#google fic

Shivers of anticipation run down your spine as you hear his steps approaching once more, the door opening and closing behind you. You don't make any move to look at him as he enters, and that earns you a hand running over the cusp of your ass for a moment.

"Good human." You are a little tempted to turn when you hear something heavy get set down on the floor, but you don't, simply staying put like you were told, though you do shift your weight on your knees, anticipation building for whatever is going to happen.

You hear a click, seconds later there is a hand on your hip, encouraging you to move backwards the slightest bit, causing what seems to be a dildo to brush against your prepared hole. For a moment you tense up, but you quickly relax, letting it enter you fully without any noise.

"Almost all nice and set up for me." Google comments, walking in front of you. You think he is gazing down at you, but it's hard to tell since you keep your eyes on his legs as you have not been told you can look up.

A hand appears on your jaw, fingers from his other hand pushing down on your lips so you open your mouth. A ball gag is placed in your mouth, the blue matching the shirt Google is still wearing. You let out a little whine, but are quickly silenced when your head is tipped back so your eyes can meet glowing blue ones. You can't say anything with the gag in your mouth, but you blink slowly to assure Google you understand that you are supposed to stay quiet.

He nods, letting go of your chin, walking backwards to sit down on the edge of your bed, back straight with his legs spread wide. You notice the remote in his hand as soon as he presses it, and the dildo in you draws back slowly, almost all the way out, before just as slowly pressing itself back in. The machine is making a low whirring noise, but you pay it little mind, keeping your focus on Google.

Google's focus is equally on you, watching how you drool around the gag, resisting the urge to push back on the dildo gliding in and out of you at a slow pace. You swallow the needy sound that threatens to come forward, the motion made a little difficult by the gag in your mouth. His eyes switch to your throat for a moment, but his posture doesn't change.

He plays over the remote in his hand, a bemused smirk appearing on his face as your eyes follow it.

"Such a great extension of myself, so much easier to observe you lose it for me." Another press of the button, and the machine speeds up, though not by much. You can't help but want it to be faster, but you keep yourself in check, focusing on him, and to not make any noise. Your eyes wander all over him, taking in his hair, his intense eyes watching you right back, the way his shirt hides the wonder underneath, the way his pants..... falls oddly flat? You blink, squinting for a moment. It's not like he is just not hard, you have seen that many a time, but like there is something missing.

Google, clearly noticing you staring, clears his throat, making you shift your focus upwards once more.

"The machine is a true extension of me, little human." He presses the remote control again, and it draws the dildo out of you almost completely, only keeping the tip inside.

Confused, your mind tries to think of what he means by those words. Had he built the machine himself? Had he done modifications to an existing model? Had he added a part of hims- You cut your own thoughts off, looking over your shoulder as quickly as you can without breaking your neck.

And indeed, what you thought was just another dildo that had just been inside of you, turns out to be Google's detached cock. Or at least a very fucking similar thing.

"Surprised?" You turn your head back around, being met with a grinning Google. "You really shouldn't be, you know other parts of me are changeable and detachable, so why not this?" His grin fades to a more neutral expression.

"I did not say you could look, with your smart little brain you should have not needed to look." A press of the remote, and the dil- no, his cock, enters you again, another press and it's going a lot faster than before. The pleasure of the drag makes you shake, the fact that it is Google inside of you instead of just a random dildo makes it feel even better.

"Your punishment is that you are not allowed to cum until I say so." You swallow as good as you can, hands curling up in fists on the floor as you nod and drool around your gag. He grins, leaning forward so he can rest his elbows on his knees.

"Now, let's see how much you can really handle." He watches you with rapt attention, probably noticing every move and noise you make. You try to do something similar to him, because you can every so often see the muscles in his thighs shift, like he is feeling something. You wonder how much, and if he can cum like this, because you certainly can.

It's going to be a long night for you both, stubborn as you both are, but maybe not too long for you. Depends on how evil he is with that remote.

Turning back around, you notice Google has closed his window and is looking at you.

“What?”

“My readings suggests you are angry.”

“They are fucking correct.”

“Why?”

“I work with idiots.” Google snorts as you walk over to the couch, plopping yourself down on the couch next to him.

“This is no surprise, all humans are idiots.”

“You’ve would think, but this is particular brand of idiots is something out of this world.”

“This is not the first time you have display dissatisfaction with your coworkers, I suggest quitting.” You groan, taking a sip of your vodka.

“Fucking can’t.”

“You-”

“Shut it and just let me ramble okay?” Google frowns, but says nothing, so you take that as a go ahead. 

You launch into an explanation about what your coworkers did that pissed you off so much, taking sips of your drink every so often.

You talk and talk, getting slightly less annoyed as you get to went it out. 

At one point, you move so you’re on your back on the couch, head in Google’s lap. He sends you a glare that would have made other’s over and move, but you’re not even fazed.

As you run out of word, you lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling as Google looks at you.

“I could kill them for you.” You snort.

“As tempting as that is right now, think I gotta pass.”

“Murder is illegal and all that.” You drink the last of your vodka as Google frowns down at you.

“I assure you, I know several ways to hide bodies and-” 

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, before I get too tempted.” You put your now empty glass on the living room table and sit up, grimacing as the world is a little more floaty now than when you laid down.

“I’m gonna go change, could you pick out a move for us to watch? Just whatever you feel like.”

“Sure.” You get off the couch and disappear into the bedroom, and Google stares at your door for a few seconds after it closes. He’s almost annoyed on your behalf. His weird little human.

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A few minutes later you’re back in the living room, changed into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. 

There’s something paused on the TV that you don’t recognise, and when you go to pick you your glass to fill it with more vodka, it’s no longer empty. You eye it, it’s filled with some orange liquid.

“It is orange juice, with vodka. I would prefer if you didn’t drink yourself to a case of alcohol poisoning.” Google comes out from the kitchen with a plate and some cutlery which he sets down on the table.

“I have ordered you some food, it will arrive in 20-30 minutes. Meanwhile, we have this movie.” He sits down on the couch, and you join him. He unpauses the movie, and you lean back with your drink in hand.

“Thank you.” Google doesn’t respond, but he does let you lean against his arm as the movie plays, and when the food arrives, he pauses the movie while you get your food. 

The night ends with you half-asleep against Google, a little drunk and full of good food. 

Google carries you to bed, joining you in it when you sleepily ask him to do so. 

"I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin." He says and your eyes widen.

Normally Google prefers to fuck you in a bed, citing that that is one of the main purposes of a bed other than sleep, but today that seems to have gone out the window as his hands grab your hips, pressing himself against you, trapping you between the wall and him, feeling his already hard cock against your own hardening one.

He dips down to kiss you, his lips hard against your own, his kiss dragging you in and not letting go.

You're barely aware of him opening your belt and pants, but you are certainly aware as his hand goes around your cock, thumb pressing lightly against the head.

You moan against his lips, he keeps kissing you as he slowly starts to stroke over your cock, and it takes more than a few moments for you to realize that his hand must have already been lubed up somehow, because the glide is smooth from the beginning.

Not that it really matters that much, because he strokes you to hardness and makes you leak in no time, being an expert in how to touch you to get you where he wants you. He momentarily breaks from your lips to whisper into your ear.

"Such a good boy, always so ready for me like you should be." You pump your hips up at his words, fucking into his hand, your own hands gripping his hair and one shoulder. For a moment his hand still on your hip disappears, and you have but a moment to wonder where it has gone before it pushes your pants and underwear down to your thighs to get access to your ass.

These fingers, also covered in lube, manage with minimal difficulty and awkward angles to reach down and press against your hole. He pushes in one finger first, just breaching you and holding it there for a moment.

You frown into his kisses, trying to rock down on his finger, but you can't get quite enough movement with how he has you while he kisses you. So you break the kiss so you can figure out how to, but it just gives Google a opportunity to speak in a low voice, stilling his hands as he does so

"Shirt, off." You swallow and nod, quickly taking it off, glowing blue eyes following the movement before falling on your chest.

You should feel ridiculous like this, crowded against a wall with your shirt off, with your pants and underwear only shoved partway down, but with the way Google is looking like he wants to devour you, you have no time to be.

He dips his head further down to bite at your shoulder, and at the same time starts to move both of his hands again. You moan loud, gripping onto his head and shoulders for dear life. You try to move against him as good as you can, but it's uncoordinated with how good it's all making you feel, so you let him have his way.

His way is luckily adding another finger, though only for a moment, as he makes a tsk sound, and removes his hands. For a second you are worried, but it doesn't last as he picks you up, removing your pants and underwear with the sound of tearing fabric, before moving your legs to curl around his waist as he presses you fully against the wall again.

"Light as a feather." He comments with a tone that somehow manages to be smug and monotone at the same time.

He holds you up with one hand on your hip with ease, his other hand going back to you ass, quickly filling you with two fingers again. You groan, though it's quickly drowned out as Google kisses you again. Your hand in his hair tugs on it, making him make a low growl with a digital clang you have come to love.

He might not have his hand on your cock anymore, but with how his body is pressed against your crotch it feels good anyway. You try to rub against him, but you can't really move much.

He's fully in control of everything, and you love it.

A third finger is added as he stops kissing you in favor of biting down on your shoulder again, adding yet another mark. His hand on your hip is holding you tight, and if you weren't sure it was going to leave a bruise, you certainly know it will after you clench around his fingers on purpose, trying to get him to just fuck you already without having to let anything but moans leave your lips.

Normally Google would probably have chastised you, or called you a weak human, or something like that, pretending that he didn't want it just as much as you because he was an android.

But today he doesn't, simply pulling his fingers out of you, replacing them with his cock after what seems like an eternity later, but is in reality mere seconds.

You don't even know when he had gotten his cock out, but it doesn't matter as it fills you up so perfectly. He had sculpted it for you both, and you love bouncing in his cock as a result.

He starts you off slow, both hands now on your hips. He moves you up and down at a leisurely pace, just feeling how you clench around him.

You lick your lips, tugging on his hair to get him to kiss you. He obliges, letting his lips dance over yours as his cock slides slowly in and out of you. You own cock leaks against your stomach, pre coating it as pleasure steadily builds.

You dig you fingers not in his hair into his shoulder as he fucks you, the pace not staying slow for long.

Instead he starts bouncing you up and down on your cock like it was what you were made for. He's extra warm to your touch, and every now and then you hear what sounds like a whir coming from deep inside him.

It's difficult to kiss like this, so he stops in favor of keeping marking you, and just breathing (or his version of it) against you when he's not bruising your skin.

The room is filled with the sound of fucking as he doesn't hold anything back, fucking loud moans out from you as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"Google, Google, G- Fuck!" You yell out between trusts.

"There you go little human, my name is the only thing that should leave your lips when you are like this." His voice has a metallic edge to it, a hollow clang that is not there is his normal speech.

You know how long he can keep going, and how long he can keep you going too, but tonight he seems more interested in making you cum than teasing you, so once more a hand circles your cock, pressing between your bodies.

He strokes your cock and moves you so perfectly up and down on his cock, making pleasure zap up your spine, and before you can really process it all, it all matches up perfectly, and you're spilling in his hand.

You groan, shaking as the orgasm draws out, seconds later Google follows suit, filling you up with his artificial cum, a click inside of him being followed by a groan from the normally quiet android.

Google lets you catch your breath, letting go of your cock, but keeps you pressed down on him still. You feel so full and so very satisfied, head drooping to rest on his shoulder.

When he has deemed a long enough time has passed, Google moves away from the wall, and though he slides out of you, he doesn't let you go.

Instead he carries you to the bedroom, where your bed has towels on it, which he sets you down on. You don't really stay seated, flopping backwards and closing your eyes, breath and heart not quite back to normal just yet.

"Fucking hell Google." He doesn't say anything, but you feel a light touch brush over the marks on your neck and shoulders, as well as the one on your hips. Opening your eyes, you look up at Google,though not before noticing he's still hard. You know he can stay hard for as long as he wants, and cum as many times as he feels like, and that combined with how he is looking at you gives you an idea.

"Google." His eyes move their focus from his marks to your eyes, as much as you're sure they don't really want to.

"If you get me a water and give me like five minutes to relax, you can fuck me as much as is.... humanly possible and safe for me." The lights in his eyes shift, shimmering for a moment, which you know means he's calculating.

Then he nods, saying nothing as he leaves the room, presumably to get your water. You close your eyes again and stretch.

You rather quickly realize it’s Google’s cock, the slight synthetic taste and feel of his pre-cum filling your mouth. He chuckles above, withdrawing just enough so his cock isn’t overwhelming you anymore.

“My readings said you needed the sleep, but you have also expressed desire to try somnophilia at an earlier point, so I simply indulged in that fantasy of yours.” His hips twitch forward again, his hand in your hair keeping your head in place on the edge of the couch.

You feel the drool going down the side of your mouth, adding to the pool of it you can feel pooling under your cheek. He must have been going for a while, and the thought of that makes heat pool in your stomach and your arousal stir. Google chuckles above you, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at the slow pace he has chosen.

“A perfect slut, even when asleep.” You groan around his cock, seconds later it hits the back of your throat again, making you choke.

“So willing, so desperate for a superior beings cock.” You try to bob your head along with him, but his steel grip on your hair keeps you from moving an inch.

“Mouth made to be filled.” Google speeds up, now almost every thrust of his hips pushes you down as far as you will go on his cock.

More often than not you choke, and your arm shoots out to grab at his hip.

Not to tap out, but to ground yourself, the feeling of just being used like this making arousal thrum throughout your whole body.

You make sure to suck and hollow your cheeks as best as you can, but it’s hard with how Google moves and fills your mouth. Not that you mind, heat pooling in your stomach, making you leak, and whimper around his cock. If your eyes weren’t closed and you weren’t at the weird sideways angle, you’re sure would be able to see him smirk as he groans, followed by a chuckle.

When he cums, it’s with a glitching growl of your name with his cock pressed as far in your mouth and throat as it will go. You drink down every drop of cum you can, but you know some spill out over his crotch and balls, so when he pulls out, you’re quick to lean forward to lick it all clean.

The noise Google lets out is rumble, dangerously close to a purr as you clean him up, making sure you get every drop into your mouth.

“What a pretty slut you are.” His hand in your hair is looser now, making you look up at him as he pushes a thumb inside your mouth and presses it down on your tongue.

“Kisses are required.” He frowns.

“I don’t see why that is necessary for wax play.”

“Technically not, but if you want me to get my clothes off, they are.” Google squints at you, then sighs.

“Fine.” His hands move to your hips, tugging you close as you can get as he moves his head down to slot his lips against yours.

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As Wilford keeps your head tilted toward him so he can kiss you, and Google keeps your legs open with his thighs, you have forgotten why you really ended up in this situation in the first place.

So when the warm wax drips on your stomach, you jolt in surprise, breaking the kiss to look down to the place where wax drops have already hardened.

Without saying anything, Google moves the candle, making a few more drops of wax hit your hip, almost threatening to run down onto the sheets.

“Interesting...” He watches where the wax has hit your skin, reaching out to peel off a drop, revealing the unharmed skin underneath.

Wilford moves down so he’s kneeling next to Google, watching with a wide grin and rapt attention as the android makes a trail up dripping wax up your abdomen.

Each drop of wax makes you shiver, the heat of it making your nerves dance on that wonderful line of pleasure, and not quite pain.

You moan softly, you too now watching the wax connect with your skin.

Though you can see every drop just before it makes contact with your skin, it still sends lines of shock mixed with pleasure, making sure you almost feel more sensitive to each new drop.

“Starting to see the appeal?” Wilford asks, though it’s clearly not directed at you.

“Yes, though further... investigation is needed.”

“Oh, feel free!” It does something to you hearing them talk about you like you have no say in the matter, though you know you do. That, with the now almost constant drips of wax makes you throb.

You whine, pushing your hips downward. Google ignores you, but Wilford grins at you, one hand coming to brush over your arousal.

You gasp then, not only at that, but also at the feeling of the wax making contact with a sensitive spot on your rib-cage that you didn’t even know you had. Wilford gasps almost in tandem with you as you grind your hips against his hand and Google’s front.

“Ohhh, getting eager are we honey?” You nod, which gets you a grin from Wilford, and an up and down look from Google that you know means he is scanning you.

“Google, my friend, move back a little.”

“I’m not- Whatever.” He tilts the candle back up, and moves so he’s not all pressed up against you, and for a moment you wish he would have just stayed, but then two lubed fingers find their ways inside of you. (When did Wilford even do that??)

“There, now keep going.” Google glances at Wilford with a deep frown, clearly not liking being told what to do, but seconds later another drop of wax comes down in the middle of your chest. You groan, now with the added bonus of clenching around Wilford’s fingers.

“Ohhh, they’re tight around my fingers like this, I suggest they should get something more, perhaps your cock, inside of them.” Google doesn’t even look at him, looking at and reaching out to brush against your arousal.

“Not yet.”

“Ah, a being after my own heart.” Wilford shallowly trusts his fingers in and out of you, and Google rubs over your arousal as he keeps dripping wax over you.

You want to touch them both so badly, but you keep your hands to yourself, though they twist in the sheets so hard you worry you might rip them.

Every drop of wax sends spikes of pleasure pooling to your gut, where they are worked even higher and deeper as their hands work over you.

It’s no surprise that your thighs start shaking rather rapidly, warning both of them that you are so close, so very close. Neither of them need any words, your actions more than enough as you moan and whine, moving against their hand as wax keeps dripping over you.

You throw your head back, groaning loudly as you cum, your back arching as you do so.

Their hands move away from you, but you feel Google drip some sort of pattern over your chest before the wax stops as well.

You pant, unclenching your hands as you come down, still sensitive and very sure that you have made a mess. Though when you look down, neither of them seem to mind, as Wilford grins, and Google picks at some wax on your stomach.

“Google, you rascal!” You’re confused for a moment, but then Wilford pokes your chest, making you look down.

There, very clear and visible, if slightly mixed with the rest of the wax, is a capitalized ‘G’.

Wilford slaps Google’s shoulder, the glare Google sends him in return making you laugh.

“Watcha think sugarplum?” You grin, moving to sit up so you can get a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Surely you can just look it up.”

“I already have, but what I do not get is why not just fuck then.”

“Well, sometimes, you don’t have the time or space to do it, like on the couch or in a car. And sometimes, it just feels nice.” Google tilts his head, and you close your laptop with a sigh, putting it down on the floor.

“You know, you can just ask directly when you want something.”

“I do not know what you mean.” You roll your eyes, but open your arms and legs as you shuffle down the couch, your head coming to rest against the armrest and the pillow that was behind your back. You make grabby motions at Google, who frowns, but obliges, and settles between your open legs. You settle your hands on his hips.

“See, isn’t this nice already?”

“If you are referring to me on top of you, then yes, this-” Google stops talking as you pull his hips down into yours as you roll your own up, causing him to choke off a groan. You grin, and he sends you a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me again.”

“You sure? You asked for this.” To emphasize your point, you roll your hips up once more, brushing your already hardening cock against his bulge.

“Yes, I am sure. Now- hmp!” You pull him into a kiss. You feel him grumble against your lips, but he kisses back.

The kiss deepens as his tongue licks along your bottom lip, asking entry. You open for him, letting your tongue meet his.

He is heavy on top of you, but it is a nice weight to move against. Your cock is hard in your pants, and you can feel Google’s artificial one start to move and harden too.

Google’s hand starts to wander towards your belt, but he is stopped by your hand on his wrist.

“Ahaha, you wanted to try dry humping, that means no touching.” Google frowns, but moves his hand back to your hip. Your own hands move to grab at his hair and his ass, pulling him into you as you grind your hips up.

“Come on now, are you going to make me do all the work here?” Google looks down at you, and there’s the briefest of flashes of blue in his eyes. Then his hand is in your hair, tilting your head back to kiss at your neck, and his other hand shifts to your leg, pulling you open for him as he grinds down, hard.

You moan out loud, clutching at him as his hard form moves against your own, noticeably softer one.

“There you go!” You laugh towards the ceiling, which quickly turns into more moans and groans as Google keeps moving against you.

He tries several different speeds, calculating which will offer you both the most.

As soon as he finds it, he is quick to settle into it.

Next thing is to find the perfect pressure, and it only takes seconds to find it. It’s enough that you’re more or less pressed into the couch with each roll of his hips, but not enough to hurt. Instead, the friction against your cock is perfect, and you find yourself a panting and moaning mess underneath him in almost no time.

His cock brushing against yours even with at least two layers of fabric between you is making you see stars, pleasure zipping up your spine.

Your cock twitches in your pants, and you know you’re close to cumming, ready to come untouched for the first time in quite a while.

It feels so good, and even like this you can tell Google is close, his movements not as even as before, and you can hear some of the fans inside of him kick into high gear.

You tug him away from your neck so you can kiss him, and as he licks his way into your mouth, you cum.

You kiss Google through it, rolling your hips up to get that delicious friction down to the last drop.

Only when you get too sensitive do you push him away. He frowns, and you know he has not cum yet, his still hard dick pressed against your front a solid proof of that.

“Give me a second, there are downsides to being human.” Google frowns still, but you can tell he is trying not to smirk at you admitting humans have a flaw that androids don’t.

You take a deep breath, licking your lips and moving your legs a bit as you assess how you feel.

Mostly you feel sticky, but it was hot, and now you want Google to come in his pants too. It would only be fair. But you don’t think you can handle Google grinding down on you, but you have an idea.

Pushing at his shoulder, and with some maneuvering, Google is sitting up right on the couch with you in his lap. You wind your arms around his neck as his hands settle on your hips, and grin down at him.

“Now it’s your turn.” Google raises a brow, and then you grind down on him. His hands on your hips tighten, grunting as his hard cock, still trapped in his pants, rubs against your still clothed ass.

You keep moving your hips down against Google, and soon enough he gets with the program, moving his hips up as you move yours down.

At one point it shifts so it’s mostly Google pulling you down on him as he pleases, and you already know there is going to be bruises on your hips later.

You don’t mind that at all, and though he won’t say so, you know Google likes to see his marks on you. Probably something about androids being superior to humans or something like that.

Not that you think he feels like that at the moment, grinding against you, still fully clothed as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm with every second.

You kiss him, and his breath is so warm against your lips. His mouth is one of the ways he expels air when he gets too hot, so you know he is close.

You barely have time to finish that thought before he cums, hands on your hips stilling as he holds you down against him as he cums. You can feel him twitch and spill inside his pants. You moan at the feeling, Google groaning in response to it all.

“See, how about that?” You grin down at him, hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Not too bad, but further experimentation is required since I still do not see why not just fuck.”

“Sure, I got a few ideas.” You fail at hiding your grin as you lean down to plant a brief kiss on his lips. “But I think we should clean up first, don’t you?”

“Cleaning up the mess is another downside I see to dry humping.” You roll your eyes as you get off him, Google quickly follows.

“Yeah, yeah, just get into the shower with me. Save water and all that.”

“So I should ask for things directly, but you don’t have to?” He mocks your words from earlier, and you reach out your tongue at him as you grab his hand to drag him towards the bathroom.

“Whatever, come on now, I’ll help you get cleaned up. And by that I mean I am going to suck your dick. That direct enough for ya?”

You had merely comment that there was certain things you needed another human for. They had taken that as a challenge, and this is how you find yourself in the current situation.

On your knees on your bed, more or less surrounded by all four Googles. They all have their shirts on, but are naked from the waist down. 

At least this way you differentiate between them all.

Green is standing right in front of you, coaxing your mouth open with his thumb, sliding his cock in as you open up for him. Red is on your left, grasping your hand and moving it to his cock. Yellow is on your right, kneeling next to you, hand moving along your stomach and chest, occasionally pinching a nipple. Blue is behind you, slowly starting to work you open with lubed fingers. 

It’s a lot, and you can’t really concentrate on any specific feelings or sensations, your attention being dragged in multiple directions. You try to suck Green off as well as you can, at the same time jerking off Red, and pushing back on Blue’s fingers. Yellow pinches a nipple before sliding down to brush against you. You moan around Green’s cock, causing his hips to snap up against your face.

You almost choke on his cock, but Green pulls back enough so you can gather yourself and get back to sucking him off properly.

It’s not long before lubed fingers are replaced with a lubed cock, pressing against your hole. You draw in a sharp breath as it slowly slides into you, not stopping to give you a let you adjust, instead you’re moved up and down Blue’s cock by his hands on your hips.

It gets difficult trying to focus on sucking off Green and jerking off Red at the same time, so you let your mouth go slack around Green’s cock as you look up at him. Green understands, and starts fucking into your mouth, one of his hands finding its way to your hair. Yellow groans at the sight as you try to jerk off Red as best as you can. Yellow’s hand is still on you, and it speeds up.

All the sensations and noises, and everything happening, is pushing you quickly towards an orgasm. You can tell it’s going to be intense by the way your legs starts shaking way before the orgasms even fully hits, and then you’re coming, hard.

You can’t keep up any form of coordination, letting go of Red’s cock to grasp at Green’s thighs, moaning as good as you can with your mouth still being used. 

Yellow’s hand moves off you, and just seconds later you can hear the unmissable sound of someone jerking off. You glance over at Yellow, and then Red from where you’re holding on for dear life to Green’s thighs as he and Blue fucks you. 

They both have their hands on their cocks, and you groan as Green tugs at your hair to get your attention back to him. He stops fucking your mouth, his fingers sliding along your lips where they’re stretched around him.

“I’m going to fill your mouth, and then Blue is going to fill your hole. After that Yellow and Red will do the same. Understood?” You nod, mouth still full, and he grins, starting to fuck into your mouth again. Blue never stopped fucking you, but something he does makes you see stars, making another orgasm fast approaching.

You come as Green fills your mouth, Blue doing the same to your hole. Green is early silent when he comes, only a single grunt as he spills down your throat. Blue is more vocal, although not by much, as he comes inside you, grunting as his hips stills with his cock emptying inside of you.

They both pull out of you, quickly replaced with Yellow’s cock pressing into your hole and Red’s cock sliding into your mouth. You moan as they start fucking into you, their pace making clear that they’re both close.

You hear something click from somewhere, and then Yellow’s cock is vibrating inside of you.

You scream, so sensitive from your two orgasms, but it feels so good. You’re muffled by Red’s cock fucking into your mouth, but the vibrations of your voice must feel good, as with a few pumps of his hips he’s coming.

He pulls out, some of his come leaking out from the corner of your mouth. He catches it with his thumb, pressing the finger into your mouth, making you suck on it as Yellow keeps fucking you with his still vibrating cock.

“Fuck! I-I’m!” You can’t even get anything coherent out of your mouth, you hear one of the chuckle as you’re pushed over the edge for a third time that night.

Yellow follows closely behind, his cock stopping vibrating as he stills inside as he comes. He pulls out with a groan and you almost face plant onto the mattress when you’re not hold up anymore, but manage to twist yourself so you land on your side.

Turning over onto your back, you put an arm over your eyes, not wanting to see of smug they probably all look with how fucked out you feel, and most likely look as well.

“Are you sure you need a human still?” You’re not even sure who’s asking, the huff you let out is almost a laugh.