You weren't expecting the lights to be on when you got home. Your housemate wasn't normally up this late, but you didn't think too much of it. Not until you locked the front door, slotted your shoes away in the rack and poked your head round into the kitchen to see what was up.

You hadn't been expecting them.

Chris, Alex, Thomas and Ezra, four of your closest friends. Nice, sweet guys, all of whom you had suspected of being into you at one point. Each was tall and good-looking in his own way, so you enjoyed the attention just a little.

But why were they here? “Uh… h-hey, guys,” you ventured, stepping awkwardly into the kitchen and glancing from each to the next. “Were you and Bri all hanging out or something?”

“Bri’s gone to visit her family for the weekend.” It was Thomas who spoke first, adjusting his glasses as he gazed across the table at you. “She was kind enough to let us in before she left, though.”

Alex, leaning against the counter, nodded. “We're here for you, Aura.” He took a step closer, taking you by the shoulder and gently guiding you towards an open chair.

“Oh, um,” you said, allowing yourself to be led. Your heart fluttered as their serious gazes bored into you. “Uh, I'm kinda tired, boys. I'm not sure I can hang out right now,” you protested weakly as you made a move to prevent yourself getting steered into the chair.

A large, strong hand fell on your left shoulder. “Sit,” rumbled Ezra, not unkindly. His voice was deep and rich, and his olive brown face was smiling reassuringly down at her as he pushed you down into the seat, then took the chair beside you.

Alex pulled up a seat on the other side, letting you go for now but looming over you nevertheless, and Chris, still quiet, crossed the room and sat next to Thomas. The big blond always had been the strong and silent type, but he was no idiot. There was a knowing edge to his gaze as he watched you, something beyond his usual placid demeanour.

“Uhm… what is this, guys?” you asked, feeling your voice tremble a little.

Thomas sighed. “It's an intervention, Aura.”

Chris finally spoke. “You have a problem, and I think it's time we address it.”

You shivered, but then you had the presence of mind to be outraged. “I barely even drink, you assholes! And I don't smoke weed anymore, not since coll-”

“It's not about that.” Surprisingly, it was Alex who cut you off. Painfully shy Alex, who had never interrupted you or anyone else in all the time you'd known him.

You goggled at him for a moment before finding your voice. “Then what the fuck is it? You think I'm hiding some sort of coke habit or something?”

“Relax.” Ezra’a voice was still a gentle rumble, but he put his hand back on your shoulder, gripping firmly. The biggest of the four, his hand felt like a damn catcher's mitt against your relatively dainty form.

Thomas took a deep breath, leaning on his elbows to look you right in the eyes. Behind his glasses, his own eyes were intense and stormy grey. “He's right, Aura. This won't work unless you stay calm and listen to what we have to say.”

You threw up your hands. “Fine! Say whatever bull-” You swallowed. “Say whatever it is you need to say. I'll listen. And then I'm going to bed, and you can leave. Deal?”

“I don't think you're sleeping for a while, sugar,” Chris chuckled.

“He's right,” Thomas said. “You're a tease, Aura. It's about time you faced some consequences.”

Oh, fuck. Your heart leapt into your mouth as your eyes skidded around the room. “Uhh… I don't know what you-”

“You think we wouldn't figure it out, Aura?” Alex interjected again. He sounded genuinely hurt. Despite being six foot two, the wounded look on his face made him look like a kicked puppy.

“You've been leading us all on,” Chris added, his wide grin suggesting he was less bothered by this than his wallflower friend. “You're a little minx, Aura, and that was always gonna come back and bite you some day.”

Suddenly, you were extremely conscious of the solid grip Ezra maintained on your shoulder, rendering it impossible to even consider running for the hills. “I- look, I can explain!” you said, but Thomas raised a finger.

“Not just yet,” he said. “You'll have your turn to speak, once we've finished making our case. Understand?”

You didn't, but you weren't sure what you could do about it other than squirm a little in your seat. “Fine.” Your heart was racing now, cornered by four men in your own home. Curiosity tussled with fear, goaded on by mortification as you bit your lip and tried (and failed) to look Thomas in the eye. God, you could feel your face getting red.

“Frankly, sweetie, you should have seen this coming,” Chris put in. “You can't dance on me like you did at Jade's party and expect me to just… forget about it.”

You winced. You had been a little tipsy that time, but more importantly, Chris had looked good that night! And that bitch Jade was acting like she was hot shit, so he had presented the perfect opportunity to lord something over her. Maybe you'd spent the evening with your ass jammed up against Chris’ crotch, but that didn't mean anything, right?

Ezra leaned close, his hot breath brushing your ear so gently it made you shiver. “Mt. Sandhead,” he murmured.

Images rose unbidden to your mind, of a ski trip with the whole friend group. You had indeed spent the week flirting incessantly with the big guy, having gotten bored of powder snow within a day and needing something temporary to fill the time. Bending over at every opportunity, laying your head on his shoulder, asking him to help you work the spa while you flitted around in nothing but a towel… You hadn't expected him to remember, let alone hold a grudge. But his other hand was now on your knee.

“I don't have to listen to this!” you protested, trying to wriggle out of Ezra's grip. You almost managed it, taking him by surprise as you had, but it was Alex who grabbed your other arm with surprising fervour and tugged you back into the chair.

“Did you really not mean any of it?” he demanded, his voice a little unsteady. “You spent months telling me I'd be a great boyfriend, that any girl would be lucky to have me. I must have asked you out ten times, but you just kept saying it wasn't the right time for you. Were you just messing with me?”

You pressed your lips together tightly to stop them from trembling, then pried them apart to speak. “I… I wasn't messing with you! I meant it!” you said, partly truthfully. “I just… I'm not ready for any relationship right now.”

“Oh, so that's why you made out with me for an hour at the work Christmas function?” Chris put in.

“It was not an hour! Barely half tha- oops.” You clamped your mouth shut, but the damage was done. Alex looked like he was about to cry.

Chris wore a truly shit-eating grin as he leaned over the table to gloat. “Gotcha. Sorry, bro,” he offered Alex.

Thomas placed a hand on Chris’ arm, motioning him backwards as he spoke. “And you know full well what you've been doing to me since high school,” he said wearily. “I knew it was just convenient to have me around, but it wears you down after a while. Always being treated like an accessory. Given just enough hope that one day, you might actually look at me the way I look at you.”

His smile was a little sad. “I like being your friend, Aura, but friends can only take so many ‘oops, that wasn't for you! Tee-hee’ snapchats and way-too-casual wrestling matches before they get fed up with it.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You did like it when he pinned you.

“This has gone on long enough, Aura,” Thomas said gravely. “We love you, and we're here for you. That's why we want to help you get over your addiction-”

“To being such a slutty fucking tease,” Chris finished.

Oooooh… fuck.

Alex made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sniff, then stood, almost dragging you to your feet as Ezra mirrored him on your left. Thomas and Chris moved around the table to stand directly in front of you, surrounding you with a wall of men with more than half a foot on you.

Unable to stop yourself as you struggled half-heartedly, you glanced down. Both Thomas and Chris had noticeable bulges in their pants as they looked you up and down, no longer disguising the naked lust in their eyes.

“I've been wanting to do this for ten years,” Thomas said. “And don't act like you haven't wanted it to happen too.” Leaning forward, he grasped you by the waist and pressed his lips against yours, and you were swept up into a whirling tumble of strong limbs and greedy, masculine energy.

Wanted to do something totally * different today. It was meant to be 200ish words too, but that didn't happen. I digress. I've never written a gangbang prompt before, so I don't know exactly how this is gonna work. Basically, you are about to get cumulative *years of suppressed lust vented onto and into your body, and I'll be honest, I'm hoping that you're going to fucking love it.

I don't enjoy noncon, so my dream for this prompt would be an Aura (or name of your choice) that is, at most, too arrogant or too aloof or too wishy-washy (or even too shy?) to do more than tease, but secretly wants nothing more than to get railed by everyone present - she just thought she could string them along Indefinitely. Regardless, she's now going to get roughly stripped, manhandled, stuffed full of cock and splattered with copious amounts of cum. And she's going to love it.

I don't really enjoy anal, so the prospect of DP is a little iffy, but if it's de-emphasised as part of the group scene we could pencil it in. Otherwise, history, info, kinks and limits are on my DPP profile.

Let me know what sort of character you want to be the centre of attention of these four tall, strong, but (mostly) very sweet young men. I'm not asking you to meet the length or effort of this prompt (Jesus christ please don't), but I hope to see a little more than ‘hey, hot prompt, I am a human female with a *checks smeared ink on hand* vagiber and would like to play it.'

Alternatively, I have been known to enjoy ye Olde quick back and forth chat ™️ on such subjects, so if that's all you're interested in, let me know and I might honestly be more likely to get back to you - though not for an actual scene, ya get me?