“Fuck!” you scream, a bullet flying right above your head. You’re trapped behind a barricade, spotted by the enemy sniper. You toggle your radio,
“Shit, anyone nearby who can take this sniper off my ass?” you yell over the gunfire.
Slight crackle of the radio, “On it”, Ghost’s deep voice rumbling through the device.
Within 20 seconds the gunfire stops, Ghost saved you. You peek your head over the barricade, once the coast is clear - you hop over the cement wall, your lifeline, and run towards a building. You’re against a wall, peering through the dusted window. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn, instinctively trying to shift your weight and toss the person - but soon realizing it’s Ghost.
“Fucking hell, you scared me” you sigh.
“My apologies” he replies, indifferent.
You stare through his mask as he gleams down to you.
“Are we still flanking them? I thought-“ before you could finish your sentence, you’re cut off by more gunfire. Some sort of automatic rifle was firing at you, and you definitely did not want to get close enough to find out what.
You two run into the building, you’re trapped. All you have is each other and the weapons on your back. Ghost has a sniper, hand gun and a few grenades. You have an automatic, but you’re out of ammo - and a hand gun with maybe 3 bullets left. Other than that, you both have a tactical knife.
“Shit” you say, looking up at Ghost who seems to have the same realization.
Without another word, he grabs you and throws the both of you into a small storage closet. Before you can protest, he covers your mouth. Luckily so, as two men speaking a foreign language run in, screaming their dialects and looking under the tables in the room. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, not even noticing the fact you’ve now pressed yourself very close to Ghost.
They speak, a language you cannot determine, and point towards the door that was slightly ajar. You think they must believe you two escaped into there, as they soon run through the door - their footsteps getting quieter the further they go.
Ghost lets up on your face, causing you to sigh out. Your ass is pressed against his clothed body, you find yourself at the perfect height for your body’s to merge.
You bite your bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Think it’s time we get out of here..” you whisper in the steel container. You look down to see where the latch, knob, or whatever would let you out would be - but to no avail.
“What the.. is this..? Is this a fucking locker, Ghost?!” your voice no longer a whisper.
“Quiet, don’t make me use my hand again” his voice low, not a whisper, but burly.
Your eyebrows furrow, great, stuck in the Middle East in a steel locker, non ventilated room with another person mashing against you in full military gear. Just what you wanted.
Ghost grabs hold his radio, “Trapped in a steel locker, unsure of coordinates, but we are about 20 metres West of the nearest tower”.
Waiting for a response, but none comes.
What the fuck? Are Price, Gaz and Soap dead? Why aren’t they responding? So many thoughts fill your mind, but Ghost seems unbothered, at least from what you can tell, he is behind you after all.
Soon a voice comes through, “We? Are you both trapped in a fucking locker!?” you hear Soap’s undeniable accent chime through the radio.
Your face would be bright red from that if it wasn’t already red from the heat.
“Right” Ghost replies.
A slight pause.
“Fucking hell, I’ll come get you two. Might be a bit, some bastards really want my head” Soap speaks.
A bit? Fuck, you don’t know if you can make it that long. You already feel slightly dizzy from dehydration, the heat, standing - all of it.
You have only slight room to move, just wanting to get out of the already hot locker. You shed your large gun and place it against the small space below your feet, Ghost mirroring you. After a few minutes of silence, awkward silence, you need to shed some more. It’s way too hot.
You take off your top, revealing a white tank top. Your legs wobble slightly, Ghost quickly grabbing your hips.
You can’t go past the irony, unsure why, but you decide to open your mouth “You know.. this would be hot if it weren’t for the situation”.
Silence.
Fuck, why did you say that? The feeling of embarrassment grabs hold of your stomach, yet - Ghost hand’s don’t move from your hips. If anything, his grip tightens.
You decide to double down, pushing your ass into him. If he says anything, you can just say it was an accident. Damn, pervert.
You soon feel his erection, one that has likely been there a long while.
He lets out a groan, his hands snaking down to your thighs.
“Fuck” he groans.
You put your hands against the locker door for stability, bending to the best of your ability into the man.
He pulls you in with his hands, helping you grind against his clothed length.
His pace quickens, and soon you’re practically fucking with clothes on. He lets up on pulling you, instead snaking his way onto the waistband of your military pants, dragging them down. The locker was dark, except for the slits of light in the holes.
After your pants are off, to the best of both your abilities, he then moves to your panties, slowly sliding those off too.
He fondles your ass for a bit, grazing your soaked cunt with his gloved hands. It causes you to twitch, eliciting a slight chuckle from him, he knows how much power he has over you right now and he loves it.
“Please..” you whine.
“Hmm.. princess?” he hums.
His name for you causes you to whine, pressing yourself further into his still clothed erection.
“So needy..”
He’s not wrong. You can’t remember the last time you were fucked, definitely at least 10 months ago. You both wanted this, no, needed this.
He soon takes his waistband, pulling it down, his erection pulsing against his briefs. A slight pool of precum soaking it.
He pulls his briefs down, his length springing to hit his stomach.
You can’t say you didn’t expect him to be big, but definitely not this big. His base was at least 2.5 inches wide and probably 8 inches long. His cut tip leaking precum.
He slaps it against your ass, causing you to bend further against the locker door.
He teases your soaked cunt, playfully circling your seeping hole before pushing the tip in.
He groans, “Feels good, huh? Hmm, princess?”
You let out a moan, his tip already making you feel full. His other hand snakes to your clit, while the other steadies his cock and tip in your pussy.
He pumps into you slightly, “Hmm? Feel good? You can take it, I know”
“Fuck, S..Simon..”
His reaction to you moaning his real name was.. unexpected.
“Ughmm.. fuck.. say it again, say my fucking name”
His groans fill the small locker.
“Simon, please fill me”
You speak in a seductive tone.
This is enough for him to push himself straight into you. His balls slamming into your clit as his fingers circle it. His hand that once held his length now holds your waist, pushing you further onto him.
Your moans and screams of pleasure and the stinging pain that comes with sex, fill not only the locker - but the whole room.
“Your moans are so fucking hot”
His brooding voice turning you on even more.
You soon find yourself at your limit.
“Fuck, Simon.. I’m gonna.. fuck” you cry.
His pace becoming sloppy, his dick twitching inside your tight cunt.
“I know.. fuck.. cum with me, baby” he buries his head into the nook of your sweaty neck.
You soon feel your orgasm taking over, pushing yourself unrythmatically against Ghost.
Once you’ve came, you continue to feel Ghost pumping into you, reaching his high not soon after you.
You feel his warm seed fill your inside, causing a deep groan of your name from Ghost’s mouth.
“Fuckkkk..”
He leaves his cock in you for a bit, before pulling it out.
You’re both out of breath, hot as hell, and naked below your belts.
“Shit, Ghost, what about So-“
“Soap. I know”
He then opens the locker with a card he stuck in between the steel of the locker and the door. This causes the locker door to push open.
The direct light blinds you for a moment, before you realize your nudity. You pull your panties and trousers up, realizing his seed sits inside of you.
You turn to see Ghost already dressed. He hands you your gun without a word. You hear someone running in, and you’re not prepared, Ghost raises his gun - but realizes it’s Soap.
“Thought you guys were trapped in a locker?” He asks out of breath and slightly annoyed.
Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person.
Ghost
You and Simon had been dating for about 3 months, and at the start of your relationship you discussed sexual interests.
So far, you’ve only had sex a handful of times as your relationship is quite new. One thing did come up that you both had quite the interest in..
Somnophilia.
You were the first to bring it up, and even just the thought of it gave Simon quite the erection.
You two discussed how hot it’d be for either of you to be asleep, and the other so stricken by lust to just use the other whenever they wanted.
You both decided to agree that this was now permitted in the bedroom.
That was 2 months ago, and you soon forgot all about it.
Simon didn’t. Simon didn’t forget the feeling he’d feel when he’d cum all over your thighs as you slept, and in the morning act as if it never happened - having cleaned up any mark he’d left.
He never forgot you waking up to bruises into your hips, wondering where they came from.. so innocently.
“Maybe you knocked yourself on the island”, he’d say, knowing the true meaning of the marks.
A night like no other, you had a tired day at work and just wanted rest. You snuggled into bed in panties and one of Simon’s shirts which fit comically on you.
Simon loved watching you wear this to bed, it was such easy access to the part of you he loved the most.
He spoons onto you as you drift off into sleep. Once he figures you’re asleep, he pulls your waist closer to him.
He plays with the waistband of your panties, snaking his forearm you lay on to your clothed breasts.
He pulls his briefs down to expose his length, stroking it slightly under the covers. He soon moves back to your waistband, sliding your panties to the best of his ability off of you, in hopes you don’t wake.
Once off, he palms his length, sliding it between your slit. Your body natural leaks slick at the exposure, making lewd noises fill the room.
He feels your nipples arouse with his right hand, playing with them, circling them in between his fingers over your shirt.
His left hand gripping onto your waist as he fucks your slit faster and faster.
Slightly waking up, you instinctively let out a slight moan.
Simon slows down, allowing you to fall back asleep.
His length twitches in anticipation, and once he’s sure you’ve fallen back to slumber, he decides to push his cock-head into you, slowly.
A groan comes out, which he quickly stifles. You easily take him as he’s already prepped your sleeping body for this.
He is ravenous, he immediately fucks into you with full force, chasing his high. The rocking of the bed, the squeaking, the lewd noises of your sexes meeting soon wakes you.
At first you’re confused. “H..huh?” you say in a tired tone before letting out slight moans, soon turning into full blown ones once you realize what’s happening.
Simon’s left hand soon meets your mouth, “Shh.. go back to sleep, baby” he whines out, continuing to press into you, kissing your cervix with his tip.
You moan into his hand, drooling mess into it.
“You usually don’t wake up,” Simon says, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, realizing where all those bruises came from and why your ass was sometimes sore.
In all honesty, this turnt you on even more as Simon continues his plunge.
Your free hands begin to grip Simon’s exposed thigh, whilst the other grips into the pillow you once lay so soundly on.
You feel your own orgasm creep onto you, a knot in your stomach.
You moan even louder into Simon’s hand to warn him if your orgasm, but his pace doesn’t slow.
“Fuck.. fuck-cum for me, princess” he groans out.
You quickly cum onto his length, pulsating around his member. His hand freeing from your mouth to hear you scream.
“Fuck-Simon, a..ah!”.
He soon follows suit, cumming deep into your abused hole.
He grips tightly onto your waist as he pushes his cum deep inside of you.
You wait for him to pull out, but he never does. “Let’s sleep like this, okay? … So fucking warm..” as he pulls you closer to him, placing his sweaty forehead into the crook of your neck.
You lay, drained, sweaty and gross. You don’t even reply, instead go to sleep, cockwarming Simon and his seed inside of you.
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As you wearily made your way toward the elevator, the fatigue from another long day at the office weighed on your legs, despite having spent most of your day confined to a cubicle.
Upon stepping onto the elevator's linoleum floor, you reached out to press the button labeled "G" for the ground floor. As the doors closed, you turned around, gazing out through the glass of the elevator to the lobby below. The dimly lit evening outside caught your attention, and a glance at your watch confirmed that it was already 11 pm. You'd put in several extra hours today to leave early tomorrow, but the darkness had snuck up on you unnoticed.
Turning back to face the doors, you eagerly anticipated your impending arrival. However, your anticipation was abruptly interrupted when the glowing red number on the display suddenly halted at floor 6. Confusion flickered across your face, and you assumed someone else was entering the elevator with you. You briefly contemplated who might be working this late when, suddenly, it hit you: you needed to stop on floor 6 to retrieve some files you'd been working on.
Preparing to exit the elevator, you began to step out when you were unexpectedly jostled by several masked men who flooded into the confined space, leaving you trapped in their midst with no room to maneuver. Panic stirred within you as you attempted to escape, but your efforts were thwarted as the elevator doors closed, sealing your fate. A sense of dread washed over you, not only from the elevator descending but also from the realization that you were surrounded by seven masked men.
Inadvertently, you shifted backward, pressing against the man behind you, who instinctively gripped your hips. You could hear the other men emitting approving sounds through their masks.
"Sorry..." you whispered, aware that in the cramped confines of the elevator, even whispers carried.
"You're sorry?" the man holding your waist echoed, leaning in close to your right ear, his grip firm. "For what, darling?" His deep, seductive tone sent a shiver down your spine, causing your thighs to instinctively press together.
The other men stare straight into you with solemn eyes that somehow drip lust through their depravity.
"For... bumping into you," you managed to whisper through clenched teeth, your heart racing as you tried to maintain composure.
The man, still nestled against the crook of your neck, didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "I don't mind."
As he uttered those words, the elevator suddenly jerked, coming to an abrupt halt between floors. The unexpected jolt sent a shock-wave of panic through you, and you instinctively went to grab something, which ended up being the man's shoulders in front of you.
Your heart pounded louder in your chest as you realized you were trapped in this confined space with these enigmatic strangers. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.
The man behind you maintained his close proximity, his warm breath still caressing your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Your body tensed as you contemplated the uncertain situation that had unfolded in the span of mere moments.
The room plunged into momentary darkness as the lights flickered, igniting a spark of panic within you. Trapped in the elevator with these enigmatic masked men, uncertainty loomed like a heavy cloud.
"Shh, don't worry," one of the softer-spoken men comforted you, his gloved hand tenderly wiping away a tear that had trickled down your cheek, a tear you hadn't even realized had escaped. You turned to him, your eyes locked onto his, even though his face remained concealed behind the mask.
The man who had been holding onto your waist pressed himself closer to you, his involuntary groan filling the confined space. Your head fell forward in response, overwhelmed by the situation and the sensations coursing through your body.
Meanwhile, the man whose shoulders you clung to slowly snaked his way down to your forearms, gripping them firmly. He pulled you closer to him, and you found yourself bending even further onto the man behind you. The confines of the elevator seemed to close in around you, leaving you in an increasingly tight and precarious position.
The flickering lights, the masked faces, and the palpable tension in the air created an eerie atmosphere that held you captive, your heart racing as you wondered how this unsettling encounter would unfold.
Amid the flickering lights and the palpable tension, another man reached for the hem of your pencil skirt, teasing it playfully. A shudder coursed through your body in response, and you glanced up to see several of the men exchanging knowing and menacing looks, all while the man in front of you continued to lock eyes with you, his gaze unyielding.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" a new voice chimed in, its deep timbre echoing the man behind you.
"Undress for us, slut," the man you were pressed against demanded directly.
Feeling his grip on your waist loosen to facilitate your compliance, your mouth hung slightly open as you straightened up, confusion etching your features.
"W...what?" you stammered, genuinely puzzled by the request.
"If you won't do it, we will," the man responded matter-of-factly.
Your eyes widened slightly as you grappled with the situation, but an inexplicable desire surged within you. Deciding to give in to your darkest desires, you began by unbuttoning your white blouse, your fingers deftly working the buttons, one by one.
One... then the next... and the next... until you reached the last one. The man behind you seized the collar, yanking the blouse off your shoulders. It fell to the floor, pooling around his feet. His fingers danced along the straps of your bra, snaking toward the clasp.
With a swift and deliberate movement, he popped it open, causing the bra to join the blouse on the floor. Your nipples, now aroused and exposed to the cool air of the elevator, stood pert and firm, a clear testament to the mounting tension and your own inner conflict.
You bit down on your lower lip, a tremor of compliance running through you as the men's hungry gazes remained locked onto your exposed chest.
"Who told you to stop?" The man in front of you firmly grasped your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze.
You stared back into his eyes, your submission palpable. "Yes, sir," you managed to choke out, your voice quivering with anticipation.
He released your jaw, his unwavering stare never leaving your form as you began to fiddle with the zipper of your pencil skirt. The garment soon joined the growing pile on the elevator floor. The man behind you wasted no time in exploring your partially exposed ass, his hands alternating between playful slaps and firm grips on your outer thigh.
"A... Ah! Don't do th—" Before you could finish your sentence, a harsh slap landed across your face, cutting off your protest.
"Who said you could speak, slut?" The man in front of you glared, his tone demanding obedience. The other masked men remained silent, their arousal evident by their reactions to the unfolding scene.
Your left hand instinctively rose to your reddened cheek, but the intense gaze of the man who had been studying you earlier shifted downward, locking onto your exposed panties. You understood his unspoken command and lowered your hands to the hem of your panties.
With deliberate slowness, you began to pull them down until they too pooled at your feet. You now stood completely nude in front of the seven masked men, their desire and lust palpable in the charged atmosphere. The elevator remained suspended between floors, and you were ensnared in a scenario beyond your wildest imagination.
Shame and embarrassment barely had time to register as the man behind you forcefully pulled you closer into his groin, his strong grip enveloping your thighs. He began a relentless assault, dry humping against you, the pressure on your already seeping cunt causing a cascade of moans and profanities to tumble from your lips.
Unrelenting in his actions, he freed one hand and lifted his mask ever so slightly, exposing his lips. His neck craned to the left side of your neck, creating a trail of love marks that marred your skin as his teeth grazed it with a possessive hunger.
Meanwhile, the other masked men gradually began to strip off their pants, revealing their hardened lengths through their boxers. A few took things a step further, releasing their already soaked cocks, their hands working them a few times in arousal. The rest continued to palm themselves through their garments, their eyes fixed intently on you, particularly your hips, but primarily on the rhythmic sway of your bouncing breasts as the man relentlessly pulled you into him.
"F..Fuck!" you cry out as the man in front of you begins to play with your clit.
His other hand cupping one of your breasts before bending to swirl the other with his tongue.
The mixture of pressure from the humping, the circling of your bundle of nerves, the cupping of your breast and swirling the other all leads you to a powerful orgasm. Your hands soon find the mans shoulders in front of you, and yet again you squeeze them - this time through your orgasm.
The man humping you slows down, and the man in front pulls away from your breasts and clit. Before you even have time to think, or recover you are barked another order,
"On your fucking knees" the man to the left of your replies coldly, you hear a hint of a British accent.
You would have complied, but were seriously given no time to before you were shoved onto them by the man behind you.
You stare at all the men, most who have stripped themselves down to nothing except their tops. A few pumping their cocks and sticking them in your face.
After a few moments, everyone is undressed and 7 pulsating cocks, all different sizes and colors are around you. There is one thing in common, though, that being them dripping with arousal.
You soon find yourself taking one man's cock into your mouth, holding the base with your left hand and his thigh with your right. You playfully swirl his pink, precum-soaked tip in your mouth while looking up at the blue eyed masked man.
His hands find your head and push you fully into him, he begins to face-fuck you. You struggle to breathe and gag onto his cock, feeling like you might vomit at each gag.
Another man picks your limp hand from his base and wraps it around his length, having him help you pump it until you can do it yourself. The same thing happens to your right hand.
You feel dizzy with pleasure and the fact you can barely breathe as the man fucks into your face.
"So fucking good" you hear a man groan out.
"She looks so pretty taking your cock down to the base," another says.
Soon the man pulls from your mouth, "Open" he huffly commands.
You comply, opening your mouth, slightly sticking your tongue out. He cums onto your exposed tongue, some getting onto the tip of your nose and some dribbling down your chin.
The man groans out as he pumps his cock of every last drop of his seed, "Don't let any fall you fucking whore" he coldly replies, thumbing his cum that dribbled on your chin into your mouth for you to suck.
You suck onto his thumb, and when he releases a pop comes from it. His cums tastes slightly salty, but mostly like nothing. It was watery, and easy to swallow.
"Fuck, I'm already so close" the man to your right, who you continued pumping, stated.
You draw your attention to him, giving him the same treatment, sticking your tongue out for him to cum onto. He instead grabs onto your head, face fucking you yet again. He fucks into you for about 15 seconds until cumming down your throat, not allowing a single drop for taste.
You pull out of his mouth with a familiar pop noise.
You begin to be passed around each men until you fill with cum, most dribbling down your chin onto your seeping thighs.
Some men decide to pull out of your mouth and cum onto your face, a few ask you what you'd like,
"Shit..shit..fuck..Where does the pretty girl want my cum? Huh? You want it on your face, baby?" he whines inbetween pumps, anticipating your answer.
"My face..p..please" you respond, not breaking eye contact with the man.
You watch his eyebrows furrow as he cums onto your face, hips bucking and shaking with his orgasm. His moans fill the tight space, and his cum, like before, falls down your face, pooling onto your thighs.
After you've had your turn with everyone, two men help you stand up. They wipe the cum from your hair and face, and smile through their masks at you.
"You did so good, hun".
"Yeah, you were such a good little girl for us, took all of us without problem" another says.
You smile and catch your breath, your legs slightly shaking as you attempt to stand.
"But.." another says.
You look up at him, confused.
"I think we'd all like some..more" he speaks to you, his dark brown eyes looking lifelessly into yours.
He pulls you to him, "So be a good girl and take it". You whine slightly at his words and nod your head eagerly.
The slick between your legs pooling, dripping down your thighs. You push your thighs together in attempt for any pleasure.
The man soon flips your body and measures his length into your seeping hole, before shoving fulling into you with a primal groan.
"Fuckkkk..so fucking tight" he groans as he adjusts to your walls.
You let out a moan as his hand grip your hips, shoving his length fully into you, his testicles swinging against your clit.
"Ahh.ngh..f..fuck-" you scream out before a hand covers your mouth.
It was the hand of the man to your left, he strokes his newly erect member.
"So much prettier when you take it without a fight, princess" he looks at you, half lidded.
The man quickly fastens his pace into you, slamming harder and harder into your ass causing you to moan and dribble saliva onto the mans hand as the other holds your hips tightly, likely leaving tiny crescents on your hips.
"You feel so good, baby..So good" he cries as he pounds you harder.
"I'm gonna fucking cum" the man in you exclaims.
Your eyes widen as you feel his warm seed paints your walls. You scream into the mans hand in front of you as he cums.
"Such a good toy for me..fuck", he pulls out from you, his cum leaking from you and dripping onto the clothes on the floor.
The men then take turns abusing your seeping hole, each cumming into your and watching it drip out. Your pussy becomes swollen and puffy, only increasing the men's pleasure.
"Her pussy is so fucking swollen, fuckkkkk-" a man whines out.
You notice them treating you like an object and like you aren't there in front of you.
They pound further and further kissing your cervix, pulling out right before you cum, and having their seed leak everywhere in a sticky mess.
"Gonna have to work for your cum, baby."
"We gave you one too soon earlier" another says.
You whine as the last man you haven't milk pulls you to him, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear,
"You've been so good for us," he slips his length into your abused hole.
"It'll be over soon, okay? You've been so good.." he repeats as he slowly pumps into you.
His slow, soothing words are the best of them, you close your eyes as instead of focusing on his pleasure, he focuses more on yours.
"Does..fuck..does it feel good, baby?" he whispers in your ear.
"Y..yeah..fuck.." you reply in a hush.
He continues slowly pumping into you, before you feel a familiar twitch inside of you.
"Fuck.." he proclaims, he speeds up and you feel a knot in your core.
The more he pushes into you, the tighter the knot gets before you finally release and a loud moan falls from your lips.
You recover and look up to the men looking at you, now with their pants on, still staring lustfully.
The man pounding into you ceases as he cums into you, watching it drip down your thigh like previous.
You both catch your breath as the men help you get dressed.
Almost miraculously, the elevator begins working as soon as you get redressed, you feel your panties soak with the mixture of the men's cum. You all exit on the ground floor, and without saying a word- go your separate ways.
In your car, you let out a slight whine at the abuse when you sit into the driver's seat.
Making your way home, you pass out as soon as you get to your room, sleeping in the sweat, slick and cum covering you.
You wake up feeling tired and disgusting as you run a shower, finding it slightly hard to stand. You clean yourself off and begin to smile looking forward to work today..
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You reclined on your stomach, engrossed in the pages of "Narnia." The clock had long struck past 11 pm, and drowsiness began to wash over you. Switching off your bedside lamp, you welcomed the gentle moonlight that bathed your room. Remaining in your prone position, you turned your head toward the window, fixing your gaze on the luminous orb in the night sky.
As slumber gradually enveloped you, an unexpected sound—a clearing of the throat—jolted you awake. Your eyes widened, yet your body seemed immobilized by fear. Darting your eyes around the room, you found no one in sight.
As you lay there, the notion that it might have all been a product of your imagination began to creep into your mind. However, that perception vanished in an instant when a familiar voice, with a distinct raspiness to it, reverberated through the room, asking, "Miss me?" Your heart skipped a beat as you turned, and there, standing before you, was none other than your boyfriend, John Price.
Your face erupted into a radiant smile, so wide it could rival the moon itself. Without a second thought, you hurled yourself into his strong embrace, the comforter tangled up with your excited leap. He held you tightly and guided you both back onto the bed, your legs still firmly entwined around him.
Playfully, you nibbled at his neck and exclaimed, "I missed you so fucking much," the excitement in your voice palpable.
In response, he let out his signature hearty chuckle, his beard gently tickling your neck as he reciprocated with a flurry of affectionate kisses. "Not a day went by," he declared, the kisses never ceasing.
"Guess what? I just finished writing you a heartfelt letter, bummer" you giggled sarcastically, disappointment feigning in your tone as he finally pulled back, his gaze locked onto you as though you were the most beautiful sight in the world.
His eyes remained fixated on yours, unwavering and full of adoration. Soon your legs lazily descended, he deftly raised them over his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to him, the subtle firmness beneath his clothing pressing against you.
Your gaze descended along the path of his neck, lingering on the tender love bites you had planted just moments ago. Your eyes continued their journey, tracing down to his chest, which was already rising and falling with intense desire, and further down to his clearly aroused member. It was evident from the way his pants seemed to constrict around that particular area.
With a wordless understanding, he drew you even closer, his eyes widening with desire and a sly smirk playing on his lips. You cautiously shifted your hips, a subtle movement that drew a low, almost primal groan from deep within him. Your mouth fell slightly agape as you continued to roll your hips, doing your best to maintain control despite the overwhelming sensations, and he willingly yielded to your advances.
"So fucking pretty," he whispered huskily under his breath, his words laden with longing. "How long has it been, my love? Four long months?" his voice raspy with want-no-need.
As his words hung in the air, a rush of emotions surged through you, mixing desire with the depth of your connection. You nodded, your eyes locked onto his with an intensity that needed no words to convey. Four months had felt like an eternity, and the desire that had built during that time was now igniting with an irresistible force.
He lowered his head, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his longing. Your mouths moved together with a passionate urgency, tongues entwined as if trying to make up for every second lost. His hands roamed over your body, fingers tracing patterns of desire along your skin, igniting a fiery longing within you.
The room seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a dance of yearning and affection. Clothes became discarded remnants of anticipation, revealing the contours of your bodies, which had become so achingly familiar yet tantalizingly new in this moment of reunion.
His hands cupped your face as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've missed you more than words can say," he confessed, his voice a husky whisper, before guiding you into an embrace that promised to erase the months of separation with every touch and kiss.
He deftly flips you onto your stomach, prompting a surprised gasp to escape your lips as you bury your face into the pillow, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His strong hands explore your curves, gently spreading them apart, and you can sense his intense focus on your most intimate area, accompanied by a low, appreciative whistle.
"All mine," he declares in a husky tone, and you lift your head from the pillow, turning your neck to catch a glimpse of his self-assured smirk. He guides his throbbing desire towards your eager entrance, teasingly circling it as he studies your reactions intently. You bite your lip, your eyes half-lidded as you whimper, "Johnnn... please."
Normally, he might savor your pleas a bit longer, but the pent-up desire from four long months of separation overwhelms him, and he immediately obliges. With a swift, possessive thrust, he enters you deeply, causing you to arch your back and release a muffled scream of ecstasy into the pillow before you.
Your eyes feel like they cross as he continues ravaging your seeping hole.
"So fucking tight, played with yourself while I was gone, hmm, princess?" he hums to you. You close your eyes and continuing to arch your back, almost helping him fuck you as you buck your hips back into him.
"Answer me, slut. Tell me you played with yourself while I was away" he restates in between huffed breaths.
You lift your head from the soaked pillow, "Fuck..Ah- I..I.." the lewd noises filling the room, you begin to not be able to think straight.
He hums at your lack of response, and pushes a hand onto the small of your back before he slams into you faster and harder, "Be a good girl and answer me".
You take a moment before responding. You open your mouth to tell him you did indeed touch yourself, so, so, so, so much while he was gone, but before you can..
"AH!" you scream as he slaps your ass with so much force, almost guarunteeing a bruise and a swollen ass in the morning.
"I said tell me", he speaks primally.
"I touched myself..ah..f-fuck..So much, John.. So fuck-FUCKING much!" your voice crackling with pleasure as his fucking becomes almost unbearable.
A pause of vocal silence, other than your moans and lewd noises filling the room.
"How much?" he finally speaks, his pace becoming irregular and off rythm.
Not wanting another smack on your ass, you swiftly reply with honesty, "Every fucKIng day!" you scream as he begins to twitch inside of you, feeling his balls hitting your bundle of nerves with each pound.
You begin to see white as your orgasm soon takes over. You feel him groan as your walls pulse around him, milking him of his seed.
"Fuck.." he groans as he pulls out from you, watching his seed dribble down your coated thighs. You lay, out of breath with your head hanging onto the pillow in front of you.
You soon find hands gripping onto your hips lightly, and rolling you over to face him. You stare into him, eyes drooping from depravity and mouth still slightly agape to help you catch your breath.
Not even realising he has a polaroid film in his hand, he lifts your left leg up for a better view of your abused cunt, and snaps a photo; capturing both you and his seed leaking from you.
"Taking that with me on my next mission" he mumbles, bending over to kiss you. "You did so good baby, so fucking good" his beard scratching your face.
"Let's run you a bath, hm?" he hums, causing a smile to grow onto your face.
WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON, DUBIOUS-CONSENT, smut, blood | 18+ | KONIG x AFAB-READER
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Context: "Charm" is your call-sign. | ღ
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❁ summary: König subjects you to an interrogation, resorting to unconventional methods when your lying proves...unyielding. ❁
As you cautiously maneuver around the ominous, dimly-lit truck, your heart races with adrenaline. Your eyes narrow as they scan the interior, revealing a menacing sight - a rifle, meticulously arranged alongside a stockpile of ammunition. Your instincts compel you to relay this discovery to your team.
"This is Charm, I've stumbled upon the truck," you murmur urgently into your crackling radio, aware of the gravity of your find.
Gaz's voice crackles back to life through the radio, reassuring and resolute, "I'm approximately 20 meters from your position; I'll rendezvous with you to assess the situation."
Aware of the delicate circumstances, you scrutinize your surroundings, your keen eyes seeking any hidden threats. Retrieving a flashlight from your gear, you aim its beam into the truck's interior, hoping to unveil more details. However, the glass only reflects your own light, casting an eerie glow within.
With a frustrated exhale, you tap the flashlight, adjusting its settings while discreetly repositioning it to free your hands. As you do so, a feeling of unease creeps up your spine, a sensation that something isn't right.
Suddenly, a vice-like grip seizes your waist, yanking you backward with startling force. Panic surges through your veins as you instinctively lash out, attempting to land a swift kick on your unseen assailant. Desperation takes hold as you fumble for the concealed knife nestled within your side pocket, but your efforts prove futile.
In a surreal blur of moments, your world descends into chaos. A mysterious cloth descends over your mouth, stifling any outcry, and before you can react further, an agonizing impact reverberates through your skull as the butt of a gun strikes you. Darkness engulfs your senses, and your consciousness slips away, leaving you at the mercy of the enigmatic assailant
You slowly regain consciousness in a frigid, dimly-lit chamber, your senses groggily returning to you. The chill in the air pricks at your skin, and as your vision clears, you realize you're bound to a sturdy chair, your wrists and ankles securely fastened by unforgiving ropes. Panic surges anew as you take in your surroundings – a cold, unforgiving room with minimal furnishings. Before you, a cold, steel table stands ominously, accompanied by another chair. The implications of your predicament are starkly clear, and you can feel your heart race, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
You make a conscious effort to quell the rising tide of fear that threatens to overwhelm you. Swallowing hard, you suppress the lump in your throat, mindful of the raw soreness that threatens to creep into your voice should you give in to the urge to cry. With grim determination, you test the limits of your bindings, each strained movement accompanied by a dull ache.
In the oppressive silence, broken only by the soft rustling of your struggles, you suddenly hear a voice, as if from the shadows, puncturing the eerie stillness of the room. "No point in struggling, okay?" The words hang in the air, chilling you to your core.
Your eyes dart toward the source of the voice, and there, emerging from the dimness, is a formidable figure. Towering before you, he looms like a formidable sentinel, a formidable presence ranging anywhere from 6 to 6.5 feet tall. A sack covers his head, concealing his features, save for two malevolent eyes that peer through holes in the fabric. Those eyes, unrelenting and lethal, lock onto yours, and you can't tear your gaze away.
As this enigmatic figure advances toward you, a shiver races down your spine. Instinctively, you shift away from his touch, a futile attempt to put distance between yourself and this unnerving presence. With a grace that belies his imposing stature, he bends down and gently wipes away a tear that has silently escaped your eye, a tear you hadn't even realized you were shedding in your fear-stricken state. The gesture is both unsettling and strangely intimate, leaving you with a growing sense of dread about the uncertain path that lies ahead.
His touch lingers for a moment, and in that brief contact, you feel a peculiar blend of tension and an eerie empathy that defies easy explanation. The man concealed behind the sack retains an air of mystery, with motives and intentions hidden in the shadows, much like his face.
Following an extended silence, he straightens up and retreats, allowing the room's oppressive ambiance to resettle once more. He maintains unwavering eye contact, and it's as if his penetrating gaze delves deep into the depths of your soul. You come to realize that this prolonged silence serves as a foreboding prelude to something more sinister - the initiation of an interrogation that threatens to unearth secrets you would rather leave buried.
Finally, he speaks again, his voice steady and low, tinged with a thick German accent that adds an additional layer of intensity to his words, as though weighted by numerous past experiences. "You must be vonderng vhy you are here," he muses, his tone carrying an eerie calmness that starkly contrasts with your frantic thoughts. "You're not ze first, and you vill not be ze last. But for now, it's your turn to answer some questions."
His words hang heavily in the air, serving as a foreboding prologue to the ordeal that awaits you. The room appears to constrict around you, and the brutal reality of your predicament grows more vivid. Helplessly bound to the chair, your vulnerability is palpable, and your mind races to grasp the magnitude of the situation
You find yourself in a state of confusion, your thoughts scattered and your training seemingly erased in this unfamiliar situation. Uncertainty gnaws at you, and you nervously bite your lower lip, grappling with how to proceed.
"Why are you in Austria? You're part of the British SAS, correct?" he inquires, dangling your last name badge in front of you before placing it on the table.
Your gaze shifts downward, scanning your attire to locate your missing badge. You realize you're clad only in your military-issued pants, bereft of your usual arsenal of weapons, and left with just a white tank top underneath your shirt.
A sense of unease washes over you as you deduce that he must have undressed your upper garments to access the badge. That's where he removed it.
Your eyes widen in realization, and you understand the significance of this situation. You meet his gaze, comprehending the gravity of the moment, as he moves to his chair, creating a harsh scraping sound on the linoleum floor and sitting down, his posture imposing.
"Alles klar?" he asks flatly.
You lift your eyes to meet his, peering through his austere, dark mask. In this silent exchange, you begin to take note of the minute details. His blue eyes harbor subtle freckles, a detail you suspect not many would notice. A faint scar beneath his left eye, concealed by the mask, catches your attention. Your gaze drifts to his body, where dried blood stains his right arm. You wonder whether it's his own blood or that of someone else.
As a quiet contemplation envelopes the room, your alertness heightens when he forcefully slams his hands onto the steel table.
"Enough. Answer me," he demands, breaking the silence that had surrounded your initial encounter.
The sudden, deafening noise rattles your body, sending tremors through your already tense form. You shift your gaze back to his piercing eyes, ready to respond but finding your voice momentarily evading you.
He maintains an unyielding gaze, his stare penetrating your very being.
"I am... I'm... I am a Sergeant in Task Force 141, under the command of Captain John Price," you finally manage to stammer out, opting for the truth as the safest course of action in this unsettling situation.
Shifting uncomfortably in the chair, you wince as a jolt of pain shoots through your injured left foot. Despite the discomfort, you refuse to break eye contact with him.
"Braves mädchen," he remarks, studying your last name tag.
His gaze shifts upward, silently seeking your first name.
You hesitantly divulge it, your voice quivering.
"Pretty," he responds, his choice of words catching you off guard, and you nervously bite your inner cheek in response to the unexpected compliment.
"Why were you looking into the truck?" he probes, his inquiry piercing through your eyes as if searching for the truth buried within your gaze.
As you hold his unrelenting gaze, you consider your response carefully, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Thoughts whirl in your mind, and you realize the importance of each word you choose.
"I was tasked with reconnoitering the area, assessing potential threats," you explain cautiously, your voice steadying as you continue. "We received intelligence that something of interest might be located here. My mission was to gather information."
His eyes remain locked onto yours, a shrewd and calculating scrutiny that leaves you feeling exposed. The room feels smaller, the air heavier, as his intense focus never wavers.
"Interesting," he murmurs, his tone inscrutable.
You can't help but feel a sense of unease, not knowing how he perceives your explanation. The man known as Konig seems to possess a keen ability to unravel the truth, and you're acutely aware of the high-stakes nature of this encounter.
The silence lingers, amplifying the tension in the room. You contemplate your next move, uncertain about the path this interrogation will take and the secrets it may unearth.
The stifling silence hangs in the room, the tension between you and Konig growing palpable. His unwavering gaze never falters, and the seconds stretch into minutes as you await his response.
Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice carrying a chilling undertone as he speaks. "I know you're lying, kleine maus."
His words cut through the air like a knife, and you can feel your heart quicken in response. The casual use of "kleine maus," meaning "little mouse" in German, sends a shiver down your spine. It's clear that he sees through your carefully crafted explanation, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.
You swallow hard, your throat dry, as you grapple with the realization that your cover story has crumbled. In this high-stakes game of cat and mouse, you find yourself at a crossroads, unsure of how to navigate the treacherous path ahead.
"I'm not lying," you stammer, your voice trembling with both defiance and fear of the impending consequences.
He remains seated in silence, his penetrating gaze seemingly never-ending as it traverses your form. His intense scrutiny feels predatory, leaving you uncomfortable and exposed. Then, almost hungrily, his eyes rove over you before he abruptly stands up and exits the room.
Under normal circumstances, you might have felt a wave of relief wash over you in his absence. However, the knowledge that he's uncovered your deception keeps your body locked in a state of heightened tension. The truth is, you had been investigating the truck because it matched the description of a vehicle that had fled a horrific scene, and your role as an expert tracker had you on the lookout, sent by your commanding officer, Captain John Price.
Your thoughts drift back to your task force, the memories of your comrades flooding your mind. You contemplate the dire implications of your lie, wondering if it might cost you your life or bring unforeseen consequences upon your team. As you grapple with these thoughts, tears well up in your eyes, threatening to escape and trace a path down your cheek.
Suddenly, the door swings open once more, emitting a screech from its hinges in desperate need of oiling. Your heart leaps in your chest as you brace yourself for what might come next, uncertain of the twists and turns this interrogation will take.
You take notice of him, his attire now a black T-shirt and pants that mirror your own. Your eyes trace his figure, revealing the contours of his physique beneath the snug-fitting shirt and the sinewy muscles in his exposed arms.
As he approaches, a knife gleaming menacingly in his hand, your heart races, and your mind races with anxiety, envisioning the dire possibilities of what he might do with that blade. Your lie looms large in your thoughts, raising the specter of a potentially deadly outcome.
Yet, contrary to your grim expectations, he doesn't move to harm you. Instead, he methodically slides the knife through the ropes that bind you. Once the bindings fall away, he repositions himself in front of you, and you allow your arms to drop into your lap. Your gaze remains fixed on him as he crouches, slicing through the rope that had constrained your ankles. You watch in silence, apprehension gripping you.
"Stand," he commands, his voice firm and unwavering.
You rise to your feet, your legs slightly trembling from having fallen asleep during your captivity. Uncertainty still shrouds your situation, but the tension has shifted, leaving you to wonder about his motives and the direction this unpredictable encounter will take.
He seizes your waist once more, his grip firm and commanding, reminiscent of how he initially apprehended you.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he swiftly guides you towards the table, your rear making contact with the table's edge, his legs framing yours. Looking up at him, you find yourself dwarfed by his imposing presence.
His gaze, once cold and unrelenting, now carries an entirely different, unsettling emotion: lust.
Your eyes widen with realization as you grasp the impending danger, the unsettling truth of what he intends to do becoming alarmingly clear.
"W-Wait," you plead, your voice trembling with desperation, but your words are abruptly silenced as a firm hand clamps over your mouth.
With a disquieting gesture, his other hand travels down towards the undeniable evidence of his arousal, his grip tightening as he lets out a low, suggestive groan. His eyes remain locked onto yours, unyielding and filled with dark intent.
Tears well up in your eyes, and a profound sense of dread washes over you as you begin to comprehend the horrifying reality of the situation. In a frantic attempt to free yourself, you squirm and attempt to move out of his grasp, but he thwarts your efforts by shifting his hand from his own arousal to your hips, effectively immobilizing you.
The room seems to constrict around you as you struggle, and the grim realization sets in that you are at the mercy of a perilous and predatory force, with limited options and a sinking feeling that your desperate situation is growing increasingly dire.
"Be a good Maus, hmm?" he purrs, his fingers tracing delicate circles on your hip.
Your gaze remains locked on him, a mixture of fear and apprehension in your eyes, while his suggestive stare never wavers.
Before you can even react, he deftly maneuvers you, flipping you onto the table and positioning you on top of it. The sudden movement causes your body to collide forcefully with the unyielding steel surface, eliciting a painful groan from your lips.
The room grows tense with each passing moment, and you can hear the distinct sound of him removing his pants. Dread coils in your stomach as you feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against your clothed sex, and a sense of helplessness washes over you. The predicament you find yourself in is a harrowing continuation of the perilous encounter that began with the interrogation, and you're left to grapple with the unknown horrors that lie ahead.
Your muffled scream dissipates into the stifling grip of his hand, suppressing your voice and any attempts at resistance.
"Shh, kleines Ding," he murmurs, his presence pressing upon you even more.
"Du willst das, ich weiß es," he whispers into your ear, his words carrying an unsettling certainty. "You want it, don't fight."
In a swift motion, he removes your military pants, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. He presses his arousal against your perineum before swiftly slipping it between your ass.
Your body rebels against the unwanted sensation, yearning for escape, a longing to return to the safety of your comrades back at the base, where they could offer the comfort you so desperately crave. Yet, a stark realization dawns upon you—this nightmarish ordeal appears inevitable, and you can only blame yourself for the tangled web of deception that led you here, entangled in the grasp of a man who holds far more power and knowledge than you could ever have anticipated.
He groans out incomprehensible German words before adding, "You are already so fucking wet, Maus," his movements sliding him deeper between your ass. His hand journeys downward, finding your clothed bundle of nerves and lightly teasing it.
A soft moan escapes your lips, an involuntary reaction to the unexpected sensation, but your resolve remains firm as you squirm and struggle in a futile attempt to break free from his relentless grip. In response to your struggles, he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a sinister whisper, "One more movement, and I'll stifle it with a knife."
The chilling thought of being silenced by a knife sends shivers down your spine, and you decide against attempting to fight back, hoping against hope that an opportunity for escape may present itself.
"Good," he murmurs into your ear, finally releasing his hand from your mouth as he recognizes your compliance. He shifts his free hand to your waist, both hands resting firmly on you. In a swift motion, he pulls your panties down with both hands, exposing you to the cold, unforgiving air. The sudden chill sends an involuntary shiver through your body, causing you to squirm, unintentionally brushing yourself against his arousal.
"Fuck..." he groans in response, his sex twitching in response to the sight and pressure. The room seems to close in around you, the tension between you and this menacing figure intensifying with each passing moment, as you grapple with the reality of your dire predicament and the harrowing uncertainty of what lies ahead.
"Fucking arch your back, slut," he commands, his German accent thickening but still intelligible.
You comply, obediently arching your back into him as he desires.
He begins thrusting into your wetness, even though he remains clothed. "You're soaking me, Schatz," he groans deeply, a mixture of satisfaction and desire in his voice.
A light moan escapes your lips, and you lower your head, your voice a feeble whimper as you muster, "Please don't..."
Your pleas seem to fall on deaf ears as he intensifies his movements, his hands returning to your waist. With a swift motion, he removes his boxers, rendering his sex hidden from your sight but unmistakably pressing against your exposed skin.
Your mind races with a turbulent mix of emotions. You don't want this, but you're trapped in a nightmarish conundrum, unsure of how to navigate this perilous situation. Will there be a chance to escape? Or will he resort to violence once this horrifying act is over? These haunting thoughts swirl through your mind as you grapple with the relentless assault on your senses.
Amidst the disorienting sounds of his lewd actions and his obscene comments, you feel a growing sense of desperation and fear. The room, though small, echoes with the disturbing noises, leaving you with a chilling awareness of the dire circumstances you find yourself in.
You tremble as you feel the tip of his throbbing arousal lightly tracing circles around your moistened entrance. "So fucking wet," he moans, his voice saturated with desire as he utters your name.
Your eyes flutter involuntarily at the sensation, the lewd sounds once again filling the room, this time emanating from your own quivering body.
Without any warning, he thrusts his sizable length forcefully into you. The abrupt intrusion causes you to gasp and instinctively try to sit up, desperate to escape the agonizing violation.
"I don't think so, Maus," he rasps, his grip unyielding as he pulls you closer to him, driving himself deeper into your trembling form. He buries his cock relentlessly within you, drawing a guttural, primal moan from deep within his throat.
His every movement sends a surge of pain and pleasure coursing through your body, and you scream out in a mixture of torment and ecstasy as your inner walls strain to accommodate his relentless intrusion.
The room seems to spin around you as you endure the excruciating and perverse ordeal, the slick mixture of blood and arousal seeping from your already abused opening serving as a stark reminder of the nightmarish depths to which you have fallen.
Your moans reverberate through the room as he relentlessly thrusts into you with an unrelenting rhythm.
"F-Fuck!" you cry out, desperation evident in your voice as he shows no sign of slowing down.
"Ja? Feel good, Schatz? You enjoy how I fill you, hmm?" he taunts, plunging into you without mercy.
"S...STOP, please," you plead, the pleasure and pain intertwined in your agonized moans.
"Fuck, say my name, say König fills you so good."
Your mind struggles to process his words amidst the overwhelming sensations. He seizes on your hesitation.
"Don't make me fetch the knife, slut," he threatens, driving his cock even deeper into you, igniting raw sensations that collide with the lingering pleasure.
"Please... AH, please fill me, König. You fill me so... good, AH~," you utter, your words slipping out in a haze of desire and torment as he quickens the pace of his relentless thrusts.
"Good girl," he growls appreciatively as his thrusts become increasingly erratic, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck, I'm already so close, you're so tight," he moans your name once more, his voice thick with pleasure and need.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of your bodies coming together heighten both of your arousal, and you can't help but moan, your pleasure gradually overpowering the lingering pain as your body adapts to the relentless torment.
"Where do you want my cum, slut? Do you want me to breed you? Hmm? You want my seed spilling out of you?" His thrusts become uneven as he twitches deep inside you, a hint of dominance and desire lacing his words.
Before you can even formulate a response, his grip on your waist tightens, likely leaving small crescent bruises in its wake, and he pulls you even closer into him. You feel his cock plunge fully into you, an overwhelming sensation that leaves you wondering if you could ever grow accustomed to it.
Then, in an intense release of passion, you feel his hot seed gush into you, filling every crevice of your inner walls as he twitches and pulses within you. He withdraws slowly, causing a distinctive popping sound as he exits your trembling body.
As you catch your breath, sprawled across the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge, you feel a mixture of his seed and your own blood oozing onto the floor. The room is awash with the aftermath of this torment, leaving you to contemplate the depths to which you've been subjected and the haunting uncertainty of what awaits you next.
"Fuck, you did so fucking good for me" he bends over you to kiss you, while pulling up his own boxers and pants. He leaves little love bites on your neck, "So fucking good.." he whispers.
He bends down and slowly eats your abused pussy. He laps up all the liquids the ooze from it, the blood, sweat and mixture of his cum together.
"Mmm..want you to cum, too, schatz" he moans onto your sensitive sex.
At first, you wince to his touch, but after a few moments you give into it. You buck your hips into his face, hoping he goes deeper.
His tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves before dragging to your hole and sucking the liquids from it. He presses his nose into your hole while sucking onto your clit.
Your pleasure is immeasurable, you moan out in pleasure as it reverberates around the room.
His hands playing with your ass as he eats your pulsating pussy. He chuckles into your clit, causing a vibration to send through your body.
"Fuck, König.. Please don't stop..ah.." you moan out on the table.
"Mmm.. cum for me, maus. Cum in my mouth" his moans cause a vibration on your clit and his playing with your ass deepens. He eats into you so swiftly and with no remorse.
You soon find a twist in your stomach, quickly cumming into his mouth.
He quickly laps up your cum as you moan out his name.
"König, König.. fuck.. it feels so good~" you scream and moan, shoving your pussy into his face as you cum into his mouth.
After a few moments, he sits back up, turning you around to stare into your breathless face.
He lifts his mask up slightly, exposing his out of breath mouth. He leans in to kiss you, filling your mouth with the metallic taste of blood, cum and sweat.
You melt at his touch, and as he breaks the kiss, he pulls up your pants and panties, sealing your cum and his together.
"Ha.. so fucking pretty, baby" he kisses you again.
Pulling back from the kiss, he stares into you,
"I knew you wanted it".
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Definitely going to be making a part two to this, so stay tuned and read safe loves! <3
* who loves leaving marks on your body to show everyone who owns you
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* who fights tooth and nail to get into the same missions with you, just to make sure you aren’t cheating on him
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* who eats you out until you’re about to cum, then pulls away
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* who loves to kiss you right after eating his cum out of your pussy
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* who loves watching you squirm under his touch
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* who doesn’t care if you tell him no, and only listens to the safe word
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* who pounds into you without warning when you’re sleeping (who can blame him, you look irresistible)
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* who loves to finger fuck you with his gloved hands until you leave a mess all over them
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* who loves praising and degrading you, “so fucking pathetic. such a pathetic whore for me, huh? mmm.. good little slut taking it all” as he pushes himself so far into you, you see stars
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* who loves tying you up and leaving a vibrator on your clit, coming back a few hours later to find you swollen and wet
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* who loves to answer the phone in the middle of sex, putting a finger up to his mouth for you to be quiet while he slams so far into your bundle of nerves
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* who, when jealous, will drag you into the closest restroom and leave his seed dripping out of you
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* who praises you after sex, “you did so good for me, so fucking good. do you need anything?”
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Alejandro
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* who begs for you to ride his face, literally the only time he will be caught begging
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* who is an ass guy, but wouldn’t mind keeping a Polaroid photo of your exposed tits in his breast pocket
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* who loves fucking you on your stomach
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* who, while you’re on your stomach, will play with your slit, whistling at the lewd noises it creates
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* who loves when you buck your hips onto him, “needy, huh? ha, can’t wait for me to fuck you, right?”
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* who loves to pull out of you and cum all over your back and ass, even when you’re on bc
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* who uses a slur of Spanish words when fucking into you, “mi putita, huh? coño.. good fucking girl..” as he thrusts into you
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* who wouldn’t mind sharing you with Rudy
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* who loves doing anal
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* who will shower with you, fucking you til you can’t walk, then leaving you on the soapy, tile floor as he leaves
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* who loves spitting on you, leaving you a mess of his cum, sweat and spit
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* who spits on you, “so fucking pathetic, eh?” wiping his spit all over your face
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Soap
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* who is totally different in the bedroom than he is outside of it to you
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* who is usually sweet and cuddly after sex and before sex, but during is literally so rough you sometimes bleed
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* who knows he’s big and uses it accordingly
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* who loves feeling you go limp onto him when he keeps fucking you past orgasm
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* who loves to pull your hair and slap your ass, leaving red hand marks and sometimes bruises
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* who kisses your bruises and cuts afterwards
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* who will start kissing you against a wall, then making his way down to your pleading pussy
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* who loves watching you beg him to let you cum
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* “beg for it, slut. beg for me to let you cum” as you whine while his cock slides in and out of you with no remorse
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* who loves public/risky sex. will just pull over and grab you to ride his cock on the side of the road
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* who loves the crescent marks you leave from your nails digging into his shoulders
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* who loves recording on his phone of you riding him
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* who loves to spread his seed all over your thighs and slit after he cums
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* “fuck.. I love watching you walk around like you’re not filled with my seed. so fucking hot”
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Gaz
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* who begs for you to sit on his face
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* who loves filling you up with his seed and whining at every thrust
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* “I’m so fucking close.. please.. fuck.. I’m gonna cum..”
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* who grips your hips so hard as he cums into you, shaking at each following thrust
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* who loves when you moan his rank, “fuck, call me that again.. please”
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* who loves watching you masturbate, “you look so pretty” as you, out of breath rub, your clit and he pushes your hair back
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* who will press into you whenever he finds himself hard thinking about you
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* “oops, sorry, tight squeeze”, pressing himself onto you when there is plenty of room
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* who whimpers, bucking his hips into his fist as he cums thinking of you, “so.. fucking pretty.. mm.. fuck”
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* who finds it literally so hot when you swallow his cum in front of him and smile up at him while you do
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* who steals your panties from your drawer, or pockets them when undressing you for sex
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* who cums into them, leaving them for you to find on the floor, sticky and hot
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Last, but not least..
Price
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* who loves the risk of fucking you, knowing he could get into serious trouble
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* who pulls you from the hallway to fuck you over his desk
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* who can never admit he’s the needy one for you, it’s always YOU’RE the one who wants him so badly
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* “fuck, you want me so badly, huh baby? so fucking wet for me.. such a needy little thing”
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* who loves to cover your mouth and fuck into you while on the phone making calls you definitely don’t have the authorization to hear
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* who masturbates to you at his desk, constantly keeping photos of you in a secret drawer. some sensual, but mostly just candid photos he’s taken of you without you noticing
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* who finds it so hot bending you over his desk and watching you squirm, trying to sit up
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* “don’t act like you don’t want it baby, it feels so good, remember?”
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* who gets tipsy and fucks you so sloppily
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* who can’t stand watching you flirt with other men, even if it’s not flirting. he will pull you into his office, restroom or whatever secluded place is nearby and will fuck you til you leak his seed
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* “go talk to them now, bet they’ll love watching your Captain’s seed drip from you”
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* who allows you to break dress code by keeping your hair down, he loves to pull you away and hold your hair as he face fucks you
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* breeding kink.
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* age kink ;)
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* who could never share you. you’re only his.
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* who loves fucking you, but loves it more if you’re a virgin
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* “fuck, you feel so tight. love filling my virgin little slut up”
✩ Price x AFAB-Reader | No use of y/n | SMUT, DUB-CON 18+ ✩
✧ w.c: 2.8k ✧
It's no secret you and Price had the hots for each other, though you both knew you couldn't act on it. This never stopped you two from sneaking off into each others barracks and having a fine time, or finding some time in the middle of a mission. But eventually everything came to a halt.
He summoned you to his office, and you assumed it was for your usual discreet encounter, the one where you'd be leaning over his desk. But to your surprise...
Upon entering, he greeted you with an uncharacteristic seriousness, saying, "Please, have a seat, Sergeant."
You settled into an aging armchair, and an unusual sense of restraint washed over the room. Silence enveloped you both as you locked eyes with his cold, piercing blue gaze that had always stirred something within you.
Breaking the eye contact, he exhaled, and you released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. He lit an unfiltered cigar with a lighter, taking a measured puff before disposing of the ashes in an ashtray you had gifted him a couple of years ago.
Your attention remained fixated on his actions, anticipation and tension mounting.
Finally, you mustered the courage to inquire, "What's on your mind, sir?" Although your voice betrayed a hint of nervousness, you tried to maintain composure.
He continued to manipulate his cigar, drawing another puff before reclining in his chair, sighing, "We can't continue like this."
It was a heavy blow. You were aware that the one unbreakable rule of your relationship was that you both cannot allow love to enter the equation, particularly given the significant age difference of almost 13 years.
You sat before him, shocked, eyes widening.
He continued to scrutinize you with a detached gaze, seemingly assessing every micro-expression.
In an effort to preserve your pride and not reveal how deeply his words affected you, you replied, "Very well. Is there anything else, sir?" you managed to convey this without sounding entirely shattered.
"That's all, yes" before he could do anymore damage to your mind, you had left, urgently going to your barrack and sobbing your heart out into your pillow.
The next day you meet up with everyone for your next mission, a simple hostage situation.
Quickly flying out there, Captain Price tells everyone their positions:
"Soap, you'll be with Ghost flanking the left side of the building and neutralizing any enemies"
he calls your name, "You will be the recon sniper, watching the building making sure all hostages are safe once they leave"
"Gaz and I will flank the right side, neutralizing enemies and releasing hostages, any questions?" he yells over the sound of helicopter.
Your hand shoots up, "Sir, I think that it'd be best if Ghost is the sniper, and I head with Soap. You know I am not the best sniper on this team and that I'd be much better with flanking-" he puts his hand up to stop you from talking.
"No, we will follow my order" he speaks loudly.
You furrow your eyebrows, knowing that he usually would at least consider your advice-but ever since last night, he's likely trying to forget all about you outside of his task force.
You keep your head down, but move your eyes over to Gaz who is seemingly watching you intently.
Your eyes meet, and his gaze falls over your body, a slight smirk crossing his face. You smile at him and trace his body with your eyes.
You look over to Price, who is staring daggers at you.
It's not like you weren't wearing what you normally would, but it seems like rumors gone around that you're not tied to a man right now..
"Go, go, go!" Price shouts as the group jump from the helo.
You make your way to a hill, quickly equipping a ghillie suit and a wrap for your sniper. You look through the scope and confirm your position, "In position".
"See anyone on the roof, Charm?" Gaz asks. Charm was a name you were called sometimes as ever since you joined the task force you've been quite a lucky charm for them.
"Yeah, one on the East and two more maybe 20 meters from your position West" you reply while looking through binoculars.
A static reply, and you soon switch from your binoculars to your sniper rifle. Staring through it, you consider the pin drop. Usually Price was with you to tell you the bullet drop, but now it was all up to you.
"Shit" you whisper at the predicament.
"I'll take out the one to my left, Charm, get the one on the right" Gaz finally clearing the silence of your radio.
You hold your breath, looking through the scope. "Maybe, two pins for the drop? Shit.. maybe 3? Fuck." you always second guess yourself.
"On your bullet," Gaz says your name, waiting for your shot.
You exhale, grasping for another, new, fresh breath. You pull it up 2 pins, and shoot..
Hit.
Gaz knifes the other one and you watch him through your rifle, "Fucking ay, Charm" you feel a smile cross your lips.
"Maybe I should be the new recon for this team, huh?" you slyly remark.
"I don't see why not".
The mission concluded in a resounding success, largely attributed to your exceptional sniper prowess.
"I can't believe you nailed that shot, Charm! You're an absolute virtuoso with that rifle," Gaz exclaimed, gesturing towards your weapon.
"Damn, that guy had his gun aimed right at you, and you called his bluff? How did you know he was out of bullets?" Soap inquired.
"I had been observing him closely before making my move. I had the advantage of surprise," you calmly replied.
Morale soared as a result, and the atmosphere was brimming with positivity.
However, the relationship between you and Price remained complex, as always.
"How about we all head out for drinks tonight, my treat?" you proposed to the group.
Without hesitation, they all agreed, and at around 11 pm, everyone convened at the bar. Well, everyone except for Price. Understandable.
Soap and Ghost talk to each other at the bar, Ghost still rocking his famous skull mask, clearly making those around him slightly uncomfortable. You observe the two, Soap possibly drinking a long island tea with a lemon on the tip of the cup, and Ghost likely drinking bourbon.
You get distracted just watching them, when you feel a tap on your shoulder, Gaz.
"Hey, you" he chuckles to you.
"Well, hello young man! I don't think I've seen you around here before" you say in an innocent voice and quite confused, cute face.
"I know everyone told you, but you kicked ass on the mission today" he smiles to you while changing the subject.
You bite back on your bottom lip. "I know, I know. I'm kind of the best" You dramatically respond.
He jokingly scoffs.
"Have you had anything to drink, yet?" you finally ask him.
He hums, "No, not yet".
"You seem like a.." you pause and dramatically look him up and down, "Strawberry mimosa kinda person".
He laughs, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?".
You look up at him, whispering into his ear "A cute drink for a cute boy".
You pull back to see his reaction. He's looking at you with a huge smirk on his face. His eyes go behind you, and you notice his smile fade.
You look at him confused, "I..I need to go to the bathroom" he says, while not breaking his look from off of you.
Before you can ask him what the hell he is talking about, he turns on a dime and goes straight towards the bathroom.
You turn to see who he was looking at, and your heart drops.
It's Price.
He makes his way over to you, "Already moving on, hm?" he hums.
You furrow your eyebrows, "So?" you scoff.
He looks down at you, hungrily. Without saying a word, he grabs your forearm and drags you outside.
"Hey-" you begin to shout, before he swiftly puts his hand over your mouth. He puts you in the passenger seat of his military truck, and shuts the door.
You catch your breath, and attempt to open the door, locked, shit.
You turn, he's already gotten into the truck and put the keys in. "What the hell do you think you're doing??" you shockingly say.
His eyes don't lift off the road, "I'm taking you to my office for a punishment".
You look at him in utter shock, "What the FUCK are you talking about? You just told me no more than 24 hours ago tha-"
"Shh..running such a mouth for your Captain, hm?" he hums back to you, inquisitively.
In the dimly lit confines of the military truck, the tension between you and Captain Price was palpable. His gaze remained focused on the road ahead as he navigated the dark streets, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the situation.
You couldn't believe what was happening. It was as if Price had thrown caution to the wind and decided to act on his desires, despite his own earlier words of restraint.
"Price, this is madness," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and confusion. "You can't just drag me away like this."
He glanced at you briefly, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know it's reckless, but I can't keep denying what I feel. It's tearing me apart."
As the truck came to a stop in front of a nondescript building, Price unlocked the doors and motioned for you to step out. You hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to resist and the overwhelming attraction you felt for the man before you.
With a heavy sigh, you exited the vehicle, and Price led you into the building, up a flight of stairs, and into his office. The room was sparsely decorated, with military memorabilia lining the walls and a large wooden desk dominating the center.
Price closed the door behind you, his expression a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "I need you to understand that I've never done anything like this before. But I can't fight this any longer."
Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt. It was a kiss filled with longing, passion, and the weight of unspoken emotions.
Your resistance melted away as you responded to his kiss with equal fervor. The desk became your refuge as Price pressed you against it, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
Price's lips left yours, trailing down your neck and sending waves of pleasure through you. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
You could only moan in response as he continued to tease and please you, each touch and kiss driving you to the brink of ecstasy. It was a forbidden passion, a love that defied all rules and regulations, and in that moment, you didn't care about the consequences.
"Fuck.. P-Price.." you stutter as he draws his lips towards the hem of your dress.
His lips pressing on your inner thighs and he brings his large hands draw your dress up, revealing your laced white panties.
"Hmm.. looking for trouble, princess?" he asks you, looking up to you. His lips leaving marks on your now exposed thighs. He draws his lips to the wet spot growing in your panties.
"Please..", you're not even sure what you're begging for, him, maybe?
"Please, what, princess?" he asks, humming onto your clothed bundle of nerves.
So many thoughts are running through your mind, yet your head stills feels so empty.
You continue looking down at him with your eyes slightly closed in pleasure.
He swiftly pulls your panties off of you, exposing your depilated sex.
"Hey, what are you doin-" before you can finish your sentence, he pulls you to the corner of his desk, covering your mouth.
"You're so much cuter when you're not talking back" he chimes, while slipping his fingers into your folds.
The lewd noises begin to fill the room, your moans reverberate onto his hand. Your back arches off the able slightly the more he continues. His fingers tease your bundle of nerves, and without a warning, moves from your nerves to your hole, quickly filling you with two large fingers.
You can't help but wiggle and squirm on his desk as he hums in compliance to it.
"So good..so fucking good for me.." he whispers, as if confirming it to himself.
You continue to moan into his veiny hand, as he presses further into you with his other hand.
"Fuck, I can't hold out much longer.."
Your eyes become teary and vision going cloudy.
He pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine into his hand. But you soon hear Price's belt clicking and look up just in time to see him throw his belt off the loop. He quickly pulls his pants down, and you catch yourself staring into his clothed erection.
"Needy aren't you?" he huffs, ironically.
You give him pleading eyes, and as if he has read your mind, he pulls off his boxers, and plays the tip onto your bundle of nerves.
He removes his hand from your mouth, allowing you to catch some air. "Fuck!" you moan out as his tip glides across your clit.
"So fuckin' hot, baby" he cries out.
You only moan in response as he now plays with your sopping hole. Without warning, he shoves it completely into you, causing your back to arch off of his desk yet again and screaming his name, "Fuck, Captain.. John..Please-Ah!" is all you can manage.
He slams further and further into you with no warning, and moves your legs onto his shoulders to get deeper into you.
"How's it feel, baby? Hmm? You like taking it, huh?" he asks to you.
He continues to press into you, his tip kissing your cervix, causing you to yell out in both pain and pleasure. "Mmfphh.." you try and suppress your moans with your hands, which he quickly stops by dragging your hands above your head.
His mouth gaping open, and groans, moans and grunts falling from him.
He pushes himself so far into you, quickening his already speedy pace causing you to squeeze around his length. You feel your legs begin to shake and writhe on his shoulders. Your hips swaying onto him, hoping for him to fill you even deeper.
"Shit, I'm so fucking close" he screams out your name.
You begin to see a splash of white as your orgasm fills you out. You tighten around Price's cock, and feel his hot seed spill into you.
He stays still for a moment, making sure you're completely filled to the brim before pulling out. Once he does pull out, its slow and calculated, making sure his seed has completely coated your walls.
A pop is heard when he finally pulls his member from your now abused hole.
He stares at his masterpiece for a minute, then looks back up to you.
"So good for me. Let's get you home". He helps you stand and places your panties back up, hearing the squelch of his seed. He pulls your dress down.
You can barely even stand he fucked you so hard.
"Are we still over?" you look at him, exhausted.
"Hmm..definitely not" he hums to you, giving you a kiss while holding you up and out to his car.
The rest of the night is a blur, but from what you can remember Price ran you a bath, set a cup of tea on your nightstand and helped you into bed, cuddling you into the night. In the morning he was gone, but an envelope was on your nightstand.
"See me tomorrow, princess. This is for Plan B" a £100 note falls out of the letter placed in the envelope.
* “fuck.. you feel so good.. please don’t stop..” he whines as you circle your tongue around his sensitive tip.
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* loves the way you look at his hands sensually.
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* definitely a switch. maybe like 60% bottom 40% top
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* will just pull you when you’re cuddling in bed, slipping your panties to the side and humping his cock through your slit up towards your bundle of nerves
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* “ah.. fuck.. I’ve need you so badly..” he whimpers tirelessly while abusing your cunt.
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* even after a long day at work, he still finds time to give you what you need before him
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* “does my slut want my cock, hmm?” he hums to you.
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* fucking LOVES when you say his name during sex
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* “fuck.. say it again.. please”
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* also loves being praised
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* “you’re such a good boy” and he will literally melt at anything you do to him
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* in contrast to you praising him, he loves to degrade you. of course, the aftercare afterwards is all praise!
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* “fucking slut, you love taking all of me, huh?” then afterwards running a bath with epsom salt, “you were so good for me baby. so pretty,” as he touches the side of your exhausted face
summary: You had just joined TF141, the youngest member at 21 years old. Right off the bat, Ghost didn’t like you and made it clear. When you had orders and were sent off to follow, he followed to “make sure you did it right”. This pissed you off enough to share your frustration at him for how he treats you.. He shut you up real quick, though. ;)
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“Go check our ammunition supply for our M4s” Price says to you, without looking up from his clipboard.
Today was just one of those supply days. Shit time, but has to be done.
“Yes, Captain” you reply. You turn on your heel and begin to leave, when you hear the deep, British voice behind you say
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t mess it up”.
“Fine with me, be back for more orders once you’re done” Price responds, flipping through the rest of the pages on the clipboard he holds.
You bite your teeth and grip your hand into a fist. You walk out the door and hear his shockingly silent footsteps follow behind. Not a word is said between the two of you, and you quickly make your way into the ammunition room.
The man leans against the door frame and watches you count the ammunition. You grab a notebook on the table and pen from your breast pocket, you write down the type and amount.
You feel his gaze on your body.. you turn to see him staring, silently.
“What?” you finally speak.
He sighs, straightening his posture off the door frame. He makes his way over to you, towering over you. He puts his hand out.
You hand him the notebook and pen.
He looks at it, “Just like I fucking thought. You can do shit right” he speaks to you like a dog, not even making eye contact with you.
You begin to open your mouth to speak, but get distracted to him shoving your shoulder with his to get to a desk and erase your work.
“What did I do?” you ask. Not just asking in the moment, but an overall ‘what the fuck did I do?’.
He breathes heavily out of his nose, not answering your question.
“You always fuck everything up. The only reason you're in TF141 is because you sucked every man’s cock you could to get here” he turns to say this to your face.
“EXCUSE ME?” you shout. You move closer to him, “I worked my ASS off to get here. You don’t know my story, so don’t act like you do” you scream at him.
He scoffs.
“Right, you’re 21 and already in Special Forces, nonetheless TASK FORCE ONE FOUR ONE!” he screams back in a deep, menacing voice.
It’s true that anyone would have the right to be suspicious, but if they heard your story, they’d know. You worked hard for any internship at 16. You graduated HS a year early, and joined the military at 17 - then worked everyday to make your way through the military ranks. You took every opportunity you could to prove yourself as consistent and reliable. You landed an interview with Captain John Price, showed off your skills and experience, and managed to get a position in his task force.
“Fuck you” you spoke in a deep voice, yet slightly crackly at the end of your speech.
“On your fucking knees” he turns to tower above you, staring at you through the mask.
‘What?’ Is all you could think before you were shoved down onto your knees by force.
You now sat with your knees touching the disgusting ground of dirt and dust. Your ass is touching the ground as well, and feet are bent behind you.
You hear clinking of something, not before realizing it’s Ghost’s belt buckle.
“I’ve wanted to shut you up with this for awhile now”, he speaks in a low, gravely tone.
Before you know it, you feel his hand on your jaw, “Open”, he commands. You open your mouth, but he still pushes it further, shoving his fingers into your jaw, later leaving bruises.
With his other hand, he finishes pulling off his belt, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes don’t leave his, and he lets his pants fall to the ground. He’s now in just boxers, and you finally break eye contact to see his clothed erection.
It’s big.
He finally takes off his boxers, revealing his length. It springs and hits his t-shirt.
You feel your mouth water at the sight.
"Fucking pathetic whore. Already drooling over it?" he says your name and scoffs.
You don't reply, you physically can't. His grip on your jaw loosens as he moves to your chin. He lifts his mask with one hand, and pushes your chin up, spitting on your face. It drips between your eyes, down to your nose, and some ends in your mouth.
You see his length twitch at this sight, and he begins to leak precum. He takes his free hand and strokes his member before slapping the tip against your tongue.
"Good girl" he speaks.
He shoves his erection into your mouth, full force. You gag at the size, and he pulls back - only to shove it further down. He places both of his hands on your head, one on the top, the other gripping onto your hair.
He begins face fucking you.
His groans are so loud, you're surprised no one has come to check up on the noise. The mixture of his groans, your gags, the sound of saliva dribbling from your mouth onto the floor, all of it makes you both even hornier.
You slide a hand onto Simon's bare thigh, and scratch at it. Your fingers twitch from the lack of oxygen to your brain.
You're being fucked dumb.
While holding teary-eyed eye contact with your Lieutenant, you slip a hand into your military-camo pants. You slide your panties to the side and begin touching your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You moan around Simon's cock.
"Fuck..such a good girl. Maybe you're actually useful for something."
Simon pulls out from your mouth with a pop.
"Where do you want my cum, huh? You want it all over your face, slut?" he asks, clearly grinning under his mask.
He jerks himself off, before slapping against your cheek.
"M-my face.. please" you beg, still chasing your orgasmic high. He looks down at you, still stroking his cock.
"Fuck..cum with me" he moans out your name. You feel your orgasm building to the edge.
You both cum together, you feel your slick covering your fingers as you rub your nerves through your orgasm. He cums all over your face, mixing with his spit and dribbling into your mouth.
You sit there for 20 seconds in silence other than you catching your breath, before Ghost dresses himself back together, clinking his belt back on.
He pats your head, grabs the notepad and begins to leave.
He turns, "You did it right, by the way. Just wanted a reason to play with you". You see him smile under his mask, before walking off. Leaving you on the floor, face-fucked dumb.
AUTHORS NOTE:
There WILL be a chapter 2 to this! I plan on continuing this and will add it here when it is done:
*im so upset I literally spent maybe 3 hours writing this, my phone crashed, and it didn’t save any of it so I had to rewrite it all over again!!!!
Captain John Price
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* will grab you if you pass by his office, cover your mouth and fuck you til you see stars. he’ll then just push you out of his office like nothing happened while you leak his seed all down your thighs
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* a fan of orgasm denial (for you)
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* LOVES to eat you out, loves to pleasure his little whore ♡
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* size kink 100%, loves seeing you try and take him all, but struggle due to his length
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* would say “you look so pathetic trying to take all of me, you greedy little slut”
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* will pound into you with no warning at all lmfao. he will play with your hole for a minute, then just slam completely into you
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* age kink
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* “I’m too old for you, sweetie” knowing damn well he’s masturbated multiple times to you.
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* HUGE breeding kink. loves to say during sex “yeah? you want me to fill you up, huh? have everyone see you with my baby, right?” while he slams into you with no remorse.
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* did I mention the degradation kink??
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* also has a praise kink. “you look so fucking good taking me.. you’re such a good little fuck toy for me, huh?”
Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
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* loves when you surprise him with sucking him off
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* acts like he hates it when you sneak under the desk during online live meetings and start kissing his tip
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* “baby, please not now..” he whimpers.
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* when you continue, he’d try his best to not give it away, covering his mouth and closing his eyes.
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* pushes you down his length when he’s about to cum, and finishes down your throat
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* loves when you face him while riding it, he gets to watch your face as you take in his length
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* not a fan of public/risky sex, much prefers having sex at home
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* loves when you praise him, or call him “Sergeant” in bed
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* “thank you, Sergeant” after he cums all over your face
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* can only cum once every like hour, so unless you want to overstimulate him, you’ll have to wait awhile
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* LOVES when you ride his face. literally wants to suffocate on your thighs.
Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish
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* “good slut, you’re such a good toy for me.. you were made for to take my cock, huh?”
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* huge degradation kink
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* “fucking hell.. you’re so tight.. you take me so well, whore”
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* loves leaving you shaking after sex, literally won’t stop until you’re completely overstimulated and cum drunk
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* his favorite thing is leaving his mark all over you, love bites (hickeys?) and his bruises on your shoulder, hips and thighs
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* not really nsfw but quite literally begged you to be his gf haha. enjoyed casual hookups, then one day was just like “be my girlfriendddd~”
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* also not nsfw but constantly has a photo of you in his helmet or breast pocket
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* loves to come up behind you while you’re doing something, and just start pounding into you out of no where, not even giving you time to register what’s happening until you’re full of his seed
Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley
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* in love with your eyes, loves watching them twitch as he cums his seed into your hole
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* HUGE fan of quickies, not many opportunities to have sex since he’s constantly busy, so why not combine the issue with the solution??
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* likes to not let you cum for a couple days, then have you have a huge orgasm
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* wouldn’t mind running a train on you with the others on TF141
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* constantly makes you say his name during sex
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* “hmmm.. what’s my name, hun?” he hums.
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* doesn’t eat you out often, but when he does it literally is life changing
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* grits his teeth when he sees you talk to other men
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* will take you into the bathroom to show you who owns you when he gets too possessive
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* “who owns you? say it fucking louder.. I want everyone to hear it”
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authors note:
if you want any of this turned into a fic please let me know
I’m from Germany and only just learned English, so please don’t be upset at any grammatical errors!
Summary: You are the perfect person for the job: seduce ‘Mark Ruffolo’ better known as ‘Mr. M’. You need to distract him long enough for team 141 to infiltrate the building, take down any guards in the way - and capture Mr. M alive. Thing is, his guards check on him periodically (every 15 or so minutes), and the only way he won’t is if someone is in need of his full attention and he doesn’t want to be bothered. Price had the room rigged with cameras so they can be sure the plan is in action; but a few members get insanely jealous watching another man touch you..
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“This is going to be so fucking ridiculous” you say, your face growing ever redder.
You look up to meet Laswell’s gaze, she looks deeply saddened by this predicament.
“You don’t have to sleep with him, just..” she pauses, unsure of what to say next. “Keep him.. occupied” she finished sternly.
The tension in the room is thick. No one is comfortable sending you into this situation, especially seeing fear in your eyes.
“We are going to send a.. what? 22 year old, new member into some perverts playhouse? What a damn welcome..” Gaz says to Laswell, he furrows his eyebrows.
He’s right. You only joined 141 two months ago after being recommended due to your skills as an agile sniper.
“Look: it wasn’t my decision. Unless any of you boys want to get all dolled up for the pervert?” she says, clearly frustrated as she’s had to say multiple times now that it wasn’t her call, and to not get mad at her over it.
Silence fills the room. Everyone looks uncomfortable, and most of them take pity glances at you. You bite your bottom lip and keep your gaze down.
You know what you have to do.
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The ride there was silent. Plan is, Soap will wear a guard’s outfit and bring you to the front gate as an “escaped whore”, where you’ll be taken up to the man..hopefully.
This plan definitely left a lot of room for improvement, but there was little time, and the mood seemed solemn.
“I..” you begin to speak, not even knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. Before you can get another word out, you find yourself there.
You were wearing a short white ruffled dress, no shoes. This apparently was what Mr. M’s ‘whores’ would wear.
No one said a word as you stepped out, all keeping their heads down. Soap grabbed your wrist tightly to make it seem he was dragging you back like a dog.
“Does this hurt?” he says, looking down at you.
“I don’t mind it” you say in response. “Let’s just get this over with”
You both make your way to the front gate, where two guards point guns at you, and lower once they realize a ‘guard’ is with you.
“Found this whore trying to escape. Thought I’d bring her back for a punishment” he clearly hated every word of the sentence, and his grip on you tightened right before he has to let you go.
You don’t turn back to say goodbye, instead, you obediently get pushed around by one of the guards up to Mr. M.
You track mud throughout the building. You’re totally alone. You have no one to rely on if shit hits the fan other than your own skills. You reassure yourself they wouldn’t have sent you in if they knew the danger was way too risky.. right? You think back to 141’s solemn faces: they looked defeated before we even began.
Lost in thought, but still being dragged by the guard, you get snapped out of your headspace by a knock on the large door in front of you.
“Come in”, you hear a husky voice respond to the knock.
You step into the room.. well.. you’re thrown into it basically, but catch yourself. The guard turns on his heel and leaves. You were dumped like trash.
“What do we have here?”
You turn, and make eye contact with a tall man. You never thought Mr. M would be so young, attractive and..tall. Even though the ceiling was likely 30 feet high, it still feels like he could touch it. He was likely 6’7”, had bright blond hair and cold blue eyes. They reminded you of Soap’s eyes, how you could get lost in them for hours. Mr. M’s hair was so similar to Ghost’s, it almost made you laugh. But instead, you were quickly knocked right back into reality when you remembered your situation.
You knew that 141 was watching from the cameras, which to you were quite easily spotted due to your intensive training and excellent eyesight as a sniper.
“S-sir” you say sheepishly, making eye contact with the man.
He examines you. All of you.
You stand there, not moving a muscle.
Before you can open your mouth for another word, he picks you up like it’s nothing, or.. more like you’re nothing. He treats you like an object at disposal.
He takes you over to his desk and has you straddling him. You don’t know what to do with your hands, until he moves them to your breasts.
“Hmm..such a good girl” he hums. Praise from any man is enough to undue you, but this man is super fucking hot too.
You let out the slightest whimper to his praise, which he caught immediately. You continue staring at the marble floor to your right, and your face grows ever so redder.
“What is your name?” he asks.
You make eye contact with him. His cold gaze is piercing you.
Paranoia fills you. ‘Shit. SHIT. He knows. He knows..’ is all you keep thinking, not even able to understand his question.
“Do you not know English? Wie heißen Sie? (What is your name?)” he gives you a confused look and pouts his lips.
You know German, but never discussed this with 141. You respond to his question either way.
“My name is y/n” you say sheepishly.
He hums in your response.
“Such a pretty name for a pretty little girl like yourself” he chuckles.
You accidentally loosen yourself and drop a little into his groin. He lets out a slight groan at this and takes your hands, placing them on his shoulders for you. He moves his hands down to your waist and pushes you further onto his clothed erection. He groans even louder this time.
“Fuck..” he puts out.
IN THE 141 VAN
“That mother fucker.. I’m going to kill him” Soap says, staring at the glowing monitor of all the different angles Mr. M is touching you.
His hands move off of your hips and slides down to touch your ass.
Jaws lock in the car, gritting of teeth. The only rational one right now is Price.
“When can we get this fucker?” Ghost speaks out, though it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement.
“As soon as he turns off his radio, he will have no communication to anything outside of the room” Price responds, he doesn’t even look at the monitor, only listens.
You were told to ask his name, since not a lot of people know it, especially not girls he kidnapped off the street or bought from sex trafficking. It’d be suspicious not to ask him.
“What’s.. what’s your name?” you ask looking at him.
He hums.
“You can call me Mark for our session, if that’s okay with you, princess?” you haven’t felt this kind of touch in months, even if it is from some pervert.. it feels.. nice?
He plays with your ass before bringing his hands up to your hip, leaning in and leeching on your neck.
“Let me mark what’s mine..” he says, continuing to bite on your neck.
You can’t help but let out a little moan. Your hands grip onto his shoulders and you press yourself further onto him.
“Ah..such a needy little girl, are we? Hmm?” he chimes.
It feels too good to disagree.
Your response is pushing harder onto his twitching erection and rubbing your clit with his clothed tip. You let out a slight moan at the contact.
“I bet you’d feel so fucking good taking all of me..” he can’t help but say.
You are enjoying this, but know the real goal here is the radio. If you’re caught turning it off, then you know the mission is over, and possibly your life too.
Just then, a knock at his door.
He stops kissing onto your neck, and cranes his head towards the door, grabbing his radio.
“What the fuck is it? I’m busy” his radio hisses.
The static noise on the radio is starting to piss him off.
“Don’t fucking knock on my door or bother me for the next hour” he turns the radio to ‘of’.
You get so excited, but try not to show it.
He looks back at you, noticing something is off.
“What’s wrong, hun?”
You look at him.
“I’m just.. nervous.. it’s my first time” you think of on the spot.
His eyes light up. He looks down at your body even more satiable than before. He lifts your dress up, revealing your white panties with a beautiful lace around the hem.
You shift your weight.
Before you know it, he’s lifting you off his chair to take off your panties. He shoves them into his dress pants before admiring you. Your slick drooling all over his clothed erection..
“Fuck.. you’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”
You watch him move his hands from your thigh, to his left one grabbing your ass and the right one immediately rubbing circles on your clit.
You fall down onto him, you forgot how good it felt to be touched like this.
He groans and you can see his dick twitching through his pants. “You are so fucking wet..” his fingers trace your nerdy hole, spreading it with to fingers.
You moan, and muffle it by leaning into his shoulders and arching your back onto his fingers. You know damn well what you’re doing.
You can’t imagine what your teammates are thinking at the moment.. I mean.. they knew this is what you were getting into, right? Who told them they had to watch?
Before you can even think, he throws you onto the desk in front of him.
You’re shocked, but remember not to let your reflexes hinder this. You still are wearing the dress, which isn’t allowed. He rips it off of you and starts swirling his tongue onto your left nipple.
He presses his erection against your leaking pussy and palms himself. He moves over to the right nipple and you tug on his hair.
Now the thought of your team watching you get ravaged like this was sort of a turn on. You never thought you’d find yourself enjoying something like this so much. You look to your right and make eye contact with one of the cameras. Hoping that they were still watching, you let a smile out as you moaned from his touch.
His stops contact, clearly very out of breath and flustered himself. He looks down at your dripping pussy, now red nipples after his abuse, and the hickeys formed on your neck.
He pulls off his belt, then pulls his pants off. He slides off his briefs and springs out a huge cock. Maybe 2 inches thick and 7 inches tall. His tip pulsates and is leaking pre cum all over.
He uses one hand and grabs your waist.
God.. you were hoping those boys were taking their sweet time. You didn’t want this day to ever end.
With his other hand, he slides his tip along your slit, making sticky noises..
You can’t help but buck your hips up to him, and he obliges in your request. He slowly sinks his tip inside of you. You scream in pain and pleasure from his shear size, and you’re not even 2 inches deep. He is stretching you out so well..
“You like when I stretch you out like this? Your little pussy feels so..” he groans as he pushes himself deeper “…good. So good.. such a good girl, all to me..” he keeps praising. You can’t even think straight as he pushes himself deeper into you.
Without any warning, he slams himself fully into you.
You can feel yourself stretched out and plead “a-ah! Please..ah..fuck..”
He doesn’t respond to your pleas, instead ramming himself deeper into you with every second going by making you reach your end..
You begin whining “please..PlEasE.. I’m going to cum..please” but your begs fall on silent ears.
He continues and before you know it, you reach your climax. Your walls tightly squeezing across him, and you feel him empty his hot liquid into you.
As he pulls out, an audible *POP* is heard. His eyes widen, you both try and catch your breath. You watch the cum seep out of you, when you begin seeing blood.
“I must’ve stretched you a little too good, hmm agent?” It took you a minute to register what he has said, before you look up at him and see a sly smile on his face.
“W-what..?” You respond.. did he know? Your heart, already beating fast begins to beat faster and faster.
“Let’s get you cleaned up!” He looks over at the same camera you were smiling at just minutes ago. “I hope you boys enjoyed the show!”. He picks you up. Your legs weak and drops you into a warm bath. He wraps himself into a towel and drags a chair over by the tub.
“How did..” you begin to speak.
“It was quite obvious. None of my girls are as stunning as you, and..” he grabs your right arm.
“They are branded by numbers. You don’t have one” he states the obvious.
“What about.. the cameras?” You say, dumbfounded and a bit fearful for your life.
He looks at you, still smiling. “Oh I found those weeks ago. Figured something was coming, and knew it immediately when I saw you!”
You just stare up at him. How can this man be so..charming and terrifying at the same time. Like a fallen angel.
Before you can get another word in, he’s leaves out fresh clothes for you and gets himself dressed swiftly.
“They will be here any minute I presume?” he looks down at you.
“You aren’t going to kill me?” You ask. If you were in his shoes, you would’ve kill you..
“No, I don’t do that”
That’s a blatant lie.. you know this man has killed thousands with his business.
“Right..”
You hear the door bust open and hear Ghost screaming at him to come out.
You get up albeit a bit shakily. You innocently put the clothes on that he left and walk out too, not even bothering to put your hands up.
The men swarm him, clearly wishing he’d do something so they could kill this bastard.
“Are you alright?” Ghost asks.
“Never been better” you say, leaning against the wall.
It’ll definitely be a few days before you’ll be able to walk again. And those marks aren’t going away any time soon..
when you accidentally send a raunchy text to your sensei instead of your fling..
-SMUTTTTTTTTTTT- (so 18+ please!)
After spending the whole day talking with Ino and Sakura about how much dick they get, you thought about the last time you got lucky.
By no means was it difficult to string a guy home from some random bar for you, but it wasn’t something you outright sought after.
“We’ll I’m saving myself for Sasuke!” Sakura says, sticking her tongue out at Ino.
“You’re still waiting on that loser? Give it up billboard brow, if he wants anyone - it’ll be me!” She smiles at Sakura.
“And besides, your names are too similar anyways. If it weren’t for his last name, you two could be siblings. Of course, you’d be the ugly one!” Ino says while holding her stomach laughing.
After some more banter, they look up at you. Curious about your “dickstory”, a play on the word “history”.
You smile and say “Well it’s not hard for me to find anyone, but it’s probably not as many people as you think”.
You knew you were attractive, guys told you almost everyday. You didn’t mind them though, as you aren’t a very lustful person, truly minding to yourself and taking pleasure when you want to.
Ino jumps into action “WHO, WHO? Do I know them!? Are they also ninja? How many? How old? How many at one time?!”.
The bombardment of questions makes you giggle. You never knew someone’s sex history could be such an appealing topic, as in your household you were taught that sex is taboo and only for people you truly love. You didn’t follow that rule for long, albeit.
“A few were from some random missions I went on. Not too ma-“ before you could finish your sentence, Sakura said
“Can we guess?”
“What do you mean, guess?” You were confused.
“She means, can we guess who you’ve slept with?” Ino asked with a huge grin.
You thought for a moment. The list isn’t that long, but the people on it are most definitely known to these two. Would it change how they saw them? You thought maybe it wouldn’t be right, as the people you did sleep with didn’t give their consent to their sexual history being stated.
“I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do” you say frowning a bit.
The two girls looked at each other, perplexed how that was a response anyone would give.
“Okay let us guess just THREE and you HAVE to tell us if you have!” They said almost synchronized.
You thought about it. You doubt they’d get all three wrong, but you weren’t going to be happy if they got all three right either. Fuck it. You’d been drinking a bit and the buzz was starting to hit you.
“Fine. Just three.” You said calmly and confidently.
They made the biggest shit faces grin ever and talked amongst themselves.
After about 3 minutes of whispers, giggles, “OMG”s and “no way!”s.. they finally had their three.
“Okay, our first one” Ino says.
You hold your breath. For some reason this is starting to just now hit you, but you don’t want to seem lame and back out now.
“Shikamaru!” They said in synchro.
You burst out in laughter.
“You-you had three minutes and came up with.. Shik-“ you cannot stop laughing.
“SHIKAMARU??” You said at the top of your lungs.
They looked at each other and smiled.
“We just needed a baseline of your standards. You know the guy has had it for you since that damn Genin exam!” Ino said in a fit of laughter.
“I always thought he was gay” you smiled while saying.
“Pshhh, probably is” Ino mocked.
You held your breath, yet again, knowing that their next guess was coming and would probably be correct.
“Okay our next guess is..”
“IRUKA!”
You thought about it. Did it really count as sex? I mean, you both came. He was the first guy that did make you cum.. You thought a bit more. The silence only making Ino and Sakura want to know.
“I mean..” you say, still in thought.
The girls look at each other with mouth wide open and smiling. An eruption of “OMG” and “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT”s came flooding out.
“I guess. It wasn’t really sex though” you were still lost in thought.
“What happened?? Tell us!!” Sakura said.
There wasn’t much to tell them, honestly. You were talking with him one day, friendly, and he invited you over to see his new set up. You went over and it was beautiful, leather sofa with a stunning cherry tree coffee table.
He wanted to show you his bedroom and kept apologizing on how weird he made the comment seem. But you made a sly comment back, something like “I wouldn’t mind if you led me to your bedroom more often”.
And that was really it. You just start kissing and got to his bed, and started touching one another. You could swear that you heard him say “I love you” under his breath as he came, but you were too focused on your own orgasm to care.
After cleaning up, you left.
You tried to explain this to the girls but they wanted more details.
You told them they were wasting their time and better get on with their third person before you just get up and leave.
They pouted.
“Okay,okay. Our third person is…”
“KAKASHI!” Biting their lip as they said it.
Kakashi? You and Sakura’s old sensei? Oh goodness no. You can’t even remember a time that you even slightly hinted at a flirt with Kakashi. Your relationship was very student-teacher respectively.
Now that you’ve grown into a woman with.. curves and breasts, though.. You do think about the even slight possibility of him using you. How his words would sound in the heat of the moment.. how his skin would feel touching you, gliding himself all around you..
You notice yourself trailing off, and not given the girls an answer.
“Hello? Earth to y/n” they say, waving their hands in front of your face.
“Sorry. No. Me and Kakashi never did anything of the sort, or.. even implied so” you said, shutting the girls down immediately.
“I swear that guy is a virg!! I’ve never seen him take any girls around!” Ino says to the both of you.
“Oh, no way. Kakashi is super attractive under his mask, he’s gotta! Or maybe he’s celibate? Hmm..” the two girls thought on it for a moment.
Thoughtful silence fills the air.
“Hey, I’d say you have a pretty good chance, y/n.” Ino says, breaking the silence.
“Yeah! You’re super pretty and if I’m being honest, I’ve caught him staring at you a few times since you’ve become a Jōnin” Sakura states.
You blush. Staring at you? No. You always recognize when men stare at you, even not out of lust. You’re a great ninja, and you would recognize someone staring. Maybe he was using chakra to hide his gaze? Why would he do that? No. Sakura must be mistaken.
All these thoughts ran through your head and you excused yourself as it was well past 2 am.
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Before you knew it, you were home.
You went into your bathroom, washed your face and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste from your mouth, you look over at your phone. It buzzes, signaling someone messaged you.
Hayate.
You got excited for a moment, thinking it said “Hatake”. It’s become some sort of thing for you to put peoples contact as their last name. You remember the time you and Hayate shared together though.
The text he sent, though you could only see partial of it through the limited character amount given on the Home Screen, read:
“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think..”. That’s all you could unfortunately read before showing him that you’ve read the message.
After your conversation earlier with the girls, you realize you haven’t had sex in around 7 months.
Damn.
You open the message, now seeing its entirety.
“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think we should see each other again. I know I was just a fling to you but I miss you. Not just your body, but you. Your laugh and face. Everything” the message would’ve been sweet if he didn’t send his dick right after.
It wasn’t a bad dick, but why don’t these men know their dick angles?
It was a photo of himself from his point of view pulling his pants forward to show off his hairy, uncircumcised, hard, veiny cock. He was wearing blue underwear and had black sweat pants on.
Honestly, you probably would’ve ignored the message if you weren’t so horny yourself. “Fuck it. Hayate isn’t a bad looking guy and his dick is pretty satisfying” is all you thought to yourself. You snapped a pic you knew he’d like, it was your hands covering your tits, but still showing most of them off. He loved a bratty tease.
You sent the photo and didn’t think much, waiting for his response.
He responded after about 6 minutes with a video of him.
He was now on his bed, ‘pleasing’ himself. The video was only 32 seconds long, but it was a huge turn on for you.
He started slow, but would buck his hips up for you. His tip was now fully exposed, but his foreskin would still slide up and down it as he went on. His breathing was loud and irregular. He would let out slight groans the faster he went. You could see his dick twitching, just before the video ended.
You took your camera and took a photo of you sitting at the edge of your bed with your thighs touching. Your left hand lay behind you, supporting you up. And your right hand taking the photo. It didn’t show your face in it, only your body. But that was fine. It showed off your tits and beautiful thighs and you knew those were the parts Hayate loved the most.
Before you pressed send, you added a text under it saying “You should come fill me up again”. You bit your lip as you pressed send. You decided to go take a quick shower in preparation for Hayate coming over. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the invite.
Only about two minutes into your shower, you hear your doorbell ring. Hayate lived 25 minutes away walking, you doubt he would’ve used all his energy to get to you that quickly. Although you can’t be too sure.
You finish your shower up before heading to the door in just a towel. Hair wet and all, you open the door.
You’re absolutely shocked to see your sensei standing in front of you.
He smiles, “I think you sent this to the wrong person”.
Your mouth agape, you already know what you sent him.
“I.. I um” the only words you can get out of your mouth.
You don’t even know what to say. You just sent an explicit photo to your sensei.
“I’m so sorry” your eyes still plastered to his phone in front of you. You make your way up his phone to his contact name for you, though. Before he pulled his phone away, you read “Future Hatake❤️” you blushed even harder.
You both stand there in silence. You’re mad at yourself for this foolish mistake.
“May I come in?” Kakashi says, breaking the silence.
You’re confused. Does he want to talk about it? Maybe he wants to know who it was for? All these thoughts flood your mind and he makes his way inside your apartment.
“E-excuse me. I should get dressed” you leave and run into your room. You go through your clothes and decide on a white tank top and sleep shorts. It’s your home after all, and it’s well past your regular sleep schedule.
You come back in and find him sitting at the edge of your couch, legs spread and forearms resting on them. As always, he’s unreadable.
You sit at a chair diagonal to him and keep your head down.
“I.. er.. haven’t seen you in a long time” you say, keeping your head down.
“Hmm” he replies.
You can’t tell if he’s lost in thought, upset, sad or whatever it be.
“Who was the message for?” He finally says.
“It.. it really doesn’t matter.. haha..” you say, trying to escort the tension in the room.
He lets out a sigh, stands up and faces you.
“Tell me” he says. His voice deeper than normal.
You’re confused. It’s been months since you and Kakashi have spoken. Why would he care to show up after a text sent to the wrong person? Why does he care??
A question runs your mind.
“How did you get here so fast?” You ask, blankly looking at him.
He looks at you, no emotion in his face.
“I’m always there for you” he stares at you and says. You’ve heard him say this to you many times in the past. You never really held anything to it though, taking it like a friend would say as support.
“Kakashi. What are you doing here?” You say, with a bit of concern in your voice. You know Kakashi is a lot stronger of a ninja compared to you, and could most definitely toss you around if he wanted.
“I’ve had an eye for you since you’ve become a Jōnin. You’ve grown so much” he says, making his way over towards you.
“Be a good girl and lead us to your bedroom, hmm?” he says in the most.. casual tone.
You can’t deny this was a major turn on. But was this right? He’s like, what? 13 years your senior? 14? 15?! Plus, he was your sensei. He raised you when your parents didn’t. You definitely didn’t see him as a father figure, more like an older brother looking out for you.
Were you really going to let this happen? No. No way. You have to tell him no.
“Kakashi, I ca-“ before you can finish your sentence he picks you up like you’re weightless.
He drags you to your bedroom. Did he guess? Has he been to my apartment before? No, never. How does he just..know?
You wiggle, attempting to break free from his grasp. You’re still not all sure if this is what you want, but your core is aching. It wants him to touch you so bad, especially after Hayate’s video got you pent up.
Your heart is racing. Still writhing in his arms, he brings you to your bedroom.
In your squirming from the previous moments, you had lost your loose fitting sleep shorts. Now just in a white tank top and black laced underwear.
You wonder if you’re dreaming. How is this happening? Why? Why to you?!
He places you on your back, and you sit up on your elbows staring at him. His face is a slight pink, and his breathing is a bit erratic.
He puts his knee between your thighs, separating your legs from touching. You make a small noise when he pushes further into you. Staring at his knee, anticipating his next move. He lets out a slight chuckle.
“You’re so adorable”.
“Huh?” You look back up at him. He takes his hands and removes his band, and then his mask. You’ve seen him once without the mask before, so it wasn’t a total shock seeing his face.
He stares at you, and you just stare blankly back.
He then looks down at your breasts, your nipples are hardened by the sexual tension.
You move your head a bit more down, staring at his manhood. Even when clothed, you can tell it’s big.
You both unclothe one another and before you know it, you’re both making out nude.
Whilst kissing you, Kakashi says “I’ve been needing you for so long. That message sent me over the edge”. He puts his hands all on you, seemingly not knowing where to put them.
While on top of you, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer.
His dick sits right on top of your pubic bone, and down to the bottom of your belly button. You’ve been with a fair share of people, none of them as big as him.
You wiggle, demanding his attention to your dripping core.
“Such a needy whore, does Hayate know you chose me over him tonight?” Kakashi breathes out with a smirk.
Your eyes widen. How did he know you were texting Hayate? Did Hayate tell Kakashi? No. They may know each other but most definitely aren’t friends. How long has he been watching you?!
“Well?” He says, finally moving his cock towards your core. His dripping with precum, which mixes with your juices.
Kakashi runs his cock across your clit causes you to wince.
“I know you haven’t been pleased in quite a bit, y/n. You’re so pathetic, I’ve only been here 20 minutes and I already have your clothes off and cock dripping on your needy hole”.
You have no answer to him. He’s right. You’re a needy, pathetic slut that needs him so badly, and he knows it.
You try and give him the most doe eyes you can and say “Kakashi-sensei.. please use me..” you see his shield of cockiness falter for a moment.
“Oh fuck..” he says looking at your eyes.
You open your mouth to say please.. but before you can, he’s shoved his entire length into you.
You moan so loud, and instinctively go to cover your mouth. He grabs your wrist before you’re successful, and puts both your wrists over you head with just one hand. His other one reaches over for your phone. He unlocks it with your passcode, no way he could’ve guessed it. It’s literally just random numbers “18849”. He’s been watching you like he said..
He begins to pump into you rapidly.
“Oh fuck..ah~” you moan freely.
“Which one of these boys should I call? Hmm? Who should I show you’re being such a naughty whore for?” He says between breaths.
“S-sensei ple..ahh.. please d-don’t!” You can even speak with how rough he’s treating your core.
“I’m calling Hayate”.
“N-nO.. pl-pleasee sensei. I’m-I’m yours and… mmmfffggh.. only yours.. ahh..” you plead with him.
He decides not to call him, instead taking multiple photos and videos of you getting pumped by him.
He cums inside your pussy, letting out multiple groans throughout. You’re a bit disappointed it ended so quickly.. or so you thought. He continues to pump into you even after cumming.
“K-kashi… did.. did you..mmgfff~”
“Y-yeah.. I’ll stop using you when I want. You’re mine” he says with complete lust in his eyes.
He starts going through your phone.
You’re scared. You have texts on there, pretty nasty, to other guys. How will he treat you seeing them?
He shames you by reading them aloud.
“‘I’ll be so good for you master’ you love calling people titles huh? You like calling me sensei, huh?”
“P-pleaseeee…~~” you don’t even know what you were saying please to.
All you can think about is how unfair this all is. Yeah you’ve slept around and sexted men, but you’re sure Kakashi has texted his fair share of women.
“Hmmm… these photos you send them. Never thought your sensei would want to see you like this? All weak and pathetic over his cock”
It didn’t matter what he said. You didn’t know if he was saying it to be mean or horny but it was the truth nonetheless.
“I..ah~.. I don’t know..” you told him.
You came around his length.
“Ah..heh~” he says as he finishes pumping the last of his seed into you.
With the last remaining strength you have, you sit up and watch the sperm drip out of you.
You and Kakashi take a shower together, and you immediately pass out in bed, totally satisfied with your dick appointment.
You wake up to no Kakashi and a barrage of messages from Hayate saying shit like “you totally blue balled me but that’s okay I went out with one of your girls”. You just laughed so hard, you knew Ino would have no interest in Hayate, her standards are way too high. And Sakura was telling the truth most definitely about saving herself for Sasuke.
You went through your camera roll and sent him a video of Kakashi fucking you til your brain was mush and sent it to him.
