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Task Force 141 x Male!Reader x Vladimir Makarov [Angst&Smut] |commission|

Warning; ghost x male reader, bad use of Russian sorry, violence, mentions of manipulation, short smut scene... Uh I might be forgetting something.

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022)

Every day was the same as it always was. He couldn't remember a day when waking up wasn't painful, surrounded by people screaming and groaning in pain while there was some cheering in the background.

He couldn't help but cringe at the sound of bones breaking, followed by the loudest cheering yet, letting everyone know there has been a "winner". (M/n) doesn't know how many days, weeks, months, or even years have passed since the first time he was taken to this place, but nothing had changed since his first day. He had been close to death more times than he could even remember.

Everything he knew about the place he was in is that its some kind of prison, and they were being kept in their cells or " rooms" until the next fight, the so-called; death arena. And well, yeah, it's exactly what you think it is.

Each passing day was a blur, mostly because he would be resting for days after being called to another fight, hating having to end someone's life just to entertain others. But one day, that fateful day, his life changed. For better or for worse, he couldn't tell, but it did.

A man named Makarov told a tale of how he had heard of this place, and he came by to maybe... buy one of their fighters, preferably, the strongest one.

That's how (M/n) found himself being woken up with freezing water was thrown on his face, making him jolt awake as he choked, having a hard time breathing.

"Get up, scum, you're leaving," he was roughly pushed out of his thin mattress, stumbling his way out of his cell and falling on his knees in front of an unknown male. He looked up and made eye contact with cold blue eyes, his (e/c) eyes observing every facial feature of the man, watching him smirking while breaking eye contact.

"I'll be going then," (M/n) watched the man reach his hand down to grab onto the chain attached to the collar he was wearing, "Let's go then, igrushka," blinking a few times, (M/n) got back up on his trembling legs and followed the men that kept tugging on his chain.

The moment the stepped outside he closed his eyes from the stinging pain caused by the natural light. He stood still, groaning as he covered his eyes, but soon, he was forced to keep walking.

"He looks like shit, Makarov," the mocking laugh of another man startled him, squinting and peeking through his fingers. Apparently, the man taking him was named Makarov... What a nice name...

And that was the beginning of it all.

At first, because of the lack of mental and emotional support (M/n) found himself clinging to Makarov as if his life depended on it, following after him like a lost puppy, developing some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. (M/n) felt in love with Makarov.

Or thought he did.

And Makarov took advantage of that, using him as if he was nothing but a toy for his pleasure, for his enjoyment, hearing (M/n) mumbling quietly 'I love you's at him, words Makarov could only chuckle at. Despite never hearing it back, the movement of Makarov's hips quickened, and (M/n) could only hold onto the male's hips as he thrusts his hips up, whining at the tight feeling around his cock, and that was all the reassurance he needed.

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(M/n) lived like that for years, following Makarov around, obediently listening to his orders, feeling like he lost bits and pieces of his soul whenever he was sent out to kill more people, constantly needing his love and reassurance to be able to continue on, but he was always met with being called a bother, or being told to move 'cause he was in the way, that he was a nuisance.

He was okay with that, telling himself that Makarov was just having a bad day, and he just had to unwind. (M/n) would let him, he will always let Makarov do anything he pleased.

But one night, (M/n) couldn't sleep. He kept turning around on his bed, it was one of those nights where the memories flashed in his mind, and it only got worse with the stress and self-doubt he felt during the day.

He took a deep breath and got up from the bed, slowly opening the door to his room, and walked around the halls of the facility he had memorized like the back of his hand for a short while, trying to clear his mind, dragging his bare feet on the cold ground.

His mind wandered around, observing the small details on the walls, noticing new scratches here and there, another piece of it peeling off, counting every step he took when he overhead voices nearby. (M/n) slowed his breathing, taking careful steps and pressing himself against the wall, peeking through one of the hall windows. Makarov was there, alongside Viktor, Kiril, and Lev.

"That igrushka has been getting on my nerves recently..." (M/n) held his breath for a moment, feeling his chest hurting at Makarov's words, "I'm gonna get rid of him, for good. He's useless now, and he's easily disposable."

The sound of him cocking his pistol made him release a gasp, and he saw how everyone turned toward the window, but (M/n) had turned around and was running toward the only exit that was open at this time of night. He could hear footsteps behind him, Makarov's voice calling him. Igrushka. Igrushka!

A single ricocheted by his head, making him halt for a moment, but he had to keep going, or he was gonna be a dead man soon. He didn't have much to live for anyway but... He didn't wanna die like this.

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His breath was ragged, his lungs painfully pressing against his ribs with every breath he took, his body trembling from the cold touch of the snowflakes landing on his exposed skin.

He had wandered around for long enough to see the sun rising on the horizon, his feet and hands numb, hugging himself to try and feel somehow heated, of course, it was a futile attempt. (M/n) walked for a few more minutes, wandering as far away as he could, but eventually, his body gave out, and passed out.

Being honest with himself, that's the last thing he's able to remember of that day, he's not sure what happened to him afterward, he only knows that he had woken up at a military medical base a few days later.

A man wearing a bucket hat approached him when he realized he was awake.

"Hey, nice to see you awake," (M/n) looked at him for a moment before blinking a few times while looking back down at his hands, "So..." The men sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, "You got a name?"

Releasing a shaky breath, he nodded slowly, "I'm... (M/n)..." He added shortly, his voice meek and quiet, feeling his body tense and stiff with every small moment.

"Well, I'm John, John Price."

Unfortunately for Price, he hadn't been able to get anything else out of (M/n), except for the small 'no, sir' when he asked him if he had a place to stay. Price didn't know what the poor guy had gone through, but he was able to tell it wasn't nice by all the scars and fresh wounds on his body.

"Tell you what," Price stands up and beckons (M/n) to come with him, "You can stay with me and my team, if you don't mind," for a moment, (M/n) was skeptical, thinking this was gonna be the same situation it was with Makarov, but there was something in Price's eyes that made him trust him, not sure why, but he nodded at him and took the man's hand, accepting his help to stand up.

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Reaching their base was a long, silent, and tense car ride, (M/n) stared out the window the whole time, too out of himself to be able to speak normally for the time being, but eventually, he was brought back from within his mind to get out of the military jeep and following Price silently, ignoring curious looks he got because of his appearance, or just 'cause he was a new face around, he didn't know and he didn't care. Even so, his eyes looked around for a short while, realizing this place was the same as where he was with Makarov, everything seemed so similar yet so different from that place.

It was odd, as if he was just realizing that Makarov was the bad guy in all of this.

"And this is the 141 team," Price's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and everyone in the room looked at him making him flinch and lower his head, "Guys, this is (M/n), and... He's gonna stay here for a while."

Getting to know everyone around him proved to be difficult, but Soap and Gaz did their best to make him feel welcome. He felt at home, he felt safe. And he couldn't be more than grateful to Price for the chance of living a better life. (M/n) never said anything about his past, about the fights in that dead arena, about his relationship with Makarov, he never uttered a word about it, just briefly mentioning that he had a rough life ever since he was a kid.

Everyone was nice to him and treated him like one of them, which is exactly why he asked Price, if there was any way he could join the Task Force 141 team, and be with them because they were all he had.

It almost seemed like it was meant to be, like he was meant to be there his whole life. He had been discovering new sides and aspects of his personality, there was this bitter taste in the back of his mouth whenever he remembered how submissive he used to be, but now?

Now he had Lieutenant Riley cumming undone under him, almost unable to keep his moans and cries of pleasure quiet.

(M/n) kept a tight grip on Simon's hips, his thrusts deep and rough, barely pulling out as he watched closely every reaction on his face, observing his body shivering and squirming, trying to keep his noises down, but it was so hard when he felt like his guts were being rearranged, his eyes rolling back with every hit on his prostate.

"You like that, hm?" (M/n) whispered, reaching a hand up to wrap it around Simon's neck, not applying pressure, just keeping it there. The blond looked at him through wet eyelashes, nodding as many times as he could, whining while lifting his hips off the bed.

(M/n) chuckled and leaned down, pressing their lips together, as he stopped his movements, enjoying the desperate whines and pleas coming out of Simon's mouth.

"Don't stop, please- don't stop~ I'm gonna cum," licking his lips, (M/n) leaned back, determined on making Simon cum so many times he begs him to stop because it's too much for his sensitive cock, "(M/n)..."

His voice cut off as his mouth opened wide in a silent moan, his hips lifted and his back arching off the bed, his hands gripping the bedsheets, mumbling curses over and over, muttering how close he was to cumming.

But (M/n) didn't stop once Simon's cum stained his abdomen, his thrust only got faster and rougher, "Cum again for me, baby, come on I know you got it in ya'."

Simon whimpered as he shook his head no, his hands gripping (M/n)'s wrists, "No no no, please... I-I can't-!" He mumbled, crying at how sensitive his body felt, "Can't... Cum an-anymore, please!"

Groaning, (M/n) wrapped his hand around Simon's cock, hearing his cries getting louder as his body trembled under his grip, and with a few strokes of his hand, his flushed red cock was twitching as he came again, making a mess of himself.

Neither of them know how long they kept going, but they were certainly left out of breath and exhausted after that, cuddling and holding onto each other tightly.

To be honest, (M/n) never thought- well, he did, it was more like he never believed he would be able to live a happy life after all that had happened to him before now, but he wanted to enjoy, even when, a few hours later when the sun had begun rising, something was nagging him in the back of his mind, telling him that this happiness not only, wasn't gonna last forever, but it was gonna be shorter than be expected.

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This mission was important, extremely so.

Price briefed them, explaining the situation to them the best he could before showing them the picture of the men they had to stop and capture. (M/n) knew what he was getting into when his eyes hardened, looking at Makarov's features with hatred and disgust. He used to think that man had saved him... But he only took him from a shithole to another shithole, effectively leaving him more scarred than he already was.

He simply sighed and clenched his fists, Ghost noticed this and turned to look at (M/n), he seemed to be disturbed by something, taking note of how hard he was glaring at the picture on the table, placed atop the marked map where tactics had been carefully mapped. He wanted to ask, but he figured (M/n), like every other person in the room, had a personal vendetta against Makarov.

Immediately as the briefing was over, they were rushed to the army jeeps, spending the ride in silence or sleeping, but Ghost couldn't stop looking at (M/n), who had avoided any kind of physical contact for longer than need, the frown in his brow seemed to deepen with every passing minute, and he was worried, maybe... This was more personal than he had guessed.

Whilst the mission was rather "easy" capturing Makarov himself wasn't, the man was so used to escaping over and over again that he had many routes to go underground and just disappear. But (M/n) knows this place, it may not be Makarov's main hideout, but he has been here a couple of times, and he's well aware of all the places the Russian could go and knew exactly which one he was going to pick, it's his favourite go-to after all.

"Makarov!" (M/n)'s voice echoed off the tunnels as he followed the men, watching with rage eyes as he slowly came to a stop, chuckling as he turned around to face him.

Holding his pistol up and steady, (M/n) knew he had a clean shot to bring the man down, forever, but that wasn't their mission. He had to capture Makarov, alive. Maybe a few broken bones too.

"So you survived... All this time I thought my little plaything had died, but look at you..." Makarov took a step forward, his hand reaching behind him and (M/n) got ready to shoot him if he had to, but the Russian just tossed his pistol aside, getting rid of his assault rifle, gripping the handle of his knife, "Let's do this like real men, kid."

Taking a step to the right, (M/n) managed to dodge Makarov's attack, but he quickly realized that he needed both his hands to be able to fight him so, with gritted teeth, he threw his pistol and took his combat knife, taking a firm stance in front of Makarov, watching the cheeky smirk on his face... It made his blood boil.

This fight dragged on for longer than he expected, beginning to struggle against the punches, the kicks, and the knife swinging at him. (M/n) had been so sure that, even if he hadn't forgotten, he was over everything Makarov did to him, but he couldn't have been more wrong, the constants flashes of images appearing in his mind every time he blinked told him so, and Makarov had taken advantage of his state to pin him down to the ground.

"Only one of us is gonna get out alive of this one, igrushka." Makarov had ditched the knife and had wrapped his hands around (M/n)'s neck, sneering down at him, "Goodbye-"

Before he could finish his phrase, Ghost had sneaked up behind him after following all the grunts and groans, gripping his submachine gun and raising it, hitting the back of Makarov's head with the stock, successfully knocking him unconscious.

Ghost kicked Makarov off of (M/n)'s body, who was coughing as the oxygen returned to his lungs. His eyes saw Simon's boots, and he struggled to get back on his feet, dismissing the helping hand the blond wanted to give him.

"Let's... Just go... Fuck..." He muttered between coughs and groans as he stumbled his way out, knowing Simon was following him with Makarov on his shoulders.

He ignored the heavy stare in the back of his head as he reached for his pistol and holstered it, making the selective decision to leave his knife behind... He could always get a new one.

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Everyone was in the interrogation room, waiting for Makarov to wake up. (M/n) was tense and on edge, deciding on standing in the shadows, where he knew he couldn't be seen.

That's why he hated the shiver that ran down his spine when Makarov's eyes stared right into his, he knew he was there, he could hear his breathing over everyone else's. Fuck, even now, Makarov knew exactly how to get in (M/n)'s mind to destabilize him.

"It's been so long... Igrushka," the sound of his mocking voice and the words directed at him, made (M/n) blink a few times, looking away into the dark as he tried to ignore the flashing images in his mind, making him feel sick and disgusted.

"Go die, scum," Makarov laughed at his words, causing his body to shiver and tremble, (M/n)'s senses were heightened, able to feel everyone's stare on him, and he hated being in that place, in that specific situation, and Ghost had realized that, he was about to walk toward him, but Makarov spoke again.

"I guess you don't anything about him. Not at all."

Done with his games, Price pulled harder on the chain around Makarov's throat, making him choke but his expression of superiority never faltered.

"You know? I missed you, so much, we used to have so much fun together, and... We were so happy, but then you left, now I understand why," the sounds of his sweet and psychotic voice (M/n) snap. He was making it seem like they were actually a happy couple... How sickening. Everything Makarov had said made him feel sick.

With gritted teeth and clenched fists, (M/n) launched at him, fury burning in his (e/c) eyes.

"All you did was used me! You played with me! You ruined my life!" Before he could get close to hurting the men chained to the chair, Ghost and Soap held him back. Everyone watched how (M/n) struggled for a few seconds before falling to his knees, tears streaming down his face, eyes empty and void of all emotion, "I wanted to die every day I was with you, so don't you fucking dare say we were happy, Vladimir."

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mackjlee9 · 11 months

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Simon Riley x Werewolf!Top!Male!Reader [Smut&Fluff] |commission|

Warning; rough sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink.

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Call of Duty; Modern Warfare 2 (2022)

From the moment their eyes met, (M/n) knew he had found them. His mate. Maybe they didn't meet in the most conventional way, but nothing was conventional in the military.

(M/n) and his team had been assigned as support for an undercover mission with the Task Force 141 team. He was part of a special division of human hybrids, and he, being the biggest of them all by quite a lot, caught everyone's attention the moment they walked out of the chopper and into the building where the meeting had been arranged, following the man called Price in complete silence.

Walking through the open metal doors, (M/n)'s eyes scanned the room briefly, his nose smelling the air, and a particular scent caught his attention. That's when he made eye contact with cold blue eyes, that were seemingly staring into the depths of his soul. He almost couldn't believe it. He felt his saliva gathering under his tongue, and he forced himself to swallow before taking a deep breath and approaching the table where everyone was.

With no time to waste with introductions, Price went over the plan, making sure everyone understood their role and how important it was they stuck to it, and like that, they were assigned a partner.

They were in charge of bringing support and use of their enhanced abilities since this was an experimental mission to see how hybrids and humans could work together.

And it turned out to be an astounding success. Their mission wasn't exactly big, but it was important, and it had to be done as quickly as possible, they had to get to know their partners' habits and tells to be able to bring the best out of them, something that seemed to work as easy as breathing for (M/n) and Ghost.

Both had hit it off quite well since they first talked, despite both of them being men of few words, they understood each other perfectly, and well, (M/n) could not feel happier about that, getting along with his mate so well from the start was something not many hybrids got to experience and he was glad and overjoyed.

But with the mission over, they no longer had a reason to hang out together, telling bad jokes and keeping their stoic expressions as they silently communicated with each other. (M/n) didn't want to rely on the 'what if', the thought of potentially not seeing Simon ever again made his chest hurt, as if his heart was being torn from within.

So, gathering all the courage he had, he walked up to Simon when everyone else were enjoying the end of the mission, and sat next to him, staying silent for a few seconds.

"You okay?" Simon asked quietly, noticing the state of the hybrid, he was tense and seemed ready to break down, he couldn't help but wonder why, placing his hand on (M/n)'s shoulder, "(M/n)?"

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at Simon, feeling his body heat up at their proximity, and for a moment he forgot everything he wanted to say when he stared into his blue eyes, looking at him with such warmth that made him weak and filled him with want.

"I-..." He blinked a few times, taking a deep breath to regain his composure, "I was wondering if... We could maybe, uh..." (M/n) scratched the back of his head as he racked his brain, trying to think of what he wanted to say, Simon made him feel like a little kid having his first crush, he was so lame, "Could we exchange numbers? To, you know, stay in contact, maybe?" He finished slowly, his voice turning quieter and quieter the longer he talked.

He was sure Simon didn't even hear him and he was about to stand up and walk away in defeat, but he was met with a cute chuckle, making him look up again.

Simon stood up from his spot and walked to the desk across from them, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen he found in one of the drawers, and scribbled something on the paper. (M/n) just stayed there in place, watching Simon's back, a hint of hope glimmering in his eyes. Standing straight, Simon turned around and walked until he was standing in front of (M/n), handing him the paper in his hand.

"Here," (M/n) stared at it for a few seconds, his sight shifting between Simon and the paper, before finally, reaching his hand up to grab it. He stared at the numbers written in black, accompanied by a skull drawing, reading 'Ghost' right below it. It was cute, "Oh, one more thing," looking up again at the sound of Simon's voice, (M/n) saw him reaching for the bottom of his mask, lifting it above his lips and leaning down.

A soft kiss was placed on his cheek, his face heating up at the unexpected gesture.

"I'll be expecting to hear from you soon."

His eyes watched as Simon left after fixing his mask, walking to where the rest of his team was, and damn, (M/n) didn't care if he looked like an idiot right now, it was quite amazing how a simple kiss could have him high in the clouds, daydreaming and smiling like an idiot in love.

But to be fair, he was in love, so he allowed himself to behave like this just this one time.

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Like that, months passed and they got to know each other better as much as they could every day. Waiting to hear from the other when they were out on a mission, and talking for hours when it was just training day at base.

And now, it was their first time meeting up after half a year, they were both on short leave for a few weeks and they decided to meet up, catch up on everything that had happened and enjoy each other's company as much as they could.

Something was certain, love came quite naturally for both of them, it was this strange yet natural force making them need to feel each other close, to see the other safe and sound. So the first time they kissed, everything felt right, like it was meant to be that way.

Soon enough, they learned how compatible their bodies were, even more so when it came down to having sex.

Their first time together was a little more on the softer side, mostly since (M/n) didn't want to scare Simon right off the bat, he knew how rough he could be, and he hated the thought of potentially hurting his lover in a way neither of them wanted, so he held himself back to the best of his abilities, resorting to biting himself whenever he felt like he was going to do something he will regret later.

Of course, Simon was a sharp man, and he soon realized that his lover was holding himself back, holding back his urges and desires, he wondered why would (M/n) do that, but being honest, he had no idea, which led him to think it was his fault, but before he could spiral into his insecurities regarding sex, he sat on the bed next to (M/n) and gently stroked his back.

"Is everything alright?" He whispered, leaning his head on (M/n)'s shoulder, and the male glanced over his shoulder at him, showing a hint of a smile.

"Yeah... Everything is fine, nothing's wrong," Simon frowned as he saw (M/n) turn his head to look the opposite way, hearing and feeling him take a deep breath, "Uh, let's... Let's just sleep, is getting kind of late anyway."

Simon was perplexed, even almost mad at him for just dismissing his concern and worry, as if it was nothing, as if nothing was happening when it was more than clear something was happening to (M/n).

He let it slide for now, getting in bed too and turning on his side and facing away from his lover, the cogs in his brain turning as he thought of what could possibly be bothering (M/n) so much to the point where he doesn't wanna talk about it.

Without even realizing it, Simon had spent the whole night awake, only snapping out of his trance when the sunlight coming through the blinds made him blink a few times, making him groan and sit up on the bed, reading the hour on the digital clock on the nightstand.

It read 7:00 am, and Simon sighed, feeling his body tense and tired, his mind exhausted, and his ability to focus pretty much gone. He decided a morning jog would help him, but even if it didn't, at least it would take his mind off of things, clear the thoughts plaguing his brain, and ease him, if only for a few minutes.

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The jog did not work, and not only that, but the rest of the week went exactly the same.

He tried to either have sex with (M/n) or he tried to get him to tell him what was wrong and what was bothering him so much, but it never worked, it was all futile, and Simon wondered if he was the right partner for (M/n). He couldn't help it. He usually wasn't this insecure about himself but something about it all made him doubt himself and he hated that.

And he definitely had enough of feeling that way because his lover didn't want to be honest with him.

He was sitting on the bed, waiting for (M/n) to lay next to him. His eyes followed his movements, stiff and rough as he felt Simon's cold stare on him.

(M/n) sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and he slowly turned his head to glance at Simon, whose expression was serious, he seemed mad too which worried him.

"Are you okay, darling? Do you need me to-?" Simon gripped his wrists as he reached to hold the blond's face. He blinked a few times, caught off guard despite his good reflexes, he just tends to feel more relaxed around his lover, "Uhm... Is there something wrong...?"

Simon groaned and shifted his weight around on the bed until he was straddling (M/n)'s lap.

"Darling...?" (M/n) tried asking once more time, feeling a little nervous and on edge with Simon's bold movement.

"If you don't fuck me right now, you're telling what's wrong with you," with wide eyes, (M/n)'s eyes observed Simon's expression, he was mad but he could see a hint of sadness in his blue eyes, and that broke him a little bit more.

He didn't have much of a choice. He'd rather tell Simon the truth about what was bothering him over hurting him because he couldn't control himself. (M/n) took a deep breath, and placed his hands on Simon's hips, stroking the scar that reached down to his hip bone, something that always help the blond relax after a tense day.

"I, uh..." (M/n) blinked a few times, unable to maintain eye contact with his lover, even when he knew Simon was trying to look into his eyes, "I'm in... My r-rut started this w-week and... And I don't wanna hurt you, Simon..."

Holding back a smile, Simon held (M/n)'s face, lifting his head to make him look at him, and let him know that it was okay.

"You would never hurt me, (M/n)," the (h/c) haired male instead of looking relieved at the reassurance he looked rather sad, his eyes shifting away from Simon's.

"You don't understand, darling, I... I'm a wolf hybrid, a werewolf, I am not... Not as gentle and soft as I appear to be, and... I'm scared of hurting you and making you hate me," Simon saw a few tears running down (M/n)'s face and he felt as if his heart was hurting at the sight of his partner so conflicted and worried about his wellbeing.

"Well, how about..." Simon's quiet words made (M/n) reach his hand up to wipe his tears away, glancing at him briefly, "How about this, I'll tell you when it's getting too much... We could have like a safeword, if that could ease your mind because..."

Simon stood on his knees, his hands moving to intertwine with (M/n)'s (h/c) locks, pulling on his hair and making him tilt his head back.

"I've been feeling really pent up this week and you keep avoiding having sex with me," he whispered in his ear, placing small kisses on the sensitive skin of his neck, making (M/n) sigh at the feeling.

"I'm sorry about that, darling... But, are you sure you wanna try this?" Simon scoffed and grinded his hips forward, letting (M/n) know how much he wanted to do it.

"Don't make me wait more, for the love of God."

(M/n) chuckled, his arms wrapping around Simon's waist, nodding a few times.

"I won't, I won't~."

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Well shit, Simon was able to realize just much (M/n) was actually holding back. In the fogs of his hazy mind, he remembered that 'red' was their safe word, but honestly? He was feeling so good that he doubted he will be using it any time soon.

(M/n)'s hands held his hips tightly, surely leaving bruises, lifting and lowering his body onto his cock with ease, hearing his groans and growls next to his ear, the praises leaving his mouth and making him whine with embarrassment.

"Fuck, darling, you feel... So good around my cock, you take me so well," (M/n)'s words got out rushed but clear, making sure Simon heard them, that he felt his love and need for his body, "I'm gonna fill you with my cum, fuck- imma watch how your belly swells up from it," Simon released a breathless moan, his hands holding onto (M/n)'s back for some sort of stability, leaving scratch marks across his skin.

(M/n)'s ears twitched, moving from being pressed back against his head to standing tall, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from Simon. He had tried to control himself from going to his werewolf form and now he got stuck with his ears and tail showing, wagging excitedly and thumping on the bed.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, fuck, baby take it all, please, please, take all my cum~" his desperate and whiny words made Simon's body tremble, his insides clenching around (M/n)'s cock, making him moan his name as he bit his bottom lip hard, keeping the blond sitted on his throbbing cock as he spilled his cum as deep as he could.

Simon's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth wide open as he gasped for air, whining at the feeling of being full of his lover's cum.

"You're... Ngh, you're gonna ma-make me p-pregnant, (M/n)~" the blond muttered in a daze, his eyes filling with tears as he felt his head spin from the pleasure, his legs tightening their hold around the hybrid's hips.

(M/n) stared up at Simon, a dreamy look in his eyes, shifting his hands to grip the blond's thighs, turning them around on the bed, lifting Simon's legs and keeping him pinned down, growling as he continued thrusting into him, unable to take his eyes away from the obvious bulge forming on his lower belly, he could see the outline of his cock as he drilled his cum-filled walls, feeling him twitching around his cock, whimpering and crying out his name.

"Please~ more! Fill... Fill me up more, I want it all~" damn, (M/n) had forgotten that the cum of a werewolf in their rut works as some sort of aphrodisiac, Simon's body taking all he gave him, slowly dropping out of his hole, making him groan as he thought how many more times he was gonna stuff him full.

The bed creaked under their weight and hit the wall with every thrust, the wet squelching sound as their skin slapped together filled their ears, their noises mixing as they got louder and louder, (M/n)'s thrusts turning rougher with every passing second, getting drunk off the sight of Simon's body taking him, taking all of him so good.

Simon felt how his voice was turning hoarse and raspy, and he knew his voice was gonna be gone by morning but he didn't care about that, he could only think about (M/n)'s sweet words and praises in his ear, his touch turning gentle and sweet, stroking his skin, playing with his chest, leaving wet kisses on him as his hips continued their ruthless pace.

"You look so beautiful like this, darling... So perfect," (M/n) sighed dreamily, going back up to reach Simon's face, holding his face and pressing their lips together, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling back, "I love you so much."

(M/n) started leaving another trail of kisses down Simon's neck, stopping on the spot where his neck and shoulder met, licking and biting on his skin softly, moving his hand to wrap his fingers around Simon's leaking cock, slowly stroking his tip, feeling him shiver underneath him, whines and whimpers escaping past his swollen lips.

"I... I l-love you t-too, fuck~ you're filling me up s-so much, ngh," taking in a heavy breath, (M/n) held onto the blond's hips, leaning back to get the full view of Simon's reactions, how his thighs trembled, how his back arched so beautifully off the bed and his cock was colored in such a pretty pink, twitching and leaking pre-cum onto his abdomen, looking up and staring into his blue eyes that were filling with tears with every second that passed.

"Simon..." He whispered, gracing the tip of his fingers on the tip of his cock, hearing him let out a choked whimper, "You've been so good today, it's time for me to reward you, don't you think?"

Simon looked at him with such love and adoration that (M/n) thought it almost resembled the same heart eyes he has for the blond.

"Yes, please, I've been... So good~"

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