Get My Kicks (Wanna Start A Rager)
F!reader x Pink Soldier 005, Pink Soldier 007, Masked Officer Ao3 Words: 6.0k Warnings: threesome (consensual swallowing, degradation), cuckolding (creampie, orgasm denial), other (reader is a pink soldier- her number is 009) Other: I love my freaky lil men. My names for the characters are: Lee Jong-il for 007, Park Chi-won for 007, and Kim Chin-woo for Masked Officer! I've never done a cuckolding fic so this was super fun. This can be loosely tied to Rotted Out With Flies (reader's # is the same, but reading that fic is not needed to understand this one so don't worry.)
She actually rather enjoyed her job, regardless of how morbid and filled with death it was. It was easy enough, especially with the separation in her mind between her and the players in the game. Dispose of the trash. That’s all those people- things- are. She doesn’t dwell on it too much when she’s begged to spare their lives, no matter what pointless information they use. So what? You got a kid? Shouldn’t be here then, dumbass. You got a husband? A wife? So unfortunate that they’ll never see you again. Clean up the streets of the filth that runs rampant. That’s her job, at least for the week. Outside of the games her life is much less eventful, probably for the best. She can’t afford to lose all of her humanity.
“Behind you, 009.” A pink soldier says. The way his hand lingers on the small of her back before brushing past her gives away that it’s one of the two soldiers she’s become rather close to. Close might be an overstatement, actually- it’s not like they’re friends or anything. However they do find the time and freedom to have fun. Did it irk the doctor as they all huddled around as they flirted so freely? Hell yeah, but there were closed spaces around that provided more freedom than anywhere else. It wasn’t really a secret, if she were called to answer to the commanding officer about what she and 005 and 007 get up to she’d state bluntly what they do. That’s not to say she bragged about it, as far as she knows the only people who know what they do are themselves and the doctor- who wishes he didn’t know. “009, comin’ up,” another soldier says, following closely behind the first one. She feels her own heart rate start to increase- they’re all headed the same direction for their nightly shift of helping the doctor. It’s one of the few times that she feels anything more than the subtle numbness that follows her like a shadow in this place. She grins beneath her mask, but she doesn’t rush to catch up with them. The last thing that pair needs is a more inflated ego caused by her openly fawning for them. She keeps her steps measured as she follows behind them, keeps her breathing even, keeps her thoughts even and away from the imitate things they share in the basement.
“Takin’ your sweet time today, huh?” One of the soldiers comments when she reaches the door. She’s not entirely sure which one he is, probably 005 since he actually holds the door open for her rather than expecting her to catch it herself like 007 does. “Got worried ‘bout you; thought you might’ve forgotten your duties,” he comments while walking down the steps behind her. “But I also know you’d never miss out on a chance to spend with us.” He adds in a purr, a little too close for comfort as they enter the basement. She was right when she guessed which soldier was behind her since 007 has his mask off and is already helping the doctor maneuver an unconscious, dying player to the table. She removes her mask after pulling her hood down, tugging her balaclava to rest on her neck and 005 mirrors her actions.
“What took you guys so long, don’t tell me you stopped midway down the steps to make out.” 007 says, his lips quirked up in a smirk as he tsks while shaking his head. The doctor grunts, already getting annoyed with the trio just from one sentence. She can’t really blame him, it’s gotta be tough scrambling through organs to try and find something that's usable with 011 sabotaging everything. “Don’t go getting me jealous now, yeah?” 007 and 009 both disarm themselves.
“Nah, man,” 005 starts, putting an arm around her waist, “though I won’t be able to hold back too much longer. She’s just so cute.” He says, his voice edging on mockery as his hand rubs her side.
“Gee, thanks.” She says, rolling her eyes but she doesn’t make an effort to really pull away nor does she sound too mad. “Talking about me like I’m not even here. What am I to you guys?” She sighs, rolling her eyes.
“You know exactly what you are to us, dontcha?” 005 says, snickering. “You’re our precious girl, our pretty soldier.”
007 chimes in, “dont act like you hate us, if you did you wouldn’t be so eager for our-”
“Can you guys just shut the hell up for five minutes?” The doctor says, looking at 007 and then to 007 and 009. “I swear- you’re worse than teenagers who just discovered how to fuck. I would be better off if you three just went away!”
The room goes silent aside from the sound of the scalpel slicing down the body and the doctor moving flesh aside to reach the organs. 009 looks away, clearly embarrassed to be called out so bluntly but 005 and 007 shared a wicked look. It’s like they’re having a silent conversation as 007 steps around the table to join the pair.
“I think that’s a good idea,” 007 says, his voice practically cooing as he tells her face to face him rather than a wall. “Don’t you, 005? Just us, our little soldier, and the freetime to really enjoy ourselves.” He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. His brown eyes search hers for any hint of genuine discomfort while 005 responds, he’s not concerned with her consent but he definitely doesn’t want to deal with a fighting woman tonight.
“It’s a perfect idea. See how good she can take us both this time.” 005 says, grinning as he watches the charged eye contact between 007 and 009. She’s not uncomfortable, at least not uncomfortable in a way that makes either of them believe she’s not interested in the same thing they are. “C’mon, let’s go to the usual spot. It’ll be a tight spot, but I think we can manage.” He says, holding back laughter as he leads 009 by her waist to where they usually fuck at. 007 follows close behind, smacking her ass before groping it.
“It… It’s a fine idea.” She says, finally finding her voice as they make their way to the small, cramped room. It’s hardly bigger than the rooms they reside in, definitely not suited for three alive, moving bodies at once. She stumbles forward slightly when 007 shoves her inside, catching herself against the wall. 005 and 007 have never been ones for gentleness, sweet words, or making her feel special- it’s like she expected anything different- and now they’re feeding off each other’s desires to hear sweet, needy noises from her lips.
“Damn doctor’s kinda smart, huh?” 005 says, palming his already hardening cock through his pink jumpsuit, looking over at 007 and then back to 009. “We don’t gotta worry about nothin’ now. Nothin’ aside from emptying our balls, huh?”
“Damn right,” 007 responds, already unzipping his jumpsuit to allow it to crumble to the floor. His black boxers tent, he’s been waiting for her all damn day so it’s no shock that he’s already ready for her. “Pulling through mewls and moans from this lil thing, coming, and cleaning up. Shit, it’s perfect.” He laughs. It’s a cruel laugh as he closes in to clutch 009’s shoulders and kiss her hard. It’s not a soft kiss, it demands her to kiss back. And kiss back she does, her lips parting immediately to allow him entrance as one of her hands cups his cheek and the other cups the back of his head. She can hear 005 groan as she closes the door, groping himself. He wouldn’t be opposed to just watching his comrade fuck her, but he’d never admit to something like that outloud. He can practically hear the way 007 would react to that, see the way 009 would look at him after he admits something like that.
“Kiss her neck, man- she loves that.” He strains out, unzipping his own jumpsuit and kicking it aside to join 007’s. 007 chuckles, pulling away from her lips to kiss down her neck and nip teasingly until he reaches the point that makes her finger curl up into his hair.
“There? That your special place, baby doll?”
“Mhm,” she nods weakly, tilting her head to give him more access to nip and kiss at the spot that makes her breath catch in her throat.
“She’s such a little slut, I swear, man. She loves- loves it when you call her pet names and show her that stupid loving shit rather than immediately going for it.” 005 says, his green plaid boxers joining the pile of clothing on the floor. He spits down onto his cock, groaning as he strokes himself from base to tip, swiping his thumb over his sensitive head every other stroke. “So easy, dude.”
“I know, right? Love women like her.” 005 laughs, his fingers moving to unzip her jumpsuit, his hands sliding into the suit to cup her breasts. She’s so reactive to every touch, it drives him and 005 crazy with desire so why should he make any further effort to get her in the mood. Sure, maybe she’d enjoy it more, but who the fuck cares?
“I do too, makes it so easy to come. She doesn’t even care if she finishes. Say it, say you don’t care, bitch.”
She groans, she’d love every sensation more if she knew she’d finish at the end of it all but she’s in no position to make demands. “I do, I love it.”
“You love it, what? Say my name, if you can even remember it.” 007 says, kissing upwards to get just below her ear.
“I love it, Chi-won.” She can feel his lips turn into a wicked grin. Such a smart, good girl for remembering his name. He’s surprised she can remember his name since the last time he reminded her of it she was being fucked stupid.
“Say my name, baby girl.” 005 says, the sounds of his hand fisting his cock the only extra noise in the room. “Say you remember mine too?” He sounds almost needy, almost desperate.
“Jong-il.” He grunts when she also gets his name right, his hand tightening for a second around his dick. He loves the way she says, loves seeing her back arch against Chi-won as he slides her jumpsuit down, down, down to her ankles and then cups her panty-clad pussy. The way her hips squirm pleasantly against his hand makes him throb, she’s so cute. Damn shame that after the games they probably won’t ever meet up, but it’s not the time for that line of thought right now.
“Fuck, yes, good girl.” Jong-il groans, his eyes glued to her cunt as Chi-won pushes her legs apart to rub her pussy and bury his head in her neck. “Let Chi-won touch you- just like that. You love it, don’t you?” He lifts his other hand to push her bra down to expose her breasts and her thumb immediately goes to swipe over her nipple until it stiffens into a sensitive peak. “You love us touching you, dontcha, baby girl?”
“Yes, love your hands on me.” She breathes out, holding Jong-il’s hand to cup her breast fully instead of focusing solely on her nipple. “Touch me, please touch me more…”
Chi-won bites her neck at that, her pretty words making his cock throb against her skin through his boxers. “I’d love for us to take turns with you, but we don’t have that kinda time.”
“Fuck yeah, we’ll share this sweet body.” Jong-il says, grinning at 009. “You’re fine with that, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” She mumbles, she’d rather not deal with that mess but it’ll work. Her face must give away her hesitation as Jong-il slides his hand from her chest to her face and pats her cheek condescendingly.
He gives her a mockingly ‘understanding’ look and nod, “now don’t look so sad, baby doll. We’ll make sure you get something out of it too. Now get over to that pile of clothes, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for us while we figure out who takes you where.” He smiles, it’s not a sweet or calming smile and rather it looks almost creepy.
Chi-won pulls away from her, pecking her lips before looking over at Jong-il and giving him a thumbs up while 009 goes over to the crumpled pile of Chi-won and Jong-il’s jumpsuits and kneels down on the clothing to protect her knees. She can’t hear the pair of Soldiers as they whisper to each other and make lewd gestures in reference to her. Her cheeks burn in embarrassment, her face setting into a subtle pout as she stares at them. Her pussy is wet enough to where either of them could be able to fuck her cunt. She doubts they’d attempt anal without lube or prep, so the other one must take her mouth. Typical spitroast, nothing special but maybe she’ll be able to cum this time at least.
“Chi-won here s’gonna take your cunt this time, I figure the man could use a nice tight pussy squeezing the life outta his dick.” Jong-il says, sauntering over to stand in front of her while fisting his cock slowly. He doesn’t wanna bust too soon, but goddamn he could paint her face just from the sight of her looking up at him like that.
“Damn right I am, baby girl. I got you, don’t worry…” Chi-won says, getting on his knees behind her and rubbing his weeping cock against her slit. A loud groan erupts from him just from the sensation, he wants to slam forward- so he does. She lets out a sharp yelp, her walls immediately fluttering around him as her cheek collides with Jong-il’s throbbing dick.
“Easy.” She says, looking back at Chi-won for a split second before Jong-il threads his fingers into her hair and smears his tip against her lips.
“Y’not in the position to make demands here, bitch. You know better.” His grin is absolutely malicious as he stares down at her, biting his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he gets his tip between her lips. He moans, his hips immediately twitching to push in further and feel more of her velvety mouth around him. His eyes flutter shut as he shallowly thrusts into her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his sensitive skin is intense as she laps at him.
“She good, right? This whore got such a hot mouth.” Chi-won says, holding onto 009’s hips hard enough to cause marks to blossom on her skin. “I always bust in her mouth, she swallows it like a fucking champ.”
Jong-il is unable to form words, he just nods and grunts as his mouth falls open and his head falls back. He’s more vocal than Chi-won when it comes to making noises, but he’s never able to really form words- his thoughts are blank and pure white when her lips are around his cock. Chi-won just laughs loudly in response, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jerk forward again.
“Glrk!”
Jong-il laughs breathlessly, his eyes opening just enough to look down at her as he holds her head in place. His cock pulses eagerly in her throat as they both bottom out in her at the same time. It’s bordering on painful for her, but the pain just adds to her pleasure. She’s not gonna come, not from them focusing on their own pleasure, but she’s in no position to even try to voice her disappointment.
“Fuck, listen to that slut gag.” Chi-won groans, resuming his hard thrusts. He leans over her back to bite her shoulder, loving the way her walls clench up tight around him. He laughs as loud as he can with her skin between his teeth.
“Yeah…” Jong-il grunts, pumping his hips in sync with Chi-won’s thrusts to bury himself to the hilt each time. “Feels good. Can’t get- can’t get enough…”
She feels Chi-won’s hips stutter first, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he bites down harder. He’s not one to come in her, the risk of knocking her up is minimal but it’s enough to make him pull out regardless, unlike Jong-il who loves coming in her tight cunt. “Gonna cum, little slut” He moans, pulling out and jerking his cock until he spills to the ground below him. He just barely misses the jumpsuits.
“Come- I’m gonna-” Jong-il tries to get out a coherent sentence but it falls apart. He wants to see her face when he comes, but it’s hard to keep his eyes open. Chi-won pants against her back and Jong-il starts to pulse out cum into her mouth. Her mouth floods with his cum, but she swallows it down readily. When he’s spent, he pulls out of her mouth and pats her head.
For a moment, the only noises in the room are the three of them all panting and then Jong-il pipes up with a strained noise before actually talking, “we probably need to get dressed ‘nd see if the doc needs us.” She crawls back over to where her clothing is discarded, they don’t help her back into her clothing. She struggles for a little bit, huffing and glaring over at the pair who just give her a smirk and a thumbs up. “You got this, baby girl,” he says, holding back a laugh.
“Poor girl, we got her so fucked up she can’t even get dressed.” Chi-won says condescendingly before laughing.
She grunts as she zips up the jumpsuit and adjusts her belt, “fuck off, both of you.” She pushes past them and opens the door. The doctor is already finished, assessing that it’s not even worth trying to scavenge the other bodies for parts. He looks like he knows something that the trio doesn’t, a glint in his eyes as he puts his handheld radio back down.
“Gald you three had your fun. You three ready to head back to the rooms?”
“Hell yeah we are, she drained us.” Jong-il says, patting 009’s shoulder and grinning. “Should try ‘er sometime, doc. She’d get rid of that scowl you always have.”
The doctor’s face drops again. “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’d rather kill myself.”
“Don’t be that way, man.” Chi-won says, going over to get his mask before tugging his balaclava back into place and putting his mask back on.
009 and Jong-il go to get theirs as well. Jong-il pats her ass ‘lovingly’ as the doctor moves past them to enter the stairway. The trio all follow behind him, 009 immediately behind, then Jong-il, then Chi-won. She feels tired as hell and she’s just ready to be in her own room- even if it’s not the most ideal.
Lineup, enter room, have dinner, go to bed. Easy. She lies down, more than ready to fall into a dreamless sleep again. She may tolerate- even like- Jong-il and Chi-won, but goddamn they can be hard to be around after they fuck.
A few hours into her sleep, her door opens slowly. Even in her rest she can feel herself being stared at and she stirs awake. She blinks away her sleep before jumping back slightly. There’s a Manager staring down at her before he speaks, “The commanding officer would like to see you in his chambers.”
“Wha-”
“The commanding officer would like to see in his chambers.” He repeats before she can even finish a single word. She sits up and rubs her eyes before standing up and stretching. She gets her mask, places it on, adjusts her hood, and nods to the Manager. The Manager leads her from her room through the colorful hallways and doorways before reaching an elevator she’s not entirely sure she’s seen before. The air is tense, the pair both utterly quiet as they ride the elevator to the commanding officer’s chambers. Why does he want to see her there?
The Manager stays in the elevator when they reach their location. There’s two other Soldiers in the doorway to his chambers and in front of them stands the commanding officer. His presence exudes authority, demands attention. The doors to the elevator close behind her and she jumps slightly, though it’s hardly noticeable. She steps forwards, standing between the two Soldiers. She glances at them- Jong-il and Chi-won- before her eyes settle on the commanding officer.
“Masks off you three.” He says, standing with his arms crossed in front of them. In sync, the trio removes their hoods, slides their masks off, and tugs their balaclavas down. She wants to look up at the two men, see if they know what this is about- though the fact it's them gives her a sinking feeling- but she keeps her eyes forward and focused on the commanding officer. “I’m sure you three know why you’re here. I’ve heard about your activities when you should be focusing on your job.” She feels the two men tense on either side of her, she feels the color drain from her face. It’s a nightmare, it’s gotta be… “Explain yourselves. 005, you first.”
“Well, I mean-” he stammers, “we just- it wasn’t my idea?”
“007. Explain yourself.” He says, it’s clear he doesn’t really care about whatever excuses they come up with.
“We just needed to relieve stress, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
“009.” He directs attention fully on her now.
Her throat dries out and she opens and closes her mouth, her hands tightening in front of her. She doesn’t even know what to say- she’s been caught and she doesn’t know how to make things better. Is it even possible to make things better? “I’m sorry, Sir.” She manages to get out. “It was a lapse of judgement.”
“A continued lapse in your judgement.” He corrects. He sighs and turns around, collapsing his hand behind his back. “All three of you, follow me. You’re going to be taught a lesson.” The air is charged as they follow him deeper into his quarters until they reach a bed with two chairs beside it. “009, on the bed. 005, 007- you sit in the chairs. You want to relieve stress? We’ll relieve stress then.”
She sits on the edge of the bed, placing her mask on the bedside table before looking over to where Jong-il and Chi-won are sitting. They look at her, before looking away. They’ve never really been awkward around each other but now it feels too weird to acknowledge each other. This isn’t lost on the masked officer who smiles behind his mask- he can work with this, he can work with the tension between the trio. The masked officer walks over to stand in front of her, tilting her head with a surprising amount of gentleness. “Eyes on me, hm? Don’t pay attention to them. They’re just watching, a little… audience… for us.” His tone is soothing even with the robotic voice modulation from his mask.
“O-Oh, okay?” She says, nodding dumbly.
“Good. You’ve always been a good listener, haven’t you?” He leans in, she can see his eyes through the mask- they’re cold and calculating, there’s no warmth in them. “Such a good girl, too good to be stuck around men like that.” His lips quirk up into a smirk as her lips part slightly as his thumb rubs her chin. “You know it too, don’t you? I bet outside of the games, you’d never give them a second glance.”
She hears the other men shift in their chairs, can feel their gazes on the side of her face. “No, Sir, I-” she stammers and falters, “I mean they’re great guys but-”
“But?” He hums, standing up straighter again and tugging down his hood, though he keeps his mask on. “But just not your type, hm? Too selfish, too focused on their own pleasures to give you what you need.” He tsks, shaking his head and taking his hand away from her chin and shrugging. “Rest assured, sweet thing, I’ll give you what you actually need. Make sure you never mess around with them again. I’ll show you how good things can be, don’t worry.” She nods again, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “A reward for you, a punishment for them. Sound good to you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smirks arrogantly behind his mask, such an easy little thing. He briefly wanders just how many times she’s been denied her chance to finish. How cruel of the men to deny this pretty thing her release. “Good girl. Undress for me, 009.” He looks over to see 005 and 007 squirm in their chairs as she unzips her jumpsuit, the pink fabric falling down around her shoulders before she stands to tug it down the rest of her body. She kicks it off before sitting back on the bed, looking up at the commanding officer. “Such a good listener.” He purrs, “I could tell you do anything and you’d do it, wouldn’t you? Though, I suppose, except to stick to just doing your job and not spread yourself for 005 and 007.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She mumbles, looking down. He laughs, it’s not a particularly cruel noise but it still sends a chill down her spine. “I won’t- I promise I’ll stop.”
“I know you won’t do it again. After tonight you’ll never want them again. It’s okay, don’t apologize.” He soothes, a gloved hand sliding from her shoulder to unclasp the bra. His thumbs rub gentle circles on her nipples until they harden against the nitrile material. He wants to pop one in his mouth, blow a breath of air against the sensitive peaks until she lets out a cute noise. But it’s not the time for that, not when he wants to keep his mask on for this experience. He lowers his hands, pushing her back on the bed as he rubs her sides. “This is all for you, sweetest girl. I’ll show you what someone like you deserves. Scoot back for you, let me see you.”
She obeys, scoot herself back so her ass is right on the edge of the bed. She bites her bottom lip as his black gloves spread her legs apart- he doesn’t force them to separate though, instead he allows her legs to more or less fall open willingly for him. He intakes air sharply at the sight of her panties. He wants to lean in and inhale her scent, tug her panties to the side and lick a stripe up her slit to taste her before taking his gloves off and slide a finger into her heat until she falls apart on his digits. He can’t though, not this time- maybe he’ll do something like that in the future for her if she keeps being such a damn good thing for him.
“Look at you, so tempting.” He says, running his thumb up her clothed slit before settling on her clit. He raises an eyebrow when she gasps and her hips immediately buck up against his touch. He had expected her to be a needy thing, according to that doctor she would practically throw herself at 005 and 007 each night but never seemed too pleased later on, but to already be squirming just from his thumb rubbing circles on her clit- it’s adorably obscene. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can move for me. Don’t hold back.”
“Why are we here?” 005 complains, his voice strained as he shifts uncomfortably from his cock hardening.
“Your punishment is to watch me claim your… What do you call her? A whore? A slut? Your bitch?” He hums, chuckling darkly as he keeps his eyes locked on the woman’s face. “Such degrading words for a perfect thing, though I’m not surprised men like you would fail to see her worth.”
“Men like us?” 007 says, his cheeks flushed.
“Yeah, what did you-” 005 starts.
The commanding officer raises a finger up to the pair to shut them up. “Don’t make me consider a harsher punishment for you two getting sloppy on the job. You’re lucky that all I’m taking is her.”
She continues to move her hips beneath his thumb, her breathing becoming heavier as he works her over. He’s skilled, that’s for fucking sure. “Faster?”
Her request gets his attention and he leans over her body, his thumb rubbing more incessantly. “Hm? What was that? Faster?” His voice is a whisper into her ear, “are you in a position to make a request from me right now? You may not be getting punished for your actions right now, but make no mistake of where you stand with me.” He growls, but he doesn’t remove his digit. He keeps rubbing her clit, relishes in the way she arches and grasps the bedding. He can feel her heat even through the panties, even though his fucking gloves. He can smell her desperation. “You close?” “Mhm!” She moans, nodding and closing her eyes for a second before they open back up. She’s a perfect, mewling mess.
He leans back to look into her eyes, glancing over to see the way the pair of Soldiers sitting look disgruntled and aroused. Their jumpsuits tent aggressively, they’d never put in this level of work for her. While she’s moaned and whimpered for them, she’s never sounded like this- it sends jealousy through their veins but it fades almost instantly when the commanding officer pulls back and removes his thumb. “Too bad, sweet thing.”
She whines and squirms, sitting up just enough to watch as he sheds his black jumpsuit. He doesn’t kick it off, he settles just for it pooling at his ankles. “What? Why?”
“Why?” He chuckles, his shoulder rising with the noise, “why should I let you cum yet? I haven’t got to see what’s so good about this pussy that it makes not one but two men fail their duties.”
“Such a fucking slut,” one of the Soldiers scoffs.
“Quiet. She’s not a slut. She’s just needing something more than either of you can offer.” He corrects, pushing her back down and palming his cock through his black boxers. He’s not one to come early, he’s able to control himself, but he doesn’t really want to hold back. Not when he can so readily claim her in front of his subordinates, not when he can make all three of them remember their place. “Thank you.” She murmurs in response to his defense of her, which makes him want to laugh loudly but he holds himself back. He’s not defending her for her sake, rather to just make the men more upset. However, getting her wrapped around his finger is a nice bonus.
“Of course, sweet girl.” He slowly pulls her panties down, spreading her wider for him to settle between her thighs. He grinds himself against her bare cunt, his head tilting back as her head warms his sensitive dick. He braces himself with one hand by her head as he fishes his stiff cock from his boxers and strokes himself. He rubs his tip against her wet slit coating himself in her slick arousal. “Ready for me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods, sliding her arms over his shoulders. She wishes he’d take the damn mask off, but she’s not stupid enough to bring it up.
He grunts as his head splits her, slipping into her tight heat easily. He doesn’t rush forward, no- he takes his time to let her feel every inch of him until he hilts himself. She feels like heaven wrapped around him. A guttural groan leaves him as he slowly thrusts. He doesn’t want to go fast like a rabid animal, not unless she asks him to of course, but the idea is there. “Feel good, baby? You like that?”
She nods, her nails digging into her palms as she settles her legs on his waist. She lifts her hips in sync with his thrusts and lets out cute, celsius noises each time he bottoms out. “I love it, Sir. Don’t- Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”
005 groans, either out of the desire to be within her cunt or because he’s getting fed up, he’s not really sure. It doesn’t matter to him, to be honest- he’s getting lost in the sensation of her clutching heat fluttering around him so nicely. He moves his free hand between their bodies and rubs her clit again. When she grips him tighter, he lets out a low groan. Just like that, yeah… That’s fucking perfect.
“Please, Sir. That feels so good.” She whimpers out, tugging him down so her face can be buried in his neck.
He tsks and pulls away slightly, “look at them. I want you to look at the men you no longer belong to.”
She tenses up before obeying, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and looking over at 005 and 007. Fuck, their eyes are darting between her face and the way the commanding officer’s hips move. “Shit…” She breathes out, her eyes fluttering as they all three make eye contact. Her walls massage his cock and he feels her arousal coating his shaft and dribbling down to his balls.
“I’m going to fill you up, 009. Mark you as mine now.” He growls. If he didn’t have his mask on, he’s bite on her neck, bite on her shoulder, leave pretty marks up and down her skin. “You’re mine now.” He says before his hips start to pump out of rhythm. He hilts into her harder, unintentionally but goddammit she’s gripping him perfectly. He can’t get enough, he might have to start calling her to his chambers more often.
“Can I come?” She asks, looking so damn needy beneath him.
He laughs. He laughs… “Of course not.” He groans, “you didn’t do your duties tonight. Why should you come on my cock, hm? Think you really deserve it?” He rubs her clit harder and faster, loving the way she holds herself back from finishing. “You don’t. Fuck, you don’t deserve to finish tonight, baby girl.”
She cries out, her legs tightening around him as she barely holds herself back as he comes inside of her. He’s as far inside of her as he can be, pumping hot cum deep into her cunt. He groans loudly, throwing his head back. The Soldiers’ eyes widen as they watch her expression change as he fills her up.
“You really didn’t come, huh?” He mutters, straight up and using his hands to gently take her legs from his waist so they can fall back onto the bed beneath her. “You are such a good thing. So proud of you.”
She pant heavily, sitting up and finally looking away from 005 and 007. “I try to be.” She responds, her voice a little rough. Of course she didn’t get to finish, but it was still more pleasurable than anything she’s felt with her fellow Soldiers.
“Get dressed. You two, go wait by the elevator.” He says, his black jumpsuit back in place as he pats her thigh before looking over the Soldiers. 005 and 007 grumble and stand up, walking stiffly back through the hallway to the elevator. “You did good tonight, 009.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She says, getting dressed. “I’m still sorry, I- I’ll do my job from now on.”
He smiles under his mask, nodding and standing straighter, “I know you will. Now hurry along to the elevator. I’ll have a Manager bring you three back to your rooms.” She gives him a small almost-wave before going to where 005 and 007 are waiting.
“Damn whore…” They say in unison as she appears, sneering and crossing their arms. The elevator door opens and they all walk in.
“You’re still ours.” Jong-il says, his mask nearly touching her ear so no one can hear, “no matter what the damn commanding officer says.”