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۶ৎSummary: First day working as a secretary for a high-ranking SS officer named Joachim Peiper. Looking through papers inside a room you decide to take a sneak peak into secret files. While doing so you hear a familiar voice behind your back.
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Walking into the building, your nerves were already spiraling. The first day as a secretary for a high-ranking SS officer. You’ve never worked for an important person and this was the first time you were in a position where what you did mattered.
“I can’t believe I will be working in this place. I only came here for the money.” Muttering to yourself, already regretting your decision in accepting the request in the job of becoming a secretary.
Fancy so, the suits and its rules. “Being a construction worker probably would've suited me better.” Feeling the consequence of your decisions already falling on your shoulders.
You just began working in this building and already hated it. But, at least it looked nice and was comfortable enough for you to feel like not crying about it for the past few days. The only thing that bothered you was how intimating some of the SS officers were, especially one man named Joachim Peiper.
You figured you were his secretary by some of the ladies that also worked for him. Nice and caring they were, but undoubtedly most were snakes, something you would have to get used to. A sweet looking lady walked up to you, seeming excited on the newcomer.
“Morning, darling! I’m guessing you’re new here?” She had both brown hair and eye color, slight pale skin and possibly in her late-twenties. “Yes, I just started today, and I’ve already got a pile of work on my first day.” Your voice clearly showing how unamused you were.
“Unfortunely, you’re gonna have more work later on. happens to all of us when we choose to bring pain to ourselves.” Looking slightly disappointed but nonetheless a very cheerful woman.
“Would you like to check who I'm working for? I'm sure you'll be able to know who it is, since it looks like you’ve been working here for at least a few years?”
“I am already an expert in knowing everyone and their names my dear! Have any files you could show me so I could see the name of the officer?” She looked excited to see who the new secretary was working for, like a kid getting excited for a new toy they were gonna be given.
“Yes-, yes, uhm…I have it right…here!” Holding the paper towards her, as she grabbed it and flipped around to find the name of the officer.
“How nice, you were assigned to work for Jochen. An excellent and intelligent man! And handsome as well,” You fidgeted with your pencil, hoping he wasn’t cruel as you heard some of the SS officers were.
“Though, a little warning, he is charismatic but arrogant and is cold towards people.” Arrogant and hard-eyed? Aren’t there too many men just like him? “I’m not surprised he’s like that, Ma’am. In fact, it feels so common for officers to have that same personality you might have to look into the pattern.”
“Oh, don’t be silly!” The lady said, laughing a bit too loud. “He may act like that, but I very much assure you, he is very kind and a warm person once you get to know him!” Leaning behind your chair, tired and back aching. “I hope you’re telling me the truth and not just saying that to calm me down.” Looking into the paper you had to fill in and back at the woman.
“And I haven’t mentioned this before but…How does he look exactly?”
The lady hearing this looked eager to tell. “I could say he has a sharp and strong jaw, with a very visible cleft chin! and has light brown hair, as well as blue eyes. Alongside with very thick eyebrows.”
“He does sound attractive. Though I’m surprised I haven’t met him in person, despite me being his secretary.” Slightly nodding her head at your response. “He’s always busy and usually doesn’t have time to meet with other people, so please don’t mind him.” Her reassuringness makes you not think about it too much as before, and rather eases you.
“Alright then, I need to finish this paperwork before the next day so I’ll talk to you once I’m done.” Thanks to her, you’re at least able to know what he looks like. “I also have to go, so good luck with the paperwork!” Waving goodbye to her. Feeling a bit better than before after having someone to talk to.
You turned your focus back on the endless files you have on your desk. “Jeez, there’s so many…” Not wanting to waste time you began working, writing notes on what you needed to do, and checking whether you missed anything. It wasn’t fun but at least it paid well.
After non-stop working you checked the clock, it was 7:00 p.m. You were almost done with your work and just needed a few more to fill up. Feeling your bottom sore from sitting on the chair for hours you decided to get up and possibly get coffee, after all your eyelids were feeling heavy. “Might as well stretch for a bit, get a drink to keep me awake.”
Walking towards where the drinks were, thankful that this night was a bit relaxing. As you began serving yourself you noticed a man who looked exactly the lady described him. Could that possibly be Joachim Peiper? Feeling doubtful, you instead ignore the man.
After finally pouring your drink into your cup you began to walk back to your desk. Walking past the man, not acknowledging him in any way, thinking it was just another person working in this place. The moment you pass by him you hear the man’s voice calling someone
“Ahem, Fräulein.”
Is he calling you? Your eyes dart the room for a few seconds, and see that no one is here except you and that man. You hesitate but nonetheless turn around to face him. “Y-yes, sir?” Your voice, slightly shaking.
“Do you not know how to greet an officer?” Officer? Blinking twice at him, until your mouth finally moved. “I’m- I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t aware-” Remembering the salute you need to do, you stopped and quickly raised your left hand.
The moment you did so a person got in your way, causing you to accidentally smack someone. Oh crap! Where did that man come from?! Panicking and feeling worried for the man, you check to see if he’s unharmed. “Are you alright? I am so sorry!”
While focusing entirely on the man you can feel the officer you were talking to look at you, annoyed and agitated. “Seems like my own secretary is very clumsy and dumb.” Secretary…? Oh my god, there’s no way. You held your jaw up, feeling a pang of panic.
His eyes never being taken away from you, seeing you standing up and looking more nervous than before. “You also used your left hand. It’s supposed to be right.” If you haven’t already made yourself look like a fool, you saluted the wrong way!
“I guess my lack of sleeping is making me a bit dumb.” Laughing a bit to ease the situation you were now in. Completely ignoring the man you just hit a minute ago, focusing only on Peiper, the officer you were working for.
“I never meant to act rude. My apologies, sir.” Looking like he didn’t want to waste another second with you he waved his hand. dismissing you. Swiftly you grabbed your coffee and speed walked back to your desk.
God how embarrassing! Leaning onto your stack of paper as you rubbed your hair. Humiliated by what you did. “I hope not to get fired for this!” Telling yourself in a low whisper. You just got the job today, there’s no way you can lose it now!
Sighing, you go back to working, wanting to finish as fast as possible to get out.
It was now 11:39 pm and were able to complete all the paperwork you were given. Feeling glad that the day was now finished, after what happened today you just wanted to go back home and forget everything that went on. You went to grab your bag and immediately bolted out of the building.
Walking in the streets, tired and restless from the endless work and of ridiculing yourself. In 10 minutes you finally arrived at your house, grabbed the keys inside your bag and opened the door, sensing the fresh air of the comfort of your house.
Feeling relief from coming back home. You quickly brushed your teeth, got into your pajamas, and laid in your bed. Slowly closing your eyes, hoping the next day won’t be as worse as this one.
The next morning, inside the building you did everything to avoid Peiper. Even during break you hid under your desk, unable to face him after the incident of yesterday. It’s been haunting you since last night and it won't leave your head.
Not even going to the bathroom for at least one minute, afraid he might suddenly show up. Thinking to yourself that you’ll just keep hiding until he somehow forgets it, or you get a new officer to work for.
The woman who talked to you yesterday saw you not talking with other colleagues and hiding in unusual places. “My, what’s wrong dear?” Her face clearly worried but confused as well by what was going on with you.
“I made myself look like a fool in front of Peiper!” Taken back by your response, expecting something else that was causing you to act like this.
“What was it?” She asked, interested in whatever you did. “I ignored him while walking past him- I didn’t know it was him, I swear! And he called me out for it. And, when I tried saluting him I…” Your cheeks heating up from recalling the event.
“I accidentally hit a man when trying to salute him. Afterwards, he told me I was dumb and clumsy, and said I used the wrong hand!” Hiding your face with your hands, unable to bear from it any longer.
The moment she heard what you did she burst into laughter. One that echoed around the office all the way through the halls. “Oh, my! Drear, I’m dreadfully Sorry-!” She could barely form a sentence. Moreover, could barely stand straight.
You sat there, now obviously embarrassed by her loud laughters. “Come on, it obviously wasn’t that funny!” In the moment of frustration you see a shadow looming behind her. As you were about to warn her the stranger talked in a thunderous voice.
“What is exactly the problem here? Why so much noise?” The lady stopped her laughing and turned around to face Peiper. Much to her dismay, she never expected him to appear out of nowhere. “Sir!” In a quick movement she saluted, with her right hand.
“We were just having a little chat, nothing more, sir. I’ll get going now…” Grabbing her papers and without looking back she walked to her desk. Peiper, looking less annoyed in seeing you than he did before. At least he doesn't look irritated or displeased in seeing your face again in this place.
Not much to say around him, you just gave him a shy smile and greeted him. “Good morning, sir.”
Still having a stoic face but a calm voice. “Morning.” he kept his eyes only towards you, making you feel a bit intimidated. Honestly, his presence itself was already intimidating.
“Fräulein, here is some work that you are assigned to. I need them by tomorrow morning, at exactly 6:00 a.m. Don’t miss any of the paper.” You held yourself from holding back the biggest sigh ever.
“Yes, sir. I’ll get to work on it right away.” He just gave a firm nod and walked away. His footsteps echoed throughout the hallway until the sound began to drift away. The moment he left your sight you stared at the paper in frustration. “My god, not again with this pile of papers…”
Tapping your fingers, trying to decide whether to rest and take a moment to relax, or finish the work and get over it. After some time contemplating you grab the paper from your table. “Eh, the paper isn’t gonna go anywhere.” You pushed away all the paperwork from your face, moving it aside to not be reminded of you neglecting the work you have to do.
“I’ll finish it afterwards, time isn’t rushing me at this moment” You stood up from your chair and thought to just take a look around the building. After all, you never got to fully explore the place.
“It feels like the rooms and hallways are endless around this place.” Admiring the architect and the nicely well-done desk, wallpapers, and the colorful carpet. “Guess they really do like the place very neatly made?”
Stepping into different places you noticed a room that was further away from the others, kinda isolated. Intrigued by it you closely walked towards it, wanting to know what it was. Pressing slightly at the door to realize it was unlocked. To your luck, no one was inside.
You looked around for a little while, trying to make sure no one was nearby to see you sneaking inside. After not hearing nor seeing from anyone anybody you fully opened the door, stepping inside and seeing an amount of files, papers, documents all organized, and a huge map on the wall.
“Oh my…What a surprise?” Closing the door behind you, slowly walking around the room to look at your surroundings. “This room doesn’t seem to be abandoned. Looks like it was just cleaned yesterday.”
While looking in the room your eyes darted to a shelf that had a bunch of files. “What must be inside those?” Taking steps towards it, grabbing one of the files and reading, “Important information; secret. Do not lose.” You quickly looked up from the file, checking if anyone was outside the door.
To your relief, this room was far away from people so the chances of this place being found would be low. You concentrated back to the file, now engrossed by whatever this super secret file had inside.
“I doubt anyone would mind me doing this.” Whispering to yourself, knowingly if you got caught you will probably be facing a fire-squad. Flipping through the pages in the file, reading its strategies in trying to invade the Soviet Union, resources needed, ways supplies are to be sent, and when the invasion will happen.
“This possibly can’t be true! There’s just no way Germany will betray the Soviets!” Seeing what your own country was gonna do, attack their own ally- made you feel disappointed and sick.
You kept going through the pages despite now having a bad feeling about being here. You could feel your hands shaking, not knowing what to do with the information. Tell the lady? The Soviets that they’re getting attacked? Or-
“What are you doing in my office, Fräulein?”
You go stiff, all your thoughts disappeared in a second the moment you heard that familiar voice. You didn’t move, only your eyes did to see whether it was actually him or not.
Slowly putting the file away and turning to face Joachim Peiper. Staring at you in a calm, but also infuriated expression. You weren’t sure what to say, what excuse to use, or what to even back up your reason for being in his office.
You just stared at him like some dummy. Shocked, and terrified. Seeing how you didn’t respond back seemed to fuel his anger.
“I asked a question. Are you unable to respond back?”
You snapped back, your lips twitching, trying to form a sentence or at least a word.
“I was here because…one of the officers told me to get some files in this-”
“Which officer?”
“He didn’t tell me his name, he just demanded me to-”
“To get what exactly? And why specifically in my office?”
You were getting nervous. You could even hear your own heartbeat in the tension. Feeling tears starting to form in your eyes, you didn’t actually expect to get caught. And using any other defense would be useless and make you look more stupdier.
“I just…I wasn’t aware of this being your office, sir. I thought this was abandoned-” His right hand suddenly grabbed something that was in his hip and pointed it at you.
A gun in his hand.
That alone made the air inside of you to leave at that moment.
You feared if you even breath a little, he would shoot you right there.
“I should pull the trigger, shouldn’t I?”
All you could do is shake your head, even scared of saying one word out of fright. With his left leg he took a step closer, and with his right, and then again. He was closing up against you.
Without even a second thought you grabbed an empty glass of cup that was beside you in the desk, and threw it at him. You heard a loud sound, it successfully hit him. He did react by the throw, but did so too late. It slightly injured his top left eyebrow, seeing how red it looked, would possibly leave a bruise for the next day.
It opened up a tiny cut from it, and the glass cup that was thrown at him fell and shattered on the floor. An echo of the glass smashing into the floor around the room.
Bending down, holding his knee with his right hand, while holding his open cut with his left hand, and seeing how much blood was spouting out of it. In spite of that hard throw to his face, that landed towards him. It didn’t seem to do any good but make him have a better reason to just shoot you right there.
“What- Oh god, I didn’t mean to… I don’t know why I did that, sir!”
He just straightened himself as if he was never hit, ignoring the fact that blood was dripping down his left face.
His face still held the same calm expression, although you could see from his right hand where he was tightly clenching the gun so hard he might’ve just broken it into pieces.
“My own secretary is truly a dummy. Who hits their own officer with a glass of cup?”
The moment you blinked he was right in front of you, you didn’t even have enough time to react as his gun roughly hit your right cheekbone, your balance giving up on you as you fell down on the floor.
“Stupid bitch. I would have more pleasure shooting you in your face rather than allow you to get arrested.”
His voice was muffled for you, all you could hear was the sound of a high-pitched noise from the part you were hit the hardest.
You slowly tilted your head, feeling a warm stream falling down on your nose. As you wiped you realized you were bleeding. The impact on that metal object and how much pressure he put into it seem to have injured you a lot.
“Gonna use another useless glass of cup on me? Fräulein, I’m not that idiotic neither foolish like you”
Hearing his steps behind you, slowly leaning down beside you, as he aggressively pulls your hair, yanking your head back to look at him.
“So delicate, so weak, exactly like a porcelain doll.”
Breathing heavy from the hit, as the red stream was dripping on your chin, and onto the floor. Your vision was sort of blurry, but you could still make up that smile of his.
This was satisfying him.
“The day I saw you come into the building, I just knew you were such a dumb and delicate thing. So vulnerable to even be out here. To even attack back on an officer.”
He kept a firm grip on your hair, not letting go for even a second. Hissing from the pain, it was unbearable on just exactly how securely he was holding it. You just silently wished he was more gentle on grabbing your hair, because of the looks of it he could rip off half of it.
Joachim got right in your face, gently caressing your face with his gun. Shivering from the cold touch of the gun.
Although, there was no doubt he did have any malicious intent behind what he was doing. Scaring the living shit out of you for his little entertainment.
“Don’t worry, I'm not gonna do anything to you with my gun. At least not right now.”
He pulled you up on your feet, as he let go of your hair, allowing you to back away from him. Looking up to see him. For some reason, just staring at him into your eyes already made your heartbeat faster than before.
Realizing what you were thinking, you quickly shook off the thought. You made yourself think it was because of the impact on the gun that hit your face, which was making you have those silly ideas in your head.
“I’ll never talk about this to anyone! I will not let a word of what I’ve seen get a peak out of my mouth, I swear!”
Your breath was raging, most likely from you freaking out about the situation you just got yourself in.
Steadily but slowly raising his gun towards you, having a perfect aim to go through your head or face.
“Are you… Are you gonna shoot me?”
Whispering in a quiet voice, the fear not allowing you to be heard at all. But all you could do right now is hold tight to a desk and wait for him to either have the choice to kill you or have you arrested and probably get you executed. There were no possible good circumstances to any of those choices.
“No. Instead…”
Looking at his gun and back at you.
“I’ve got a much better idea.”
You have a somewhat bad feeling about this, but excitement as well. He began to walk towards you, as you retreated a little bit and stopped once you hit one of the shelves that were behind you. Now, you were cornered and were face to face with him.
His figure was surely terrifying, taller than you, and that face- despite having a cold expression, you could just see a peek of a smile from his lips. From how close he was, you could just practically feel yourself shaking.
Deciding to look below, as you were getting nervous by staring at his face. Gazing down between you and him, you saw something poking out of his pants.
It was his bulge.
You considered it was painful for him, since his breathing started to get more raged than before. That funny feeling of yours once again began to form in your stomach, but nonetheless you tried to ignore it.
“I’ll fuck that pretty face of yours until you’re those eyes of yours start to fill up with tears.”
Hovering his gun in your face, as he lowered it where it hit your panties. Your breath quicken by the second. You couldn’t tell whether it was from fear or for loving this.
He pushed his body closer to yours to the point you could feel his bulge hitting your stomach. Squirming beneath his touch, trying to control whatever you were feeling.
“Trying to suffocate me with your bulge? What a way to kill me. Don’t you think so?”
Chuckling at your snarky remark as he gently touched your face, and lifting your chin up to make you look at him as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“If only you knew how much I needed you the day I laid eyes on you. I just couldn’t wait to have my hands on you. But now, I have you all for myself.”
The gun that he was holding in his hand started to separate your legs apart. You resisted, fearing that he was gonna shoot in your ass instead of your head.
You forcing him to stop seemed to annoy him. As he clutched your face, forcing you to look at him.
“Make me stop again, and I’ll just shoot you in your throat and leave you to bleed to death in here.”
“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry…”
He was serious about it, no doubt. You seriously started to tremble where you had to lean back for you to be able to keep standing. The more he threatened you, the more you looked scared, it excited him. And the more he petrified you, intimidated you, the more thrill you felt.
“You’re gonna behave good for me, aren’t you? God…how long I had wished to have you in my arms.”
“Are you gonna at least put the gun aside?”
He took a moment to consider your request, probably now thinking of your safety, or just to keep you safe for now so he could fuck you pleasingly in his own way.
“No. What you can do is relax and enjoy what I do. Because I'm not stopping any time.”
Steadily rubbing his groin in your stomach and near your sex. You couldn’t stop yourself as a soft moan left your mouth. Trying to stay silent and not show any interest in what he was causing you to do. Clenching your teeth from making any more noise.
“You look to be enjoying this as much as I am. Too good for you?”
Rolling your eyes, so confident and arrogant he was. You didn’t wanna admit it, in fact say anything but make nasty comments. But, the more he kept repeating his movements you couldn't contain yourself any longer.
“Don’t flatter yourself…Even if I’m enjoying this, what’s the trouble in it? Because to me, I guess you would prefer for me to keep fighting and looking scared like some cat.”
“Whatever you do is already enough for me, my dear, I don’t even need to worry what you do. I just need you in my arms, and I’ll be fine.”
His face got closer to your face and started to kiss you sweetly but roughly, holding your face so you could reach his lip. feeling the tongue of his coming inside yours, playing with each other tongues, with the sensation of it was enough to make you whimper.
You pushed back to breathe for a few seconds. While catching your breath, your hands reached down your skirt and panties, pulling them down, feeling a bit shy about it but wanting nothing more to just be inside of him.
“Doing me a favor, Fräulein? Well, don’t worry that little head of yours that I will take care of everything.”
The cold and hard metal hitting your clit, playing with it as if it was some toy. He knew he was teasing you and that it was working. You held tight into him, unable to keep squirming from the cold touch and the nice feeling of it. “Joachim, I beg of you, stop teasing me like this-” You felt goosebumps from the icy feeling of its touch.
“Having a little fun here, that’s all. Though, soon, I’lI will fuck your brains out, so take a break my love.”
Without a warning he shoved his gun inside of you, causing you to lean on his shoulder and moan loudly where he had to cover your mouth. “Not wanna be too loud now, wouldn’t like to get caught would you?”
You frantically shook your head, not really hearing what he was saying and only focusing on how he was slowly fucking you with his gun. It’s chilly feeling of it made your legs shiver. He was shoveling his gun roughly and going down very slowly, tormenting you for fun.
Grabbing your rear and holding you higher so you could match his height, since you were on tippy toes and notice how you had difficulties in keeping balance. His face brushing in your neck, his tongue gently licking you from there.
You slightly jumped from the touch, as he stopped and began to softly kiss your nape. “You’re doing so good. Beheaving so well,” He murmured. Unable to stop yourself, you began to grind into the gun. Wishing more than anything but to relieve yourself.
“Don’t stop Joachim. Oh god, I’m close, please!” You cried out. Holding tightly onto him, already feeling your climax, now close to coming out. You couldn’t stand still anymore, and so he had to hold you up in order to support you.
His gun kept hitting the perfect spot within you, having a few wet tears now falling down your legs. Your warm pipe clenching around the gun, as the pace was quickening inside of you. You began to whimper his name out, hips buckling and legs shaking uncontrollably.
In one last thrust you shuddered, now only seeing stars swarm around your face. falling completely on his arms. lips parted from each other as the room was filled with heavy breathing from the both of you.
You let out a small whimper as he pulled away his gun from inside. His gun that used to be squeaky clean and beautifully shiny was now only covered with the fluids of your unveil.
He spotted the liquids that belonged to you, the mess remaining smeared around his gun. Unhesitantly, he put the gun in his mouth and began to lick all the fluid from there.
Your eyebrows furrowed together in shock, but also made your face heat up. Unsurprisingly, this was turning you on.
“My gun wasn’t gonna clean itself. Either way, I will just get a new gun, and next time I’ll force you to clean it instead.”
He didn’t put the gun back to his hip, rather, tossed it on the desk that was behind him and slowly allowed you to use your weight behind the shelf to stand up.
While solely focusing on how weak your legs were, you heard something unzip. Observing from what you saw, you eyed him unfasting his zipper and belt. Letting his pants fall down on the floor.
The tip of his length was already high up, throbbing from the pain and desperation of waiting for so long. Seeing it with your own two eyes made you chuckle nervously. After the first orgasm, you weren’t even sure you would be able to go through this.
Although, something pushed you to it, not so sure of why, but possibly the sheer satisfaction of it that you couldn’t obtain enough of it. And yet, at the same time you were barely able to endure his gun, so what made you think you could take him too?
At this moment you could barely think straight, seeing the opportunity right in your face, just how could you not accept his invitation. Not giving it too much thought you succumbed to the sensation of his touch.
He took hold of both of your legs so he could be in a more easier position to place his now throbbing member within you. The tip being close to your entrance, as he circled it around it with gentleness. Purposely taunting you just to see the desperation in your face.
“Those adorable faces you make wherever I tease you. I could just do this all day for the laughter in only seeing your reaction.”
Nudging and steadily setting it inside of you. Taking his time as he looked at you in amusement. Groaning from the touch, now being on the verge of tears from the constant torment. “Asshole. You just love seeing me suffer because it’s hilarious for you. Is this your method of trying to make me cry?”
He laughed at your comment, he guessed it wouldn’t take that long for you to figure out his attempts in seeing tears fall down your face. “I keep my word, and I never break my promises. When I say I’ll do it. I will. My dear.”
You tried to look calm but it was helpless. Fluttering your eyes, trying to not seem like you were about to cry. And as you tried, tears began to form faster. Not able to hold it back, tears started dripping down on your skin. “Don’t do me like this, Joachim. I beg of you-” Choking on your own tears as your words sounded slurred, not having the capacity to produce a lick of a normal sentence.
Seeing your tears, a smile of delight formed in his face. Holding your chin up so he could see the perfect view of your teary expression. “Just what I wanted to see from that fragile face of yours. But I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. After all, you fulfilled my desire to see that adorable face of yours to look like a mess.”
He settled himself in and thrusted himself inside of you. Putting it all in at one go. Exhaling sharply as he pushed it all the way one, causing you to let out the loudest moan. The touch of his cock made you squirm, whilst he rested his head on your shoulder, moaning in a low tone.
You didn’t need to look down to know that his member was visible inside your stomach, as a bulge formed every time he shoved it right back in. Your grip only tightening more, nails digging deep inside of him. Looking up, you saw his cheeks flushed. The humidity in the room was warming up, so it was no surprise the two of you were burning up.
Every thrust became more uncontrolled than the last, burying himself deep inside of you that made you roll your eyes back. You felt like he was gonna split you open at this rate. He gripped onto you very firmly, whereas a bruise would probably appear the next day.
“I’m close enough, so don’t you dare move an inch…Oh god you look great around me. Makes me want to keep going all day and night till you’re knocked out dead.”
Bucking his hips, moaning a bit louder than before. He kept a firm hand on you, making sure no sudden movements from you suddenly happened that could disturb him. You could feel him trembling on top of you, hands convulsing, and sweat forming on top of his forehead.
“Would my seed look better on the outside of your stomach or on the inside? I feel like the inside is more favorable, and will allow me to officially mark you.”
You snickered at his words. “Mark me? I’m no animal, sir. But it looks like you are. Panting like a dog who's ran miles long! Hahaha!” You clearly saw the sudden shift in his reaction, but he was still smirking. His malicious smile always held something wicked behind. Though, impossible to guess what it would be.
Inclining beside you, purring near your ear, “I’ll go on until you’re utterly unable to walk for days on end, and would have you to rely on my help.” You began to feel the need to release, already feeling another coming out.
“Ugh- won’t you go quicker…” Your voice was shaking, and he could already tell what your needy self wanted. Seizing the chance, he held you higher and started to go slow. “What was that, darling? You want me to go faster?”
You bit your lower lip hard enough to start drawing blood. “Please, faster…” You said in a low mumble, already losing your focus from how desperate you were. He made a confused face, as if he didn’t understand what you were saying or as if you were talking in a different language.
“Didn’t quite catch that. Would you like me to go slower, dear?” Once again, he was tormenting you in his own worst ways. “What- No! Don’t go slower I only wante-” Chuckling as he heard you. Him playing with you seemed like it was a turn on for him, from how much his cock inside you was twitching more than ever.
“I’m only just teasing you sweetheart. Though, hold on to me tighter because I won’t go slow until I’m finished.” Within just seconds his velocity was increasing very fast. Barely given you any time to settle yourself in.
Your pulse quickened once more, and could feel yourself starting to let go. With one last thrust, arching your back you came, letting out a loud whine. Finally having all the feeling inside of you poured out. All you could hear is your own heartbeat and the noise of you two panting noisily.
You felt him moving closer to you, brushing the hair off your face. “Not stopping until I’m finished.” A cocky smirk appearing in his face, of course, he always keeps true to his word. “Are you seriously gonna keep going? I mean, what if someone finds us like this?”
Without giving you a second glance he just responds very calmly, “I’ll just get them arrested for coming inside my office without permission. And for you, I will continue until I fill up your stomach.” Gripping your hips before biting your neck, making you hiss in pain.
His motion went on, a bit more overwrought from how pent up he’s probably been for some time now. It was obvious he was getting closer to his climax from the way he kept going more rapidly. His breathing accelerated.
Pressing deep inside of you where for the time being you thought you could feel his member in your throat. He did make muffled noises, but you dismissed it. Thinking he was getting near. But instead, not being warned, he already started stuffing your stomach. Every pound leaving more semen inside of you, too much for your flesh where it started dripping on your legs and to the wooden floor.
You did feel something jam inside you, in spite of that you didn’t think it was his seed. It was warm and somewhat sticky, you could even feel it swirl around within you. He kept on, emptying everything of his onto you. Not even stopping for just a little while.
Vision blurring and feeling overheated you felt like you were gonna pass out. Weakly looking down at him, you could see he was now shaking more often than the last. He let out a loud grow, giving one final propel before collapsing on top of you.
Gasping, panting relentlessly from how short of breath the two of you were. Adjusting himself to allow the warmth from his body to linger on you. Beside the loud noises you both were making, everything was peacefully quiet and calm.
Once he got his breath back and was able to move he pulled his now throbbing cock that had his seed gushed everywhere in it, with a bit of it still coming out. When he drew away his cock from your entrance it made a little pop noise, as the semen he planted inside of you was leaking out of your clit.
Grunting silently as he stood up and grabbed his pants, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and a lighter from it. Flickering it on his cigarette until it finally burned the tip of it.
While inhaling his cigarette he began to put his underwear and pants on, not seemingly concerned for the mess they’ve created. “Don’t we need to clean this before a higher-ranking officer sees this? I mean, if they’re a higher rank than you, can they access your room without needing your permission.” You were worried of getting caught, and didn’t wanna leave all this clutter and chaos unattended.
Zipping back his pants while listening to you speak, “The cleaning lady will come today and fix up all of this before anyone else sees it. So we don’t get in trouble for how tarnished I left my office.” You signed in relief, grateful he had it planned.
He opened the door and before heading outside he turned towards you, “We’ll meet again tomorrow, I’ll be expecting you in my office by 8:00 a.m.” Bewildered by what you were hearing, to see him tomorrow in his office? It was undoubtedly shocking.
“But I still have to finish the paper work you’ve given me, sir. Won’t I get in trouble if I don’t do so?” Not wishing to be yelled at by some other officer the next day for not completing the work assigned to you.
“I’ll extend the work that I gave to you and make an excuse for you so you won’t get in trouble with the other officers.” He was confident in himself, and you could trust him after all he himself is an officer, someone who also holds authority. Yet, you were still unsure,
“And what-”
“Tommorow. 8:00 a.m. Don’t be late. I also expect you to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet from what you have seen from the file.”
You were gonna speak again but he turned his back to you and left, closing the door behind him. You sat there, thinking how it was possible for you to end up in a situation like this. All because you saw a lonely, isolated room while walking around.
Smiling to yourself for how insane all this was. “Thank goodness I decided to ignore my work.”
Three days that I’ve been in my cooking classes and I literally can’t stop thinking about marseille. And now I have to sleep early and wake up at 8am to go to my cooking classes 💔
Hiii, I'm making a sort of casual fanfic request... based on my daydreams (please don't feel pressured to do it or like it!) because I fall asleep every night dreaming of successfully completing military flight training, earning pilot wings, and qualifying on a supersonic fighter. flying countless training sorties in a two seat fighter with a cute instructor pilot (who happens to be Marseille. Modern AU.), sharing the rush of high G manoeuvres, unwavering trust, flawless coordination, crisp radio calls, split second decision making, and absolute focus in the cockpit. then taxiing in after another successful sortie, climbing down onto the empty tarmac with that beautiful post flight adrenaline crash... and making out afterwards...
This sounds amazing, I will definitely write it marssigh 👀
Noticing a full glass of milk on the table. Without a care I start drinking it, as I do marseille walks behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist. Leaning his face to the side of my cheek. “Like the milk?” He asks a bit too sweetly, “yeah, why?” I ask, oblivious by his odd behavior.
His grip suddenly tightens, voice unexpectedly hoarse. “Moo…” raising my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he made the noise of a cow. Shifting my eyes back to the glass of milk that I was still drinking. After a second or two I realized what he meant. I bit my lip, holding the glass that’s supposedly be…milk tighten under my touch.
Immediately, like a dehydrated camel I poured it down my throat, instantly gulping it down without hesitation. Once finished I let out a heavy whine, my breathing more rough and heavy. Wiping the white mark that surrounded my lips with the back my hand. Licking it afterwards like a cat. Gently setting the glass of cup that is now empty down on the table.
“Wow, that was so delicious. Don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything like this before.”
Its literally raining so hard rn, the lights better not go off and im wet too. Like, LITERALLY dripping wet from the rain and not from marseille (sadly)
