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KonigxFemale Reader

NSFW, cuddling, cock warming

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Sleepless nights weren’t foreign to you. They were actually more common than the well-rested ones. Tossing. Turning. Checking the clock for the billionth time. It was a routine. One you despised on those lonely nights in an empty bed. But it wasn’t always bad. There were those too far and in between nights where you weren’t alone. When you had the warmth and comfort from your 6’10” battering ram, war criminal boyfriend laying in bed next to you. Of course, there was still the sleeplessness for you and him both, but it wasn’t nearly as irritating or frustrating when you had Konig next to you to keep you company.

“Maus,” Konig sighed with a yawn, “stay still.”

“It won’t make a difference.” You rolled over to face him, waiting for him to look at you.

Konig peeked at you, barely lifting one of his eyelids while he kept the other closed, “try it and find out.”

You scooted closer to him, “I’ve tried it before. It doesn’t work. I just lay there in silence, waiting to move again. It’s like sitting at a red light that’s taking too long to change and all I want to do is slam on the gas and go but there’s an old lady crossing the street at the same time so I can’t because that would be murder.”

“You have such a way with words, Liebling.” He smirked. Seeing that always made you melt a little.

Konig draped his arm over your side and pulled you flush against his body, engulfing you in him, “komm zu mir.”

You nuzzled against his chest and closed your eyes, breathing him in. 4 long months without him had been taking its toll on you and now you finally had him back. It was a comfort you didn’t realize you needed until that moment. He pressed his lips to the top of your head while his large hand softly stroked along your back beneath your shirt.

His softness with you was always a surprise. For someone so big and intimidating, he had the sweet and timid demeanor of a puppy. It was confusing but welcomed. He could literally break a man in half with his bare hands, but only touched you with the utmost tenderness and care.

“Meine Maus,” Konig whispered, “Liebling?”

You stirred and whimpered in response, “hm?”

“Are you asleep?” He asked softly, still keeping his voice down like he was trying not to wake you up.

“Not anymore.” You yawned and stretched your body out as you remained against him.

“Scheiße. I’m sorry, Liebling. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You couldn’t help but feel bad for even telling him you were asleep, “it’s okay. I probably would’ve woken up soon anyways. Are you okay?”

“I cannot sleep. I’m- how did you put it? I want to hit the old woman crossing the street.”

“Close enough.” You laughed and reached up to cup his face, “how can I help you not hit the grandma?”

Konig leaned down and nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours, “there is one thing that will help.”

“Oh? What’s that?” You feigned innocence like you didn’t know exactly what he was referring to.

“No teasing tonight, Liebling. Please?” His soft plea would’ve had you doing anything he wanted without question.

“Okay. No teasing.” You pressed your lips to his softly before breaking away and turning over onto your side to face away from him.

You shimmied your panties down as he lifted the hem of your shirt, technically his shirt, but you had claimed it without hesitation the second he removed it when he returned. You loved the way it smelled of him and how you could feel wrapped in him constantly, even with him right there next to you.

“Meine maus,” He muttered against your ear with softly spoken words, his warm breath hitting in waves as he rubbed the tip of his cock between your slick folds, “du bist so klein.”

You pushed back against him, desperate to feel him again, as if you hadn’t spent the last 24 hours fucking already. But this was a different need for you both.

His breath hitched in his throat, capturing any more words he was going to speak into your ear as he pressed his thick cock to your cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of his head stretching you again. Always taking you by surprise each time. Any other man would’ve been so eager to be balls deep inside you he would’ve shoved it in without any concern for your comfort, but not Konig. He was determined to go as slow as possible. To let you feel him inch by perfect inch, but also making certain you didn’t feel even an ounce of pain while you tried to take him.

“Sag es mir, Liebling.” He whispered with a soft groan.

“Keep going.” You reached over your shoulder to caress his face, reassuring him, “it- it feels so good. Such a good boy.”

You could practically feel his cheeks flush from your words. He was too cute for his own good.

Konig’s hand gripped your hip as he pushed into you more. He remained so gentle, even when his fingers were digging into your soft skin. No matter how many times you told him you didn’t mind it, he refused to leave marks of any kind. No bites. No bruises. Not even a hickey. He wanted to keep you unmarred and perfect just for him.

“Konig…” You whined softly at the fullness already, but you knew he wasn’t even halfway through.

“Perfekte kleine Maus. So eng. So warm.” He muttered with a crack in his voice, heavy with his need and desperation for you.

The second he was buried to the hilt within you, he let out an appreciative groan and instinctively thrust into you. Wrapping his arms around your body as he held you there.

“Ich liebe dich.” He kissed the side of your head, stilling inside you, holding you tighter.

“Ich liebe dick.” You smiled, knowing he was rolling his eyes at you.

He kissed you again while you settled against him. There was a peacefulness that draped over the two of you in those moments. It was as if being connected like that was all you needed for your bodies to relax enough to rest. It never failed either. Within a few minutes you were both drifting off into the most restful and calming sleep you’d had in months.

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After a knock down, drag out mission, you and the rest of 141, along with Konig, were ready for some rest. Of course, that wasn't possible while all of you were bleeding out and suffering from various injuries. You were intent on tending to theirs, but didn't account for the fact that you were one person and they were 4 very big men with little regard for themselves.

Tags: Wound care, cutting clothing off, descriptions of blood, alcohol is involved, and comfort.

Characters: Female Reader, Captain John Price, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish, and Konig.

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War torn and exhausted, Task Force 141 returned to base to rest before gearing up for the next mission. Out of all of you, your wounds were the least demanding in need for attention, but that didn’t stop them from obsessing over them like you were seconds from death. You knew you were bleeding a little, but you were barely grazed by a bullet. It was nothing in comparison to their injuries.

“Sit down.” Price said, “Soap, get the med kit.”

“Guys, really, I’m okay. It doesn’t even hurt.” You tossed your gear down and kicked your boots off, “if anyone needs the med kit, it’s Konig. His finger is hanging on by a thread. Literally.”

Konig sat down with a heavy thud on the sofa, “nein, it’s fine.”

“Sit.” Ghost pulled a chair out for you.

“You’re almost as bad as Konig. Can you even see out of that eye anymore?”

“I have another.” He said as if it wasn’t a big deal to have someone bash him in the face, crack his mask, and leave a gash across his eye which was still bleeding.

“Got the kit.” Soap returned and placed the first aid kit on the table, “let’s have a look at you.”

“Seriously? You’re dripping blood everywhere like you’re leaving breadcrumbs for the enemy and you’re worried about me?” You felt like you were crazy for thinking they needed to be helped first. It was like they had no perception of their own injuries.

Price grabbed your arm and led you over to the chair, “sit. That’s an order.”

You sat down with a sigh, “fine, but if one of you dies while I’m putting a Band-Aid over this papercut, then I’m bringing you back to life and killing you myself.”

Soap sat down across from you and opened the kit while you rolled your sleeve up past your elbow.

“No, take it off.” Ghost said.

“Take what- my shirt?”

“Off.” Price ordered in a stern tone that left no room for an argument.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the hem of your shirt. The second you tried to lift it over your head, you winced, which was apparently the wrong thing to do because they all tensed at the sight of you being in pain.

“Need a hand?” Soap offered.

“Nope. I got it. Just give me a second.” You took a deep breath in, trying to prepare yourself, but before you could try again, Ghost and Price were on either side of you helping you lift it over your head and tossing it to the floor.

“Steamin’ Jesus.” Soap said.

“What?” You glanced down to see just how soaked your compression shirt was with your blood, “oh, damn.”

“Take it off.” Soap was already pulling out supplies like he was about to do surgery.

You looked at him and then back to the others.

“It wasn’t a request, love.” Ghost said, “we have to see how bad it is.”

Konig pushed himself off the couch and stood up with a grunt and limped towards you, “come on, Liebling. We only want to help.”

“I know, but it’s really not that-“

“You’re bleeding like a fucking stuck pig. It’s obviously worse than you think.” Ghost said.

“Ghost.” Price nodded, clearly talking to him in some kind of code.

Ghost put his hand on your shoulder and forced you back in the chair while Price pulled a knife out of his pocket.

“Hey, wait-“

Price untucked your shirt and sliced his way from the bottom up your torso. The fabric gave way easily, like it was made of paper. Once he successfully cut through it, he and Ghost both peeled it off of your shoulders and tossed the torn clothing to the floor.

“See? I’m totally fine.” You looked at the small cut on your bicep, but your eyes were quickly drawn to the gash in your side that blood was trickling out of, “maybe not totally fine.”

“Clear the table.” Price ordered, “get her up there.”

“What- No. I’m not getting on the table.”

Soap and Ghost were already clearing everything off while Konig grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch.

Price knelt next to you and gently lifted your arm so he could see the wound better, but it was still shielded partly by your sports bra.

“Gonna have to cut that off too, Captain.” Soap said, nodding at you.

Price looked up at you, “it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, sweetheart.”

“No but seeing it when we’re all shitfaced is completely different.” You explained.

Ghost left the room for a moment before he returned and sat a bottle of whiskey down in front of you, “this should take the edge off.”

“I said when we’re all drunk, not just me.”

Konig draped the blanket over the table and grabbed the bottle, “I’ll join you. Don’t want to lose my finger in there anyways.”

He winked at you as he opened the bottle and slipped it beneath his sniper hood to take a drink.

“Someone has to stay sober.” Soap said as the rest of them passed glances between them.

Price took the bottle from Konig and handed it to Ghost, “you’re up, Lieutenant.”

“Why not Johnny?” Ghost asked.

“Because he still has two good eyes.” You retorted.

Ghost muttered a few ‘fuck yous’ under his breath before he rolled up his balaclava to take a sip.

“Hop up.” Soap patted the table for you.

You stood up and sat on the edge of the table, “are we sure this is all necessary?”

“You’re still in shock. That’s going to change at some point. We might as well get it over with now.” Price explained.

Ghost handed you the bottle and moved your chair out of the way. You brought it up to your lips and took a quick sip, but Price shook his head and tipped it back up to make you drink more. You swallowed as much as you could but coughed and let some spill down your chin.

Price took the bottle from you and handed it back off to Ghost while Konig wiped the excess alcohol off your chin, letting his thumb graze your lip.

“Unordentliches Mädchen.” He said with a slight laugh.

“I’m going to assume you said something nice.” You said.

“Of course, Liebling.”

You took a deep breath and lifted your arms as much as you could without pain radiating through your entire torso, “let’s get this over with.”

Price still had his knife in hand and grabbed the front of your bra, tugging it away from your skin to avoid wounding you further. He cut down from the top, needing a little bit more force this time to get through the layers of fabric. You watched as he concentrated intensely on what he was doing. His hand brushed against your skin, sending a shiver, followed by a heat, through you at the feeling of him touching you. Once he cut all the way through it and you were exposed, your nipples hardened. Either at the exposure to the cold air or their gazes.

Ghost helped remove it the rest of the way, just as he had done with your shirt while Konig held the bottle up to your lips again, obviously knowing you’d need a little more. This time you took a bigger drink, hoping it would take effect quicker and you wouldn’t care about the 141 seeing your tits.

“Lay back.” Price closed his knife and tucked it back into his pocket.

You handed off the bottle to Ghost so he could continue to drink out of solidarity with you and Konig while you laid back on the table. You wanted to cover yourself, but there was no way to do it with your hands so they could still see the wound.

Soap grabbed your wounded arm and positioned it to where it was outstretched away from your ribs and the other wound could be easily seen.

“Bloody Hell. See that?” Price asked.

“That’s a fuckin’ massive piece of shrapnel.” Soap said.

Ghost stepped around to see it too. You turned your head to find something else to focus on and avoid the awkwardness of them having their faces mere inches from your chest like that.

“More?” Konig held the bottle up.

You nodded, “just stick a straw in it for me.”

He cradled your head to help you sit up some while he held the bottle up to your lips.

The others gathered the supplies to start your surgery while you, Konig, and Ghost finished off the bottle of whiskey before another was brought in. You weren’t much for whiskey, but after the first few drinks of it, and when you started to get a buzz going, it wasn’t half bad.

“It’s stuck in there deep, Captain.” Soap said.

“That’s what she said.” You laughed to yourself.

“Who said what?” Konig asked with his head cocked to the side.

“She said it’s in there deep.” You repeated but made no attempt to make it any clearer.

“Soap is she?” Konig asked, still clearly confused.

Price let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head.

You looked over to see Ghost’s gaze fixed on your chest, “hey, eyes up here, buddy.”

“Negative.” Ghost muttered.

“Simon.” Price snapped his fingers, “stop staring at her tits.”

“Where else would you like me to look, sir?” Ghost asked as if he had no other choice but to look at you, “I only have one good eye.”

“Ready to pull it out.” Soap said, distracting from Ghost’s drunken argument.

You looked up at Konig, who had kept his gaze on yours or directly across the room on the picture hanging on the wall the entire time.

“You don’t wanna look, big boy?” You asked.

Even beneath the sniper hood you could tell he was blushing, “I- I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, Liebling.”

Price finished bandaging the cut on your bicep, “alright, hold her down, boys.”

Ghost looked at you and then back down to your tits, “anywhere?”

“Her legs, Simon.” Price ordered, giving him a stern look that let him know he was over him being drunk.

“You’re on shoulders then.” You smiled at Konig, “that means you have to look now.”

Konig moved closer and tried to keep his gaze on yours, but you noticed when his eyes flitted down to your chest as his large hands rested on your shoulders. Anxiety settled in and you were suddenly not as brave as you thought you were. You reached up and grabbed Konig’s hand and then felt Soap lace his fingers with yours on your other hand.

“On three.” Price said, “one… two… three.”

Your entire body jolted and almost lifted off the table when he yanked on the piece of metal lodged in your side. The dull ache turned into a sharp pain that radiated all the way down to your toes.

“Fuck!” You cried out while Konig and Ghost added more pressure to hold you down.

“Almost got it, love.” Price tried to reassure you.

“Almost?! What the fuck-” You gasped when Soap went in again with his freehand and dug into the wound, “mother fucker!”

“It broke into two pieces. We have to get it.” Soap explained, “need something to bite down on this time?”

“Yeah, your fucking hand if you touch it again.” You panted, trying to calm yourself back down.

“Let me try. I’ll get it out no problem.” Ghost said with full confidence and a slur in his words.

“With your big fucking fingers? You’ll get it stuck in there more.” You said as you tried to look down at him.

Konig pressed on your shoulders a little to keep you from sitting up more, “just a little longer, Liebling.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, “just do it.”

“On three-“

“No counting this time.” You interrupted before Price could start.

You prepared yourself as much as you could, but of course without knowing when it was coming, you were limited. Konig held your hand again, as did Soap, and Ghost placed his hand over your ankle, giving it a squeeze as if he was letting you know he was there for you too. You took a few deep breaths and your last one was when they went back in.

You screamed through gritted teeth and squeezed your eyes shut even more as you tried not to focus on the very real feeling of Price’s fingers digging around inside you for the piece of metal that you were almost ready to tell them to leave in there. It was too much. Your entire body felt like an exposed nerve.

“Got the bastard.” Price’s voice was the last thing you heard before everything faded out.

“Liebling?” Konig’s voice lulled softly, calling you back from unconsciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open and slowly focused on the four of them standing around you, “what- is it over?”

“All done, sweetheart.” Price smiled.

“We kept ‘em for you.” Soap held up a plastic bag with the two bloody shards inside it.

“Thanks.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse like that before, love.” Ghost said.

You looked over at him and noticed something different about him, but it took you a minute to realize he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore, you were.

“Did you-“ You looked down at it.

“Don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be needing it back eventually.” Ghost said, “maybe once you’re healed up.”

Konig tapped your shoulder, making you turn your head towards him, “you need to rest, Liebling. Let me help you?”

You nodded, prompting him to scoop you up carefully in his arms.

What initially began as you trying to help all of them treat the wounds they were ignoring, ended with them showing you the most care and concern anyone ever had before. You couldn’t have been more grateful to be part of Task Force 141 than at that moment.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #konig cod #cod mwii #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #konig mw2

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Graves makes a return appearance to finish your conversation from the last mission.

Phillip GravesXF! Reader

Continuation to Away and Return

Warnings: Blackmail, threats of violence/death

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The time finally came for you to have that moment of peace and relaxation you needed. You turned the water on to the bathtub and grabbed a towel from the shelf while it filled up. As the water flowed you became lost in thought. Not only had you lied to Ghost, but you also lied to Price. The weight of it all was more than you thought it would be. It’s not like you were lying to keep something from them, it was to protect them, but it still felt so wrong.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone- You’re back!” Soap exclaimed the second he realized it was you as he stood in the doorway.

He was quick to make it to you and you couldn’t help but smile when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. He was always the more affectionate of the 141. You hugged him back until he squeezed a little too hard, making you wince as he pressed on the bruises.

“Fuck. Sorry.” He let you go instantly, “I heard what happened. You alright?” He asked.

You lifted the hem of your shirt to show him the bruises, knowing he’d ask just like Price did, “it’s not that bad.”

“Steamin’ Jesus, Pins. What the fuck happened out there?” Soap stepped around you to see the rest of the bruise around your back.

“I was ambushed.” You shrugged as you let your shirt fall back down.

“That don’t sound like you. You’re always so goddamn careful.” He said as he moved back in front of you.

“Well, I wasn’t this time and I paid for it. I’m sure Price and Ghost are planning my new training regimen as we speak so I can avoid it happening again.” You gave him a soft smile, but it quickly faded when you realized you’d added another name to the list of people you lied to.

“They don’t blame you. You know that, right? They just want to make sure you’re safe.” Soap said, trying to reassure you, but that wasn’t what was bothering you.

“I know. I just hate that I let them down.” You said, finally telling part of the truth at least.

“You didn’t let them down. That could’ve happened to any one of us out there.”

You looked up at him, biting the truth back, “what if I did though? What if I let them down? Do you think they’d hate me?”

Soap furrowed his brow and placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you from shaking, which you hadn’t realized you were doing until that moment.

“What’s going on? Tell me.” Soap said as his eyes searched yours for any kind of hint.

“Nothing. I’m- I’m just tired. Forget I said anything.” You gave him another fake smile before you walked over to the tub to turn the water off.

Soap turned your face back around towards him with his hand beneath your chin, “You can always talk to me. Anytime, yeah?”

You nodded as you held back the tsunami of things you wanted to let burst through, but there was no way you could say any of it. Not without putting yourself, Ghost and Price at risk. Telling Soap would only put him in the same boat as you and that wasn’t something you could do to him.

Once he finally left you to your bath, you stripped out of your clothes. You hugged your body as you shivered and stepped over the rim into the water. As you slowly sank down and let the warmth envelope you, all you could think about was what would happen if you told them everything. They’d probably be pissed you withheld it for that long and that you didn’t tell Graves to go fuck himself. It seemed like a lose-lose situation.

The next morning you woke up feeling like you’d been hit by a tank. Your body ached and every movement was a struggle. When you managed to get yourself up and dressed, you made your way to the mess hall for coffee, hoping it would help.

“Pins.” Price barked from the other end of the corridor just as you stepped out of your room, “my office.”

“Sir-“

“It wasn’t a request.” He said sternly before heading back into his office.

You let out a heavy sigh and made your way down the hall. You wondered what he wanted with you. It wasn’t like you’d done anything wrong since you’d seen him the night before, at least not that you could remember.

“Sir, I’m-“ The second you stepped through his door and saw Graves standing there you froze.

Price closed the door to his office and strode around to his desk, “Graves wants to debrief with you since his men subdued the assailant.”

“I already told you what happened, sir. I don’t really want to go over it again.” You explained to Price, hoping he’d get the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him alone.

“It’ll only take a moment of your time. I just had a few questions about that laptop you found.” Graves said, never taking his eyes off of you for a second, “perhaps it would be easier if we did this somewhere more comfortable for you. Your quarters maybe?”

“No.” You blurted out quickly, “Here is fine.”

Graves smirked before he turned to Price, “this shouldn’t take long. Do you mind if we use your office?”

“Not at all.” Price shook his head before glancing at you, “I’ll be in the mess hall if you need me.”

You wanted to beg him not to go, but you couldn’t. So far Graves only knew about you and Ghost. If he knew about you and Price he’d probably have his job too. Price left the room without another glance in your direction or word spoken.

When the door closed, Graves was instantly on you. He grabbed you by your throat and his other hand grabbed the back of your hair roughly, making you look up at him.

“Have you kept our little secret?” He asked.

You nodded, “yes, sir. I didn’t say anything to anyone. I swear.”

“Good girl. Maybe you’re not as fucking useless as I thought.” His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter.

“What do you want with me?”

“Intel. Since we have a mutual interest here, you’re going to be my man on the inside so to speak.” Graves said with a grin, “my girl on the inside.”

Hearing him call you his, almost made you vomit in your mouth. It didn’t sit right with you.

“What if I refuse?”

“Do I really have to repeat what you already know?” He asked with a heavy sigh.

You shook your head, “no, sir.”

He let go of your throat but let his hand drift down the center of your chest, his eyes following along, “you’re so obedient and polite. I like that. I like that a lot actually.”

“Please-“ You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back by your hair, making you yelp.

“What is it about that big oaf that makes you so submissive for him?” Graves asked, “does the mask do it for you or the blood on his hands?”

“Captain-“ Soap opened the door and stopped when he saw you in the compromising position with Graves, “oh, sorry. I was just…”

You had never been more relieved for Soap’s lack of forethought to knock on doors before opening them. Soap’s eyes met yours and confusion soon took over his expression as you tried to plead with your gaze for him to help you.

Graves released you and cleared his throat, “we’ll talk more about this later. I’ll find you.” As he passed by Soap he nodded, “Mactavish.”

“Commander.” Soap said.

Once he was out of the room and you two were alone, Soap instantly looked at you, “what the flying fuck was that about?”

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to keep from breaking, “it was nothing. He just- nothing. I should go.”

Soap stopped you with his hands on your shoulders, “woah, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “I would if I could, Johnny. I really would. But it’s better if you don’t know.”

“Let me help you.”

“I- I just can’t. I can’t do that to you. I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for, but it felt like you needed to.

You hurried out of the room with only one thing running through your mind, finding Price. Or maybe Ghost. Whichever you could find first. You couldn’t work for Graves in any capacity and if they ever found out you’d kept it from them, they’d probably never talk to you again. Which would gut you. So you had to tell them. There was no way around it.

You made it down to the end of the corridor and turned the corner to head towards the mess hall, but before you could make it very far, you were grabbed up and dragged out of the hallway. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over it, silencing you instantly. You fought and tried to break free, but another pair of hands grabbed your feet, subduing you more as you were carried into a room.

“On the floor.” Graves said, letting you know it was his doing and most likely his Shadow Company helping him.

You were all but tossed onto the hard floor and before you could get up, Graves was straddling your body with a gun pressed beneath your chin, making you freeze.

“Not one fucking sound or I’ll blow your head off right here.” He warned.

You kept your mouth shut and nodded your head as your heart felt like it was about to pound right out of your chest and onto the floor beside you.

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation before that idiot interrupted us.” He said, “as I was saying, you’re going to be my spy on the inside. I want to know everything Price is doing. Every move, every word he speaks. Who he speaks to. Even who he’s fucking. All of it.”

You didn’t dare say anything, but instead you shook your head to refuse him.

Graves pressed the gun harder beneath your chin, “what part of this gives you the idea that it’s fucking optional, recruit?”

You tried to move your head back to ease the pressure he was adding, but there was only so much you could do.

“You’re going to report everything you learn back to me and if you’re thinking about telling someone about this little arrangement, don’t forget all of the hell I can rain down on you and your asshole Lieutenant.” He threatened.

You glared at him with your lips pressed in a thin line, picturing all the ways you could rip his stupid looking face off of his fucking skull.

Graves moved the gun to the side of your head as he gripped your jaw with his freehand and leaned down, “you know, there could be a second option if you’re really hellbent on protecting Price.”

The way he was leaning closer and lowering his voice was a glaring indication of what he was implying.

“You might enjoy it.” He spoke close to your lips as you struggled to keep from headbutting him, “I know I would.”

When he closed the distance between your lips and his, you tried to resist it as much as you could, but his grip tightened on your jaw, forcing you to part your lips in an attempt to wince at the pain. All you could do was lay there and wait for him to finish when what you really wanted was to scream and rip his throat out with your teeth.

He slowly pulled away after a few seconds and sighed in appreciation, “Ghost has good taste. I’ll give him that.”

You fought back the tears that were threatening to fall as you avoided looking up at him.

Graves pushed himself up off of you but remained standing over you, “take some time and think about option two, alright?”

You nodded slightly, wishing you could tell him to fuck off.

“We’ll talk again soon.” Graves winked at you before he stepped away and left the room, followed by his men.

#call of duty #cod mwii #cod #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #phillip graves #john price #simon ghost riley #simon riley #captain john price #task force 141 #mw2

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Continuation to Return

Simon Ghost Riley X F! Reader

NSFW, rough sex, explicit sexual content, depictions of violence

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“On me.” Ghost trailed ahead of you with his weapon drawn.

You followed him from the drop point and hoped the mission would be quick and easy. You were ready to go back to base and finally relax. It had been 4 long weeks since you’d been able to actually sleep in a bed.

As the two of you made it to the first building you sighed in relief when it wasn’t completely dilapidated. The last mission you went on, the entire thing almost fell in on you. Ghost took the lead and checked the first few rooms while you checked the ones at the other end of the hallway.

“Bravo 0-7, how copy?” Graves asked over comms.

You finished the last room and turned around to find Ghost right there, checking on you.

“Clear. Going to the second floor.” He answered.

You moved to keep going, but he stopped you, “did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“Not at all, love.” He took your gun and sat it down on a table nearby along with his, “you’ve been quiet today.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I-“

Ghost backed you up against the wall with his hand on your throat, “none of that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just wanted to check in.”

“I’m fine.” You gave him a soft smile that faded quickly.

“You expect me to believe that?”

There was a lot on your mind and you’d done so well at holding it all in, but since he was persistent you figured you’d tell him.

“I’m just tired. I miss my bed and your bed. And Price’s bed. And taking baths and eating something other than MREs.” You let everything out without hesitating.

Ghost’s hand moved up to caress your cheek softly, “that’s quite a bit.”

“It feels like I’ve been on job after job. I’ve barely gotten to take a piss most days.” You explained, “it’s not fair.”

“That’s the name of the game, Pins. Everyone has to do the shit jobs at first.”

“Even you?”

He leaned down, “I’ll do you one better. Even Price had to do it.”

“I can’t picture him doing the grunt work.” You said.

Ghost rolled his balaclava up and kissed your forehead, “we all have to, love.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him, “I just want to go back to base.”

He tipped your chin up as you opened your eyes again, “I know.”

You wanted him to reassure you that this was the last mission you’d have to go on for a while, but you knew he couldn’t give you that. His softness helped some at least.

Ghost leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly while you melted into him. It was a needed distraction for the moment and a reminder that you much preferred the missions you went on with him or Price. They always made sure to show you some small amounts of intimacy when they could.

He pressed you back against the wall more as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing along your bottom lip before he nipped at it. That was all it took to ignite a need within you and he probably knew it. He pulled away too soon, making you whimper. But you wanted more, so you grabbed him by his belt and pulled him closer.

“Something you want, love?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yes.”

“You’ll need to ask for it then.” He said.

You started to unbuckle his belt, but he grabbed your hands to stop you.

“I want it.” You said as a matter of fact.

“Wanting it and getting it are two different things, love. Now you won’t be getting anything until you beg for it.” He let you go and stepped away from you.

“I’m not begging.”

“We’ll see about that. On me.” He handed your gun back to you before heading down the hallway.

You followed him up the stairs and wondered how soon he’d give in to what you wanted. Price would’ve given in immediately, especially seeing how much you needed the distraction, but not Ghost. He liked teasing you and making you as desperate as humanly possible.

“Ghost,” You asked, keeping your voice low, “is it begging if I say please?”

“No.” He said simply as he checked the first room.

You sighed and went down to the next room while you tried to think about how you could get out of it without having to beg. It wasn’t that you couldn’t beg, but you’d endured so much shit already, you just wanted a win.

He leaned against the doorframe of the room you were checking and caught your eye the way he was looking at you. His eyes followed your every curve as he looked you up and down. It was like you were a piece of meat and he was starving.

“Ready to beg?” He asked.

“Are you?” You cocked your head to the side, challenging him.

“I don’t beg, love. Not for anything.”

You sauntered up to him and stood up on your tiptoes, “you will.”

“You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” He smirked, “I hope that confidence holds out.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past him, making sure to let your hand linger a little on his belt again. The simple kiss had turned into a game of cat and mouse. It was just a matter of time before he caught you. The two of you teased and toyed with one another during the rest of the search, keeping the game up and challenging each other.

“All clear.” Ghost said over comms to Graves after searching through the rest of the rooms on that floor.

“Copy that.” Graves said.

Just as you made it to the stairwell, Ghost grabbed your arm and stopped you before you could take the first step.

“Beg and I’ll fuck you senseless right here.”

“That sounded desperate, Lieutenant.” You smirked.

He sat his weapon down and took yours as well before he boxed you in against the wall. His large frame engulfed you while he towered over you.

You stared up at him, “something you want?”

“You know there is.” He said, “and you’re going to give it to me.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.” You mocked him in a terrible British accent.

A low growl emanated from his chest that made you blush and squeeze your thighs together. It was hotter than it had any right to be and it was clear that he knew it by the way he moved his hand down between your thighs.

“Keep squeezin’, love. It won’t satisfy that ache and we both know it.” He said as he rubbed his fingers against you, pressing just enough against that small bundle of nerves.

“You’re not being fair.” You said with a hitch in your throat at the feeling of his hand right there.

“This isn’t about fair. It’s about you being a desperate little slut for your Lieutenant and begging for him to fuck your brains out in this shithole.”

Your cheeks flushed instantly, “please, Ghost? I need that so bad.”

“Nah, beg properly. On your knees.” He ordered before moving his hand away.

You wanted to hold out longer, but the way he spoke to you and touched you, it was like catnip for you.

You slid down onto your knees and stared up at him, “please?”

“Not quite desperate enough, love. Beg me to use you.” He started to rub his hand along the large bulge pressed against his pants, drawing your eye right down to it.

“Please use me, Ghost? I need it.” You begged sweetly with a slight pout.

“Come on. I’ve heard you plead with Johnny for the last piece of pizza more desperately than that.”

You sighed and decided to lay it on thick. You slumped over and gave him the best puppy eyes you could.

“Please use my pathetic body? I’ll die if I have to go another second without your thick cock shoved deep inside my pussy. Please, Simon?” You pouted.

“Fuck. That’s more like it.” He said as he unbuckled his belt.

You moved to stand but he shoved you back down on your knees with his freehand.

You were going to ask what he was doing, but he grabbed you by the back of your hair and shoved you down on the stairs before you could. You barely got to glance back at him before he was on top of you, forcing your legs apart while he wedged himself between them.

“Ghost, the stairs-“ You tried to move as the edge of the steps dug into you.

He yanked your pants and panties down swiftly, “you’re staying right fuckin’ there, love.”

The sound of his zipper made a heat rise within you. It was like a trigger for you. An automatic response your body had without any control over it.

“How copy, Ghost?” Graves spoke over the comms, breaking your concentration, but not his as he pulled his cock out and positioned it between your thighs.

“Feel that, love? You feel my big cock rubbing right against that slick fuckin’ cunt?” He said in that gruff voice you loved, “bloody hell. You’re drippin’ already.”

“Fuck me, Ghost. Please?” You begged as you tried to adjust into a more comfortable position.

He gave you no indication of his next move when he shoved his cock into you suddenly. You gasped and yelped as he buried himself within you with one harsh thrust.

“Simon… its- you’re too big.” You tried to crawl up a step to ease some of the sudden fullness you felt, but he gripped your hips and dragged you back down to him.

“Stay right fuckin’ there, sweetheart.” He growled as he held still with his cock deep inside you, “Perfect fuckin’ fit.”

After a few seconds you adjusted to the feeling of his thick cock stretching your cunt and started to push back against him for some kind of friction. You needed to feel more from him. Whatever he’d give you.

“Please…” You whined and pushed back again.

“Fuckin’ yourself on my cock, love?” He asked with a laugh, “go ahead. Show me how you want it.”

You leaned forward and pushed back again, working to find the right position. Once you did, it felt perfect. You used his cock as your own personal sex toy while he remained still with his hands fixed on your hips, just holding onto you while you moved as you pleased.

“God… right there.” You moaned when it hit deep.

Ghost grabbed you and stopped you from moving, holding you back against him as he kept his cock buried deep inside you, “that’s enough. It’s my turn, love.”

There was a second where you thought he might be gentle, but that was quickly chased away the second he grabbed the back of your neck and slammed into you hard. A loud yelp escaped your mouth as he set a rough pace of fucking you against the stairs. The edges dug into different places on your body; knees, chest, stomach. It was uncomfortable, but you didn’t focus on it for very long. The way his cock hit deeper and deeper each time made your legs weak and your brain go fuzzy.

“Simon… please don’t stop. Please…” You begged between harsh thrusts.

“Don’t plan on it, love. Not for a fuckin’ second.” He growled and picked up the pace a little more.

The sounds of his hips snapping against yours echoed down the corridor, mixing with your moans. All thoughts about the mission or going back to base had disappeared completely. All you needed was him in that moment and that’s all that mattered. He fucked you just right, perfect in every way until you were clawing at the wooden steps beneath your body for some kind of release.

“That’s it. Fuckin’ give it to me, love. Come for me.” Ghost said breathlessly, “come right fuckin’ now.”

You came hard with a soft whimper before you felt his hand snap over your mouth and his movements still. You couldn’t stop your orgasm even if you wanted to. Your body trembled while he remained there with his cock buried to the hilt, clearly listening for something you had missed completely.

“Ghost, how copy?” Graves asked over comms, sending all reminders flooding back about the mission.

“All clear.” Ghost said while he kept his hand covering your mouth while you tried to recover.

“What’s your position, Lieutenant?” Graves asked, but instead of the normal sound over comms, it sounded like he was in the vicinity.

You squirmed and tried to push Ghost off of you, but he didn’t budge.

“Second floor. Main stairwell.” Ghost said.

He slowly started to fuck you again. Sliding his cock out and back in. Out again, and in once more. He was moving so slow you could feel every single ridge and vein, which made you whimper. Just as you were starting to forget about Graves and melting back into him, Ghost pulled out of you suddenly.

“Get up.” He said in a hushed tone as he shoved his cock back into his pants.

You were still in a daze as you turned around to look up at him, “what? Why?”

“Now!” He said with a little more of a bite.

You scrambled to pull your pants up and get yourself readjusted.

“Go.” He nodded to the stairs, “I’ll check the rest of this floor.”

“Yes, sir.” You grabbed your gun and turned to leave, but he snatched you back by your arm and pressed his lips to yours.

You whimpered against his lips, desperate for more, but he ended it too soon.

“Tease.” You sighed as he spanked your ass and nudged you towards the stairs.

You headed up while he went down to the other end of the hallway. You couldn’t help but wonder what Graves wanted, or why it sounded like he was right there. It didn’t add up, but you assumed you were too focused on getting your guts rearranged that you misheard it.

As you made your way to the very end of the row of offices, you noticed another stairwell. It had to be a utility stairwell for emergencies and maintenance. Before you could open the door though, it opened up.

“Commander?” You said surprised.

“Where’s your Lieutenant, recruit?”

“He um, he’s on the other floor, sir.” You said.

Graves closed the door to the stairwell as he stepped into the hall with you, “Ghost, how copy?”

“Circled back for another check on the second floor. Heading up to the third now.”

“Negative on that. I need eyes on the next site. Scope it out and report back.”

You moved to head down where Ghost was, but Graves put his hand out in front of you, stopping you from going anywhere.

“Pins, copy that?” Ghost asked.

Graves nodded to you.

“Copy.” You said as you started to feel uneasy at the fact that Graves didn’t mention he was with you and he made no indication that you could either.

He reached up and switched off your comms, sending your anxiety skyrocketing.

“Your Lieutenant let you check this floor by yourself?” Graves asked while he switched his own comms off.

“He just wanted to check the second floor again before he came up.” You explained, wondering if maybe Ghost was in trouble for letting you go by yourself. You were still new, but not that green.

Graves took a step closer to you and tugged on the collar of your compression shirt, “he leave these too?”

You pulled away, “no, sir.”

“Come on. You don’t have to lie. I know about your little fling.” He said.

“I- I should get back to Ghost.” You said, worried you were going to get him into trouble for saying anything at all.

“Are you afraid of me, recruit?” He asked, appearing to be more amused than anything.

“No, sir. I just- I need-“

His hand snapped over your wrist, stopping you from reaching for the handle of the door to the stairwell, “you’re sure in a fucking hurry to get away from me. Why is that?”

“I’m not, sir. Please let go?” You tried to pull away, but he had you pinned face first against the cool metal door before you could. He tossed your gun to the floor and secured your arms behind your back by grabbing your wrists with one hand.

“You know, I’ve had my suspicions about you and the Lieutenant for a while now, but hearing your sweet little moans confirmed it for me.” He spoke against your ear.

“How-“

“Do you think it was a coincidence that I specifically requested the two of you for this? That I sent you off together to check an empty fucking building?” He laughed, “are you really that goddamn dense?”

“But why?”

“I told you. I had my suspicions about you and I was right.” He explained, “at first I was going to report it, but then I thought it’s not fair that that masked asshole gets to keep all the spoils to himself.”

When you felt his freehand roam down the curve of your ass, you almost screamed. You knew Ghost would hear it and come running, but you didn’t want him to do something stupid like shoot Graves.

“Sir, please don’t- just let me go.” You begged, feeling the panic rising in your chest.

“I heard you beg for him.” He whispered into your ear, “I know you can do a whole hell of a lot better than that.”

“Sights on the next target, Commander.” Ghost called over comms, which distracted Graves long enough for you to shove him off of you and open the door to the stairwell. You kicked your gun down the steps before you could even bend down to grab it.

You assumed he was going to stop you, but instead he shoved you forward. You hit your hip on the railing before you tripped down the first set of stairs and went falling. Luckily, it was only 10 or so, but it still hurt when you landed with a thud.

Graves sighed as you crumbled at the bottom of the stairs before he turned his comms back on, “what’s your position?”

“Ground floor.” Ghost said.

You sat up, nursing your side already. You knew it was going to be an insane bruise.

Graves switched his comms off again before he stepped into the stairwell, “here’s what happened. You fucked up. You didn’t check all the rooms before you stupidly decided to open a laptop you found. You were ambushed, but fought the assailant off before you ran down to your Lieutenant. Understood?”

“You want me to lie?”

“No. No, go ahead and tell the truth, because if you do, I’ll have him court martialed for assaulting a Commander,” He grinned, “and you’ll spend the rest of your career exiled in the middle of fuck all nowhere praying for even a glimpse of another human.”

Graves pulled his gun out and cocked it before firing three rounds down the hallway. You flinched with each, wondering if he was going to just turn it on you, but he didn’t.

He switched his comms on, “shots fired! Shadow company on the first building. Third floor.”

“Pins! How copy?!” Ghost called out over comms instantly.

“Go.” Graves nodded as he stepped back into the hall and let the door close.

You scrambled to your feet and grabbed your gun before hurrying down the stairs to find Ghost. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you made it down each flight. It was clear that Graves was insane, but could he really do what he said? Did he have that kind of power? By the time you made it to the last set of stairs, the door burst open and Ghost halted when he saw you.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. What the hell happened?! Why didn’t you answer?”

You opened your mouth to tell him everything. The truth. But when you went to say it, it wouldn’t come out. You couldn’t ruin his career and yours, even if Graves didn’t have that kind of power, you didn’t want to chance it. There was no way anyone would believe a new recruit over a Commander.

“I fucked up.” You said with a hitch in your throat.

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I’m not kidding when I say this is one of my favorite Barry Sloane TikTok’s atm the amount of times I’ve rewatched this is unhealthy

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My god..

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NSFW (but that should be expected from me), Implied sharing with Ghost, daddy dom.

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Being the new recruit meant you were chosen more often than not, to do the majority of non-combat intensive missions. It wasn’t that you weren’t capable of doing them, but they usually came one right after the other, back-to-back for weeks, and you were exhausted by the time you returned to base.

Your body ached and your feet barely shuffled across the floor as you dropped your gear in the hallway, ready to climb into a warm bath and then pass out in your bed. Before you could make it to either one though, you had to make a quick stop.

“Sir,” You tapped on Price’s door.

“Enter.”

You opened the door and stuck your head inside, “I wanted to let you know I’m back. And-“

“Come in. Close the door.” He ordered as he finished up with something at his desk before he looked up at you.

“I was just going to take a bath-“

“It was an order, Pins.” He said sternly.

You closed the door behind you before you turned around again. All you wanted was to rest and forget you existed for a while, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Come here.” He motioned with two fingers as he sat back in his chair.

You slowly made your way towards him and stepped around the desk, “did I do something wrong?”

“Ghost told me about the mission.”

Anxiety unfurled in your stomach instantly, “I didn’t mean to, sir. I really thought the building was clear.”

“Let me see.”

“See what?”

“You know what. Show it to me.” He said simply.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up a little, showing him the bruising that ran from your hip around to your back.

“Bloody Hell.” He sat forward.

“It looks worse than it is. I should’ve cleared every room before I started going through the laptop.” You explained, “I promise I’ll do better, Captain.”

His fingertips lightly grazed your hip, “that’s not what I’m worried about, Pins. You could’ve been killed.”

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

“Enough with that ‘Captain’ bollocks.” He leaned close and placed a soft kiss on your hip, “it’s just us, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry… daddy.” You watched as his lips curled into a slow grin.

“Much better.” He skimmed his hands up your thighs and pulled you closer, “I missed my girl.”

You looked down at him and traced along the line of his beard, “you could’ve gone with me.”

“You’d never leave the safehouse if I did that.”

“Is daddy protective of me?” You smirked.

“Very protective, sweetheart.” He said as he helped you straddle his lap, “I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“Those marks say otherwise.” His hands rested on your hips, not heavy enough to add any pressure to your bruises.

“Are you going to lecture me or take care of me?” You asked.

Price scoffed and shook his head as he smirked, “I’m tempted to do both.”

You shifted in his lap and ran your hands up his chest, “I could just go take a bath and then go to my quarters.”

His demeanor changed instantly as he pinned your hands behind your back and sat up more, “you won’t make it to the door, love.”

You leaned down more and pressed your lips to his tenderly, finally letting yourself relax for the first time since your plane landed that morning. He slowly released your hands and cupped your face to deepen the kiss. You could feel just how much he missed you in those moments by the way he held you and how softly he kissed you. It was such a stark contrast to how he did everything else in his life. It made you feel cared for.

“I’ll lecture you later, sweetheart. Right now, I need you naked, spread out, and screaming my name.” He spoke against your lips.

Price helped you out of his lap before he was picking you up effortlessly and carrying you across the room to the bed. You wrapped yourself around him and kissed his cheek, trailing your lips from there to his neck. You inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. It was one of the things you missed desperately when you were apart.

“I missed you so much, daddy.” You nipped at his neck, earning a soft growl from him.

Price laid you down on the bed and started with your boots, “tell me more.”

“I started missing you the second I left the base.” You said.

He untied each boot and pulled them off before tossing them into the floor while you watched him.

“I always hate the first night away from you.” You said, “it’s the hardest.”

“I’m sure Simon kept you company.” He moved up and began unbuttoning your pants.

“He doesn’t cuddle like you do.” You said, “especially with Graves around. He doesn’t trust him.”

Price glanced up at you as he pulled your zipper down, “why not?”

“He says he’s really secretive.” You said.

Price laughed, “says the Lieutenant who shares the new recruit with his Captain behind everyone else’s back.”

You couldn’t help but blush when he started to peel your pants and panties down, “I don’t trust him either.”

He paused when he got them down to your knees, “why?”

“He makes me uncomfortable.”

“Has he done something to you? If he laid a finger on you-“ Price instantly went into protective mode.

“No, daddy. I promise. He just stares and makes comments about me.”

Price leaned down and tucked your hair behind your ear, “you tell me if he does anything, yeah?”

You nodded as you stared up at him.

“Good girl.” He gave you a soft smile and wink before he returned to pulling your clothes off.

By the time he had you completely naked and spread out on his bed, you were panting for him. Every part of your body that had been exhausted, was ignited with a new energy and begging for him to do whatever he wanted with you.

“Look at that. Such a glorious sight.” Price sat back and admired his work while you squirmed beneath his gaze.

“Daddy, don’t make me wait.”

Price pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, “daddy’s girl is so eager and impatient.”

“It’s been forever.” You pouted at him while your eyes took in the sight of your shirtless, muscular Captain who looked like he could rip you apart with his bare hands. Which you’d gladly let him do if it meant he’d touch you even just for a brief moment.

“3 weeks is not forever, sweetheart.”

You sat up and reached for his belt, “it felt like it.”

Price smirked as he watched you take control for a moment, “you’re fast when you’re needy.”

You tugged on his belt and pulled it out swiftly, throwing it in the floor, “please just fuck me, daddy?”

“Fuck. I’d be fucking stupid to deny a request like that.” He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, but didn’t worry about taking them off as he leaned back down on top of you.

You ran your hands up his chest, finally running your fingers through his chest hair like you’d been dying to do while he reached his hand down the front of his pants to pull his cock out. Just the sight of him had you squirming and dripping.

He stroked his cock a few times before he started to rub the tip along your pussy, “look at my sweet girl. So fucking wet.”

“Daddy…” You whined.

Price brought his lips close to yours, “I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready. I promise. Just-“ Your breath hitched in your throat as he eased the tip of his cock into you.

“Fucking Hell.” He groaned, “oh sweetheart, you weren’t lying. It has been forever.”

“I- daddy…” You whimpered as he eased in a little more, stretching your pussy around his thick cock.

“You take my cock so well.” Price slowly pushed into you.

“It’s too much, daddy.” You squirmed, already feeling so full and he hadn’t even put it all the way in yet.

“I know, I know. Just a little more, sweetheart. You can do it.” He encouraged you.

You held onto his shoulders while he gave you just a moment to adjust. It was more intense than you thought it would be, more so than the first time with him.

He suddenly thrust into you, shoving his cock deep inside you the rest of the way. You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out, but he was quick to silence your moans with a kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, mingling with yours softly while you bucked your hips against him.

After a few seconds, Price started to move. He eased his cock out of you and slowly back in, drawing out the softest moan from you as you melted into him. It never ceased to amaze you just how much you missed him when you were away. Being reunited, no matter how short of a time apart, made you want to never leave again.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. Squeezing my cock like that.” Price said breathlessly against your lips.

“Harder, daddy.” You begged.

He grinned, “promise you can take it?”

“Yes. Please? I need it.”

He didn’t wait another second before he slammed into you hard, taking the breath from your lungs and hitting that spot deep inside you that made your legs weak.

“Fuck.” You moaned a little too loud, prompting him to put his hand over your mouth while he drove his cock into you.

“Shhh, can’t have the whole base knowing what we’re doing in here, Pins.” He said with a groan.

You mumbled a plea beneath his hand, but you didn’t try to get him to remove it. You knew it was for the best, especially with the way his hips were snapping against you harshly, urging you on towards your release.

“Fucking… Hell. It’s gonna be quick, sweetheart. You feel… too fucking good.” He growled, holding your mouth closed, “I need you to come for me.”

You whimpered and met him thrust for thrust, lifting your hips up as he fucked you harder. It felt like he was going to tear right through you, but you didn’t care. It was perfect. It was exactly what you needed.

“Come on. Fucking come for daddy.” He said, “give it to me. Now, sweetheart. Come.”

His demand pushed you right over the edge. You arched your back as your body tensed up, clenching around his cock and riding out that wave of ecstasy while your muffled moans filled his hand.

“Fuck…” A deep growl emanated from his chest as he fucked you into the mattress with hard thrusts until he finally let go too, filling you to the brim.

He let his hand slowly slide away from your mouth while he pressed his forehead to yours, muttering sweet praise to you in a low, gravelly voice.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.” He said breathlessly before capturing your lips with his once more.

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