Specops x reader smut

Chapter 3-Riots

You find yourself pinned down by Brett. After you cleaned yourself up a bit and he recovered from your sloppy head, you were itching to finish. He kisses you roughly, moving to tease at your neck. He slowly kisses down your legs, pushing them open with his hands. He moves a pillow under your hips to elevate you and make you more comfortable, then gets to work. He pushes your legs up by your head, giving him a perfect view of your sopping pussy. He starts with his same technique-tongue swirling around your clit while he sucks on it like mad. You're sweating and squirming and overstimulated, but his firm hand on your hip keeps you from moving. He teases your lips with the tip of his finger, making you cry and beg for him. 

"Brett," you whine "please just let me cum" your chest is heaving and you don't know how much longer you can hold it. He growls slightly "If you cum before I say so, you'll be punished." You don't even have the heart to respond as he starts to rock two fingers into you, curling them expertly to stimulate your g-spot. Finally, just as you feel like you might cry, Brett looks up. He takes in your quivering, sweaty body and laughs. "Good girl. You can let go." He finishes you off easily, finally allowing you to release all the built-up pressure. You arch you back, gripping the sheets and letting out a heavy, strangled moan as you orgasm, squirting all over his bed and hand in the process.

Your body falls limp, exhausted and worn out. No one has ever made you cum like that, ever. You hardly even know your name at this point. Brett softly and tenderly kisses you, doing a good job with after care as he gently dresses you and cleans you up. 15 minutes later and your breathing remains heavy and shaky, as if your orgasm is working it's way through your whole body. Brett moves around you, cuddling you gently. You roll around to face him, running your fingers through his hair and taking in his handsome face. The two of you pass out curled up next to each other. 

You wake up early the next morning, starving. You haven't eaten in 24 hours and you've endured a LOT over the last day. Brett's an early riser and is getting dressed at the end of the bed. You move quietly behind him, kissing his shoulder. He turns around, pushing you to the bed and kissing you softly. Your fingers are back in that soft, shiny hair and just as his head starts to drop, there's a knock at the door. Brett's head is nuzzled in your neck, ready to leave another purple bruise. With a groan he pulls open the door. 

Richie grins and does that thing where he raises an eyebrow, questioning every part of a situation. He's dressed in a loose grey tank top and basketball shorts and is eyeing you like he wants a piece. You can't help but fantasize about it. He looks strong and has broader shoulders that Brett. Still tall but not towering in the same way. You know without any second thought that he too, is packing. You try not to wonder how much and if you could take him-better yet, take them?  You're not ashamed of your libido-months of quarantine has left you hungry and needy. Brett seems uncomfortable with Richie staring. He stands in the door frame, trying to block you from Richie's sight. 

"Morning Brett. Y/n." He gives you a nod and small wave, which Brett shakes his head at. "Got another protest today. Looking like it'll be peaceful today." He added. Brett paused, "Right, let's eat then head out. Y/n, you coming?" Brett turns to face, careful to block your body, which is wearing only a slightly oversized t-shirt, from Richie's eager gaze. You already feel bad for missing yesterday's protest, so going today is a no-brainer. 

The three of you amble to the kitchen. You take a minute to get down, legs feeling wobbly and unsure after last night's work. Your group eats and chats, planning things for today's protest and future ones as well. You head back up to get dressed. If you're going to be staying here for much longer, you'll need some fresh clothes. You packed a few extra pairs in case of tear gas, but weren't prepared for multiple nights at a strangers house. Brett didn't feel like a stranger anymore, though. He was friendly and easy to talk to you, and you found he understood your sense of humor. Plus, he had the most incredible body and face you'd ever seen. You put on the same clothes from the first riot, which now are a bit faded and gross. 

"Hey, I'll need more clothes. And um some things from my apartment." you say to Brett as you change. He pulls on his riot gear, which you now have come to find as sexy and protective instead of isolating and intimidating. "Of course. You don't have to stay here if you feel better." He adds quietly. You feel conflicted. While you've spent nearly every waking moment with him over the last few days, it's not like you're just going to move in with a new friend/fuck buddy. But deep down you feel that he's more than that, that you have a true connection with him. And you're certain you don't want to leave. "Would it be alright if I stayed a bit longer? I feel better. I just live alone and....rent my apartment, it's lonely sometimes...." You trail off, feeling sheepish and unable to put your feelings into words. Brett's fully dressed with only his helmet missing. He walks over, giving you a long, passionate kiss. Your chest tightens and you wonder if you'll ever be able to bring yourself to leave. His gear is heavy and firm on your body, pressing into you. 

He pulls back suddenly, leaving you high and dry. He smiles, "I would love for you to stay. We can head by your house after today's protest. Now we've gotta get going." You flush and nod, loving how much control he had over you. When he kissed you like that, you swore you'd never leave his side. Your group heads out the front door, and you feel tiny and so very safe next to these men. They towered over you on either side, Richie's dreads slipping out from under his helmet being the only true identifier. They looked so badass in their gear. You shifted your leggings a bit, trying to focus on the protest instead of thoughts of getting your back blown out by the two of them. 

For once, the protest passed by in a largely uneventful manner. Police got a little touchy but you jumped in front of anyone you could, leading a powerful chant of "Hands up, Don't Shoot" until the cops backed off. Brett and Richie spent the day helping others. It was strange to hear people laugh and call them "Specops", "Tank", and "Riot" when you knew their true identity. Not that you would ever be a shitty person and leak their identities. At one point, Brett saw a group of police and before heading over the them, warned you to stay where you were or he'd "punish" you. There was that word again! "Punish". It certainly got you hot and bothered, but what did he even have in mind? "Tank" starts putting on a show, cursing out the police and emasculating them as much as possible. You stood and watched for a few minutes, but curiosity got the best of you. You snuck quietly into the crowd, making sure you could see him, but he couldn't see you.

For his grand finale, he flipped of each and every cop there, then headed back to where you'd been standing. He paused for a second, making sure he was in the right place. He was baffled at the idea you wanted to be punished. You held in a laugh as he wandered through the crowd, women and men a like grabbing at him and calling him as he passed. He started to move more aggressively. He was very gentle and careful not to hurt the protestors or even brush them in the wrong direction, but his movements were sharper and quicker. Feeling nervous, you step towards him. His quick movements cause him to nearly knock you over as you appear in front of him. Without another word, he grabs you by the arm and pulls you away from the crowd.

He pulls of his mask, eyes shining in annoyance, perfect hair tousled by movement. "What the hell were you thinking? All I asked was for you to stay there. You had me worried, seriously worried." His sudden change in personality caught you off guard. You didn't realize he cared that much about you. "Brett I'm sorry I can expla-" he cut you off. "You don't have to. If you want to get punished, I can punish you." 

(A/C: Thank you for the support so far! Please share this story and all that <3 I'm planning to put up at least two chapters a day but hopefully more like 3 or 4 because Tank's just giving inspiration constantly. Please drop any ideas or suggestions in the comments as well! I want this to be a more fleshed out fic that gives the Specops personalities and backgrounds, while also writing tons of graphic smut. Hope you guys enjoy!)

(A/C: Check out my new enemies to lovers series! 'My Bully, My Lover' is out now!