quick read/ shy reader!/ smut/ p in v/ dirty talk (that’s all this fic is)/ DOMINANT toji/ wet & messy/ internal cumshot/ forced dirty talk/ cock worship (implied)/ sensitive reader/ verbal humiliation (mild)/ size kink/ embarrassment kink / pinning / missionary position / rough sex / creampie / power imbalance / overwhelmed reader/ porn what plot / porn without plottttt. based on this request 𑣲⋆
you’re already trembling when he pins you under him, legs spread wide around his hips, the head of his thick cock pressed right against your dripping entrance. always missionary with him when he’s in this mood, so he can watch every flicker of panic in your face.
“look at you,” he growls, voice low and rough, one big hand gripping your jaw so you can’t turn away. “pussy’s already soaked and i haven’t even pushed in yet. needy little thing.”
you make a tiny, embarrassed sound. your hands flutter up to cover your face, but he catches both wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. the other stays on your jaw.
“don’t hide. i wanna see that shy little face while i ruin this cunt”
he sinks into you in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching you open around the fat girth of him until your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. you’re so tight around him it almost hurts, walls fluttering wildly, and he groans like he’s tasting something filthy.
“fuck… still so fucking tight. clenching like a virgin even though i’ve fucked this hole raw more times than you can count.” he bottoms out, balls pressed against your ass, and just stays there, grinding deep. “feel that? how your pussy’s chocking my cock already? dirty little slut.”
your face burns. you try to turn your head, but his grip tightens.
“n-no… don’t say—“
“don’t say what?” he starts moving, deep, filthy rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch of him against your walls. the wet sound of it fills the room, obscene and loud. “that you’re dripping down my balls? that your cunt’s making those nasty little squelching noises every time i pull out?” he thrusts harder, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “listen to it. you’re pussy’s begging to be filled.”
You whimper, trying to free a hand so you can cover his mouth. he just laughs, low and mean, and lets one wrist go just long enough for your palm to slap over his lips. he doesn’t stop talking. the words are muffled against your skin but still clear, still nasty asf.
“Mm, gonna keep talking, baby. gonna tell you exactly how this tight little hole feels while i use it.” he snaps his hips harder, fucking into you with wet, heavy thrusts that make your tits bounce. your hand slips, he catches it again and pins both wrists back above your head. “pussy’s so soft and greedy. swallowing me to root every time. i can feel you fluttering when i talk dirty. you hate it and it makes you cream harder, doesn’t it?”
“toji, please” your voice is small, shaky, thighs trembling around his waist.
he leans down until his mouth is right against your ear, still pounding into you in that brutal missionary rhythm, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.
“Please what? Please stop calling your cunt a cock sleeve? Please stop telling you how fucking wet and messy you are?” he bites your earlobe, then growls, “too bad, you’re taking every filthy word while this pussy milks me. look at the way it’s gripping. wants to stay stuffed full of cock.”
your free hand flies up again, trying desperately to cover his mouth. he lets you. presses a wet, open mouthed kiss to your palm and keeps talking right through it, voice muffled but still vicious.
“gonna fill you up. pump this shy little cunt full until it’s overflowing. you’ll feel it leaking out of you for hours. my cum sliding down your thighs while you walk around all quiet. everyone will know you got fucked stupid.”
you sob, hips jerking, walls clamping down hard around him. the shame is unbearable and it’s making you clench even tighter. he feels it and laughs against your palm.
“there it is. coming on my cock just from dirty talk. disgusting. look at you, juices still running down my balls, face so red you look like you’re about to cry.” he removes your hand from his mouth with ease, pins it again, and drives into you harder, faster, wet slap of skin on skin filthy and relentless. “say it. say you’re a shy little whore who gets off on being told how nasty she fucking is.”
you shake your head frantically, tears of pure embarrassment pricking your eyes. he just keeps fucking you through it, cock slamming deep, balls wet with your slick.
“Don’t need you to say it then. pussy’s doing allllllll the talking”
he doesn’t stop talking the entire time he uses you. calling you a cumdump, telling you how it sounds, how it feels, how it’s going to look when he’s done and you’re leaking. every time you try to cover his mouth he just talks through it, or bites your fingers, or pins your hands and keeps going. his voice is so low and nasty, you’ve never experienced this before.
by the time he finally cums, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you in thick, heavy pulses while he growls the filthiest things against your mouth, you’re shaking so hard you can barely breathe, face buried against his shoulder in pure overwhelmed shame. pussy still fluttering and over sensitive around his cock.
he stays inside you, still half hard, still talking in that low, satisfied growl.
“Good girl. took every nasty word and still came all over my cock. next time i’ll make you say them back while i breed this shy little hole again.”
description: six months on tour meant keeping it strictly professional. even if michael jackson personally ensured you were at every soundcheck. you thought his lingering touches and backstage smiles were just him being sweet. you were wrong. high on post-show adrenaline and done playing nice, michael backs you into his dressing room to show you the real reason he hired you.
pairings: fem!reader / michael jackson x sound technician / dangerous era!michael x reader .
cw: heavy smut (18+ MDNI) / heavy smut /possessive behavior / vocal strain/restraint tropes / quick-change dressing room setting / hair pulling / praise kink / heavy adrenaline / unprotected sex(do not do this irl make sure u wrap ur willy) + he cleans you up after it / creampie / fingering
wc: 1.9k
a/n: a requested fic!! i rlly hope u enjoy this lol. everyone this is ur sign to request more plz lol (im a chud)
the static through your earpiece was a constant background noise during the dangerous tour, but for the past six months, the real distraction had been michael jackson himself.
It started the day you were hired as part of the audio crew. out of hundreds of applicants, michael had personally reviewed the files for the main sound team—and the moment his eyes landed on your photo and resume, something shifted. he didn't just want you on his crew; he wanted you in his orbit.
at first, it was subtle. you were just trying to do your job, catching him before soundchecks to double-check his ear monitors and mic levels.
"Is the mid-range frequency comfortable for you during Heal The World?" you’d ask, clipboard in hand, keeping it strictly professional. "Or do you want me to drop the low end a bit so the bass doesn't drown out your vocal cues?"
michael would stop whatever he was doing, leaning in just a little too close, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse jump.
"No, it sounds beautiful," he’d say, his voice a soft, velvety purr, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "you always get it just right for me. what about the mix on Remember the time? Do you think it sounds good to you?"
"It's... it's whatever you prefer, Mr. Jackson."
"Michael," he’d correct softly, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. "Call me Michael."
soon, the brief work check-ins turned into blatant flirting. he’d pause mid-walk down the backstage corridors just to tease you, leaning over your soundboard while you worked, resting his chin in his hand, and watching your fingers move over the faders. you brushed it off as him just being exceptionally friendly—he was michael jackson, after all, naturally charismatic and sweet!
but the rest of the crew wasn't blind. the security detail, the stage managers, the backup dancers—they all saw the way his gaze followed you across the stadium, the way his eyes darkened whenever you spoke to another technician, and the way he found any excuse to be near you.
then came the touches. a hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed you in the wings. a palm resting over your knuckles while you adjusted his bodypack transmitter. hugs after a successful show that lasted a fraction too long, his face buried in the crook of your neck, taking deep, shuddering breaths of your scent while his hands gripped your waist tight enough to leave a mark.
tonight, after the massive stadium show, you were sent to his private quarters to retrieve his custom wireless mic unit that needed an emergency battery overhaul before tomorrow.
you pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside—and froze.
michael stood near the center of the room, his chest heaving under his sweat-drenched, white v-neck. his dark curls hung over his forehead, dripping wet, and his skin was flushed a hot, dusty pink. he didn't reach for a towel. he didn't even go for a bottle of water.
he just stood there, staring at you, the heavy metal door clicking shut behind you.
"michael?" you breathed, holding the spare mic pack in your hand. "I... I just came to get the transmitter."
he didn't answer with words. In three long, predatory strides, he crossed the floor. before you could even register his movement, his hands were on you—one slamming against the door right beside your head, the other wrapping firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against his damp, fever-hot body.
"do you really think," michael rasped, his voice deep, gravelly, and completely wrecked from two hours of singing, "that I brought you on this tour just to fix my audio?"
your breath caught in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribs as his chest rose and fell heavily against yours. "what...?"
"I saw your file six months ago," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a harsh shiver straight down your spine. "and I knew right then. I wanted you backstage. I wanted you at my soundchecks. I wanted you watching me every single second I was on that stage."
His thumb hooked beneath your chin, tilting your head back. His dark eyes were burning, completely stripped of the shy, gentle persona he put on for the rest of the world.
"and every time you touched my mic, every time you stepped into my space with that quiet, professional tone..." he dragged his bottom lip across your jawline, making you gasp softly. "...it drove me out of my mind."
"michael, everyone out there—"
"I don't care about anyone out there," he growled low, his fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, tugging just enough to expose the sensitive curve of your throat. "I've been holding back for months. watching you, touching you just enough to keep myself from snapping..."
His other hand slid down your hip, his fingers digging firm into your skin through your clothes, pulling you up and firmly into him so there wasn't a single millimeter of air left between your bodies.
"no more waiting," he murmured against your mouth, his lips hovering just slightly from yours. "you're mine tonight."
before you could gather a response, his mouth claimed yours in a hot, possessive kiss. the sharp contrast between his usual gentle demeanor and this raw, post-show intensity sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. he tasted like rain and salt, his tongue demandingly sliding against yours as his grip tightened on your waist.
a low, deep groan rumbled in his chest when you melted into him, your hands finally reaching up to slide through his wet curls and grip the fabric of his damp v-neck. that small surrender drove him over the edge.
without breaking the kiss, michael hooked his hands underneath your thighs, easily lifting you off your feet. you squeaked softly against his lips as he carried you the two steps back toward his large leather couch, dumping the loose sheet music onto the floor and pinning you beneath his heavy weight the second your back hit the leather.
"michael—" you gasped as his mouth dragged down to your jaw, down to the sensitive dip of your collarbone.
"you have no idea," he rasped into your skin, his chest heaving, his hands working quickly to push up your top, revealing your bare waist to his feverish touch. "every night on that stage... I was singing to you. I was thinking about doing this to you."
his hands were everywhere.. broad, warm, and trembling with adrenaline. he traced the curve of your ribs, his thumb sliding underneath the lace of your bra, flicking over your sensitive peak until a sharp gasp tore from your throat. the sound made his breath hitch; he looked down at you with dark, blown-out pupils, a dark, victorious smirk tugging at his mouth.
"that's it," he whispered, his voice raspy and velvet-thick. "let me hear you. no soundboard, no monitors... just you."
he didn't waste another second. he shed his soaked v-neck, tossing it onto the floor, his bare, lean chest pressing flush against yours as he reached down to unbutton your jeans. his fingers slid beneath the damp cotton of your underwear, finding your slick heat with an accuracy that made your hips instantly arch off the couch.
"god, you're so wet for me," he growled low in your ear, pressing two fingers deep inside you in one smooth, unyielding slide.
you bit your lip to keep from screaming out as his thumb started working tight, relentless circles over your sweet spot. michael watched your face intently, his jaw tight, his own breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as he worked his fingers in and out of you, matching the rhythmic, filthy roll of his hips against yours.
"look at me," he commanded softly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "tell me who you belong to backstage."
"you," you sobbed out, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders as the tension in your coil wound tighter and tighter. "michael... you."
"that's right," he purred, his fingers speeding up, driving you relentlessly toward the edge. "my sweet, perfect sound girl..."
with a sudden, violent wave of pleasure, your body clamped down tight around his fingers, your back arching completely off the leather as a loud, shuddering moan escaped your chest. michael caught the sound in his own mouth, kissing you deep and wild while you rode out the waves of your climax beneath him.
before you could even catch your breath, he pulled his fingers free, unbuckling his own trousers with frantic, shaking hands. he guided his throbbing length against your slick opening, easing himself all the way in with one long, heavy thrust.
a ragged groan ripped from his throat, his head falling back for a second as he adjusted to the unbearably tight heat of you.
"ah, fuck..." he choked out, a rare, crude slip of his tongue that made your heart hammer furiously. he looked back down at you, his chest heaving, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force. "you're perfect. so tight..."
he began to move, setting a deep, punishing pace that rattled the frame of the couch. every thrust was deep, heavy, and full of the raw energy he had been saving up for months. the slick sound of your bodies meeting filled the quiet room, mingled with his low, breathless groans and your desperate, loud pleas.
he drove into you over and over, his dark curls spilling over his face, catching every drop of your pleasure and giving it right back to you. when he felt your muscles start to spasm around him a second time, he leaned down, burying his face into your neck, biting down softly as he pushed himself as deep into you as he could go.
instead, he kept himself buried deep inside you, his weight resting heavy and possessive over your body. the hot slickness of his release pooled between you, creating an intoxicating, unhurried rhythm as he began to slowly, deliberately roll his hips again.
"michael..." you gasped, your hands flying back up to grip his sweat-slick shoulders. "you're... you're still—"
"I know," he rasped, his dark eyes opening, completely glazed over with heat as he looked down at you. his voice was raw, barely a husky whisper. "I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."
he withdrew slowly—just enough to make you whine at the sudden emptiness—his cock bobbing slightly, before thrusting right back in, squelching softly against the wet heat he’d just left inside you. the sensation sent a fresh shockwave straight down your spine.
every slow, deep push pushed his release deeper, mixing with your own slickness until every movement was effortlessly fluid and filthy.
"look at what you do to me," he growled low in his throat, his thumb coming up to trace your lower lip, which was swollen from his kisses. "you spent six months being so quiet, so professional... and now you're completely full of me."
he picked up the pace, his hips setting a steady, relentless rhythm that made the leather beneath you squeak. he wasn't rushing this time; he was taking his time, enjoying the absolute friction of being inside you while you were already sensitive and trembling.
"michael, please," you whimpered, your thighs shaking where they were hooked over his hips. "It's... i-its too much..."
"It's just right," he corrected softly, leaning down to capture your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of salt and sheer devotion. his hips drove forward again, hitting that sweet spot so precisely that your back arched clean off the couch, a helpless scream caught right in the back of your throat as he pumped his thick cum inside of you.
he hummed in satisfaction against your lips, feeling the tight clench of your muscles starting to spasm around him all over again. he pushed deeper, his core grinding against yours, keeping you pinned and completely filled until neither of you could tell where the post-show adrenaline ended and the pleasure began.
when the final, hazy wave of pleasure settled, the room fell back into a heavy, quiet stillness. the only sound left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the steady, deep rise and fall of michael’s chest against yours, as his leftover cum pumped its last bit inside of you.
he stayed buried inside you for a few moments longer, resting his forehead against the crook of your neck, his lips pressing soft, appreciative kisses against your hot skin.
"you okay?" he whispered, his voice quiet, sweet, and back to its usual gentle tone.
you nodded weakly, too breathless to formulate a proper sentence.
with a soft sigh, michael slowly pulled out of you. the sudden loss of heat made you shiver, and a warm, thick trickle of both your mixed cum immediately spilled out onto your inner thighs from your swollen cunt. he noticed instantly.
"hold on... stay right there," he murmured softly.
he slid off the leather couch, completely unbothered by his own bare state. he walked over to the vanity, grabbed a soft, clean white hand towel, and brought it under the warm water tap in the small side sink. he wrung it out until it was comfortably damp, testing the temperature against the inside of his wrist first.
when he came back, he dropped to his knees on the carpet right between your parted legs.
"michael, I can—"
"Shh, let me," he interrupted gently, catching your wrist and resting your hand back down on the cushion. the dark, possessive look from earlier had completely melted away, replaced by total tenderness. "I've got you."
he cradled your knee in one hand, using the warm, damp towel to gently wipe away the slick combination of his release and your own heat. he was incredibly thorough and careful, dabbing softly at your sensitive skin, making sure you were completely clean and comfortable. every touch was deliberate, worshipful, and slow.
once he finished, he set the towel aside and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of each of your knees before dragging himself up to lay back beside you on the narrow couch.
he pulled your head onto his bare chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist and pulling a light throw blanket over both of your shoulders.
"tomorrow's soundcheck," he whispered into your hair, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your bare arm as his heart beat steady under your ear, "is going to be very interesting."
🅢🅤🅜🅜🅐🅡🅨: I love my boyfriend James! A lot, actually! But there has always been an issue: he won't fuck me the way I like it. But today things change in our relationship forever.
🅒🅦: spanking, use of good girl/ baby girl, face fucking, anal, no condom > unprotected sex + creampie, cucking
🅦🅞🅡🅓 🅒🅞🅤🅝🅣: 2312
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With a sprinkle of salt, the dinner I am cooking with my boyfriend James is finished. We made some truffle pasta, and it smells delicious. It is a recipe we only make for special occasions. Today is the birthday of Sirius, James' best friend since school days. He is coming over to our apartment.
"Did we prepare everything?" I ask James.
"I think so," he answers.
I look around the rooms and don't notice anything that still needs to be done. The table is set, and everything is tidy. I check myself in the hallway mirror and see done hair, makeup, and a cute floral dress. James also looks good, like always, with a button-up shirt and his round glasses.
As I am still checking everything, the doorbell rings. It must be Sirius! I quickly make my way down the hallway and open the door for my boyfriend's best friend.
As the door swings open, Sirius smiles at me. He looks handsome today. His beard frames his face well, and his hair moves around his head elegantly. I have to stop myself from thinking about how hot he looks. I was so lost in thought that I did not even say hello to the man.
James steps into the hallway behind me, "Hey! Lovely to see you, birthday boy!"
"Good to see you too!" answers Sirius.
I finally find my words again, "Happy Birthday, Sirius! Come in, we've got dinner ready!"
Sirius steps into our flat, the door closes behind him, and we make our way to the table. James makes a quick detour to the kitchen to get the pasta and Sirius, and I sit down. James carries everything in, and we portion the pasta onto our plates. It smells delicious.
While eating, we talk about life, and at some point, James gets us some wine. It is red, and the taste reminds me of many evenings we spent together. Red is our favorite choice when we drink together.
After a while, we all finish our pasta, and James takes the plates back to the kitchen. As he walks away, I let my eyes wander to Sirius again. His hair frames his face so well today, and he smiles at me. My thoughts wander to places they should never go to as a person in a committed relationship.
I imagine what it would be like to kiss him. Would he be as gentle and overcautious as James, or would he just take what he wanted, recklessly? I suppose I will never find out.
"What are you thinking, baby?" James has apparently returned and noticed me staring into space.
"Oh, nothing..."
"I do not believe you," James states.
"Fine! I was thinking about kissing."
"How did you get to that topic?" Sirius asks with his signature grin on his face.
"I don't remember." I lie.
"Well, what is your opinion on this?" I am asked by James.
"I love you a lot," I start, "but you are always so fucking gentle when we kiss!" I admit to James and Sirius. Probably motivated by the wine I drank earlier.
James does not look that happy about my admission, but Sirius seems weirdly amused.
"I never knew you had a problem like that!" complains James, "I always thought you liked the way I kiss you!"
"I do enjoy it sometimes, but I am also often in the mood for you to just take what is yours. I like to just be used by someone, without regard for me."
James looks defeated, "I do not think I can give that to you. That is just not who I am! If that is what you want to may have to look somewhere else..."
As soon as he said that, I look over at Sirius. He meets my gaze and gins.
I answer James, "Maybe I should, my love!"
I get up from the dinner table, and Sirius does the same thing. We move closer to each other until I can feel Sirius' calm breath on my nose. Sirius smiles and places his hands on my face. I can feel the tension between us. I close my eyes as he pulls me towards him and places his lips on mine. The contact feels like I just touched a hot wire with my lips. He starts to kiss me, opening his mouth. I open mine, and our lips find a quick rhythm. He has such soft lips. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I respond by starting to move mine as well.
Knowing I am kissing somebody in front of my boyfriend turns me on way more than I ever expected. I hope it feels the same for James, but to be quite honest, I do not care in this moment.
As we kiss, Sirius' hands move around my face and down to my neck. He pulls me in hard. Most of his fingers are on the back of my neck, but his thumbs dig into the front. Our lips have found a good and fast rhythm. This is the type of kiss I always wanted, and now I want more.
Soon, Sirius moves his hands again. First to my shoulders and then to the front of my torso. He cups my breasts into his hands and massages them with force. I know my nipples are getting hard, and I feel some wetness in my panties.
Suddenly, Sirius stops kissing me and pulls back from me. I open my eyes in surprise. He looks at me intensely.
"Get on your knees! Now!" he commands.
I do as I am told. I move myself onto my knees as quickly as possible right in front of Sirius. I do not even look at James as I prepare myself for what is going to happen. I hear the zipper of Sirius' jeans open up, and an erect dick moves into my field of vision.
"Suck it!"
I open my mouth and slowly take the tip of Sirius' penis into it. I move my tongue around and slowly let Sirius enter me further and further. I use one of my hands to grip onto Sirius' erect shaft and move my head until I hit it with my lips; that is how I always did it with James, who is still watching us without making any sound.
"Get rid of that hand!" Sirius tells me, "I am going to fuck your face!"
I have seldom been turned on that much while just giving a blowjob. I remove my hand and grab onto Sirius' hips to stabilize myself. As soon as I do that, Sirius pushes himself further into my mouth. Then he quickly moves back and then in again. Soon, he finds a good rhythm fucking my face. I almost have to gag, but not quite. I hear myself gurgle, and that sounds turns me on even more.
"Good girl, swallowing me so well!" moans Sirius, "but we have to stop now, I am about to cum."
Sirius pulls himself back out of my mouth and holds his hand out to help me up. As soon as I am back on my feet, he grabs onto my neck again and kisses me with the force I love. Our lips easily find our rhythm again, and I moan into the mouth of a man who is not my boyfriend.
"I am going to fuck you, baby girl!" Sirius tells me, "Lean on the table!"
I do as I am told. I lean on the dinner table with my arms so that my butt is pointing towards Sirius. For the first time since everything started, I look at my actual boyfriend. James is standing there wide-eyed, but I also notice his pants are open and he is stroking himself. Not the sight I expected, but definitely a welcome one.
I feel my dress being pushed up to my waist, revealing the pink slip I am wearing.
"So pretty, just for me." Sirius purrs.
Next, the slip is pulled down with force, and Sirius now has a full view of my soaking wet pussy. I lock eyes with James as he continues to jerk himself off. As we look at each other, I feel one finger entering my pussy, quickly a second and third one are added, and they move in and out of me with vigor. I moan loudly and have to close my eyes again to focus on the sensation. Fingers fuck me for a few minutes, and I am getting as wet as I have ever been.
"Good girl! All wet for me and only me!" Sirius says.
The fingers suddenly vanish. I am almost sad, but then I feel a warm and hard thing on my lips. Sirius pushes his dick inside me hard and fast. I feel his skin hit the back of my legs as he hits the maximum depth. He is definitely better endowed than my boyfriend James. I feel so filled up and excited by the new sensation. I moan out loud as Sirius pounds me.
I love being fucked like the person doing it does not care about what I want.
All of a sudden, I feel a sharp pain on my left butt cheek. Sirius had hit me. My eyes widen in shock and arousal. James never spanked me before, but I love this. Another hand lands on my butt. I can't help but gasp and moan as Sirius' hands hit me again and again.
I am sure my behind is now red as can be, and I never felt like this before. I leave my eyes open to watch James. He smiles at me while he continues to stroke himself. With every hit to my butt, he picks up the pace of his strokes. I am sure he is having just as good a time as I am having.
After a second, but also an eternity of spanking, Sirius stops and begins to move his hand around on my red behind. Slowly stroking and moving from the side to the middle while still pounding his dick into me. I gasp as his fingers move to my asshole. He slowly moves around my hole, and he spits on it. Lubed up with his saliva, he slowly moves one finger inside me as he fucks my pussy.
"Oh! This is so good!" I exclaim.
Then another finger pushes into me. I feel the pressure around my hole, and Sirius pushes his fingers deep inside my behind. I never experienced anal sex with James or any previous boyfriend. I guess today is the day.
Over a period of time, Sirius slowly stretches out my asshole. He adds more and more fingers and lubes them up with more saliva until he is satisfied with his work. While he is doing this, he is still fucking my pussy, a bit slower than in the beginning, but still with the same intensity.
Then comes the time I had been anticipating for the last while. Sirius pulls himself out of my wet pussy and moves his dick up a bit. His tip arrives at my stretched asshole, slowly and deliberately, he pushes his dick into my ass. I gasp. Everything pulls, and I feel pressure. This is kind of uncomfortable but not painful.
Sirius begins to fuck my ass. Starting slow and getting faster and more intense with time. The uncomfortable sensation slowly fades into the background as I focus on the pleasure this is giving me.
"Good girl!" says Sirius, "You are taking this so well! And all that in front of your boyfriend!"
I can not reply with my words, I am too focused on my pleasure. I just moan loudly.
I look over at my boyfriend again, and he stares back at me. His dick is hard in his own hands. He looks both horny and shocked, but according to his dick, it should be mostly horny.
Getting fucked in front of the person I love turns me on way more than I ever thought it would. He looks into my eyes as a moan leaves his lips. Then he cums. He groans and closes his eyes. I watch him release as I am also coming closer to cumming.
Then I am spanked by Sirius again. This sends me over the edge. I feel a big orgasm coming. Everything tingles, and my muscles tense up, which makes the sensation of the dick in my ass even more intense. As I crumble on the dinner table, Sirius continues to spank me.
"Baby girl, I am also so close!" Sirius groans, "I am going to cum in that tight ass of yours!"
"Please do!" I moan, finding my words again, "Cum in my ass!"
I feel that Sirius stops pounding my butt and pushes himself into me. I feel his dick convulsing inside me. I know I am being filled up with the cum of a man who is not my boyfriend, and that is so so hot to me.
As Sirius pulls himself out of me, I look at James, and he smiles at me with a satisfied look on his face.
Then I am interrupted by Sirius, "Now lick me clean like a good girl!"
I drop down on my knees again and take Sirius' dick back into my mouth. As I lick it clean of his cum I feel the remnants of his orgasm dripping out of me.
This was the best thing that ever happened to me when it comes to sex things.
"You did so well, baby!" James compliments me as I still have the dick of his best friend in my mouth.
"That is true! This was a great birthday present!" Sirius adds.
I smile up at both of them, satisfied like I have not been in a long time. This was great!
Summary: König and Gaz are assigned to travel to an island where their target is currently staying. However, König became distracted when he saw you at the beach wearing only a bikini.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, AGE-GAP, AU, HEAVY SMUT, explicit content, mature language, sexual innuendo, erotic, mention of jerking off, cum eating, mutual pining, obsession, lots of teasing, manhandling, choking, spanking, reverse power dynamic, submissive, petname, dirty talk, degradation, oral activities, multiple penetration, unprotected, PiV, squirting, spanking, fingering, blowjob, overstimulation, breeding, markings, rough sex, older man x younger woman
König stood at the edge of the sun-bleached boardwalk on a sleepy Hawaiian island, the kind of place where time moved like warm honey. His massive frame was poorly disguised in a loud floral shirt that strained across his chest, cargo shorts, and a wide-brimmed hat perched awkwardly over his hood.
The mask stayed as he looked like a very tall and very suspicious tourist who had lost a bet.
“ Status, König.” Price’s gravelly voice crackled through the earpiece.
“ You’ve been ‘admiring the view’ for twenty bloody minutes. The cartel leader isn’t hiding in the bloody clouds.”
“ Trying to blend in, Captain.” König muttered.
“ It's hard when I am built like…this.” He gestured vaguely at his own seven-foot silhouette.
“ Children have been staring. One asked if I was a lifeguard. I do not even swim.”
A snort from Soap came through the comms. “ Big Austrian laddie in a Hawaiian shirt. Aye, perfectly inconspicuous. Ghost owes me twenty quid if ye get recognized before sundown.”
“ Focus.” Price growled.
“ Locals. House. Now.”
König sighed and approached a group of aunties selling shaved ice near the beach path. He tilted his head while playing the curious tourist.
“ Excuse me, that big house up on the point? Very beautiful. New?”
The women lit up. “ Oh, the big one? It belongs to a foreigner. A Mexican gentleman, I think. Come and go. Very generous, that one. He donated a new generator for the community center last month.”
König’s jaw tightened beneath the mask.
Generous.
The same man whose network had funneled enough product across borders to drown cities and left bodies in its wake. Task Force 141 had chased his shadow for years and now the bastard was here while playing benefactor.
“ Very kind.” König said smoothly.
“ Good to see. Danke.”
He thanked them and retreated to a shaded lounge chair under swaying palms while pretending to relax. The ocean glittered like shattered sapphires. For a moment, the mission noise in his ear faded.
Until she emerged from the water.
She rose like the sea itself had decided to show off. The water cascaded down sun-kissed skin and tracing every curve as she walked up the sand.
A simple black bikini clung to her like a second skin. Her full hips swayed with unconscious grace while her breasts drew his gaze before he could stop himself. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination when the clear outline of her nipples tightened by the cool breeze made heat slam into his gut like a rifle stock.
König’s head tilted slowly as his mouth went dry.
“ Scheiße…” He breathed.
“ What was that?” Price snapped.
“ Nothing. Just…scenery.”
She laughed at something one of her friends said while reaching for a towel. The motion lifted her arms and arched her back. König shifted in his seat when he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his shorts.
He imagined those curves under his hands, the way she’d feel pressed against his much larger frame, soft against hard.
How she might sound if—
Her eyes met his. It's direct and curious with a spark of something that looked a lot like amusement. She paused mid-wipe as the towel hovering over her collarbone.
For two full seconds the world narrowed to that stare, König jerked his head away so fast his hat nearly flew off. Under the mask, his face burned as the sweat prickled at his temples. He could still feel her gaze like a physical touch.
Price’s voice cut through again. “ König. More intel. Stop gawking at the bloody tourists and do your job.”
“ I am doing my job...” He hissed back.
“ Unlike certain captains who only bark from a safe distance.”
Soap cackled. “ He’s got ye there, Cap.”
“ Shut it, both of you.” Price said, but there was a thread of dark humor in it.
“ König, if you blow this because you’re chasing tail—”
“ I am not chasing anything.” König muttered, but he couldn’t help one last glance.
She was still watching him with a small and knowing smile playing on her lips as she draped the towel over her shoulders. The motion did nothing to hide how the wet fabric clung to her chest that made his pulse hammered.
He wanted to walk over, introduce himself properly, and see if that spark in her eyes would ignite under his shadow. Instead he kept moving while every step fighting the magnetic pull backward.
The elegant house loomed further up the beach, white walls glowing in the sun. It's the target’s temporary fortress, König’s mission, and the reason he was here.
Yet as he disappeared down the path toward the village when the image of her rising from the waves burned behind his eyes. The way her body moved or the way she’d looked at him.
“ Focus.” He told himself.
But the heat in his veins whispered otherwise and the mission had just become far more complicated.
…
König pushed open the door to their rented beachside hotel room, the floral shirt still clinging awkwardly to his broad chest from the humid Hawaiian air. Gaz was sprawled on one of the beds while flipping through a local newspaper with a lazy grin.
“ Finally. Took you long enough, big guy.” Kyle said.
“ So? What did you get on the cartel leader?”
König dropped into a creaking chair that barely contained his massive frame and sighed heavily. “ Basic information only. The locals think he is some generous foreigner. Donating generators, smiling at everyone. He plays their minds well. Hides behind charity like a shield.”
Gaz whistled low. “ Smart bastard. I dug around too. There’ve been a string of ‘disappearances’ and shipments moving through the docks lately. Local government’s doing jack shit about it. Probably getting fat envelopes to look the other way.”
“ Likely.” König muttered while rubbing the back of his neck under the hood.
“ We must be careful. His alliances run high. One wrong move and the whole island could turn on us.”
The room fell quiet for a beat of the distant sound of waves and laughter filtering through the open balcony door. Then Gaz’s smirk returned sharp and mischievous.
“ Alright, enough shop talk. I gotta admit, mate…this mission is kicking my ass in the worst way. All these gorgeous ladies on the beach? They are flirting left and right. One even slipped me her number while I was pretending to check out snorkel gear. It's hard to stay focused when the view’s that good.”
König shot him a flat look. “ We are here for surveillance, Sergeant. Not to flirt with locals or tourists.”
Gaz rolled his eyes dramatically. “ Oh, please. As if you didn’t spot someone while you were ‘blending in.’ I saw the way your eyes went all wide behind that mask when you came back. Dilated like dinner plates. Don’t even try to deny it.”
König shifted uncomfortably, the memory of her rising from the water flashing hot across his mind. The way the black bikini had clung to every curve, the visible peaks of her nipples, and the sway of her hips.
“ I…saw a woman.” He admitted gruffly.
“ At the beach. She came out of the water while wearing a damn bikini.”
Gaz barked out a laugh. “ Go on then. Details, König. Was she fit?”
“ She was beautiful.” König said.
“ Like a goddess walking out of the sea. Her curves…perfect. The way she moved…” He trailed off while clenching his jaw. He could still feel the phantom heat of her gaze meeting his, that small knowing smile.
Kyle was grinning like an idiot now. “ My big masked buddy’s got a crush on a beach girl. Never thought I’d see the day. While you’re here in Hawaii, you should shoot your shot. Pull some moves. Bed her if you can. Release some of that…tension you’re always carrying.”
König shoved Gaz’s shoulder hard enough to make him rock back on the bed, though not enough to actually hurt. “ We are here to end a mission, not fuck random women. Focus, Gaz.”
“ Fucking killjoy.” Gaz laughed while rubbing his shoulder.
“ Lighten up. The cartel leader isn’t going anywhere tonight. I’m gonna head out, breathe some fresh air, and act like a normal person for a bit. You should try it sometime.”
He stood and headed for the door. Just before stepping out, he paused with a wicked grin. “ Oh, and if you’re gonna jerk off thinking about your sea goddess…don’t leave any traces, yeah? I sleep in that bed too.”
“ Kyle!” König snarled while lunging up from the chair. He aimed a half-hearted kick at the sergeant’s legs, but Gaz was quicker. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked just as König reached it.
“ Arschloch!” König cursed while banging a fist against the wood. Gaz’s laughter echoed down the hallway then fading quickly.
Silence settled back over the room. König exhaled slowly, leaning his forehead against the door. He could picture her so clearly like when the water slid down her skin, the thin fabric stretched tight over her breasts, and that eye contact felt like a spark against dry tinder.
He turned away from the door and paced the small room when the floor creaked under his weight. The mission came first. But his mind kept drifting back to her curves, her smile, and the way his body had reacted so violently to a single glance.
“ Scheiße…” He muttered while glancing toward the balcony where the ocean glittered under the setting sun.
He wouldn’t act on Gaz’s stupid advice. He couldn’t, but the image of her refused to leave. And deep down, part of him wondered what would happen if their paths crossed again.
…
The air was warm, thick with salt and distant barbecue smoke. König wandered back down to the beach as evening painted the Hawaiian sky in deep oranges and purples as he told himself it was for reconnaissance. The elegant house on the point needed watching. In truth, his eyes scanned every group of swimmers and sunbathers for one specific figure.
He didn’t have to wait long.
A cluster of kids spotted the seven-foot giant in the mask and floral shirt immediately when they swarmed him like curious gulls.
“ Mister, why are you wearing a mask?” One boy asked.
“ Are you a terrorist?”
“ Do you have an ugly face?” A girl added bluntly.
König scratched the back of his head.
“ It is…a special condition.” He rumbled.
“ If anyone looks at my bare face, they will turn to stone. Like Medusa, ja?”
The children screamed and bolted toward their parents while crying dramatically. König chuckled darkly and waving them off.
“ Run along, little brats.”
“ Nice work.” A warm female voice said behind him.
“ Scaring children on a peaceful beach. Really setting the tourist vibe.”
König stiffened and turned. There she was…she's wearing a light sundress that fluttered in the breeze. The thin straps and low neckline offered a dangerous view of sun-kissed cleavage.
His throat went dry.
“ I did not mean to scare them so badly.” He muttered.
“ They were…persistent.”
Y/n crossed her arms, which only pressed her breasts together more noticeably. “ They’re just kids. Curious. You’re the only guy on the whole island wearing a mask at sunset.”
König shifted on his feet. “ I have a skin condition. Very sensitive. And I do not wish to scare people with how I look underneath.”
Her expression softened. “ Oh. Sorry, that was rude of me.”
She stuck out her hand. “ I’m Y/n L/n. I just moved here from the city. I needed peace and this island…it feels like home now.”
He took her hand carefully when his massive gloved fingers engulfed hers, the contact sent a jolt straight through him.
“ Krueger.” He lied, using the first name that came to mind.
“ I am here to clear my head too. I work as an architect…it can be stressful.”
Y/n’s smile brightened. “ A giant architect in Hawaii? That’s a nice change of pace. I’m glad you’re giving yourself time to breathe.”
Their conversation flowed easily, but König was barely holding it together. Every time she laughed or leaned in when his gaze dropped to the soft swell of her breasts as the dress clung in all the right places. His shorts grew tighter with every word and every glimpse.
He wanted to pull her close, feel those curves against his body, and hear what sounds she’d make—
“ Y/n! Dinner’s ready!” Her friends called from further down the beach.
She glanced back, then turned to him hopefully. “ Want to join us? It’s nothing fancy.”
König shook his head. “ Thank you, but I am fasting. Strict diet.”
Y/n laughed. “ That explains the size. Alright, Krueger. Hope we bump into each other again soon.”
She waved, then jogged toward her friends as the sundress swayed with her hips. The moment she was out of earshot, König let out a long and shaky breath. His cock strained painfully against his shorts when the image of her cleavage so close, her voice, and her scent…it was torture.
“ Status, König.” Price’s voice suddenly cut through the earpiece.
König startled. “ Nothing new, Captain.”
A new voice exploded in his ear. “ You used my fucking name?! Krueger?! To chat up an island girl?!”
Krueger’s outrage made König wince. In the background, Soap was already howling.
“ Ohhh, Krueger…” Soap moaned dramatically in a high-pitched voice.
“ Harder, Krueger! Your big Austrian co—”
“ Shut the fuck up!” Price barked.
“ All of you. This is a mission channel, not a comedy show.”
König’s face burned under the mask. “ You bastards. I needed a cover name. It was the first one I thought of.”
Gaz’s voice joined in. “ Bet she liked it. ‘Krueger’ does sound moanable. König sounds like you’re clearing your throat mid-thrust.”
“ Gaz, I will end you” König growled, pacing the sand.
Soap kept going, undeterred. “ Krueger~ Right there, big guy—”
Price sighed heavily. “ Soap, one more word and I’m pulling you from the op. König, get your head back in the game. Focus on the target house, not the local talent.”
“ Copy.” König muttered, still blushing furiously. He cursed under his breath in German. The ache between his legs hadn’t faded. If anything, the team’s bullshit made the frustration sharper.
This mission was becoming far more complicated than any of them had anticipated.
…
Days had blurred into a tense routine on the island, but tonight the stakes sharpened. König and Gaz lay prone in the thick vegetation of a secluded ridge overlooking the elegant beachfront house when the cartel leader had arrived under cover of darkness.
“ Target confirmed on site.” Gaz reported quietly into the comms with binoculars pressed to his eyes.
“ Multiple guards, but keeping a low profile. He’s out on the patio right now, shaking hands with locals like a damn philanthropist.”
Price’s voice came through steady. “ Good work. The rest of the team will move in once we finalize the extraction or termination plan. Keep feeding us every detail. Do not engage until we give the green light.”
“ Copy.” Both men replied.
König adjusted his position while his massive frame made the bushes rustle slightly. “ He is two-faced. Playing the generous rich man for the locals. Classic tactic.”
“ Yeah.” Gaz muttered.
“ Most criminals do that. Win the hearts and minds first. Then when shit hits the fan, the same people they fooled will defend them instead of running.”
König grunted in agreement. “ Exactly. They get sympathy and control the narrative. When chaos comes, the victims become shields.”
Gaz chuckled darkly. “ I've seen the same shit in governments too. Those bastards use their power, play everyone like puppets, then cry victim when they get caught. The audacity is almost impressive.”
“ Power and money is enough to buy silence and bury the truth.” König replied.
They gathered what they could by guard rotations, vehicle placements, or possible weak points. After nearly an hour, Gaz nudged him. “ We’ve got enough for tonight. Report the rest to Price in the morning. Let’s head back before we get spotted.”
König nodded as they slipped away silently while moving through the shadows toward the hotel path. The warm Hawaiian night wrapped around them, carrying distant music and the scent of ocean air. Gaz suddenly stopped and nudged König hard then handed over the binoculars with a sly grin.
“ Oi, look who’s here. Prime view for you, mate.”
König took the binoculars and scanned the small beach clearing. Y/n sat with her friends around a crackling campfire while roasting s’mores. The firelight danced across her skin, highlighting the easy laugh that tilted her head back.
She wore a loose tank top and shorts, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone and the soft swell of her breasts beneath. Every time she leaned forward to laugh or reach for another marshmallow and the neckline dipped dangerously.
“ Fuck…” König whispered.
Her smile, the way her body moved with natural grace, or the glow on her cheeks; it hit him like a gut punch. A heat flooded his system instantly as his cock twitched and hardened rapidly while pressing insistently against his shorts.
Gaz let out a low whistle. “ Careful with that spying, big guy. You’re veering into creepy pervert territory. And mate…look down at your shorts. The big trunk is pitching a full tent right now.”
König glanced down. The prominent bulge was impossible to miss, straining obscenely against the thin fabric. He cursed under his breath in German, face burning beneath the mask.
Gaz laughed, pulling off the light scarf he’d been wearing and shoving it at König. “ Here. Wrap this around your hips like a sarong or something. Hide the evidence before kids think you’re smuggling a python in your pants.”
“ You are an asshole.” König growled, but he took the scarf and quickly tied it around his waist, adjusting it to conceal the obvious arousal.
Even then, the pressure didn’t ease. Watching Y/n lick melted chocolate from her fingers while smiling at her friends only made it worse. He imagined pulling her away from the fire, those soft curves under his hands, and her voice moaning his real name instead of the fake one.
“ Stop staring like a starving man.” Gaz teased, slapping his shoulder.
“ We need to get back to the hotel. You’ve got something urgent to take care of in the bathroom, yeah? Don’t make it weird with the sheets.”
“ Kyle, I swear I will throw you into the ocean.” König muttered, shoving him forward.
Gaz just grinned wider as they continued toward the hotel. “ What? I’m being helpful. You’ve been wound tighter than a spring since you saw her the first time. Go on, jerk one out to your campfire goddess. Just don’t think about her while we’re sharing the room later.”
König’s fists clenched.
Mission first since the cartel leader was here and the team was closing in. Yet every encounter with Y/n made focus nearly impossible. Her laugh echoed in his mind, the firelight on her skin, and the way her body looked so inviting.
By the time they reached the hotel door, König was still half-hard despite the scarf.
“ Shut up and report to Price.” He grumbled, pushing past Gaz.
But as he stripped off the scarf later in the privacy of the bathroom, her image refused to leave. The mission, the danger, and this maddening woman were colliding in ways that threatened to break his control.
…
The drums thundered when the people danced wildly. In darker corners, couples ground against each other, some already slipping away into the shadows for more. König and Gaz moved through the pulsing beach celebration the next evening, the island alive with music, firelight, and bodies.
“ Target’s here.” Gaz reported quietly.
“ Far end of the main bar area, surrounded by locals and guards pretending to be guests.”
Price’s voice crackled in their ears. “ Stay close but blend in. The troops are moving into position. Any moment now. Disguise as locals…no one notices another drunk tourist tonight. Soap, Horangi, and Krueger are already in the crowd. Ghost’s with me checking escape routes. We trap him if he runs.”
“ Copy.” König muttered.
Gaz smirked. “ Are you joining the party, Cap?”
“ I’m never absent for this kind of operation.” Price replied dryly.
“ Now focus.”
The crowd surged when a group of women immediately latched onto Gaz while pulling him toward the drinks.
“ Come dance with us, handsome!”
They laughed then Gaz shot König a helpless shrug and let himself be dragged away, already laughing with them.
“ Traitor.” König grumbled under his breath.
“ Oi, don’t hate the player.” Gaz’s voice came through the comms, clearly enjoying himself.
“ Mission requires mingling, yeah?”
König pushed through the crowd while scanning for the cartel leader, when he suddenly bumped into a warm and familiar body.
Y/n looked up at him and her face lit up with a bright smile. “ Krueger! I knew a mysterious giant like you would show up. Been waiting to see if you’d appear.”
He froze for a second, heat already stirring at the sight of her. She wore a short, flowing dress that hugged her curves and showed plenty of leg and cleavage.
“ I…got curious.” He admitted.
She laughed, the sound cutting through the music like a hook. “ Then I’ll make sure your curiosity is worth it.”
Before he could protest, she grabbed his massive hand and dragged him toward a small tiki bar.
“ Two of the strongest ones!” She ordered.
“ I should not—” König started.
“ Drink. Celebrate. You overthink too much.” She insisted, pushing the glass into his hand.
He sighed and downed it. The liquor burned straight down, spreading fire through his veins.
She clapped excitedly and ordered another round. “ That’s the strongest on the island. Think you can handle it, German guy?”
“ I am Austrian, not German.” He corrected after the second shot.
Y/n gasped, then burst into giggles.
“ Sorry! Austrian. Even better.” She took her own shot, eyes sparkling.
They talked about mostly her telling stories about city life and why she escaped to the island, König listening, nodding, and trying to keep his eyes off the way her breasts moved when she laughed and the alcohol hit hard. Soon both of them were drunk, the world tilting pleasantly.
“ Come on.” She said, grabbing his wrist.
“ Dance with me.”
“ I cannot dance.” He protested.
“ Nobody gives a fuck if you’re good or bad!” She yanked him into the crowd.
At first he moved stiffly, a towering awkward giant. Then the music shifted to something slower and heavier.
Y/n turned, pressing her back against his front while swaying her hips. The contact was electric as she grew bolder while grinding against him and her ass rolling teasingly into his groin. Her hands reached back, tracing his hard chest through the shirt.
“ You know…” She whispered.
“ When I first saw you on the beach…you were the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Even with the damn mask. You looked so fuckable. If I didn’t have any self-control, I would’ve dragged you somewhere and fucked you right there.”
König stiffened, a low growl escaping him. His cock surged to full hardness instantly and throbbing against her.
“ You are drunk.” He managed.
Y/n chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. Her body molded to his is your soft curves against solid muscle.
“ I’m not drunk. I’m horny…and I want you to fuck me, Krueger.”
She rolled her hips forward, grinding her pelvis directly against his massive erection. One hand slid down boldly and cupped the thick bulge straining in his shorts, squeezing lightly.
“ Damn, you’re so hard already. Feel that? I can tell you want it too.”
König’s breath hitched. His large hands gripped her waist while his fingers dug in as he fought the overwhelming urge to lift her, pin her against the nearest palm tree, and bury himself inside her right there. Her hand stroked him through the fabric, whispering filthy promises about how wet she was, how big he felt, and how she wanted him to stretch her open.
He was seconds from losing control.
In his ear, the comms exploded with chaos.
“ Focus, you two!” Price barked.
“ We’ve got movement on the target.”
Gaz’s amused voice cut in. “ Mate, I can see you from here. That scarf’s not hiding shit now.”
Soap, clearly grinning, moaned dramatically. “ Krueeegeerr~ Harder, big guy—”
“ Shut it!” Krueger’s real voice snapped through the line.
“ Stop using my name for your island booty call!”
König’s face burned crimson under the mask even as Y/n continued grinding against him, her fingers teasing the outline of his cock. The mission, the incoming assault, the cartel leader and all of it clashed violently with the raw, aching need pulsing between them.
He held her tighter with his hips involuntarily rocking once against her hand, a barely suppressed groan rumbling in his chest.
The night was far from over.
…
König’s control snapped the moment Y/n whispered those filthy words against his mouth. Their kiss turned savage, teeth clashing while their tongues fighting for dominance. He devoured her like a starving man, groaning deep in his chest as she ate at his soul right back, fingers clawing into his broad shoulders.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the pulsing crowd, stumbling through the dark toward a small, empty beach cabin far from the party lights.
The door barely clicked shut before he was on her again. König lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, and dropped her onto the narrow bed.
“ One second.” He muttered, reaching up to kill his comms link.
“ I do not need their bullshit right now.”
He folded the lower part of his mask up just enough to free his mouth, revealing a strong jaw and scarred lips. His huge hands moved with urgent hunger, yanking her dress down and tossing it aside. The sight of her bare breasts made him groan loudly.
“ Fuck…I have imagined these for days.” He palmed one roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, then latched onto a nipple.
He sucked hard, tongue flicking and teeth grazing while his other hand kneaded the other breast. Y/n moaned, arching into his mouth. He left dark purple hickeys blooming across her tits, marking her possessively.
“ You’re so wild.” She gasped while laughing breathlessly.
“ Like you haven’t fucked anyone in years.”
“ Because I haven’t.” He growled against her skin, sucking another bruise.
“ Not like this.”
König kissed down her stomach, rough and impatient, until he reached her cunt. He shoved her thighs apart and buried his face between them like a man possessed. His tongue licked broad stripes up her slit before focusing on her clit then sucking greedily. Y/n cried out, gripping the edge of his mask hard as her hips bucked.
“ Shit…Krueger!”
He pushed two thick, long fingers inside her without warning, curling them deep. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingering filled the small cabin as he pumped them faster.
“ Call me König.” He ordered, voice dark and rough as he hovered over her and his lips glistening with her arousal.
She blinked through the haze. “ I thought…you said Krueger—”
“ Krueger is my second name.” He lied smoothly, scissoring his fingers deeper.
“ König sounds better when you moan it.”
She tried to talk back but he curled his fingers harder against that perfect spot, turning her words into a broken cry. His pace turned punishing, fingers drilling into her soaked pussy while his free hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter.
“ Look at you…” He snarled.
“ Such a pretty little slut hiding behind that innocent face. Been teasing me for days with these tits and this greedy cunt. You wanted to be fucked like a whore, didn’t you?”
Y/n whimpered, nodding frantically as her walls clenched around his fingers when the pressure built unbearably fast.
“ You’re going to cum like a desperate bitch for me.” He growled, tightening his grip on her throat while his fingers slammed harder.
“ That’s it. Cum on my fingers like the filthy girl you are.”
She shattered with a choked scream, body convulsing. König didn’t stop. He kept drilling his fingers through her orgasm until he suddenly pulled them out then a powerful gush of squirt sprayed across his hand and the sheets.
“ Fuuuck!” He cursed.
He slapped her breast hard while watching it jiggle. “ Dirty bitch. Hiding that innocent smile while you squirt like a slut.”
Still riding the high, Y/n trembled as König dove back down, licking and sucking up every drop of her release with filthy enthusiasm. His tongue pushed inside her twitching hole, prolonging the aftershocks until she was gasping and oversensitive.
He finally pulled back, breathing hard when his massive bulge strained painfully against his shorts. The thick outline was unmistakable. Y/n’s eyes locked onto it with raw hunger, her chest heaving, marked breasts rising and falling.
The comms were off, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the team was probably losing their minds trying to reach him. Right now, though, none of it mattered. Only her wet cunt, her marked tits, and the desperate need to bury himself inside her existed.
König stood up, towering over the bed as he started undoing his shorts, eyes burning with unrestrained lust.
“ This is only the beginning, schatz.” He rumbled.
“ I am going to ruin you tonight.”
König shoved his shorts down, finally freeing himself. His massive cock sprang up, thick, veiny, and heavy, twitching against his toned stomach. The sheer size made Y/n’s eyes widen.
“ Fuck…” She breathed.
“ You’re huge. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
A low, arrogant chuckle rumbled from his chest. He folded the lower half of his mask higher, watching with dark hunger as she dropped to her knees in front of him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her small hand wrapped around his thick shaft, barely able to close her fingers around it. König groaned deeply, head falling back as she started pumping him.
“ Scheiße…your hand feels good.”
Y/n smirked up at him, spitting generously on his cock before leaning in. She licked the swollen head like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip while stroking the rest of his length. His hips jerked forward involuntarily.
“ Stop teasing.” He growled, tangling one huge hand in her hair.
“ Suck it.”
“ So impatient.” She purred, eyes gleaming with mischief. Then she opened her mouth and took him in.
She managed halfway before gagging hard, her throat tightening around his girth. Tears pricked her eyes but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she bobbed her head, sucking noisily while her hands worked the rest of his shaft and fondled his heavy balls.
“ That’s it…good girl.” König praised roughly, gripping her hair tighter.
“ Choke on my cock like the greedy slut you are.”
Y/n moaned around him, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine. She tried again for deeper, forcing more of his massive length down her throat until she coughed and pulled back, gasping. Strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
“ It's too big.” She whimpered, but immediately dove back in, sucking harder. Her tongue traced every throbbing vein as she worked him with wet and filthy sounds.
König’s breathing grew ragged. “ Fuck, your mouth is perfect. Taking me so well even though you’re struggling. Look at you…such a dirty little cocksucker.”
She jerked the base fast while sucking the head, tongue flicking relentlessly. His balls tightened in her hand. König’s grip in her hair turned almost painful as his hips started shallow thrusts.
“ I’m close—” He warned with a guttural groan.
Y/n pulled back just enough to pump him furiously with both hands, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, broken moan, König came hard. Thick ropes of cum painted her tongue and lips. She whimpered at the taste, keeping her eyes locked on his as she showed him the mess before swallowing it all.
“ Mmm…you taste so sweet.” She said huskily, licking her lips.
“ I want more.”
König cursed in German while chest heaving. His cock was still rock-hard, twitching for another round. He was about to pull her up and bend her over when his earpiece suddenly crackled back to life, but he must have bumped the comms when he undressed.
“ König, you bastard! Where the fuck are you?!” Price roared.
Gaz’s voice followed while laughing. “ We heard moaning. Actual moaning. Tell me you’re not—”
“ Krueger’s getting his dick sucked while we’re about to raid the cartel leader!” Soap howled.
“ Unbelievable!”
Krueger’s real voice cut in. “ Stop using my name for your fuck session, you giant Austrian prick!”
König’s face burned under the mask even as Y/n giggled and licked another drop of cum from his tip. His cock jumped at the sensation.
“ Shut up, all of you.” He snarled quietly, trying to sound authoritative while Y/n stroked him lazily.
“ I turned comms off for a reason.”
“ Clearly.” Price said dryly.
“ Mission is to live at ten. Finish whatever the hell you’re doing and get your ass back here.”
Y/n looked up at him with wicked eyes, still on her knees, cum-glossed lips parted. “ Are you going to fuck me now, König? Or are you going to let your friends keep listening?”
He gripped her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.
“ I am going to ruin this pretty cunt until you can’t walk.” He promised.
“ And you’re going to scream my real name while I do it.”
Outside, the distant party continued. Inside the cabin, König flipped Y/n onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as his thick cock nudged against her soaked entrance.
…
König didn’t waste another second as he lined up his massive cock and shoved in with one brutal thrust, stretching her tight cunt around his girth. Y/n cried out sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out.
“ Fuck…too big!” She gasped, but her legs instantly wrapped around his waist and pulling him deeper.
“ You can take it.” He growled.
“ This greedy little pussy is sucking me in like it was made for me.” He started pounding her hard, hips slamming forward, the fat head of his cock hitting her deepest spot with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the cabin.
His huge hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll. He fucked her like a fleshlight, raw and relentless, spanking her tits until they bounced red under his palm.
“ Look at these slutty tits turning red for me. You love being used, don’t you?”
Y/n moaned louder, nodding frantically. He grabbed her legs, folding her in half, ankles on his broad shoulders as he drove even deeper. Balls-deep and merciless, he snarled degrading words right against her ear.
“ Such a pathetic little whore. Teasing me for days with that body, now you’re getting exactly what you begged for.”
He suddenly flipped her over, shoving her face into the mattress and yanking her hips up. From behind, he slammed back in, using her hair like reins to pull her onto his cock.
Y/n screamed in pleasure, seeing stars with every punishing thrust. Then he slowed down cruelly, edging her. A long and deep strokes while biting her shoulder hard enough to leave marks.
“ Not yet.” He whispered darkly.
“ You don’t cum until I say so, you desperate slut.”
She whimpered, biting the bedsheet, hips trying to push back for more friction. He kept the torturously slow pace, whispering filth until she was shaking. Then he snapped back to brutal speed, pressing her body flat into the bed and railing her like the world was ending.
Without warning, he pulled out, lifted her into the air, and held her legs spread wide as he fucked up into her. Y/n moaned loudly at the new depth, helpless in his grip. He carried her to the wall, pressed her against it in a standing fuck, pounding relentlessly while squeezing and slapping her breasts.
“ König…please—” She begged.
He felt her getting close again and slowed once more, edging her mercilessly.
“ Beg louder, bitch. Tell me how badly this slutty cunt needs to cum.” He spanked her ass hard, turning it red while keeping her right on the edge.
“ Please! Let me cum…I can’t…König!”
He laughed darkly, pulling her waist higher and choking her again as he fucked her with savage force. “ Cum then. Cum all over my cock like the dirty whore you are.”
One final, heavy thrust sent them both over. Y/n shook violently, squirting around his cock as her orgasm crashed through her. König groaned loud and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, hips jerking with every pulse.
They stayed locked together, trembling in the aftershocks, lost in pure ecstasy. König carried her back to the small bed and pulled her against his broad chest, still buried inside her.
His voice softened slightly. “ You okay, schatz?”
Y/n swatted his chest weakly, breathless and glowing. “ I didn’t expect you to be such a monster in bed…I almost lost my mind.”
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “ I have been craving you since the first second I saw you on that beach. I haven’t had sex in a very long time. I poured all of it on you.”
Before she could reply, his comms crackled back to life loudly.
“ Finally finished, you horny bastard?!” Price barked.
“ We’ve been trying to reach you for twenty bloody minutes! The target is on the move!”
Gaz laughed through the line. “ We heard everything. The choking, the spanking, the ‘you dirty slut’ bit. Mate, you’ve got range.”
Soap moaned dramatically again. “ König~ Harder, big guy~ Fuck me like your little island whore—”
“ Shut the fuck up!” König snarled, face burning under the mask while still holding Y/n close.
Y/n giggled against his chest while tracing lazy circles on his abs. “ Your friends sound fun.”
“ They are assholes.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to her hair despite the chaos in his ear. His cock twitched inside her again, still hard.
König groaned in embarrassment while Y/n laughed softly, grinding her hips once teasingly against him. The mission waited outside, but the unresolved heat between them promised this night was far from over.
…
König’s head snapped toward the distant crack of gunshots echoing across the island. His body tensed instantly.
“ Scheiße…the operation started.”
He lunged for his clothes, but Y/n was faster. She grabbed his thick wrist and yanked him back onto the bed with surprising strength.
“ What are you doing?” He growled.
“ My comrades need me right now.”
“ This night isn’t over.” She purred, pushing him down.
Her hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, stroking slowly. “ Look at you…still so fucking hard. You’d rather run off to play soldier than fuck me properly?”
König groaned, hips twitching into her fist. “ I want to stay and ruin you all night, but I have a mission—”
She brushed her thumb over his sensitive tip, smearing the leaking precum. “ One round wasn’t enough. Not for either of us.”
Her voice dropped into a filthy whisper. “ I’m still dripping for you, König. Feel how wet I am?”
She straddled his thigh and ground her soaked pussy against him. He hissed, head falling back. “ You’re going to get me killed…”
Y/n pouted playfully, continuing to tease his cockhead while whispering dirty promises. Then she shoved his chest hard, forcing him flat on his back. She hovered over him, trapping the massive man beneath her smaller frame, and sank down onto his thick length in one smooth motion.
“ Fuck—” König’s eyes rolled as she took every inch.
She started riding him with torturous slowness, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles.
“ I knew you weren’t some stressed architect on vacation.” She murmured, hands braced on his broad chest.
“ You’re here to spy on the cartel leader.”
His eyes widened. Before he could respond, she tightened her pussy around him and slammed down harder.
“ You thought I was stupid enough to believe your lies?” She laughed darkly and riding him faster.
“ While you were staring at my tits on the beach, I was watching you.”
König groaned, hands gripping her hips. “ What…what are you—”
“ What are your friends going to do to our leader?” She asked sweetly while bouncing on his cock while her walls clenched around him.
He tried to think through the pleasure. “ I don’t—”
She laughed again, a wicked sound that went straight to his balls. “ You fell right into my trap, big boy. You fucked the wrong girl.”
She slammed down harder while taking him to the hilt. “ I’m one of his people. A spy. And right now…you’re my captive.”
Y/n rode him like she owned him, edging him mercilessly. Every time his cock throbbed and his abs tensed, she slowed down or lifted off completely and left him gasping.
“ You lost your fucking mind because of a little cleavage.” She taunted, slapping his face hard.
“ Pervert. A manbitch with a big dick and a tiny brain.” She pinched his nipples then twisted them cruelly.
“ I'm disappointed in you, König. All that size and you’re this easy to break.”
He thrust up desperately, but she pinned him down. “ I’m in charge now.”
The comms suddenly exploded in his ear.
“ König! Report!” Price shouted.
Gaz was laughing hysterically. “ Is that…moaning again? Mate, are you getting dominated?!”
Soap joined in with a high-pitched whine. “ Yes König~ Ride me harder, you big slut~”
“ Shut the fuck up!” König snarled, voice breaking into a moan as Y/n bounced faster.
She leaned down, choking him lightly while grinding deep. “ Beg me to let you cum, you pathetic whore.”
He was losing himself. She edged him again and again then bringing him right to the brink only to stop and slapping his face and degrading him until he was shaking.
“ Please…fuck, I’m so close…let me cum inside you—”
“ Not yet.” She hissed, pinching his nipples harder.
“ You don’t deserve it.”
She rode him through two more brutal edges until he was openly begging and his voice hoarse. Only then did she finally relent.
“ Cum for me, you useless slut.”
König groaned loudly as he exploded and pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her. His massive body shuddered violently. But Y/n didn’t stop. She kept rolling her hips, using his oversensitive cock.
“ Why are you still moving?” He gasped.
“ Because I didn’t say we were done.”
She rode him through the overstimulation, edging him again, and degrading him with every filthy word until he was whimpering beneath her. She brought them both to a third shattering orgasm, her own moans mixing with his as she came hard around his pulsing cock.
Finally spent, she collapsed onto his broad chest, both of them panting in the sweaty aftermath. Outside, distant gunshots and shouts filled the night.
König’s voice was rough. “ Why are you doing this?”
Y/n traced a finger down his chest. “ I want to escape this island once your mission is over.”
She smiled against his skin. “ And before you panic…I’m not actually with the cartel anymore. Haven’t been for a long time. All of this was a stunt. I wanted to make the big, scary masked soldier submit completely.”
König blinked, processing through the post-orgasm haze. “ You…manipulated me?”
“ It worked, didn’t it?” She kissed his jaw.
“ I’m your ally, König. Now…are you going to tell your angry little friends that you just got ridden and used by the enemy?”
The comms erupted again.
Price sounded exhausted. “ König, if you’re not dead, I’m going to kill you myself.”
Gaz: “ We heard the slapping. And the begging. Legendary.”
Soap: “ Our König’s a bottom! I’m telling everyone!”
Krueger: “ Stop moaning my name while she pegs your soul, you traitor!”
Price sighed. “ Get your clothes on and get back out here. We move in five. And König?”
“ Yes, Captain?”
“ Next time you disappear to fuck a civilian, at least mute the damn channel properly.”
König groaned, covering his masked face with one hand while his other arm wrapped possessively around Y/n’s waist. His cock was still buried inside her while twitching with renewed interest despite everything.
The mission outside had turned into chaos.
Inside the cabin, he flipped her beneath him suddenly and pinning her wrists above her head.
“ You’re going to explain everything properly.” He growled.
“ After I fuck the attitude out of you one more time.”
Y/n laughed breathlessly and legs wrapped around him again. “ Yes, sir.”
Author's Note:
Hello, it's been a while since my last upload here. I was just busy on the days when I was inactive, and I wasn't feeling well (mentally), so I needed to take a long break from everything.
Summary: Horangi invites you on a nature trip after realizing it’s been a while since you last hung out. And honestly, you could really use a break from your draining master’s studies. What you didn’t expect, though, is that he also invited his two giant friends to join the trip.
Now, what was supposed to be a peaceful getaway turns into a chaotic mix of fun, excitement, and a whole lot of embarrassment.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, AGE-GAP, AU, HEAVY SMUT, explicit content, mature language, sexual innuendo, erotic, mention of jerking off, cum eating, mutual pining, foursome, heavy tension, ownership, lots of teasing, manhandling, petname, dirty talk, degradation, oral activities, anal activities, multiple penetration, tit fucking, unprotected, PiV, squirting, spanking, fingering, blowjob, overstimulation, breeding, markings, rough sex, older man x younger woman
The first semester finally ended like a bad dream you couldn’t quite wake up from. Six months of clawing through dense academic papers, group presentations that felt more like public executions, and caffeine that tasted like regret. You’d graduated with a perfectly respectable degree a decade ago, then boredom whispered in your ear one rainy Tuesday.
Why not a master’s? Now you were paying the price in sleep debt and dignity.
Friday afternoon you collapsed onto the sofa in your tiny London flat and determined to do absolutely nothing until Monday threatened you again when your phone erupted.
Horangi.
TIGER: Nature adventure this weekend??? It's been ages since u came with me. Say yes or i’ll die of disappointment
You typed back without thinking.
You: I’m fucking busy. Six months of academic torture just ended. Leave me alone
TIGER: That's ur fault, genius. U literally CHOSE to go back to school after u already escaped. who does that
You stared at the ceiling and groaned since he wasn’t wrong.
You: Fine. I'm in. break anyway
The video call came instantly. You swiped to answer and immediately regretted it.
“ YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!” Horangi screamed directly into the mic while his mask muffled nothing.
You yanked the phone away. “ Dammit, Horangi! My eardrums! Are you trying to murder me?”
He cackled with his eyes crinkling above the black fabric. “ I’m just excited! You said 'yes!' You never say 'yes' anymore!”
“ You’re still late to everything. Don’t act like you’re Mr. Responsible now.”
“ Wednesday. Eight sharp. I’ll fetch you. Don’t be late.”
You snorted. “ That’s rich coming from you.”
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “ There’s…one tiny problem.”
Your stomach dropped. “ What.”
“ I’m also bringing two colleagues. They begged to come. Nature reconnects and all that.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “ You called me just to tell me you’re turning this into a group project?”
“ The more the merrier!”
“ I’m going to be conscious the entire time. I don’t even know them.”
“ They’re good guys. You’ll like them. Promise."
You huffed. “ I’m still in. But if they’re weird I’m blaming you.”
Horangi’s eyes sparkled. “ That’s why you’re my favourite chingu.”
Then in softer and teasing. “ Saranghae, chingu.”
He ended the call before you could swear at him. You dropped the phone on the coffee table and stared at the ceiling again.
Great. A nature trip with Horangi and two strangers who were apparently his work colleagues.
Wednesday arrived too fast. You stood outside your building at 8:27 with one large backpack and a gym bag and already regretting every decision since 2015. At 8:34 a familiar black SUV rolled up.
He's late, of course.
Horangi leaned across the console and yelled through the open window. “ Get in, princess! We’re burning daylight!”
You marched over, yanked the passenger door open but only to find it blocked by two enormous duffels and a cooler.
“ Backseat.” Horangi said cheerfully.
“ VIP section.”
You glared murder but he grinned wider. With an exaggerated sigh, you circled to the rear door and pulled it open.
Two very large men looked up at you.
One wore a hood pulled low and a sniper veil that covered everything below the eyes. He's Ghost, apparently. The other was König. He was even taller, shoulders taking up half the bloody seat, and balaclava leaving only nervous blue eyes visible.
You froze.
Ghost tilted his head slightly. “ Morning.”
König immediately slid out of the car like an oversized puppy trying to make room. “ H-hi. You can…get in first. Please.”
You swallowed. “ Thanks.”
You climbed in. The backseat was already a coffin since Ghost took up the left third, König the right third, and the middle third was apparently reserved for you and your impending panic attack. You sank down and immediately sandwiched. Your thighs pressed against two solid and radiating walls of muscle. Your shoulders had nowhere to go then you could feel Ghost’s bicep against your left arm and König’s knee brushing your right one every time the car rocked.
You twisted toward the front. “ Horangi, I am literally packed like sardines in here.”
Horangi glanced at the rear-view mirror and smirked. “ Looks cosy.”
Ghost’s low and rough voice came from your left. “ You could sit on my lap. There's more room that way."
König coughed. “ Or mine. If…you prefer.”
You whipped your head between them. “ Never. In a million years.”
Horangi snorted and pulled away from the curb.
The drive out of London was torture disguised as polite silence. Every turn, every brake and every acceleration rocked you deeper into the space between them. Your knee knocked Ghost’s while your elbow grazed König’s ribs and you tried to hold yourself rigid but physics had other plans.
At a red light Horangi twisted around. “ You good back there?”
“ I hate you.” You said sweetly.
Ghost huffed a laugh that was entirely too attractive. “ She’s lying. She likes the attention.”
Your face burned. “ I will elbow you in the throat.”
“ Promises.” He murmured.
König shifted beside you and the movement pressed his thigh harder against yours then he froze. “ S-sorry.”
“ It’s fine.” You muttered, even though your pulse was hammering in your ears.
Horangi was grinning like a demon in the mirror. “ You three are adorable.”
“ Shut up and drive.” You snapped.
The countryside finally opened up. Its green hills, dry-stone walls, and the faint smell of wet earth through the cracked windows. Horangi turned down a narrow B-road toward the Peaks. You tried to focus on the scenery but failed. Ghost smelled like cedar and gun oil while König smelled faintly of pine and clean cotton, then both of them were warm.
At one point the car hit a pothole hard as you jolted right into Ghost’s side. His arm came up instinctively and his hand settled low on your waist to steady you. You froze but he didn’t move his hand and neither did you. König’s fingers twitched on his own knee like he wanted to do something but didn’t dare. Horangi, oblivious or pretending to be, started singing off-key to some old K-pop song. You swallowed while Ghost’s thumb brushed the strip of skin where your shirt had ridden up.
You inhaled sharply.
He leaned in with his voice so low only you could hear. “ Still hate the seating arrangement?”
You turned your head just enough that your mouth was near his ear. “ Keep your hands to yourself, sniper.”
His grip tightened for half a second. “ I wasn’t aware I was misbehaving.”
“ You are.”
“ Am I?”
König coughed again loudly as you both pulled apart like teenagers caught by a teacher.
Horangi finally parked at a gravel lay-by near the trailhead. “ We walk from here. Grab your shit.”
You practically threw yourself out of the car the second the door opened as the fresh air hit like salvation. Ghost climbed out after you then stretched slowly with all coiled power while König unfolded himself like he’d been holding his breath the entire drive.
Horangi tossed everyone water bottles. “ Two miles in, decent campsite and there's a lake nearby. Easy day.”
You shouldered your pack. “ If anyone tries to sardine me again I’m pushing them off a cliff.”
Ghost stepped closer. “ You sure? It looked like you were enjoying it.”
You glared up at him but the mask only made his eyes sharper. “ You’re delusional.”
König hovered nearby while looking like he wanted to apologise for existing. “ I…I can carry your bag. If it’s heavy.”
You softened despite yourself. “ I’m good. Thanks.”
Horangi clapped his hands. “ Right! Let’s go before these two start eye-fucking each other to death.”
You choked while Ghost just chuckled again with that same dark sound that lived somewhere low in your stomach. The trail was beautiful and you hated that it was beautiful. Because every time you stopped to breathe or take a photo, one of them was suddenly too close. Ghost brushes past you to point out a bird and König quietly offers a hand when the path gets steep then Horangi winks every time he catches you staring.
By the time you reached the campsite the tension was a physical thing and thick enough to choke on.
You dropped your pack and turned to Horangi. “ I need five minutes alone before I commit a crime.”
He laughed. “ Take ten. We’ll set up.”
You walked toward the lake edge while your heart was pounding too hard. Behind you, Ghost murmured something to König. You didn’t catch it but you felt both sets of eyes on your back.
Horangi’s voice drifted after you was bright and evil. “ Bet you twenty quid she cracks before Sunday.”
You flipped him off over your shoulder without looking while the weekend had barely started and you already knew you weren’t going to survive it.
…
The fire crackled low while spitting sparks into the ink-black sky as the night had dropped fast over the Peaks and turning the lake into a dark mirror and the trees into looming silhouettes. The four of you sat in a rough circle on flattened logs and a couple of rolled-up sleeping mats that were close enough that the heat licked at your shins and far enough that you could pretend the proximity was accidental.
The meat were thick sausages and strips of marinated beef Horangi had insisted on calling “proper Korean BBQ even in bloody England” sizzled on a makeshift grill of green sticks as the fat dripped, hissed, and flared while the smell was obscene.
Horangi leaned forward, eyes wide above his mask, and voice dropping into storyteller mode.
“…and then the hiker hears it again as the slow footsteps behind him. Crunch. Crunch. He spins around then nothing. He turns back, and there, right in his torchlight, is the figure. No face. Just…black and it whispers his name.”
Ghost snorted so hard his shoulders shook.
König tilted his head. “ That’s it?”
Horangi whipped toward him. “ What do you mean, that’s it? It’s atmospheric!”
“ It’s predictable.” Ghost said deadpanned.
“ I’ve heard better scares from recruits on their first night watch.”
Horangi clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “ You two are the worst audience in history. Not even a shiver?”
Ghost stretched his legs out while his boots nudged yours under the firelight but you pretended not to notice the deliberate press of his calf against your shin.
“ If I got scared by that, I’d be a coward. And I’m many things, mate. Coward ain’t one.”
Horangi groaned. “ It’s a fucking true story! It happened to my cousin’s friend’s brother in Jeju!”
König stared into the flames for a long second. Then, quietly. “ History is scarier. World War Two, for example. That was real horror.”
The circle went still.
Horangi blinked at him slowly. “ Dude. You just made a dark joke about the war you’re literally named after.”
König’s ears went pink under the edge of his hood. “ I…was trying to participate.”
Ghost barked a laugh. “ He’s got a point. At least the war had stakes. Your ghost story had a bloke with bad Wi-Fi and regret.”
Horangi threw his hands up. “ Fine! What’s scary to you then, Mr. Big Bad Ghost?”
Ghost didn’t even hesitate. “ Captain Price when he’s pissed.”
König made a small and involuntary noise of agreement.
“ Exactly.” Ghost continued as his voice dropped into something almost fond.
“ Man doesn’t shout. He just…looks at you. Then suddenly you’re eighteen again and wishing you’d never enlisted. Next thing you know you’re scrubbing latrines with a toothbrush because you forgot to salute properly.”
König nodded solemnly. “ I once forgot to file a range report. He made me run the assault course in full kit three times. I still have nightmares about that hill.”
Horangi cackled. “ You two are so hardheaded it’s hilarious. No wonder you keep getting punished. Just follow orders and maybe Daddy Price won’t spank you.”
Ghost’s eyes narrowed. “ As if you’ve never tasted his wrath, Horangi.”
“ Oh come on—”
“ You remember Budapest? The rooftop? When you decided to go full cowboy and nearly got us all ventilated?”
Horangi’s hand shot out as he snatched a small pebble from the dirt and flicked it straight at Ghost’s mouth.
It hit with a soft clack.
Ghost coughed while choking on surprise and smoke. “ You little—”
Horangi grinned like a feral cat. “ Oops.”
You couldn’t help it as the laughter burst out of you loud, ugly, and hyena-like. You slapped a hand over your mouth but it kept coming as your shoulders were shaking. Three pairs of eyes swung to you at once. You froze mid-giggle then suddenly became very aware of the firelight painting your face.
Horangi tilted his head. “ Your laugh is demonic.”
Ghost wiped his mouth and smirked under the veil. “ Sounds like she’s laughing at your pain, mate. Kinky.”
Horangi snorted so violently he nearly fell off his log. König’s laugh started as a low rumble, then cracked open as the sound vibrated through the space between you.
You wiped your eyes. “ It was funny. Sue me.”
Horangi leaned in, elbows on knees, mischievous. “ Alright, miss hyena. Your turn. Tell us something scary and make us shit ourselves.”
You sighed in a long and dramatic way. “ The only horror story I’ve got is how I’m going to survive the next two semesters and actually graduate this bloody master’s without losing my mind.”
Horangi groaned theatrically. “ No one held a gun to your head and said ‘go back to school.’ You chose this suffering and blame yourself.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “ Wow. Groundbreaking advice and truly life-changing. Thank you, Dr. Phil.”
Ghost’s knee knocked yours again but firmer this time. “ She’s deflecting.”
“ Obviously.” König murmured.
You shot them both a look. “ I’m not deflecting. I’m just…realistic.”
Horangi poked the fire with a stick, sending sparks spiralling. “ Realism is boring. Come on, chingu…give us something. One real ghost story or at least a good urban legend.”
You stared at the flames as you felt the heat on your cheeks then you felt Ghost’s gaze slide over your profile like a physical touch and felt König shift closer but just enough that his shoulder brushed yours and stayed.
The air thickened.
You exhaled. “ Fine. There is one thing that genuinely terrifies me.”
They all leaned in as Horangi eager, Ghost predatory-still, and König wide-eyed. You met Ghost’s eyes first then held them. Then flicked to König. Then back to the fire.
“ Being stuck in the middle of nowhere…with three men who think they’re subtle.”
A beat.
Horangi wheezed.
Ghost’s mouth twitched. “ Subtle?”
König ducked his head while his ears were scarlet.
You shrugged, feigning innocence. “ I mean. The staring, the knee thing, and the lap offered in the car. It’s not exactly discreet.”
Ghost’s voice came low and amused. “ You noticed.”
“ It's hard not to when I’m being crushed between two walking brick walls.”
Horangi clapped once. “ She’s got you both pegged!”
König mumbled something that sounded like an apology in German.
You smirked at the fire. “ Don’t apologise. It’s almost cute. In a terrifying way.”
Ghost leaned closer but close enough that you felt the warmth of him through the dark. “ Cute, huh?”
“ Don’t push it.”
“ Too late.”
The meat hissed louder as Horangi poked it again. “ Food’s done. Someone grab plates before we all combust.”
No one moved as the fire popped. You felt Ghost’s fingers brush the back of your hand where it rested on your knee once while König’s breathing hitched beside you.
Horangi sighed like a disappointed parent. “ You lot are hopeless.”
You stared straight ahead as your heart slammed against your ribs when the night stretched on and the meat cooled on the sticks while no one reached for it and nothing got resolved.
…
The fire had settled into a steady, hypnotic glow, and coals pulsing red under the charred sticks as the sausages and beef were finally done while everyone tore into them with the kind of hunger that only fresh air and suppressed tension could build. Grease glistened on fingers and someone (probably Horangi) had produced metal camp plates that clattered every time a piece of meat was stabbed.
Horangi, mid-bite as he launched into another story without warning.
“ So this one time in Busan, right? Me and some mates sneak into an abandoned hanok because someone swore it was haunted. In the middle of the night, we’re creeping around with flashlights off and total darkness. Then I hear it scritch-scratch-scratch like claws on wood. I freeze then turn around.”
“ And there’s this fucking raccoon the size of a dog while just staring at me with these glowing eyes. I scream like a little girl then trip over a tatami mat and face-plant straight into a pile of old kimchi jars. I smelled like death for a week.”
Ghost didn’t even look up from his plate. “ That’s not haunted. That’s just you being allergic to dignity.”
Horangi pointed a greasy finger. “ It was terrifying! The raccoon hissed!”
“ Raccoons hiss when they’re annoyed. You probably insulted its mother.”
König snorted into his meat. He's trying and failing to stay quiet.
You chewed slowly, fighting a grin. “ You still owe me for dry-cleaning that jacket, by the way.”
Horangi waved it off. “ Details.”
He suddenly stood then grabbed the battered blue cooler from the edge of the campsite and slammed it down between everyone’s boots with enough force to make the bottles inside clink like wind chimes.
“ Celebration time!” He declared.
“ Beer for the survivors of my storytelling.”
You eyed the cooler like it personally offended you. “ This was a mistake. I should’ve stayed home with Netflix and existential dread.”
Horangi popped the lid. Cold mist curled out. “ Don’t act all innocent now, chingu. You and I were practically the founding members of the High Club back in Seoul. Remember that rooftop bar in Gangnam? We closed it down three nights in a row.”
Your face went hot. “ Shut the fuck up, Horangi.”
He cackled, fished out a dripping bottle, and tossed it underhand. You caught it one-handed and immediately regretted the smug look he gave you.
“ See? Still got the skills.”
He lobbed two more while Ghost caught him with a lazy flick of the wrist and König fumbled him for half a second before cradling it like it might explode.
Horangi twisted his open with his and took a long pull. “ For bad decisions and worse company.”
Ghost cracked his bottle against König’s. “ To survive worse.”
The stories shifted after that in the military, real ones, and o raccoons. Ghost spoke first with his voice low and even like he was reciting weather.
“ I joined up when I was teenager. I thought it’d be glorious. First deployment in Helmand. I watched my section get pinned for sixteen hours and lost two before air support showed then came back smelling like cordite and guilt.”
König stared at the neck of his bottle. “ I…signed because I was too tall for anything else and everyone said I’d be useless. Price saw me on the range once then said I had steady hands. Next thing I know I’m in Urzikstan. First real firefight, I froze. I just…stood there while rounds chewed the wall beside me then Price dragged me behind cover and told me freezing once is human. Freezing twice is suicide and I haven’t frozen since.”
Horangi nodded slowly. “ Mexico in Cartel ambush. We were extracting a HVT. Lost comms and we had to fight our way to the LZ on foot. I took a round through the shoulder in clean, but it burned like hell. We kept moving because stopping meant dying and we woke up in medical three days later with Price sitting there reading a fucking newspaper like nothing happened.”
They drank in silence for a moment. You rolled the cold glass against your temple as the beer tasted sharp and grounding while they’d all gone quiet and waiting.
Ghost tilted his head toward you. “ Your turn. Biggest nightmare. Besides the master’s.”
You exhaled through your nose then took a long swallow while the alcohol burned a path straight to your stomach.
“ Seoul. I auditioned for Starlight Entertainment when I was nineteen. I passed and I thought I’d made it. Trainee life sounded romantic like dance, sing, debut, and shine. But reality was different.”
You picked at the label on your bottle.
“ Sixteen-hour days and trainers screaming if your timing was off by half a beat. We weight checks every week and I lose five kilos or you’re on probation. Food got rationed with rice and boiled vegetables if you were lucky. Once a month you’d get real meat if your evaluation was perfect. I lived on instant ramyeon packets I hid in my dorm. After three years…I walked out. I didn't even tell my parents for a month. I just packed a bag and disappeared into a normal life with no spotlights, no cameras, and no one telling me I wasn’t good enough.”
The fire popped when no one spoke. Horangi stared at the ground, Ghost’s jaw worked once, and König’s fingers tightened around his bottle until the glass creaked.
You forced a laugh. “ Anyway. Enough of that. Let’s talk about the time Horangi tried to impress a girl at karaoke and sang ‘Gee’ so off-key the manager cut the mic.”
Horangi’s head snapped up. “ No. No no no—”
“ Too late.” You grinned in mean and bright.
“ He gets to the high note in the chorus, then his voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old, and he panics. He starts doing this…interpretive dance? Flailing, spinning, then he ends up knocking over the tambourine stand, trips into the table with the drinks, and soaks three girls in soju. They chased him out with their heels.”
Ghost barked a laugh while König’s shoulders shook so hard beer sloshed over his knuckles.
Horangi buried his face in both hands. “ I hate you. I hate all of you.”
You leaned back on your elbows as the bottle dangled from your fingers. “ You shouldn’t have brought up the High Club, asshole.”
Ghost’s eyes caught yours across the fire and something hotter flickering underneath. “ She’s ruthless.”
König wiped his eyes. “ I like her.”
Horangi peeked through his fingers. “ Traitor.”
The laughter rolled on, rough and warm, cutting through the heavier things you’d all dragged out. But the air didn’t lighten completely. Ghost shifted closer, barely a centimetre, but you felt it. His knee pressed deliberately against yours again while König’s gaze kept sliding to you and Horangi caught it as he smirked into his beer but he didn’t say a word.
The fire burned lower and the bottles emptied. No one moved to stoke the flames and no one moved to leave the circle. The things left unsaid about the looks, the brushes, and the way your pulse kicked every time Ghost’s voice dropped or König’s breath hitch was only coiled tighter.
…
The cooler was lighter now as the bottles accumulated like spent casings around the fire pit. The beer had passed the “social lubricant” stage and settled into a warm with a buzzing hum under your skin. Not drunk, just loose enough that every laugh came easier and every glance lingered longer as the night had cooled, but the heat between the four of you hadn’t.
Ghost was mid-story like something about a night op in Al Mazrah that ended with him hiding in a goat pen for six hours when the tone shifted. One second they were talking about near-misses and bad extraction, then the next was Soap’s name came up again.
König rubbed the back of his neck with his voice low and embarrassed. “ I once walked in on him…you know. In the showers. After a long patrol, he didn’t even stop. He just looked at me and said, ‘You gonna watch or help?’ I ran.”
Horangi wheezed so hard beer came out his nose. “ You ran? König, you’re built like a tank and you fled from Soap jerking off?”
Ghost’s shoulders shook silently. “ He’s got a point. Soap’s shameless and he thinks the whole barracks is his personal theatre.”
You snorted into your bottle. “ And are you any better?”
Three heads turned.
Horangi grinned behind his mask. “ We’re professionals and discreet.”
“ Bullshit.” You said as the word slipped out bolder than you meant.
Ghost tilted his head. “ Care to elaborate?”
The firelight carved sharp shadows under his eyes. You felt the weight of all three stares again like being pinned under crosshairs.
You took another swallow for courage. “ I’m just saying. You’re in the middle of a war zone then the adrenaline is pumping. People die and you are really telling me none of you ever got…worked up? Like, bad enough you had to take care of it right there?”
Silence, then three simultaneous snorts.
König spoke first, surprisingly steady. “ Of course. Everyone does. You just…find a corner. Or a latrine. Or the back of a Humvee if you’re desperate.”
Horangi leaned forward, elbows on knees. “ I’ve done it in a sniper hide once. Two hours of watching a target through glass but nothing happened. The target never showed and I was so keyed up I nearly blew my own cover finishing.”
Ghost’s voice was gravel. “ Rooftop in Urzikstan. Sand everywhere as I watched a patrol pass below me for forty minutes. I couldn’t move and couldn’t think straight. I had to be quiet and nearly bit through my glove.”
You stared at him. “ You’re joking.”
He didn’t blink. “ Dead serious.”
The laughter that followed was darker and rougher like its an acknowledgement more than amusement. Then Horangi turned innocent eyes on you.
“ So…” He said sweetly.
“ How exactly did you survive the drive up here, chingu? Sandwiched between these two mountains while thighs pressed together and every bump…grinding…”
Your face ignited. “ I didn’t—”
Ghost cuts in but he's calm as if discussing the weather. “ You did. Little hitches in your breathing every time we hit gravel and your hips are shifting. You thought we wouldn’t notice?”
König nodded solemnly. “ You made a sound. Small but there.”
You sputtered. “ I was uncomfortable! You’re both built like fucking wardrobes!”
Horangi cackled. “ Uncomfortable. Right. That’s why I heard those tiny moans from the backseat. I’m not blind or deaf.”
Ghost leaned closer but close enough the heat of him cut through the night chill. “ You were rocking subtlety. But consistent. Every time the road dipped, you pressed forward then left a nice wet spot on my thigh and König’s too.”
Your mouth dropped open. König lifted one massive leg slightly then angled it toward the firelight. There was a faint, but unmistakable darker fabric on the inside of his cargos.
Ghost did the same and it has the same evidence.
You wanted the ground to swallow you.
Horangi clapped once, delighted. “ Look at that. Matching souvenirs.”
“ I hate all of you.” You whispered.
Ghost’s voice dropped lower. “ You didn’t hate it then.”
“ I was trapped!”
“ You could’ve said stop.” König murmured.
Horangi snorted. “ She didn’t want to stop. Look at her face…red as a tomato and still squirming.”
You crossed your arms tight and tried to disappear into your jacket. “ You’re all disgusting.”
“ Greedy, maybe.” Horangi corrected cheerfully.
“ They got their first taste and didn’t even invite me. That's rude.”
Ghost huffed. “ You were driving.”
“ Still. Manners.”
König shifted closer again. His knee nudged yours deliberately this time. “ You…smelled good. When you—”
“ Stop.” You hissed, mortified and throbbing in equal measure.
Ghost’s gloved fingers brushed your wrist. “ You’re still thinking about it.”
“ I’m thinking about pushing all three of you into the lake.”
Horangi grinned wider. “ You’d have to get up close to do that and might end up back in someone’s lap.”
The fire popped loudly and sent sparks spiralling. You looked between them with Ghost’s steady, predatory stare; König’s flushed ears and guilty-hungry eyes; Horangi’s shameless delight. The beer buzz thrummed louder in your veins when no one moved to stoke the fire and no one suggested turning in.
Horangi finally broke the silence, voice teasing but edged. “ So…round two of confessions. Who wants to admit they’re hard right now?”
Three hands stayed suspiciously still.
You swallowed. “ You’re all animals.”
Ghost’s mouth curved under the veil. “And you’re still sitting here.”
König’s breath hitched and barely audible.
Horangi raised his bottle in mock toast. “ To make terrible decisions and even worse self-control.”
You clinked yours against Ghost's then König’s. The glass rang like a warning shot as the night stretched thinner while the stains on their pants caught the firelight again and nothing got any less tense.
…
The beer bottles lay scattered like fallen soldiers outside the tent flap. The fire had burned down to embers, but the heat inside the nylon walls was something else entirely thick, suffocating, and alive. You barely registered the transition from campfire circle to being hoisted over someone’s shoulder like a prize. Ghost’s grip was iron around the backs of your thighs, his other arm banded across your lower back. Every step jolted you, ass bouncing against his collarbone, and you yelped in half outrage and half something dangerously close to a moan.
“ Put me down, you fucking caveman!” You hissed while smacking uselessly at the broad expanse of his back.
“ This is disgusting…you’re all disgusting!”
Ghost didn’t even break stride. “ Keep lying to yourself, sweetheart. Your cunt’s already crying for it.”
Horangi unzipped the tent entrance with a flourish and stepped aside. “ Divider’s coming down. No more pretending we’re civilized.”
He yanked the hanging tarp away in one rough pull and let it crumple in the corner. The single large sleeping area yawned open as the three mats pushed together, sleeping bags unzipped and spread like an invitation. Ghost didn’t set you down gently as he slammed you onto the padded ground hard enough to punch the breath from your lungs, but the layers beneath softened the impact. You bounced once. Then he was on you, looming while one gloved hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just holding and claiming.
“ Look at you…” He growled as his voice like broken glass dragged over velvet.
“ Acting like you didn’t spend the whole drive humping my thigh like a bitch in heat. Pathetic little slut can’t even admit she’s dripping.”
His free hand shoved between your legs and forced them wide then his knees pinned to the sleeping mat. You whimpered since you couldn't help it. Horangi and König stood at the foot of the makeshift bed and their silhouettes were massive against the faint glow filtering through the tent mesh. Then hands were everywhere. Horangi at this moment, grabbed the hem of your shirt and ripped it. The fabric tore with a satisfying shred as the cool air hit your skin. You gasped when he slapped your bare breast then the other.
“ Fuck...look at these tits.” Horangi sneered.
“ They are begging to be used. You’ve been playing innocent this whole time, chingu? Acting like you’re above getting railed? Bullshit.”
König was already palming the obscene bulge in his cargos with his eyes dark and glassy behind the hood.
“ She’s shaking already.” He murmured.
Ghost dropped his head and latched onto your nipple while his hot mouth through the rough weave of his sniper veil. The texture scraped deliciously when he sucked hard and bit while you arched since you couldn’t stop yourself. He slammed his hips down in retaliation and grinding the thick ridge of his cock against your soaked centre when the friction through layers made you cry out.
“ Stay. Down.” He snarled against your skin.
You glanced sideways while Horangi and König had their cocks out now. They stroked themselves lazily while they watched Ghost devour your chest. Horangi knelt first as he grabbed your left hand then wrapped your fingers around his shaft and hissed at the contact. Then König took your right. His length dwarfed your palm and you barely closed your fingers around him. Both men groaned while their heads were lolling back then Ghost’s fingers found your slit.
“ Still gonna pretend you don’t want this?” He rumbled and circling your clit with cruel precision.
“ Deny it all you want. This sloppy cunt’s telling the truth.”
He hooked his mask up as he spit directly onto your pussy then dove in with his tongue flat and broad licks. Then pointed while spearing inside while his lips sealed over your clit and sucked.
Your back bowed off the mat.
He laughed into you as the vibration straight to your core. “ There she is. Filthy little whore can’t help herself.”
Horangi moved first. He swung a leg over your chest and straddled your ribs. He squeezed both breasts together then slid his cock into the valley. He fucked your tits slowly at first while the tip bumping your chin with every thrust.
“ No one never told me my best friend was such a greedy fucking slut.” He hissed.
“ If I’d known you were this horny all the time, I’d have pulled over on the M6, bent you over the bonnet, and fucked you raw till you couldn’t walk. I should’ve known. That you're always a cock-hungry bitch.”
He fisted his length then slapped the head against your lips. “ Open and suck my balls. Worship them like the desperate whore you are.”
You obeyed with your tongue out and licked the heavy sac then sucked one into your mouth then the other salty skin while Horangi cursed in Korean. When he was satisfied, he pulled away with a wet pop then König took his place instantly. His cock was obscene. It's longer than your face and thicker than your wrist. He pressed your breasts around the base and they couldn’t even cover half his length when the flushed head reached past your mouth.
He laughed. “ It's too big for your pretty tits. Look at that.”
He slapped the heavy shaft across your cheek and the weight of it stung.
“ Open wide.” He ordered.
“ Suck my balls too and show me how good this slut mouth is.”
You did as you licked the seam, sucked, and tongue swirling. König groaned in deep and broken German curses falling from his lips. “ Fuck…ja, genau so. Good girl…suck harder—”
He pulled back with a lewd and wet sound. But Ghost hadn’t stopped when his three thick fingers plunged inside you as he hit that spot. Over and over while his mouth stayed locked on your clit by sucking, flicking, and relentlessly as the heat coiled tight. It's too fast and too much.
You shattered when your back arching so hard your shoulders left the mat. A broken cry tore out of you as you squirted then coating Ghost’s chin, his mask, and the sleeping bag beneath. Your legs were trembling and chest heaved. Ghost pulled his fingers free slowly and brought them to his mouth then sucked them clean with a satisfied groan.
“ Fucking delicious.” He muttered.
“ Look at the mess you made. The dirty little slut can’t even control herself.”
Horangi laughed. “ She’s shaking like a leaf. Pathetic.”
König stroked himself faster while his eyes fixed on the slick shining between your thighs. “ She’s not done. Not even close.”
Ghost wiped his mouth with the back of his glove as he leaned down and close enough you tasted yourself on his breath through the mask.
“ Round two, sweetheart.” He whispered.
“ And this time we’re not stopping till you’re crying for mercy.”
Your pulse roared in your ears when the tent smelled of sex, pine and sweat since no one moved to stop and no one was going to.
…
The tent was a furnace of skin and ragged breaths when the clothes lay in shredded heaps near the entrance while yours torn beyond salvage and theirs discarded in haste. Ghost, Horangi, and König stood over you, naked now with their cocks heavy and flushed, slapping up against their abs with every shallow breath. Their thick veins pulsed along their lengths as the pre-cum already beaded at the tips. They stroked themselves lazily while staring down at your wrecked body with your legs splayed, chest heaving, cunt glistening and swollen from Ghost’s tongue and fingers.
Ghost nudged Horangi’s shoulder with a gloved knuckle. “ Best friend first. Don’t keep her waiting, mate.”
Horangi’s eyes darkened above his mask as he dropped to his knees between your thighs without another word. His tip nudged your entrance and slicking itself in the mess already leaking from you. He hissed through clenched teeth when Korean curses spilling low and filthy as he pushed in slowly in one long and deliberate slide. Your walls fluttered around him; you whimpered, nails digging into the sleeping mat.
“ Fuck...조용히 해, 이 더러운 년.” He growled. (Shut up, you filthy bitch.)
“ You're so fucking tight. I've been dreaming about splitting this cunt open for years.”
He bottomed out and stayed there a second while letting you feel every thick inch. Then he started moving and each thrust dragging a broken sound from your throat. Both hands wrapped your throat, not choking but owning while his thumbs pressed under your jaw.
“ Did you know many nights I jerked off to your pictures?” He rasped.
“ One selfie…then bam…I cum all over my screen. I had to wipe my phone down like a fucking teenager and you had no idea. None.”
He rolled his hips harder.
“ I saw you in the backseat.” He continued while his voice cracked with lust.
“ Humping Ghost’s thigh. Grinding on König like a desperate little bitch. You thought I didn’t notice? I fucking knew. Every moan. Every hitch. I should’ve slammed the brakes, dragged you out onto the asphalt, and let all three of us wreck you right there on the road. While the cars passing, and horns blaring, we didn’t give a shit. We just wanted to stuff this greedy hole till you screamed.”
He snapped his hips faster and brutal now. The wet and obscene sound of him pounding into you filled the tent. He folded over you, chest to chest, and hugged you tight while he drilled mercilessly then his teeth grazed your ear.
“ Cum for me, slut. Milk my cock like the cock-hungry whore you are.”
You shattered when your walls clamping down and vision whiting out. Horangi groaned while his hips stuttered as he flooded you then hot spurts painted your insides. He trembled above you and panting curses into your hair. When he finally pulled out, a thick gush of cum followed dripping down your ass and pooling on the mat.
“ Fucking hell.” Ghost muttered.
König exhaled shakily. “ You already ruined just one cock, but you have two more to be satisfied.”
Horangi grinned, breathless. “ She’s just getting started.”
Ghost was next. He didn’t tease when his fat tip scooped through the leaking mess and pushed Horangi’s cum back inside as he thrust in one brutal stroke. You cried out while your nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red trails.
“ There we go.” He growled against your ear.
“ Take it, you filthy little cock sleeve. Look at you…legs shaking, cunt stuffed and still begging for more. Pathetic.”
You hooked your ankles behind his waist while pulling him deeper.
He laughed. “ You needy bitch. Wrapping around me like you’ll die without it.”
He kissed you then as his mask tugged just high enough while his hips snapped forward when his tip battered your cervix with every stroke. He gripped a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so he could watch your face twist.
“ Such a pretty wreck.” He murmured in almost tenderness then ruined it.
“ You dumb slut can’t even think straight with a dick in her. Just a set of holes for us to use.”
He curved deeper until the bulge of him showed faintly under your skin.
“ Look at that…” Horangi laughed.
“ She’s got him imprinted on her fucking stomach.”
Ghost buried his face in your neck and teeth scraping. “ Cum again, whore. Soak my cock and show me how much you love being filled.”
You did in third? Fourth? It didn't matter. You clenched hard and gushed around him. He groaned and pumped you full in laziness then grinding thrusts to force every drop deeper. When he pulled out, another obscene flood followed. He gripped his still-hard length and slapped the swollen head against your clit that made you jolted.
“ Too much?” He mocked.
“ Poor baby.”
König moved last. He lay on his side beside you when his massive frame dwarfed yours. One huge hand hooked under your knee then lifted your leg high and opened you wide as he notched himself at your entrance and pushed slowly. You whimpered when his girth was obscene, stretching you past comfortable, and past reason.
“ Shh.” He murmured into your neck.
“ Good girl. Take it all.”
He sank inch by inch until he bottomed out when his tip pressed right against your womb. Then he started moving as he let you feel the drag and the stretch. The new angle made everything sharper and deeper as you could feel him in your throat. He picked up speed until the bulge in your lower belly rose and fell with every thrust.
Horangi whistled. “ Fucking hell. Look at her stomach. He’s rearranging her organs.”
Ghost laughed darkly. “ She loves it. Look at her face. It's dumb and drooling.”
König wrapped one arm around your throat while the other pinned your lifted leg. He fucked you harder, rougher, and whispering filth in broken German and English.
“ Dirty little thing…taking three cocks like it’s your job… you greedy cunt swallowing everything we give you.”
You came again when your walls fluttered wildly around him. König groaned and spilled inside you, hips jerking, and filling you to overflowing. He stayed buried for long moments while panting against your neck and before easing out. A river of cum followed dripping down your thighs and soaking everything beneath. Ghost moved immediately as he spread your legs wider then scooped two fingers through the creamy mess leaking from you as he brought them to your mouth.
“ Clean it up, slut. Taste what we did to you.”
You sucked and your tongue swirling around his fingers. The taste was salty, musky, and filthy. All three men groaned in unison.
Horangi stroked himself again and was already half-hard. “ Fuck. She’s still hungry.”
König’s voice was wrecked. “ We’re not done.”
Ghost pulled his fingers free with a wet pop then smearing the last of the mess across your lips.
“ Round two.” He said quietly.
“ And this time we’re not taking turns.”
Your pulse thundered when the tent smelled like sex in raw and overwhelming. You were trembling and none of them looked anywhere near satisfied.
…
The embers outside had died to faint red pinpricks when Ghost hauled you out of the tent by the waist like you weighed nothing when the cool night air slapped your overheated skin and raised goosebumps over the fresh bruises already blooming across your throat and tits.
“ Round two starts now.” He growled and dropped you onto the soft grass beside the dying fire pit.
“ Tent’s too small for what we’re about to do to you.”
You tried to push up on shaking arms. “ You’re all fucking insane—”
Horangi was already behind you, knees bracketing your hips when he spat into his palm and slicked his cock, then pressed the blunt head against your ass without preamble.
“ Relax, chingu.” He purred with his voice dark with amusement.
“ Or don’t. It makes it tighter.”
You hissed as he pushed in when he's stretching the ring of muscle until tears pricked your eyes. He bottomed out with a guttural Korean curse and hips flush against your ass.
“ Fuck…look at that greedy little hole swallowing me.” He muttered.
“ I've been waiting years to claim this too.”
He started moving in short and punishing thrusts that made your whole body jolt. Ghost knelt in front while fisting your hair and feeding his cock past your lips while König stroked himself beside you, waiting his turn. Horangi fucked your ass raw until he came with a snarled “씨발” flooding deep.
When he pulled out as the cum trickled down your thighs. Ghost took his place immediately and making you scream around König’s length the second he shoved into your mouth. They rotated like that for the next two rounds: one in your ass, one in your cunt, and one down your throat. Different angles and different orders. Always rough and always degrading.
“ Three cocks and you still look hungry.” Ghost rasped while he drilled your pussy while König’s shaft stretched your ass beside him in a brutal double penetration that had you sobbing around Horangi’s dick.
“ What a perfect set of fuckholes.”
König’s hands bruised your hips. “ She’s clenching. Fuck…she likes being split open.”
Horangi laughed breathlessly while hips snapped. “ Told you she’s been a slut for us since the car. I should’ve known the second she moaned.”
They pulled out only to rearrange. Two in your cunt this time and stretching you impossibly wide while the third fucked your ass. The burn was exquisite agony when you came so hard your vision blacked for seconds. They didn’t stop and they just kept using you until each of them had painted your insides at least twice. Eventually they dragged you to the SUV. Ghost propped the back hatch open, yanked out his phone, and hit record without a word.
“ Smile for the camera, sweetheart.” He said.
“ König’s gonna ruin you from behind while you ride me.”
König bent you over the cargo floor while his cock slammed back into your dripping cunt while you straddled Ghost’s lap in reverse and sank down onto him. The stretch was obscene when the two cocks grinding against each other inside you through that thin wall. Ghost angled the phone so the lens caught every wet slide, every jiggle of your tits, and every time your mouth fell open in a broken moan.
“ Look at her…” Ghost narrated the recording.
“ Taking two cocks like she was born for it. You greedy little cum-dump can’t get enough.”
König’s thrusts turned feral until he came again with a choked German curse. Ghost followed seconds later and flooded you while the camera stayed trained on the creamy mess leaking out around both shafts. They didn’t stop there. Back at the campsite they rotated again. They triple penetration every way they could manage. One in each hole then two in your ass while Ghost fucked your throat. Then two in your cunt while Horangi claimed your ass again.
You lost count of orgasms and lost count of loads. Your body was slick and marked everywhere. Their teeth indents on your shoulders, hickeys ringing your throat like a collar, and red handprints blooming across your ass cheeks. By the time they finally collapsed, the grass was stained, your thighs trembled uncontrollably, and every inch of you felt claimed.
Ghost flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving, and cock still half-hard against his thigh.
“ Best fuck I’ve ever had.” He panted.
“ I could do this every night and still not get tired of wrecking you.”
König lay on your other side, and a massive frame curled protectively even after everything.
“ First time I’ve come more than twice in one go.” He admitted.
“ You…broke me.”
Horangi sprawled across your legs while grinning up at the stars. “ Best camping trip in history. Next time I’m bringing rope and lube. Lots of lube.”
You tried to laugh and ended up wheezing. “ You three made sure I won’t walk for weeks. Congratulations, assholes.”
Horangi snorted. “ You were in heat, chingu. You are practically begging in the backseat. We’re just good men giving you what you need.”
You rolled your eyes.
Ghost’s hand shot out and gripped your jaw. “ Do that again and we’ll fuck you until this trip ends. Non-stop. No breaks and see how many loads it takes before you pass out.”
You glared, but the threat sent a fresh pulse through your overused cunt. They laughed then softened. Ghost sat up first as he grabbed a huge camping towel from the pile, and draped it over your shivering body. Horangi fetched water bottles and a pack of baby wipes because of course he packed those. König carefully wiped the worst of the mess from between your thighs while murmuring soft German praise the whole time.
“ You're so good for us.” Ghost said quietly while his thumb brushed a bruise on your collarbone.
“ You took everything we gave you. Our perfect little slut.”
König nodded with his eyes reverently. “ Beautiful, even covered in us.”
Horangi kissed your temple. “ You were incredible.”
You caught yourself staring at their cocks that were still twitching and still semi-hard despite the marathon.
Horangi noticed then smirked. “ Eyes up, greedy. Or we start round…what is it now? Eight?”
You groaned. “ If you keep fucking me like rabbits, your next release is gonna be blood instead of cum. I’m serious.”
Ghost chuckled darkly. “ Worth it.”
König’s ears went pink even after everything. “ Very worth it.”
Horangi just grinned wider. “ Next weekend?”
You pulled the towel tighter while hiding your smile. “ You’re all deranged.”
Ghost leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth. “ Deranged and yours.”
The night settled quiet around you as the crickets, distant owl, and the faint rustle of wind through pines. While the four bodies tangled together under the open sky that were sticky, marked, exhausted, and already plotting the next time.
…
The morning sun sliced through the pines like a blade and turned the dew-soaked grass into a glittering minefield. Soap and Captain Price crested the final rise while their boots crunching gravel and rucksacks slung low. They’d driven the last stretch in silence as Price white-knuckled the wheel and Soap hummed tunelessly to fill the quiet.
Both of them needed this. Paperwork had become torture and briefings had become sermons. Nature, they figured, would be merciful.
What they found instead looked like the aftermath of a very specific kind of artillery barrage.
The campsite was carnage. Embers smoldered in a blackened ring. Empty beer bottles glinted like shrapnel. Clothes are torn, inside-out, and scattered that hang from low branches like battle flags. The tent sagged drunkenly to one side, one pole bent at a tragic angle, and zipper half-undone like it had given up mid-fight. A sleeping mat lay outside and stained beyond decency then the cooler sat overturned while the lid cracked.
Soap stopped dead.
“ Bloody hell.” He breathed.
“ Did they get hit by a mortar?”
Price’s hand was already on his sidearm with his eyes were narrow and scanning treeline.
“ Quiet.” He murmured.
“ Weapons up and move slowly.”
Soap nodded once then sling his rifle off his shoulder. Safety off and finger indexed. They advanced in practiced formation. Price left while Soap right as they are clearing angles and boots silent on pine needles.
The tent flap fluttered in the breeze when Price raised a fist to stop. Soap tilted his head toward the sagging nylon then Price gave a curt nod. On three and silent counts, they surged forward. Price ripped the zipper down in one violent yank then both men leveled weapons inside.
“ Hands—!”
The word died when the four naked bodies sprawled across a nest of unzipped sleeping bags and one very large and very cum-stained towel. You were in the middle. You curled on your side, hair a wreck, throat ringed with dark hickeys, and thighs marked red from hands and teeth.
Ghost lay behind you while his one possessive arm draped over your waist and face half-buried in your neck even in sleep. König curled in front with his massive frame spooning you protectively and one hand cupping your breast like it belonged there. Horangi was sprawled at your feet with one leg thrown over yours and snoring softly into the crook of your knee.
For one frozen second, no one breathed.
Then Price muttered. “Christ almighty” and kicked Horangi’s shoulder. Horangi groaned as he cracked one eye open when he saw the rifle barrels, and yelped.
“ Fuck!”
The four of you jolted awake in a chaotic scramble. Hands flew to cover genitals as you snatched at the towel but missed. Ghost grabbed a sleeping bag corner. König threw an arm across your chest like a human shield. Horangi just flailed, swearing in Korean.
“ Dammit…eyes up!” Ghost snarled with his voice gravel-thick with sleep and murder.
“ You lot could’ve fucking knocked!”
Soap lowered his rifle first then burst out laughing so hard he nearly dropped it.
“ Oh my God. Price, look at this! They’ve turned the Peaks into a porno set!”
Price kept his weapon half-raised and his face was thunderous. “ Soap.”
“ No, no…seriously, Cap! They shared one lass like it was a bloody ration pack! I’m praying she’s still got all her limbs attached!”
You groaned, mortified, then yanked the towel over your chest. “ Can you two please fuck off for five minutes?”
Ghost shot Soap a death glare. “ Next time send a text or better…don’t come at all.”
Horangi finally located his boxers as he yanked them one-handed while shielding his dignity with the other. “ What the hell are you doing here?”
Price exhaled through his nose like a bull about to charge. “ We wanted to join the nature trip. Work’s been a grinder. We thought fresh air might help.”
He gestured at the wreckage. “ We didn’t expect you’d turn it into a goddamn gangbang summit.”
König mumbled. “ We…were just having fun.”
Soap wheezed. “ Fun? Mate, you’ve got handprints on her arse that look like topographic maps! And damn, is that a bite mark on her tit?”
“ Shut it, MacTavish.” Price snapped.
Soap pressed his lips together but failed. A snort escaped then another. Soon he was doubled over, rifle across his knees, and shoulders shaking. Ghost stood while his cock still half-hard against his thigh because apparently four rounds weren’t enough. He grabbed his cargos from a bush and yanked them on without ceremony.
“ You two done gawking?” He growled.
Price finally lowered his sidearm and rubbed his temple. “ Get dressed. All of you. And find something to cover her properly before I have an aneurysm.”
Horangi tossed you the massive towel and finally located it under König’s elbow. You wrapped it around yourself like armor while your cheeks were flaming. König pulled on his pants with the speed of a man escaping a war crime tribunal. Ghost zipped his fly with unnecessary violence. Horangi just shrugged into a hoodie and called it good.
Price crossed his arms. “ Explain.”
Horangi grinned and was shameless. “ What’s to explain? We went camping and things escalated. She’s fine. More than fine.”
You glared at him. “ I can speak for myself, asshole.”
Soap wiped tears from his eyes. “ She sounds functioning. That’s a win.”
“ MacTavish.” Price warned.
Soap raised both hands. “ Sorry, Cap. It’s just…look at them. They’re glowing like they’ve been to church and got the holy spirit straight in the arse.”
Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose. “ I will shoot you.”
“ Promises.” Soap sing-songed.
Price stepped closer and surveyed the damage again. “ You three are unbelievable and selfish. You could’ve at least sent coordinates before turning this into…whatever the hell this is.”
Horangi shrugged. “ We didn’t think you’d want in.”
Soap’s eyebrows shot up. “ Excuse me? You didn’t think we’d want in on the nature gangbang? Rude.”
Price shot him a look that could’ve stripped paint. “ Enough.”
You sighed while you clutched the towel tightly. “ Can we maybe…pretend this didn’t happen? At least until I can stand without wobbling?”
König winced. “ Sorry.”
Horangi smirked. “ Not sorry.”
Ghost just stared Soap down like he was calculating windage.
Price rubbed his face again. “ Right. New plan. You lot clean this shit up. Soap and I will set up our own tent that is fifty meters that way. We’ll pretend we saw nothing and you pretend you’re not walking funny for a week.”
Soap grinned. “ Can I at least take a picture? For morale?”
“ MacTavish.”
“ Shutting up, Cap.”
The six of you stood there in the awkward dawn light with the two clothed and armed newcomers while four half-naked wrecks trying to salvage dignity.
Soap finally holstered his sidearm. “ So…breakfast? Or are we skipping straight to debrief?”
Horangi snorted. “ Debrief my arse.”
Ghost muttered. “ You already did.”
Price groaned. “ I need coffee and therapy.”
You pulled the towel tighter while hiding your smile despite everything. The morning after was excruciating with the awkward glances then stilted small talk over instant coffee.
Soap kept humming “I Will Survive” under his breath until Ghost threatened to bury him in the lake. But beneath the bickering, the embarrassment, and the lingering ache between your thighs.
There was a current, still heavy, and still electric.
Soap caught the motion and laughed again but silently this time, shoulders shaking.
Price muttered under his breath as he turned away. “ Fucking children. All of them.”
The morning dragged on in excruciating awkwardness. The tent poles got straightened, bottles collected, and clothes sorted from the carnage. Coffee brewed over a hastily rebuilt fire as you sat wrapped in the towel and one of Ghost’s oversized hoodies, knees drawn up, and trying to disappear.
Soap kept shooting you sympathetic-but-amused glances. König hovered like a nervous guard dog. Horangi kept smirking every time your eyes met. Ghost just stared into his mug like it owed him money.
Price finally broke the tension. “ Right. Ground rules. No more…extracurriculars while we’re all here. We’re on leave. Not on a porno set.”
Soap raised his hand like a schoolboy. “ Permission to ask one question, sir?”
Price glared. “ No.”
“ Too late, hehe.” Soap said.
“ Did she at least get to cum more times than any of you?”
Horangi choked on his coffee then König went beet red while Ghost’s knuckles whitened around his mug.
You buried your face in your hands. “ I hate all of you.”
Price pinched his nose again. “ Soap. Shut. Up.”
Soap grinned wider. “ Yes, sir."
The fire crackled as the birds sang while awkwardness settled in like fog. And somewhere under it all, there was still that low, simmering heat and the kind that promised this trip was far from over even with two more witnesses.
Author's Note:
Well, after months of ghosting you, I suppose I should say hello. I miss you too, and maybe I'll see you soon...haha, just kidding.
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The overnight EuroNight sleeper train from Vienna to Venice was quiet after the Austrian border—most passengers tucked into their couchettes, curtains drawn, the soft clack of rails and occasional sway the only sounds.
He’d been edging himself discreetly for the past hour—fingers circling his clit under the blanket, thighs pressed together—when he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. The compartment door had slid open quietly sometime after midnight. Five men had entered, claiming the empty berths like they belonged there.
Luca spoke first, voice low and accented. “You’ve been making little noises up there. Smells like you need help.”
Taehyung’s heart raced. “I—I’m fine—”
https://www.patreon.com/posts/152043870?utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=android_shareMalik stood, climbing the ladder halfway. “Don’t lie, beau. We can hear how wet you are.”
Before Tae could protest, hands reached up—gentle but firm—pulling the blanket away and tugging his joggers down to his knees. His pussy was exposed: puffy lips glistening, clit swollen, slick already dripping onto the thin mattress.
Diego whistled low. “Fuck… no panties. Just leaking for us.”
“Gonna mark you with everything we’ve got,” Jamal rumbled.
Diego took the other side—cock sliding along Tae’s inner thigh, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum, then rubbing the shaft against Tae’s puffy lips, smearing pre-cum into the slick. Malik joined—rubbing his leaking tip over Tae’s perky tits, circling the nipples until they shone wet.
