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sxrenityy · 2 years

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got room for one more?

bloodhound x f! reader x fuse ♡ (NSFW)

❝Babe, pick a night to come out and play .If it's alright, what do you say? Merrier the more, triple fun that way.❞

Or Bloodhound is particularly ruthless on you in the Games today. So, you shamelessly flirt with Fuse to spite them.

It works, but not without punishment.

threesome (f/f/m), amab bloodhound, skull-fucking, spitroasting, vaginal fingering, choking, hair-pulling, come-swallowing, french kissing, multplie orgasms, semi-public sex, spanking

☆ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40718025

repost because my dumbass accidentally deleted this while i was tryna edit it 😭

Your lungs felt as though they were to explode as you ran through Fragment West, clutching your Alternator which only had twenty-five rounds left.

Today was “Duos-Day”, you had been paired with Lifeline, but she was long gone.

It was just you now, and for some godforsaken reason, Bloodhound was out for your head.

Perhaps it was due to you to shamelessly teasing them on the dropship, but you didn’t expect them to be this ruthless.

You had found yourself a comfortable little rat spot to heal up in the nearest building, counting the seconds as you heard a plethora of footsteps cascade around you.

You tried to listen to the heavy sound of Bloodhound’s boots. Being in the Games as long as you were, you’ve learned to differentiate most legend’s footsteps.

Revenant, Ash, Pathfinder, and Octane were the easiest as they all had robotic legs - though, they were difficult to tell apart from each other.

Loba, of course had her heals. Larger legends such as Gibraltar and Caustic had heavier footsteps. Being the tiniest legend, Wraith was at the opposite end with quite gentle, soft footsteps; and Horizon had no sound to her steps at all.

Mirage tended to stomp around a lot due to his clones and his general clumsiness. Then, there were those like Lifeline, Wattson, or Crypto who didn’t have a specific sound to their steps.

Now, Bloodhound’s were quite heavy, not the kind of heavy like Gibraltar or Caustic, just their boots having this specific sound. Sometimes, it sounded similar to Maggie, but Maggie recklessly ran a lot more than Bloodhound who took careful steps.

It was still hard to tell, especially in tense situations such as these but you tried your best.

Click clack click clack.

Loba was near.

The sound of jetpacks… Valkyrie must be with her. Was that the sound of a smoke launcher? Oh God, Bangalore was a pain to deal with.

Soom enough, the obnoxiously loud sound of Revenant’s death totem and Octane’s jump pad were heard then a wild flurry of shooting.

You were a bit relieved as that meant you could take more time to heal, loot, and potentially get away.

Then, all your hopes were crushed in an instant when the terrifying sound of Bloodhound’s scan filled your ears.

Shit! You were immediately on your feet, not caring about the party happening upstairs as you ran out of that building like some desperate, wild animal.

To make your terror worse, Bloodhound let out their blood curdling battle scream, now undoubtedly in Beast Mode.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! Using their ult just for me? They must be pissed as hell! You felt as though you were to cry.

Their breathing drew closer and closer, you knew you were only able to outrun them so much.

It was only a matter of minutes until they caught up with you, landing a clean headshot to break your armour and send you tumbling to your knees in pain.

”Fuck!” You shouted, clutching the spot where they had hit.

”Seems like I have finally found you, bráõ mína. How difficult you have been…”

You laughed nervously, giving the hunter your best pleading eyes.

”Bloodhound, listen—.”

Bloodhound placed their gun, a rather intimidating Wingman under your chin.

You gulped, “Um… I’m sorry, okay? I-I didn’t mean harm by teasing you…”

“You were misbehaving, Y/N. I cannot forgive you for that.” Bloodhound tilted your head upwards with the gun.

Gods, they were terrifyingly hot.

“How about… in exchange for you not blowing my brains out right now, we… go into that building and I could, y’know…”

You couldn’t read Bloodhound’s expression or body language with the mask and their still form, but you assumed - or hoped - they were thinking about it.

“I know you’re still hot and bothered from the dropship! I could suck your cock or we could just fuck! I’ll allow you to do it with no condom…” You offered.

”How tempting,” Bloodhound said. “However, punishment is due. See you in. bit, bràõ mína.”

Before you could say anything, Bloodhound pulled the trigger and down you went.

You had woken up in the respawn room along with the rest of the eliminated legends. They said their usual words of “good try” and “oh, you were so close”.

A finishing blow with the Wingman was always brutal as it left the spot stinging for ages, even if it wasn’t technically real.

And of course, Bloodhound won. Usually, you’d be happy for them, but all you could think about was how to get back at them.

It was at the after party when you got a mischievous idea.

You would probably come to regret this.

Walter Fitzroy, better known as “Fuse” was drinking away, having a jolly old time.

He was old. Very old. Old yet so, so attractive. He had this natural sexiness to him, the forbidden kind with his age. Oh, but you knew he was experienced…

So, with confidence in your stride, you sat down next to him.

Fuse looked pleasantly surprised, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

”Oh, I don’t know… just wanted to congratulate you for second place.”

”Hah, well thanks. I would congratulate you too, but…”

You cringed at the thought, at your utter failure, “Bloodhound can be ruthlessly terrifying when they want to be.”

”Tell me ‘bout it. I thought our friendship would soften ‘em up a lil! But Houndy is Houndy.”

“Yep…” You saw Fuse’s hand sitting on the table. “Off topic, but your hands are huge.” You gently grab it with both of yours.

Fuse chuckled, “Ya flirtin’ with me, girlie?”

You shook your head and gave him wide, doe eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You slide your hand up his muscular arm.

”I might be an old dog, but I ain’t dumb, sweetheart. Now, what’s a fine young lady like yourself flirtin’ with old man Fusey for? Don’t ya already have Houndy?”

You gestured for him to get closer, Fuse did so as he took another swig.

”Bloodhound did me wrong in the Games today, so I want payback.” You whispered.

”Ya cheeky girl, an’ here I was thinkin’ you were innocent!” Fuse laughed. “Fine, I’ll help ya with this.”

”You will?” You were surprised.

”Why not?” Fuse said as he slung his arm around you.

Your heart skipped a beat, “What do you always say? ‘Cheers very much?’ “

Fuse laughed aloud then whispered, “Don’t look now, but Houndy’s got their eyes on ya,” Into your ear. “Wanna drink, sweetie?”

”But, didn’t your lips touch—.”

Fuse winked at you, and your heart skipped a beat again.

Carefully, you took the beer bottle with both hands and put it to your lips. You didn’t taste anything but the usual alcohol, but the mere thought of an indirect kiss had your heart pounding.

“Taste good?” Gods, his voice was so rough, so scratchy.

”Yes,” You said as you leaned back on his arm. “How’s Bloodhound looking?”

”Well I don’t have the power to see through that damned mask of theirs, but they’ve been staring daggers towards this direction.”

”Mission accomplished,” You said. I wonder how far I can push them…

Just then, a mischievous idea came into your mind, “Well, I’ll be heading out now.” You started to get up.

Fuse took his arm off you, “Right then, I’m happy to—.”

You planted a quick kids on his cheek which at a certain angle - the angle Bloodhound was watching you like a hawk from - it looked like one on the lips.

“See you.” You stood, patting the old man on the shoulder.

You looked towards Bloodhound’s direction and boldly strode towards them. They were standing there, arms crossed and wearing a black turtleneck which hugged their body magnificently.

They grabbed your arm, “Was that to spite me?” Their accent and rough tome of voice was enough to make you melt.

You kept your calm however, “Maybe…”

”You even kissed Walter.”

”On the cheek.”

”That is not how it looked like to me.”

“Well, that’s what it was.”

Their face was covered, but you knew you were getting under their skin.

“Come with me.” Bloodhound grabbed you harshly by the wrist and dragged you off.

Your heart raced with excitement. Bloodhound’s jealousy, even possessiveness was incredibly arousing. Scary, but arousing.

They slammed you against the wall, keeping their masked face just inches from yours. Their knee snuck its way between your legs, having easy access to your panties as you were wearing a skirt.

“What’re you gonna do to me, Hound?”

“If you wish to behave as a toy, then I shall treat you as such, hóra.”

You wrapped your arms around their broad shoulders, “Come on then.” You kissed the intricate mouthpiece to their mask.

Bloodhound pulled you back by your hair then shoved you onto your knees with such force you winced slightly.

They ran their fingers through your hair before grabbing it so your scalp burned and pushed it towards their crotch.

”You know what to do,” They urged your head forward. Your hands went upwards, about to pull their pants down, but they stopped you. “Nei, ástin mín, no hands.”

Oh, come on… You put your hands behind your back and lean in, taking the worn, bronze metal within your teeth.

You struggled slightly, of course, but get it down eventually as you are used to Bloodhound’s sadism. When you finished, Bloodhound pat you on the head before they pulled their pants down.

When they were in their black briefs, you used your hands to pull out their cock.

Bloodhound had quite a length to their cock. It wasn’t overly big, but definitely not small, either. There were veins pulsating through it and a trimmed bush of hair above.

You wrap your lips around their tip, Bloodhound groaned slightly as they put their hand behind your head and slowly push their cock down your throat.

”Breathe, elskan, breathe.” They urged, you did as told.

They kept pushing your head until their entire cock was sheathed inside your throat.

“Are you able to continue? Because I will not be gentle.”

You nodded, Bloodhound hummed in response as they slowly guided your head off their cock before slamming it in ruthlessly.

You made a loud, strained noise as their cock hit the back of your throat.

“Guõ minn góõur, ástin mín.” Bloodhound threw their head back and held you in place.

To tease them ever so slightly, you hummed so that gentle vibrations shot up their cock.

Bloodhound groaned as they moved your head, using your mouth as if it were a toy.

At least they kept their word… You thought aimlessly. Bloodhound didn’t let you rest for a moment as they constantly had their cock sliding in and out of your mouth.

You knew they were getting close when their grip on your hair grew particularly hard, holding it in a ponytail.

They finally came in your mouth with one, final thrust.

“Swallow everything,” They said, you nodded with slightly teary eyes. “See what happens if you even waste a drop.”

Their dick finally pulled out of your mouth, you kept it firmly shut, however as you waited for their command.

”Good girl, so obedient for my order,” Bloodhound praised, they put their thumb on your chin and slowly opened it. “What a sight it is to see you on your knees, my love. I wonder what the sponsors and fans would think if they saw you this way.”

They slowly slid their thumb down, just enough for you to gag as you tried your best not to swallow.

Even with their mask, you knew they were thoroughly enjoying this. You could practically see their scarred lips twist into a smirk.

”Swallow.”

You did as told, but Bloodhound’s thumb still semi-gagging you made you slip up and choke. You only managed to swallow a bit as you coughed the rest out.

Shit.

Bloodhound knelt in front of you, “Now what did I say about swallowing, elskan?”

You gulped, It was your fault! You tripped me up! You wanted to say. “Um—.”

”Stand.” They said, but ended up forcing you, anyway.

They lifted your dress, exposing your panties for their greedy eyes. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct, but Bloodhound slapped you.

”Hands up.” Bloodhound said, you complied with stars practically in your eyes.

Their fingers pulled on the waistband, before pulling them down. Instead of fingering you or pleasuring your pussy, however, they flipped you around so your ass was on display for them.

Bloodhound got close enough so that you could hear their laboured breathing through the mask.

”Count to fifteen.” They said before smacking your ass.

”Ah!” You grunted. “O-One… fuck…”

With each slap, both Bloodhound’s strength and the red mark where their hand had made contact grew.

At number ten, you had begun to cry, “Eleven…” You whined, cheek pressing up against the wall.

”Is it too much?” It was supposed to be sympathetic, but it came off as condescending.

Whatever it was, it was hot. So, you sniffled and shook your head.

”That is what I thought. Do not fret, elskan, we are almost there”

All you could do was sniffle again.

Before Bloodhound could continue, the door swung open and in came a booming, heavily accented voice.

”Aye, you kids gotta hurry back, the others are startin’ to wonder-,” It had took Fuse a whopping ten seconds before he saw the scene and nearly dropped the bottle in his hand. “My word.”

“Walter.” Bloodhound greeted, a bit stunned but calm nonetheless.

”Fuse!” You were a lot more surprised.

”Awe, geez, my bad, I’ll just—.”

”No,” Bloodhound said, leaving both you and Fuse surprised. “Stay for a moment, Walter.”

”Hound..?” You whisper, looking up at their eyes - or what you presumed to be their eyes.

Fuse was also a bit skeptical, but wandered over regardless. You could tell he was trying not to stare at your bare ass and keep his eye solely on Bloodhound.

”So, uh… Houndy! What… what uh, can I do ya for?”

”I have a favour, actually, Walter. As my good friend.”

”Which is..?”

Bloodhound straightened your back and dragged you over so that you were between them and Fuse.

”Are you free to join us?”

”Join ya?”

”Join us?”

Naturally, the two of you were both equally flabbergasted, but intrigued.

“Is that ‘right with ya, pup?”

You bit your lip in thought. Seriously, a threesome? You didn’t even know Bloodhound would allow such a thing with their possessiveness.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t want it by any means…

“I wouldn’t be against it…” You said coyly.

”Attagirl,” Fuse said and slapped your ass. “Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb over your lips.

”Yes.”

”Houndy?”

“You may.”

”Righto.”

Fuse brought your lips to his, you giggled slightly as his thick moustache tickled your mouth.

Just like Bloodhound, Fuse put his fingers through your hair, making you stay firmly in place as he deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue in.

As Fuse frenched you, Bloodhound went to work on your pussy. They lifted your dress once more and took off their gloves before rubbing your sensitive clit.

You yelped, jumping out of Fuse’s arms for a moment before he immediately ground you again, kissing you even harder than before.

Your body was frozen in place, Bloodhound working their fingers into your pussy and Fuse shoving his tongue down your throat. At a certain point, Fuse slipped his metal hand under your bra and pinched one of your nipples.

”Ah!”

”Ah, so you’re sensitive ‘ere, huh, pup?” Fuse pinched it even harder; the sensation and coolness of his metal fingers made another high-pitched moan escape your throat.

Bloodhound joined in soon after, putting your other nipple between their index and middle finger then twisting it around.

The sensitive jolts of pleasure rushing from your nipples and throughout your body made you even wetter. Bloodhound chuckled lowly.

”You should feel how wet she is, Walter.”

“Don’t mind if I do then.” Fuse used his free hand to join Bloodhound on your pussy.

You gripped Fuse’s shoulders as both legends pried your tight hole open, working in unison to spread it as they thumbed your throbbing clit.

”Ah, ah, oh, fuck…” You breathed, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.

Wet, squelching noises came from your pussy as their fingers thrusted in and out at the same time - all whilst they rubbed the other parts of your vagina.

Bloodhound put their mouthpiece next to your ear, “Do you feel like coming, Y/N?”

”Oh, God, yes please!” You nearly screamed.

“How badly do you want it?”

”So, so bad, Hound…” You whined.

They just let out a breath of acknowledgment and sped up their fingers, Fuse did the same.

Finally, you came on both their fingers with a long, drawn out moan as your back arched. Intense, almost mind-numbing pleasure shook your entire body to its core. Your pussy still throbbed from the aftermath of it all as you pathetically clung into both legends for dear life.

Bloodhound lifted your chin, ”It is our turn now, don’t you think, Walter?”

Fuse chuckled, “Well, I mean, if ya insist, Houndy. Be rude of me if I said no,” He said. “How ‘bout ya, pup?”

”Well…” You breathed. “It’d only be fair, no?”

“Do not worry, we will be gentle.”

They were in fact, not gentle.

You were currently on your hands and knees with Bloodhound in your still sensitive pussy and Fuse with his cock deep down your throat.

“Mmm… ah, ah, ah!” You shamelessly moaned onto Fuse’s cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head - honestly, it was a miracle how nobody had walked in yet.

Then, Fuse suddenly pulled out, and you looked at him in a dazed confusion.

“Wha-.”

Fuse hushed you by grabbing ahold of your neck and force you to look into his eye. He smirked as he saw your struggling face.

”What a lucky ‘lil bastard ya are, Houndy. Can’t believe ya got such a fine catch.”

Bloodhound chuckled to themselves, “She is quite beautiful, yes.” They harshly thrust into you, making your body lurch into Fuse.

“Ey, Houndy, why don’t we… shake things up a bit?”

”Change it? How so?”

Fuse smirked and motioned for Bloodhound to pull out. They did, a wet, lewd noise coming as they did so.

”Right, pup, now I’m gonna have ya lay down on that table,” Fuse said before picking you up bridal style and gently placing you on your back. “Houndy, ya wanna take the front or back?”

”Back.” Bloodhound answered indifferently.

”Righto,” Fuse took his place at your mouth. “Ready, pup?”

Bloodhound also aligned their cock to your dripping pussy.

”Yes…”

“Good girl.” Fuse ruffled your hair affectionately.

Your face went embarrassingly red, Fuse noticed this and laughed.

”Ya like it when I call you a good girl?”

You didn’t want to answer, Bloodhound did for you, however.

”It is her favourite pet name.”

”Awe, well ain’t that sweet. Is that why you’re so obedient, pup? ‘Cause you wanna be praised?”

You didn’t answer again, so Fuse put his metal arm around your neck. He didn’t choke you, just kept it there as a threat.

”Y-Yes…”

”Yes what?”

”I… I’m obedient because I want to be called a good girl…” You were blushing like crazy.

“Ya gonna melt me ol’ heart with how sweet ya are, pup.” Fuse took his arm away and instead rubbed your cheek.

His hand slowly migrated from your red cheek to your mouth where Fuse opened it slightly, exploring the depths before shoving his fingers in. Those thick fingers were soon replaced by his cock reentering you.

On the other end, Bloodhound also easily slipped their cock right back in.

Gods, you felt so full. Both their cocks stretched you so wonderfully, so beautifully.

Bloodhound gripped your hips as they thrusted into you, letting out these guttural groans every time they hit your womb. Fuse opted to use your mouth by pulling it in and out of his cock via your hair - it was almost eerie how he and Bloodhound used such similar techniques.

In the middle of it all, you were an absolute mess. A total disaster.

Tears of either bliss, pleasure, or equal amounts of both fell from your cheeks.

Being with Bloodhound for as long as you did, they knew the exact spot that would send little yelps out of you every time. Normally, they would only hit it every few thrusts, but today, they hit it spot on every single time.

You could feel every muscle stretching as Bloodhound used your pussy, the lewd sound of skin slapping and squelching filling the room. You would be a loud, moaning mess if Fuse’s cock wasn’t gagging you.

You knew Bloodhound was having a grand time when they begun to ramble in Icelandic.

”Guõ minn góõur elskan, þér líõur svo stórkostlega…” The grip on your hips grew tighter.

Fuse threw his head back and laughed, “Dunno what ya just said, mate, but I feel ya.”

Both legends’ breathing went from slightly laboured to near panting as they drew closer to an orgasm.

Eventually, Bloodhound pulled out and came all over your stomach, their breathing prominent through the mask.

Fuse on the other hand, stayed and spilled his entire load into your mouth.

You felt his large hand tip your jaw so it remained closed as his cum stayed in your mouth.

”Now I want ya to swallow everythin’, okay?” Fuse said as he let your jaw go.

You nodded and swallowed his load whole before your muscles relaxed from exhaustion.

”Attagirl, I knew you could do it. Ya did so well, don��t ya think so, Houndy?”

”Very well.” Bloodhound panted, slightly leaning against the wall.

They leaned over and helped you sit up. Your pussy still had this intense throb from Bloodhound’s ruthless cock and your mouth still faintly tasted of Fuse’s cum.

Bloodhound undid the mouthpiece to their mask and kissed you. Their lips were quite chapped and their thick scars rubbed against you, but you didn’t mind whatsoever.

You just softly grabbed their cheek and put your tongue into their mouth, they did the same.

Bloodhound was the one who pulled away and gave you one final kiss on the nose before putting their mouthpiece back on.

”Well, ain’t ya two sweet.” Fuse gushed.

”I appreciate your compliment, Walter,” Bloodhound said then offered their hand to you. “Why don’t we rejoin the others?”

You took their hand and hopped off, you immediately fell into their arms as you had underestimated how week your legs were.

”Are you okay, elskan?”

“I’ve never been more okay, Hound.”

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legends-of-apex · 4 years

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Loba x Reader x Crypto: ‘Something More’ (Part 2/2) SMUT 18+

Summary: A continuation of Part I in which Loba, Crypto and The Reader go back to the Reader's room in the legends compound to decrypt the files taken from Pathfinder's chip. Inevitably, Loba's proposition is brought up and smut ensues. You can also read this on AO3 if you prefer!

A/N: Hello! Here's the second and final part. This chapter does contain smut after the cut. I've spent the best part of a month on this so I promise there is still a plot as well :D Hope you like it! And I would love to hear your thoughts! Reader's pronouns aren't specified however they are referred to as having a vagina/breasts etc. so please keep that in mind x Warnings under the cut!

Words: 7, 788

Warnings: This fic contains heavy smut including oral (reader receiving and giving), fingering, penetrative sex and scissoring

The rest of the match went relatively uneventfully, with the three of you finishing fourth after being ambushed by another squad. There hadn’t even been enough time to see who it was before you blacked out. When you awoke, a bright light beaming down upon you made you squeeze your eyes shut again. Forcing yourself to sit up, you felt the familiar rubber of the med bay beds beneath your fingertips. When you dared open your eyes again the lights weren’t so bad and you could actually look around the room. Your head felt heavy, your mind off-centered. A nurse was wrapping your fingers around a glass of water before you could ask for one to soothe your aching throat.

“Hey, can you tell me where you are?” He asked you. Bright eyes brimmed over the top of his surgical mask. He was the same nurse from every other time you were revived after a match and he always had the same questions.

“The med bay back at the compound?” You asked, cautiously lifting the water to your lips.

“Yeah! Well done out there today. You guys were great!” He took the empty glass from you when you were finished and set it down by the sink, his black scrubs rustling as he moved around the room, looking at the various monitors that hung like cobwebs from the walls, “How are you feeling?”

“Just a small headache. The usual.” You answered, knowing if you gave even a slightly different answer you could end up stuck in here for days. The headache you had post-match was always the same, pounding and everywhere all at once. It probably had something to do with the serum they used to revive you after the match but you were more concerned about Loba and Crypto right now. You hadn’t seen them go down.

“Great! Well, you’re all healed, vitals are great. You’re free to head out.” He seemed to sense your eagerness to leave and for that you were thankful.

Loba was waiting for you outside the room when you stepped out, pushing herself off the wall and uncrossing her arms when she saw you. She walked towards you with her arms open, engulfing you in a hug when she reached you. With her six-inch heels and already naturally impressive height, she almost dwarfed you, your chin only just being able to rest atop her shoulder. You knew she was just glad you were okay, but displays of affection were rare for her. Even if the hallway you were in was empty. Usually, she wouldn’t be caught sharing any shred of weakness, but after a match? She always got a little sappy, even if she would never admit it.

“Shall we go wait for the hacker?” She pulled back to look at your face and you nodded before taking her hand, walking towards Crypto’s usual med bay room. His name printed on the outside of the door. Loba peered through a tiny window in the door. “Is he still in there?” You asked. It was unusual for anyone to be kept so long and he knew not to say anything that might prolong his stay. Unless there was some kind of complication? You tried not to think about it.

Loba scoffed. “Oh please, he wouldn’t leave without seeing you alive and well first. He’s still in there alright.” She spared a glance your way and recognised that look on your face. You were worried, even though the chances of any post-match complications were extremely low, nearly non-existent. “I wouldn’t worry, sweetheart. He was downed last so they’ll have had less time with him than us.” She saw that did very little to calm your nerves and decided to change the subject to take your mind off of it. She lowered her voice, knowing for sure that there were cameras and microphones all over this place. “Hey, we might get some promising information out of that chip, huh? Any information we can get on them brings us one step closer, no matter how small the step.” All you did was nod when usually you’d be beaming with excitement at the prospects of new information on the Syndicate and you weren't doing a particularly good job of hiding the fact that you couldn't care less about anything right now except for Crypto still being in that room.

“You really give a shit about him, huh?” she asks and you look to her, confused.

“If it was you in there I’d be just as worried.” Loba sighed and took your hand again, bringing your knuckles to her lips before squeezing your fingers gently, careful not to scratch you with her nails. That meant more to her than you knew.

The door before you opened with a click as Crypto finally emerged, hands already stuffed back in his jacket pockets by the time the door shut behind him. The look of relief on your face was enough to tell him you’d been worrying. You had dropped Loba’s hand in an instant and went to hug him, opening your arms a little first and waiting for his permission. He felt himself sigh into your arms, his own wrapping around you tightly as he could. However brief, he would always treasure each touch you gave him. You made him realise how much he craved being held, being close to people. It made him forevermore thankful that he was lucky to be as close to you as he was, even Loba as well to some extent. You shared a piece of your life with him, your kindness, your time and occasionally: your bed. Whilst you did the same for Loba, he never found himself growing jealous, only more thankful to have you when he did.

“You still got the chip?” Loba asked him over your shoulder. He nodded. “We had better get to it. The decryption might take a while.”

The first thing you did when you got back to your room was kick off your shoes and flop down, face-first, on your bed. All the running and the stress of the games could really take its toll. Meanwhile, Crypto headed straight for your PC, plugging in all kinds of strange contraptions and external hard drives no doubt filled with some kind of dodgy software. Loba asked if she could use your shower to which you told her there were already fresh towels in there ready to be used as you gathered a bundle of clothes for her to wear when she finished.

You looked to your broken arm shield emitter and groaned as you were getting changed into more comfortable clothes than your games gear, the realisation that you actually had to fix it dawned on you. You struggled to your feet and pulled up a chair beside Crypto at your desk and released the shield from your arm with a whirr. Most of it had survived, only a few small grenade fragments lay buried within it. Easy fix.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I overheard some of what you guys were saying earlier. Loba had her communicator still on. And I just want you to know that although I did tell Loba about us sleeping together, I haven’t said a word about… you know, you. Your identity. That’s yours to tell and I would never betray that information to anyone, even Loba.” You were one of two living people with the privilege of referring to him by his real name in private. By telling you about his past, even just by telling you his name, he put so much trust in you. And you wouldn't betray that for anyone.

He stopped typing to look at you, letting you know he was sincere. “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you more than anyone. But thank you for the reassurance. And I’m sorry that you heard that, I don’t wish for you to be treated like an object.”

You knew then that he didn't quite trust Loba’s intentions with her proposition but were quick to reassure him. “Oh, don’t worry. Loba asked if I was down for it beforehand. And it’s sweet that you two want to make me feel good, but I don’t require any payment for what I do for you two, especially in that kinda way. I do it because I care about you.” Tweezers in hand, you carefully began removing the fragments from your device. It was a good excuse to not have to look Taejoon in the eye during the conversation.

“Heh, that’s precisely why Loba thought you to be deserving of such an arrangement. And I have to say, I agree. You need to let us give back to you, though it doesn’t have to be in the form of what Loba was suggesting. In any way that you choose.” You could have laughed. On their own, they were amazing enough, both more than proficient and attentive lovers but together? You couldn't help but groan at the thought. “ Trust me , as long as you two are up for it that arrangement is totally fine by me! I couldn't think of anything better.”

You see Crypto’s head move suddenly in the corner of your eye, you turn to see Loba looking the softest you had ever seen her. Her hair was damp, falling all the way down to her waist. A pair of your baggy sweatpants hung low around her hips. She looked comfortable, her eyes held no sense of impending danger and you swore it was the first time you had seen her so at ease.

“Is that my shirt?” Crypto asks and she shrugs, looking down at the plain black material. “I don’t know, is it? It’s… cute?”, You sheepishly turn back to face Crypto as Loba dives straight onto your bed, stretching out on her back. “Maybe?” you offered, knowing damn well it was his from the last time he had stayed over. He wasn’t going to pry it off of you as you slept, especially since you looked so comfortable. It was his pair of sweatpants too, but he didn't need to know that. A low grumble sounded from your stomach and you took that to be the perfect topic change, “How about take-out?”.

“Lovely idea, I’m starving!”

You phoned up the best pizza company you knew, the woman on the line informed you that it would take a while because of the games. People liked to go for pizza after watching the apex games apparently. “We’re going to have to wait a while.” You said solemnly, hopping onto your bed behind Loba and taking your hairbrush from her hand. Her hair was long and so very soft. Crypto politely excused himself to also take a shower whilst you played with her hair. You combed through it with your fingers first. Loba released a long breath as you dragged the brush from the edge of her forehead, down her scalp and all the way down her back, holding the ends in your other hand. “So Crypto’s down for your idea.” You gently gathered her hair together in a bunch before letting it fan out again over her back, the strands so long they reached the covers below.

Loba leant back a little, resting on her palms. “Oh? I’m not surprised. He seems like he would do anything that involves you. That poor boy looks at you like you’re made of gold.” She chuckled, looking back at you over her shoulder. You pecked her lips, her skin was soft and supple with a subtle hint of cherry lip balm. “Ugh, I can’t wait to devour you.” She groaned, “If he doesn’t get out of that shower in the next two minutes, we’re starting without him.”

“So impatient!” You laughed, “Hair up or down?”

“Eh, leave it down.”

Crypto made his way out the bathroom still towelling off his soggy hair. He set his jacket on the back of your desk chair, along with his waistcoat and every other piece of his games gear apart from his baggy trousers and t-shirt. The pendants on his necklaces jingled together as he moved around, like a cat with a bell.

Far too impatient for subtly it seems, Loba decided now was the best time to initiate things “She looks good enough to eat, don’t you think Crypto?” He stops in his tracks, towel still raised to his head with his mouth hanging open before he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. He hummed in agreement, taking the towel and folding it in half before laying it over the chair behind him. He now leaned his back against the desk so he could face you, bare arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but blush at Loba’s words and the way he was looking at you, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

Loba now turned to face you, mischief and wanting in her eyes and leaned in close. “We would love to take care of you if you’ll have us, of course.” She pressed a single kiss to the side of your neck, your skin tingling from the warmth of her lips, “What do you say?” You turned your attention back to Crypto who looked at you in question, his head tilted. Neither of them were moving without your say so.

“Sounds perfect.”

With that pushed you back so your head lay gently on the pillows. Her finger wagged in Crypto’s direction when he took a step forward, telling him to stay put. He gulped and leant back against the desk again. “Well then. Just relax and let us take care of you, hm?” She ended her question with a smile, already sliding downwards onto the bed in front of you. Placing her hands on either side of your sweatpants and giving the outside of your thighs a light squeeze. She looked up at you through her lashes, asking if she could take them off. You nodded and soon she had them tugged off, your socks soon followed.

She leant right down, pressing a kiss to the cloth of your underwear, her lips putting the lightest flutter of pressure on your heat. Your mouth fell open and she laughed quietly, seeing a dark patch on the fabric of your underwear. “Mhmm already dripping for us, Crypto.” she called back to him over her shoulder, “What do you say we take these off as well? No need to be shy. We already know how beautiful you are, sweetheart.” You nodded again, her fingers delicately taking the band of your underwear and making quick work of shimming them off your legs. A string of words, no doubt in Portuguese left her, as she took a moment to look at you. She had spoken far too quickly for you to have any hope of understanding what she was saying.

Her hands were on your sides in an instant, and her lips were back on yours as her hands made their slow descent back down towards your heat. Her kisses a rough contrast to the preciseness of her touch. She kissed with her heart it seems, everything else was calculated. A shiver wracked its way through you when her fingertips reached the hem of your shirt, but she didn’t lift it, only gently massaged the bottom of your stomach and over the tops of your thighs. Circular motions everywhere except the place you wanted them to be.

Her lips left you as you whined softly, “So eager.” she smiled at you again, before leaning in to kiss your neck as her fingers finally touched where you so craved them so much. A moan escaped you as she wasted no time in finding your heat, circling her two fingertips within its wetness before dragging them up and down your slit. Over her shoulder, you could see Crypto standing biting his lip so hard it looked like it would bleed, face flushed.

Sucking gently on the soft skin of your neck, Loba pressed her two fingers right onto your clit. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped you or how you clung to her so desperately. She soon switched back and forth between gently massaging all-around your folds and slowly circling one finger directly to your nub. She was teasing you. The alteration driving you insane, legs beginning to shake. Just as you felt the dam about to burst she drew back away from you entirely, leaning back on her knees as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them lightly.

“How does she taste?” Crypto asked, his face warm. Loba leaned back from you and you near-whined at the loss.

She brought her fingers back down your heat and gathered some of your wetness onto her fingers again, standing and extending her fingers in his direction. “Like honey. Want to try?” He bypassed her altogether and walked towards you. “Suit yourself, Hacker,” she rolled her eyes.

“May I?” He asked so softly you nearly melted then and there. “Yes, please.” You managed and before you knew it he was sliding one of your legs over his shoulder, shortly followed by the other. He began by pressing the gentlest of kisses to your thighs.

“Ooh nevermind.” Loba went back on her previous statement with an approving nod of her head, “One second.” The glare he sent in her direction could’ve stopped a charging bull but Loba just waved him off and laid down beside you, pulling you into her lap so she could support your body. Crypto tugged you down towards him so the back of your head rested against Loba’s chest. Warmth radiated from Loba’s body beneath you in a constant wave of gentle, comforting heat but your focus wasn’t on her right now.

The moment his mouth made contact with your core, your body went lax. His tongue came right after and your back arched with such ferocity that Loba almost lost her hold on you. When the most desperate noise left you, you felt the vibrations of his laughter roll through you and his hands gripped the tops of your thighs more firmly to keep you in place. His eyes flickered up to you for a moment, soon after your hands found his hair, tugging lightly on the damp ends in an attempt to have him closer.

Loba’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear “I know you said he was good but you really weren’t kidding,” she whispered before her mouth before she latched her lips back onto your neck.

Tugging his hair seemed to only spur him on more as the groan he emitted was borderline feral, bringing his tongue to circle over your clit at such a pace that the pressure built within you to the point where you were about to burst and likely would have had to not pulled back for a second to quickly catch his breath and get a better look at you.

“I know you want to come on his tongue, beautiful. Go on.” Crypto was back between your legs then, doubling his pace. “Come for us.” She whispered just as Crypto decided to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You lurched upright, grip tight on his hair as you grind your pussy against his lips. When he slowly coated one of his fingers before slowly pressing it into you and pumping to the rhythm of his mouth, that was it for you.

Your body barely felt like you controlled its movement anymore as pleasure wracked its way through you in gushing waves. A drawn-out moan you’d probably be embarrassed about later escaped you as you went limp in Loba’s arms. Crypto helped you ride it out, wanting to make you feel the best he could. His tongue didn’t leave you until your pussy ceased its tensing then releasing around his finger, pulling it out of you and to his lips immediately. Loba’s arms kept you steady as your body slowly returned to normal, cold air stinging as Crypto left you. You missed his mouth and hands on you immediately but Loba was quick to distract you by helping you rid yourself of your shirt all whilst trying to keep her lips latched on to yours. Her fingers so swift in how they undressed you and herself that you were suddenly reminded that she was a thief, quick hand movements were her speciality. Her hand came to cup your bare breast for a moment, glee in her eyes at the sight. Once you helped her out of most of her clothes, you felt Crypto’s lips on the side of your neck. His mouth leaving marks no doubt right beside the ones Loba had made already. A hand in his hair again had him whimpering. Loba noticed and released you so you turned to face him, your mouth finding his as you stood on shaky legs. His lips were swollen but still soft. He kisses you like it was the last time he would have the chance, one hand gently cupping your face as his other arm wrapped around you.

“I’m going to let you two have this round.” You pulled back from Crypto and looked at her with confusion, she hadn’t even had any kind of pleasure yet and she still insisted you and Crypto go ahead. “I like to watch.” She clarified with a smirk, seating herself in your desk chair, legs folded neatly over one another. Her lacy black bra and panties somehow made her even more attractive but comply with her wishes you would. Plus you wanted the chance to repay Crypto for his services.

Soon enough, Crypto is stripped of all but his boxers, seated upright at the edge of your bed and facing Loba’s general direction. Running your finger over his cheekbone, you look down to notice just how hard he is. “You like eating me out that much, huh?” You asked as you swung one leg over both of his and knelt so you could grind against him, wringing your arms around his neck. You felt just how hard he was then and Crypto looked like he might have came if you weren’t careful, his mouth opened slightly, eyes closed. His hands found the bottom of your back to keep you steady as you slowly grinded onto him, feeling the hard outline of him pressing against your sensitive lips. “예수 그리스도'' He moaned at the feeling, bottom lip now trapped between his teeth.

“Really wanna ride you.” You told him and his eyes snapped open, hand gently cupping your cheek as he brought you in for another kiss.

“Then ride me.”

You sat back from him to run your fingers over his clothed cock, feeling it twitch with your touch. Soft moans fell from his mouth with each drawn-out stroke, he was so terribly sensitive. Tentatively tugging down his boxers, you freed his member from its confines and rubbed along the shaft before thumbing its tip. His throat hitched.

“If you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us could have hoped,” His hand found your bare pussy again, fingers gliding through your folds to make sure you were still wet enough to take him, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Leaning further forward so your hips rested against his, bracing against his strong chest for support, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m ready.” You told him. Without a word, Crypto reached down and aligned the two of you before oh-so-slowly lowering you back down onto his lap, feeling his length buried within you to the hilt.

You moaned together when he filled you, Crypto burying his head in your shoulder when you began to move, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm of yours. It felt delicious, his length rubbed your walls in all the right places and you felt a pressure begin to build quickly within your stomach again. His moans were so soft you almost had to strain to hear him but his strong grip on your hips as you swayed atop him telling enough.

Looking over your shoulder for a moment, you saw Loba lazily rubbing herself through her underwear, her eyes utterly transfixed on you and Crypto. One particularly measured thrust on his part hit your most sensitive spot directly and had your attention turned all the way back to him immediately. Gripping his hair as you rode him, you felt the pressure of his teeth on your shoulder as he bit back a moan. You slowed your pace and tilted his face up to see yours.

“Be as loud as you want baby, we wanna hear you,” you assured him and he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and lips bitten. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

Pulling you back towards him so you were flesh to flesh, his hips snapped up into you with renewed vigour as his lips found your neck. Right next to another small mark Loba had left not a few moments earlier, he tentatively suckled on your skin until it bloomed. He swore he wasn’t a jealous person, he just wanted things to be even. His lips slowly trailed down towards your chest until he found one of your breasts, ready and waiting for him.

You let your head fall back. His consistent pumping up into you, filling you over and over and his tongue on your nipple combined with the knowledge that Loba was watching and enjoying all of this was quickly becoming too much for you to handle. You felt his cock twitch within you again.

You cupped his face in your hands as you brought him away from your nipple to press his swollen lips to yours again. That was when he reached between you and let his fingers trail over you clit. A cry escaped you. You were reaching the point of overstimulation and it felt like heaven.

When his thrusts became distractingly fast, you had to leave his lips but still held his face in your hands. “Come for me baby,” you told him and he felt his mind going numb. A few more thrusts and he was spent, all low moans and mumbles as he buried his face in your chest. His warm release within you felt so good, coating your walls and making you feel so wonderfully full. The coil in your stomach was wound, near the point of breaking now, but it wasn’t enough for you to reach your peak.

You just held each other for a few moments, petting over his hair as you relaxed in his arms. Even though you hadn’t come a second time that didn’t matter all that much when he still managed to make you feel as good as he did. When he caught his breath he looked up at you and frowned, “You didn’t-“

Loba was quick to interrupt him. She was up from her chair and walking towards you the moment you had regulated your breathing, “I’ll take care of that, pretty boy. Go take a minute.” With one last kiss and a groan as he pulled out of you, he reluctantly lifted you off his lap and sat you gently on your bed. He usually held you for hours after sex so this was new for him but just as he was learning to trust, he was also learning to compromise.

Loba bent down beside you as Crypto got up from your bed, tilting your chin upwards with her fingertip. “Ooh what a mess he made, hmm? Guess I had better help you clean up.” You were already oh so sensitive but your release was building again, all worked up from Crypto’s cock but surely going to be finished by Loba’s fingers.

Her touch was so different to Crypto’s, so delicate yet precise. She Plucked your body as if you were a harp, and she was a harpist with the most experienced hands. Her hands trailed over your shoulders and your chest, a nipple pinched and pressed deliciously between her fingers. With a few strange movements of your legs, Loba manoeuvres you by your hips, weaving your legs together. She draws her fingers up the underside of your thigh then down your lower leg, teasingly with a wicked grin plastered across her face as she does.

Loba scoots you closer together, her hands exploring your thighs as she goes, until you’re so close to her that you can feel the heat of her pussy against your own. She pulls you in for a kiss again and you take a handful of her full breasts. Loba rocks forward suddenly, rubbing your dripping cores together. She was most definitely keeping herself busy whilst you were with Crypto because she was soaking. Your pussy was so sensitive, so worked-up again that even the slightest touch had you reeling. Another slow grind and Loba’s eyes flutter closed. A twist of your thighs and you were fully locked together, her core providing yours with a delicious pressure. With a groan, Loba favoured a rougher rolling motion, her nails clawing at your thighs as your clits rub together.

“Shit!” Loba cries and her hips jerk into yours more sloppily. It was rare to see her so needy. The pressure from her clit on yours and the way her face contorted in pure pleasure had your insides twisting until you felt the dam burst for the second time that night. You found her lips again as you felt her too reach her release soon after, panting between kisses and cursing. Her movements slowed, as did your own until you were faced with the task of untangling from one another. “Guess we were pretty worked up, huh?” She asks and you nod in agreement, “You still have another round left in you? Pizza guy won’t be here for another twenty minutes…”

You were exhausted, dripping wet and still trying to catch your breath but you still managed to stifle out another “Yes, please.” You couldn’t get enough of them and you were dying to have them both at once. You felt more than just lust for these two. They made you feel loved, feel safe. All three of you had issues with connecting to people, whether it was simple distrust or even trauma but you were lucky enough to find one another. All the time spent with them trying to take down the Syndicate made Loba and Crypto learn to trust other people again. Not only that, they learned to care for you and in-turn allowed you to care for them. And being cared for wasn’t something either of them imagined would happen any time soon. Your tenderness and love made them feel human again like they were more than just their past.

“What do you think? Up for round three?” You looked to Taejoon and saw him sitting where Loba had been. When he moved one of his hands away from his lap to smooth his hair back from his face, you saw his cock was already erect again.

His chest heaved. “Are you sure you can take any more,애인(lover)?” Sitting up on your elbows now you looked at him and then to Loba who lay beside you, trailing her smooth fingertips up and down your arms. Excitement bubbled within you again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

They were both beside you in an instant. You weren’t sure who was touching where and frankly you couldn’t care less. Feeling both their bodies on yours at once felt amazing, your skin tingling all over as you knelt sandwiched between them. Despite your oversensitivity, you welcomed the metallic fingertips that found your folds again. You were so, helplessly wet. Your multiple releases, coupled with Loba and Crypto’s had your thighs and sheets a mess. The cold metal of Crypto’s fingers were a wonderful contrast to the warmth of your pussy as he trailed along, up and down your lips, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to touch.

He left your lips in favour of hooking a finger inside you again. The friction was welcome but it wasn’t enough. “Please!” You whimpered and you heard Loba chuckle.

“Oh, baby girl, are you eager for his cock again? It’s a shame we aren’t at my place, you could’ve had mine as well.” Crypto raised a brow at that. You just whined at the thought of Loba’s strap.

He hummed as he found your clit with his thumb as he continued to draw his finger in and out of you. “Crypto, please!”

“I think you should tell him what you want him to do, sweetheart.”

“Please fuck me. I-I need-” You cut yourself off with a moan of his name and Crypto thought he might just die. He leant down to kiss your lips, rougher than usual now but still gentle. When he pulled back from you and gave you a chance to lay back, he had his dick in his hand and took his sweet time coating the tip in your juices, slowly dragging it through your folds.

“Ready for me?” he asked and you nodded. He tugged your knees around his hips and he leant between your legs and slowly entered you, inch by inch until you felt that wonderful fullness again. He let out a shaky breath and a gasp as he entered you. You felt so warm, so soft and so unmistakably you that he had a hard time moving for a moment for fear he might lose composure too soon and leave you disappointed for a second time. When you gave him the okay to move, Loba began teasing your breasts again, but you had other ideas for her.

“Sit-” A particularly drawn-out thrust from Crypto had your words misforming, “-On my face?” you asked her. Seeing as how Loba hadn’t garnered all that much from tonight’s proceedings, you were eager to make her feel good.

Her lips twisted into a smirk as she drew back from your chest, “Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” Crypto slowed his movements to let you two get comfortable. Loba now knelt beside your head, swung one leg over your head as you lay flat upon the bed so she now kneeled directly above you. It was the perfect access point. None of the pressure was on you, only what you wanted there to be.

Pulling her down by the hips until her core ghosted so close to your lips that your exhale made her shiver, you made sure you had a good enough grip on her even if all her weight was on your mattress. Crypto took Loba’s chin aiming for the heavens as his queue that you were comfortable again and started back at a slow pace. He always liked to alternate between almost teasingly slow, slow enough that you got needy when he pulled fully out of you, before you the exact pace that you needed from him.

Loba tried not to grind against your face but your actions did nothing to deter her from it. She was extremely responsive to any stimulation she received and your tongue was right up there as one of her favourite ways to be pleasured. Your strokes were careful, teasing and just how she liked it. Although your body jerked forward with each thrust from Crypto, Loba didn’t seem to mind and simply rocked her hips along your face in time with his movements. Each time he pulled back out of you only to fully sheath himself inside you again, a small gasp or moan escaped you. The vibrations just made Loba’s experience even better, small rhythmic cries falling from her lips.

When you felt Crypto’s fingers on your mound again, you had to lift Loba off you slightly to breathe. He always knew exactly where and how to touch you and even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his soft laugh at the sound you made when he circled your clit. The feeling of being filled over and over by his thick member was divine in and of itself, his girth allowed him to rub your walls with ease especially at the angle he had you in now. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he kept your lower half-raised slightly off the bed. But combined with his hands? It was difficult to concentrate on anything but.

The more you got distracted by Crypto, the needier Loba became, jerking her hips in tiny thrusts to enable some kind of friction. Your fingers dimpled the backs of her thighs to keep her in place as you tried to make up for your few distracted moments. She was getting close now, you could feel it. The poor woman wasn’t used to actually being on the receiving end of such things until she met you.

“I think I’m going to come,” Crypto said with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a barely spoken curse.

“Me too.” She whined, “Pick up the pace, Hacker.” She leant back on her heels to the point where she was nearly sitting on your chest now, a hand in your hair and the other keeping herself steady. Unable to tear her eyes away from your face as you worked on her, an intense ripple of pleasure rushed through her when your eyes met hers. As you tugged her clit back between your lips and sucked all whilst flicking it with your tongue over and over, she was done for. Her head dropped back and her hands now gripped your head with all her desperate strength as she cried a far louder noise than you had ever heard from her before. Her release fell from her entrance right onto your wait tongue, making sure to keep up the intensity until you felt her body relax within your arms.

“Shit!” Crypto cursed and you felt his cock again twitch within you as Loba rolled off to your side, “Are you close?” He asked, voice strained and breathless.

“Yes!” Now that Loba was off of you, you were free to reach forward and cling to him, nails digging into the back of his shoulders and dragging him back down onto the bed with you. With the new angle, his cock hit right where you needed it, the tip brushing over your g-spot over and over as his hand continued to work on your clit. You were almost there now, he could feel it. You felt so good, clenching and releasing around him as a new rush of moisture left you. Loba decided at that moment that sucking one of your nipples into her mouth was a good idea. Suffice to say: It was and it very nearly finished you off. You looked up at them above you, their focus solely on you as they worked and shaped your flesh to bring you the most pleasure they could.

It was only when Crypto leaned in to kiss you that you finally came for the third time that night. Neither he nor Loba ceased their efforts until your orgasm fully ceased. Wave upon wave of glorious pleasure washed over you. Your release was enough for Crypto to come again too, his face buried in your neck as he whimpered. Your oversensitive walls welcomed the sensation of him filling you again.

Loba collapsed at your side and Crypto basically flattened out on top of you before realising that maybe wasn’t the best idea and rolling off of you. Their hands were still on you. Gentle, loving caresses as you caught your breath and fully came down from your high. Your skin still pleasantly tingled from their touch, small shivers still coursing through from your orgasm. All three of you were spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Your muscles still felt soft but you knew you would be sore in the morning. All you wanted to do right now was to lay with them. Feel their arms around you and them in yours. Have Loba hold you from behind whilst Crypto buried his face in your shoulder and clung to you like a Koala bear. You just wanted to drift off in their arms.

But then the doorbell decided it was going to ring.

Crypto moved to get it but Loba stopped him. “No no no, you go to the bathroom. I’ll get it.” Before pulling Crypto’s shirt over her head again and attempting to fix her hair, she covered you with your sheets, a wad of cash in her hand ready for the delivery driver. She looked adorable in such a long t-shirt, so long it came to her mid-thighs. A plain black t-shirt with no shape and clearly sex-tousled hair yet she still looked like she belonged in a magazine.

“Pizza’s finally here!” She exclaimed, kicking the door shut behind her, a large flat box in her hand. Her other hand was empty and the massive bundle of cash was nowhere to be found.

“How much was the pizza, Loba?”

She shrugged as she set the box down atop your covers, “No idea, you know I like to tip big!” Crypto returned from the bathroom, wearing only his pair of sweatpants you had given Loba earlier, “Off you go, your turn.” She nodded towards the bathroom. She was very responsible when it came to after sex. As much as you wanted to sleep afterwards, she was always adamant you go clean yourself up first. It was one of her rare ways of showing how much she cared.

When you were finished, you toddled out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, feeling decidedly underdressed before Taejoon noticed you rummaging for something comfortable and tossed you the very shirt he was wearing that day, with a smile. That left none for him but he didn’t seem to mind. As you pulled the fabric over your head, you couldn’t help but inhale his scent that lingered.

The three of you sat on your bed in relative silence, eating the lukewarm pizza until your hunger ceased. For once, Crypto was the first to interrupt the silence when he left the bed to check up on the decryption status, “Another nine hours until the decryption is complete”.

Loba yawned, both from tiredness and at the thought of waiting nine hours for anything, “Well, in that case, we had better get comfortable.” She took the empty pizza box from your bed and discarded it by your desk.

After gathering up all the courage your tired brain could muster, “So… what do you say you guys both sleep here tonight?” You asked. Crypto was already stretched out at your back, his arms wrapping around you and his warmth seeping into you when he said, “No, I think we should awkwardly go back to our own rooms and talk in the morning.” You scoffed, knowing he was joking, he took every given opportunity to have you in his arms.

Loba stood at the edge of your bed like she was actually considering what he said to be something other than sarcasm. She rarely stayed with you after sex. Even in her own apartment, she would place a kiss on your temple then leave no doubt to pull some kind of heist. It was almost like she was afraid to get too attached to you like someone might take her from you as well as everyone else she had ever loved. But now, as she looked at you, your eyes all soft all and pleading, she thought back to only a few hours ago in the medbay when you fretted over Crypto and had told her you would do the same for her. She realised she could more than just meaningless material things and vengeance. She finally felt like she deserved more.

She sighed, “Well, alright. Not like I’m doing anything else tonight.” And so she clambered beneath the covers and into your open arms. “Have we done enough to satisfy?” She asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your legs were already beginning to ache and your entire body felt like each nerve ending and been caressed.

“Just being able to spend time with you both is already enough,” Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. You felt Crypto place a kiss on the top of your head as he allowed himself to relax a little more, his body near-painted onto the back of yours, “But yes, thoroughly. You’re both so wonderful that I never really thought to stop and wonder what it would be like to have you together and it was better than I ever could have hoped for. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Oh sweetheart, you do so much more for us than we could ever hope to repay.” She pecked your check.

“More than we deserve.”

“That’s not true, Ta-” you cut yourself off, “That’s not true. You shouldn’t have to worry about the Syndicate or Revenant trying to take you out every ten minutes. You deserve to be happy and safe a-and loved. As long as I’m around, I’ll do my best to make sure you feel that way. Because I know that’s not something neither of you have had in a very long time.”

Taejoon tightened his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest. He placed one hand over yours as you rested it on Loba’s side, his fingers interlocking with yours. That meant so much more to him than he would ever let on in front of Loba. Meanwhile, you could see the water pooling in the corners of her eyes as she looked at you so endearingly. She brought her lips to yours for a moment, in the softest kiss you’d ever felt from her before she nuzzled her nose into your cheek.

Sandwiched between them in a mess of warm and tangled limbs, you felt safe and for once, they did too. Loba was the first to drift off to sleep, her grip on you going lax as her breath evened. You felt Crypto shift behind you slightly, his arm beneath you no doubt beginning to go numb.

“It’s alright, you can rest. We’ll still be here when you wake up.” He whispered, voice as soft as he could make it.

And so you did. With Loba sound asleep in your arms and Taejoon wrapping you up in his, you let your tired limbs melt into the soft mattress below and your heavy eyelids close for the night.

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limitlessimagines · 2 years

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New Year’s Countdown Kiss with the Legends

Is all laughs and giggles, taking your head by their hands, and planting a big one right on your lips: Fuse, Gibraltar, Octane, Pathfinder

Is a little shy, but they got the spirit! The first kiss would be more of a brush, but go ahead and kiss them back because they definitely wanted it, but couldn’t do it themself lol: Bloodhound, Crypto, Horizon, Mirage, Wattson, Wraith

Is smooth about it! They speak into your ear and tell you they love you over the shouting in the crowd: Bangalore, Lifeline, Loba, Seer, Valkyrie

Is nonchalant about it. They let you kiss them. One may feel a burning passion inside, while the other is shrugging their shoulder lol: Ash, Caustic, Rampart, Revenant

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thebakunawa · 2 years

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you'll fit so nicely, you'll keep me intact

Continuation from this fic

"Perhaps you’d like to talk." You’re bound to a chair, metal clasps holding down your neck, your wrists, and your legs. The air buzzes with energy, you can feel it at the edges, threatening to overload your system once more. You attempt to struggle, as futile as it is and the voice laughs at your attempts. “If you’d simply tell us where the location of the actual map is, then you wouldn’t need to suffer.” There’s a low thrum, and you feel electricity crackle and you bite back a scream, and the interviewer tuts and shakes their head. “You needn’t be so bullheaded, your life isn’t worth much. We all know the She-wolf is only interested in you temporarily. Once your frivolity has faded away you’ll join the score of scorned lovers.” You shake your head, not willing to give up the location of the actual coordinates and instead bite down harder onto your lip, uncaring of the blood that floods your senses or the new wave of pain that passes through you as you do it. In the distance, you can hear Revenant talking, his voice distant but his presence makes the hair on your skin rise, enveloping you in fear and confusion. “Reliving your torture, I see.” His voice booms suddenly all over, and you flinch, trying to cover your ears but your hands were bound.

“Interesting...”

With a snap, you’re suddenly standing in an expanse of green. Beautiful, asymmetrical sculptures stand scattered around, and you realize with a pang, you’re in Olympus. The pain in your lip is gone, you look around wildly, expecting to see the lights from the room only to be greeted by the night sky. “Took you long enough to get here.” An amused voice greets you. You turn around, your heart aching to see Loba standing behind you, smiling at you. “I thought I lost you.” “Never—" The word stumbles out of you, desperate and you swallow, the memory of the torment fading away much too quickly until you’re left with a weird ache in your chest. "You’ll never lose me—I was just...admiring the place." "Yes, it’s very lovely." She turns her attention to watch the sculptures, to relish in the unusual silence in Olympus. No games were held here today. But even in the calm of the moment, you can see her shoulders tense, and you know why. "But hurry now, we have some business to attend to." “Of course,” you say, you know what she means. The codes, the map, everything was being set up. But a voice inside you is nagging. Telling you to focus, to wake up. But you push it away, walking in step with Loba who tilts her head towards a pair of buildings and walks. You follow, keeping up with her and for a moment you’re tempted to say something—to profess your love, make a stupid joke about something you’ve done with Gibraltar—until you realize how ‘fuzzy’ everything is. The grass usually so clear, you could see each blade of grass—was just a lump of color. Even then, each color turned from green to purple, as if unsure of its own appearance. Your heart sinks, and you look up at Loba, who had walked far, you can see her near the steps leading away from the gardens and you swallow, trying to call out to her. “Loba!” But she doesn’t turn around. She keeps walking, walking and walking and suddenly fear grips you and you want to run after her, hold her hand, shake her, ask her to look at you but you don’t. The nagging feeling intensifies, and the cool air, once so comforting makes your hairs rise and you turn around to see Revenant, sitting on a throne of what seems to be bodies, a skull chalice in his clawed hand and you can feel his amusement washing over you in cold waves. “Clever girl.” He says, swirling the drink. “But foolish. You really think death would have saved you from me?” His words send ice down your spine, and you realize where you are. Your realization makes Revenant smile. “How?” You croak out, you try to be brave, putting a front for the creature. “I should be dead.” “As should I,” Revenant chuckles. “But here I am, no longer in a meat-suit.” He sips from the skull chalice, looking at you with appraising eyes, a certain calm calculation around him you’ve never experienced before he shakes his head. “Give me the location.” You shake your head, your resolve firm. “Never.” Amusement and you shudder, wondering what could make a monster such as him so happy. “You think she still cares? You think she loves you?” Barely held back laughter seeps in his voice and you don’t know if it is anger or hurt that surfaces first—but whatever it was, it made him laugh. “You’re nothing—a nobody—no one cared about you, not even when you left. You think anyone noticed?” The words hit a chord. You never told anyone about that fear—not even Loba. You always pushed it away, lived in each moment that you could. But a part of you always whispered about being useless. As a Legend, you held your own but you just seemed weaker to everyone else. The only reason why you seemed to even stay was because Loba was interested in you. But even then the interest—although you refuse to believe it was just superficial—was a “Could be a way to get Bangalore jealous and pursue her,” Gibraltar had said at first, his words weren’t unkind, he was genuinely warning you. “Loba’s got some good stuff in her, brother. But she’s also got some bad.” Crypto had said “Someone has to be a filler,” when he had saved you from Wraith’s finisher, temporarily downing the Legend as he revived you. The words had stung, but it was easy to hide the tears as sweat as you heal yourself with the syringe. Of course, Loba would always welcome you with warm arms, ignoring whatever was being said. You dared never bring it up, afraid you would be ‘too much’ for her and swallowed the fear down. But it lingered, festering and growing into nightmares when Loba does not sleep by your side, which is most nights anyway. Your inner monologue must have been amusing because Revenant laughs once more, his voice scraping and grating over you that it makes your teeth ache as well. “You see? You’re nothing. She trusted you because she knows—she could kill you if you ever became a loose end.” You realize Revenant is enjoying this, watching your descent into madness and despair. You try to pull memories up, of the warmth she has when you’re together, the way you both let the stress of the world fade away. But you can’t reach it, all you see now is your fear. The once warm expressions turned into barely contained annoyance. It explains why she leaves often, doesn’t it? It explains why she can’t stomach being in the same team with you, flagging down Bangalore when she can, and her excuse, “I hate seeing you hurt, darling~” Seems to sound faker and faker each time you hear it. The final nail in the coffin happens when you see Revenant offer you the chalice. “Drink.” he says, his voice brokering no argument, no denial. Against your better judgment, you do. It tastes like motor oil and blood, it’s cold, viscous and it chokes you, drowning out your senses and you realize you’re Revenant, the anger and hurt you feel bleeding with his, a maelstrom of anger that all you want to do is see the world bleed. But a part of you rebels, fighting against the raging hate, trying to keep the last vestiges of your sanity as you watch Bangalore lead Loba into a room, a smile on both their faces, a secret kind of smile, reserved for private occasions. Your heart shatters, the sound audible in your ears, and for a moment you are angry, lost in the maelstrom of Revenant’s own feelings. You can hear him cheering, celebrating, poking through your mind, and memories, but you will not give the information over. It doesn’t matter if you were replaced—if you were tossed aside no longer the favored one. This was personal, you were not giving Revenant the satisfaction of winning. When you feel him brush close to the memory, to the actual location, you let go. Letting the madness surge around you and it’s the same comforting cold you felt in Olympus. It rushes around you, enveloping you in a hug you desperately need and you hear Revenants anger, pushing and prodding, forcing itself to reach you, the same forcefulness that is his entire being. But you’re tired. The void calls to you, the sweet siren song of darkness and madness that offers you comfort. Before, you had fought so hard to stop yourself from falling into it. But now, it’s the easiest decision you’ve ever made.

“Loba?” Bangalore’s voice is quiet, soft, the same gentleness when they had gone to Olympus together and passed by the restaurant. “Are you alright?” Loba paces by her desk, holding onto her cane, fiddling with her bracelet occasionally. She wouldn’t meet her eyes, but Bangalore can catch the trail of makeup in the dimly lit office. “No.” Loba croaks out, leaning against her desk, her arms folded against her chest. “I—I found something.” “What is it?” Bangalore asks. “Is it about...?” “Her.” Loba says plainly and Bangalore nods. Loba takes a deep breath, gathering her strength before continuing. “She didn’t sell me out.” “That’s...good news, right?” Loba sighs, her shoulders slumping but she nods in response to the question. Bangalore nods then, pressing on. “But what’s the problem? Maybe we can find her and you and her can talk this out. She can’t have hidden that well.” “You’d be surprised,” Loba replies dryly she waves a hand, the desk in the middle of the room lighting up and it reveals all the files. The various locations you had traveled, each sighting, each skirmish, all recorded to the last minute—Bangalore is impressed. She knew something was different about you, the Games never accepted anyone not worthy. Her thoughts are interrupted by, “Look there,” She looks at where Loba pointed, the bottom right corner, and finds a casket, a picture of Revenant beside it.. “Oh...” “Yes.” Loba sighs, and her voice trembled at the word. “I should have listened—I shouldn’t have turned her away then...” “You were hurting...” Bangalore shifts on the couch. “But we can still save her—we’ve got the firepower, we can bring her back—” “No. I’m doing that,” Loba says and there’s a fire in her words and Bangalore pauses. “I know you’ll argue with me—but I have to do this. I need to save her.” The determination is there and as much as she wanted to argue with her, she knows this was something Loba needed. She worries regardless, knowing that even if the Game rules protect them, it doesn’t guarantee that Loba won’t escape without a scratch. “If you’re sure...just be careful.” She relents eventually. Loba seems surprised about her agreeing—but she nods. “Thank you...” Bangalore smiles, “I know...you need to do this...but just call if you need any help—you know I’ll come out to help you both out.” “Thank you, Sergeant.” Loba smiles, the biggest smile Bangalore has seen since the incident. “Thank you, for being my friend as well.” “Always,” she smiles, the small pang in her chest intensifying somewhat but her smile is genuine. “I got your back.”

"Found her yet?" Crypto sighs, his drone circling through the abandoned buildings in Olympus, looking for any sign. “No, not yet.” “Okay...” Lifeline says and her drone is on her lap, while her gun is on top of her drone. She looks around nervously, keeping guard. “Ya think Loba’s gone far?” “No.” Crypto replies dryly once again. “She’s smart enough to know that isn’t a good decision.” “True.” Lifeline replies and fiddles with her gun, looking over it and keeping quiet once more, listening, but nothing seems out of place. She’s tempted to ask another question but thinks better against it. Mulling over the situation before Crypto surprises her by talking. “What did Loba offer you? To get you here?” “A few things.” Lifeline replies. In reality, Loba just needed to ask—you were rather close with Lifeline, bonding over your love for helping others, and though she was hesitant at first, when she found out you needed help she was willing to go find you. "What about you?" “Information.” Crypto replies and chances a glance at Lifeline, who was rather relaxed while guarding him. “We can move. I can tell Loba we moved to the next building over because I can’t find anything here.” “Alright,” Lifeline says, standing up, putting D.O.C back and pulling up her Mastiff and Crypto pulls out his Carbine. “Let’s go—you lead the way.” “Okay.” The trip to the next building goes without a hitch. They set up a secure camp in one of the rooms, double-checking for any traps and survey’s the area once more. It’s the same results: nothing and they move once more. Loba follows, occasionally popping up to tell them there was nothing there. They almost give up when Crypto’s drone picks up a signal in one of the buildings by the very edge of Olympus. It was the last zone they hadn’t checked—so they cautiously make their way over. Picking over the debris and the abandoned hotels and rooms when they find a small maintenance entrance. The strange signal strengthens, and they all get ready. Crypto sends his drone first, unable to see clearly in the dark as if obscured by something. But they’re all ready to push, to figure it out so he activates his E.M.P disrupting whatever signal it was hopefully before they all charge in. Loba is the first one in, barreling in almost recklessly and Lifeline follows soon after. Cursing under his breath, Crypto runs after them as well, slowing down when he hears their gasps. Immediately, he picks up speed again and runs full speed into the room only to skid to a halt. In the middle of the room was a giant coffin, similar to Revenant’s. It was thrumming, bathing the entire place in a sickly orange glow. A steady thrum echoes in the room and he realizes it’s a heartbeat. Before they can do anything, Loba takes a step forward, reaching out to touch the coffin but it turns to face them, the cover going transparent. Revealing you floating inside, a mask over your face, floating inside, wires attached to your arms and chest and neck.

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