Makarov entered his private quarters, glaring at you; you were sat on his bed, bathed, silently doing paperwork. Makarov clicked his tongue, "Y/N L/N", you softly perked up, staring at him. "A soldier of mine, informed me that he saw you with...a new recruit.", you froze, "The..blonde one?", you mumbled, Makarov firmly nodded, slowly moving to stand next to the bed, "He...was asking me for directions, sir.", Makarov huffed, "Sure. Why don't you go out there and fuck him too, huh?", you froze, "Sir—", Makarov interrupted you. "I don't want you speaking to rookies. Only me and the others.", you quietly looked down at your lap, nodding, knowing you fucked up.
"Look at me.", your eyes quickly shot up at the warning, "Good boys get rewards, what do bad boys get?", you shivered, quietly swallowing your saliva, "Punishments, sir.", Makarov nodded. "Put your paperwork away.", you quickly stood up, putting your paperwork on top of the desk. Makarov shoved you harshly onto the big, plush bed. He sits down on your chest, grabbing your chin roughly. "Bad boy", you quietly nodded, eyes wide and disappointed in yourself, you shakily placed your hands on his hips. Makarov clicked his tongue, unbuttoning his pants; taking his length out. You opened your mouth, Makarov slapped your face with his girthy dick, and then pressed the tip against your flat tongue. You shakily breathed, gagging as Makarov shoved his entire fat dick in one thrust. You chocked and sputtered; earning you a slap to the cheek, you breathed in, mumbling an apology.
Makarov grinned, gripping the headboard and setting a brutal pace, his fat cock probably bruising your throat and ruining it for anyone else. Your eyes started getting watery—face red, moaning against his cock. The bed slightly rattles by his pace; you don't know if your eyes are hazy from the pleasure or the lack of oxygen. He eventually comes, letting you breathe after swallowing his seed; you quietly hiccup, panting loudly. Makarov slaps you again with the head of his cock, you swallow quietly, opening your mouth again for him. The process repeats a few times until you're laying in bed, dazed, hiccupping against Makarov's pillow, your body melted and fucked-out against the soft, silky bed. Makarov huffs, smiling widely, "My sweet boy, I'm the only one that gets to see you like this, eh?", he whispered sweetly, petting your hair and tucking you against his chest, you nodded, gripping him weakly. "Shh, rest now, soldier. Sleep, I'm here. Always. My sweet pup.", you sniffled, body giving up.
