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one-boring-person · 2 years

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Roommates. (Part Two)

Colonel Hans Landa x Female!reader x Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, shower sex, threesome, swearing (?)

A/n: this is entirely historically inaccurate and self-indulgent but oh well. I'm soft for these two.

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Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess

"And where is the lovely (Y/n) today?" Colonel Landa finally asks the question Dieter has been expecting all evening.

"I don't know. She told me this morning she wanted to meet with friends." He shrugs, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray, keeping his gaze from his superior's, "Today's her birthday."

Landa's eyebrows lift, surprise vaguely registering on his face as he takes this in.

"And? Did you get her anything?." He asks, head tilted.

"Well...I wanted to buy her something, but I didn't know what she'd like. I bought her cake after work, but I'm worried it's not enough." Dieter blushes a little, unsure of why he's confessing this to Landa, unused to showing any such weakness to the man, especially since he'll likely regret it later.

Unsurprisingly, Hans scoffs, looking comically disappointed.

"Dieter, that's nowhere near enough! She's your girlfriend!" The colonel recollects himself, "Or did my aid not help you?"

Dieter's face reddens further, the major looking away in embarrassment.

Truthfully, Landa's "help" had indeed made his relationship with (Y/n) more intimate. Since their time together on the sofa, he and his roommate had had sex multiple times, each with increasing levels of satisfaction and pleasure. Each time also came with a certain longing on his part, however. He wishes he could take things further with her, but finds he has no idea whether or not she reciprocates the feeling, and so no real steps had been made to appease that yearning inside him.

Clearly, Landa can see that on his face.

"Ach, Dieter!" He exclaims, barely holding back a grin of exasperation, finding his subordinate highly amusing.

Just as he goes to carry on, however, he hears the front door open.

I call out briefly to Dieter as I walk into the apartment, throwing my bag by the door along with my coat, heading straight for my bedroom, feeling the need to shower, and soon.

The major responds, followed by another, very familiar voice that sends shivers down my spine as I hear it.

Landa.

Freezing in place, I turn towards the door of the lounge and briefly battle internally with myself. Cursing, I go to the door, putting on a false smile as I stand on the threshold, looking in at them.

"Good evening, Dieter. Colonel Landa." I nod at the SS officers, greeting them politely even as flashes of memory from our last time together rush into my head.

"Good evening, Fräulein. Happy birthday!" Landa smirks, having clearly noticed my slight distraction.

Blushing, I smile and look down, glancing at Dieter.

"Thank you, sir." I shift on my feet, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to freshen up."

Both nod, the smile on Landa's face seemingly widening as I thank them and leave, going to my room.

Trying not to think much of it, I strip off my clothes and take a towel from my wardrobe, wrapping it around myself before heading back out into the hall, going to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I let the towel drop and I step into the shower, turning on the feeble stream of water.

Sighing as the gradually warming droplets slide over my skin, I close my eyes, easily falling into my thoughts, tuning out everything around me.

I was supposed to meet with friends for a drink today, spend some time with people for my birthday. Instead, I'd found out that they'd all forgotten about our plans, and my birthday full stop, and so had left me alone. Too upset and embarrassed to go home so early, I'd ended up walking loops around the city until it got too cold to stay out, at which point I'd finally come home. Irritation and and a feeling of upset plague me now as they have done all day, the warning water only abating these very slowly.

As I start to sink deeper into my thoughts, I suddenly feel a pair of hands slide down my body, coming to rest at my hips. A familiar chuckle follows, the cool rush of air brushing my face as the intruder speaks.

"Fräulein, you have a wonderful body." Hans Landa purrs into my ear, brushing his nose along the side of my neck, my eyes flying open now even as a second pair of hands join the first, resting above them.

Confused, I open my eyes and find myself staring at Dieter, whose eyes are dark with lust, lips pulled into a small smirk. Behind me, I can feel Landa lean in again, his tongue flicking out to catch a droplet of water as it beads on my skin, following the trail up to my jaw. Dieter watches, before leaning in to ghost his lips over mine, pulling me towards him.

Sighing at the beginnings of pleasure, I relax into the touches that begin to stroke over my body, all four hands starting to slide over me, feeling every inch of my skin they possibly can. Both men are entirely naked, their cocks gradually hardening at the sound of my breathy gasps, my palms coming up to rest against Dieter's chest, pressing flat against the taut expanse of skin. Lips press against my shoulders and neck, Hans licking and biting gently at me, letting out soft sounds as he lavishes my wet skin with his tongue and mouth. Dieter kisses me, his lips soft against mine, gently taking control as he tilts my head towards him, one of his hands reaching up to grasp one of my breasts. A throaty moan escapes me at this, my back arching, accidentally pushing my ass back into Hans.

At the feeling of my ass rubbing over his hardening cock, Landa groans and pushes forwards, pressing himself against me, and in turn me against Dieter, who is pinned to the wall by the combined weight. Moaning into the kiss at the feeling of their naked bodies pressed against mine, I relish the slide of skin over skin as the space between us is diminished, pleasure rising in me as Dieter's cock slips between my folds, nudging my clit even as Hans presses between my ass cheeks.

A hand suddenly appears at my core, long fingers sliding through my folds, pressing into my clit. Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back onto Landa's shoulder as the fingers move further and press into my entrance, teasing me. Both men attack my throat, licking and sucking at the exposed skin, wet hair brushing over my neck as they lean over me, adding to the pleasure building between my legs as the fingers start to rub over me enthusiastically.

As the fingers slide inside me, my breath hitches and I move my hands to Dieter's hair, pulling on it. The major lets out a guttural growl and pushes forwards, shoving the three of us into the opposite wall, pinning me to it as he starts to kiss me in earnest, tongue working its way into my mouth. Exploring everything it can reach, the slick muscle wraps around mine, the man kissing me swallowing every sound that escapes me, the fingers inside me thrusting far faster now. Both men grind their cocks into me, groaning out. Hans' grip on me is tight, his hands now moving up to palm at my breasts, tweaking my nipples I time with the thrust of the fingers, which I now recognise as his. Dieter's grip on me is also tight, but he seems to be reaching around me to grope at Landa now as well, drawing a grunt from the colonel, who bucks into the touch.

Pulling back, the two look over my shoulder at each other, before Dieter turns his gaze to me, smirking as he lowers his hand to his cock. The fingers inside me pull out, leaving me with no time to be disappointed as his thick, veined cock replaces them, penetrating me deeply, hitting the spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Tilting my head back, I can only moan as Hans' cock slides in slowly beside the first, stretching me out painfully.

Thankfully, he retains the slower pace he had used the first time, continuing on until he's fully seated beside Dieter, slightly longer but with a little less girth, though the delicious stretch does not show this at all. Aroused and ready for more, I rock my hips down on them, crying out as the two men suddenly thrust hard out and into me, slamming themselves into me.

After the first hard thrust, however, they revert to a powerful but slow pace, lips pressed to my shoulders, tonguing lazily at my skin as they fuck into me. The two whisper praises, telling me how well I'm taking them and how good I feel stretched around them, my body feeling so full I could burst. Pleasure builds swiftly, my slick dripping down my legs even as I feel the first trails of precum within me, the thrusts now getting erratic as we meet our ends.

I climax first, tightening like a vice around them, practically screaming as the pleasure envelopes me entirely, blinding me in its white-hot ferocity. Consumed by euphoria, I collapse against Hans and Dieter, who groan as they pull out, jerking themselves off against me until they both cum, painting me in thick white ropes of the stuff even as water courses down our bodies.

Breathing heavily, we remain in each other's hold for a time, basking in the bliss of our combined orgasms. Eventually, we move, or rather they move me as I go limp, too exhausted to do anything as they clean me up, hands soft as they rub over my body.

In no time, we're all showered and clean again.

Climbing out, Dieter picks me up, holding me against his chest, Hans having wrapped a towel around me and patted me dry, smiling and murmuring sweet nothings the whole time. Dieter gazes down at me, smiling softly, his wet hair hanging in his face, disheveled and beautiful, just as Landa's is as he looks at me.

As they carry me to my bedroom, having dried themselves, I feel a sense of loss growing in me. It only grows as they place me down on my bed.

"Stay...please stay…" I murmur, looking up at the two officers hopefully but tiredly, lying bonelessly on the bed, trying to plead with my eyes.

Surprisingly, they both smile.

"As you wish." Hans says, nodding at Dieter as they climb into the bed with me, the former on my right, the latter on my left.

Smiling happily, I curl into Dieter's body, glad when I feel Hans press against my back, his arm looped over my waist, their combined warmth seeping into me. As Dieter pulls up the covers, I feel him press a soft kiss to my forehead. Landa starts to him softly, a gentle lullaby that quickly lulls me to sleep.

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kimhargreeves · 2 years

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Love and Denial-Dieter Hellstrom x Reader (Inglorious Basterds)

Summary: You and Dieter are both SS officers, moving to France you both have no choice but to become roommates. His hatred towards you isn't anything new, but a few words from Hans Landa makes him realize that he really likes you, he plans to show this feelings to you soon enough.

(Never expected to write about Dieter from Inglorious Basterds since he wasn't one of my favorite, but now I need more of him. I will be writing a lot on these characters. Also this was inspired by a one shot I read.)

"Under no circumstances do I want to see you interrupt me and Colonel Hans Landa meeting."

Was the first and last warning i was given by my friend, or should I say colleague Dieter Hellstrom. One of the top parties of the Nazi I've had the misfortune to meet. I kept a frown on my face last night when he warned me of today's meeting at our current home.

For the time being we were in France. We would be staying here for a while so instead of paying a fortune, though some didn't mind, we decided to split the money in half. Making things a lot more easier for us.

Though it was neither of our idea at first. Hans Landa was ecstatic when found out about this, he was the one who sort of forced Dieter and I to live together

Both go us never got along and the only time I would get free time from him would be at night. Now it's been a living nightmare having to see him at work and at night too.

"Whatever you ask Major." I teased and left off to my room that night.

Now it was the next day and the dark haired man was probably inside having something to drink with his fellow superior. He had his men with him here in France and so did I.

It was greatly uncommon to see a woman ordering about the Nazi party but I was one of the few, well respected. But, Dieter didn't take my work seriously. We began out training many years ago and since day one he's been the same.

Deceitful, clever, sarcastic and knows how to charm people with his facade. Oh, how I wanted to just punch his face sometimes.

If someone were to wonder what a true German would look like, then Dieter would be the perfect example. He's cunning, prideful of his work and his country a lot. The Fuehrer would be proud of him. I on the other hand had a different mindset than Dieter, though if he were to known and there's no telling what the Germans would do to me.

I simply did what I had to do to keep living and I will continue to do so.

The moment I started working for the Germans I was taught everything to survive, but one of the many works I did that made me rank up to the top was of a spy. Only very few new of my work and how I would do anything to get information from the enemy.

Dieter was no exception. Though I know of his hatred towards me I will say I've seen slight concern on his half, though most of them would be just insults and how I'll get myself killed. That happened once when I arrived all bloody with a few cuts

Deciding to avoid his warning from yesterday I began to head back home. There was nothing interesting at all going on and I wasn't planning to go back to work today on my free day. I was wearing regular clothes feeling too hot to be wearing the uniform today.

I peeked my head out when I entered my small home and saw Hans having a drink with Dieter smoking a cigarette, both men sharing a conversation. I quietly stated to move forward being careful with not making a sound of for either of them to see me come in.

"(Y/N)!" I nearly tripped onto an expensive vase when I heard my name being exclaimed from Hans mouth. The Colonel smirked when he noticed me presence.

Dieter on the other hand shot me an irritated look, knowing well of the task he had with me before bed. I grew nervous and remained still not wanting to say anything that would offend either men. Though my presence was offensive enough for the other one.

Both officer's eyes landed on me again again Hans whispered something to himself. "Dieter, I thought you told me this wonderful lady was asleep and feeling unwell."

Dieter fought the urge to roll his eyes he just confirmed to smoke his cigarette. "I simply told her to go and take a walk." He said not looking at me.

This made the Colonel scoff and look at the younger man. "Und diese Dame allein lassen? Es ist unhöflich, deine Freundin allein zu lassen." ( And leave this lady on her own? It's rude to leave your girlfriend on her own.)

This made Dieter cough up the smoke and it made me want to run away. I glanced over to see Dieter and found him also glancing back at me, both out faces got flustered.

"There's no way I'm into her!"

"There's no way I'm into him!"

Both of us shouted and looked away from one another. We both heard Colonel Landa laugh. "You both are like s bunch of teenagers, or, should I say an old married couple who keeps on fighting over the slightest of things."

Hans said in his thick English accent. I noticed a look of disgust on Dieter's face when Hans spoke those words.

"If you're not quick a lucky man will take her. Her cooking is excellent that even our Fuehrer would be proud."

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." I smiled and blushed at the compliment. Dieter simply looked back at me and scoffed before looking forward again.

"My dear. Since we are all free today, would you mind accompanying us."

I definitely didn't expect the Colonel to be asking us out. What is it that he is planning? It would be rude to disobey him, though if I agree my roommate will only grow more irritated at me. "i would love to, sir." I smile once again.

Colonel Landa clapped his hands together, "Excellent!"

I excuse myself and rushed over to my room to get dressed into something better. A bit of dirt had landed on my dress so why started looking for another one, a lot more decent looking and prettier than the rest.

I peeked my head out once again and now saw both men on their feet waiting by the door. "Sie ist nichts als eine Mitbewohnerin, eine einfache Möglichkeit, das Abendessen zu erhalten und weniger für diesen Ort zu bezahlen."

(She is nothing but a roommate, an easy way to receive dinner and pay less for this place.) I heard Dieter tell Colonel Landa.

This made the older man scoff and pat his shoulder. "Männer sagen das immer. Als nächstes wissen Sie, dass Sie verheiratet sind und Kinder haben." (Men always say that. Next thing you know you're married and with children.)

I pressed my ear closer and saw Dieter almost glaring at Hans for even teasing him with this conversation.

"Tell me. A talk from man to man. What do you want in a woman? Are you interested in forming a life either here in France or Germany."

It was unusual to hear Hans having these types of conversations. I might say that he sometimes acted like an older brother to Dieter Hellstrom. I rested my head on the wall next to me and stared at Dieter.

His cold hard stare sometimes does things to me. His perfect posture and the way his uniform looks so well and fitted on him-

"Well, my ideal woman would have to be headstrong, fearless, not afraid to speak her mind-"

Dieter immediately stopped when he saw the face Hans was giving him. "You just gave a brief description of Mrs (Y/N).

"I don't have feelings for her." He muttered and looked away from Hans.

I remember back then when we started training. He was having joy from fighting me, both of us panting and trying to attack or block them. I ended up on the ground with him gripping my hair and a boot which landed on my chest. Immediately after that I kicked him, held him down on the ground and accidentally landed s punch on his nose.

"I know that look you gave to her ever since she landed that punch, Hellstrom." Landa spoke again.

That's enough. Like he would ever return those feelings back, he's too prideful of himself and would out his country first.

Slowly I walked out and both of them turned to look back at them. I small blush landed on my cheeks when I noticed Dieter looking at me, even if what Hans said isn't true. At least Dieter's look on me will satisfy me.

"Schön wie immer, meine Liebe. Ausgezeichnete Wahl in der Kleidung." (Beautiful as always, My love. Excellent choice in clothing. Hans proudly said.

"Tell me, (Y/N). Are you a virgin?" His eyes seemed to darken. He wished to know the truth.

I felt my palms sweating up a bit. Even Dieter didn't expect the question since he seemed nervous as well. "Colonel-"

Landa simply gave a warning look to Dieter. "In your profession of work I wouldn't be surprised if a man-"

"I am." I quickly replied. I felt extremely embarrassed and felt my entire face turn red, many men thought the opposite. "Never once have I been intimate with a man."

Colonel Landa simply smirked and patted Dieter's back making him jump a bit. "Alright then. I'll be meeting you both soon. Dieter, you know where to go." Dieter nodded his head and saluted at Hans when he left.

As soon as Hans left Dieter glanced back and motioned for me to follow him outside. A car was awaiting for us. "Where are we going?" I asked before entering.

Dieter rolled his eyes as he adjusted his uniform and coat to look down at me with a smirk. "Do you think I'm going to tell you?"

"I'll make you tell me." I crossed my arms over my chest and teased him. His eyes seemed to darken. Instead he gripped both my shoulders tight and forced me to get into the car.

I huffed annoyed and felt him sit next to me when he closed the car and the engine started. The driver simply remained silent not daring to speak unless he was told to.

I pouted my lips and stared outside the window to my left and slowly looked back at Dieter. This action had made many men fall to my feet, maybe it'll work.

Even if he might push me aside if even punch me. I have to know if it'll work.

"Come on why don't you tell me?" I whispered and leaned closer to him and rested my hand on his leg. Dieter simply gave me a dark look and grabbed my wrist.

So it I'm didn't work. Dieter sighed to himself and boredly looked out of the window after relaxing hid grip on me.

"Frederick Zoller is infatuated with a woman. We are simply doing as Colonel Landa and his said. We'll be over with this in no time."

I tilted my head confused on what they may want. But I quickly smiled to myself and continued looking out the window until the car finally made it to a stop outside a movie theater.

#inglorious basterds #hans landa #dieter hellstrom #dieter hellstrom x reader #inglorious basterds x reader #quentin tarantino movies #german movies #aldo raine #frederick zoller

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one-boring-person · 2 years

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Roommates.

Colonel Hans Landa x Female!reader x Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, threesome, double penetration, oral, swearing

Context: the reader is Dieter's roommate and Landa gets involved ;)

A/n: this is nearly 4000 words long apparently 😅

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Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess @jawline-of-steel @wholenoet @etheralmuse

"Sturmbannführer, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend."

Dieter can't help but sigh at his superior's comment. Too many times has he had to have this discussion, and he's tired of it.

"I don’t have a girlfriend. She’s just a roommate." He looks between Colonel Landa and (Y/n), who stands a little nervously in one of the doors, still caught between making a comment at his late return and greeting the two SS officers, "That’s (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

"Ah, forgive me. I can be naive at times." Hans laughs, knowing full well he's very rarely naive in any aspect of his life, "Nice to meet you, Miss."

(Y/n)'s eyes flick to Dieter's in confusion as she listens to the two speak, staring somewhat dumbly at Hans as he approaches and takes her hand in his, kissing her knuckles softly. A blush dusts her cheeks, something Dieter can't remember seeing since he accidentally walked in on her during a private moment. Somehow, it makes him somewhat jealous. Of them both.

"She doesn't speak German, Colonel, only French and English." He steps in smiling tightly at his roommate, speaking in English now, as is their custom, "(Y/n), this is Colonel Hans Landa of the SS."

"Ah. Pleasure to meet you, Colonel." She smiles and returns her gaze to the older man's, "I'm sorry, I did not recognise you. I would've dressed better if I'd known you were coming."

She shoots Dieter an irritated look, to which he sends her an equally annoyed look.

"The pleasure is all mine, Fräulein." The colonel nods, still smiling in that pleasant way of his, "And you must not worry about dressing up, you are in your own home after all."

(Y/n) smiles again, "Of course, Colonel."

Dieter can hear the clipped tone of her voice, almost amused to hear her tell tale hint of nervousness in her voice - he's come to recognise the signs of her different emotions over his time with her.

"And how is it that you two have come to know each other?" Landa cocks a brow at the major, a playful glint in his eye.

"Through a joint misfortune." Dieter replies, trying his best to keep his own tone dismissive, impassive.

The colonel only nods, his expression not giving away anything as to his current thoughts.

"So, shall we…?" He speaks in German again, clearly trying to return the conversation to business, gesturing to the closed door of Dieter's office.

"Jawohl, Standartenführer." The major nods, starting to lead his superior towards the door.

"My regrets that I can't speak with you longer, Miss. Perhaps later." Hans grins at (Y/n), winking before going after the major, seemingly not quite seeing the flash of jealousy on Dieter's otherwise expressionless face.

Before he shuts the door, Dieter shoots (Y/n) yet another disgruntled look, wishing not for the first time that night that Landa hadn't wanted to come to him.

As the door shuts, I can't help but stare after it, still confused by the whole encounter. I hadn't been expecting Hellstrom home for at least another hour or so, and especially not with company.

A shudder goes through me at the memory of Landa, unable to get the suave tone and glittering eyes from my mind, as well as the icy possessiveness in Dieter's as he watched our interaction - I've never seen him look at me like that before. Something about the Colonel had changed something in the young major, particularly in his regard of me. An inexplicable heat starts to rush through me as I recognise the familiar desire pooling inside me, joined by a fiery new lust for our unexpected guest.

Shaking my head, I go to the kitchen, starting to cook a pot of Feigen Kaffee for myself. Quickly, the not-quite-right smell fills the room, distracting me from the confusion in my head, bringing me from the thoughts of the two men in the other room. Pulling a cup from the cupboard, I wait for the coffee to heat, tapping a tune out on the counter softly, my mind unfortunately straying again very quickly.

With every passing thought, I can feel myself becoming hotter and hotter, need racing through me, so strong I'm stuck wondering if I can get away with relieving myself of the tension quickly building. I push the thoughts away quickly, knowing Landa is far too observant to miss the obvious signs and sounds.

Once the coffee is warm, I pour myself a cup and sit back down, retreating into my thoughts.

My mind never stops returning to the look on Dieter's face when Landa spoke with me. He and I had known each other for nearly a year now, neither particularly happy with the living arrangements we've had to make as a result of a complication somewhere along the line. We had eventually managed to get into a routine of sorts, ignoring each other until it became clear we had to converse at times. We became cordial, and have since remained like that, despite the ever-growing desire in me to get to know him better. Seeing him in his uniform so often, or especially when he's not in uniform and nowhere near as slick as he usually appears to be, has long since become a guilty pleasure of mine, my face often heating at the thought of him like that.

Colonel Landa has only tonight joined the fantasy, but he's sure as hell playing a large part of it now.

By the time I'm snapped from my reverie, the Feigen Kaffee has gone cold, pooling miserably at the bottom of my cup. The sound of the door opening and closing is what interrupted me, drawing me almost instinctively to the hall to see what's going on.

I'm surprised to find Dieter and Landa in the lounge rather than by the front door, both sitting and talking softly amongst themselves. Curious, I move to the doorway, standing there awkwardly as I wait for one of them to notice me.

Unfortunately, Dieter is the first to see me.

He frowns at me over Landa's head, until his superior notices him looking, following his line of sight.

"Ah, (Y/n)! Come join us!" The colonel beams at me, gesturing for me to sit between him and Dieter on the small sofa.

Caught off guard by his sudden address, I hesitate for a moment, my eyes once again meeting those of my roommate.

"It's rude to keep Colonel Landa waiting." Dieter's words are stern, but for some inexplicable reason, they send a flush of heat through me.

Murmuring a soft apology, I bow my head and enter the room, sitting awkwardly between the two SS officers.

Immediately, I feel the weight of both their gazes on me, my cheeks reddening at the attention.

"How long have you been cohabiting with Sturmbahnführer Hellstrom here?" Landa asks after a moment, voice neutral though his expression seems to be anything but innocent as he regards me, piercing eyes seeming to stare straight through me.

"Nearly a year now, Colonel." I tell him, averting my eyes at the intensity of his gaze.

Softly, he tuts, clicking his tongue as he lifts a hand and places his fingers under my chin, turning my head to him again. Again, the action sends a flare of heat to my stomach.

"Now, now, it is rude not to look at someone when they are speaking with you, Fräulein." The colonel reprimands me, his tone light, teasing.

I can feel Dieter shift beside me, probably irritated by me.

"Sorry, sir." I apologize quickly, trying hard not to bite my lip in embarrassment.

Landa smiles, appearing conspiratorial.

"No worries, Fräulein." He hums, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity now, "How long have you been attracted to the dear Sturmbahnführer?"

My heart stops in my chest.

How could he possibly think that...or know that...it's one of my deepest secrets!

"W-What?" I stammer, going tense even as I feel Dieter do the same, his breath catching in his throat.

"How long have you known you hold an attraction towards Major Dieter Hellstrom?" Landa repeats patiently, his eyes flicking to the other man's face, seemingly finding what he sees amusing, "I might ask you a similar question, Sturmbahnführer. How long have you known of your own attraction to her?"

Neither of us speak, too shocked to do so.

Eventually, the Colonel laughs.

"My, my, you two are shy! It seems a little...instruction may be required." He smirks, "I'd be only too happy to help."

Confused now, I look at him, swallowing at the cunning look in his eye. Glancing at Dieter, I find a similar expression on his face, though he must know what Landa means, as his eyes have clouded with what I can only describe as lust.

"Ah, Dieter, you have worked out what I mean." Landa grins, reaching out and placing a hand gently on my thigh.

Surprised, I freeze up, unable to stop the sighs escaping me as he starts to drag his fingers over the fabric covering my skin, drawing circles as he moves higher and higher. Pushing his hand further, Hans watches as my skirt bunches up over his knuckles, my muscles tensing under his touch.

"So responsive...I wonder what two of us can achieve." He smirks, flicking his eyes across to meet Dieter's as he slowly leans in, nudging my chin up with his nose before he presses his lips to my neck in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

The moan that leaves me is apparently the last straw for Dieter, his own hand suddenly appearing on my thigh, leaning across to ghost his lips over my cheek.

"Is this...is this ok, (Y/n)?" He whispers, breath fanning out over my cheek.

"Y-yes...please do more…" I find myself giving in to the touches and caresses of both men, moaning as their lips start to lavish my neck, leaving marks and wet bruises in their wake, hands now gripping at me eagerly as I arch into their touch.

One hand - Landa's - runs up my body and takes hold of my breast through my blouse, squeezing so that my mouth falls open in pleasure, his lips swiftly plastering over mine at the opportunity, tongue instantly slipping past. My moans and groans are swallowed as he explores my mouth, pressing closer even as Dieter begins to unbutton my shirt, biting at my collarbone. Their scents surround me, mingling wonderfully and heightening my arousal as I give in to their touches, feeling the hand still on my thigh sliding dangerously close to my crotch.

Dieter manages to pull my shirt off, his lips quickly attaching themselves to the skin exposed above my breast, licking over it as he moves to unclip my bra, groaning as one of my hands comes up to lace itself in his hair. He's quick in exposing me properly, swiftly sucking my nipple into his mouth as soon as he can, flicking his tongue over it, grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin even as I start to buck into him, mouth still claimed by the ravishing tongue of Landa.

The colonel pulls back, leaving a string of saliva between us, his eyes blown with lust as his finger grazes over my underwear, feeling my wetness through the fabric.

"You should kiss her, Dieter. She's wonderful." He growls, urging the other man up to my lips as I whine and whimper under their joint ministrations.

I barely manage to catch my breath before Dieter is kissing me, going much faster than Hans had, eager to get a taste of what his superior had. I moan at the sensation, body tensing in pleasure as Hans suddenly tears my panties from me and slips a finger between my folds, rubbing over my clit deliberately slowly. Arching into him, I scramble to grab hold of something, pleasure spreading through me like wildfire now. A hand takes hold of mine, directing me towards Dieter, where it carefully presses my palm against the major's rapidly growing bulge. It takes me a second to realize that it's Landa directing me, the broken moan that escapes Dieter as he pulls back from the kiss to press his head to my shoulder proving his surprise at the action.

I marvel at the feeling of my roommate's stiffening cock in his uniform trousers, experimentally squeezing him. Instantly, Dieter's hips buck up into my touch, drawing a chuckle from Hans, who mouths at my neck, moving my hand in time with his own.

"She's so wet for us, Dieter, so ready for us." The colonel tells his subordinate, punctuating each word with a press of his fingers against my clit, now slipping them down to tease my aching hole. Whining, I squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasure racing through me, hardly able to believe these two men are doing this with me.

The two officers seem to silently communicate with one another, their hands disappearing from me momentarily, only to maneuver me onto my front, my ass raised, head propped on the arm of the sofa. Opening my eyes, I look around, only to be stopped by a hand under my chin. Looking up, I nearly groan at the sight of Dieter standing over me, his hand palming himself through his trousers.

"(Y/n), if you wouldn't mind getting Dieter all ready to take you, that would be much appreciated." Landa's teasingly polite voice floats up from somewhere behind me and I realize he's now kneeling on the sofa directly by my ass, his hands quickly returning to my hips.

"Y-yes, Sir." I stutter back, shaking in need as he pushes my skirt down my legs, pulling it down completely.

"Good girl." This time Dieter speaks, his voice rough with lust, blue eyes staring down at me as he unbuckles his belt, opening his trousers to pull his hard cock from its confines. I moan at the sight, licking my lips in preparation for what's about to come, reaching out to feel the head. He twitches under my touch, biting back a groan.

Filled with lust, Dieter pushes forwards, sliding his cock past my lips and into my mouth. I tongue at it instantly, swirling the strong muscle around his head, tasting him and the precum beginning to head there. Even as I do this, I suddenly feel two fingers press into my hole, a moan vibrating around the cock in my mouth as my muscles clench around the intrusion. Landa soothes me with soft hushing sounds, pushing his digits as far into me as he can, starting to fuck me with them. Pleasure flows through me, small moans continuously escaping me, sending the vibrations up through Dieter's cock, making his hips buck at the feeling.

"Scheiße, (Y/n)..." The major grits out, his hand moving to grip my hair, urging me further down his length.

A particularly harsh twist of Hans' fingers inside me draws a gasp from me, allowing Dieter's cock to slide far deeper, tapping the back of my throat. Gagging, I swallow around him, a throaty moan leaving him at the sensation of my throat around him. Drool drips down my chin now as the major starts to fuck my mouth, body tense, face twisted in pleasure. Landa start a to match the pace, fucking his fingers into me harder and faster, the pleasure in my stomach building fast, my hole tightening around him even as he starts to scissor his fingers. Taking his other hand, Hans starts to play with my clit, pressing his thumb over it, carefully adding a third finger to the mix inside me, searching for the spit inside me that'll send me over the edge. Moaning and panting around the cock being forced in and out of my mouth, I feel myself getting closer and closer, relishing in the feeling of both men giving me pleasure.

"Come on, Fräulein, I can feel you getting tighter for me. Show us what you can do." Hans teases, suddenly crooking his fingers into my g-spot.

With a cry, I climax, spilling all over Landa's hand as he fucks me through it, chuckling as I moan around Dieter. The major stills, fighting back his own orgasm as he tries not to fuck my mouth any more, his cock twitching on my tongue.

"Good girl, (Y/n). Quite beautiful." The colonel praises, removing his hand from me, "Now, Dieter, I'm sure she's all ready for you."

Hellstrom stills completely, looking surprised until Hans repeats himself.

"Come on, give her a good fuck." He commands, stepping away.

Dieter hastily slides his cock from my mouth, almost groaning at the sensation, moving around to kneel behind me. Sensitive and limp, but more than willing to keep going, I moan as he presses the blunt head of his cock against my quivering hole, slowly driving into me. He feels a lot thicker now than he did when he was fucking my mouth, my walls stretching considerably to accommodate the intrusion. His hands are right on my hips, holding me steady as he bottoms out, breathing heavily.

Just as he starts to fuck me, thrusting hard but slow, Hans comes round to my head, his cock already in hand, a smirk on his face. Willingly, I part my lips for him, letting him use me now as pleasure quickly starts to build within me again. Whimpering around the colonel's impossibly hard cock, I squeeze my eyes shut, giving in to the sensations of them using my body for their own pleasure, a flash of heat going through me at the knowledge.

Both men are moaning now, Landa's more subtle than Hellstrom's but still as arousing to hear, my cunt becoming impossibly wetter as Dieter slams into me. His pace quickens, Hans following suit as he places his hands on my head, fucking my mouth ruthlessly as he chases his own pleasure, strands of hair falling into his face. Ecstasy begins to build within me, moans stifled by the cock in my throat, the knot in my stomach tightening once again.

All of a sudden, Hans pulls out, stopping Dieter.

"W-why have we stopped, Sir?" Dieter pants out, struggling not to thrust into me as I clench around his hard cock.

"Because, Sturmbannführer, I have a far better method of bringing us all to climax in mind." The colonel caresses my face softly, "Dieter, lie on your back on the sofa."

Hans helps me to my feet as the major complies, confused as to what is happening.

"Good. Now (Y/n), if you wouldn't mind straddling him. Let him penetrate you again." I follow the orders exactly, shuddering as Dieter slides back inside me, his cock fitting me perfectly now.

As Hans climbs up behind me, however, I feel a cool flash of fear as I realize what he's planning to do, my grip on Dieter tightening nervously.

"Sir-" I start, only for him to shush me softly.

"You will enjoy this, Fräulein. You only have to relax." Hans whispers to me, leaning in to kiss my neck, arms wrapping around my body to briefly fondle my breasts before one slides down to play with my clit.

By now, Dieter has figured out what is going to happen too, his eyes wide, cock undeniably twitching inside me.

Unable to resist the soft waves of pleasure coming from my clit, I squeeze my eyes shut and relax into the Colonel, biting my lip as I feel the head of his cock start to nudge at my already stretched opening. With one last kiss to my shoulder, he pushes inside.

Initially, there's pain, a cry escaping me as I'm stretched past my usual limits. Feeling me go tense, Hans stops for a moment, soothing me in his soft, smooth voice, Dieter's hands rubbing over my thighs almost lovingly now, murmuring his own encouragement. It takes time for the pain to subside, but as it does, I give a sharp nod and brace myself for more as Landa begins to slide further inside me.

Somehow, he manages to slot in perfectly beside Dieter, the two moaning loudly as the Colonel bottoms out, my walls clenched impossibly tight around them both. Panting, we remain still for a moment, regaining our composures before Hans begins to move.

At first, both officers move somewhat tentatively, waiting to see my reaction as they thrust their cocks in and out of me at alternating rhythms, do it slow enough that I can easily stop them if I need to. At the moment, however, I can think of nothing worse than stopping them, rapidly melting into the pleasure the combined stretch of their cocks is bringing, my body yearning for more.

"F-faster…" I murmur, tilting my head back onto Hans' shoulder, giving him room to kiss and suck at my neck.

Almost instantly, the two fuck into me much faster, hips slamming into mine, Dieter's pelvic bone hitting my clit with the ferocity of his thrusts, my breasts bouncing as I move on their cocks. Moans and cries fall from my lips like rain, my hands clutching at the major beneath me as the Colonel behind me bends over me further, pressing me down against the other man. Ecstasy races through me and I bury my face in Dieter's neck as he starts to lavish my breasts with hot kisses and bites, holding me close as he and Landa fuck me.

All of a sudden, my climax washes over me, a loud half-scream tearing from me as the pleasure explodes within me. My senses are consumed, nothing except the feeling of their cocks moving inside me registering in my euphoria-hazed mind as I fall onto Dieter. Going limp, I whimper and whine as they both pull out, grinding against me to reach their own orgasms.

Ropes of cum streak up my stomach and back, mixes of German profanities and loud groans coming from both men as they grip at me tightly, almost animalistic in how they press themselves into me, biting down on me to keep themselves from being too loud.

As we come down from our highs, we collapse on top of one another, sticky and sweaty but consumed with bliss, each breathing heavily. It takes a long while for any of us to speak again.

"I have to say, this was not how I envisioned this evening to go." Hans says, sounding breathless as he climbs off of me, leaving me curled in Dieter's hold, covered in marks and cum.

"Me neither." Dieter laughs softly, looking down at me.

"That makes three of us." I agree, wincing as I try to move, a pain forming between my legs...it's not an unpleasant pain, but a good reminder of what has happened tonight.

Landa notices, grinning.

"If I were you, Fräulein, I would not try walking for a little while."

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