man finally leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. Then, he begins to thrust, forcing you to open your mouth to moan. He takes what he wants then, lapping into your mouth fervently, drinking down every single one of your moans, gasps, and whines. He does this until you are one second short of breath, before finally tearing away. You both pant, breath mingling as he continues to fuck into you.

You close your eyes and use the back of your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your little breathy moans. You don’t get to for long though, because the minute he hears anything less than the desperate way you were moaning earlier, he reaches down and pulls your hand away by the wrist. When you try to cover your mouth with the other hand, he grunts, brings your legs up to his shoulders, grabs both wrists, and pins them down to the ground above you.

Your hands clench as you try to wrench them free, but his grip only tightens. You whine and huff, as his pace starts to pick up, pounding into you with much more force, as if he were just opening you up earlier. It’s hot. You feel so hot, dizzy, and wonderful. Each thrust pushes you further and further away from lucidity. You give up on trying to pull your hands free, instead, you keen as the tip of his cock bullies your g-spot, over and over again.

Perhaps it is the position, or your previous exertion, your body is so tired yet so pliant, but you feel the flame beneath your stomach burn incessantly warmer. Your breathing comes out much more ragged as you pant, biting your lip and trying so desperately to will your orgasm away. Mydei doesn’t let you, of course. So well attuned to your body, he understood that the moment your pussy had squeezed him so tightly, as if to keep him there, that you were so damn close. At this, he drives into you just a tad bit faster, which, in turn, makes it achingly hard to hold back. You roll your head back once more, eyes shut tight as your toes curl and you arch your back. His hands find yours just at your peak, the tight little knot finally snapping as euphoria washes over you.

Your thighs twitch and tense, stomach fluttering with your breathing as you let yourself go around Mydei’s cock. Your head feels hazy, a tingling sensation wracks your body. You don’t get time to relish in the feeling, the constant rutting of Mydei’s dick against your core quickly brings you back down, causing you to wriggle underneath him once more. He squeezes your wrists, and you fall still, but that doesn’t stop the way your own hips start to grind. The movement isn’t necessarily the greatest given the way he was holding you. But, it makes him groan above you all the same.

He doesn’t let up. His thrusts only get more forceful, his breathing heavy and labored. His fingers flex, nails digging into your knuckles. You squeeze back out of instinct, something to help ground you– which, in this case, it did fuck all, considering he was doing his absolute best to fuck you dumb; and, it was working.

Despite his increased fervor and desperate pace, he still seemed to enjoy taking his sweet time torturing you. He leans down once more, hot breath fanning over your skin. You feel goosebumps prickle up at the contact, before his tongue laps over his previous mark. A strained ‘haah..’ leaves your mouth, earning you what you assumed to be a chuckle in return.

Your head swims as he continues his feverish pace, and it is not long before he manages to pull another orgasm from you. Your heat clutches around him as you keen, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he continues to rut into you through your orgasm. The hazy, heavenly feeling that washed over you was given an edge, a strong hand bringing you straight back down from the clouds of euphoria. Every thrust doesn’t hurt, at least, not yet, but your legs and bottom start to feel numb.

Mydei knew he had tired you out, long before he had even caught you. Even with that measly burst of energy you had shown him earlier, he understood that you had expended most, if not, all of your energy. Given the fact that you were already two orgasms in as well, you must be overstimulated.

With great effort (and restraint), Mydei pulls out. You only register this when he lets go of your hands, but before you can mewl or whimper, he grabs your hips, flipping you over. Taken by surprise, you land on your forearms and knees rather harshly. You don’t get a chance to protest– not that you could, words had left you long ago–, before he pushes his cock back inside your cunt. It makes you gasp, inadvertently pushing back and grinding against him. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, nails leaving little crescent-shaped dimples in the skin. His other arm props himself up by your head.

He holds still for a moment, savoring the way you still clamp around him, even with how exhausted you are. Overstimulated and still wanting… oh how lovely you were for him. He rewards you with a low moan, the effect that you have on him makes his own head swim. If this were any other circumstance, he’d believe he was pathetic for how quickly he wanted to come in this position.

Doing his best to gather himself, he starts to thrust again, his breathy groans turning into grunts as he starts to chase his own high. He leans back down, his body shadowing over you, reminding you of just how weak you are. You tremble as he leans his head down, suppressing a whine as he begins to lick at the skin on the back of your neck. You, unable to hold back the sound bubbling in your throat, let out a strangled moan. The warmth of his tongue and the agonizing closeness of his teeth paired with the growing numbness crawling up through your legs makes you want to break.

Mydei does before you, teeth sinking into your neck as his breathing becomes rapid. The warmth that floods your cunt feels almost unbearable in a sinful way. You want to push up against him and milk him for what he’s worth, at the same time you just want to collapse and let him have his way. You are so exhausted, yet so insatiable. You got what you wanted, right? You were chased, caught, fucked, and filled. And you’ve never felt better. Your thoughts are barely coherent, the most lucid string of words you can form in your head is that you're good. Once he’s spent, his mouth leaves your skin. But he doesn’t stop entirely.

His thrusts start to become more sloppy, hand falling from your hip to join his other one up by your head. You kept your ass up and pressed against him obediently, even as your thighs shook. You felt caged. Trapped. You were trapped. You were his prey and you were properly caught. His strong arms above you, his body above you. It made you impossibly hot, causing you to squeeze his cock. Above you, he groans, before his hips stop.

You don't ask why, prey shouldn't ask why.You don’t need to, either. Predators shouldn't toy with their prey. His hips are flush against your ass, chest heaving, jewelry dangling just within hands reach. But he isn't done, no, Mydeimos is never done. He hasn't had his fill.

His hot breath ghosts across the back of your neck. You bite your lip, a new wave of fear and danger washing over you. Every nerve screams at you to pull away, run, but you don't. You're good. You're good prey. After all, you've been caught.

His teeth meet your flesh once more, this time sinking deeper, making sure that mark on the back of your neck stays fresh. It feels as if the skin is about to break, his breath and saliva seeping onto your heated flesh. You shiver, and whine, pressing your ass further against him. He doesn't move. He stays there for a while, staking his claim. Your stomach flutters with every harsh breath you take, cunt clamping around him in turn.

You whine again, fingers digging into the cold ground beneath you. Only then does he pull away. You feel your skin stick to his teeth for a moment, little lines of spittle connecting his teeth to your warm flesh as he pulls away. The air quickly cools his saliva over, causing another shiver to wrack your body.

There is no time to think about this bite, he allows you no time. With sharp, harsh, half-thrusts, he begins fucking back into you. He barely pulls his cock out a centimeter and he's rutting back into you, every pass earning a grunt from him. You can see the veins in his arms tense with every thrust, his fingers flexing with every moan. The sound of his necklace jangling with every push.

Within the empty ruins, the obscene harmony of skin against skin echoes through the bones of what once was. Each thrust has you retreating into your hands, pushing your face further into the ground. Mydei does not help keep you up this time. When your legs give out, thighs painted with dried arousal and cum, his previous release dripping slowly from your folds, to your clit, onto the stone floor, he only fucks back into you.

Body pressed flat against the floor, he adjusts himself so he's holding himself up by his forearms, strong arms blocking out the little light that remained in the ruins. His chest now pressed flush against your back, you can feel every ridge, every muscle, and how they tense and twitch as he continues to drive into you. His grunts turn into half-moans, and he finally, finally looks down at you.

His mouth is agape, drool lining the bottom of his lip, like he was just as hungry as you were. His eyebrows knit together, eyes holding a ferocity you have not even seen in battle. It makes you whimper. He smiles. It is a predatory grin, one that shows off his teeth, a clear sign of intimation. It works. You shrink further into the safety of your hands (and his arms), panting heavily, looking up at him and batting your teary lashes, as if to beg him for mercy.

The mercy you get is not from him. Your body, under the pressure it's been subjected to, refuses to give you warning signs anymore. Your toes curl and your belly tenses as you arch your back, coming weakly on his cock. You whine and mewl, closing your eyes and craning your neck. The sight of your throat beared to Mydei is pure torture for him. From this angle, he cannot reach it. It causes him to jerk his hips, pushing impossibly further into you.

You pant heavily, laying your head on your arms. You whine pathetically and shudder under his gaze. Unfortunately, this Mydeimos isn't feeling as tender as he normally would. He hasn't had his fill. And you, you are so good, you will allow him to take what he wants. Until he was sated.

With a particularly hard thrust, Mydei jostles your body, causing you to pull away from your hands. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as he drives into you. You can’t help the pathetic little moans that fall from your lips, accompanied by the desperate groans that come from Mydei’s throat as he chases his high once more.

He, too, seems to have lost all coherent thought. His barely restrained hesitance from earlier washes away, replaced by an almost reckless need to finish. It’s almost primal, and if he were in his right mind, he’d be embarrassed with how easily he fell into that ‘predator’ mindset. But, he isn’t, and as of now, he holds no shame as he ruts into you like an animal, head heavy as he soaks in all the little pathetic noises you make underneath him. The way your cunt clamps around him, overstimulated but oh so desperate, it’s enough to make him cum embarrassingly early. A lucid part of his mind wants so badly to lean in and kiss you and lick into your mouth and take all he wants as he crests, but instead, he pushes himself back up, once more caging you in with your arms, but leaving you with space between your bodies.

You whimper, already missing that closeness– so close, so goddamn close, his entire weight keeping you down–, but his mind barely registers this. His ears fill with static (or perhaps, he is willingly ignoring all your little pleas), and he finds coherency and perhaps even humanity slipping away from him. All that remains in his mind is the need to orgasm. He looks down, and– ah, the sight of the mark that brandishes your skin, where he sank his teeth, goes straight to his balls. His thrusts stumble once more, the most pathetic sound you have ever heard from him spilling from his lips. It means you’re his, all his, only his. His, his, his. Perhaps he, too, would like you to mark him in the same way.

A thought that is quickly chased away. He hasn’t even noticed that he’s managed to pull a fourth orgasm from you by now. No, he is close. So goddamn close. Every thrust of his is like sparks, filling you with a sharp, but heady pleasure, bordering on pain. You feel your mind blank as he pushes his hips flush against your ass, a strangled grunt filling the air. Barely moments later you feel warmth flood your pussy once more. You can feel his thighs tremble slightly as he cums, hips jerking weakly with every wave.

Once Mydei was finished, he practically collapses on top of you. His warmth was missed. His chest heaves as his arms wrap around you, scaring away the chill of the stone floor seeping into your skin. He nuzzles into your neck, lapping at the skin as… an apology, maybe? You can’t quite tell, your own mind is a jumbled mess.

He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls making your own thighs shake for a second, mewling softly. You can feel his release ooze out of you a moment later, a strange sense of fulfillment and contentment washing over you as you find yourself basking in the aftermath. Both of you sated and tired, now absorbing the deafening silence of the ruins.

Mydei only pulls you closer, huffing against your skin. He doesn’t pull back for a long time. His weight grounds you, allowing you to collect yourself, even in your debauched state. Even as his breathing evens out, he doesn’t pull away, eyes closing as his hands smooth down your arms, and you can feel a smile grace his lips. Only then does he pull away, looking down at you with a soft smile and blush; a rare sight that causes warmth to bloom in your chest.

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The water in the baths is quite soothing for your muscles, now aching and protesting against the… ‘physical activity’ you two had gotten up to just barely an hour before. Mydei sat next to you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. He leans back, staring down at you as you soak, eyes closed. His gaze breaks from the back of your head every now and then, trailing down to the mark he had left you. He does his best not to reach out and trace it, worrying that it might be tender. You moved so stiffly when you two came back, and now he can’t help but feel a bit of remorse. But you were quite happy.

“Hmm,” He hums above you, instead choosing to place his hand on your shoulder and squeeze lightly.

You open your eyes and look up at him, leaning further into his touch. His eyes meet yours, incredibly soft. Despite the man that took you so thoroughly earlier, his kindness does not escape you. You’ve always quite enjoyed this side of him, even if he was still stubborn. Reaching up, you cup his cheek, and he leans down obediently. Your lips meet his, the kiss is sickeningly sweet and tender. His lips are still slightly chapped, yet oh so warm. This warmth travels through you once more, making you feel dizzy. You can only pull back with a giggle, but he follows your lips to steal one more fleeting kiss.

Satisfied that he’s stolen a couple kisses and reassured himself that you were okay, the stands up from the bath with a grunt. You watch him walk away, making his way to the kitchen. But, he stops just before he disappears from your view, before he sighs heavily.

“I thought I asked you to throw this away,” He crosses his arms and comes back into view, holding up a book. That book.

“Awh, c’mon, I told you it’s art,” You shrug, trying to brush it off. Like hell you were going to throw it away.

“It is not. It’s abhorrent, really. I’m going to throw it away for you.” With that, he turned on his heels. You fluster, before pushing yourself up and out of the bath and scrambling towards him, not caring about the wet trail you leave.

You wrap your arms around his back, understanding you won’t be able to pry the book from his hands, but you could at least slow him down.

“Enough. You really shouldn’t be attached to this book. I’m right here.” He grunts, but makes no effort to shrug you off.

“You are. But the book is kinda good now that I think about it,” It really, really isn’t. But, to you, it was still funny. “You and the male lead have so much in common–”

“– No. We do not.” He growls, looking back at you.

“Well when I think about what we did…”

“That’s because you asked for it. I was simply indulging in your desires.”

“But… you were rough–”

“– Were. I am not rough normally, you know this,” He finally pushes you off.

“Okay, you’re right,” You sigh dramatically and step back, crossing your arms like a petulant child. “When it comes down to it though, you were kinda like how you were in the book.”

“It is not me in this book.”

“Right. What I mean is you were kinda like Frydei–”

“I am not. You told me what you wanted and I followed through, did I not?”

You deflate a little, finally accepting the book's fate. It was only a matter of time, truly. Plus, it's not like you couldn’t just read it online. Not that you were reading it for fun. To have the book physically, though… Well, it made you happy. Not because of the contents, but the fact that it made Mydei squirm made you laugh. You loved him, yes, but sometimes it was entertaining.

Now, however, he stands before you, grabbing the book by both sides. You cringe as he rips the book in half. No book– even one as awful as that– should suffer such a fate.

“Now,” He huffs, making his way out of the bedroom. “I’m going to buy you something actually worth reading.”

“Ah! But–” You finally snap out of your daze, following after him.

“Not ‘but’s. Seems I need to show you what true literature is. Or, as you called it, art.”

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✭ pairing(s): boothil x reader x gallagher

✩ inspo: Disease by Lady Gaga

★ in which: you and boothill find quite the catch while on a 'vacation' in penacony.

✧ a/n: ive been cooking this up for a while but i FINALLY got the motivation to finish it. oh. boy. do i need these two in such a carnal way UGHHH. BIBLICAL EVEN! i admit... these two are the only reason ive been writing for hsr lately :,) happy valentines day i guess. nothing more romantic then cucking

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn reader, afab reader (no use of breasts), threesome, established relationship (boothill/reader), boothill doesnt have a cock, biting, fingering, p in v, creampie, cuck boothill, cum eating, porn no plot (sorta), not proofread

✎ wc: 4.3k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

You and Boothill had the same taste in people, and it was one of the things that had brought you together. Obviously, you loved the cowboy, all rough ‘n’ tough, yet still so soft for you and only you. And he loved you equally, if not more. That was uncontested. But you both could appreciate others, as well. Especially older men, (un)fortunately. You two can’t help it. A good silver fox can’t help getting a hold of your hearts. But even moreso, you two could appreciate a man who was just a little bit of a mess, a man who needed maybe just a little work.

Lucky for you two, you had been blessed. When Boothill announced he’d be going to Penacony (“Not for pleasure, ‘kay sugar? Only business.” Is what he said. What a lie.), you practically jumped at the idea. You wanted to get out of the house, personally, and also wanted a little taste of his life. Downtime with him was rare, so why not just… join him? And he obliged oh so easily to his darling lover. You didn’t even have to pull out the puppy eyes to get him to crack. So it was a win on your part, you got to enjoy a nice little expensive vacation with your boyfriend, and he got to have you along for the ride.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. One night you had finally convinced Boothill to get a drink with you, finding a nice little bar at the top floor of the Dreamscape Reverie. It felt classy enough, yet it wasn’t too expensive. A welcoming atmosphere, aside from the few oddities here and there. Not that you cared. You were getting a nice little date in one of the most sought after places with your partner. What more could you want?

That’s when God’s perfect man walks in. Or out. You don’t remember. Fluffy and messy brown hair, eyebags that put yours to shame, messy shirt and tie, body hair peeking out between the gap in his shirt, while the button holds on for dear life, and just enough chub to make you straighten up. Both you and Boothill’s jaws drop at the sight. A slew of naughty things invade your mind, and it's as if you and Boothill are suddenly telepathic. You can tell what he’s thinking by the gleam in his eye, and he can tell by the way you clear your throat and pretend like everything’s normal.

Now, you two don’t talk much about every handsome stranger you’d see. But something about the way the man carried himself, so nonchalant, yet so passionate when he was mixing drinks, it had both of you chatting about him for days. Seeing a man so fine has even stopped Boothill’s thought processes, throwing away whatever he was doing to chase down this handsome man. It leads to you two taking a seat at the Holstery every night, theorizing about him and every other aspect. If he was a whiskey or a bourbon man, if he was as skilled in other things other than mixology, and much more.

Boothill was bold enough to talk to him a couple of times, taking it in his hands to flirt juuust a little, to get the hint across. You, on the other hand, chose to stay quiet, afraid that the shamelessness of your thoughts would manifest in words. You weren’t about to pounce. While it was true you only had a couple more days, you were too scared to approach. Boothill was more than happy to shoot his shot for the both of you.

As of now, you had two days left in Penacony, before Boothill had to catch his bounty and turn them in. Obviously, he was putting it off. This old man has caught his eye and he’d be damned if he would give up. You two had taken a seat at a table, chatting away as you enjoyed the last couple of sips of your SoulGlad, before Boothill took the bottle from you.

“C’mon, ain’t no lover of mine gonna drink this weak kinda stuff,” He huffs, swatting your hand away as you reach for the bottle. “Gotta have more refined tastes. Like–”

“You know I don’t like that stuff. Now gimme my drink back!” You huff and reach for it again, only for your hand to be swatted away once more. He tuts and leans back, rolling his eyes dramatically. “What? You gonna drink it?”

“Heck no! Just don’t want you gettin’ too into this stuff before we leave. Cause then you’ll be beggin’ me to take you back and get you some…”

He continues to prattle on, pulling the bottle away everytime you reach for it. This back and forth continues on for a little bit, Boothill doing his best to get you to finally try Malt Juice, or to admit you at least liked it. Of course, you could get up and just buy yourself another bottle. But there was no guarantee that Boothill wouldn’t take that one. Still, if he was going to be so annoying about a drink, you wouldn’t mind wasting a few more credits until he gave up.

Just as you are about to stand up, an arm stretches past your peripheral. You are ashamed to admit you know who’s arm it is.

“Hey now, if you’re not gonna give them their drink, figured they’d get one from me, on the house,” His rugged voice makes you squirm a little, something you aren’t exactly proud of. Or that you did well to hide. His eyes track your movement with a knowing grin. “Gotta treat your partner right.”

Boothill seems equally stunned (and possibly turned on?) as you are. As the man takes a seat, Boothill recovers quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, if I knew you’d be joinin’ us, I would’ve stolen their drink much sooner.”

“Heh. Coulda just asked, too,” The man shoots back, as you take a drink from your bottle. His eyes linger on you for a moment too long, only pulling away when you meet his gaze. “But I don’t think I’ve heard your names, yet. Gotta know my new favorite regulars.”

Boothill is quick to introduce the two of you, making conversation as the night continues. Somehow he’s able to hold onto your older bottle of SoulGlad throughout the entirety of it, while you sip on the one you got for free. It’s nice to finally have a name to the face; Gallagher. And goodness, he’s a lot more chatty than you thought. At some point, his lingering looks turn into hesitant touches. Tapping at Boothill’s hands, or nudging you to add your wisdom to the conversation.

You lose track of time, the other patrons slowly leaving until it was just you three. In that time, casual conversation turned into not-so-subtle innuendos, and eventually, Boothill is comfortable enough to shoot his shot.

“Well, Gallagher, me and my partner don’t have much time left here,” Boothill looks over at the man with hooded eyes and a smirk, “And we’d like… we’re lookin’ for some fun before we leave. If you catch my drift.”

Gallagher looks over at you, at Boothill’s words, and all you do is shoot him a wink and a smile, and he straightens at this, adjusting his tie.

“Alright, just let me help my friend close up the bar, and I guess we’ll be on our way,” He says with a smile, before pushing himself up and out of his seat and walking back off to the bar where a Halovian girl was cleaning glasses.

Boothill looks back at you with that same smirk, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm. “Well now, that was easy enough. Got a plan for tonight, sweetheart?”

“Hm, not really. Didn’t expect us to get this far, to be honest,” You shrug, watching Gallagher for a moment before turning your attention to Boothill. “Guess we’ll just see where it goes.”

“It’s all up to you. And him, I suppose. I’m happy doin’ whatever,” He shrugs, eyes lingering on your form. “But if you don’t want to do anythin’– I shoulda asked beforehand–”

“– I do want this, I mean–” You gesture towards Gallagher, who, even if he was doing the most banal closing tasks, was still hot. “– Look at him. I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that.”

“Alright, alright. But if you get uncomfortable at any point, you tell me, and we’ll stop it. My fault for askin’ him first before askin’ you,”

“Boots, you can practically read my mind. If you didn’t do it, I would’ve,”

Boothill chuckles, turning his head back to the bar. Now, Gallagher was chatting away with the other bartender, putting away cups and cleaning down the counters. After a moment, he catches both of you staring, and shoots the two of you a sly grin, before going back to his work. You cross your legs for no reason in particular, turning your gaze towards Boothill once more, blushing. He stared for a while longer, a cocky grin plastered to his face as he watched Gallagher move around the bar, before sighing and pushing himself up from his chair.

“C’mon, let’s wait for him by the doors,” He gestures towards the entrance as you hesitantly get up, “Don’t know if I can wait much longer…”

All you feel you can do is nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze. You felt the need to ground yourself, considering the heat that rose in your core. Boothill could easily rile you up, but having a man that was practically a stranger had the same effect on you, even if he was quite handsome, made you feel uneasy. In a horribly good way. It made your stomach flip-flop with anticipation.

“Awh, you that excited, darlin’?” He coos, his other hand reaching up and cupping your face. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, as he bites his own. “Bet we’ll make you feel real good– I know we will.”

A sinful shiver runs down your spine, before you’re able to retort and allow yourself some leeway before you inevitably melt, Gallagher joins you two at the door. Any hopes of being somewhat coherent and not seeming like a nymphomaniac were dashed the minute he looked down at you with a sleazy smile.

“We ready?” Gallagher hums, scratching the stubble underneath his chin and acting so goddamn nonchalant.

“Yes sir,” Boothill says, almost too excited. He seemed mighty proud of himself, hands falling from your face, placing one on the small of your back. Even the cold of his steel hand seeping through your clothes does little to dampen the burning arousal beneath your stomach. Ugh, you want to punch him for starting this fire too early.

Gallagher looks down at you and raises a brow, and you nod enthusiastically. “Alright,” He mutters, gesturing to the hallway down to the elevator. “Let’s get going, then.” He places his hand on your shoulder for a moment, warm and… welcoming, in a way, before he realizes that he may be overstepping, falling from your shoulder.

Walking in between these two men is practically suffocating. The heat between your legs refuses to die, making walking feel like a chore. When you look at Boothill, he walks with a pep in his step, some unnecessary confidence that you can’t figure out if it’s because he got you all hot and flustered, or if he was proud to have gotten Gallagher in bed with you two. Or both. It was probably both.

Gallagher, on the other hand, was walking like he just won the lottery. Sort of. He also had a smile on his face, but his steps were even and measured. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes on his face, wanting so badly to stare at his chest. Not that you wouldn’t see it when you got to your room, but it was just so damn tempting.

You’re able to reign yourself in for a moment, shifting anxiously between the two men as you wait for the elevator to go down. Both of them are having a conversation, or at least something like that. Unfortunately for you, you’re already so wound up that if you look up or try to tune into their words, you fear you’d only be digging your grave. Lucky for you, your room happens to be quite close to the elevators.

The minute the elevator dings, you are two steps ahead of the men, unable to keep up the facade that everything is totally normal and you totally aren’t turned on by the two men who were by your side. It felt like you’d die if you took another second outside of your room. Hastily, you pull out the keycard pressing it against the reader. Behind you, Boothill chuckles, shaking his head as you open the door.

“C’mon sugar, don’t be shy,” Boothill croons, waving you over. Your body moves on its own, or at least, that’s what you want to think. Eagerly walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Mh, that’s more like it.”

Boothill sits himself up, shuffling behind you. He wastes no time, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. His hands wrap around your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it slowly. He bites down gently, eyes flitting up and meeting Gallagher’s gaze. Your eyes also fall on the man, dropping lower and lower until you’re met with the bulge in his pants. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, watching both you and Boothill’s movements. Some kissing and a little midriff and he’s already hard…? Shit, there could not have been a finer man for this night. You feel your nerves dissipate at man’s own weakness, and Boothill himself picks up on this.

“Fudge, look at you,” He utters, pulling away from your neck. “We invited you here for a reason, yeah? Don’t be afraid to get a piece.”

Once again, you find yourself trapped between the two men. Boothill has his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants all too quickly, while Gallagher sits on his heels and watches, palming his cock through his boxers. He lets out a satisfied groan as he does so, simply watching you through hooded eyes. You lift your hips a little, allowing Boothill to pull your pants down all the way. Once off, he chucks them somewhere in the room, hands sliding past the waistband of your underwear. While his fingers drift closer to your pussy, he keeps eye contact with Gallagher, gaze sly and lascivious. Gallagher himself leans in as Boothill leans past your shoulder, and the two share a lewd kiss. Before you can ogle, Boothill’s fingers find your clit, rubbing slow half-circles around it. You jolt a little, before resting your head against Gallagher’s shoulder, letting out a soft ‘mmh..’ in response.

A rumble vibrates through Gallagher’s chest at this, pulling away from Boothill. A line of spittle keeps them connected for only a moment, before breaking. He looks down at you with yet another sleazy grin, hand coming up and cupping the back of your head as Boothill’s fingers dared to dip lower, pressing against your entrance but not quite entering.

Gallagher’s fingers thread through your hair, oddly soothing as Boothill teases you. Gallagher’s other hand came down to his boxers, sliding them down. You can’t help but stare, watching as his cock springs free, a pearly white bead of precum glistening at the tip, which was flushed. You reach for it, but he catches you, shaking his head.

“Feeling like something else,” He purrs, eyes watching the way Boothill’s fingers worked in your underwear. Gallagher pulls his boxers all the way down, leaning back and propping himself up by the pillows.

You are more than happy to oblige, looking back at Boothill, to make sure he was still onboard. He nods and moves back, pulling his hand away from you, allowing you to position yourself. Replacing his hands, you take off your underwear, throwing them somewhere else within the room. Without hesitation, you push yourself further up, caging in Gallagher’s legs with your own. Readjusting yourself, you hover just above his cock.

Now, you can’t remember a time you took someone’s cock, seeing as Boothill didn’t have one. You didn’t mind, if you were missing the appendage, you could always work with a dildo. And regardless, you quite enjoyed how skilled Boothill was with his fingers and his mouth. But damn, looking down at Gallagher’s dick, hard and twitching, with the borderline sinful way he was looking up at you, waiting, perhaps there was a moment where you missed something like this… perhaps you’d have to have a nice little conversation with Boothill eventually.

Speaking of, his hands find their way back on your hips, as if to help position you. He doesn’t wanna miss a moment of this, not one second. “Go on darlin’,” He mutters, resting his head on your shoulder.

With that, you lower yourself, slowly. Taking in the tip, you can’t help but roll your head back. It’s thick, not too thick, but it’s something you can’t say you’ve felt in quite a bit. Gallagher himself groans, one large calloused hand finding home on your thigh, squeezing. With your neck bared, Boothill can’t help but pepper it with fleeting, ticklish kisses, satisfied hums following shortly after. He coaxes you to push down further, and you do. The stretch is delicious, causing your thighs to twitch a little.

“Fuuck…” You groan, placing your hand on Gallagher’s chest. You clench around him, biting your lip. You rock your hips forward just a little, to allow yourself to take in a little more of him, feeling insatiable.

“Just like that,” The man beneath you groans, taking in a sharp breath. He can’t help but buck his hips up, all too eager to get all of you.

Your nails dig into his chest as he does so, mewling softly. A couple more seconds and you're fully seated on his cock, already a sweaty, weak, pathetic mess above him. He places his other hand on your other thigh, before sliding both up to your waist, where Boothill’s hands were suddenly absent – a detail you didn’t notice. Gallagher allows you a moment to adjust, before guiding you up just barely a centimeter, finding it hard not to follow. You comply, weakly pulling yourself up just a bit, only for him to pull you back down. Sparks shoot up your body, causing you to arch further.

It’s a sinful synergy, using the strength in your knees to push yourself up while Gallagher helped you back down. He does it partially because he feels as if he can’t bear for you to leave him an inch untouched. He himself can’t remember the last time he had sex, and he’ll be damned if he lets go that easily.

Behind you, Boothill sits back on his heels. He stares, completely dazed. He isn’t jealous, far from it. The way you fit so well with Gallagher, the way you arch your back, the way you moan so sweetly everytime he pulls you back down– no, with every movement, fuck. It’s killing him. Not to mention the praises slipping past Gallagher’s lips, voice low and rough and just so damn hypnotizing. The way his smile faltered ever so slightly with just how good you were making him feel… he could almost get used to this.

For once, Boothill wished he had a dick. He wished the minute he walked out of the Doctor’s shop that he found someone to hook him up. He was so goddamn horny, it hurt. He didn’t want to be in Gallagher’s position, or yours, he simply wished he could jack off while watching this. The fact that he had absolutely no outlet to expend his desire was suffocating. Still, all he does is watch, mouth dry as your moans increase in pitch, as you trip and stumble over the man’s name.

A fire burns throughout your body now, pressure tightening with each stroke beneath your stomach. You found yourself clenching around Gallagher almost rhythmically, your moans turning into pants. Beneath you he grunts, eyes hazy and half-lidded with desire. He gave up on pulling you back down, choosing to simply thrust his hips up while you stayed in place and took it.

The sound of skin meeting skin, a hollow yet wet sound, echoed throughout the room. It was music to Boothill’s ears, causing him to whine softly and lean his head back. He was light-headed, mind hazy and fuzzy as he tried to not think of just how badly he wanted to cum right now. Fuck, he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so bad, so fucking bad–

Just as he thinks that, a guttural groan tears from Gallagher’s throat, as he throws his head back and his hips stutter up. His fingers dig into your waist, his grip tightening to the point where it starts to hurt. His chest rises and falls rapidly, heaving heavily as he spills his load inside you. His thighs tense as he can’t help but push further up, like he needed more. His half-thrusts turn into semi-half-thrusts, short-lived and reckless. After another moment, you follow suit, that tight coil snapping, warmth blooming from your stomach and spreading through your veins. Your hips jerk backwards just once as you feel as if you can’t get enough air in, returning Gallagher’s grip on your hips in kind, raking your fingers down the fabric of his shirt.

After the initial buzz dies from your minds, you look down at Gallagher, who has propped his upper body up by his elbows. Rather than looking at you however, he’s looking behind you, at Boothill. Fuck, when did he pull away? When you turn to look at the man, he looks absolutely… astounded. His face is bright red, and he’s almost drooling. You swear you can see stars in his eyes.

“Ah, Boots…?” You call out cautiously, unsure if you want a reaction. Last thing you want is him short circuiting, but at the same time, you just let a stranger cum in you. At your words, however, he perks up.

“Y-Yeah, sugar? Doll? I– Yeah?” He speaks as if he was the one who just came.

“Here–” Gallagher grunts, lifting you up a little. You get the hint, pulling yourself off. You can’t help but shudder at the last tastes of friction, before sitting back with your legs spread.

Boothill’s eyes immediately zone in on your pussy, drooling with a mixture of yours and Gallagher’s cum. “Was it– did you– I mean, oh, fudge, darlin’ –”

Despite the fact that it is a rather lewd display, and the fact that it felt as if you were still coming down from your high, you couldn’t help but lean back a little, your confused expression morphing into one much more scandalous.

“Wanna clean me up?” You croon, tilting your head just the right amount to let your hair fall in front of your face.

Boothill nods eagerly, completely ignoring Gallagher for now; who was sliding off the bed and reaching for his pants and belt. Boothill practically scrambles into position, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer towards him, causing you to yelp and fall onto your back. He hoists your thighs up over his shoulders, quickly licking a fat stripe up your slit. Your hands fly to his hair, petting through it for a moment. He groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at the liquid between your legs. He’s all but devoured what was left of your spend, so quickly that it felt too quick. Not that you were disappointed, he made sure there was nothing left. A few more licks, followed by a gentle, almost reverent kiss to your clit, and he was done. He pulled back with a satisfied shine in his eyes, yet refused to sit up.

For a second, you look back up at Gallagher, who was standing by the doorway, sliding his belt into place. He himself seemed satisfied, but clearly had no desire to stay for long. Boothill, too stubborn to move from his favorite pillows, practically cuddled up to them, one hand reaching around to trace all the stretchmarks there. Gallagher afforded you two the decency of slipping out of the room through barely wide enough crack in the door, leaving you with a small wave of his hand as a ‘goodbye’.

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