Synopsis: "Shush love..go back to sleep. M' just having the dinner you left out for me.”
Or: Somnophilia sex with Captain John Price. That's it, that's the post.
A/N: First time posting smut kinda nervous, If I find a minor/ageless blog interacting with this they will be blocked immediately no warning given!
Warning/Tags: Smut, consensual Somnophilia, if you squint there's a breeding kink, position may not be realistic, I wouldn't know.
It had been late when he came home, tired and worn out by the day. John had been stuck in a briefing first, hour long nonsensical debates that could've been solved had either party fully listened to the other. But as it stood. Generals hate being wrong and the guy they send from intelligence would rather go down than give in when being argued with. Now at 3:27am in the morning he finally made it home, boots kicked off at the door, his hat hung on the little coat hanger you'd specifically added to the rest for him to place it there. He found you not in bed but curled up on the couch, two plates of dinner on the coffee table both untouched and cold even if he had told you explicitly not to wait for him. You'd done it anyways and John had half a mind to wake you up and bend you over his knee for it but he wouldn't. Not now, not when you looked so peaceful.
So peaceful he should feel ashamed of himself for the way his blood rushed south and all his thoughts turned dirtier than he'd like to admit. There you were, his pretty girlfriend laying on the couch in what he recognized as one of his shirts, having fallen asleep waiting for him, and all he could do was stand in the doorway to the living room hard enough his jeans became uncomfortable. It took John all of three steps to cross the room and half a second to be on his knees, your legs hooked over his shoulders. At least he was patient enough to carefully drag your panties down beforehand enough so they rested below your knees behind his head. John had ripped one too many pairs by now and you'd scolded him for it. He would buy you a hundred more if it meant he could tear them off you with his teeth. Though today instead he settles for something less aggressive but no less needy, not even bothering to wake you up before he uses his tongue to lick through your folds, entrance to clit staying there to suck on the bundle of nerves.
It took around fifteen minutes for you to open your eyes a little, sluggish and disorientated from sleep but the firm buzz of pleasure had driven you to wake up, whining softly into the couch cushion as John pressed a finger inside of you, murmuring something incoherent against your clit. "John?" Your voice actually gave him a reason to pause and he looks up from his position smiling at you as if everything was alright. "Shush love..go back to sleep. M' just having the dinner you left out for me." His words barely fully register, had they you might've flicked his forehead for them but right now all you could focus on was the warm feeling of pleasure coiling in your lower belly while you laid back down, content with letting John go as he pleased. Not that he intended to have you cum on his fingers, he was far too greedy for that. So when he felt you clench a little tighter around the intruding digits he stopped, ignoring your mumbled protest about it and how mean he was. He was far too busy undoing his belt and almost ripping his pants off. By the point his jeans pooled down at his waist you already found yourself practically folded in half by John, your knees resting against your chest and him draped over your body. He didn't even bother to wait after lining himself up just pushed forward, setting a far too ruthless pace for your half asleep body. It had you functionally useless beneath him, moaning quietly while you let John pound you into the couch as if his life depended on it. He felt like it did, had missed you all day, couldn't ever help himself in that aching desire for you. "That's it darlin', there you go. Takin' me so well."His voice felt somehow more sinful this close to your ear and breathy than his other actions combined, the praise causing you to babble back something that maybe, just maybe with a little more consciousness would've made up words but now consisted of meaningless whining and noises. "You're alright dove, you'll get to go back to sleep soon."John's words were punctuated by both particular deep thrusts and kisses to the side of your neck, messy and with more desire and need than plan and reason. "Didn't want t' wake you up luv' but I just had to have you.. you were lookin' so sweet f'me." John usually prided himself with his endurance but right now hearing your whispy breathing and little moans drove him half into insanity and halfway too closer to an orgasm than he'd likely ever admit. He had to hold back, had to have you come undone for him first or he'd never forgive himself for it. "Come on doll. Be good for me." He encouraged, sucking a new hickey into the crook of your neck right where an older one had just begun to fade away finally. You hadn't needed his encouragement, already on edge from earlier and now just dangling there after John had ruined it the first time by interrupting. Right now his words had been enough to fully push you over, have you tense beneath him and whine the first coherent noise in about twenty minutes, that being John's name. "Fuck dove that's it. That's it darlin' you're so good for me." John countered, the rhythm of his thrust becoming more and more erratic rather than the precise movements that usually spoke of his ample self-control. He had none left right now, chasing after his own orgasm now that he'd seen you fall apart on his cock, seen your half lidded eyes flutter. John, as much as he'd like to deny it was a mess for you, a mess made of desire and need and it showed even when he came, keeping up the unsteady thrusts until he was sure he'd fucked even the last drop of his cum deep enough into you that if it weren't for the birth control you took it would take. Only then did he slow down and stop, unwilling to part from you so he'd just plucked you from the couch to change position, keeping himself buried to the hilt inside of you as he laid back down with you on his chest, babbling out a tired thanks. "Hush luvie. S' time to go back to sleep." John murmured, kissing your shoulder less feverishly, sending you back off into your dreams.
Synopsis: "It's okay, he just doesn't exactly know how to ask." Miche continues, his voice a low crooning sound against your ear. "I do know how to ask, Miche, thank you." In contrast to Miche's voice Erwin still sounded stern, but somehow almost out of breath like he was holding on by the barest of threads.
Or: MMF threesome with Erwin and Miche after a successful mission
A/N: Poor Erwin he'll have to rewrite all that paperwork. #justiceforthepaperwork. As always minors and ageless blogs interacting will be blocked if I find you!
Warnings/Tags: M-M-F Threesome, unprotected sex, fucking your superiors, degradation, praise, They're like the kink version of good cop bad cop, incorrect correct use of a desk.
Taglist: @perfectly-m1saligned @braunrot
"Good job out there soldiers." It was rare that Erwin had reason to praise his scouts so openly and without any regrets. They'd all made it back safe and sound, ignoring a few minor wounds at least. But that didn't mean the tension was any less high, he could tell. One look at Miche confirmed it, both of their bodies still charged and brimming with adrenaline. So when they all cleared out, slowly but surely you felt a hand wrap around your biceps. "Stay a minute, soldier." For a moment your stomach tied itself into uncomfortable knots. You couldn't remember disobeying any of Erwin's orders, maybe you'd been too slow, maybe too sloppy, maybe one of your actions had- "Erwin you're scaring the poor thing." Miche's voice cuts you out of your spiral, brings you back to the present and has you all too suddenly aware of the warm body pressed to your back and the not too subtle bulge rubbing against your thigh from the front.
"It's okay, he just doesn't exactly know how to ask." Miche continues, his voice a low crooning sound against your ear. "I do know how to ask, Miche, thank you." In contrast to Miche's voice Erwin still sounded stern, but somehow almost out of breath like he was holding on by the barest of threads. "Listen darling, Miche and I need a hand in my office, why don't you come along and help us?" Surprisingly Erwin's tone held none of the order you usually knew from him. This was purely your own choice, and maybe it was a dumb one but you found yourself nodding anyways. You'd help them, one way or another.
They barely make it to Erwin's office and Miche manages just about to lock the door before Erwin has you stood between them again, close enough that your tits subtly press against Miche's chest while your rear gives relief to Erwin's bulge, letting him grind against you for even the smallest amount of friction. "Look at her Commander, isn't she so pretty like this, all flushed." The praise felt weirdly objectifying from Miche's mouth as he talked about you like you weren't even there, both of his hands on your waist to hold you still for Erwin who didn't even bother with responding. He made a grunt in acknowledgment just to pull Miche in, kissing him above you in a way that was not entirely romantic, more pornographic in nature. All teeth and tongue, need and want and barely any self control. All you got was permission to watch, standing between the two being grinded up against while they kissed and slowly undressed you.
"Did so well out there darling." You'd been so distracted by Miche's hand trailing into your panties you hadn't noticed Erwin resting his head against your shoulder, speaking right into your ear while he greedily palmed your breasts, toying with your nipples and rolling both of them between his index and thumb. "Did everything I said, such a good girl for me aren't you? Deserve a nice reward." You'd heard his voice in the past, shouting and commanding or quiet and solemn but never quite like right now, husky and right up against your ear, constrained with need.
"Slut's already all wet. Dripping down her own fucking legs at us making out." Miche cut in, mercilessly thrusting two fingers into you, the palm of his hand rubbing slow agonizing circles against your clit. The sensation had you bite your lip to swallow a moan, overwhelmed from the way the two treated your body like their own little stress toy. Not that you were complaining, or had the brainpower left to complain for that matter. "C'mon doll, move that arse of yours." The demand has you stumble forwards guided by Erwin's hands until Miche's warm but firm body was replaced by cold wood and scattered papers, Erwin's desk being misused to bend you over it. He'd have to rewrite all the documents on it but to hell with that. Right now his concern was all about getting you out of your pants, nearly tearing the seams while he did so. "Look at you, pretty girl. So wet n' ready for us." You weren't given the chance to moan in assent, distracted by Miche's hand going into your hair and pulling your head up by it, clicking his tongue in faux disgust. "Fucking slut, we've barely touched you and you're this wound up? Needy whore." His words were punctuated by the click and fall of two belt buckles and the rustling of both Miche's and Erwin's pants being shoved down with urgency.
Before your brain had time to understand much of the situation the tip of Miche's cock was pressed to your lips demanding entry you all too willingly gave, hollowing your cheeks for him while he took and guided your head, finding out just where you'd gag and keeping his thrusts barely shy of that point. "Dirty girl. Bet you dreamed of this before didn't you doll? Being used by your superiors. You're getting spit all over Erwin's work, don't you feel ashamed?" His words were cruel sure and you wouldn't admit it but they made your knees weak. Not as weak as Erwin's hand made you, resting on the hollow of your spine, just above your hips while he rubbed his length through your folds almost reverently. "Be nice to her, Miche. Such a pretty thing for us aren't you, darling?" You'd have responded if you could, but all that Erwin got was a wet moaning sound muffled from Miche's cock being in the back of your throat. "Fuck, Erwin, make her do that again." Some of the derogatory edge in Miche's voice was lost but you weren't given a chance to focus on it, not with Erwin lining himself up to thrust into you in one long languid move. His hands found purchase on your waist, clamping down like he was afraid you'd leave if he didn't hold you down while he fucked you on to Miche's cock, as if you could or wanted to. They were both chasing their own orgasms, almost forgetting all about you again while you writhed and moaned beneath the two.
Miche was the one to ultimately break first, gentleman enough to pull out and instead make the mess all over your face, and part of Erwin's poor abused documents as well. "Eyes up, princess. Look at your commander." Miche chided, surprisingly quickly regaining his footing enough to force your head back so Erwin could watch your eyes roll back with every other thrust, cum still dripping from your chin. It did him in, in ways he never thought he could be done in, slamming home again and again fucking you through his own right into your orgasm, whispered praises spilling from his lips as he crashed over you, barely catching himself on the desk to not hurt you. "Good girl. Such a perfect girl for us. Took it so well." You don't remember much after the last words of praise, your body and mind turned into what felt like goo, but you certainly didn't complain waking up nuzzled between the two, Miche's arms wrapped around your shoulders with his face hidden in your hair while Erwin pressed the both of you close enough to his chest you could barely breath. Right then you decide, just maybe you could get used to this particular kind of overtime help.
