This will be the masterlist for my Kinktober writings. All of them will feature Jeanz. Some will involve canon characters, and others will feature other ocs that my friends have willingly let me use. :3
Graduation of the first year who had made it through hell. There were drinks flowing and laughter, celebration everywhere. Nikito joined in with the other cadets, drinking and dancing with Ridoc and the others.
Eventually, she had to get away, just to have time to herself, but that didn’t last long. Not when a shadow started curling around her wrist to get her attention.
She let out a small hum, raising her hand and gently brushing against the shadow, watching as it curled tighter to her wrist as if it was happy to get the attention.
“Spoiling my shadows?” a deep voice purred as he materialized from the shadows in front of her, his gold-onyx eyes tracing over the dress she was wearing.
Xaden. Of course, it would be him, the wingleader. The one about whom Nikito had plenty of naughty dreams, all kinds of scenarios. Not that she would ever voice them out loud, but there had been times she swore she had caught him looking at her in a way a wing leader shouldn’t.
“Spoiling?” She asked, tilting her head with a grin as she walked up to him, “Just giving them a bit of affection.”
Xaden’s eyes took her in, glancing over that scar across her lips, his eyes darkening slightly.
“Wanted to give you a graduation present, think you’re up for it, Niki?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as a shadow wound its way up her leg.
Her heart raced as she tried to think of what he wanted to give her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked; they had many conversations over the past year, and she would even call them friends.
“A present from you? I’m honored, Xaden,” she mused, following him as he started heading down the hallway, that shadow still curled around her leg, now around her thigh, where it seemed to give her a possessive squeeze.
He let out a chuckle, a shadow moving from his fingers to caress her cheek, curling into her long brown hair.
“Oh, you’ll enjoy it,” he said, his tone full of suggestion.
They fell silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and it seemed charged as she realized they were heading for his room, his private room. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest as her mind ran wild. The shadow squeezed around her thigh again, as if letting her know that, yes, her mind was going in the correct direction.
As soon as they were inside his room, he threw up a sound shield so no one would hear them, crowding her against the door with a look of pure desire in his eyes.
Without another word, hearing her breath hitch, he pressed forward, the hard planes of his chest pressing against her curves, his lips descending on hers. His eyes closed as he let out a sigh against her lips, one of his hands falling to her hip, the other resting on the door by her head.
Nikito let out a soft gasp, her hazel eyes fluttering closed as she kissed Xaden back, her heart fluttering in her chest as her arms reached up, wrapping around his neck, tugging slightly as his hair as she leaned into the kiss.
He let out a noise, pressing her back against the door. His hands wandered down, tracing over her curves, hooking under her thighs as he lifted her, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, seeking entrance.
She opened her mouth, her tongue tangling with his as he moved, keeping his lips attached to hers. He moved them backward, finally pulling back to breathe as he lay her down on the bed.
“Been wanting to do this for months,” he murmured, hovering over her as he drank the sight in.
Her long brown hair was splayed across his pillow, and it wasn’t the most beautiful sight he had seen. He could see her chest moving up and down with her panting breath, her own eyes darkened in lust.
He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her throat, his teeth grazing her skin, eliciting a delicious-sounding gasp from those pretty scarred lips.
She felt like her skin was on fire, like she could burn, and she would thank him for it. This was already better than what she could have ever dreamed up.
Her back arched as his fingers found the zipper of her dress, tugging it down slowly, his fingertips brushing against her skin gently. His mouth followed as he nipped and licked his way down, following the dress as he pushed it off of her.
His shadows slinked out, tugging the dress off the rest of the way. Xaden leaned back to drink her in, admiring the way her dragon’s mark curled around her waist on the left side. Reaching down, he unhooked that bra, revealing supple breasts to his gaze that he descended on, sucking one of her pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the little bud.
Nikito let out a breathy moan, her back arching against the pleasure of his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders slightly. He let out a hiss of pleasure-filled pain, his shadows moving and wrapping around her wrists, pinning them down to the bed.
“No touching,” he purred, as he pulled back from her nipple with a devilish grin.
Nikito let out a small whine in protest, trying to lift her hands, but the shadows had her successfully pinned, caressing her pulse point. A shiver went through her as Xaden’s lips lowered, leaving soft nips behind, admiring the marks that bloomed across her skin.
His fingers hooked into her underwear, tugging them down her legs as he watched another shiver run through her. He had waited months to see this sight, her spread open for him, so willing. His shadows snaked around her ankles, pinning her legs open.
Xaden started stripping himself, watching as more shadows covered her supple body. One wrapped around her breast, squeezing and brushing over the nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from Nikito, her mouth falling open.
His eyes darkened more as he watched another shadow brush down her toned stomach, brushing over her clit, a whimper leaving her as her legs seemed to drop open more. Xaden’s hand easily discarded his pants and his boxers, one hand wrapping around his thick length, pleased to keep watching as his shadows explored her body.
The moans leaving her, mixed with whimpers, were making his heart jump, and gods if he didn’t want to hear more. And that was his plan, he would have her here all night, eventually he planned on making her scream his name.
He kneeled on the bed in front of her, watching as one of his shadows continued to tease her clit, adding pressure and then pulling away for a moment.
“Xaden, please,” she whimpered, not even sure what she was pleading for.
“Patience, my little flame,” he murmured, bending over and slowly kissing his way up one of her legs.
A nip to her inner thigh turned into a bite, leaving another mark, this one she would wear for days, knowing he had marked her, made her his. His lips trailed higher, the shadow teasing her clit, lifting and slithering up her ribcage. It joined the other shadow, wrapping around her breast and squeezing, teasing her nipple.
Before she got her senses back, he licked a strip up between her folds, causing Nikito’s back to arch, a loud moan leaving her.
“Fuck, Xaden,” she moaned, tugging at the shadows that had her pinned to his bed.
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he groaned, diving in like a man starving.
His tongue lapped between her folds, teasing her entrance and her clit. He sucked on her clit, nipping at it slightly, eliciting more of those delicious moans. His gold-flecked onyx eyes looked up at her, taking in the sight of her vulnerability, lost in the waves of pleasure he was putting her through.
So fucking beautiful, he thought to himself, and promised he would see her like this as many times as he could.
Sliding a finger in her entrance resulted in hearing his name fall from her lips in a breathy gasp, like she was praying to him instead of the gods.
Pumping his finger in and out of her wet heat, he could feel her clenching around his finger, a loud moan leaving her as he added another finger, his tongue lapping at her clit.
Another finger followed, and he pulled back to watch her, his movements speeding up, hearing those moans and whimpers leaving her. He wanted to watch her fall apart from just his fingers and shadows before he felt her wrapped around his cock. He could practically feel her around him as he let his hand wrap around his shaft again.
“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” he gritted out, watching as his shadow brushed her clit while his fingers moved in and out of her heat.
A breathy whimper left Nikito as she opened her eyes to look at him, her head falling back at seeing his hand wrapped around his own cock. She had never felt more worshipped in her life, and he had barely touched her.
She knew she was ruined for anyone else, as she didn’t care. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her body beginning to tremble as she clenched around his fingers. She was getting close, and she knew it.
“X-Xaden,” she gasped out, feeling her power thrumming under her skin.
“That’s it. Let me feel you come undone around my fingers. Because the next time you do, it’ll be around my cock,” he purred, his lips curling up into a smirk.
A minute later, a loud moan left her, her back arching as she fell over the edge, clenching around his fingers as her body writhed. The power underneath her skin released with her cry, smoke billowing from somewhere in the room as something lit on fire.
Xaden’s shadows quickly smothered the flame, his hand pausing in the motion as he watched, completely enraptured as he saw her orgasm rush through her.
A groan left him as he shifted on the bed, his hand falling away from his thick shaft. Both of his hands gripped her hips, hard enough to leave bruises that had some part of him growling in primal need.
He lined his cock up with her entrance, pressing in slowly, watching as Nikito’s eyes rolled back in her head. She had never felt so full, and she knew in that moment she would be willing to kill for the ability to do this every time she could. As he bottomed out, she struggled with the shadows holding her wrists down, moaning at the thought of not being able to touch him. She wanted to run her fingers down his back, down his chest. Feel the weight of his cock in her hands, in her mouth.
“Fuck, Xaden. Please, move,” she begged, lifting her head enough to nip at his neck, right over the mark that painted him as a rebel's child.
He groaned and pulled back, only to thrust back into her roughly, earning him a breathy moan as her back arched again, her teeth sinking into his neck, leaving a mark. A rough moan left him as he thrust harder and faster.
She felt amazing wrapped around him, looking blissed out underneath him as his shadow fondled and squeezed her breasts. He could see the marks blooming on her skin, causing another groan to leave him as he moved faster.
He could feel her clenching around him, and he swore he had been blessed by all the gods in that moment, rebel child or not. He would spend the rest of his time alive chasing this high, chasing her.
“Fuck, Nikito,” he painted, a hand reaching between them, brushing over her breast, tweaking the nipple.
His hand moved up, around her throat, not squeezing, but enough for her to feel it, for the shiver that ran through her.
“Want to feel you. I need to feel you cum around my cock,” he murmured, leaning down and nipping at her collarbone.
Nikito moaned, struggling with the shadows still holding her down, wanting, no, needing to feel his skin under her hands. A whimper left her, but then he angled his hips just right, and a pleasure-filled scream left her, her back arching as her body began to tremble again.
“Come on, little flame,” he panted, feeling the coil in his lower abs tighten, knowing he was close himself.
He thrust once more, bottoming out again, and a loud moan left her as she clenched around his cock, her back arching as she came around him. Xaden thrust a couple more times, a roar of her name leaving him as he followed her, filling her up.
He continued moving his hips against hers, riding both of them through their orgasms. His shadows curled back towards them after covering the flames that appeared throughout his room from Nikito’s orgasm.
“We are quite a spark together, aren’t we?” he laughed as he pulled out, a hiss leaving him and her at the loss.
“Yeah, we really are,” she panted as she turned her head to look at him with a blissful grin.
“Round two of your graduation gift in ten?” he asked with a raised brow and a grin.
“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, pressing her lips to his in a kiss.
Content Warnings: NSFW; dubcon (writing this as consensual and established relationship, though it does not appear that way); chasing through the woods; overstimulation; dacryphilia; degredation; knife play (specfically using the handle); orgasm denial/control
A branch cuts your cheek as you run, trees everywhere and getting thicker. You can hear his boots behind you; you know he's close.
Closer than you realized, apparently, as your suddenly tackled to the ground. His arms pin yours to your sides immediately as he adjusts, knees straddling you and resting on your hands.
"Maus," he purs in your ear. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"
His tongue clicks softly, a chastising sound, before sliding up your neck.
"I told you not to run. That there'd be consequences, ja?"
While he talks down to you, his right hand messes with something on his hip. You can't see what he's doing, his entire upper body is blocking your view. A soft whimper slips past your lips and you can feel his smirk under the demon mask over the lower half of his face.
Krueger's right hand lifts finally, pinching the knife from his belt between his thumb and index finger.
"You don't even get my hand," he growls. "Punishments aren't meant to be what you wanted, after all."
He hums quietly and shifts enough to tug your pants and underwear down to your calves.
"Spread," he snaps, an order.
Your legs part insitinctively, quickly, and he holds the knife - handle toward you - over your core.
"You're enjoying this," Krueger pouts. "Tell me you want it."
You swallow thickly, nervous but definitely worked up, and nod.
The end of the knife handle presses against your opening. It's only there for a moment, teasing you.
"Tell me," he growls.
"I want it," you whimper finally.
"What do you want?" he muses, sliding the knife handle slowly over your core.
"You! I want you," you gasp, aching for his actual touch.
"Hmm... no."
The handle plunges into you and you gasp, back arching. He'd been teasing you all day before you ran, before he warned you not to run and you thought it was just a fun game. You're more than ready for what he's offering - even what he's not offering.
"You're filthy, maus," he growls, hand showing no mercy with the knife handle. "A dirty slut who just wants to be fucked. No matter what's fucking them, just wants to be full."
You squirm under his weight. The knife handle feels great, his words turn you on further, but it's not quite enough. Add everything up and the entire situation is starting to overstimulate you.
"Krueger," you whine, desperate for release - from his grasp or the coil in your stomach, you're not sure.
"Tell me how much you love this, slut, then I'll let you cum."
His hand pumps the knife handle in you faster, harder. The action steals your words as tears sting your eyes.
"Gonna cry for me, maus? Do it."
His left hand moves to your core, sliding over your most sensitive spot. Your back arches and your vision goes white. Tears stream from the corners of your eyes as you cry out in pleasure. But he doesn't stop. His right hand continues thrusting that damn knife handle into you and it's all just too much.
It had been a rough day for Jeanz. The recruits were acting more stupid than usual. There was a mountain of paperwork on her desk. She was trying to prepare for the upcoming mission despite everything. She was so close to being burnt out, and maybe she even felt like screaming. She had smoked so many cigarettes that her throat was sore. Currently, she was walking down the hallway to the common room, hoping there would be some whiskey in there; she would probably end up chugging most of the bottle if it was.
Kaine had finished all of his duties, deciding it was time for another cuppa, so he started to make his way to the common room when he noticed Jeanz walking down the hallway from the opposite side, most likely heading to the common room as well. He paused for a moment, the smile that was gathering on his lips dropping, poor thing looked like she was about to cry. He couldn’t have that.
“Jeanz, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Kaine asked as he moved to stand in front of her, his brow furrowed in concern.
Jeanz stopped when she noticed someone in front of her, blinking when she saw it was Kaine, her brow furrowing as it took a moment for his question to register in her running mind.
“Kaine?” she murmured and then answered. “Feel burnt out, too much goin’ on inside my head.”
Kaine let out a small hum, letting his eyes wander over the normally fiery redhead, who just looked dejected and burnt out, on the verge of stressed tears. He thought about how he could help her, a small plan coming to his head as he tilted it, his eyes meeting hers again.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his tone even.
“What? O’ course I do,” she responded without hesitation.
Kaine felt something warm flutter in his chest, a smile crossing his lips. She didn’t even know what he had planned, but was still willing to trust him. He took Jeanz’ hand, turning and heading down the hallway, his fingers lacing with hers and giving a soft squeeze, as if reassuring her that she would be okay with him.
Jeanz instinctively returned the squeeze, following him silently through the halls as the thoughts continued to spiral in her head, a subtle urge crawling under her skin as she held back the urge to cry from frustration. She would honestly trust Kaine with her life, so she didn’t mind following him, figuring he was just going to take her somewhere quiet and talk with her. How wrong she would be.
Kaine continued leading her through the halls, heading for where he knew her room on base was. She blinked in surprise when they stopped outside her room, tilting her head up to look at Kaine curiously, still not able to speak much.
“It’s alright, love. Don’t worry,” Kaine said softly, reaching over and digging in her pocket for her key.
Finding it, he unlocked her door and gently pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. He flicked on the light, turning around to study Jeanz, his eyes slowly trailing over her while his mind figured out a way to help her
“Got a way to shut your brain down for a little bit, sweetheart, alright?” he asked, and it seemed as if his voice had dropped an octave.
“Alrigh’. What is it?” she murmured, looking up at him as if he was her saving grace for the night, which, in a way, he was, just not how she thought he would be.
“Well,” he started, slipping a hand into his pocket and pulling out a piece of fabric, holding it in his hands.
“Y’ever been blindfolded, love?” Kaine asked, looking into her pretty eyes, the ones that he was about to cover.
Jeanz paused at that, not expecting that to come from him as she glanced down at the piece of fabric in his hands, her eyes curious as they flicked back up to his, a strange thrill going down her spine.
“I ‘ave…why?” Jeanz answered, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him.
“It’s the perfect way to shut your brain off for a while, as long as you trust me,” he answered, stepping closer to her so he was just inches away from her. “Trust me?”
Jeanz felt her heart pick up speed in her chest as he stepped closer, and her breath hitched slightly as she tilted her head to look up at him, contemplating what he was saying, what Kaine was suggesting. She couldn’t deny that there was a certain temptation about it, about letting go of one of her senses and putting everything into Kaine’s hands.
“Aye, I trust ye. If it’ll help, please, do it,” Jeanz said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as the thoughts in her head threatened to overwhelm her.
Kaine softened as he saw the look on Jeanz’s face, nodding his head. He leaned over and pressed a soft, quick kiss to her forehead before moving behind her. He unfolded the fabric in his hand, a soft, plain black silk tie. Why did he carry it in his pocket? He wasn’t sure, but apparently it was coming in handy at the moment.
He reached up and slowly took Jeanz’ hair out of the braid it was in, gently undoing each strand of it, running his fingers through it after it was all done.
“Lift your hair, love,” he murmured, leaning down so his breath was ghosting over her ear.
A shiver went down her spine as she felt his breath on her ear, but she did as he said, reaching behind her to lift her hair. Kaine smiled as he saw the trust Jeanz was putting in him, lifting the fabric and securing it around her eyes, tying it behind her head. He tapped her arms to let her know she could drop them, moving to stand in front of her.
He couldn’t deny, she looked stunning like this, making something warm in his chest come to the surface.
“Good. Now, I just want you to feel, alright? Just focus on what I’m doing,” he said, his tone soft as he stepped closer, brushing a hand through her hair gently.
Jeanz silently nodded her head, a shiver going through her as she felt the hand in her hair. Her breathing was even as she focused on her other senses, her mind starting to slow down, not a lot, but a little bit, and she knew that whatever Kaine had planned would work.
Kaine slowly ran his hands through her soft hair for a moment, then shifted, his fingertips dancing across the scars on her face, unable to keep the smile off his face as he heard Jeanz’ breath hitch for a moment. Jeanz couldn’t deny the skip of her heart when he brushed his fingers over her scars, his touch almost reverent, as if he were touching something precious and not a hardened soldier. It sent a small rush through her, her chest warming.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, mainly to himself.
His fingers moved down gently, tracing the curve of her neck, down over her shoulder, taking a path down her arm, all the way to her hand, where he laced his fingers with hers. His thumb brushed against the back of her hand, soft and soothing, causing Jeanz to let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding; her mind slowly started to relax as she focused on her other senses besides her sight.
Kaine’s other hand came up, brushing almost teasingly under the hem of her shirt, his fingers gentle against the skin of her stomach, smiling as he felt the muscles ripple beneath his hand.
“I’m going to take your shirt off, now,” he murmured, his hand untangling from hers as they both gripped the hem of her shirt, silently waiting for her to permit him.
Jeanz couldn’t help the shiver that went through her, a warmth in her chest as she listened to Kaine tell her what he was going to do. She nodded her head, giving him silent permission to take her shirt off. Kaine smiled to himself, lifting the hem of her shirt, gently pulling it over his head as his eyes took in the bare skin, covered in scars, but still just as gorgeous in his eyes.
Kaine let his hands brush against her sides, fingertips gently tracing some of the scars, smiling as he saw her shiver from his touch. His hands slowly moved up her side, around her back, brushing reverently over the scars there, and then finally came to a pause at the clasp of her bra.
“Going to take your bra off now, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, waiting for the nod.
As soon as he got it, his hands easily opened the clasp, gently dragging it down her arms and letting her bra drop to her floor, watching as another shiver went through her at his light touch. He could tell it was already working to keep her mind off of whatever had made her want to burst into frustrated tears.
“Doing so well,” he praised quietly, his gaze roaming over the newly exposed skin, a rush going through him at the fact she was trusting him with this, letting him have this subtle control over her when she couldn’t see what he was doing.
Jeanz’ breathing picked up slightly, but it wasn’t panicked; it was more from all the emotions that were slowly taking over from her frustration and anger. She was focusing more on the sound of Kaine’s voice and how he was touching her. She couldn’t help but smile at the praise he gave her, her arms by her side, but her fingers occasionally twitching from the soft brushes of his skin against hers.
Kaine gently glided his hands down her sides again, pausing at the top of her tactical pants, his fingers dipping slightly below the waistband, relishing in the way her muscles jumped as she touched her skin. He wanted to make this all about her, make her feel good, and forget whatever had been making her frustrated and angry. And he knew she didn’t need to talk about it; this was one of the moments that she needed to just forget everything for a while.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her cheek, traveling a path down towards her lips. He paused for a moment, taking in the way her lips parted slightly, almost in anticipation. Then he pressed his lips against hers, the kiss soft and gentle, drawing a soft gasp from Jeanz as she kissed him back.
Kaine let out a soft noise into the kiss, his hands gripping her sides for a moment before they traveled up, ghosting over her breasts for a moment. He cupped her breasts, taking in the weight in his palms, beginning to squeeze them softly, his thumbs brushing over the nipples. He pulled back from the kiss, slowly kissing down her jawline, brushing his lips against her skin as he traveled down her neck, feeling her pulse flutter under his lips.
Jeanz’ breath hitched and stuttered as she felt Kaine’s lips against her skin, her hands coming up subconsciously to grip at his shoulders, a soft, breathless moan leaving her, her back arching slightly as his lips left her neck, brushing over her shoulder, his hands still gently squeezing her breasts, giving her nipples a slight pinch. Another breathy moan left her at the feeling of her nipples being pinched, her eyes fluttering under the blindfold, every feeling enhanced by not being able to see.
“So good for me,” Kaine murmured, like he meant to say it to himself.
He kissed lower, dropping one of his hands only to take her nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, taking in the small whimpers and whines Jeanz was letting out as he continued to toy with her other nipple with his fingers. He gave a soft tug with his fingers, which had Jeanz gripping his shoulders a bit tighter as another pretty whine left her lips.
Jeanz felt like her skin was on fire, and all Kaine was doing was sucking on her breast, but his mouth felt so good around her nipple, the way he sucked it into his mouth, lightly brushing his teeth over it. What had she been upset about? She was finding it harder and harder to remember, which had probably been Kaine’s plan all along.
He shifted so his hand moved back to the breast he had just been sucking on, his lips wrapping around the other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, his other hand pinching and brushing against her other nipple. Kaine moved his free hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense and untense under his fingertips.
“Kaine,” she whispered, unable to help herself.
“Shh, sweetheart, let me help you forget,” he murmured, his hand moving to the top of the waistband of her pants, his other hand continuing to roll her nipple between his fingers and squeeze her breasts.
“Going to take these off of you now, okay?” he breathed as he pulled back from her breast, looking down at her.
He could see the pretty red flush on her cheeks, traveling down her neck and painting her chest with a pretty pink hue that he had the urge to kiss over and over again, but he resisted. Barely.
“Okay,” she whispered back, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper, but he could hear how breathless she sounded. He wondered what other pretty noises he would hear from her tonight.
At her permission, he slowly unbuckled her tactical belt, then moved to the button, snapping it open. He heard her breath hitch as he unzipped her zipper, all while continuing his ministrations to her breasts. Pulling back from her, he slid her pants down, letting her use his shoulders as support to step out of them. His gaze traveled over her, taking in the sight of Jeanz only in her panties and blindfold, so trusting of him, it made his chest tighten.
He grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it as he led her over to her bed, gently pushing her back until she was lying down on her back. Another shiver went through Jeanz as she felt Kaine run his hands over her body, gently tracing scars, teasingly brushing over her core, and down her inner thighs, causing her legs to open instinctively.
His hands continued lower, brushing down her legs and then back up, watching her reaction. She didn’t look like she wanted him to stop, so Kaine hooked his fingers into her panties.
“Taking these off now, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling them down slowly after he got a nod from her, his fingertips grazing over her skin as he did, taking in the sight before him.
Kaine could see Jeanz’ chest rising and falling with her breath, see the pretty flush of her skin as he ghosted his fingers over her soft skin. She was a beautiful sight before him, the trust she was showing him by lying there blindfolded, letting him touch her. All his focus was on her, not the tightening in his pants; tonight was about Jeanz, taking care of her.
He leaned over her, slowly kissing down from her shoulder, over her breasts. He paused at her breast, circling his tongue around one nipple and then moving to the other one. Jeanz’ back arched slightly off the bed from the sensations; it was like the blindfold had intensified her other senses, and Kaine’s tongue around her nipples felt like heaven.
A shiver ran through Jeanz as Kaine’s lips left her nipples, kissing a trail down between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach. His lips ghosted past where he knew she wanted to feel them, tracing down her left thigh, before he switched over to her right thigh. Finally, his lips pressed against her folds, reveling in the soft whimper that left Jeanz.
Kaine’s lips parted and his tongue slipped out, licking between her folds, causing a gasp to leave Jeanz, her body tensing for a moment as she hadn’t been expecting that. He let out a small groan at the taste of her, slowly licking through her folds, savoring the sounds he was getting out of her. His tongue lightly prodded at her entrance, smiling to himself as he watched her back arch off the bed.
He continued licking through her folds, teasing her entrance and swirling his tongue around that little bundle of nerves. Jeanz was letting out the prettiest moans and whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets as it felt like her body was on fire, a pleasing tingle going through her as she felt that coil start low in her stomach.
Kaine shifted, letting his fingers brush against her entrance, relishing in the way she gasped and bit her lip, knowing the walls were thin and she didn’t want to take the chance of someone overhearing.
He pulled back just enough to watch her face as he slowly slipped two fingers inside her, her back arching off the bed as a low moan left her. Dipping his head back down, he circled his tongue around her clit, slowly moving his fingers in and out, quiet moans and whimpers leaving her pretty lips.
Kaine sucked on her clit, slowly pressing another finger along with the other two, feeling Jeanz clench around his fingers. He curled his fingers, so he was hitting that spot inside of her that had her seeing stars and gripping the sheets tighter. Jeanz bit her lip to hold back a loud moan as her back arched off the bed, small whimpers leaving her as her mind finally went blank, just focusing on Kaine and what his fingers and tongue were doing.
He continued his slow pace, slowly building her up to her orgasm, his tongue leaving her clit to lick a spot on her thigh. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her skin, his fingers picking up the pace as he felt her tighten around his fingers. Her body started to tremble slightly, and her breathing picked up pace, the moans and whimpers leaving her becoming more frequent.
As he could feel her body trembling more, he bit down on her thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that she definitely felt it. That pushed Jeanz over, one of her hands leaving the sheet to cover her mouth as a loud moan left her lips, her body tensing as she clenched down on Kaine’s fingers, her vision almost whiteing out underneath the blindfold.
Kaine continued to move his fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm, his head lifting to watch as she came undone from them. It was a beautiful sight, beautiful sounds and he wanted to do it again, but another day.
As Jeanz stopped shaking, he slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them clean with a soft smirk. He shifted so he was laying beside her, watching her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Kaine reached over, gently untying the blindfold around her eyes, watching as those gorgeous eyes blinked open, half lidded as she turned her head to look up at him, a soft smile on her lips.
“Better, sweetheart?” he murmured as he gathered her in his arms.
Jeanz let out a soft sigh, nodding her head as she curled up against him, her head resting on his chest, her arm draping over his waist.
“Better. Thank ye,” she said quietly, already starting to drift off from the way her body felt like it was floating blissfully.
“Anytime,” he returned sincerely, pressing a kiss to her head, “Rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
It was a nice day out, for once it wasn’t cloudy and rainy. Johnny wandered around the base, looking for a certain feisty redhead, a plan already in his mind of exactly what he wanted to do to enjoy the nice day. If he knew Jeanz, and he knew her very well, she would be outside enjoying the weather, probably smoking.
Jeanz was already outside, enjoying a cigarette in the nice weather, leaning against one of the buildings. It wasn’t too hot out, a nice cool breeze blowing through the air and carrying her cigarette smoke away, relaxing as she didn’t have anything else to do for the rest of the day.
She looked up as she heard footsteps crunching on the gravel, unable to hold the smile back as she laid eyes on the familiar Scottish man. She took one last drag of her cigarette, tossing it down and crushing it under her boot as she turned to face him.
“There ye are lass,” Johnny greeted with a mischievous grin as he came to a stop next to her.
“Lookin’ for me, aye?” She responded curiously, stepping closer to him.
“Always, darlin’,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him.
Jeanz let out a soft sigh, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to press a quick, but affectionate peck to his lips, her eyes locking with his, that goofy little smile still on her lips.
“I hev an idea, ye want tae hear it?” Johnny asked, his hands sliding lower to grope at her arse, a mischievous glint in his eyes, relishing in the small squeak she let out.
“Aye? Do share,” she said, her voice dropping to an almost purr as she pressed herself against him.
Johnny grinned, stepping back and taking her hand, pulling her along with him.
“It’ll be easier tae show ye,” he said, giving her a wink.
Jeanz let out a laugh, but followed Johnny willingly, curious as to what his idea was. Many scenarios ran through her head, but with him, it was always difficult to guess what was going on in that brain of his. He led her through the base, occasionally squeezing her hand and looking back at her with a dopey little grin on his face, one that, if you looked closely at, you could tell
was full of fondness and love.
“Where are we goin’, Johnny?” she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side slightly.
“Ye’ll see,” he answered, tugging her closer as they walked.
They made their way through the maze of buildings that made up the base, occasionally greeting some of the other soldiers they passed. Eventually, Jeanz realized they were heading towards the old, abandoned buildings that were used for demolition demonstrations. She grew more curious and a bit confused as Johnny pulled her behind one of the buildings, where no one would see them if they happened to be passing by.
He gently pushed her up against the side of the building, ducking his head to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her scent, letting it wash over him and relax him.
“Missed ye lass,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her pale skin.
Jeanz felt her entire demeanor soften, her heart skipping a beat in her chest at Johnny’s confession. He was one known for being a charmer and funny, always having a joke ready at the drop of a hat. But she was one of the few who really knew him, knew the worries going through his head.
Johnny wasn’t worried about being vulnerable with her, always being closer to her than the others on the team since she joined. He had been deployed on a mission by himself for the past three weeks, and he couldn’t lie; his thoughts had mainly wandered to Jeanz, wanting to know what she was doing and if she was okay. He knew Jeanz could handle herself; he had seen her on the field and knew she was tough and scary when she was pissed off, but he couldn’t help it; it was like he was drawn to her, always wanting to be around her. It was like a magnetic connection they had.
“Missed ye too, Johnny,” she murmured, her hands running through his mohawk, because she really had missed him; it just wasn’t the same around the base without him.
They stood there for a few moments, just taking in each other’s presence, soaking it up, like they had been away from each other longer than just three weeks. Everyone on the team knew something was going on between Jeanz and Johnny, but none of them brought it up because they could see how good it was for both of them. They were a deadly team in the field and off, both protective of each other, and they wouldn’t change it for the world. They made each other better, and the rest of the team would let the world burn before they let it tear Johnny and Jeanz apart.
Johnny started pressing soft kisses to Jeanz’ pale neck, light and teasing, something he always did whenever they had been apart for a while. It was a reminder that she was alive and still with him, as he pressed his lips to her pulse point, feeling it flutter at his ministrations. His hands slowly slid down, tracing her curves as he moved down her sides, like he was trying to memorize them all over again.
Jeanz felt a soft shiver go through her as she felt him kiss her neck. It had always been a sensitive spot for her, which Johnny knew well and always used to his advantage, but she could never be mad about it, not when it felt so good. A soft sigh left her lips, her head tilting to the side instinctively, giving him more access to her neck. Her own hands came up, running gently over his biceps, relishing in the way his muscles tensed and untensed under her hands.
His kisses started to turn to soft nips, gently pressing his teeth into her skin. His plan was beginning to come to light, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
“Ye want ta know why I brought ye here?” he murmured against her skin, nipping a bit rougher at her pulse point, grinning when he felt it jump under his tongue.
“Aye,” she breathed out, her hands gripping at his biceps.
“Want ye. Reit here, now. Missed ye too much,” he breathed out against her skin, biting down and sucking a mark against her pulse point.
“‘Ere? Outside? Anyone could walk by, Johnny,” she responded in a breathless voice, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that went through her at the thought of possibly being caught by a rookie or someone.
Johnny could feel her pulse jump from his words, and a wicked grin crossed his lips as he pressed his lips against her skin again.
“Oh, ye, like ‘at, don’t ye,” he purred, pulling back to look into those beautiful hazel eyes that always hypnotized him.
Jeanz didn’t speak, just let out a little whimper as she nodded her head, already feeling the heat curl low in her stomach, feeling her panties dampen with her wetness.
“Use yer words, Jeanz,” he whispered as he leaned in to speak against her ear, nipping at the lobe gently, feeling himself harden in his jeans as he thought about it more.
“Aye, please, Johnny. Sounds so good,” she murmured, her voice low and needy. Something that only happened around him.
“‘At’s my girl,” he purred, biting down on her neck again and sucking a mark onto her pale skin.
His hands slipped under her shirt, brushing lovingly across the scars that marked her skin, pushing it up just enough to reveal her black bra, which had Johnny licking his lips, taking in the sight before him. She was so goddamn gorgeous, he would never tire of seeing her like this and seeing her vulnerable and so trusting of him, even doing something so daring like this.
Johnny pulled her bra down, just enough to reveal her supple breast to him, because in the back of his mind, he really didn’t want anyone else to see Jeanz like this. Vulnerable and so exposed. It would be easy to pull her shirt down to cover them in case anyone happened to wander by. That was a sight just for him, one she trusted him with, and he would never betray that trust she put in him.
His head dipped down, kissing over one of her breasts, sucking the nipple into his mouth. He relished in the small whimper it drew from her, his hand going to her other breast, pinching and twisting her nipple until he felt it harden. He could feel her back arch from the feeling, switching to suck on the nipple he had been tugging, gently nipping at it as his hand pinched and tugged at the other nipple. He eventually pulled back, gazing down at her.
“So, bonnie. My bonnie lass,” Johnny sighed, leaning down to kiss a few of the scars on her stomach, his tone subtly possessive.
Jeanz didn’t even mind the possessiveness in his tone, because it wasn’t really a lie. She was his; her heart, her soul, and even her body. And she knew it; she had willingly given it to him.
He watched as her cheeks colored pink, along with her chest, a small primal pride welling up in him at the fact that he was able to cause that. He knew she had low self-esteem, due to her scars, but he made sure to always tell her what he thought about her.
He kissed and lightly nipped his way down her stomach, pausing right above the waistband of her tactical pants, kneeling on the ground in front of her without shame. He paused, his breath brushing over the skin above her waistband. Johnny looked up at her as his hand found her thigh, giving it three gentle squeezes, checking in to see if she was really okay with this, if she was consenting to it.
Jeanz’ breath hitched as he kissed his way down her stomach, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling, at how soft he was being, at his loving touch. Her eyes opened when she felt the familiar three squeezes, looking down to see Johnny gazing up at her, a silent question in his eyes. She didn’t hesitate to nod her head, letting him know she wanted to continue, wanted this, wanted him.
Johnny felt his chest warm as she nodded down at him, a fond smile crossing his lips before his hand left her thigh, joining his other hand at her waistband. His fingers undid the button on her tactical pants, the zipper sliding down easily. He tugged her pants down just enough to reveal her dark red panties, biting his lip as he slid them down. They only came down enough so he could see her glistening folds, perfect height for him to lean forward and swipe his tongue through her folds, letting out a groan as he tasted her, something he knew he was addicted to.
Jeanz let out a quiet moan at the feeling, biting her lip so she wouldn’t be overheard by anyone if they were near the abandoned buildings. One of her hands reached down, tangling in the mohawk, giving a slight tug, tugging his head closer to her core. Johnny didn’t need any more encouragement, and he was eating her out like a man possessed.
She had to bite down harder on her lip, her head falling back to rest against the building Johnny had pinned her to. Johnny always ate her out like it was the first time, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
His tongue slid through her folds, teasing her entrance and then trailing up to circle that bundle of sensitive nerves that had her back arching off the building's wall and her hand tightening in his hair. Johnny could feel himself hardening in his own tactical pants, but he ignored it for now, sliding his tongue through Jeanz’ folds, sucking gently on that little bundle of nerves, mentally smirking as he heard her muffled moan, knowing she was trying to be quiet, even though she was normally louder than this.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her entrance, groaning at her taste, determined to get her to cum on his tongue before he finally fucked her against the building. The thrill of possibly getting caught was turning them both on more and more. It was daring, and it could get them reprimanded if the wrong person stumbled across them, but neither of them could really find it in themselves to care at the moment, more focused on each other.
Johnny continued moving his tongue, relishing in her taste and the noises he was eliciting from her. It was music to his ears, and with how her hand was tightening in his hair, he could tell she was getting close. Her legs started shaking, and he instinctively gripped her hips with his calloused hands, holding her up as he heard her start to make small whimpers, muffled by her biting her lip.
Jeanz couldn’t hold it back anymore, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as her entire body trembled, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. It had been three weeks since she had an orgasm like this, and she could see white spotting in her vision from the intensity of it. Her fingers were never good enough, never felt like Johnny’s fingers or his tongue or even his cock.
Johnny continued swiping his tongue through her folds, helping her ride through her orgasm, pulling away as he licked his lips, looking up at her with his darkened eyes. He could see that the flush on her skin had darkened more, sending a prideful rush through him as he slowly stood up.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip, another three squeezes to her side, just to check in and see if she was still willing. Jeans let out a soft moan into the kiss, opening her mouth and tangling her tongue with his, gently tugging on his hair to let him know that she was still consenting. He felt a shiver go down his spine at the tug to his hair, kissing her rougher as his hands wandered down her side, brushing against the scars that adorned her skin
His hands found her thighs, and he picked her up, pressing her against the building, smirking into the kiss as her hands left his hair, traveling down his chest and coming to a rest on his tactical pants. She easily undid his button and pulled down his zipper, reaching in and pulling out his hard, throbbing cock, giving it a couple of strokes, causing Johnny to moan into the kiss. He pulled back from the kiss and bit down on her neck, relishing in the muffled moan that left her as he marked her neck.
“Ye hev tae be quiet, aye? Donae want anyone overhearin’ those pretty sounds,” he murmured against her ear, giving it a little nip as a shiver went down Jeanz’ spine.
“Aye,” she breathed out, leaning her head forward to nip at his neck, leaving her own marks.
“Good girl,” he groaned quietly, pulling back to look her in the eyes as she helped line up his cock to her entrance.
Johnny thrust up, his hands on her thighs, pulling her down at the same time. He bit his own lip to muffle the loud groan he wanted to let out as he felt her warmth encase his cock. It had been so long since he had her, he almost just started pounding into her like a mutt in heat. But he knew that he would have to let her adjust to him for a moment, because he didn’t want to hurt her.
Jeanz’ breath hitched as she felt Johnny thrust into her, biting his covered shoulder to muffle the low moan she let out. She felt so full after so many weeks, it made her eyes roll back slightly as she got used to the feeling again. After a few moments, she let out a small, quiet whine as she clenched around his cock, letting him know he could start moving.
He didn’t have to be told twice, lifting her hips slightly and then pulling them back down, thrusting her up and down on his cock, quiet grunts and moans leaving him. She felt so good around him, like she was meant for this, and he couldn’t help the possessive emotions that went through him. He shifted the angle so he was hitting that spot, the one that caused Jeanz to latch onto his shoulder so she wouldn’t scream out in pleasure.
Jeanz had to make sure she didn’t scream when she felt him hit that little bundle of nerves inside her, causing her to clench around him deliciously as she bit down on his shoulder, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. She couldn’t do anything besides let him move her up and down on his cock, little moans and whimpers leaving her, muffled by his shoulder. The fact that they were fucking against one of the abandoned buildings outside, where anyone could stumble across them and see them in such a vulnerable position, thrilled her more than she thought it would, and fuck if it wasn’t getting her close again.
Johnny grunted and groaned as he continued thrusting up into her, pulling her hips down to slam against his. He had missed this, the feeling of her coming apart on his cock, her nails in his back, and her teeth against his skin. Was he a little disappointed his shirt was in the way of her teeth? Yes, but he knew that he would have her in his bed later, where she could mark him up as much as he begged for it. All of her marks before he had been deployed had faded and he needed new ones.
“So good fo’ me, bonnie. Missed this,” he groaned in his ear as he felt that coil low in his gut, knowing he was getting close to his own orgasm.
Jeanz let out a muffled moan, her nails gripping at his back tighter as she felt Johnny pick up his pace. She could tell he was getting close to letting go, he always grunted more and always pounded into her faster and rougher. She knew her own orgasm wasn’t far off, could feel the heat going through her and she knew she was clenching more around Johnny’s cock thrusting into her.
“Fuck, Johnny,” she whined, muffled as she bit his shoulder again, her body starting to tremble, her legs tightening around his waist.
Johnny let out a low moan and slammed his hips up into hers, his fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises on her pale skin. He was getting lost in the feel of her clenching around his cock, her nails on his back, fuck, even her teeth on his covered shoulder. He shifted one of his hands, his thumb finding her clit, circling it as he wanted her to cum with him.
Jeanz bit down harder on his shoulder as her body tensed, her heat clenching around his cock as her eyes rolled back in her head. She shook slightly as her orgasm washed over her, whimpers leaving her that were muffled, but Johnny could hear them all the same. Johnny couldn’t hold himself back, tilting his head to bite her neck to muffle the moan that left him as his cock twitched inside her, spilling his seed in her, coating her walls.
He pressed her roughly against the abandoned building, holding her up as his own legs shook from the intensity of his own orgasm. He panted for breath as he pulled back from her neck, licking over the teeth indents he left on the pale skin, soothing the sting. Johnny’s hips thrusted once more, riding out their orgasms together. Jeanz pulled away from his shoulder, only to passionately kiss his lips, her hands leaving his back to tangle in his mohawk as she kissed him with all the emotions she felt for him.
Johnny kissed her back just as passionately, his hands moving from her hips to hold her sides, returning his own emotions through the kiss, his thumbs gently brushing over her bare sides. Pulling back from the kiss, he gave her a loving smile, giving her a quick peck before he slowly pulled out of her, letting her feet touch the ground once more. His hands stayed on her sides, making sure she had her balance before they reluctantly left her sides.
Jeanz pulled her panties and her tactical pants up, zipping them up and buttoning them, a small shiver going through her as she felt Johnny’s cum dripping out of her and coating her panties. Johnny tucked himself back inside his own tactical pants, pulling the zipper up and redoing the button. He then reached over, gently tucking Jeanz’ breast back into her bra and pulling her shirt back down, making sure she was fully covered again.
“Good idea, aye?” he teased with a grin, cupping her cheek.
“Excellent idea. Meet ye in yer room later?” Jeanz responded, leaning up to give him a quick kiss again.
Johnny nodded his head, watching as she turned and headed back to base, his eyes lingering on her arse, shifting to adjust himself as he realized that she was still full of his cum and probably would be for the rest of the day. He let out a groan, running a hand through his hair as he made his own way back to base. That woman was going to be the death of him.
Jeanz was forced on a couple of weeks' leave. Something about her being overly stressed. So what if she had yelled at some recruits louder than normal and made them scrub the latrines with a toothbrush? Okay, maybe she did need to take some leave…
So, she booked a flight for the next available plane to Las Almas, planning to surprise Rudy. She had packed a bag with enough clothes for the next two weeks, made sure Clara would be okay with the nanny, and then she was on her flight, heading towards Rudy, excitement coursing through her.
It felt like it had been forever since she had seen Rudy, even though it had only been four months. But that was four months too long. She missed his scent, his arms wrapped around her. The way he would speak, called her his little Spanish nicknames he had for her. Just being around him made Jeanz feel better, and she knew this leave would be good for her.
When she touched down, she grabbed her bag from baggage claim, heading out of the hotel and stepping outside. She lit a cigarette as she glanced around, looking for a familiar jeep.
“Oi, cariño!” The familiar voice of Alejandro Vargas called, causing Jeanz to turn around with a wide grin, rushing over to hug him.
He was the only one she had told about her visit, not wanting anyone to tell Rudy, as she had a feeling Rudy would enjoy the surprise of her showing up unannounced. Alejandro had been all for the idea.
“Ale, so glad ta see ye! Ye sure he doesn’t know anythin’ ‘bout me bein’ ‘ere?” she asked as they began to walk towards where Alejandro had parked his jeep.
“Not a clue. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees his amante,” Alejandro responded with his crooked grin, taking her bag and opening the door for her.
Jeanz let out a soft laugh as she hopped inside his passenger seat, watching as he threw her bag in the back before getting into the driver's seat and starting down the road. They settled into a comfortable silence as Jeanz took in the sights of Las Almas, always enjoying being there, for more than just Rudy. She always felt comfortable when she was there, always welcomed. She had made plenty of friends in her time spent there and always enjoyed coming back.
Alejandro pulled into he base, flashing his badge to the guard at the gate. The guard nodded his head, saying a quick hi to Jeanz, whom he recognized. Alejandro drove into the base, parking in his usual parking spot. He looked over at Jeanz with a grin.
“I’ll go drop your bag off at Rudy’s place. Go find your lover, cariño,” he teased.
Jeanz rolled her eyes, but gave Alejandro a grin, hopping out of his jeep and making her way into the base, waving at some of the Los Vaqueros she was friends with as she made her way to Rudy’s office, unable to keep the dopey smile off her face.
Rudy was in his office doing paperwork that he had gotten stuck with because Alejandro, once again, disappeared without saying anything. It was normal, but damn, Rudy had wanted to go home early that day, just so he could relax and maybe text with Jeanz if she was able to. He missed hearing her voice; maybe he would see if she had time for a call. He would have to get through all of this eyeball-melting paperwork first.
He let out a groan and scrubbed a hand down his face as he continued writing on the paperwork, getting through another couple of papers. Rudy took a brief pause to lean back in his chair, glancing at where his phone sat on his desk, contemplating just messaging Jeanz now, but he shook that thought from his head. As much as he wanted to, he had to finish his work first, knowing he would get distracted by her if he messaged her and that wouldn’t be helpful to him at the moment.
A knock sounded from his closed door, and Rudy had to take a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. It was probably someone who had an important question; he didn’t need to freak out when it was his job to answer questions. No matter how much he wanted to snap at them to go away so he could text his girlfriend.
“Come in!” he called, still focused on his paperwork.
The door opened and then shut. Rudy let out a grunt, as if to tell the person to speak, his eyes still cast downwards.
“This how ye treat everyone who comes in yer office?” a familiar Irish accent came in that soft tone.
Rudy’s head snapped up, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. Jeanz was standing there, dressed in civilian clothes- a simple black tank top and some dark blue jean shorts, perfect for the Las Almas weather. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was just thinking about her, and now she was here.
Without another word, Rudy pushed his desk chair back, not caring that it hit the wall; all that he cared about was her. He rushed around the desk, and then he was scooping her up into his arms, burying his face in her neck as he lifted her and spun them around.
“Mi amor, what on earth are you doing here?” he asked, his voice muffled by her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Missed ye. On leave for a while,” she answered, her arms wrapping around him, a huge smile on her face.
Rudy pulled back, pressing a long, heated kiss to her lips, smiling into it when he heard the soft sigh she let out, muffled against his lips. Her hands threaded through his hair, another soft sigh leaving her as he gently pinned her against the wall. After a few minutes, he pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes gazing into hers, a soft, affectionate smile on his lips.
“I can’t believe you're here,” he murmured, his tone soft, his eyes growing fond, “I was just thinking about you.”
“Aye? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ye for a while, myself. An’ now, ye ‘ave me for a whole two weeks,” she responded softly, removing her hand from his hair, only to cup his cheek, her gaze affectionate and fond.
“A whole two weeks?” Rudy mused, “When I’m not working, that is.”
“Ah, see, I managed ta make a deal wit’ Ale ta change tha’. Ye get vacation time wit’ me. No work for two weeks unless ye want ta,” she responded softly.
“I’ll take the vacation. Feels like it’s needed, just you and me,” he responded, cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb across the scar on her cheek gently, leaning in to give her another soft kiss.
Jeanz leaned into the kiss, another soft sigh leaving her, smiling up at Rudy as he pulled back from the kiss, relishing the feeling of being close to him once again, and the way his scent enveloped her.
“I missed ye, mo ghrá,” she sighed out, leaning her head on his chest.
He rubbed her back, leaning his head on top of hers and taking in the strawberry scent that came from her, probably from her shampoo. It was familiar and comforting; his mind, which had been racing, was slowing down, as it always did around Jeanz.
“We can go back to my place, I just have to finish up some paperwork,” he said quietly, not wanting to break the moment.
“I’ll help, then we can go,” she offered softly, pulling back enough to smile up at him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?” he asked with a raised brow, but led her over to his desk anyway, knowing she would help him either way, and it was easier to just give in first.
Jeanz smiled, waiting for Rudy to sit down before she propped herself in his lap, pulling some paperwork towards her and picking up an extra pen, beginning to help him with the paperwork, occasionally asking Rudy some questions to help fill out the paperwork.
They worked in silence, and soon enough, the paperwork was all done. Rudy let out a relieved sigh, wrapping his arms around Jeanz and pressing a couple of soft kisses to her shoulder and the back of her neck, grateful for her help; it had made the whole process faster. He was already thinking of everything they could do when they got back to his place.
“Thank you, mi amor,” he murmured against her skin.
“Cuando quieras, mi amor. Lo que te ayude,” Jeanz whispered back, feeling the grin against the back of her neck.
Rudy always loved it when she spoke in Spanish; it always sent a certain rush through his body and caused a warmth in his chest. He knew she knew other languages, but he always felt a bit special whenever she spoke his language to him. It made it easier on him sometimes, because he would get into these little happy rants when he got excited, going off in Spanish, and he knew she understood every word. In fact, she would actually listen to him and respond whenever he ranted, never once making him feel bad for his excited rants.
“Es hora de ir a casa, ¿sí? Tengo algunas ideas que quería comentarte,” he muttered against his skin, and he could almost feel the curiosity rolling off of her.
“Aye, what kind o’ ideas?” she asked curiously, turning her head to look at him with a raised brow.
“The kind that should be discussed in privacy,” he answered, pressing a kiss to her lips, more of a peck, a teasing smirk on his face.
Rudy easily stood up, holding Jeanz in his arms, not wanting to let her go quite yet, but he knew he had to, and not before he pressed another kiss against her lips again. He set her down, lacing his fingers with hers, and headed for the door, opening it and walking into the hallway with her, making sure to lock the door behind them.
Other soldiers greeted them with smiles as they walked through the base towards the parking lot, used to seeing Jeanz glued to Rudy’s side whenever she was at the base. Rudy led her to his car, opening the passenger door for her. When she was inside, he couldn’t help but lean in and buckling her in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart fluttering in his chest at the soft smile that crossed her lips and the faint pink that colored her cheeks.
He shut the door and walked over to the driver’s side, getting in and buckling himself in, starting the car, and pulling out of his spot, waving at the gate guards as they left. He reached over and laced his fingers through Jeanz’ fingers, giving her hand a soft squeeze.
“Are ye goin’ ta tell me what ideas ye had? Or do I ‘ave ta wait until we get home?” she asked, her thumb brushing softly over the back of his hand as they drove.
“I can tell you now, mi amor. It’s just us. There were a couple of things I wanted to see if you’d be okay with trying out, you know, in the bedroom,” he answered, giving her hand another squeeze.
“What are they?” Jeanz asked curiously, tilting her head to the side slightly.
“Well, there’s wax play. I was wondering if you would be into that. And maybe we could talk about choking?” Rudy said, his cheeks turning a pink color.
Jeanz blinked in surprise, not expecting him to bring those two things up that he wanted to try, but she appreciated the fact that he trusted her enough to ask if she wanted to try something new with him. Especially since she could tell that it was hard for him to talk about, if his pink cheeks had anything to say about it.
“We could try both o’ ‘em,” she agreed, giving him a soft smile. “Which one do ye want ta try first?”
“Wax play…if you wouldn’t mind,” Rudy answered, glancing over at her and then back at the road, his heart thumping in his chest as he heard her agreement.
“I dun mind at all,” Jeanz murmured, squeezing his hand as they pulled into his house’s driveway.
Rudy grinned, giving her hand another squeeze, before he reluctantly let go, shutting the car off and stepping out. He moved around the car, opening her door before she had a chance, holding his hand out for her to take. Jeanz gladly took his hand, her fingers lacing with his as Rudy led them inside his house.
His house always felt like a second home to Jeanz, something about the place making her feel safe and comfortable, especially when Rudy was there with her, but even when he wasn’t there, she still felt at home, like she belonged there. It made Rudy’s heart thump in his chest as he watched Jeanz get comfortable almost instantly, curling up on his couch like she was made to be there, his chest warming as he thought about how he would be seeing this image for the next two weeks.
“Hungry, mi amor?” he asked, leaning against the couch as he looked down at her.
“Aye, a wee bit,” she answered, tilting her head back to see him, giving him an affectionate smile.
Rudy leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he turned and headed to the kitchen, pulling out some ingredients for homemade enchiladas. He moved about the kitchen, humming to himself as he cooked, his entire being feeling lighter due to the fact that his girl was in the living room, watching TV and relaxing.
As he waited for the enchiladas to finish, his mind wandered to what they had talked about in the car, feeling a heat go through him. He couldn’t believe she had agreed so willingly, that she had that much trust in him, but it sent his heart fluttering and a heat to his groin, causing him to shift on his feet as he subtly readjusted himself.
Soon enough, the food was ready, and he began plating it on two plates, one for himself and one for Jeanz. He brought it out to the living room, handing Jeanz her plate. They ate in silence, but it was a comfortable one. It was terribly domestic, something neither Jeanz nor Rudy thought they would ever feel comfortable with, not after everything they had been through in their lives, but it was easy to fall into being around each other.
After they finished eating, they set their plates down on the coffee table, curling up against each other, their hands gently brushing over each other's skin as they got comfortable. Rudy shifted so he was facing Jeanz more, his hand cupping her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss that started soft, slowly getting more heated and passionate.
Jeanz shifted so she was now in Rudy’s lap, her hands tangling in his hair as she playfully nipped at his bottom lip. Rudy let out a groan into the kiss, opening his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, his hands gripping her hips.
Jeanz pulled back from the kiss, panting for breath as her eyes locked with his.
“Take me ta bed, Rudy,” she breathed out.
He didn’t have to be told twice, easily standing up with her in his arms, kissing her roughly as he made his way to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He gently tossed her back on the bed, taking his shirt off as he watched her slowly strip down, like she was teasing him. But, it wasn’t just a tease; it turned him on more as he watched her reveal herself to him, his own clothes being shed.
When they were fully undressed, Rudy crawled over her, kissing his way up her body, finally pressing his lips against her roughly, grinding his hips down against hers. Jeanz let out a moan into the kiss, so distracted she didn’t even notice him reaching over to his nightstand, opening the drawer. He pulled back, staring down at her with darkened eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
He lifted his hand, revealing that he was holding a purple skin-safe candle in his hand, along with a lighter. Jeans felt her breath hitch and a rush of desire go through her as she saw the candle, giving Rudy a subtle nod, letting him know it was okay, and she was willingly consenting to trying wax play tonight, willing to try something new with him.
Rudy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, leaning down and pressing an emotional kiss to her lips, feeling a rush of love and affection go through him at how willing she was to trust him.
“Safe word if you need to stop, sí?” he murmured as he pulled back, lighting the candle with the lighter and tossing it to the side.
“Sí,” she agreed, knowing their safe word would stop everything if she needed to, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to want to stop.
He smiled down at her lovingly, his heart feeling full as he stared down at her pale skin, which would soon be covered in a lovely shade of purple wax. God, he really loved this woman.
Rudy tilted the candle, right above her left breast, watching with fascination as the purple slowly dripped down, covering her nipple. Jeanz let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering as she felt the wax fall on her breast. It was hot at first, but then it eased into a cooling sensation, sending a flutter of desire through her body.
He smiled gently at her reaction, moving to the other breast and letting another drop of wax fall onto her pale skin, dotting her other nipple purple. Another breathless gasp left Jeanz, falling into a soft moan as her gaze watched Rudy’s expressions, knowing this was just as good for him as it was for her. Her back arched slightly at the sensation of the wax falling onto her, a small shiver going through her body.
Rudy felt himself harden more from her reaction, the fact that she was showing such trust in him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, sucking a mark into her neck, gently nipping at her skin.
“Qué hermosa para mí, mi linda niña,” he whispered in her ear, smiling when he felt the moan that left her lips.
He pulled back and dripped some wax over the mark he had just left on her neck, relishing in the moan that left her as her eyes fluttered closed. Moving his hand, he dripped some more of that lovely shade of purple down the valley between her breasts, moving down her stomach. He enjoyed the way her muscles twitched, the way her breath hitched, the soft moans that left her pretty lips. He couldn’t think of anything else that looked this beautiful. He felt the need to capture it in a picture so he could always see her looking like this, like a gorgeous work of art that he was painting.
“Tan hermosa, mi propia obra de arte, mi amor,” Rudy purred, the affection and love clear in his voice.
Jeanz let out a soft whimper from his words; they were turning her on more than what he was doing to her. He always sounded like he had found a goddess on Earth when he spoke to her, and it made her feel so seen and so loved. As much as she wanted to feel Rudy inside her, she couldn’t deny that him dripping wax on her felt more intimate than anything.
Rudy continued dripping the pretty purple onto Jeanz’ pale skin, watching as his work of art came alive. Purple dripped onto her pretty thighs, and he couldn’t resist shifting down the bed, pressing a couple of kisses to her inner thighs, which turned into soft nipping. Then he bit down, leaving teeth marks on her skin, smirking when he heard the moan leaving her.
The candle was close to being done as he dripped more wax down her legs, moving back up and looking her in the eyes, a silent question in his own. Jeanz saw the question, saw how the small bit of candle that was left was hovering over her scarred cheek. But, she didn’t feel the need to use the safe word, because she trusted Rudy so much, a nod left her.
Rudy smiled softly, but before he used the last of the wax, he shifted so he was settled between her legs, causing Jeanz to open her legs wider, her breath hitching as she figured out what was coming. He slowly pushed in, a groan leaving him as he felt her envelope his cock. Jeanz moaned loudly, her back arching as she felt him filling her up.
“Fuck, Rudy,” she whimpered, her hands instinctively reaching up and gripping his shoulders.
“Qué bien me haces, mi amor. Hecho solo para mí,” he whispered, moving his hips in a slow and steady rhythm.
Before she could say anything else, he tipped the last bit of the candle over her scarred cheek, moving it so it covered the scar almost completely.
That did it for Jeanz. She let out a loud moan of his name, her nails digging into his shoulders, her back arching off the bed, her wax-covered breasts pressing against his bare chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm rushed through her, her body trembling beneath Rudy, almost gushing around his cock as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Her moan turned into small whimpers of pleasure as she felt almost overstimulated by the feelings rushing through her.
Rudy let out a low, long moan as he felt Jeanz’ orgasm hit her, squeezing his cock. He hadn’t expected her to cum so fast, but a rush went through him as it hit him that he was the reason for it. His own orgasm was coming up on him fast as he picked up his speed, fucking her through her orgasm.
“Joder, mírate. Tan buena para mí, tan hermosa. Hecha para mí. Mía,” he panted as he thrust rougher, unable to hold back his possessive words.
Jeanz scratched her nails down his back, leaving marks behind as she moaned in agreement. She was his, and she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. That’s all it took for Rudy, hearing her agree that she was his, sent a spark through him, and his hips still as he let out a long moan of her name, his seed filling her up as he leaned down, biting her neck and leaving another dark mark on her pale skin.
They lay there for a moment, still connected at the hips as they both came down from their orgasms, their chests heaving as they panted, a slight sheen of sweat covering both of their bodies. Eventually, Rudy pulled back, a small groan leaving him as he pulled out of her, an equal whimper leaving Jeanz at the loss of him inside her. She blinked her eyes open, staring up at him lovingly as he climbed off the bed.
“Do you mind if I take a picture of you? You look too gorgeous not to have this piece of artwork on my phone,” he murmured affectionately.
“O’ course. Aon rud duitse, a ghrá geal,” she responded softly, unable to hide the fondness in her tone.
Rudy smiled, grabbing his phone from his pants on the floor, taking a couple of pictures of her covered in wax and looking fucked out. It was an image that was imprinted on his mind, something he would never forget, even if he hadn’t taken pictures of it.
He set his phone on the nightstand, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Be right back, gorgeous,” he murmured lovingly.
Jeanz let out a soft hum, watching as Rudy disappeared out the door. When he came back, he had a warm washcloth, sitting on the bed next to her. Gently, he started running it over her body, cleaning off the wax on her skin, making sure to soothe the reddened skin afterwards, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to her skin.
“Not done with you yet, but a little nap would be good for us,” he said softly when he finished, shifting so he was lying down next to her, the washcloth forgotten on the floor.
Jeanz let out a tired hum of agreement, curling up to where her head was resting on his chest, already falling asleep. Rudy ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion, drifting off soon after Jeanz, a smile on his lips as he felt like he was home.
I did get permission from my friend to use their OC
Lazarus really hadn’t meant to. He had just been looking for Jeanz to spend some time with her, his brain overwhelmed with all the projects he was planning in his head. Spending time with Jeanz always made him feel calm, and made all the pent-up feelings relax when he was around her. He knew she was staying on base for the night because she had an early day training the recruits that had just been shipped in.
So, he had made his way through the halls of the base, heading for Jeanz’ room, his mind wandering as he made his way there. When he got there, he knocked on the door, not hearing a response, but she had permitted him to enter whenever he wanted, so he quietly opened it, in case she was sleeping already, though it wasn’t that late.
He glanced around when he stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him, but he couldn’t see Jeanz anywhere. He was about to turn around and wander around the base to look for her when he caught sight of the bathroom door open with the light on. His curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped closer, his eyes dropping to see clothes on the floor. It looked like a shirt, pants…and a bra, along with panties.
Lazarus’ eyes widened slightly, and he lifted his head to look through the open bathroom door, seeing steam inside. Jeanz was in the shower, and he couldn’t stop himself as he stepped closer to observe her. She was humming a quiet song to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair, the soap lathering through the locks he knew were soft.
Lazarus knew he should turn around, probably sit on the bed, and wait for her to be done. But, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, his gaze traveling over the scarred skin that he had mesmerized plenty of times. He watched as Jeanz washed the soap out of her hair, bending over to pick up another bottle from the edge of the shower, giving Lazarus a perfect view of her arse.
He shifted quietly, feeling a tightening in his jeans, knowing in the back of his mind it was technically wrong, she didn’t know he was here, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, soaking it in like a man starved. It had been a while since they had time to let out all the pent-up emotions inside, between both of their jobs, so really, what was he supposed to do? He knew Jeanz wouldn’t have a problem with it if she turned around and saw him; they both had their…quirks after all.
Jeanz lathered the conditioner through her hair after she straightened up, continuing to hum as she did, taking her time with her shower, the warm water relaxing her muscles from the stress of her work. Lazarus shifted, his hand slowly drifting to his belt and quietly undoing it, moving to unzip his pants next, making sure he didn’t make too much noise. This was something he couldn’t pass up, not when Jeanz’ body looked so inviting. He was almost tempted to strip down completely and join her, but that’s not what he was in the mood for today. He would please her later, already thinking of all the ways he could have her moaning his name and shaking.
Jeanz let the conditioner sit in her hair for a while, letting the warm water rush over her body as she let it sit. Eventually, she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and let out a soft sigh as she did. Lazarus bit his lip as he heard the sigh, one he had heard before when he nipped and bit at a certain spot on her neck, just right below her jaw.
Lazarus quietly pulled out his hardening cock, giving it a brief stroke, his hand moving over the Jacob’s ladder, which had his eyes fluttering in pleasure for a moment, only to open them, his eyes glued to the beauty in front of him. His eyes trailed over her pale skin, remembering how each of those scars felt under his fingers, under his mouth as he nipped and kissed each one. He knew which ones were extremely sensitive, which ones she couldn’t really feel if anything touched them.
Jeanz finished rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, grabbed a loofah, and bent over once more to grab her body wash, giving Lazarus another wonderful view of her arse. Lazarus bit his lip so he wouldn’t make a sound as he gave his cock another stroke, fingers brushing over the piercings, his gaze traveling down her body as he watched her scrub the loofah over her shoulders, down to her breasts, lathering them in soap. She let out another sigh as she practically massaged her breasts.
He could remember the weight of them as he stroked his cock, his thumb brushing over the tip. He could remember the taste of them as he swirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, and the noises she would make, how breathless she got, and the whimpers that left her. The first time he had elicited those sounds from her, he thought he had gone to heaven; Jeanz’ sounds like music to his ears. Sounds he wanted to hear as much as he could.
Jeanz started to scrub lower, rubbing the loofah over her stomach and her back, arching her back slightly to reach all of it. Lazarus’ hand moved slightly faster over his shaft as his gaze drank in the sight of the suds on her breasts, the way they pushed out when she arched her back. He held back a groan as he watched her hand begin to travel lower, the heat slowly starting to coil in his lower stomach.
She leaned over, spreading the soap over her thighs, the thighs that Lazarus had left marks on, even a couple of scarred marks from a couple of really rough nights, but it wasn’t as if Jeanz hadn’t left her own scarred marks on his skin. At the thought, he absentmindedly brushed his other hand over his neck, where he wore the scar proudly, since he had asked her to leave a permanent reminder of her on him, specifically where it could be seen.
Most thought some crazed enemy that had bitten him, but only he and Jeanz knew it was from her, a secret he was thrilled to keep to himself, grinning whenever he thought of it. Jeanz had, in return, asked for her own scarred bite mark on her hip, another one of her sensitive spots, wearing the mark with pride. Sometimes, she would just brush her fingers over it and remember the moment Lazarus had bitten down on her hip. Remember how he had cleaned it up afterwards so it wouldn’t get infected and would heal correctly.
Lazarus had to physically hold himself back from entering the bathroom as he caught her brushing over that scar on her hip, touching it as if it were something holy and precious. Instead, he tightened his grip around his shaft, stroking himself a bit rougher, his hand gliding over the piercings, his mind flashing to everything he would do to Jeanz when she was done with her shower.
He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Jeanz continued down her toned legs, making sure to wash every part of her body, needing to get the grime off her from the day. Throughout it all, she continued quietly singing to herself. She put the loofah back, stepping back under the warm water to begin to rinse all the suds off her body. She started at her shoulders, her hand slipping over each shoulder as she rinsed the soap off.
Next, she moved down her arms, all the while unaware that Lazarus was watching her as he stroked his cock, his gaze hungry as he did. His eyes followed her hands as they brushed over her breasts. She massaged them a bit as she rinsed them off, those pretty soft sighs leaving her as she did. His hand continued stroking over his cock, occasionally squeezing rougher as he brushed over his piercings, a memory coming to the forefront of his mind. Jeanz’ hand stroking over him and his Jacob’s ladder that she was fascinated with as she was on her knees, those gorgeous hazel eyes staring up at him and making him weak in the knees.
Lazarus didn’t want to cum too fast, so he kept his hand going at the same pace, feeling the heat coiling in his lower abdomen, nice and slow, enough to prolong him watching Jeanz. She brushed her hands over her stomach and then behind her to rinse off her back. When she did that, it pushed out her breasts as her back arched again, giving him a great view of those breasts he loved to lavish attention on.
Jeanz then bent over, washing the suds off her legs, standing up again when she was done. Her singing had suddenly stopped, and she bit her lip, looking like she was thinking of something, that was her contemplating face, which Lazarus always found adorable, even if he did always have the urge to pull her lip from her teeth and instead offer his arm for her to bite instead.
His gaze darkened as he watched Jeanz’ hands trail up to her breast, where she squeezed them, before pinching her nipples, tugging on them as she let out quiet little gasps and moans, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting slightly. Her hands slowly moved down her stomach, her touch almost reverent as she imagined it was Lazarus’ hands instead. It had been a while since she and Lazarus were able to spend time alone together longer than a couple of minutes. And she couldn’t lie, she missed it, missed him, his touch, the noises he would make, the way he would make her feel.
Lower and lower, her hand traveled, barely brushing over her skin, until the tips of her fingers reached that bundle of nerves. Her back arched as she brushed her clit, a breathy moan leaving her as she circled her fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves.Lazarus watched as Jeanz’ head fell back against the tile of the shower, his gaze stuck to where she was circling that small bundle of nerves, moving his hand over the shaft of his cock in time with her.
He wanted to close his eyes, to just listen to how breathy Jeanz would get, listen to her pretty noises, but he also didn’t want to miss what he was seeing. Lazarus watched as her other hand continued to pinch and pull at one of her nipples, her other hand that had been on her clit, traveled lower, spreading her folds and slipping a finger inside of her. Lazarus’ breath hitched quietly as he brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock, his darkened eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Jeanz let out a low, breathy moan as she pressed a finger inside her, pinching her nipple a bit rougher as she began to thrust her finger in and out. Another finger slipped inside next to the first one, her mind imagining they were Lazarus’ fingers instead of hers, causing another moan to leave her, picking up her speed, biting her lip so she wasn’t too loud. But, Lazarus knew how loud she could be; he loved hearing how loud she could be.
He picked up the pace of how fast he was stroking himself, keeping up the rhythm Jeanz set for herself, his eyes trailing over her body, his lip between his teeth so he didn’t make a sound. He could feel the coil of pleasure low in his abdomen getting tighter and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But, he could also see Jeanz was getting close herself as she pushed a third finger next to the other two. Her grip on her breast and nipple was getting tighter, her legs were beginning to shake slightly as she brought herself closer to the edge.
Jeanz continued thrusting her fingers at a fast pace, feeling that familiar coil in her lower stomach coming up quickly. She kept her eyes closed as she kept imagining her fingers were Lazarus’ instead, her lips parted as she moaned. She twisted her nipple, a pleasure-filled shiver going through her, a moan leaving her again, this one a bit louder. She moved her fingers faster, chasing her orgasm, more pretty moans and whimpers falling from her lips.
Lazarus continued moving his hand over his shaft, his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock as his own orgasm approached. Her sounds were like music to his ears, and he already planned on hearing them for the rest of the night as he explored her body, once again mesmerizing her skin.
Jeanz couldn’t hold it back anymore; she thrust her fingers faster and rougher, her back arching off the wall of the shower, her lips parting as her chest heaved and her legs shook. A moan of Lazarus’ name left her lips as her orgasm washed over her, her juices coating her fingers as she continued moving her fingers, riding out her orgasm.
He bit his lip harder, drawing blood as his hand picked up speed, his orgasm coming soon after hers. His body tensed, and he had to hold back the moan that wanted to escape him. He didn’t even care that his seed landed on Jeanz’ floor; he would clean it later. His chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm, watching as Jeanz gathered herself, turned the shower off, and reached for a towel, beginning to dry herself off. Lazarus tucked himself back into his pants, but didn’t bother to zip them up or redo his buckle.
Lazarus moved forward without thinking, watching as Jeanz saw him in the mirror, those pretty lips pulling into a smile as she made eye contact with him through the mirror.
“Hello, gorg,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“Hey, a stór. How long ‘ave ye been ‘ere?” she asked curiously as she leaned back against him.
“Long enough t’ enjoy the show,” Lazarus answered with a smirk, giving her shoulder a little nip as he watched her cheeks turn a pretty pink color.
“Didn’t want ta join?” Jeanz murmured, turning around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, a mischievous smirk on her face, as if she knew exactly what he did.
“Had more fun watching. Now, I’m taking ya t’ bed,” he responded, picking her up easily and pressing his lips to hers as he moved to her bed, her giggles muffled by the kiss, but he smiled nonetheless.
Late night, one of the rare days the team wasn’t getting ready for a mission or training rookies. Price and Gaz had decided to go out to the pub, probably looking for some lucky lads to go to a hotel with. Jeanz, Johnny, and Simon had decided to have a quiet night in between the three of them, the three of them crowding into Simon’s room, seeing as it was the biggest.
Jeanz had brought a bottle of whiskey she had stashed away in her room. Johnny had snuck snacks from the mess hall, while Simon pulled out his laptop and some extra blankets. The three of them had a close friendship, bantering and snarking at each other. And if the banter bordered on more flirting between the three of them? Well, that was something between them.
All three of them were on Simon’s bed, Jeanz squished between Johnny and Simon, not that she minded, it brought her a sense of comfort and safety, like it always did. Her head was leaning on Simon’s shoulder, her legs draped across Johnny’s, all three of them covered by one blanket.
They were snacking on some chips and popcorn Johnny had brought, passing Jeanz’ whiskey between them. Some movie was on Simon’s laptop, which none of them were paying attention to anymore, falling back into the familiar rhythm of bantering with each other.
A comfortable silence fell over the three of them, Simon taking a swig of the bottle, silently communicating with Johnny over Jeanz’ head. Jeanz was completely oblivious to it, used to them doing it, and more focused on the movie at the moment. Johnny nodded his head with a small smirk, his eyes lighting up. The alcohol in them helped motivate Johnny and Simon to finally do something they had been secretly discussing for months now.
“Say, love, could we talk to ya ‘bout something?” Simon’s deep voice rumbled as he tilted his head closer to his.
Jeanz blinked and looked up, glancing between Johnny and Simon curiously. It felt as if the air in Simon’s room had changed, felt more charged, like something had been decided without her.
“Aye, what is it?” she asked curiously, shifting to get more comfortable between the two.
Johnny’s hand came to lie on top of her thigh, like it was a natural thing to do, his thumb gently brushing over the fabric of her sweats. Simon leaned his head against hers, Johnny and Jeanz the only ones he was really comfortable with touching, almost always.
“We’ve been thinking…ye know, we both think yer beautiful,” Johnny murmured, his hand giving her thigh a little squeeze before he went back to brushing his thumb over it.
Jeanz felt her face flush as she heard Johnny. She didn’t know that, had no clue they had ever thought about her like that. She didn’t try to hide her scars, not after Clara had ripped into her about how she didn’t need to feel insecure about them. But, she always had it in the back of her mind that she wasn’t the best looking around. She knew that most thought her scars were ugly, unattractive, something to look at with disgust.
“...Ye do?” she asked, the surprise clear in her tone.
“What? Of course we do, love,” Simon responded without a second thought, shifting so he could look her in the eyes, so she would know he was serious.
“Yer down reit bonnie, lass,” Johnny swiftly followed up.
Jeanz flushed a bit pinker at hearing how honest they both sounded. But, she couldn’t deny the small rush of happiness that went through her.
“So, what were ye guys thinkin’ o’ then?” she asked curiously as she leaned against them both more subconsciously, relishing in the fact she was so close to both of them.
“We were wondering if ya would like to have some…fun,” Simon answered her, the suggestion clear in his tone; his voice sounded like it dropped an octave lower.
“Only if ye want tae, o’ course,” Johnny added, his tone soft as his hand slid up a bit higher on her thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze.
Jeanz thought about it for a moment, knowing what they were implying. And, to be honest, she couldn’t lie, she found them both attractive too. Not that she would tell either of them, but she had imagined what it would be like, more than once. The thought of actually getting to experience it sent a rush of heat through her, a smile coming to her lips as she took the bottle back from Simon, taking a swig of it as Johnny and Simon watched her closely, waiting anxiously to hear her response.
“I would be up for it,” she said, looking between them both with a small, wicked grin.
Simon and Johnny felt a rush of heat go through them, not needing to hear anything else. Johnny moved first, his hand cupping her cheek as Simon took the bottle out of her hand. Johnny leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, relishing the feeling of hers against his for the first time. He had been imagining it for months, and she tasted better than he imagined.
Simon set the bottle on his nightstand along with his laptop, his focus fully on Jeanz and Johnny as they kissed. He shifted on the bed, his hands trailing down Jeanz’ sides, slowly slipping his hands under her shirt, his calloused fingers brushing against her skin, gently brushing over some of the scars on her skin.
Jeanz let out a small noise of satisfaction into the kiss, her hand coming up to grip Johnny’s shirt, a shiver going through her as she felt Simon’s hands on her side. Johnny licked her bottom lip, asking for permission as Simon leaned forward, pressing open-mouth kisses over her pale neck. Jeanz let out a small moan as she opened her lips, her tongue tangling with Johnny’s, her heart racing in her chest from the attention of the two.
“So sweet,” Simon purred, nipping at her neck, holding back on the urge to leave a mark behind, for now.
Jeanz let out a small whimper from Simon’s praise as Johnny tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her head to the side slightly, letting him kiss her deeper, and allowing Simon more access to her slender neck.
Simon’s hands gripped her sides a bit harder for a moment as he heard the whimper, his self-control almost snapping as he imagined the other noises she would be making tonight. Johnny let out a small groan into the kiss, his hand on her thigh tightening, a rush of heat going through him. He shifted closer, his hand trailing up from her thigh to brush just under the edge of her sweats.
Jeanz let out another whimper, her eyes opening as Johnny pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locked on hers.
“So, bonnie,” he breathed, gripping the edge of her loose tank top, glancing at her for permission.
A small nod from Jeanz, and he was pulling off her shirt, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath, causing both Johnny and Simon to let out a breath, seeing her pale skin, scars, and all. They couldn’t help but admire her bare skin.
“God, lass, so perfect,” Simon purred as he kissed down her neck to her shoulder.
Unable to help himself anymore, Simon bit into her shoulder, eliciting a gasp from her, marking her with his teeth. Jeanz let out a quiet moan as she tilted her head to the side, giving Simon more access to her neck. Johnny shifted, leaning down and mouthing at her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around.
Jeanz let out a breathy moan, her senses almost overwhelmed by both of them, and they hadn’t even really started. Simon shifted, his hands leaving Jeanz’ sides, only to reach around, yanking at Johnny’s shirt. Johnny pulled back enough to let Simon pull his shirt off, immediately going back to sucking on Jeanz’ breast.
Simon brushed his hands down Johnny’s bare chest, nipping at Jeanz’ shoulder once more, leaving more love bites behind, needing to mark her. Johnny gently pressed Jeanz back so she was lying over Simon’s lap, nipping his way down from her breast, leaving his own little marks, a primal satisfaction going through him as he did. Simon stared down at Jeanz, his hand brushing down her neck and over her breast, pinching at her nipple.
Jeanz let out a small gasp at the pinch to her nipple, her eyes fluttering from the sensation as she felt Johnny’s hands slip beneath the waistband of her sweats. Johnny glanced up right as Simon leaned down to kiss Jeanz, a smirk coming to his lips as he tugged her sweats down her hips and off her legs.
A shiver ran through her as the air hit her bare skin, a flush coloring her cheeks and her chest pink as she realized she was almost completely naked. Simon pulled back from the kiss, pulling his own shirt off as his eyes roved over Jeanz, taking in her pale skin and the scars that littered it. Johnny and Simon paused for a moment, just taking her in, thinking she was beautiful and all theirs for the night, hopefully longer.
Johnny started kissing up her left leg, leaving little nips as he went, leaving his own marks on her. Jeanz let out a couple of small moans, shifting on Simon’s lap from the feeling. Simon moved so he could reach out, cupping her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples until they hardened, leaning down to press his lips to hers again, tangling his tongue with hers.
Jeanz let out a moan into the kiss, her back arching slightly as Johnny kissed her over her underwear. Johnny hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear, sliding them down and off of her, returning to lick his way up her folds, causing another moan to leave Jeanz. Simon groaned into the kiss as he heard her moan, pinching her nipples with his fingers to elicit another one from her.
Simon pulled back from the kiss, moving to stand up for a moment, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down his legs, kicking them off to the side, revealing his hard cock. He never wore underwear, liking the feeling of going commando. He looked down to watch Johnny eating Jeanz out, feeling himself harden more as he saw the two people he cared about.
“How’s she taste, Johnny?” he asked, his voice husky.
Johnny pulled back from Jeanz, licking his lips as he looked up at Simon, his eyes roving over Simon’s form with a cheeky grin.
“Fantastic. Ye want a taste?” Johnny responded, his own voice huskier.
Simon smirked, glancing down as Jeanz opened her eyes at their conversation, her gaze curious and hazy. Without another word, Simon leaned forward, pressing his lips to Johnny’s, licking over his lips with a satisfied hum. He pulled back from the kiss, enjoying the look on both Johnny and Jeanz’ faces.
“Tastes amazing, love,” Simon practically purred, smirking at the two.
“Steamin’ Jesus, Si,” Johnny muttered, a look of awe on his face, “Ye cannae tease me like that.”
Johnny stood up and gripped the back of Simon’s head, pulling him down into another kiss, this one more heated than the last one. Jeanz shifted on the bed, standing up. She moved forward and gripped the side of Johnny’s sweats, tugging them down his legs as she got on her knees, glancing up at the two kissing. It seemed like they were lost in themselves, which was good for Jeanz, who had a little plan going in her head.
Johnny and Simon kept kissing, their tongues tangling with each other’s. Jeanz smirked to herself, shifting so she was closer to them, glancing up to make sure they were still distracted. Her gaze fell back on their hard, leaking cocks, licking her lips subconsciously. Without another thought, she leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the tip of Johnny’s dick, her hand reaching up to wrap around Simon’s length.
Johnny let out a surprised moan into the kiss, pulling back to stare down at Jeanz. Simon let out a groan, looking down as well, his eyes darkening at the sight. She looked gorgeous with her lips wrapped around Johnny’s cock, bobbing her head up and down as she looked up at them, her hand pumping his own cock up and down the shaft.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon breathed out, his hips twitching forward from the pleasure.
“God, yer so gorgeous, lass,” Johnny groaned, his hand reaching down to tangle in her long locks.
Jeanz hummed around Johnny, her eyes locking onto his, and he could swear that she was smirking up at him. The sight caused him to let out another groan as she bobbed her head all the way down, her nose pressing against his stomach. Simon watched closely, the need for both Jeanz and Johnn growing.
Jeanz pulled herself off of Johnny’s cock, licking her lips, and yes, there definitely was a smirk on her pretty lips. She turned her head and took Simon in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his length as her hand went to Johnny’s to stroke him.
“Fuck, that mouth is heavenly,” Simon groaned, his hand tangling in Jeanz’ hair, guiding her up and down his cock.
Jeanz let out a hum around his cock, bobbing her head all the way down, until her nose touched his pubic bone, causing Simon to let out a low moan of pleasure. Johnny’s eyes darkened at the sight, a groan of his own leaving him. Watching Jeanz pleasure Simon was turning him on more, more than he thought it would.
Simon groaned and tugged Jeanz off of him by her hair.
“On the bed, love, can’t wait any longer,” Simon growled, sending a shiver down her spine.
Jeanz licked her lips and pushed herself off her knees, crawling onto Simon’s bed, her own gaze dark with lust as she looked up at the two of them.
Simon moved, grabbing her hips and moving her so she was on her hands and knees. Johnny moved to kneel on the bed behind her, knowing he should go first because Simon was bigger than he was. Johnny looked up at Simon, silently asking if he was okay with it, but Simon was already kneeling on the bed in front of Jeanz.
“Ye still want tae do this, Jeanz?” Johnny asked, looking down at her.
“Aye,” she answered, turning her head to smile at Johnny before she sank her mouth on Simon’s cock once more.
Johnny let out a groan at the sight, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he lined himself up with her entrance. He slowly pressed in, sinking into her welcoming heat with a low moan. He kept pressing in until he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside her.
Simon began moving his hips, slowly beginning to fuck into Jeanz’ mouth, low moans leaving him as he stared down at her. He looked up at Johnny, leaning over Jeanz and gripping the back of Johnny’s neck, pulling him into a kiss as Johnny began to move. Johnny kissed Simon back, slowly fucking into Jeanz, before pulling his hips back and then slamming them forward.
Jeanz moaned around Simon’s cock as Johnny moved, causing her to deep throat Simon. She felt like she could get overwhelmed with all the pleasure she was feeling, but she was loving it. Simon groaned into the kiss as he felt Jeanz deep throat him, the grip on the back of Johnny’s neck tightening for a moment. Johnny moaned as his tongue tangled with Simon’s, his hips continuing the steady rhythm.
Jeanz continued moaning, feeling a tightening in her core, knowing she was getting close from being filled from both ends. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, but it was exactly what she needed and craved from Johnny and Simon. Johnny panted into the kiss as he continued fucking into Jeanz, the pleasure rolling down his spine, curling low in his gut. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, never having imagined Jeanz would feel like this, squeezing around his cock.
Simon pulled back from the kiss, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips as he tangled a hand in Jeanz’ hair, helping her deep throat him as Johnny continued to thrust into her. Simon could feel his core tightening, and he knew he wouldn’t last long either. Jeanz’ mouth felt too good around his cock, and watching Johnny fuck into her, it was almost too much.
“Not going to last longer,” Simon grunted out, his grip in Jeanz’ hair tightening.
“Fuck, me either,” Johnny panted, his body draped over Jeanz as he continued thrusting, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, leaving another mark.
The feeling of Johnny’s teeth marking her is what sent her over the edge. She moaned around Simon’s cock in her mouth, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her, squeezing around Johnny’s cock, her eyes fluttering shut as her vision almost whited out.
Johnny moaned, unable to hold himself back any longer. His hips stuttered, losing his rhythm as his own orgasm washed over him. His teeth sank into another spot on Jeanz’ shoulder as his cock twitched inside her, painting her walls with his seed, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Simon let out a groan as he felt Jeanz moan around his cock and heard Johnny fall over the edge. He held Jeanz’ head as his own orgasm hit him, spilling down her throat, watching in awe as she swallowed everything he gave her, another groan leaving him at the sight. Once he was done, Simon slowly pulled himself back, his hand softening in her hair as he stroked through it.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured, his other hand cupping her cheek affectionately.
Johnny slowly pulled out of Jeanz with a soft groan, his chest falling and rising as he caught his breath. Jeanz let out a small whimper at the feeling of them pulling out and leaving her empty, but she was in a pleasant subspace she hadn’t even realized she had slipped into, with a dazed look in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips.
“Rest, love, I’ll clean us up,” Simon murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
Jeanz kissed him back before he pulled away and disappeared into his bathroom. She shifted so she was lying back on the bed, a slick sheen of sweat covering her body from their activities. Johnny shifted, wrapping a gentle arm around her, smiling when she instinctively curled into him, his heart warming in his chest with affection.
Simon came back with a warm washcloth, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw the two curled up on the bed, sweaty, but both still attractive in his eyes. He walked over to the bed, softly running the washcloth over Jeanz first, pressing another kiss to her pretty lips. Then, Simon moved on, running the washcloth over Johnny’s body. If he gave a cheeky squeeze to Johnny’s cock, well, that would stay between the three of them, especially the low moan that left Johnny, almost a whimper from the overstimulation.
After Simon was done cleaning Johnny off, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Johnny’s lips, putting the feelings he was too scared to say out loud for the moment into it. Johnny smiled into the kiss as he moved his lips with Simon’s, understanding the unspoken words. Johnny pulled back from the kiss, gently tilting Jeanz’ head up to press a gentle kiss to her lips, his thumb brushing tenderly over her skin.
Jeanz let out an affectionate sigh into the kiss as she felt Simon crawl onto the bed on her other side. She felt Simon’s arm wrap around her waist, a kiss pressed to her bare shoulder, right over one of the marks Johnny had left. When the kiss broke, she curled up between the two of them, her hazel eyes fluttering as exhaustion hit her.
“Quick nap, then I want ye two again,” she breathed out.
Johnny and Simon felt their cocks twitch at the thought of doing it again, sharing a meaningful look over her head, smiles on both of their faces.
“Aye, love, sounds good. Rest up for now,” Simon said lowly, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.
“We’ll be here when ye wake, darlin’,” Johnny promised, a kiss pressed to her forehead.
Jeanz fell asleep with a fond smile on her lips, looking forward to waking up.
A safehouse in the middle of the woods. That’s where Jeanz and Simon found themselves, waiting for exfill, which would be another day. They had stripped off their gear and set their bags down after clearing the house. Jeanz found herself sitting in the living room of the safehouse after she had taken a shower.
Simon took a shower next, making sure to pull his balaclava back on before he wandered into the living room. He paused in the doorway to observe Jeanz. It wasn’t often they were partnered up for a mission, but he couldn’t deny he enjoyed working with her. She was a solid soldier, always focused on the mission and getting out alive, though she could be reckless at times, which reminded him of Johnny.
Jeanz was sitting on the couch, looking out the window as she let herself get lost in thought. She was going over how their mission had gone, trying not to think about how Simon’s voice had sounded in her ear over the comms. His voice had always done things to her, which she would never admit to out loud. His deep voice always had tingles going down her spine, a low heat coiling in her gut. But he didn’t know that, didn’t need to know that.
Simon watched her for a moment longer, tilting his head to the side as he leaned against the doorway. He found it almost laughable that she didn’t think he noticed how she reacted when he spoke. Her spine straightened, and he could see her eyes darken slightly. Sometimes, he swore he’d seen her shiver a couple of times. He found it amusing and entertaining, always tempted to test just how much she would react to his voice. Maybe now would be the best time to do so…
He smirked under his mask, an idea going through him as his eyes trailed over Jeanz while she was distracted. She wasn’t bad looking, even with the scars she wore proudly on her face, something he didn’t do himself. She was more confident about it and didn’t let the stares get to her. It was something he quietly admired about her, though he would never tell her.
“Jeanz,” he said, watching her carefully in the fading light from outside.
Her back straightened on instinct as his deep voice broke her out of her thoughts, a small shiver going through her. She had just had that attractive voice in her ear for most of the day, and now it was just the two of them in a safehouse, alone. She was already thinking things she probably shouldn’t be about her superior; it was almost torturous. She could already feel the heat coiling low in her belly, causing her to shift on the couch as she turned to look at Simon.
“Aye?” she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, hoping he hadn’t noticed how she had reacted, but she wasn’t that lucky.
She knew he noticed when she heard a dark chuckle leave him, a rare sound for Simon. And she caught how his eyes trailed over her, like he was taking mental notes.
“Ya know I’ve noticed something,” he mused, stepping into the living room, stopping when he was in front of her.
Jeanz had to tilt her head back to look up at him, her dark eyes locking with his through his mask as she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. This wasn’t fair. How could just his voice get her to react like this?
“Aye? An’ what is tha’?” she asked curiously, hoping her voice didn’t shake from how she was feeling and how close he was while speaking.
Simon leaned over, putting his hand on either side of her on the back of the couch, causing her to lean back into the sofa, but not before he caught the sound of her breath hitching. And there it was, her eyes were starting to darken again, and she was doing that habit of hers, biting her lip.
“Ya have this way you react when I speak,” he spoke, tilting his head to the side as his eyes roved over her, “Almost like my voice affects ya. Like, ya get turned on just by the sound. Is that right? Does my voice turn on the feisty sergeant?”
Jeanz swallowed, her breath hitching again as she stared up at Simon, boxed in by his strong arms.
“I…no,” she protested, her voice sounding weak to her own ears.
Another dark chuckle left him again, leaning in so his masked face was inches from hers.
“Don’t lie to me. Be a good girl and admit it, maybe I’ll reward ya,” he practically purred, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
The fact that he called her ‘good girl’ shouldn’t have sent a rush of heat through her, but damn did it, and she honestly wanted to hear him call her that again.
She was silent for a moment, debating whether to keep up the lie or see what he meant by reward. It didn’t take her long to decide, after all, they would be in the safehouse for a day at minimum.
“It does,” she breathed out, like she was confessing to a major sin, which, in a way, she was.
“Good girl,” Simon growled as he stood up, smirk growing behind his mask.
“Get up and go to the bedroom, strip down, I want to try something,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.
Jeanz blinked in surprise, but she heard the command in Simon’s tone, and she was a soldier deep in her core; she couldn’t disobey a direct order, not from her superior. She stood up from the couch, eyes raking over him for just a moment longer than she probably should have. She turned and made her way to the bedroom, taking off her shirt as she entered. Her bra and pants went next. She hesitated for a moment, thumbs hooked on her panties, before those were gone too, her cheeks flushing.
Simon followed silently behind her, his eyes raking over her now uncovered form. He cataloged everything. The scars that littered her body showed she had been through hell, but they also showed that she had come out on the other side. The tattoos that were inked on her skin, taking his time to look them over, knowing they all probably had a story behind each of them. He could see the pink on her cheeks that traveled down her neck, and her chest was a pretty pink color also.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice rumbling behind her.
Jeanz bit her lip again, but moved to the bed, crawling on top of it, turning so she was facing Simon, who was still standing in the doorway.
“We’re going to do a little experiment,” he mused, his gaze raking over her, lying out on the bed, her attention focused on him.
“What kind o’ experiment?” she asked curiously.
“One where I don’t touch ya and ya don’t touch either. Think ya can do that, my good girl?” he asked, tilting his head as his hungry gaze locked on her.
Jeanz felt a rush of thrill go through her. She had never done anything like this before, always needed touch to get off or feel anything close to that, but she had a feeling Simone would change that because of how she reacted to his voice alone.
“How do you plan on doing tha’?” she questioned curiously, shifting on the bed at the thought, a thrill of excitement going through her, along with a bit of nerves, because she was exposed and vulnerable, which isn’t something she was used to with Simon.
Simon, being the observant soldier he was, could see the hint of nervousness in Jeanz. He could notice the way she unconsciously bit her lips, fidgeting on the bed, almost like she wanted to cover herself up, but was forcing herself to stay naked on top of the bedsheet. Something in his chest clenched, a feeling he hadn’t had in years and didn’t expect.
He moved closer without realizing, his body language and eyes softening, realizing that this was new for her, both the act they were doing and the vulnerability of how she was, scars and body on full display while he was still clothed fully, mask and all. So, he decided to do something to make her feel more comfortable, something he usually only did around Price, except for the Las Almas mission.
“Relax, Jeanz,” he murmured as he came to a stop next to the bed, looking down at her, his tone softer than normal.
Before she could respond, he reached up and yanked his balaclava off, tossing it on the nightstand next to the bed. His scars were now on display, something he rarely showed, but he could tell she needed it.
Jeanz held back the gasp as she watched, her eyes trailing over his face, feeling a bit better already, knowing how much trust Simon must have in her to do that. She had heard the stories before she joined, about the cold and stoic man who was “Ghost”. But, she didn’t know Ghost, not for long, because soon enough he became Simon, the man who told horrible dad jokes that still got her to laugh. The man who always checked on her after missions and during them.
Before she could say anything, though, he was already speaking again.
“If ya aren’t comfortable with this, Jeanz, say the word. We don’t have to do anything ya don’t want to,” he murmured, his tone sincere as he leaned over her.
He may want to do this, but he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to.
“I want to…I trust ye Simon,” Jeanz murmured, gazing up at him.
Simon searched her gaze, trying to see if there was any doubt in it, but he didn’t find any. Instead, he saw that her nervousness had faded slightly, though a small hint of it was still there.
“Ya say stop and I will,” he informed her, giving her one of his rare smiles.
She nodded her head, her body relaxing as the tension slowly melted away, seeing the honesty in his eyes.
“Good girl,” he responded to her acknowledgement, letting his eyes wander over her again.
“So beautiful,” he muttered, more to himself than anything.
“Lie back and just listen to me,” he instructed, his voice low, waiting for her to get comfortable on the bed.
She shifted so she was more comfortable on the rough sheets, a small thrill going through her. She could still feel that familiar tingle going down her spine and pooling in her gut from his deep voice, feeling it between her thighs, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together again.
“Ah, ah, none of that now. I want to see how I make ya react, every little bit,” Simon instructed.
Another shiver, but Jeanz let her legs fall open, exposing herself to him.
“Good girl. Such an obedient girl for me,” he cooed, watching as her eyes fluttered from the praise.
Ah, that’s what she needed. Words of affirmation seemed to work wonders for her.
“Such a good girl. And so beautiful. Do ya know all the things I want to do to ya?” he asked, his voice husky as he took this new side of her in.
Jeanz shook her head silently, surprised to hear he wanted to do anything to her at all, never having expected that, a pleasant shiver going through her.
“Want to touch ya, run my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. See how ya respond when I brush over your breasts, teasingly slow as I go lower and lower,” he said huskily, shifting on his feet as he felt himself start to harden in his pants, but this wasn’t about him; it was about her.
She was trusting him with this side of her, and he wanted to make sure she got the best experience out of it. Simon could tell she was enjoying it, the way she squirmed slightly on the bed. He could see the wetness that was beginning between her legs.
“I would wrap my mouth around those perky little nipples, sucking and nipping until they’re nice and hard. Tease your entrance with my fingers until you are squirming beneath me,” he continued, smirking as he heard her breath catch.
Jeanz never knew words could sound so good, didn’t know that she could feel like this from them alone. She could feel the heat pooling in her gut, feel herself getting wetter as Simon described what he wanted to do to her, but he wasn’t done yet, not even close.
“Then I would make my way down, nipping at that pale skin of yours, just to watch the marks I would leave behind. The marks that would let ya know that I’m the one who did that to ya. That I was the one who made ya feel like that. It would just be me and ya that would know the ones who knew they were there,” Simon continued, his voice dropping an octave as he felt himself grow harder.
Jeanz didn’t even realize it, but a breathy moan left her at his words, the coil in her gut winding up tighter, just from him talking about what he wanted to do to her.
Simon had to hold back a grin as he heard the moan from Jeanz, a shiver almost running down his spine at the sound. She sounded glorious.
“I want ya to imagine it. Imagine it happening like a good girl,” he ordered roughly, shifting on his feet again in an attempt to subtly adjust himself.
“I would nip all the way down, sucking a nice deep mark on your thigh, one that would last for days. Then I would go where we both want, right between those powerful thighs of yours, licking my way through your folds. I bet ya taste downright sinful, I’d probably get addicted to your taste,” he spoke, unable to help the small groan that left him at the thought of tasting her.
Another moan left Jeanz as she let her eyes close. She could swear she actually felt what Simon was saying, and it sent a rush of heat through her, pooling low in her belly. She wanted to actually feel it, feel Simon, but she knew she wouldn’t, at least not tonight, maybe another night if she was lucky.
“Ya can practically feel me, can’t ya, lass? Feel me licking my way up between your folds. Then, I would suck on that little bundle of nerves. I would pay enough attention there, ya wouldn’t even notice when I started playing with your entrance. But, soon enough, ya would feel my fingers inside, stretching ya out so ya would be able to take my cock,” he rumbled, his voice lowering into almost a growl.
A whimper left Jeanz as she pictured it, almost feeling what he was describing, her legs falling open more, her hands gripping at the rough sheets below her.
“When ya got close enough, I’d pull back, just to start biting and sucking my way back up, paying special attention to your breasts. I would slide into your heat, before setting a pace that would have ya seeing stars. I bet ya would feel wonderful wrapped around my cock, I’d probably never want to let ya go again, it would almost definitely be a problem,” he continued, feeling his cock leaking in his pants.
Her legs began shaking slightly as she felt herself getting closer to the edge, surprisingly fast, his voice and his words getting to her in ways she hadn’t experienced before. Her hands gripping the sheets tighter as more moans and whimpers left her.
“Fuck,” she breathed out, her eyes still closed.
Simon had to admit, she looked ravishing like this, and he had to hold himself back from touching her, from doing exactly what he was describing. It was about her this time. After tonight, he was sure he would be able to; he had a feeling she would be wanting the same. Even if it was a dangerous line they were toeing on, which they would probably drop over, he felt a rush of excitement go through him at the thought.
“Good girl. Doing so well for me. I would whisper that into your ear as I continued fucking into ya. I’d have ya a whimpering and debauched mess below me, it would be the most beautiful sight I’d ever see,” his deep voice described, seeing her getting close.
He could see her body start to tremble, could see the way she bit her lip, trying to hold back her sounds. But, he could hear each moan, each whimper, and it was driving him closer to breaking, to touching her. He would hold back, though.
“I would be able to feel it when ya got close, feel ya clenching around me, not letting me slide out. When ya were right there at the edge, I would lean in, whispering in your ear, telling ya to let go,” he growled.
“Let go and cum for me, Jeanz,” he commanded, his eyes dark as he watched her.
Jeanz gasped, her back arching as she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her. Her essence leaked out of her as her body trembled, moans and whimpers leaving her. Simon watched her, a growl leaving him as he watched her orgasm from just his words. When she came down from her climax, Simon was there with a washcloth, gently cleaning between her legs as she dozed off.
He left the bedroom, setting up for night watch, just in case, and to calm himself down, mentally willing the boner in his tactical pants to go away, or he might have to just jerk off right there at the window.
It had been a fun night after a successful mission, and the entire team had gone out to the pub for drinks in celebration. Johnny and Jeanz had always been close, messing around a few times when they had the chance, and tonight was no exception.
The team had managed to get a hotel this time after their mission, nothing fancy, but it was better than some dingy safehouse, which was another reason to celebrate in all their minds.
Jeanz had been squished between Johnny and Kyle, not that she minded; she was close with them both, just not in the same way. A glass of whiskey in her hand, she conversed with everyone as they relaxed for the first time in days. Johnny was sipping on some scotch and telling jokes to keep the relaxed and lighthearted mood going, though one of his hands disappeared under the table, landing on Jeanz’ upper thigh.
Her hazel eyes glanced over at Johnny’s face, seeing that familiar smirk, and she knew she wouldn’t be going back to her own hotel room tonight, not that she had an issue with that. It would be a nice way to relieve the stress from the mission, a better way to relax in her mind. If only she knew what Johnny had in mind, maybe she wouldn’t have thought that.
The hand on her thigh squeezed three times, a subtle signal they had come up with to see if the other was okay with what was going to happen, usually only used when around others. Jeanz hid a smile behind another sip of whiskey, her own hand disappearing below the table to lay over Johnny’s, giving three squeezes in return.
She could see Johnny’s grin turn more wicked out of the corner of her eye as he took a nice gulp of his scotch, something that had her stomach clenching and her heart fluttering.
Price was the first to leave, bidding the table a good night with a nod, then he was gone. Simon left almost right after with a grunt and then, like his callsign, vanished like a ghost. Kyle stuck around longer, having a couple more drinks with Jeanz and Johnny while chattering. Throughout it all, Johnny’s hand never left Jeanz’ thigh, occasionally drifting higher up. Kyle got distracted by a pretty lad, soon leaving with a cheeky wink towards Jeanz and Johnny.
“Well, lass, then there were two,” Johnny teased easily, turning his body to face Jeanz, giving her a once-over that he didn’t bother trying to be discreet about.
“Mmm, so it seems,” she mused, leaning into his touch as her eyes locked with his, a sultry grin on her lips.
Johnny leaned closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
“What do ya say we head out,” he whispered, his tone low, almost possessive.
Jeanz felt a shiver go down her spine, heat curling low in her stomach as her mind thought of everything they would get up to, she pulled back enough to down the rest of her drink, her eyes darkened as she looked into his eyes, a smirk on her lips.
Johnny didn’t have to ask twice as he watched her reaction, downing the rest of his scotch. He stood up, taking Jeanz’ hand and gently pulling her up, a contrast to how he was looking at her. He led her through the crowded pub, his fingers lacing through hers, giving her hand another three squeezes.
Jeanz returned the squeezes, feeling a rush of warmth and heat go through her. She really appreciated how he always made sure she was consenting, something she had gotten used to because of Johnny. It made her feel seen.
Johnny wrapped his arm around Jeanz’ shoulders, pulling her into his side as they walked back to the hotel. She leaned into him, one of her arms going around his waist, enjoying the feeling of being close to him.
As soon as they got to the hotel, Johnny pulled Jeanz into his room, immediately pressing her against the wall, pressing his lips against hers, his hand sliding up under her shirt. She kissed him back eagerly, her eyes slipping shut as her arms went around his neck, pulling his head closer as she playfully nipped at his bottom lip.
A groan left him as he opened his mouth, tongue tangling with hers as he pushed her shirt up slowly. He pulled back long enough to yank her shirt up and over her head, throwing it somewhere on the floor of the hotel room. He started kissing her again, his hands going behind her back to undo her bra, letting it drop to the floor with her shirt. He lifted her, his hands resting under her thighs as he led them to the bed, his lips never leaving hers.
He lay her down on the bed, pulling back from her long enough to pull his own shirt over his head, displaying his scarred and toned chest. Jeanz let her eyes roam over his chest for a moment, and then they were kissing again, Johnny pressing her into the mattress. He reached down, unbuttoning her jeans without breaking the kiss, sliding them down her legs. He pulled back to yank them all the way off, quickly disposing of his own.
Moving back to her, he began kissing down her neck, nipping and sucking occasionally, not bothering to hide the fact that he was leaving marks on purpose, knowing she actually loved it. Little moans left her lips, tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her neck, her fingers grasping at the sheets.
Johnny continued lower, nipping at her pale skin, relishing in the marks he was leaving on her, some primal part of his purring at the thought of marking her as his. He sucked a dark mark onto her collar bone, nipping his way down to her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking.
Jeanz let out a breathy moan, her back arching into the feeling, gripping the sheets tighter. She could feel something close to fire under her skin at his touch, wanting and needing more, a small whine leaving her, because she knew Johnny was teasing her. If only she knew how much he would tease her tonight.
“Easy, my bonnie lass, it’ll be worth it,” he whispered huskily as he shifted so he was between her legs, tugging her underwear down, wicked smirk on his lips.
Jeanz didn’t know what he meant by that, but she would find out soon enough. She could feel his breath ghosting over her skin as he nipped playfully at her inner thigh, knowing how sensitive that part of her body was. He enjoyed the small sounds he got from her, but he knew it would be even better in just a moment.
He bit her inner thigh harshly, relishing in the sharp gasp and moan that left the fiery redhead, another mark left on her skin, right next to a scar she had gotten a few missions ago. Johnny nibbled his way up her thigh, feeling prideful at the sounds he was eliciting from her. Jeanz bit her lip, trying to keep the sounds in, but Johnny bit her thigh again harshly, causing her to let out a sharp moan from the sting.
Johnny got to exactly where he wanted to be, his breath ghosting over her folds as he looked up at her, taking pleasure in the flushed look on her face.
“Ya dae not cum until I say,” he said, his tone commanding and low.
Jeanz whimpered, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was serious.
“Aye,” she promised, her voice breathless.
Johnny shot her a wicked smirk, a fire lighting behind his eyes. He shifted, putting her legs over his shoulders, and gave a slow, teasing lick to her folds. He could hear her breath hitch, a low moan leaving her. Johnny groaned at her taste, it was something he could get addicted to; in fact, he had, it’s why he kept having these sneaky hookups with her. That and maybe the fact that he couldn’t deny the feelings that were developing after working together for years.
He couldn’t help himself, almost diving in as he began to eat her out in earnest, his tongue slipping between her folds to tease her entrance, holding her legs open by her thighs, his fingers digging into her pale skin, probably leaving marks. Moans and whimpers left Jeanz, her fingers leaving the sheets to tangle in his mohawk, giving a little tug, causing Johnny to let out a groan.
His tongue continued to lick between her folds, moving up and flicking that bundle of nerves that caused her to arch her back with a breathless moan. His fingers left one of her thighs, prodding at her entrance, and then easily sliding in with how wet she was. A sharp gasp left Jeanz as his finger instantly hit that bundle of nerves inside, moving in and out, his tongue continuing to circle her clit. He could feel her thighs beginning to tremble around his head as he added another finger, knowing exactly how to get her close to the edge. He knew her body so well by now.
“Fuck, Johnny,” she whimpered, knowing her orgasm was approaching fast.
He pulled back, watching as his fingers disappeared, pride in how easily he was able to get her to come undone with just his fingers. He ignored his hard, leaking cock in his boxers, focusing on her. For now.
“Not yet, lass, ye can go longer, aye?” he purred, his eyes flicking up to gaze at her pleasure-filled face, a devilish smirk on his lips.
Jeanz let out a needy whine, her eyes locking with his. Another moan left her as he added a third finger, beginning to move them faster, just to see her back arch off the bed again. It felt like a tidal wave she was trying to hold back. She only let her control go with Johnny because she trusted him so much, knowing he would never do anything she didn’t want to do.
Johnny let his gaze travel over her, taking in the flush on her face, how her lips parted as she moaned. Her hazel eyes fluttering with pleasure, the way her chest flushed a faint pink, her nipples hardening. He didn’t think he would ever see a more beautiful sight than the feisty sergeant being pleased by him.
“Let go fo me, bonnie,” he cooed, picking up the speed of his fingers, curling them to hit just the right spot.
Jeanz trembled, a moan leaving her as she let the tidal wave wash over her, her back arching off the bed. Her breath came in gasps as she came, her legs twitching on his shoulders, her hand tightening in his mohawk. Johnny groaned as he watched her coming undone from his fingers, continuing to move them, helping her ride out his orgasm.
“Good girl,” he murmured as she slowly stopped trembling.
Her eyes opened just in time to watch Johnny pull his fingers back, only to put them in his mouth, twirling his tongue around them as he licked them clean. She bit her lip as she watched him, another rush of heat going through her as she heard his moan. He popped his fingers out of his mouth, grinning down at her as he stood off the bed. He could see her breasts moving up and down as she caught her breath from her orgasm.
He slid his boxers down, revealing his leaking cock, and climbed on top of her, searching her face to make sure she was still good to continue. Jeanz looked up at him, nodding her head, her hands moving to grip his shoulders. A smile came to his face as he lined himself up with her entrance, teasing her with the tip. Her breath hitched again, and then he was pushing in, a low groan leaving him as she moaned from the stretch.
“Remember, nae cumming unless I say so,” he murmured huskily into her ear, nipping at it.
Her nails dug into his shoulder slightly as she nodded, shifting her hips slightly so he knew he could start moving. He didn’t waste any time, having been holding himself back so she could adjust to him. His hips pulled back and then slammed forward, knowing Jeanz always liked it a bit rough, setting a steady rhythm that had her nails scraping down his back, leaving her own mark on his skin.
Moans left Jeanz, her eyes closing as she let herself get lost in the pleasure. Johnny moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into his back, pleasure raking through him at the pain, some primal part of him pleased at the fact she was marking him as he had done to her. He leaned his head down, burying his head in the crook of her neck, biting down where her shoulder met her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her skin.
He could tell she was getting close again; her breath always got heavier, and her moans would get louder. He pulled his head back from her neck so he could watch her come undone beneath him. She was holding her orgasm back, just like he had told her to do, and he couldn’t help the rush of pride that came over him, knowing she trusted him enough to let that control go.
“Cum fo me, show me how good I make ye feel,” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but he knew it would be enough.
A moan of his name, and she was clenching around him, her nails digging into his back, causing him to let out a hiss of pleasure. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her head falling back. Johnny let out a primal groan at the sight, picking up his pace as he helped her ride out her second orgasm of the night, his hands planted on either side of her head. His fingers tangled in her red locks, tugging so her head tilted to the side, exposing the unmarked side of her pale neck.
“Again,” he demanded, biting down on her neck, knowing how sensitive it was.
A gasp left her at the pain from his bite, a whimper as she cumming again, her nails scratching harshly down his back, leaving scratches in their wake. Johnny moaned against her skin, slamming his hips against hers roughly. He pulled back and began chasing his own orgasm, feeling the coiling heat in his gut. He knew he was getting close, she knew how to make him come undone as well, her sounds and the sight of her always driving him wild.
“Come on, lass, one more. Want tae feel ye cum wi’ me. Be a good girl fo me,” he moaned, sitting up slightly and grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise.
Her eyes opened, half lidded as she watched Johnny’s face, knowing how close he was. She couldn’t hold back, and her orgasm slammed into her, her vision almost whiteing out. She leaned up, her teeth finding purchase on his shoulder as she bit down hard enough to leave indents. Her body tensed, moaning against his skin as she came undone. Johnny growled, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm hit him, his hips stilling as his eyes closed, fists gripping the sheets below them. He didn’t move as they rode out their orgasms, needing to keep close to her, to keep connected to her.
A moment later, he could feel her teeth let go of his shoulder, opening his eyes to see her slumping down into the mattress, a hazy, almost dazed look in her eyes. A soft smile on her lips that he couldn’t resist leaning in to press his own to. A soft sigh left Jeanz as her arms loosely wrapped around his neck, kissing him back gently. It was moments like these that she almost felt as if they were more than friends with benefits.
They kissed slowly and softly, saying everything with it that they wouldn’t say out loud. Eventually, they needed air, pulling back as they smiled affectionately at each other. Johnny pulled out of her with a soft groan, getting off the bed as Jeanz lay there panting for her breath back, her chest heaving slightly.
He moved to the bathroom, not bothering to pull his clothes back on. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it, heading back to the bed. Jeanz looked at him with half-lidded eyes, already close to drifting off with that adorable little smile on her lips. He returned the smile, kneeling as he gently ran the washcloth over her body, cleaning away the sweat and the combination of their releases that was escaping from her.
When he was done, he tossed the washcloth somewhere behind him, climbing back into the bed and gathering her into his arms. Jeanz moved easily, curling into his side, her head on his bare chest as her eyes fluttered closed. Johnny ran his hand through her hair, gently soothing her to sleep. He leaned his head down and pressed an affectionate kiss to the crown of her head, letting his own eyes close as the exhaustion washed over him.
Soon enough, the pair was dozing, holding each other close, smiles on their faces as they slept.
At one point in time, Soap wins a spar against Ghost by smacking his ass and pinning Ghost in the split second the man is too stunned to do a thing but blink.
Ghost returns it in tenfold when he has Soap pinned face down on the mattress, arse red raw with handprints.
