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Reader Style: afab
Character: WBP 4 main Commanders (by request, "whoever I could fit", and the answer was, apparently, yes.)
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Mafia AU
Prompt: Forced Proximity (get-a-long shirt) 

Summary: Marco's mad, Ace has to pee, and Izou and Thatch have a solution that doesn't involve you going into the bathroom with Ace.

Content Notes: no peeing occurs in this fic. foursome, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, messy kiss, cum play, mdni

(I try so hard to keep the drabbles short for these kinds of events, but gods willing I will I re-write this some day because it should be a 5k minimum honestly)

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Marco roughly shoves the oversized shirt over you and Ace, holding it, and you both, snugly in place for a long moment. You can see the vein on his forehead throbbing, and the angry twitch in his smile.

"You two will stay in that until I tell you otherwise, yoi!" He barks more than he means to, looking you both in the eyes before letting go of the shirt. "You're both members of this Family, and you'll have to figure out how to get along."

You and Ace exchange glances, watching Marco stomp away. "If anyone comes to me complaining about you two bickering again today, you'll really be punished, so appreciate this and reflect!" He calls out in warning.

You both sigh, but there's nothing to be done. It's not like you'd been arguing in malice anyway. You and Ace just tended to get a little hot under the collar when you got into a discussion. There were no hard feelings.

Not as far as you knew, at least.

"Hey." You prompt, looking over at Ace. He looks at you and raises a brow. "We're cool, yeah?"

Ace laughs. "Yeah! Man, Marco really got to you, huh?"

You grin. "I think we really got to him, honestly. He's pretty overworked, isn't he?"

Ace snorts. "Understatement of the year."

"Ah, I wanna do something for him that isn't going to accidentally backfire." You murmur as Ace picks you up and starts walking. "Where are we going?"

"I need to take a leak."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Roaring, you squirm to be let down.

"I'm not going to piss my pants!" Ace shouts back.

"Fucking hold it in!" You wiggle enough Ace loses his balance and you both topple over. "You should've said something to him when he put the shirt on us! You're not dragging me into the john with you!"

"You want me to pee on you?"

"I want you to put that iron bladder to work, you-." You stop, and both of you look up to see Izou giving you an odd look.

"... Get-a-long shirt?" He prompts and you both nod. "Marco's not unreasonable, I'm sure you can take it off for a minute to use the bathroom."

You and Ace exchange glances again and look back up to Izou quietly.

"Oh." His brows raise and he laughs. "You actually angered him, huh? Alright, well, I suppose I offer a possible solution."

"You're a commander like Marco, can't you like, decree a five-minute break or something?" You question and Izou shakes his head.

"In this situation? Heavens no." Izou waves his hand. "I was going to point out that when you orgasm it usually calms your bladder down."

You and Ace both go quiet, but Izou's expression doesn't change, and he doesn't offer anything different. It's not like you're against the idea of sex, but the small problem you're facing right now is that you've been crushing on a few people in the "Family" and Ace is one of them.

Izou is another.

"... What's the worst Marco can do?"

"Oi! Are you saying you'd rather face Marco's anger than have sex?" Ace grumbles.

Suddenly Ace was too close. You flinch, but you can't bring yourself to worm out of the shirt. Instead you hide your face inside the shirt and try your very best to disappear. Marco's another, and the idea of him punishing you is suddenly entirely too overwhelming.

Ace tugs on the collar, looking into the shirt. "Y'alright in there?"

"No."

"Seems our sweet little flower is sweet on you, Ace." Izou says. There's a teasing sound in his voice, but there's also something else you can't place.

"On... me?" Ace blinks.

"... Not just you." You mutter from inside the shirt. "Don't get a big head or anything."

"Phrasing." Ace quips and you smack his chest. "Ow!"

"Mm, and who else would be included?" Izou prompts. "You're already mortified little flower, you might as well get it over with."

"... Thatch." You admit, sighing. "... Marco." You nearly weep his name, he's so mad at you and Ace, and there's no way he, or even Thatch - who treats you like such a kid - sees you that way anyway. "And..." Your stomach is doing flips. You're either going to die of embarrassment, or get kicked out of the Family.

You poke your head back out and look up at Izou. It only takes him a second and his eyes widen a little before a truly delighted smile crosses his face. "Oh-ho."

"Greedy for someone so small, ain'tcha?" Ace teases and you glare at him until he has mercy on you. You and Ace work together to get back on your feet.

"Greedy for me?" Thatch asks and you duck back into the t-shirt as Ace ruffles your hair. "D'aww, and shy about it too." He grins and looks over to Izou. "So what started this anyway?"

And now, here you were.

Inside the shirt and on your back, Ace buried balls deep inside you, stretching the collar of your shared shirt to its limits. You'd pulled your hands into the shirt so Ace could hold himself up easier, and Thatch was buried in Ace's ass to "help" him out. Izou's cock was between yours and Ace's mouths, the two of you giving it as much attention as you could.

There's a loud crack and Ace yelps before thrusting into you so roughly that you cry out too.

"Don't get distracted kitty-licking Izou," Thatch says, grabbing your legs and pushing them back. The shift makes Ace's angle better and helps Thatch drive him deeper. "Focus on getting her off before you pop, Ace."

Izou grabs a fistful of Ace's hair and forces his lips against his cock, fucking himself against both of your mouths at the same time. "And don't argue either." He commands.

"She's," Ace gasps, voice a mess as he's trying to keep up with Thatch's pace, and please Izou. "Teasing... my nipples!" he finally manages.

"Mine too!" you add. "M'not that mean."

"Oh?" Izou intones. He pulls Ace's head back again, stroking himself as he enjoys the view of the two of you under him. "Open your mouth, pretty little flower, and keep your tongue out."

You do as instructed, breath falling out of your mouth as pleasure builds between your thighs. This was not how you'd expected things to go, but you were too far gone to feel embarrassed, let alone complain. The only way it could be better would be for Marco to be involved, but you weren't sure you could survive all of them at once.

"Fuck, this is hot." Ace gasps. He's wrapped his feet against Thatch's calves and is finally getting some leverage, grinding into your clit as Izou cums on your lips and tongue.

"Appreciate the gift I'm giving you," Izou says, pushing Ace toward your mouth. "I'd rather be the one kissing those sweet stained lips right now, but you need to thank her for playing with you."

Ace doesn't hesitate. He licks your tongue before kissing you deeply, the bitter and salty taste of Izou's cum shared between you. Your arms are around Ace's back, and you squeak into the kiss, moaning as he presses in even deeper.

Your fingers flex against his back and you claw at him, sucking in desperate slips of air between sloppy, wet, tongue-heavy kisses as you orgasm against his cock. Your toes curl and your legs tighten and Thatch pushes them back a little more, railing heavy into Ace until he breaks the kiss.

Your sweet cries fill the room as swears fall from Ace's lips. His hips stutter and he fills you up. Thatch isn't far behind, the slow deep finishing thrusts of his hips making you and Ace whimper beneath him.

"You cum like a fire hose," Ace huffs, looking over his shoulder at Thatch as the older man pulls out.

"Says the guy leaking out of me." You sigh, a blissful smile on your face as the two of you fall into a relaxed fit of giggles.

"When I said I wanted you two to get along," Marco says, his voice tinged with a bemused edge. "This wasn't what I was expecting, yoi." He's leaning against the doorway, eyes holding your gaze. You're practically begging him to join in, but before you can form the words, Izou lends you a hand.

"Ah, Marco. Perfect timing." Izou offers. "Just in time for round two."