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Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

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