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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 young lady like ya flirtin’ with me 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.”