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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 16: Patience (Cockwarming)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find an interesting way to occupy yourself while Sniper is busy cleaning his rifle

Tags: Cockwarming, dirty talk, gun cleaning but make it erotic

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Sniper disassembled his rifle with the utmost care, gathering a selection of brushes and tools and arranging them neatly as he prepared to clean his weapon of choice. He was always meticulous about this process, organizing his ammo and keeping his equipment in top condition. It was clearly something he took pride in. Sniper never struggled to gather his supplies in the morning before work. They were always arranged neatly, right where he could quickly find them. Usually, you enjoyed watching this process, every detail so perfectly observed, but you had other things in mind today.

“Mundy,” you sighed, walking in front of him, giving him a seductive look. It might have been more effective if he had bothered to look up at you. He only responded with an acknowledging grunt as he continued his current task. Your expression soured slightly. “Mundy!” you repeated, this time getting his attention in the form of a brief glance up and some actual words.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing that you were a bit flustered.

“You know the work day is over, right? You can stop worrying about your guns and focus on other things,” you said, a hint of lust in your tone to drive home your point. You smirked at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Things you might enjoy a bit more.”

Sniper seemed intrigued for a moment, but quickly regained his composure with a shake of his head. He looked up at you apologetically. “You can wait a while, can’t you, love? I should really get this done first.” He motioned towards the setup arranged before him. “I know it’s tedious, but as far as I’m concerned, my work isn’t done until everything’s in its proper place-”

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “You’re a professional, and professionals have standards.” You leaned against the counter of the little kitchenette with a huff, arms crossed although you made an effort not to pout. You didn’t want to seem that desperate, at least not yet. Turning away from him, you began to snoop around his cupboards. With how often you stayed in the van with him, they were essentially your cupboards too, so you didn’t see any issue with looking for something to snack on in order to distract yourself.

Sniper watched you in silence. You could feel his eyes on you, but ignored the feeling until he finally spoke up. “Come here.”

You glanced back towards him, head tilted in confusion. He simply beckoned you forward with a nod, patting his leg and motioning for you to sit. The moment you were close enough Sniper pulled you into his lap, setting his rifle to the side momentarily. His lips were on yours within moments, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip and effectively teasing your mouth open for him. You tilted your head back slightly, letting him dominate the kiss, letting his tongue explore as you let out soft little moans against his mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist in a vain attempt to keep you from moving, but you couldn’t help but squirm as you were lavished with attention. A bit of hope that you would in fact get what you had come here for was beginning to rekindle.

When Sniper pulled away you couldn’t even whine. You were too breathless to make a sound. “How about this, darling,” he began, bringing his hands down to the front of his pants, unzipping the fly and shifting the fabric low enough to free his cock. He was already hard from how you were squirming in his lap. “You can sit on my cock, and if you can stay still and not distract me until I’m finished cleaning, I’ll fuck you into next week.”

“Promise?” you asked, even though you were already standing, beginning to pull your pants and underwear down. It was clear you were ready and willing. Still, Sniper humored you with a response.

“I promise, doll.”

You smirked, straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock with a breathy moan. You gave yourself a moment to adjust. Soon you found that it felt quite nice to simply stay still, to enjoy the feeling of being full. Sniper barely made a sound, only letting out a sharp exhale as you took him. He pressed a hand to your back before returning to his previous task. You leaned against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and trying your best to stay still. It wasn’t long before you began to struggle. You couldn't help but rock your hips every so often, teasing yourself, making sure you stayed aroused while also allowing for the slightest bit of stimulation.

You never dared to go further though, stilling your hips whenever you heard Sniper’s breath begin to hitch, holding out for the reward you knew you would receive once this was over. Every so often you glanced over to watch Sniper tend to his rifle. You didn’t know the first thing about gun care though, so you quickly grew bored, and with boredom came impatience. Without even thinking, you started to grind against him, only realizing what you were doing when he let out a low moan that quickly turned into a growl. A sudden and very firm grip on your hair drew a sharp gasp from you.

“Stop squirming, love,” Sniper warned. “Or I’ll leave you here to finish yourself off once I’m done.”

That had you going still almost immediately, planting yourself firmly on Sniper’s lap even as your body protested the lack of movement. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, knowing that you sounded pathetic. It made your face burn red, however it also seemed to invoke some sympathy from your lover. He paused his work, running his hands up and down your back as if to soothe you.

“Just a few more minutes, doll,” he said. You nodded and went back to resting your head on his chest as he worked. It seemed easy enough, but in such a state of arousal minutes began to feel like hours, especially when you were being stretched and filled so nicely.

Your nerves burned with need, screaming to move, to bounce or grind on his cock, but you resisted. While you did manage to stay still, you couldn’t contain your whimpers. Luckily, Sniper didn’t seem to mind that, letting you whine as much as you desired so long as you didn’t move.

You could tell he was growing impatient as well. With a passing glance it wouldn’t have been noticeable, but when you were pressed so close to him you could easily see the small details that gave him away. You watched the way his jaw clenched, the subtle shake of his hands when they were usually so steady, trained for perfect aim. Most of all, you could feel the slight twitch of his cock inside you whenever you clenched around him- which was only sometimes intentional.

After what felt like an eternity, Sniper left his gun to lean against a nearby wall. At some point you had wrapped your legs around his waist, clutching onto him with an iron grip. That happened to come in handy, as he proceeded to stand up while still inside you- his lanky frame didn’t show off how strong he really was- seating you on the small counter of the kitchenette. The cold surface made you shiver. Apparently he intended to fuck you right there, and you certainly weren’t about to complain.

No words were exchanged before Sniper set a brutal pace, the closest thing to communication between the two of you being a heated glance that said everything that needed to be said. You were shaking, harsh moans echoing in the small space of the camper.

“Fuck, you make such pretty sounds when you’re taking my cock,” Sniper gasped, his head practically buried against your neck as he sucked and bit at the easily marked skin. You gripped the edge of the counter with one hand while your other arm looped around Sniper’s shoulder, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt almost hard enough to tear.

“Harder!” you gasped, your desperate request being met with a low chuckle.

“Whatever you say, love,” Sniper said. You didn’t miss the mischievous tone as he gripped onto your hips, pulling you forward suddenly to meet his merciless thrusts. You arched back, head thumping lightly against the cabinets behind you as you shouted dizzy, half coherent repetitions of ‘yes, please, more.’ Even when it seemed that Sniper couldn’t possibly go any faster you kept repeating those words like a mantra, clinging to them like a lifeline. You were barely keeping yourself from going over the edge, wanting this to last just a bit longer before you fell into bliss.

Sniper didn’t seem to be faring much better, his usually restrained growls dissolving into low moans as he began to feel a familiar heat beginning to build. He began to thrust slower and at a different angle, hoping that he would be able to stave off his own climax while also bringing you closer to your own.

You whined at the more gradual pace he set, thinking that he was simply teasing you. “Mundy, please-” You were about to beg him to go faster, to not stop when everything was feeling so good, and that was when he hit the spot he was looking for. Anything else you would have said was cut off with a loud moan. “Oh fuck!” you gasped, arching forward and wrapping your arms over Sniper’s shoulders.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him grinning against your mouth before he pulled away. “There’s the spot,” he whispered, immediately picking up his pace, now aiming for that bundle of nerves that made you see stars. Within moments the pleasure was beginning to build once again, and Sniper could tell by the way you started to tremble around him. “You’re going to come very soon, aren’t you?” He asked. You whined, digging your nails into his skin as his teasing only brought you closer to the edge. “Use your words, love. Tell me how close you are to coming for me.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, collecting yourself just enough to say something coherent. “I’m so fucking close. Please, I want you!”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to sound dominant and commanding, but desperation seeped into his tone. He needed this as much as you did.

“I want you to make me come on your cock,” you growled, teeth clenched as you held out just long enough to see Sniper’s expression as he came undone. With a shaky moan, his thrusts quickly became uneven, and in an instant his hand was caressing down your body, fingers quickly reaching your clit. Even as he spilled into you he focused on that delightfully sensitive area, rubbing gentle circles until you finally snapped, scratching raised red lines into his back as your orgasm overtook you.

When you eventually came down from your high you were shaking, and you muttered a weak apology when you realized your fingernails had drawn some blood. Sniper didn’t seem to mind, after all he had felt much worse. “I must admit, mundane tasks are much more interesting with you seated so nicely on my cock.” He leaned forward, trailing soft kisses up your neck until he reached your ear. “Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Maybe,” you chuckled, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. Suddenly the thought of Sniper cleaning his guns seemed far more erotic than it had before. You smiled fondly, glancing towards him with tired eyes as the afterglow began to settle over you. “I love you.”

Sniper smiled back at you before pulling you forward, treating you much like the doll he often referred to you as. He wrapped your limbs around him so that he could lift you off the hard counter and carry you to the bed, a far more comfortable surface for you to relax on. “I love you too, darling.”