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Jude lands his hit on Mugm, swinging through the air, and-
“Okay! Okay, okay, chill- I'm, like, half a heart. Okay. Chill.” Mugm starts, attempting to calm down the situation, even as he's been smashed to the ground. Having stilled, Jude's pheromones hit him smack dab in the face. Stupid alpha with his stupid, strong, bubblegum smell. Why the fuck does an alpha even smell like bubblegum of all things? Nonetheless, there's no time for stupid games. Mugm quickly moves to scramble up off the ground and opens his mouth again, “I'm-”
He can barely get out the words before he's pushed. Dazed from the hard hit and the strong scent, Mugm can't even put up a proper fight against Jude pinning him to the tree behind him. Jude's mace pressed to his chest, keeping him there. Okay. He's fucked, royally fucked. But, maybe he can squeeze his way out of this. He's gotten out of worse before.
Lettuce runs up to them, stopping right next to them. His ear tufts flicking out of excitement.
“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.” He mocks. His grassy scent is quite strong, for a beta, pure adrenaline surely ramping it up. Right - Lettuce is a hunting species. He's built to enjoy the chase. Even if he's a beta, it's bound to feed into his instincts. The two combined scents filling the air smother Mugm.
A chuckle from Jude. “How ironic, huh?”
Falcon finally catches up to them, HD following just behind. “What's ironic?” Falcon quips, taking in Mugm's face. He's sure he looks a mess right now, sweat dripping from his face, heavy breathing pushing his chest up and down in quick increments. His eyes are darting around - looking for a way out. This is getting worse and worse with the second. And the added on heightened pheromones from both the alpha and the beta don't help much, either. Fuck. Why does a chase always ramp up everybody's fucking scents?
Mugm's pretty sure he's about to throw up from the horrible mix of scents. Honestly, why does a chase also have to ramp up his sense of smell?
“Look, we can talk about this, I-”
Jude laughs. “Yeah? What's there to talk about, loverboy? Stalling for your boyfriend to show up?” Jude chuckles, scent spiking.
Mugm grimaces at that in response. “Don't be stupid, Nezo's not my-”
“Ooooh, Judey didn't even mention Nezo. Caught red-handed.” Lettuce giggles. Takes another step closer. Right. He almost regrets fucking with the cats. Almost.
“Lettuce,” Mugm redirects, looking him in the face. He does his best to put up a confident attitude. The tanginess in his scent seeping through, indicating obvious fear, isn't really helping his case. He's praying on the fact that, being relatively new to the server, maybe they won't know. “C'mon- We both know this is stupid, just, lift the bounty and we're all good, like-”
Mugm yelps when he feels someone nose his scent gland. He's not able to startle much, still being pinned to the tree by a mace and all, but he can move his hands up to slap the culprit's - Falcon. Of course - face away. “What the fuck are you-?!”
“Yeah, I knew it was your scent. Orange. None of the others here really smell similar. How fun.” Falcon notes, grinning. Fucking alpha freak.
Mugm shoots him a dirty look. “Get the fuck away from me, I-”
“Yeah yeah, Mugm, alright. Let's cut to the chase.” Lettuce intercepts. “You killed my cats. It's only fair you die in turn. Which, Jude, why isn't he dead yet?”
Mugm swallows, throat bobbing. He eyes his hearts - half a heart left. He really is royally fucked here. Even if he escapes, they'll just keep chasing him again and again until he does die. Lettuce put a good fucking price on him.
“Well, he asked to ‘chill’. Just thought I'd give you an opportunity to think… other options over. No?” Jude grins, looking down at Mugm.
Mugm looks back at him, frowning in disgust. Ugh.
Lettuce scoffs. “What? Like taking pity on him? He didn't have any mercy for my cats either.” The beta rolls his eyes as he says the last part, crossing his arms over.
Jude huffs, amused. He eyes Falcon, who, somehow, seems to get the message. When Jude drops his mace, there's immediately a sword at his throat instead. No chance of escape.
“Well…” Jude starts, smirking at Mugm. He just knows a tone like that can't be trusted. Especially not coming from Jude. “I was just thinking… maybe we could take a more… equal revenge? He may not have cats or other pets, but,” Jude cups the front of Mugm's pants. “He has a perfectly good pussy we can put to use.”
That seems to perk HD's interest, now suddenly peaking out from over Falcon's shoulder. “Oh, Letty, can we? That sounds fun. C'mon.”
Lettuce still has his arms crossed, frowning. The suspense is - fuck. Mugm could tap out right now. He knows the server-wide safeword. Knows they would respect it, too. Especially Lettuce would. And, well, he's the one with the bounty in hands.
But… it's been a while since he's had a fuck that could be as fun as this one. And it's a whole lot better than losing his immortality. He glances over at Lettuce, shooting him a sharp look. But his mouth stays shut.
Lettuce finally gives way, dropping his arms with a sigh. “Fine. I guess, I can consider calling it even between Mugm and me after that.” HD lets out a cheer, seemingly eager to start. Jude moves his hand forward, pulling a gasp from Mugm's lips. Asshole. Mugm glares at him. Before they can really start, Lettuce adds on one last condition - “That is, if he gives me a good enough show.”
Goddamn it. He just hopes Lettuce plays fair.
“You're not joining us?” Falcon asks, dropping the sword. Mugm isn't going to run anymore, anyways. Jude takes the opportunity to press his lips to Mugm's jaw.
“Nah,” Lettuce says, shrugging. Mugm tries to fix his eyes on him over Jude's head, but, the fucker is really persistent on getting in the way. “I'm fine just watching.”
“Your loss.” Jude chuckles. He pulls away, finally. And, suddenly, when Mugm now takes in the group, they're all surrounding him in a semi-circle. Speaking of semi, he's getting pretty close to sporting one. He blames it on all the stupid groping. The large whelm of alpha surrounding him, definitely doesn't have anything to do with it.
The next pair of hands on him are HD's, unclasping his armour piece by piece. It's a little nerve wracking to be completely without armour in a group of very much armoured, higher health players, but, whatever. He doesn't have much to say about the matter. At least Falcon's moving to take his own off, too.
Actually - so is Jude. Seemingly a bit more impatient. His armour is thrown off in a few seconds. Then, he's placing down an enderchest. The act alerts Mugm.
HD chuckles, getting the last armour piece of Mugm. “I can smell that you're on edge.” She says through a laugh.
That gets Falcon curious. “Really? Wait, let me...” And all of a sudden he's all up in Mugm's personal space. Which he just tenses more at, which, really? His omega has got to stop being so stupid. It's just some alphas. No big deal.
It doesn't matter - Falcon's nose is already all up in his neck's scent gland, again. And suddenly- a lick over it. It startles Mugm, placing his hands on top of Falcon's shoulders. Ready to push him away. Then, his eyes find Lettuce, having found a place to sit off to the side. He's raising his eyebrows at Mugm's movement. Mugm grits his teeth, dropping his hands back to the side.
He's not baring his neck for Falcon, though. That's too far for him.
The feeling is weird. The licking over his scent gland isn't new, but, combined with Falcon's alpha pheromones - his woody scent penetrating Mugm's nostrils - it almost makes his body want to melt.
Mugm does his best fighting it. Obviously. He's not about to just hand himself over to some stupid alphas just because they're alphas. But he can't help the way some of the tension still manages to leave his body.
Then, suddenly, HD is back. Armour now also discarded. She pulls Falcon away for a kiss. It's quick, easy, like they've done it before. They probably have.
Mugm gets lost in watching them, so much so that when Jude's suddenly to his side he jumps up with a yelp. It pulls a giggle out of Lettuce.
Mugm quickly recovers, snarling at Jude. “Fuck, can't you give a guy a warning if you're going t-” Jude shuts him up with a kiss, grinning into it. That kind of pisses Mugm off more. He's not just some plaything. He's a real human being who would like to not be dismissed with a kiss, thanks.
Except, Jude's kind of a good kisser.
And when there's a hand cupping the front of his pants again, Mugm's dick definitely half hard by now, he can't help the little groan that slips out. Jude takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in Mugm's mouth.
“Heeey,” HD complains loudly, apparently done kissing Falcon. “Stop having all the fun by yourself, Jude. I want some too.”
Jude pulls back from the kiss. Mugm, embarrassingly, chases it just a little before he can catch himself. Fuck. He wants to punch that stupid grin off Jude's face.
“Yeah, sure.” Jude says, looking at HD. His face is still way too close to Mugm's for comfort. “You wanna switch? Or do prep?”
Mugm frowns. “Do I get a choice in this?”
Before anyone else can reply, Lettuce cuts through with a grouchy “No.”
Jude looks back at Mugm, shrugging with a faux apologetic look on his face. He doesn't seem to actually mind Lettuce's - apparently executive - decision at all.
“I'll do prep, then.” HD says, getting back to the task at hand.
Mugm lets out a sigh. Tries not to make it too obvious it's a sigh of relief. Not that he would've genuinely protested if someone else did it, but… For some reason, the beta in the group doing it, not one of the alphas, does ease his mind a little bit.
“Sure. Here.” Jude hands her a bottle of lube.
Which, actually… Mugm is quite grateful for. He doesn't tend to produce as much slick as most omegas. Definitely not as much as Nezo, he thinks. Especially so when he's not even in heat.
He freezes up when there's hands at the waistband of his pants. Falcon.
His eyes dart over to HD. Busy with the lube.
Falcon raises an eyebrow at him. Mugm glares at him. Then, pulls his hips forward, off of the tree. Just enough to create space for Falcon to pull his pants and underwear down. He kicks them off, out of the way.
A hand pulls his head to the side, back into another kiss with Jude. Mugm gives in to it.
Then, there's a wet finger at his front, pressing in-between his folds. He startles a noise into Jude's mouth.
The finger is small, smooth. Not too much.
Jude places a hand on the side of his head, deepening the kiss, distracting him just a little bit. Not enough for Mugm to not tense when the finger presses against his hole, trying to enter. Mugm shudders through a breath, and, it somehow calms his body down significantly. Enough for HD to be able to press her finger in, fucking it up into him with a slow, rocking motion.
It takes Mugm for Jude to pull away that he realises it's only because Falcon smelled he was nervous, releasing pheromones of his own to calm the nerves. That's the only viable explanation for the increase of woody scent around them, and his own physical reaction, at least.
He pulls his head away from Jude to glare at Falcon. ‘Cause, fuck you, Falcon, he could've managed just fine by himself. Falcon just snickers at him.
He doesn't have time to open his mouth to start arguing, ‘cause suddenly HD is pulling out, and, a clearly distressed noise leaves him instead. It feels good, he doesn't want her to stop, yet-
HD didn't stop. Instead now coming back with a second finger, pushing both into him.
Mugm huffs, doing his best to cover for the embarrassing, needy noise from earlier. It obviously didn't go missed, ‘cause Falcon is smiling at him all stupid like he won some fucking bet they weren't even playing.
Suddenly, there's a tug at his shirt. Jude's still there. Right. Mugm moves along, reluctantly lifting his arms up.
Bad idea. The way Falcon's eyeing him up and down, he feels more and more like a piece of meat for sale.
And, well, Mugm can't keep his stupid mouth closed for long. Obviously.
“Take a picture,” he snarls at Falcon. “It'll last longer.”
Right then HD curls her fingers up inside of him, pulling a quiet gasp from him.
He's met with a grin. “Of you, like this, right now? Yeah. I'd love to. It's a rare sight to see.”
Jude huffs an amused laugh at Falcon's comment. “Yeah. Good idea. Do you even know how jealous that would make Sharp? And, like, half the server, too. What do you think Nezo would say?” He teases Mugm with a smile.
HD pulls her fingers out, again. Mugm opens his mouth, again. “What the fuck is that even supposed to- Oh, fuck.” He curses out under his breath when HD enters him again - three fingers, this time.
“He takes it so pretty.” She comments, sounding mesmerised. When Mugm lowers his gaze down at HD kneeled beneath him, it spreads a brush across his face how she's just… Looking at her fingers disappearing inside of him, then coming out again, just to repeat the process. God. He's ended up with three completely, completely different people. It's kind of throwing him off.
“Fuck” Mugm gasps out, hips pushing forward to meet her fingers when she curls them up into a particularly good spot.
There's someone mouthing at the joint of his neck and shoulder, for some reason, pressing kisses there. It's probably Jude. Mugm can't be asked to look up and see for sure. The sight of HD fucking her fingers into him, god. God. He can't help the little stutters of his hips, meeting her halfway.
Not until a hand enters the frame, forcing his hips still. Mugm looks up, ready to protest, face to face with Falcon again. Falcon just leans forward, distracting him with a kiss.
Mugm doesn't want to admit it, but, it's good. All the different sensations, all over his body.
It's nothing like the one-on-ones he has with Nezo. He tends to take charge when it's just the two of them, even if they're both omegas - Mugm just easily falls into the role. And, Nezo beautifully fulfills the other one. But Mugm didn't know it could feel so good like this, too.
He takes in another, deep, breath of wood and bubblegum and a faint hint of melon and- since when has he been taking in breaths of their pheromones purposefully? Shit. It doesn’t even matter. It’s good. So good. And he’s close. Closer than he should be, so early in.
Then, a mouth envelops his cock.
He moans, or, more like whines, a sound he's never even made before during sex. Fucking hell. Fucking hell.
Mugm knows Nezo goes off to alphas to spend his heat, sometimes. And also just because he likes it from time to time. Mugm just didn't know sex with alphas could be this good.
It's not that sex with omegas is bad. It's good in it's own way, fulfilling a lot of the desires he has. But Mugm can't deny the fact that being serviced like this, being - fuck, being scented like this, he realises belatedly, he’s practically drowning in their pheromones - feeds into desires, instincts, he's neglected for a long time. Out of fear, probably. Maybe just habit. Infatuation with Nezo, no interest in something else? It didn't even fucking matter - he just wants a knot in him, now. Which is an insane thought he's never even had before. It freaks him out a little bit.
Falcon pulls away. Jude's- been pulled away. Mugm's not sure he's even still in the same universe as them. His eyes are half-lidded, and he looks more fucked out than he is. Jude laughs at him. It should probably anger him.
HD pulls away, getting her mouth off of his dick and fingers out of his pussy. He sighs out a content noise. Then immediately feels empty.
He eyes Falcon, eyes Jude. He's ready - what are they even waiting for?
“I'm going first.” Jude cuts through, making the executive decision by himself, apparently.
“Yeah, sure. Only fair.” Falcon just replies. They switch positions - Falcon now to his side. Jude, smug grin glued stuck to his face, apparently, now in front of him. “Hi, omega.”
Mugm scoffs. He also shivers at being called the title, but, that's… He doesn't think that's as relevant.
“Hands and knees.” Jude orders.
“What?” Mugm croaks out, voice scratchy.
“You heard the guy.” Falcon replies. “C'mon. Down, boy.”
The annoying attitude wakes Mugm up out of his daze a little. “Jeez, fine.” He rolls his eyes. “I'm not your fucking dog.”
Still, he lowers himself, getting on his hands and knees. Something about the position is a little mortifying. The fact that he can't actually see any of them. Maybe that's also a plus side, though.
Behind him, he can feel Jude's presence, too. Then, he's suddenly pushed down on his front, ass up.
That's a lot more mortifying, but more so because it's just embarrassing. He looks up, ready to look over his shoulder and complain, when he's suddenly making eye contact with Lettuce.
He stills at that. Lettuce looks completely disinterested, just, observing them. Which is insane, when he-
Suddenly, Jude pushes into him, and he startles out a groan. Still face-to-face with Lettuce. Oh.
He quickly lowers his face, bringing another arm up to lean his face onto it. He curses under his breath when Jude pushes in further, the stretch feels insane. It should be illegal how good it is.
When Jude bottoms out, Mugm shivers through it. Only driving another laugh out of Jude. “You know, you're kind of cute when you're all hitched.”
That has Mugm quickly point his gaze over his shoulder - actively avoiding any eye contact with Lettuce along the way. “What the hell did you just-?” Then, right then, Jude pulls out, and then pushes in again, fucking into him. It pulls a loud grunt out of Mugm, face falling downwards again.
Stupid smug grin not having left Jude’s stupid smug face. Still. Mugm realises a bit too late he fell right for Jude's trap. He hates that guy.
And he hates even more how good his cock is.
Mugm's never felt much for having stuff fucking inside of him. He's had a finger or two of his inside his pussy, before. On a rare occasion it's been Nezo, too. He's just never really craved it.
But, right now? He's not sure how he's ever lived without it.
It's electrifying, the constant rocking inside you, the feeling of having something filling you. It's good. It's good. He wants more, faster, harder, just, more.
He's not quite at the level of depravity where he'll actually say that, though.
Jude does a fine job, getting a hand around him quickly, pulling another groan out of Mugm. Shit. He's so loud.
It doesn't take much. He was close, anyway. With a few pumps he's coming on Jude's cock with a loud gasp, hand grabbing onto the ground below him. Jude fucks him through it perfectly, only taking a few extra thrusts to come himself. And, suddenly, there's something swelling at his base. Mugm moans louder than he ever has when Jude pops his knot, coming inside, and his vision whites out.
“Oh my god.” Mugm breathes out when his mind clears up a little.
He'd heard about it in media before, it's a bit inevitable, but he couldn't have ever guessed taking a knot could actually feel that good. Especially not for him, when he's never even been interested in it before.
Mugm wriggles a bit, feeling how the knot’s really locked inside of him. It, somehow, turns him on even more.
Of course, a “That good, huh?” has to ruin the vibe. Too bad the knot’s not just attached to him, but to Jude too. He scoffs, but can't even deny it. The worst part may be that it is that good.
Mugm doesn't even notice footsteps coming up around him, not until there's someone dropping to sit down in front of him. “Alright, whilst you're occupied anyways - c'mon.” It's HD. When he looks up, he's met with the sight of her - right in front of him, legs spread to be around his head. Face to face with her pussy. It's already wet, either from just watching or ‘cause she was keeping herself busy, Mugm's not quite sure.
It doesn't really matter.
This, at least, is more than familiar to him. He's spent countless nights before taking Nezo apart with just his tongue.
So when she shifts forward the last bit, Mugm doesn't hesitate. He looks up at her face, just once before starting. Half-lidded eyes and an easy smile staring back at him.
He takes her thighs in hand - he's shakier than he wants to admit - pulling them apart a bit more, and presses a kiss down over her clit. A soft ‘oh’ leaves her, and Mugm looks up at her through his eyelashes. Her eyes still fixated on him.
Then, he sucks her clit, pulling a moan out of her.
They're easy, practiced movements. He knows exactly how to take someone apart. Sure, he's mostly experienced in taking Nezo apart, but it's not all that much different on a new person.
He laps his tongue through her folds, then fucking his tongue inside of her. It pulls another gasp out of her, a hand grabbing onto his hair. “Fuck.” She moans, quiet, grinding her hips against his face as he eats her out. She tastes good, he notes. A faint trace of her smell finding its way back into her wetness.
Mugm moves up again, sucking and licking over her clit, eager. The hand on his hair pulls him forward, pulling a groan out of Mugm himself. That earns him another buck of her hips, up against his tongue. He goes back to eating her out, eager to get more of that taste he had earlier.
It's then that a hand wraps around his soft cock. Slowly stroking. It pulls an over-sensitive moan out of Mugm, pressing his eyes shut, struggling to focus on his task at hand.
Not that it matters much. HD takes matters into her own hands, using the hand in his hair to grind against his tongue inside of her. Choked-up, muffled moans sending her closer, pulling curses out from under her breath.
Mugm, meanwhile, is starting to get hard again. How many times are they planning on making him come? Jesus.
He manages to flick his tongue, suck down, pull little noises out of HD every once in a while. Even through the multitude of sensations. Most of the heavy lifting is done by the hand in his hair, near fucking his face against HD's pussy by now.
It's only a bit longer until he hears a gasped moan, feels how HD's legs push against his hands - then, enclosing his face, and he tastes how she drips onto his tongue. Still pressed into her, he laps it all up, not wanting to waste any of her spend.
After that, he's- still pressed into her pussy, between her legs. And he's close, again. A few more strokes, and, suddenly, he feels Jude start to pull out. A devastated, completely involuntary whine slips past his lips when he's out, getting a shuddered breath from HD in return. He's so close.
Laughing, in the background. A muffled “Don't worry, omega. We'll fill your pussy up again soon.”
Mugm reddens out of embarrassment, subconsciously tightening the grip he has on HD's thighs.
A skilled flick of the wrist, HD grinding her hips against his face one more time, and, he's coming with a moan that's a little too loud. A little too needy.
He's stroked through it, HD finally backing up. Immediately, Mugm drops his face in his arms again, biting his tongue to keep any other noises inside.
When the hand finally pulls away, he's breathing heavily, stomach moving up and down with each breath. He doesn't even register the hands on his waist, not until he's already being turned around, suddenly face to face with Falcon.
“Hi” Falcon smiles at him. Stupid, unreadable smile. At least Jude's is just always smug. But Falcon's got something - something sweet in it. It fucks him up.
“Okay for one more round?” Falcon checks in.
Mugm frowns, thinking the question over. Then he connects his gaze with Falcon’s, still frowning. “Letty over there said he doesn't want me making any of the choices.” He uses his index to point behind him, somewhere probably in the direction of Lettuce, emphasising his point. Lettuce hadn’t, not exactly, but Mugm wasn’t about to say he wanted another round. “So why the fuck are you asking me? Just- get on with it.”
Falcon scoffs, grinning. “Your attitude never leaves, huh? Fine.”
Mugm's not sure he's meant to reply. Probably isn't, because Falcon doesn't even wait a second to fully tower over Mugm. He lines up his cock, nudging it inside.
It goes in so easy. Jude's come significantly easing the slide. And the fact that Jude’s knot had spread him open even further probably helps, too.
Still, Mugm's omega is pleased to have another cock inside of him. He lets his body fall back, eyes closed, and just enjoys the feeling.
Falcon snickers at him. Mugm doesn't pay him any mind.
Falcon's pace is much easier, gentler. It doesn't flare up Mugm's instincts nearly as much as Jude's pace did. Or maybe that's only because his instincts are already all flared and scrambled up and whatever. He's not quite sure.
What he does know, is that he can enjoy how Falcon fucks into him. It's sweet. Not in character at all. Maybe Falcon's one of those dumb alphas that think they have to be extra nice and sappy or whatever to omegas. Mugm doesn't really care. He can use the princess treatment right now.
There's suddenly a face at his scent gland, again. Sniffing at and licking over it. Then, teeth gently brushing against it.
Mugm flickers his eyes open. “Don't- no claims. Teeth off.”
Falcon looks up at him, smiles. Then presses another kiss to his scent gland before pulling back a bit.
“Sure. Not allowed to do that without prior permission, anyways.” Right, server rules or whatever - Mugm forgot about that.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta keep you- fuckin’ rowdy alphas, whatever, in check.” Mugm slurs. He's tired, he realises. He's been fucked through and through, after being sent through a chase over half of Strength.
Something about the way Falcon fucks him is almost more so domestic rather than, just, regular sex after a fight. It's weird. Mugm is also way too tired to really have the energy to think about it.
He lifts his arms, closing them around Falcon's neck. Not pulling him closer, but just, there. He gets a soft smile in return.
“Falcon,” Mugm says, then, “Knot me.”
That pulls a curse out of Falcon, and a, “Patient, omega.” that has Mugm arch up into Falcon slightly, then falling back. He's slowly getting hard again himself. He can feel it. Even though he's already so spent.
Falcon gets a hand around him. Mugm's groaned “Shit” doesn't go quietly. “Ple-” He swallows. “Falcon.”
Mugm isn't actually sure if he can come again, today, but he's more than willing to at least try.
Falcon jerks him off, strokes him to full hardness, then speeds up his strokes - together with his thrusts.
Mugm drops his arms, using one to cover his eyes, the other his mouth, biting the skin. He's close.
Falcon groans, fucking into him deeper, and suddenly hits some spot that feels fucking insane. Mugm arches up into Falcon, a muffled moan hidden behind his arm falling from his lips. Falcon drops the hand, instead placing his hands to Mugm's hips, and slams into him. Focusing on that spot. Mugm's pretty sure he's about to start hallucinating. Or going insane. Or maybe just both.
Falcon fucks into him one, two, three more times before Mugm comes hands-free. Another thing he's never done before and didn't think he'd like so much added to the list tonight.
It takes Falcon only one more thrust to pop his knot, coming deep inside of Mugm. He presses a kiss to Mugm's neck. Just below his scent gland, this time.
Then he whispers a, way too quiet, “Fuck, ‘m breeding you full of my pups.” in Mugm's ear.
Mugm lets out a mortified whine, a last spurt of come he didn't know he still had in him leaving his cock.
That's one more thing for the list.