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Satoru GojoâfuuuhhâŠâ his crystalline eyes flutter and roll as your spit drenched hands twist his length. You suck at his sensitive tip, swirling your skillful tongue around its mushroomed perimeter. Stares deep into your eyes, the lines in his face scrunched with effort to hold back, not wanting this little slice of heaven to end. He Canât take the overstimulation anymore and yanks his cock back, letting his load spray aimlessly at your bare tits.
Toji fushiguro âOpen your mouth, doll. stick out your tongue. Mmm Sâfucking hotâ slaps your lips with his throbbing heavy cock. Sloppily slides his thick heft all over your face, smearing your lips, nose and chin with your frothy saliva. Pulls out to slap your cheeks before stuffing your mouth full again. fists his shaft till he spurts all over your flat eager tongue.
Choso Kamo âMmmph, Ugnnn fuck ah right there, bite me harder, like that like that. Donât stop mmm!â He babbles brainlessly before diving back into your perfectly displayed pussy. He loves 69âing with you. Being able to pleasure each other simultaneously made his cock threaten to explode at any moment. He laps at your slit with long languid strokes, using the tip of it to flick your throbbing nub. Tries to warn you heâs close but canât speak around you grinding back into his face. âMmmph!â The sound vibrates your cunt as he unleashes pump after pump of thick cum on your chin and neck.
Suguru GetoâThatâs it, work for it. Donât be lazy, fuck me back. You wanted this so take it.â His huge hands dig into your waist, pushing and pulling your ass back and forth on his dick. Stares down completely mesmerized by how the plump flesh jiggles with every thrust. Canât help but to slap it hard, loving the red heated handprints he leaves behind. cool air hits your most vulnerable area as he spreads you apart, wanting to see how well youâre taking him. His thumb massages circles around your tight ring as he pistons in and out. You cum clenching around him like a vice and it sends him over the edge. Hisses as he withdrawals at the last sending to shower your blushed ass cheeks with his hot cream.
Ryomen Sukunaâletâs test your limits!â He laughs maniacally pounding into your swollen rose tinted lips. Spit dribbles down your chin and neck, his hand clutches the base of your throatâfeeling how deep heâs going. Your best is about two inches past your uvula and today he wanted to push it even further. He Wants his entire monster sized cock sliding in and out your slick hot throat. Tears prick your eyes as you gag around his punishing thrust. His eyes are wild as he grins down at you nearly crying around his dick. His fingers grip your hair roughly as his hips move at a blurring pace. âI wonât hold back, donât you dare spill my seed, mortal!â Yanks your mouth all the way down as he expels jet after jet of his demon cum down your throat.
Boyfriend!SatoruGojo who loves playing with your pussy in public.
Those cute whimpers and whines you make while trying to keep quiet. The way your eyes lower and your hips wiggle in an attempt to keep still. Nothing made him harder than the breathy way you said his name âG-gojo not here.â It was the sweetest symphony in his ear.
Boyfriend!SatoruGojo that keeps fucking you even after he pumped loads inside you.
The feeling of you both being mind numbingly sensitive is such a turn on for him. Your nails clawing at his back as he pistons into your overstimulated hole got him instantly hard again. How tightly you grip him as he takes you both past your limits makes his cock pulse with unspent desire.
Boyfriend!SatoruGojo who sometimes cums too fast because of how unbelievable you feel. To apologize he eats you out till youâre spent and trembling.
He hates when it happensâŠbut it happens. More than heâd like to admit. He just canât hold back when his swollen leaking tip breaches your slippery hot folds. Itâs too tight, too fucking good. He loves when you sit on it, sliding down his length aching slow. Feeling every curve and crevice of your plush walls. By the time youâre completely on his lap heâs already emptied his thick cream inside you. He kisses your back and apologizes repeatedly through heavy pants. âSo sorry baby sâto fucking good. Please, forgive me?â. Immediately helps you up and crawls between your thighs to eat you like a man starved.
Boyfriend!SatoruGojo that grows uncomfortably hard from the smallest everyday things you do.
He often offers to help out in the kitchen. You think itâs him being helpful and sweet like always but he has far less innocent intentions. He bought you a pink apron that you have been asking for. It was frilly and cute but when you wore itâitâs appeal transformed completely. It hugged the curves of your body perfectly. Heâs gotten a number of scars from being too distracted by your irresistible figure while cutting veggies. He prays that you don't brush against him as you move around the kitchen. Fearing that if you did, youâd feel his aching solid cock tented in his pants.
Pentup!nanami who is understanding when you say youâre not in the mood. Offers a massage to help you unwind regardless of his stiff aching cock.
Pentup!Nanami that keeps a pair of his wifeâs used panties in his glove box to smell on the way to work.
Pentup!nanami that fantasizes about watching you get dressed for work earlier that morning. Nails gripping the edge of his desk, hardness throbbing in his khaki pants. Itâs too much, too hot. loosens his tie in desperate need of oxygen.
Pentup!nanami that goes to the bathroom during lunch to pump his swollen needy cock and spurt thick cum on the stall while looking at pictures of his wife.
Pentup!Nanami that burst through the front door and wastes no time grabbing you and crashing his heated lips to yours. He doesnât have time to take you to the bedroom, he needs it now. Drags you to the floor and starts going at you like an animal. Tearing your clothes off and tangling his fingers in your hair. Forcing his tongue in your mouth and groping anything he can get his hands on.
Pentup!Nanami that is already rock solid but doesnât rush knowing you need time to get prepared. Pushes you to the cold wooden ground and crawls between your legs. He pushes his nose into the crotch of your underwear and inhales deeply. Laps and sucks at the cotton fabric, his tongue poking at your button.
Pentup!nanami that eats your soaked cunt through your panties. Hands sliding up to toy with your hard nipples as you whine and writhe. Pulls them down with his teeth before sitting up to unbuckle his belt. Heâs flustered and panting. His blond hair covers his eyes.
Pentup!Nanami who pulls down his pants and boxers letting his blushed twitching cock bob free, the tip mushroomed and leaking. Usually heâd rub your slit to tease you but he couldnât this time, his will power in shambles. He rails into you in one hard thrustâunsheathing every inch.
Pentup!Nanami that mating presses you into the ground of your beautiful shared home. Pounding your tight pussy into the floor and Calling you âA good little slutâ and his âpretty wife.â While stamping open mouth kisses down your neck.
Pentup!Nanami who fucks into you with reckless abandon while pulling your hair and whispering terms of endearment in your ear. Letting you know just how youâre making him feel. How well you take him. That youâre doing such a good job.
Pentup!nanami that kisses you with desperation as he erupts hot creamy cum right against your gspot.
Lads men reacting to you getting the wrong orderđœïž
Rafayel argues with you because you donât want to make a scene about it. Tells you that you deserve to have what you wanted. Grabs your plate and walks to the kitchen himself. âA little help please.â
Xavier tries to get the waitressâs attention but heâs too quiet so she doesnt hear him. Ends up intercepting the server after calculating when they do their hospitality rounds. Puts up a finger while he catches his breath. âExcuse meâŠah order ah wrongâ he pants.
Sylus sips his wine as he scans the room for your waiter's return. Doesnât touch his food till youâve gotten yours. Spots the server and flags him down when he isnât busy. âI think thereâs been a mix up with my wifeâs order.â
Zayne clears his throat as the server walks by. Pushes his glasses up as he explains what was incorrect on the order. Works out a solution to get what you asked for in the most sensible way. âThank you very much for your service.â
Caleb stops you from trying to stand up to go and alert the server of the mistake. He uses evol to keep you seated as you whine about how you can do things for yourself. Goes to take care of the issue himself âthereâs been a mistake with that lovely ladies order.â
âAHHHHH!â You shriekâwalking into your apartment bathroom to see a gigantic dark haired man standing at the sink. Blotches of inky liquid are splattered on the floor and mirror. you run at the stranger swinging your fist. His back tenses and a chuckle reverberates in his chest.
âKittens got her claws out.â he catches both your wrists in one hand, suspending them above your head. Ruby eyes flit down to your confused expression.
âSylus?â You pant heavily, brows bunched.
âThe one and only, sweetie.â That smug smirk confirmes his identity regardless of his new features.
âwhat happened to you?â He lowers your arms to card through his hair self consciously.
âYou donât like it?â His usual deep confident tone is replaced with a more timid side of him you didnât see often. Was the leader of onychinus shy?
âNo it isnât that. Itâs just different. What made you do this?â You hop on your tiptoes to rub his dark slick new hair-do. A faint blush tints his ear. He nuzzles into your warm opened palm, his crimson eyes closing.
âK-pop.â He says. You stand holding his cheek for a while waiting for him to continueâŠhe doesnât. You burst out laughing.
âWhat?â Tears of laughter prick your eyes. His face turns tomato red and he pulls away from your touch to turn his back. He folds his arms.
âAww donât pout come on Sy, explain⊠please?â you poke his side. He grumbles something you canât make out. âHuh?â You pry.
âI heard you telling your friends about your favorite K-pop idol. I searched him up and I know Iâm not the best singer or dancer so-â he shifts on his feet, his muscular forearms tightening with discomfort.
âSo you dyed your hair to match my favorite idol? Oh my god Sylus, look at me.â He turns to face you again, a tiny pout pulled to his usually smug expression. You cup his cheek.
Your eyes soften with sincerity. âYouâre perfect. No idol could ever compare.â
âYou mean it?â He asks breathily.
âOf course I do. Now letâsâŠfigure out how to wash this out.â You look around at the mess of hair dye all over your bathroom. âWhy didnât you do this at your own house?â
âYours is smaller so I figured it be easier clean up.â His eyes crinkle at the corners with pride.
đ Synopsis: your boyfriend Rafayel loves to tease you.
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âYouâre very cute like this.â Rafayelâs warm breath fans your cheek as he pins you to the mattress. He hovers over you, still buried to the hilt inside your swollen drooling heat. Youâd just finished one round and he couldnât bring himself to pull out because it âfelt like homeâ. His hips swirl, churning your now mixed fluids inside you. He smirks as he sees a faint rosy blush tint your nose.
âDonât tease me.â You pout. His slender delicate fingers press into your side, sliding up your body slowly till they cup your bare tit. He chuckles against your neck, the sound vibrating in your ear like a sweet melody.
âYou make it hard not too, Angel fishâ his purple strands tickle your forehead as he props up on his arms above you. Your eyes are drawn to the way his muscles tense as he holds this position with ease. Despite being an artist his body was defined and chiseled. From his broad shoulder to the light six pack indented against your stomach. âYouâre checking me out? If you do that I might get excited again.â He pushes into you with a lazy thrust.
You whine, linking your fingers around his neck and legs around his waist. Your hips wiggle, soaked pussy fluttering around his semi-hard length. You feel it twitch at your subtle movements. A soft breathy moan escapes rafayels lips.
âYouâre not playing fair, you know.â He shifts to lock his arms under your knees, using his weight to press into you fully. His growing cock drags against the slick gummy walls of your tight channel as he withdrawals to the tip. Even after being fucked once, you were still like a vice around his sensitive dick. He pulses his pelvis back and forth, fucking your entrance with his thick mushroomed head. Your eager needy hole clamps desperately trying to pull his teasing cock back in.
âIf you want it that badly, Iâll be nice.â With a grunt he slams back inside with punishing pressure. You gasp and scratch at the smooth skin of his back.
âRafa, fuck sâdeep I canât!â You cry out.
His breath huffs out in small labored pants as he pistons into your squelching hot cavern. He growls and sits up on his knees. His hard strokes never decelerate as he switches positions. Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and trails down his neck as he ruts into you like his only purpose in life is to knock you up.
âCanât hold back, sorry cutie. Fuck, feels too goodâ the veins in his hands pop as he rocks your body back and forth on his painfully hard cock. Heâs light headed as his heart pumps twice as fast. His violet eyes are low with lust as he watches your body ripple beneath him with every hard thrust of his hips. You cover your face in embarrassment as he gropes every part of you he can get his hands on.
âS-stop this is too embarrassing Rafa.â You whimperâYour hands going up to cover your face. He grabs your wrist firmly and yanks them away.
âI want to see all the pretty faces you make. Your body is a work of art, donât hide it from me.â He drops your legs to palm at your bouncing breast. His fingertips flick and tug on the hard tight peaks, making your eyes roll back.
âIâm feeling inspired for a new painting. I love having my own personal muse to stuff full of my cock.â His engorged cock head beats into the spongy sensitive spot deep inside your battered pussy. Your head falls back into the pillows as you half sob with pleasure. âNo not there! We have to stopâŠI-I feel like Iâm gonna pee!-â he doesnât stop. Instead he spreads your creamy folds and rubs tight fast circles around your stiff clit.
Your thighs quake as he impales you over and over on his rock solid manhood, ogling at the sight of your pussy icing his cock like the sweetest pastry. His pupils dilate as he watches the faces you make, knowing heâs the only one that can make you feel this way.
âDonât hold back, let it go baby.â He coos, redoubling his efforts. As if on command your pussy squirt clear milky fluid like a geyser, soaking the bed and sheets below. The hot shower of your arousal undoes Rafayel and his cock explodes thick hot jets of semen directly into your womb. His face scrunches, body tenses with the force of his releaseâhe canât utter a word, only strained groans and pants fall from his lips. His head hangs in exhaustion, a thin sheen of sweat on his ivory skin.
âRound three?â He offers breathlessly, a cheeky smirk tugged to his lips.
Warning: MDNIâ ïž, Language, penetrative sex, raw sex, sexual themes, praise, breeding etc
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Sylus wants to switch things up
Sylus likes pain. Biting, scratching , choking the list goes on and on. Youâve explored the more vanilla side of things. Letting him take control and submitting yourself completely. tonight was different. he wanted a change of pace. You lay sprawled over the satin sheets of his California king bed, legs spread and face flushed. Sylus stepped away for a moment, leaving you needy and curious. Your hips wiggle with anticipation.
What was he doing? You could never predict the onychinus leader's next moves. After What feels like an eternity, he comes back. You admire his bare chiseled chest and low ride of his boxer briefs, that delicious V line is deep and prominent. A thick vein roots from his navel to the ungodly places you craved to explore. He stalks toward you, unraveling something you canât make out in the dark.
you whimper helplessly. âMmm such sweet purrs from my kitten.â He rumbles.
âOn your feet.â He caresses your chin with the tip of his finger, tilting your low eyes to meet his. Your body moves on its own, dragging your weight up and over the edge of the bed. He takes your place, crawling up to the rumbled spot youâd been laying in.
You can see it now. A single wine colored tie, a lighter and a candle youâd recently bought together on a couples shopping trip. Your brow arches.
âWeâre going to play a game of cat and mouse.â He smirks.
âtake that there and bind my wrist.â Regardless of how out of place this dynamic feels, you obey. His body is huge in comparison to yours meaning you had to quite literally climb the length of him till you were face to face with his intense red stare.
You do a simple knot, mindful of his wrist.
âTighter, sweetie.â
you swallow nervously at the familiar nickname. It still makes your pussy throb every time you hear it. With a nod you tug firmly, securing it so tight it might bruise. A deep rumbling moan vibrates through his chest.
âThat's it. Donât be afraid. You could never hurt me and even if you could I would enjoy every second.â This ignites something in you.
your hands are steady as you reach for the candle and light. You flick it, touching flame to wick. It flickers and the wax starts to liquify, filling the air with a sweet woody scent. Sylus picked the fragrance himself.
In no time a pool of hot wax forms on the surface. You swish it around unsure what comes next.
âDonât be shy kitten. You know what to do.â You dip your finger in and hissâit's hot. Very hot.
âI'll let it cool a bit.â You say.
âno. I want it now.â
â-butâŠâ
ânow.â He rasps desperately. His abs flex as you raise the candle above his torso.
He sucks in air as the first drop falls down the line of chest, it slides down his stomach before solidifying just above his belly button. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip latched between his teeth. Something stirs inside you. A sense of power. Your movements are confident now as you pour a steady drip all over his upper body. His cock jumps in his boxers, twitching with every drop of hot wax.
âAh, mmm, it seems my dove has transformed into a ravenous raven.â He pants, the veins in his arms pulsing under the confines of the silk tie.
âDo you want it?â You whisper close to his ear. He takes advantage of the proximity to turn his head and nip your neck.
âShow me all your tricks, Ms.hunterâ your resolve snaps like a twig. You donât bother with taking off your panties, you simply hook two fingers in the crotch and yank them to the side. Your fingers work his boxers down at a blurring pace. His rock solid pulsing length bobs free, slapping his lower stomach upon exit. The tip is beaded with sticky pre, a testament to his overwhelming arousal. You can feel him, the heady undeniable carnal lust brewing inside him. His cheeks are feverish, his lips parted as he holds your gaze hostage.
His brows scrunch. âDonât make me beg.â He nods down to his throbbing engorged cock. The bulbous head leaks clear fluid on his stomach, your clit throbs in sync with your racing pulse. Your own slickness seeps from within, coating your thighs. As much as you wanted to take his swollen sensitive tip into your mouth you couldnât wait. He had to be inside of you now. You straddle his waist, his hands fight his bonds frivolously as you hover above his needy manhood.
âPlease.â His hips buck upward, seeking even just an inch of your warmth. Your chest heaves as you grasp his shaft, angling him at your slipper slit. Itâs pure ecstasy as he breaches your tight channel. His cock head pulses in time with his beating heart. You canât hold back, anymore. Those crimson fluttering eyes cast a spell on you. Your hips slam down in one fluid motion, taking him all in one go. Itâs compact, the stretch leaving no room inside you.
Your head falls back as you howl in pleasure, heâs touching the very back of your cuntâthe spot that leaves you breathless.
âFuck. Youâre being greedy, kitten.â He growls, pumping his hips up to grind into your G Spot. You back arches like a cat on top of him as you try to acclimate to his ridiculous size. You find your rhythm and soon find yourself bouncing up and down with ease. His nails dig into the fabric of the tie as you roll your waist, swirling his hardness deep inside your heat.
âNo no wait, not like that. Fuck Iâll cum to fucking quick if you-â he hisses, trying to break free. You take that as your que to move harder, faster. Your ass slaps against his pelvis with every stroke, the pressure in your pussy an intoxicating ache. Every drop of your hips forced him into your weak spot. Sweat mixes with the smell of the candle making your head spin. You bend over to bite the smooth skin of his chest as you fuck down onto him harder.
âFuck fuck fuck no Iâm close fuck slow down y/nâŠâ he groans, his silver head falling back into the pillows. The words barely leave his lips before you feel him spasm inside your clenching soaked pussy. A hot flood fills your womb as your own release washes over you. You fall into his neck, panting and exhausted.
âUntie me. We arenât finished.â His cock is iron stiff inside of you.
Warning: MDNIâ ïž, Language, penetrative sex, raw sex, sexual themes, praise, breeding etc
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Sylus wants to switch things up
Sylus likes pain. Biting, scratching , choking the list goes on and on. Youâve explored the more vanilla side of things. Letting him take control and submitting yourself completely. tonight was different. he wanted a change of pace. You lay sprawled over the satin sheets of his California king bed, legs spread and face flushed. Sylus stepped away for a moment, leaving you needy and curious. Your hips wiggle with anticipation.
What was he doing? You could never predict the onychinus leader's next moves. After What feels like an eternity, he comes back. You admire his bare chiseled chest and low ride of his boxer briefs, that delicious V line is deep and prominent. A thick vein roots from his navel to the ungodly places you craved to explore. He stalks toward you, unraveling something you canât make out in the dark.
you whimper helplessly. âMmm such sweet purrs from my kitten.â He rumbles.
âOn your feet.â He caresses your chin with the tip of his finger, tilting your low eyes to meet his. Your body moves on its own, dragging your weight up and over the edge of the bed. He takes your place, crawling up to the rumbled spot youâd been laying in.
You can see it now. A single wine colored tie, a lighter and a candle youâd recently bought together on a couples shopping trip. Your brow arches.
âWeâre going to play a game of cat and mouse.â He smirks.
âtake that there and bind my wrist.â Regardless of how out of place this dynamic feels, you obey. His body is huge in comparison to yours meaning you had to quite literally climb the length of him till you were face to face with his intense red stare.
You do a simple knot, mindful of his wrist.
âTighter, sweetie.â
you swallow nervously at the familiar nickname. It still makes your pussy throb every time you hear it. With a nod you tug firmly, securing it so tight it might bruise. A deep rumbling moan vibrates through his chest.
âThat's it. Donât be afraid. You could never hurt me and even if you could I would enjoy every second.â This ignites something in you.
your hands are steady as you reach for the candle and light. You flick it, touching flame to wick. It flickers and the wax starts to liquify, filling the air with a sweet woody scent. Sylus picked the fragrance himself.
In no time a pool of hot wax forms on the surface. You swish it around unsure what comes next.
âDonât be shy kitten. You know what to do.â You dip your finger in and hissâit's hot. Very hot.
âI'll let it cool a bit.â You say.
âno. I want it now.â
â-butâŠâ
ânow.â He rasps desperately. His abs flex as you raise the candle above his torso.
He sucks in air as the first drop falls down the line of chest, it slides down his stomach before solidifying just above his belly button. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip latched between his teeth. Something stirs inside you. A sense of power. Your movements are confident now as you pour a steady drip all over his upper body. His cock jumps in his boxers, twitching with every drop of hot wax.
âAh, mmm, it seems my dove has transformed into a ravenous raven.â He pants, the veins in his arms pulsing under the confines of the silk tie.
âDo you want it?â You whisper close to his ear. He takes advantage of the proximity to turn his head and nip your neck.
âShow me all your tricks, Ms.hunterâ your resolve snaps like a twig. You donât bother with taking off your panties, you simply hook two fingers in the crotch and yank them to the side. Your fingers work his boxers down at a blurring pace. His rock solid pulsing length bobs free, slapping his lower stomach upon exit. The tip is beaded with sticky pre, a testament to his overwhelming arousal. You can feel him, the heady undeniable carnal lust brewing inside him. His cheeks are feverish, his lips parted as he holds your gaze hostage.
His brows scrunch. âDonât make me beg.â He nods down to his throbbing engorged cock. The bulbous head leaks clear fluid on his stomach, your clit throbs in sync with your racing pulse. Your own slickness seeps from within, coating your thighs. As much as you wanted to take his swollen sensitive tip into your mouth you couldnât wait. He had to be inside of you now. You straddle his waist, his hands fight his bonds frivolously as you hover above his needy manhood.
âPlease.â His hips buck upward, seeking even just an inch of your warmth. Your chest heaves as you grasp his shaft, angling him at your slipper slit. Itâs pure ecstasy as he breaches your tight channel. His cock head pulses in time with his beating heart. You canât hold back, anymore. Those crimson fluttering eyes cast a spell on you. Your hips slam down in one fluid motion, taking him all in one go. Itâs compact, the stretch leaving no room inside you.
Your head falls back as you howl in pleasure, heâs touching the very back of your cuntâthe spot that leaves you breathless.
âFuck. Youâre being greedy, kitten.â He growls, pumping his hips up to grind into your G Spot. You back arches like a cat on top of him as you try to acclimate to his ridiculous size. You get your rhythm and soon find yourself bouncing up and down with ease. His nails dig into the fabric of the tie as you roll your waist, swirling his hardness deep inside your heat.
âNo no wait, not like that. Fuck Iâll cum to fucking quick if you-â he hisses, trying to break free. You take that as your que to move harder, faster. Your ass slaps against his pelvis with every stroke, the pressure in your pussy an intoxicating ache. Every drop of your hips forced him into your weak spot. Sweat mixes with the smell of the candle making your head spin. You bend over to bite the smooth skin of his chest as you fuck down onto him harder.
âFuck fuck fuck no Iâm close fuck slow down y/nâŠâ he groans, his silver head falling back into the pillows. The words barely leave his lips before you feel him spasm inside your clenching soaked pussy. A hot flood fills your womb as your own release washes over you. You fall into his neck, panting and exhausted.
âUntie me. We arenât finished.â His cock is iron stiff inside of you.
Where the reader is nervous and keeps whispering âwhat if somebody hears usâ (as he fucks the character) while moaning and withering from overstimulation, at the same time the character is pushing himself down on him, smirk present.
I donât mind who, you can even make an OC if youâd like. Just the character has to be fucked but still have the dom personality, ordering him around degrading/praising him, and the reader has to do the fucking or has to be trying hard to keep his legs open to let the character lower himself onto him. Readers got that sub personality.
The halls are swarming with tunnel visioned students and teachers hustling to their next period. Your shoulders brush countless passersby searching for class 1-A. You mumble apologies as you are thrown around in the crowd, the homemade bento box you made following a YouTube tutorial, was clutched close to your stomach. There was no way you would lose all that hard work before he could even see it. The bandaids on your fingers proved that point, you spent all afternoon cutting a variety of veggies and fruit into heart shapes. Your heart pounds as you spot the classroom down the hallway, your cheeks heat up at the thought of seeing him. Somehow after all these years he still managed to make you blush like a new lover. Ever since you two walked these very halls of jujutsu high; you never stopped having a crush on Gojo satoru. You take a deep breath, pumping yourself with confidence as you push the classroom door open. At the front of the class sat the white haired pretty boy, grading papers. He doesnât look up from his paperwork as he speaks.
âI know you guys love me but you gotta go have lunch-â his waves, marking the paper with red ink.
âI hope Iâm not disturbing your work time.â You say shyly. His head shoots up, gleaming ocean eyes steal your gaze. He smiles wide and cheeky.
âWhat a pleasant surprise.â His head rests on his hand as he stares at you. He was well aware of the effect he had on you, he loved the way you crumbled under his gaze.
âI-I brought you some lunch.â You walk through the aisles of school desks, he smirks looking you up and down. Nervously, you set the neatly wrapped bento box at the edge of his desk. He wastes no time unwrapping the box, peeking inside.
âWow, you made this? Itâs the best lunch Iâve ever received, thank you baby.â He springs up, pulling you into a long warm hug. You relax in his arms, inhaling the delicious scent of his Versace cologne. He had expensive taste despite being a teacher. Somehow he made a way to support his playboy lifestyle on an educator's salary. You worried he wouldnât like your home made lunch but to your surprise he loved it.
âHere, here, have a seat.â He clears the tower of homework, motioning to his leather desk chair.
âBut that's your spot, Iâll just pull up a chair.â You wave him off. He grabs your waist as you turn away, his breath feathers on your neck.
âI said sit down.â He rasps, planting a warm kiss on your throat. Your feet stumble as he pushes you forcefully down into the chair. You stare up at him with big doe eyes, his cock twitches. Your eyes travel up the length of his body, he stood clad in dark leather shoes,black slacks, and a white button down. The first three buttons were undone, exposing the smooth skin of his upper chest. Even wearing the most simple outfit he managed to make it look like a million bucks. His snowy bangs brush over his low crystal eyes as he looks down on you. The crotch of your pants tighten from your growing arousal, you shift nervously in the seat. No way not here, you wouldnât give into his temptation.
âD-donât look at me like that.â You stammer, breaking eye contact. His long graceful fingers grip your chin, tilting your face up.
âLike what?â He smirks, focusing his gaze on the thick bulge in your lap. He leans down, closing the space between you. Your breath hitches as his tongue glides over your lower lip. Before you can even think about protesting, his fingers are working the zipper of your denim jeans.
âWait, does the door lock?!â You whisper/yell in a panic. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the classroom door anxiously. He slides down to his knees, peering deep into your eyes; completely hypnotizing you. The desk has a pretty large opening underneath, his slender frame is hidden from the view of the door. He nestles in the hiding place, working the waistband of your pants down. After a few seconds, your pants are rolled around your thighs. Gojoâs mouth pools with saliva as he drools at the delectable sight in front of him. He grasps the stiff twitching base of your cock, staring up at you with sinful eyes. He brushes his mouth over your oozing tip, thick warm spit flows from his tongue down the length of your shaft. Your head falls back against the office chair as you hold back your moans. His long slippery tongue swirls around the head of your dick, lapping at the salty pre-cum dribbling out.
âWhat if someone hears us?â You moan quietly.
âThen youâd better keep your voice down.â His mouth opens wide as he pushes down on your throbbing rod, the aching tip of your cock slams the back of his throat. He lifts up, hollowing out his cheeks, before slamming down and making your dick disappear into his greedy mouth. The hot squishy sensation of his throat clamping down on you is almost too much to handle.
âN-not so much please, feels sâto good ah-â your nails dig into the arm rest as he moans low in his throat, vibrating your submerged cock. You gasp pulling yourself closer to the edge of the desk as you hear the door knob jingle. Because you pulled yourself closer to the desk, gojo is cramped tightly under with your dick forced so deep in his throat he can barely breath. Tears prick at his eyes as he tries to focus breathing through his nose.
âMr.Satoru? Mr.satoru are you in here? Oh, hello.â The sweet elderly woman chirps walking up to the front of the class.
âH-hello, can I help you?â You ask shakily.
âAre you subbing for Mr.satoru, I could have sworn I saw him earlier.â She ponders.
Under the desk Gojo has found a comfortable spot in the new position, he pulls his head up, as far as it could go in the limited space, before slowly easing back down. The wet inner walls of his mouth suck you in deep, swallowing the entire length of you. His hands quietly work the button of his pants allowing himself enough room to reach a single hand behind to slide down his pants. Slowly he slips a finger down the back of his pants, rubbing his twitching hole as he sucks you off.
âNo heâs um out for lunch, i'm just filling in till he gets b-back.â You lie, biting your lower lip.
âAre you alright? Should I ask the school nurse to stop by?â
âNo! No need for that I-im fine.â You stutter.
âWell okay Iâll take your word for it. Iâll just leave these worksheet copies here. He had me print them and never even picked them up.â She complains, setting the papers on the desk.
âI-Iâll let him know, t-thank you.â You wave as she walks towards the door.
âHave a good dayâŠâ her eyebrow raises suspiciously before stepping out the door. Gojoâs head bobs steadily swallowing you whole as he fingers his desperate asshole. With an audible sound he pushes you back, rolling the chair into the chalkboard. Your cock shoots from his mouth with a pop, he gasps for much needed air.
âThank god sheâs finally gone, now you can fuck me.â He pants, standing to his feet. His dick is rock solid, thick veins pulse along the length of his shaft. His big hand grips the hilt of his blushed cock, pumping up and down as he stares at you. His tip is glistening, clear pre drips down his hand. You're standing at full attention, your dick twitches against the smooth skin of your stomach.
âW-we canâtâŠwe almost got caught.â You plead, watching him turn around and spread his plush ass cheeks. He hovers over you, rubbing your tip on his puckered entrance. Your hips flick upward begging to be let inside, he smirks pushing down just enough to take in the head. Your tip is surrounded by the pillowy walls of his anus, wrapping you in a warm wet hug.
âMmm I can feel you twitching inside me. Donât tell me youâre already gonna cum. So cute and pathetic.â He teases pushing down again, taking in another inch.
âD-donât tease me.â You whine, squirming beneath him. He pushed down again, harder this time, taking in half of your cock. Your lap is drenched in his saliva. His spit works as a lubricant to guide you easily inside of him.
âMmm youâre stretching me sâfucking good.â Gojo groans, throwing his ass down with a final slam. Your eyes roll back as you sink into the deepest parts of him, your tip poking his throbbing g spot. He shivers on top of you as your hands rest on his waist pulling him down further. His hands grip your thighs for support as he bounces up and down, gently tugging the skin of your cock with his tight hole.
âNot doing much talking now that your cock is inside me huh? Uhn fuck⊠youâre gonna fuck me when and where I say. Iâm gonna milk you whenever I want.â He pants. His hips whirl stirring your dick inside of him, your nails dig into his skin. Your legs shiver as he Impales himself on you, his hands push your knees, holding your legs open for him.
âKeep them open for me baby, there you go take it, good boy youâre being so obedient for me.â His fist closes around his dick stroking himself as he jumps up and down on your overstimulated rod.
âGonna c-cum, so close please please please uhn cumming!â Your hips rut upward pushing as deep as his hole allows you. Hot strings of cum spurt from your twitching tip, coating his anal walls with your sticky milk. Gojos tongue lols out as his own orgasm hits him like a truck, his muscles clamp around you as his tip oozes with loads of thick cum. It runs down his hand and drips onto the classroom floor below. Your spent cock trembles inside him, softening in real time. You both jump at the sudden blare of a bell. He smirks sliding up and off your dick, his asshole drips with the mess you made.
âThanks for the meal.â He leans down kissing your lips.
Summary: König leaves a surprise for Y/n after her shopping trip
Warnings:SFW, fluff,language,brief nudity
âHey babe Iâm going shopping Iâll be back soon.â You stamp a kiss on Königâs cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment.
âAlright, I might head down to base but Iâll be home for dinner.â He calls as you grab your purse from the kitchen counter making sure all your items are accounted for. Keys. The most important piece of the puzzle, he watches in amusement as you dash around the small space,searching like a mad man. You were always losing things, it was adorable. He stands making his way over to you stealthily, your head smacks the corner of the counter top as you shoot up. Lucky for you his hand covered the sharp edge giving the blow some cushion.
âLooking for these?â He snags the keys from the decorative fruit bowl.
âHow did they get in there? Hmm⊠okay well Iâll see you later!â You chirp, skipping out the door.
-Later that Day-
The house is dark and quiet when you step through the door. He must be working late again, you think. You toss the plastic shopping back on the couch and saunter to the bedroom, might as well have a bath after a long day of retail therapy. The hot water from the tub makes you feel like a brand new woman. You still had to make dinner so you finish up quickly, grabbing the towel from the rack as you step out of the bath. You moisturize and apply your skin care, the usual after bath routine; you add a spritz of Königâs favorite perfume to top it off.
Pajamas were next on the list, you slide on your slippers and walk over to your shared dresser. You settle on something simple and sexy, the classic T-shirt and pantie combo. The front door creaks open and closes gently as König finally makes it back home. You grab the first Black tee you see and slide on your plain pink panties first. You lift the shirt over your head pulling it down the length of your torso. Something was off, there was an unfamiliar breeze on your chest. You look down and see your nipples poking through two large holes.
âWhat the-König!â You yell. Heavy footsteps approach from the hall,he throws the door open frantically.
âWhat happened are you Alright?-â he stops immediately in his tracks and falls into the wall laughing. His legs turn to Jell-o as he cackles uncontrollably, you glare at him holding back your own laughter.
âI know you did this.â You accuse, grabbing a pillow from the bed,tossing it at his head.
âIâm sorry I must have gotten our shirts mixed up again.â He explains.
âGood thing I went shopping today.â You sigh.
âWhat did you get while you were out anyway?â
âA bunch of new T-shirts.â You both burst out laughing.
âWe need to talk about yesterday.â You state firmly. Your tone was completely different from your usual lighthearted and funny personality. König and Ghost have quite literally seen you crack a joke in the middle of open gunfire. This was uncharted territory for them, whatever you were about to say had to be important. You take a deep breath, thinking of your next words carefully. The last thing you wanted was to hurt anyone againâŠespecially König.
âSpit it out rookie.â Ghost says annoyed.
âOh god how do I even say thisâŠI feel somethingâŠsomething I canât explain when Iâm with you.â You look at König, he shifts nervously under your gaze.
âAnd with you.â Your head turns to face Ghost, staring into those glimmering obsidian eyes. He breaks eye contact looking far off into the distance without a word.
âI donât know what it means but I know itâs something I canât ignore.â Your brow scrunches as you choke the words out.
âI want to get to know you both and Iâm here to ask for that opportunity. Iâm here to ask you to be my friends. No titles. No rankings. No romance. JustâŠfriends.â Your teeth nibble at your lower lip waiting for someone else to talk. It was nerve racking not being able to read their facial expressions. Their body language didnât give much away either, you shift on your heels.
âThatâs what you barged in here to ask for⊠friendship?â He slowly rises from his desk glaring in your direction.
âWellâŠyeahâ Your voice is low.
âDo you really think friendship can fix everything?â Königs voice is dark, he speaks the word friendship as if it was something rancid on his tongue.
âIâm not saying it can I justâŠâ you explain.
âI donât need to be a part of whatever you two have going on. Leave. both of you.â Ghost barks.
âYou seemed to be a part of it yesterday when you had your hands all over her.â König rasps, turning his killer gaze onto him. Ghost strides from behind the desk, his heavy footsteps fill the air as he takes slow deliberate steps forward. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. A chill runs down your spine as youâre standing flush in between these skyscrapers. He stands tall looking König straight in the eyes, not even acknowledging your presence between them.
âI donât like your tone colonel. I think youâd better change that.â His head tilts mockingly, sizing him up.
âI was just thinking the same thing about you sergeant.â He beams into him like white hot lasers.
âHah, youâve always been balsy König, could always count on you to get the job done. But I want you to remember somethingâŠyou can beat them out there on that battlefield but here this is my territory and you wonât win.â He steps closer making sure he heard every word.
âWhy don't we find out serg.â He says through clenched teeth. At this point youâre sure they have completely forgotten your existence . You plant your palms on ghosts chest pushing him back, he seemed to snap back to reality realizing you were still there.
âThis isnât the time or the placeâŠno war within our army. Those are your words sergeant! As a leader you have to practice and enforce that as law. König I know youâre angry and have every right to be but last night was training and thatâs all. I wonât keep repeating myself anymore, I get that itâs hard to trust but youâre going to have to try.â You scold.
â Why do you care so much? How can you stand here and act like you know what I want. You donât know anything. Iâve never given you the impression that-â Simon rambles.
âI know it sounds stupid, crazy even, but I know you want to get closer to me Ghost.â You say gently, König tenses at the soft tone of your voiceâŠhad you ever spoken to him that way? He couldnât recall a time you had, and that made him envious.
âYou need someone. Youâve spent so much of your time in isolation, itâs time to let people in.â Never had he heard you sound so sure of yourself.
How could you break down his walls so easily, there is something about you that made him feel at ease. When heâs with you it feels like heâs allowed to smile,Things feel easierâŠhappier. But he knew from experience things like this didnât come so easy. People always get hurt when love is involved.
âAnd KönigâŠIâm tired of fighting. Iâm tired of being angry and resentful towards each other. These past few weeks have brought us closer together and I donât want to ruin that with one misunderstanding.â His face burns tomato red under his mask, but he wouldnât show it. His shoulder stiffen as if heâd been sliced across the chest. How could such beautiful words hurt this bad , youâd summed up his feelings for you perfectly but he couldnât shake the thought of you being so involved with Ghost. Being your friend sounds like absolute torture but it was a ray of hope. Hope that one day maybe you would undoubtedly love him back. He felt like a lost puppy waiting to be owned by youâŠit was foolish but he couldnât stop himself. Your naivety muddled the fact that this would be war and you were the prize.
âIt has always been you. Iâve got so much blood on my hands it could run a river red and yet you were granted the title of sergeant. Youâve somehow made sure I was one step below you but thatâs gonna change. You said I couldnât winâŠwatch me.â He says sharply.
âSo this is your playing fieldâŠher?â Ghost looks you up and down with judgmental eyes. You grimace wondering why he looked so unimpressed.
âHah, fine Iâll bite. What are the rules of the game?â Ghost chuckles, you could hear the smirk in his voice.
âWe get individual days to spend with y/n and the other person cannot interfere.â
âAnd what about the days that arenât accounted for?â His head tilts curiously.
âFirst come first serve. Itâs up to y/n who she would want to spend that free time with even though I know itâll be me. No one likes being around you.â König taunts, it isnât clear if itâs the jealousy talking or the militant hunger for victory. Either way you didnât appreciate them auctioning off your time and affection like some silly little game.
âYouâre on. Itâs about time I remind you of your place, colonel.â He reaches out an open palm, König grasps it firmly, shaking on the terms.
Itâs like everything you said completely went over their heads but you knew it would take patience and time to build a stronger relationship with them. If thinking of it as a competition got them on board, then youâd just have to play along.
~
Your arms tremble as you push the weighted bar up with all your strength. Your shoulders burn with each rep begging for a break, to your bodyâs dismay, you were just warming up. You look up into caramel colored eyes, Maya smiles down at you as she helps support the weight of the bar. With a final push you line it up with the metal stand, it lands with a loud crack. You sit up, sweat pouring down your face. Maya removes the white towel from around her neck, she dabs away the stray droplets as they fall. She was always right there at your side helping you with even the tiniest of things.
âRemember to hydrate. The body can lose up to 10 liters of water a day when active.â She hands you her purple water bottle.
âYour knowledge never ceases to amaze me, you're gonna make a great doctor one day.â You tip the bottle up, taking several gulps before coming back up for air. Mayaâs eyes softened, she needed to hear that; with all the death and injuries on base that passion could be lost. She is a practicing apprentice Doctor on base as she studies remotely to get her doctorate in medical science. Balancing education with active military duty was no easy feat, personal attachment can get in the way. People she laughed with, pulled pranks on, sat and had meals withâŠhad died in her arms. Brutal excruciating deaths that she could do nothing about. No matter how hard she tried to save everyoneâŠtheir blood still stained her hands. She thought often about what she would do if you got hurtâŠcould she save you? Maya shakes the negative thoughts away reminding herself that you were one of the special forces best. You may be a handful but you were damn good at your job.
âThank you y/n, you donât know how much that means to me.â She stamps a kiss on your forehead.
âI walked in on Sergeant Ghost and Colonel König talking about some new intel on the target. There might be a raid soon, I know how anxious you are with new missions.â A look of discomfort flashes on her face leaving just as quickly. She puts on a fake smile not wanting to put any more stress on you. You were the one who would be out there on the front lines risking your life and she didnât want to worry you.
âIâm okay,really, you get used to it.â You werenât sure if she was trying to convince you or herself.
âIf you ever need to talkâŠI am here Maya. Iâm always here.â You bore into her with sincere eyes.
âand thatâs why youâre my best friend. Now come on, we gotta keep that heart rate up.â She takes your hand, helping you to your feet. The two of you walked over to the pull up bar, arm day was not funâŠat all. Your muscles were already achy and tired but you had to push in order to build endurance.
âCanât I just work on legs today, thatâs so much easier.â You whine, Maya laughs patting your lower back.
âAs much as I agree with that statement, no. You handle high caliber weaponry. if youâre not strong, All that push back could damage your muscles.â She raises her arms holding the stretches in ten second intervals. Because of her insane height there is no need to use a stepping ladder, she simply reaches up and gets to work. Her fingers graze the bar before pulling back suddenly.
âI forgot my chalk, it helps prevent blisters, Iâll be back. Go ahead and start your sets without me. I gotta run back to our room.â She jogs off leaving you standing alone in the gym. You always felt slightly self conscious being in the weight room without a partner. Like everyone was watching you. Judging you. In reality no one even glanced your way but that didnât stop the anxiety from striking. A small tremor shakes your hands as you reach up for the bar. Itâs way too tall to grab on your own, Maya was usually there to give you a lift. You scan the area for a spare stepping stool or chair but everything is occupied. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. There looked to be two of everything as your vision doubled.The room begins to spin and your knees feel weak, where was Maya? When would she be back? Maya? Maya? Maya?!
âY/n look at me. Are you okay? Should I take you to the infirmary?â Your vision begins to focus turning the two ghosts in front of you, into one. Your breathing is shaky, you nod unable to speak. His head tilts forward with concern, his bare hand cups
your elbow as he pulls you closer.
âYour eye movements are unsteady,breathing accelerated, pupils dilatedâŠyouâre having a panic attack. Talk to me y/n what is distressing you?â His voice is gentle, calming even.
âPeople. Just so many people. M-Maya left⊠Iâm alone. I-I donât like being alone.âyou choke. His heart breaks at your words, loneliness was no stranger to him. Thinking back, Ghost couldnât recall a time when you werenât surrounded by people. He figured itâs because of how likable and fun you were but now the dots began to connect. You made sure to never be alone because it scared youâŠjust like it scared him.
âIâll stay with you.â His voice was earnest, he surprised himself with his sudden reaction. Normally Ghost worked out alone as he did with most things. But he wanted to help you, seeing you so shaken up tugged at something deep inside him.
âThatâs itâŠslow deep breaths. OneâŠtwo⊠exhale three. Very good.â He coaches. He looked to be very familiar with this sort of thing, you wondered if heâd dealt with this before. Ghost didnât seem like the type to deal with anxiousness, he was always so cool headed.
âIâm good now.â You huff.
âAre you sure? We can go somewhere more private.â Your face heats up at his word choice, you remember the wet dream from just nights ago.
âN-no Iâm fine, I still have a few sets to do.â You slide your elbow from his grasp.
âThen letâs do it⊠I assume your next set is pull ups and judging by your size, you usually have Maya help you up?â He hypothesized walking behind you to examine the bar.
âYeah Maya always lifts me up-â your words are cut off by his strong hands sinking into your waist. His fingers press into the soft plush of your hips, the crotch of his cargos rubs against your ass. His eyes fall low as he stares down at you, his thumb absentmindedly drawing circles. You donât speak up, getting lost in the comfort of his touch. The rush of his heart vibrates through your back, the rise and fall of his chest quickens. You can hear the heaviness in his breath, the heat in his mask makes sweat bead at his brow. This isnât the first time your bodies have met this closely but somehow this feltâŠDifferent. You snap to the reality that there is a room full of people here witnessing this moment. That idea made you focus on the initial goalâŠpull ups.
âIâm ready.â You assure, jumping as he hoists your body up with ease. Your fingers begin to slip, ghost bounces you up, allowing you to readjust the grip.
Even with the extra help, your arms burn as you pull the entirety of your weight up and over the bar. Your chin taps the cool metal marking one successful rep, ghost pats your thigh.
âGood job, make sure youâre breathing with each pull.â He instructs, his arms squish the fluff of your upper thighs. You nod, extending the length of your arms preparing for the next pull. Ghost is painfully aware of how your ass is pressed against his upper chest. His face is inches from the smooth damp skin of your back, his eyes track the small trickle of sweat that runs down your spine. He says a silent prayer, begging not to get hard in front of his subordinates. Even the slightest touch of your body drove him fucking mad, heâd been attracted to women before but never like this. Those thoughts were always intrusive and fleeting, he didn't let his mind wander too deeply but youâŠhe imagined ripping those mauve pink leggings open and ramming every solid inch of his cock inside you. He hated how much control you had over him without even trying.
âI-I canât take anymoreâ you groan, feeling the intense burning sensation growing in your arms.
Oh come on, he thinks. You couldnât have chosen a better word choice, a shock shoots up his leg activating his dormant member. He nearly drops you as the mirror shows him a glimpse of his hard dick poking through his gray sweatpants. He couldnât let you see him like this, before you could blink your feet were on the ground and ghost was B lining it to the menâs locker room.
âHey wait where are you going?!â You call as he scurries away. He doesnât turn around or even answer as he disappears into the white locker room door. Well that was rude, you think. You were used to him treating you like some kind of germ but this seemed off and you couldnât put your finger on it.
~
There still hadnât been any sign of Maya since earlier in the weight room, a sinking feeling pulls at your stomach. It wasnât like her to just up and disappear without saying a word . The military base wasnât the biggest in the world so there weren't many places she could have gone. Your eyes scan the mess hall landing on the table you two usually shared. Empty. No sign of her at all, you begin to worry what would keep her from eating lunch. Lunch is Mayaâs favorite time of day apart from breakfast and dinner, this was strange. You look at the lunch line and physically cringe when you see that ominous brown paper bag with your name on it. It wouldnât bother you one bit if you never saw another peanut butter and jelly ever again. You snake through the crowd and head toward the exit deciding to go search for her, itâs what she would have done for you. Just as you burst out of the sea of soldiers there is a deep voice bellowing down the long tan hallway.
âY/nâ a voice rumbles in the distance. Loud heavy footsteps shake the ground as König jogs in your direction.
âI didnât see you in the mess hall, have you eaten already?â His words are rushed and nervous.
âNo I havenât, I was actually going to-â he chimes in disregarding the rest of your sentence.
âThatâs perfect! I wanted to invite you to have lunch with me.â His voice sounds energetic.
âWell I was just about to go look for MayaâŠâ you trail looking around trying to spot her.
âOh I saw her a few minutes ago when I was walking past the infirmary.â He says. The infirmary should have been the first place you looked, Maya did tons of overtime with Dr.Bradshaw. Extra hours counted as field work for her university grade, but overworking wasnât always a good sign for her. You take a mental note to ask her later not wanting to disturb her study time with the Doctor. There was a nagging urge to ask König exactly what she was up to when he saw her but you decided not to snoop. If there was an issue she would come to you about it, you were always there for her and she knew thatâŠor at least you hoped she did.
âOh okay then Iâll just talk to her later thanks.â You spin on your heels ready to jog back to the cafeteria. A leather gloved hand entraps your wrist, holding you still. Your head whips around staring up into his forest green eyes, they dart back and forth searching your face.
âIâm sorry, I-I uh did you have plans for lunch today? If so I completely understandâŠI know you might still be worried about Maya.â His voice is shaky.
âNo I donât have plans for lunch, ugh Iâm the one who should be sorry I almost blew you off just now. What kind of friend am I?â You joke. His chest tightens at the word friend, he drops your hand back to your side. It catches your attention but you breeze by it not wanting to cause any damage.
âIâd love to have lunch with you König.â You say enthusiastically trying to salvage the situation.
âPerfect. Letâs go, try to act normal.â He nods in the directions of the exit motioning you to follow his lead. You had a feeling this was going to be another mission impossible, König mixed with the words âact normalâ never turned out good. Since the recent feud with ghost he was more rebellious than ever. You cautiously walk behind him trailing him out of the double doors, the sun beats down on your skin. Your eyes squint from the sudden lighting change, your hand lifts to shade your forehead blocking out the brightness. Las Almas Mexico was a beautiful mountainous place with endless desert views. There were small cities with an economy based on agriculture and farming. Like every major metropolitan region there are city areas for entertainment and tourism. The base was quite a distance from those areas, the deserts granted seclusion. Most of the drug activity and gang violence originated in the city areas. Although there were plenty of small gangs they all worked under the one major crime organization in the cityâŠThe Las Almas Cartel. The whole reason for your special forces deployment was to monitor and take down this organization. They participated in egregious crimes against the residents of Las Almas and helped push the drug epidemic throughout multiple countries. You walk forward,your shoulder brushes his arm ever so slightly. His eyes shift away with embarrassment, he hadnât touched you since that night. People chirp helloâs as you slip through the ocean of workers, there were so many familiar happy faces in the crowd. You are grateful König is by your side or all the attention could have become overwhelming very quickly. It warmed your heart to be loved by so many but it became exhausting, always chasing approval from others.
König senses a shift in your mood, boldly, he rests his big hand on your lower back; ushering you along. He leads you to the vehicle repair and storage shed. There are lanes wall to wall filled with earth toned military vehicles ranging from Humveeâs to M113âs.
âOh hey y/n! What are you doing all the way out here darlinâ?â His southern twang is thick. The dimples in his cheeks deepen as he smiles toothy and big. His giant veiny hands stain the white cloth as he wipes away black sludge.
âHey Jack, I hope we didnât interrupt your work.â
âYou could never bother me y/n seeing you is always a treat. Speaking of treats, whereâs ol doll face Maya I havenât gotten my daily fix of her.â He laughs. Jack was a flirt that was no secret but everyone knew about his unrequited love for Maya. Most people found her attractive but Jackâs feelings were public, making sure to scare off anyone who thought about making a move. They were just like an old married couple, arguing about any and everything.
âSheâs working in the infirmary.â You explain.
âIâm gonna have to go and pay her a visit, she canât run forever.â Wrinkles form at the corner of his eyes as he smiles ear to ear.
You canât help but cheese at his friendly face. König didnât appreciate Jack's lingering gaze. His eyes slit with annoyance, why were you smiling at him like that? He thinks burning with jealousy.
âIâm taking a Jeep on patrol.â He stated plainly.
âSure thing, Iâll just need to see that authorization letter from the sergeant.â He says wiping the oil from his cheek.
âI am your Colonel. I grant myself authorization.â His arms fold over his chest as he stands tall and confident.
âBut the sergeant said-â Jack starts.
âUnless you want to be scrubbing toilets for a week I suggest you give me the keys. If not, Iâll just have to report you for interference with a mandatory patrol. Are we clear?â His voice is stern. You find yourself gawking at him. his power had you melting in his gloved palm. König didnât like abusing his power but there was no way heâd go beg ghost to allow him to take you out. If he wanted you to himself he would make that happen at any cost. It didnât matter who he had to step over as long as he got to be with you. Jack stares him down for a moment weighing out his options, he could either disobey Ghost and get punished or disobey König and get punished. Great choices he thinkâs sarcastically.
âLook, if youâre gonna take her out you gotta be back before sunset or else ghost is gonna be on my assâŠdeal?â He extends a hand to König.
âDeal.â He takes his hand firmly.
âHere I just did an oil change on her so sheâs the best Iâve got right now. Iâm still repairân the others.â He tosses him a set of Keys with a dog tag attached. König nods, throwing his black duffel bag in the back seat. You never understood the idea of jeeps being doorless but as you hop in it makes a little more sense. If youâre being shot at you could literally jump right in. You chuckle at the ridiculous thought of you diving into a moving jeep.
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks, clicking his seat belt and cranking the ignition.
âNothing, it's dumb.â You laugh tugging the seat belt over your chest. He chuckles backing out of the garage. His arm lays across the back of your headrest as he looks behind him making sure no one was there. Your thighs clench at his focused body language, how did he manage to turn you on with such mundane tasks. The car whips around, he straightens the wheel and puts the gear in drive.
An armed soldier from the gate walks up to the driver's side scoping out the inside of the car.
âColonel. Where are you headed?â He salutes.
âMe and y/n will be holding a patrol unit on the mountain. Thereâs been reports of suspicious activity by the locals.â He lies smoothly. The mask came in handy since without it every emotion he felt would be on display. König is, unbenounced to everyone else,a terrible liar. His face gives him away every time. Despite what people think he could be read like a book if it wasnât for the mask.
âYes sir. Open the gate!â He calls.
Königâs shoulders relax as the metal gates swing open. Mission accomplished. He finally had you to himself for a day. After spotting your workout with the sergeant; he had to find a way to steal your attention back. Your head leans out the door watching in awe as the ground gets further away. The mountain road is bumpy and narrow, your hand grips the seatbelt tightly.
âScared of heights?â He asks, looking over at you with concern.
âOf course not, keep your eyes on the road.â You scold.
âYou know it doesnât help to look down.â He reaches over, tugging your chin away from the ground. His fingers linger for a second before returning to the wheel. Youâd seen this view from the chopper when you first arrived on base but this is a new perspective and it is gorgeous. The cacti bloomed with tiny magenta flowers, the dry soil cracked into interesting shapes. Small animals poke their heads from the grooves in the ground,and Even the sky is clear and vast. If maps didnât exist youâd have sworn the land stretched on forever. The heat is also comforting, the sun wraps you in a tight embrace kissing your skin. You wished you could see his face, you wondered if he was enamored with the scenery just as you are.
âItâs amazing isnât itâŠlike a whole new world.â He breathes looking around curiously. One hand gripped the wheel and the other pointed to a viper green snake in the distance.
âDid you see that?!â He exclaims excitedly.
âI did.â You say softly.
He coughs awkwardly, he didnât want to embarrass himself in front of you but animals are his weakness. He felt an obligation to protect creatures smaller than him, what better way to use his gigantic size. After what felt like an eternity he pulls into an open area at the top of the mountain overlooking the base. He puts the car in park and takes the key from the ignition. You unbuckle your seatbelt, turning your body to hop down; König jogs around the vehicle blocking your path.
âAllow me.â He pretends to open an invisible door.
You jump down and punch his arm playfully. You both laugh filling the open air with joy. He admires you bent over laughing from your gut, a real laugh, thatâs when you were most beautiful. He loved seeing happiness radiate from you, you wore it well. He wanted to make everyday a good day filled with bliss, he dreamed of one day being the one to make that a reality for you. He swings his duffel bag out with a huff walking over to a clear patch of land. With razor focus he unzips the bag unloading its contents onto the sandy ground. He lays a green blanket down before laying zip lock bags of mystery foods on to the cloth. To finish off the set up he sets up two colas on either side of the picnic blanket. It was one of the cutest things youâve ever seen, he plops down in the blanket waving you over. You canât help but smile at the exquisite dining arrangement designed by the renowned König.
âBeautiful set up chef.â You joke.
âOn todayâs menu we have the chefsâ choiceâŠHam and cheese sandwich. My secret ingredient is melted cheese courtesy of todayâs weather. Strawberries, hand picked by me from the local farmers market. And two delicious warm cokes.â Your nose scrunches in disgust, earning a hearty laugh from the colonel. His laugh was like liquid gold, it rumbled deep, shaking your core. Itâs a shame others didnât get to witness this playful side of him.
âSounds⊠yummy.â You say snagging a ham sandwich. You unzip the bag and have an experimental bite. To your surprise itâs not too bad, somehow the sun melted cheese worked. Not something youâd have regularly for a snack but the fact that König cooked it, made it taste better. You canât imagine him moving around the kitchen, did he keep the mask on or take it off? You giggle at the image of him with an apron and mask on.
âYouâre always giggling and Iâm never a part of the joke.â He pouts.
âI was just imagining you cooking in a cute little apron. Would you keep the mask on or take it off.â You tease.
âWouldnât you like to know.â He slips his sandwich under the hem of his mask, taking a bite. At this angle the sunlight glows behind you like a halo. König admires how angelic you are, he didnât understand how someone could look so perfect. There wasnât a word in any language that could describe your beauty, inside and out you were radiant. A rose blush sweeps his face, he looks away realizing how long heâs been staring. Butterflies flutter in your stomach.You turn away relocating your attention to the incredible view. At this height the wind whips strongly , blowing a cool breeze through the air. You close your eyes tilting your face to the sky, his eyes trail down your neck peering at the steady thump of your vein. He remembers the way you look with your pulse beating out of control;lustful eye low eyes staring back at him. That night you took a piece of him with you, he has never been so needy for a woman in his life. In a metaphorical sense you were a succubus and he would gladly give up his soul.
âGod youâre gorgeous.â He breathes. Your eyes widen as you stammer for words nervously.
âW-what, you canât just say that out of nowhere.â You stutter.
âShould I give you a warning next time?â He flirts.
âYouâre always messing with me.â You slap his hand. He smirks loving how you crumble for him. He reaches over to grab the bag of fresh strawberries, his palm brushes the base of your thigh. He slides a berry under his mask, making a sound of approval.
âMmm. These are really good. Try it.â He plucks a strawberry from the bag, holding it up to your lips.
Youâre hesitant for a while looking at the berry in disbelief, he couldnât be serious. This is definitely not something friends do but you do have a habit of overthinking things. Maybe this is one of those things, itâs just a strawberry, nothing less, and nothing more. You nod coyly, leaning in and wrapping your plump lips around the fruit as your teeth sink in; taking a small bite. His jaw tenses as he fights back the urge to lick the sticky juices from your mouth. With his free hand he lifts his mask, exposing the lower portion of his face. There is an intensity behind his eyes as he slides the rest of your half eaten berry past his blushed lips.
âYouâre right, these areâŠreallyâŠgood.â You trail as he closes the distance between you.
âHere, have some more then.â He bites another one. His giant hand rests at the back of your neck pulling you closer inch by inch. All thoughts evacuate your mind as his soft breath brushes your lips. Heâs so close you can almost taste him. So achingly close that it makes your heart leap right out of your chest. Why was he doing this to you, making you yearn to feel him again. Reminding you of the mind bending orgasms he gave you that night. It wasnât fair, how could you be friends when he is so irresistible? You canât. You shouldnât. You wonât. He brushes his soft warm lips over yours begging for permission, pleading for just one kiss. You did. Youâre caught in his net as your lips meld desperately in a symphony of passion. His tongue spreads the strawberry nectar across your taste buds making the kiss intoxicatingly sweet. He shifts onto his knees towering over you, never breaking the kiss. He leans down deepening it, gripping the curve of your hips; a camo clad knee forces through the barrier of your thighs. Itâs feverish and greedy, he kisses you like heâll never get the chance to again. Your back arches into his touch, a loud moan echoes through the mountain as he teases your pulsing clit. The friction was unbearable, it felt good but it wasnât enough. You wanted, no, needed more. Your pussy quivers as he breaks the kiss to nip at the sensitive skin of your neck.
âW-we canât. Friends donât uhn-friends canât do this.âYou pant.
âI want to please you. I didnât get to show you all of my tricks last time.â He whispers seductively. He pushes you back onto your elbows, clearing the picnic blanket in one swoop of his hand. You stare down at him, your breathing is erratic wondering what his next move will be. Strong calloused fingers work the complicated buckle of your work pants. Soon your pants are not only unbuckled but being slid down the length of your legs. Your chunky black combat boots prevented them from going any further so naturally he removed those too; leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. You couldnât believe you were letting this happen and in a desert nonetheless. König wastes no time grasping your hips and lifting your pelvis, leveling your pussy with his eager mouth. Your shoulders and head rest on the blanket while your lower half is suspended upward; legs dangling on his hunched shoulders. Even with him leaning over, your ass is still elevated at a staggering height. Youâre completely at his mercy, no matter how much you squirm his grip is iron tight. The black fabric of his mask sits on the plush of your mound hiding his face as he kisses your warm lower lips. You couldnât see anything from this angle and the mask added even more security to his next action. You watch the clouds move up above as he traces the glazed slit of your entrance, your hips buck in response. A quiet whimper vibrates your skin as he tastes you for the first time, the scent of your arousal fills the limited space in his mask. Every breath he took was filled with you, that one lick already had his dick frustratingly hard and throbbing.
âDu schmeckst so verdammt fantastisch (you taste so fucking amazing)â he mumbles into your heat. Itâs impossible to hold back any more, his tongue slithers up and down the slippery split of your cunt. The tip of his tongue draws circles around your stiff clit, he nips and sucks at the bundle of nerves making your legs shake. His hands sink into your thighs as he pushes deeper into your delectable pussy. The thick flat of his tongue laps at your labia teasing the wet folds of your outer sex. Your muscles contract as he explores every crevice of your dewy flower, your juices dribble down his chin as he teases the perimeter of your tight hole. You grind up into his face wanting him to go further tasting the deepest parts of your sweetness. His hands release your thighs leaving the heavy lifting to your core strength. Your body shakes as you fight to stay in this position not wanting the pleasure to end.
âThatâs it, you're doing so good Schatz(love) youâre going to have to put in some work to cum.â He breathes. His hands tug at your shirt fighting to push it up past your breast. You decide to help him out, lifting your shirt and black bra in one motion; your nipples are stiff with arousal. He rolls your hard peaks between his fingers, teasing and caressing the sensitive buds. Your mouth falls slack as his tongue eases into you, your walls clench as he strokes your inner velvet. A sloshing wet sound fills the air as he fucks your cunt with his long skillful tongue. Your hands fist the blanket as you become overwhelmed by all the sensations. How could something wrong feel so good.
âNo no no you canât cum yet, I am still enjoying my meal.â He reprimands. You bite your lip and stare up at him with pleading teary eyes.
âP-please let me cum, sâto much c-canât hold it please.â You cry.
âLook at me Prinzessin. Focus on me. Just like that, Iâm so proud of you. Donât give up beautiful. You're taking it so well.â He praises, locking eyes with you. He feels your pussy flutter on his tongue as you fight the urge to drench his face. He sucks your clit into his mouth gently, with a final pull sending you tumbling over the edge.
âIâm g-gonna cum, need to cum fuck-â
Your spent cunt spurts delicious cream all over Königs face, drenching his mask.
âLook at the mess you made. Naughty girl.â He eases your body back to the ground, licking his lips. You lie there twitching, unable to form a coherent sentence.
~
âSuns going down. Weâd better start heading back to base.â He says in a disappointed tone. He wished this day could last forever but that wasnât realistic. The last thing he wanted to deal with was ghost pulling rank on him again. You nod helping him pack his duffel bag, he smiles as your hands brush when reaching for the same items.
âI had so much fun with you today.â You chat loading the leftover snacks into the bag.
âMe too. We should come back here soon, Iâll pack better lunches next time.â He promises, throwing the bag over his shoulder.
âEverything was perfect. I wouldnât change a thing.â You assure, swallowing back the feelings of regret. What did this mean moving forward, did you make the mistake of leading him on again? König catches a glimpse of doubt on your face and speaks up.
âTodayâŠnever happened. We hung out, as friends.â He pats your head. You smile up at him appreciating his kindness and understanding, he knew you never meant to hurt him. Today was all on him, he took that step knowing what it meant and heâd do it again. He knows you need time to figure things out and he was done being impatient. He is sure about his feelings for you and is willing to wait as long as it takes.
âLetâs go.â He taps your butt as he walks by. You gasp smacking his back in return,trailing behind him to the jeep. He tosses the duffle bag in the back seat, walking around to help you into the car.
You stop in your tracks peering up into his beautiful lush green eyes, his heart thumps rapidly.
âDid you forget something?â He asks.
âNo. Youâre justâŠincredible you know that.â
âY/n I-Get down!â He leaps forward shielding your body as you two tumble to the ground in a panic.
âAh! Scheisse! Iâve been hit.â He groans, squeezing the oozing gunshot wound. A ringing sounds in your ears from the blast, everything moves in slow motion as you help him limp to the Jeep.
âA fucking sniper. We have to move! Now! Driveâ he instructs baring down his teeth, holding back a scream. His leg is on fire, blood spurts between his fingers as he applies pressure. The gas pedal is touching the floor as you push the vehicle as fast as itâll go. Your fist beats down on the horn trying to alert the front gate youâre coming in hot. one hand swerves the wheel frantically twisting and turning and the other is on Königs head holding him close as you quick fire words of affirmation.
âItâs gonna be okay, please stay with me. Hang on alittle longer. König? König?! Fuck!â You sob whipping the wheel back and forth making it harder for the snipe to aim. His consciousness begins to fade from the excessive blood loss; the once cream flooring of the Jeep is now a cherry red. His hand goes limp as he faints no longer applying pressure to the wound. Heâs fading fast.
âNo no no wake up. I know youâre sleepy but stay with me please please König weâre almost there.â Tears stream down your face as you beat down on the horn. The gate is a few feet away, the soldier on guard sees you approaching at 150 miles an hour. He sounds the alarm, triggering the gate to open up slowly. You canât let up on the speed itâs too late, you have to push it. Any further delay could cost him his life, you slam your foot to the floor giving it all youâve got. A loud crack slices through the air as you burst through the half opened gate, taking the side view mirrors off in the process. Both feet hit the brakes forcing you to a violent stop. You jump out, yelling for back up.
âPlease help me, he's hit! The colonel has been shot! Please he isnât responding help me!â You scream, wrapping your hands around his calf trying to stop the bleeding.
âY/n! What happened?!â Maya runs up taking off her shirt to use as a makeshift tourniquet.
âThey shot him.â You hyperventilate.
âWho shot him?! Get him to the operating room now!â She barks at the nearby soldiers.
âI-I donât knowâŠâ you sob watching the men carry him away.
âWhat if someone hears us?â You moan, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as he pumps your warm, stiff shaft. His body is hot and solid behind you; one hand stroking your dick and the other gripping right under your thigh, propping you up as a puppet, tugging at all of your strings. Your ass grinds against the crotch of his dark wash denim jeans, yearning for release. His hand slides to cup your ass, a mischievous finger toys with the rim of your twitching hole. Your asshole shivers in anticipation before relaxing to let his finger inside. He pets your walls, stretching you gently. Tojiâs back is pressed up against the cold wall of the bathroom stall as he strokes your cock. The rustle and bustle of traffic in the restaurant bathroom is the only thing keeping you from crying out in pleasure.
âThen you better keep your fucking mouth shut.â His long tongue licks the crown of your blushed ear. He chuckles mockingly, running the flat of his index finger over your dripping tip. He could feel the steady beat of your still hardening dick in his hand. His own erection strained painfully in his pants begging to be buried in your innermost parts. Soft plump lips plant kisses up the length of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your knees threaten to buckle as an orgasm draws near. The danger of being caught lit a fire inside you. This was your little secret and no one else knew how much pleasure you were receiving just beyond this stall door.
âWanna come stop by after dinner to play some video games with Rick and I?â The sound of water rushing nearly drowns out the manâs voice.
Another mystery man answers.
âYeah bro. I just gotta let Maddie know Iâll be home late.â You needed them to leaveânow.
If they didnât walk out of that restroom at that very moment, theyâd hear you melt into an absolute mess. Tojiâs large hand lets go of your twitching cock, he grabs your shoulder turning you to face him.
âPleaseâŠneed to fuck you.â He pants gripping the bulge in his jeans.
You nod, crouching down and unbuckling his black leather belt. He stares down at you with low lustful eyes. His scarred upper lip pulls to a smirk as his big dick bursts free standing at full attention. One hand cups his balls, massaging gently. The other pumps any exposed cock that didnât fit in your mouth.
âYeah,just like thatâŠget it nice and wet for me.â He groans.
The bathroom door creaks as the two men exit chatting happily with no idea Toji Fushiguro was crumbling in your hands. Now that there were no witnesses, you could give it everything you had. You look up at him as you gobble his pulsing rod, slurping and gagging as you take him down your throat. You swallow just as his tip kisses your uvula, contracting your throat muscles around him.
âFuuuck youâre such a fucking slutâŠâ his eyes roll back as his head falls back against the tile wall. You pull back, gently licking his tip as your hand slowly glides up the length of his dick, lapping up his salty pre-cum. You wanted every last drop, he hisses as you run the flat of your tongue up his throbbing shaft. His dick flinches at such pleasure, slipping from your grasp. Spit flows down your chin as he pulls away. His hands cup your under arms as he lifts you to your feet.
âSpread it for me.â He pushes you to the wall, your face squishes against the surface. Your hands reach behind you, pulling the plush skin of your ass apart. Your hole quivers as the cool air hits it, Toji wastes no time easing into you.
His tip pushes past your eager entrance, you groan as he stretches you. He fills you up inch by inch, your anal walls clamp down on him, sucking him in deeper. His huge veiny hand grips your jaw as he forces two fingers in your mouth. He growls slamming into you with urgency. The pressure in your stomach makes your legs weak, you brace your palms against the wall as he pounds into you fervently. His other hand slides up your shirt, teasing the pointed peaks of your nipples. His finger circles it as he thrust into you balls deep, your jaw bites down in his fingers as he hits your gspot. âHarder, fuck you know just how I like it.â He pinches your nipple, rutting into you faster, your face slamming against the wall with every thrust. Your teeth bare down harder on his fingers, his cock twitched uncontrollably begging for release. Your tight fluttering hole responses clenching around the girth of his member just as your hot cum burst free staining the wall infront of you. He follows closely behind running his nails down your torso hard enough to break skin as he rails into you with long deep strokes.
âFuck fuck fuck sâto good c-cummingâ he growls.
His cum shoots warm and thick against your sweet spot, his cock trembles semi hard still inside you.
âNo.â Ghost doesnât even bother looking up from whatever document heâs scribbling on.
âPlease, Iâll do any other cruel and unusual punishment you have lined up for me.â You plead.
âYou donât get to argue the terms of your probation. König is who youâre training with, no questions asked.â He says through clenched teeth.
âWhy canât I just work with someone else. Thereâs plenty of people on base.â You reach over snagging a mint from the decorative bowl at the corner of his desk. His eyes follow your movements. It wasnât like you to not get along with someone, everyone on base either loved you or felt indifferent. Of course there was a handful that werenât the nicest because of your popularity but König wouldnât fall into that category. âWhy do you want to switch partners? Did something happen between you two?â His question makes your eyes widen remembering how König was balls deep inside you just a few nights ago. Luckily ghost's eyes are locked on the paperwork in front of him. You stand turning your back to him, hiding the hot flush that creeps onto your cheeks.
âItâs nothing like that.â You say with false confidence. The small crack in your voice catches his attention. What was this feeling at the pit of his stomach, a feeling that made his jaw tense and heart pound. He finally looks away from the paper, capturing your gaze with an intensity that makes goosebumps prickle at your skin. He rises to his feet, palms planted firmly on the surface of the desk. âFine. I wonât pryâŠI donât have any other expendable men.â He rasps.
âWhat about you? Itâs just three hours and itâs after work hours. We both know you donât have a life serg.â You chuckle. If you had X-ray vision you would see the irritated expression under the mask.
âI am your superior. That means I have actual work to do unlike you sorry excuses for soldiers.â He flips through the piles of paperwork.
âThat isnât very nice sergeant, youâve got to be more pleasant in the workplace.â You tease walking around the office space, touching things as you go.
There is a tall bookcase in the corner that catches your eye. Thick spined books with elegant writing line the shelves. Along with a small cactus and tank figurines, a picture frame stands out. A beautiful brunette woman holding a baby wrapped in a tiny blue blanket , smiles at the camera in a dated looking room. A shadow cast behind you, turning around, you're faced with a huge vest covered chest. He takes the frame lifting it over your head to sit on the top shelf. He smells of gunpowder and a Smokey musk, your back bumps the case as he steps closer. Naturally your eyes close not sure what exactly you were waiting on to happen. His arm retracts holding a black leather covered book with silver embroidery.
âWho was that woman?â You exhale as he steps away walking back to his desk.
âNo one.â He flips through the pages, nodding to himself as if heâd found what he was looking for.
âWho was that baby? I didnât know you had a kid, that must mean youâre marriedâŠwho would marry you serg youâre so serious all the time.â You plop your butt onto the desk. He shakes his head fighting the urge to add another week to your probation for sitting on his desk. His gaze sharpens.
âThe child is not mine.â He says.
âOh a scandal, whoâs child is it? I canât believe your wife would do that to you sergeant, need a hug?â You open your arms beckoning him forward.
âI am not married. Donât you have toilets to clean. Get out.â He pushes your hip off his desk.
âWe havenât even come to an agreement yet!â You exclaim, feet hitting the ground.
âFine. I will train with you just for today if itâll get you out of my office.â He offers.
âThe rest of the week.â You barter.
âTwo days.â He responds.
âFour.â You fold your arms.
âThree. Final offer rookie.â He shakes his head.
âFine, three days is better than one.â
âYouâll be the one to inform König youâre switching partners.â The computer keyboard clicks as he enters something into the database. At this point he had to be getting off to your embarrassment, if looks could kill heâd be a goner. Ghost didnât tolerate taking the easy way out, if two people had issues on base they would be addressed and resolved quickly. He always said there wouldnât be war within our army.
âI-fine i'll tell him.â You sigh knowing he wouldnât budge.
âGood,now leave, Iâm busy.â He waves you off without glancing up.
~
Three days. That should be enough time for things to cool down between you and König, you think, grabbing a lunch tray. The line moves steadily as the staff ladles today's lunch onto each plate.
You smile at the older lady behind the table, holding out your tray.
ây/n, Iâve got your lunch packed up right here for you.â She bends down grabbing a brown paper bag with your name scribbled on it. She nods apologetically, placing the bag on your plate, peanut butter and jelly againâŠyum.
âY/n! Over here!â A cute brown skinned woman with luscious dreadlocks waves you over. Maya. You and Maya enlisted at the same time, basically going through the whole process together. Without her, you donât know how long you would have lasted here. when you two found out youâd be stationed at the same base it felt like fate intended for you to stay with each other, Sheâs the entire reason you planned to reenlist. Unfortunately your closeness meant she could see right through you, so you had to find a way to keep her off your trail.
âHey May thanks for holding my seat.â You sit across from her.
âNo problem youâd do the same for me.â She jokes biting into her apple. You unroll the wrinkled paper bag that looked like it could have something illegal inside of it. You pull out a poorly wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with a juice box and an orange. Your nose scrunches at the thought of tasting sticky peanut butter and sickly sweet grape jelly again. You look longingly at Mayaâs lunch, your stomach growls in envy.
âPeanut butter and jelly again I canât believe ghost, do you want to trade lunches?â She pushes her tray towards you. You shake your head unwrapping the plastic and taking a bite of your sandwich.
âI like the pain.â You say in a playful tone.
âYouâre such a freak.â She laughs rolling her eyes.
The mess hall echoed with chatter from various conversations, every table for lack of a better word, had their own cliques. It wasnât like some cheesy highschool movie but everyone had their own friend groups theyâd break off with during lunch. Guys like Ghost and König didnât dine in the mess hall so when you see König leaned up against the wall watching you, it completely catches you off guard.
âWhatâs his deal?â Maya asks not even trying to hide the fact that she was staring back.
âWe had a disagreement.â You sip your juice box averting your gaze from him.
âNo way, youâve been telling me how you two were getting along so well. Did something happen? Iâll kick his ass right now.â She says in a serious tone. König stood at 6ft 6inches tall with the body of a tank but Maya was statuesque at 5â11 inches tall with an extremely toned physique. He was strong but so is Maya, she trains with the men for fun. After long days of them making sexist jokes, She loved beating the shit out of them. She can squat 250+ pounds easily so you definitely donât take her threat lightly.
âIt wasnât like that Maya, this one might be on me. Iâve been avoiding the issue instead of talking it out with himâŠâ you trail biting the sandwich.
âWell then it sounds like you know what to do.â She touches your hand, nodding in his direction.
âYeahâŠyouâre right. I am a part of the special military forces. Iâm not afraid of a conversation.â You shoot up ready to deliver the news of your new partnership with ghost.
Your legs wobble as you walk to the trash, throwing away your tray. You can feel his eyes follow your every move as you snake through the cafeteria full of people. Heâs leaning against the wall with one leg, arms folded, peering down at you. His body language was reserved, there was an invisible wall stacked between you two.
âKönig I-â you start.
â-We will not be speaking during work hours rookie.â He says coldly.
âKönig please I-â he interrupts you again.
âColonel König.â
âColonel König. I need to talk to you about something.â You whisper.
âYouâll have to schedule an appointment during my office hours.â His voice is flat.
âYou know what, fine, fuck this.â You storm off, fed up with his distance. His hand twitches fighting the urge to reach out and pull you back. Instead he watches as you slip further away from him. Truth isâŠhe was scared. Scared that youâd reject him and that youâd felt everything that happened was just a mistake. He found himself pulling back before you could deliver the final blow. Your departure in the middle of the night showed him what he needed to know about your feelings for him. It was just a one night stand, nothing moreâŠRight? If that was the case why was his chest tight at the idea that heâd just hurt you.
~
âYouâre slow!â Ghost barks as your body hits the mat. You cough, holding your side. He stares down at you with impatient eyes, waiting for you to reset.
âAgain.â He orders as you stand rubbing your ribs.
If he was holding back, youâd hate to feel his full power, he could toss you around like it was nothing. With your feet planted firmly on the ground, you step one foot back allowing more range for your dominant hand. Your fists are raised, just as König taught you, protecting your jaw. Ghost swings left punching the barrier of your forearms, it hurts, but your guard doesnât break. You duck his right hook taking the advantage and hitting him with a quick body shot to the gut. He stumbles crashing into one of the wooden pillars in the training room. You advance keeping your guard up, to his surprise you rush him jabbing the hard material of his mask. One of your weak points was the inability to strike someone when theyâre down. If he didnât have military grade training, the mask would have shattered from the force of your blows. Before that can happen he attacks low, swiping your knees from under you. Your back crashes onto the mat, knocking the wind out of you. You wheeze from the impact trying to catch your breath. Ghost towers over you with both wrists locked in his iron grip. You can hear him breathing heavily, his chest pressing against your with every exhale. Your legs wrap around him in an attempt to get the upper hand, he doesnât budge as you try to flip his body. He chuckles at your struggle lifting your arms above your head to show off his strength. âGive up.â He pants as you wiggle beneath him.
âThat isnât what you taught me now is it?â Your hips buck against his waist. A tiny whimper escapes his lips, his hand lets your wrist loose to replace it on your leg. His cock strains in the tight confines of his cargos, if not for the thick material, youâd have felt him poking your inner thigh. Utilizing your center gravity, you rock your body using his weight to roll completely over, landing on top of him. Your legs straddle his thighs. without thinking, his big hands grab your waist balancing you.
âWho was that woman in the picture?â He struggles under you, your knees tense, locking him in place. Now he quite literally couldnât run from the question.
âNo one.â He doesnât budge.
âShe must be important if you wonât talk about her.â You implore.
âSince when are we worried about each other's personal lives?â He relaxes, no longer fighting back.
âWhenever I bring it up, you get this pained look in your eyeâŠlike something changed you. Like a piece of you is still hurting.â Your voice softens. His heart thumps at your words, he can no longer look you in the eyes. He wanted to fight the urge to let you in, to have you truly know him. No one knew him and thatâs the way he likes it . If no one gets attached, then no one would be put in danger because of him. He didnât trust himself to protect the ones he cared for after what happened.
âShe was my mother.â He says finally.
âWas? What happened to her?â You lean down to hear him better, your face inches from his.
âI couldnât protect her.â his voice was barely a whisper. You both jump as the training room door creaks open.
âSorry Iâm late y/n-â König freezes with a tense jaw and clenched fist. After the heated moment earlier he planned to apologize for his behavior at practice today. He had decided to conquer his fears and give you guys a real shot. He wanted to confess his true feelings today when you two had some alone time but things just changed. You scramble off of ghostâs lap standing to your feet clumsily. König takes a step back as you approach him.
âThis is what I was trying to tell you earlierâŠme and ghost will be training together for the next three daysâŠâ you ramble.
âRight. Then Iâll just leave you two to do your âtrainingâ.â He backs into the doorway turning on his heels. He wanted to go back there and beat Sergeant Ghostâs face in, break every finger he laid on you. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you back home and pound every ounce of anger he had into you. He wanted everyone to know you were hisâŠbut you werenât and he had to accept that. He couldnât stop you from exploring other options but he wouldnât sit back and watch either. Ghost sits up watching the whole thing play out, he could see the anger seething off of König. He got the exact same feelings right before a mission, that sense of imminent danger. This was more than some silly fight between the two of you, he realized that now. He realized what you meant to König and now what you meant to him. His heart drops as he watches you run after König, he thinks about calling after you but chokes back the words.
âKönig please wait!â You yell running behind him. You grunt as he stops suddenly, making you slam into his back.
âWhat is there to talk about y/n? You donât owe me anything.â He mutters.
âI know this sounds like bullshit but that wasnât what it looked like.â
âYouâre right it does sound like bullshit.â He says.
âI just needed a break from thisâŠfrom us. Just for a few days.â You explain.
âYouâve made it painfully clear there is no us.â He snaps. His head shakes as if he wanted to say more but instead he walks away leaving you alone in the hall.
~
âHow was your dayâ Maya asks, slipping on her purple bonnet.
âHorrible. May, do you think Iâm a good person?â You ask, climbing in her bunk. She welcomes you with open arms, stroking your head gently. You nessel into her embrace, finding comfort in her touch. Maya always knew the right things to say, you could count on her to make you feel better after hard days.
âOf course I think youâre a good person y/n. What makes you ask something like that?â She strokes your hair, looking down at you with concerned eyes.
âI just needed to hear it.â she pulls you close, kissing your forehead.
âYou know you can talk to me about anything.â She states seriously.
âI know.â You sigh.
âWell youâre one of the best people Iâve ever met.â She assures.
âThank you may I love you.â You kiss her cheek before throwing your legs over the bunk and walking to your bed.
âI love you too weirdo, goodnight.â She rolls over pulling the cover up to her neck.
~
âWider.â Ghost orders, slipping two fingers in your open mouth. You suck desperately, wiggling your ass in anticipation. A large warm hand pushes your thighs apart exposing your dripping slit, your back arches as they flick your beating bud. Who? You turn your body and behind you is a half lidded König looking back. His green eyes stare into your soul as he slides a thick finger inside you, pulling it out achingly slow before pumping it back inside again. Your gaze is snatched away by ghost and met with a stiff twitching cock. Clear pre-cum oozes from his flustered tip, using his thumb he gently opens your mouth, sliding his head over the plush of your lower lip. He hisses as you take him in fully, hollowing your cheeks to take him even deeper. You gasp as König stretches you with another finger, stroking the deepest parts of you. Wet squelching fills the space as your pussy drools with arousal. Saliva dribbles down your chin as your head bobs, swallowing as much of him as your body allowed. His head falls back as his tip is met with the back of your warm velvet throat. You gag, making your throat quiver around him, his hips rock sporadically , fingers tangled in your hair. âSâfucking good babyâŠthatâs it youâre making me feel so good-â Ghost whimpers, head lolling back.
âAhhh uhnâŠâ You groan, mouth full, as König runs the flat of his tongue up your split, licking away your slippery nectar. His tongue pets your stiff clit, sucking and licking every inch of your inner sex. His five Oâclock shadow rubs against your sensitive lips as he pushes deeper, snaking his tongue inside your tight hole. Your jaw goes slack as he tastes you from the inside fucking you with his wriggling tongue.
âFocus on me.â Ghost growls tilting your face to meet his fuck drunk eyes. His hips move aggressively, pounding the back of your throat without mercy. He pulls out admiring the long glistening trail of spit connecting the two of you before thrusting back in.
âAre you ready to take me Prinzessin?(princess)â König calls, planting soft kisses down your back. You nod your head attempting to say yes but all he hears are small moans and gags. He lines himself between your plush thighs, his tip pushes past the barrier of soft skin. You can feel his dick pulsing so close to your needy cunt you begin to whine, you shake your ass hoping to inch him closer. âIâll fuck you when Iâm ready.â He grunts, stroking your inner thighs with his cock. Your womanhood is soaking wet at the idea that these two monsters were using your body to get off too. âYour thighs feel just as good as that pretty pussy between your legsâ he moans fucking your thighs. Ghost pulls back, slapping the curved underside of his dick on your swollen blushed lips.
âAre you tired baby, do you want me to cum?â He teases rubbing his head over your smooth skin.
âShe doesnât deserve to cum yet sergeant.â König slams into you with one long stroke. Ghost follows suit, ramming the back of your throat and trapping your screams inside. König grips your waist holding you still as he absolutely rails you, your pussy flutters with each stroke. His curved dick kisses your sweet spot with every thrust, your walls clench around him when he pulls back. Your entrance squeezes his tip, trying to suck him deeper. With short frustrating thrusts, he fucks you using just the tip of his cock.
âYouâre so greedy, you already have a cock in your mouthâŠand youâre telling me you want more?â He flicks his hips rutting deep inside you. His fingers dig into your hips so hard you knew itâd leave a bruise. They rock your body between them using every piece of you to make themselves cum. You hear an audible âpopâ as König uses his spit to lubricate his finger before teasing the only hole that wasnât full. Slapping sounds fill the air as he pounds into you, massaging your tight little hole. Ghost starts moving faster, making tears fall down your cheeks from overstimulation.
âThat slutty mouth is begging for my cum isnât it?â He chokes, his dick spasming in your mouth.
He makes an inhuman noise as he slams into you one final time before shooting thick salty cum down your throat. Königâs nails dig into your hips as he fucks you so hard, your stomach aches. He reached around grabbing your throat as his pace picks upâŠhe was close.
âCanât take anymore p-please König Iâm so closeâ you cry, eyes rolling back.
âI love the way you beg.â He impales you one last time going as deep as your pussy allowed him. His cock trembles inside you as hot cum shoots from his pulsing tip. You fall to the bed in exhaustion, shaking like a leaf.
~
You wake up to the nagging sound of your alarm. Oh no you think pulling the covers up to your chest.
The sheets were soaking wet, if you didnât remember last night's dream youâd have sworn you had an accident. Honestly youâd prefer if the infamous toilet dream was the culprit but that wasnât the case here. This was a good old fashioned wet dream. Youâve had your fair share of wet dreams but König and GhostâŠyou had to be out of your mind. your brain probably used yesterday's events to generate some random dream sequence, it couldnât mean anything. You stand, quickly stripping the sheets and making your way to the showers to wash off last nightâs dream-like fun.
You get dressed and book it to the janitors closet to get a head start on your choresâŠsomething you never did. You couldnât face either of them now, you decide to just bury yourself in your work. How could you talk This out? What would you say âhey I had a dream you two completely dominated me so we canât chat right now?â. Youâd rather die than ever admit something like that. Maybe this was a sign it was time to really think about your feelings. You need to truly understand how your heart works so nobody else would get hurt. You wondered where König was and what he was doing. Was he thinking about you the way you were thinking of him? You move the mop absentmindedly along the tile floor. You felt so safe with König, his laugh could light up a room, he was beautiful inside and out. But something about Ghost intrigued you and left you wanting more. You had to come up with a fair way to get to know both of them without anyone getting hurt.
~
âMaya, what if I wanted to date two people at once?â You lean over the lunch table so no one else would hear you. Sheâs quiet for a second, waiting for you to laugh but she sees how serious you are.
âWhat the hell are you talking about y/n?â She plops an orange slice in her mouth.
âJust hypothetically, how would you go about that?â You raise an eyebrow.
âWellâŠcommunication. Both parties would have to have a mutual understanding. Consent is key.â She explains.
âSo just show your interest in the idea and inform them of the terms?â
âRight, but the real question is why would you want to do something like that?â She tilts her head.
âFirst of all itâs hypothetical, and second why should someone have to choose between two people they barely know. Shouldnât they get the chance to atleast get to know each person.â You take a disgusting bite of your sandwich.
âWellâŠthe person can try being friends with them first. That way there are no expectations.â
âWhat if they are stubborn and expect an answer right away?â You ask doe eyed. Maya pats your head supportively.
âThen they arenât the ones for you.â You nod, shooting from your chair.
âGod youâre so smart. I gotta go! See you later!â You yell back running out of the mess hall leaving your half eaten lunch.
~
You burst through ghosts office door without knocking as usual and as usual he gives you an annoyed look. To your surprise König sits at the opposite side of the desk, your guess is heâs being briefed on the next mission. His legs are wide as he leans back in his chair staring back at you silently.
âGreat, you're both here.â You start.
âWhat do you want Rookie?â Ghost asks.
âWe need to talkâŠâ König stands, not wanting to hear whatever conversation you had to have with ghost.
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