Lasagna

you didn’t know what burned at your skin, either the blazing new mexico sun creeping through the dirty blinds or mick’s searing hot blade pressed against your cheek as he pressed his hips against yours. it was hard enough to draw blood, dripping onto his large hands that have killed enough men to fill a morgue. you would’ve been amongst them if you weren’t a pretty hooker he picked up after a long day of work, pent up and finding a pretty pussy to fuck his adrinelyn away. you were the lucky beauty he coughed up a good amount for one night in a shitty motel.

though you didn’t expect your client to have a knack for the rougher edge. sure, you knew he was a damn mercenary, but that polite front and friendly tone melted away the second he sank his teeth in you and inhaled your sickly sweet perfume. the lack of fear in your face and tiny noises said it all to mick, you liked this.

“you a brave little one, aren’t ya?” he growled in your ear, pressing the blade even harder into your skin. a shaky, quiet whimper was all you could muster that he quickly overshadowed with a mean chuckle. “c’mon, use your words boy.” he tugged at your hair, punching his verbal demand. your lungs were filled with the scent of cigarettes and blood, it was suffocating under his body weight and the stinging wound he left overwhelmed you. not to mention, he was deep in your soaking cunt.

“m..mgh..” “mm, what.” he tugged you to his direction, forcing you to face him. even with those thick tinted glasses on, you could feel his gaze burn holes into your skull. “if ya want somethin’, you fuckin’ talk.” enuncuating his words, he pressed himself deeper into you, sharp and angled thrusts hitting your cevix again and again. he knew what he was doing, he liked his beauties stupid and running in circles on his cock. “mick..! more!”

he finally took the knife off your face, replacing it with his calloused palm striking it. the sound bounced off the walls as shock settled in and tears wheeled up until they spilled out. “don’t start cryin’ now, love..i’m just gettin’ warmed up.” he chuckled, landing another harsh smack before shoving your face down into the pillow and straightening himself up. you weren’t prepared as he dragged his lenghty cock out of your ruined cunt only to force it back in, snapping his hips against your bruised ass from him grabbing at it earlier. the fear, the pain and the sharp pleasure of it all melted your brain away, babbles and whimpers of the merc’s name was all you can say. you’ve taken rugged clients before, especially suspicious wanderers who stop by the motel, but mick was something completely different that you were too dumb to put your finger on.

another loud smack! on your ass snapped you out of your trance, unaware of his twitching cock signaling his orgasm. “god..fuck, could stay in there all fuckin’ night love.” he mutters, loud enough to for you to hear. “never had a good cunt like yours, lemme just—“

wait. you didn’t have a chance to think before a burst of hot cum took you by surprise, stuffing you full of the merc’s seed. “a-ah! mick waaiittt!” your words dragged out into a pathetic moan as your attempts to wriggle away were shut down by your customer pressing his body against yours. you were trapped between the dirty sheets and his swollen cock, painting your insides white. “miiick..! p-pull out!” your whining falling on deaf ears, the only response you get is teeth closing around your earlobe.

“don’t start whinin’ now, boy. you’re gonna keep findin’ yourself pumped ‘n pretty for me.”

"Looks like a little roo's hopped all the way over here to see me," Mick said before turning back to look down his scope. Your teammates flew past you.

"What can I say?" you said with a shrug. "I missed you."

"I bet you did. C'mere, sheila."

You sat beside him and leaned against his side. To the outside observer, it just looked like you two were flirting like normal, but under the sounds of gunfire, it was anything but normal flirting.

"We've been too busy to have some time to ourselves, haven't we?" he whispered. "Bet you'd strip me naked and ride me right here if you could."

He paused to shoot an enemy scout double jumping towards him. The scout fell to the ground with a sickening crunch. Heavy appeared from respawn, stood nearby, and began raining down a hail of bullets at the approaching enemy teams, laughing triumphantly.

"You'd like that, huh, sheila?" Mick continued, leaning over to purr into your ear. "Ridin' my cock like it's your own personal plaything? Right here in front of both teams?"

He got another headshot on a rocket-jumping enemy soldier. You bit your lip and pressed your thighs together.

"Or maybe you'd want me to use my mouth?" he whispered. "You could shove my head between your legs and tell me to get to work."

You moaned softly.

"But you can't do that here, no. You gotta pick up that gun at some point. Gotta step away and show our team what you're capable of. Can't have your Mickey when he's right here on a silver platter for ya. All horned up and ready..."

You stared at the bulge in his pants. Mick chuckled.

"Mick, you little shit..." you groaned through clenched teeth.

He took your chin in his hand. "I love that look. You're like a starvin' dingo ready to sink your teeth into somethin' tasty. You wanna pounce, don't ya? You wanna bounce on my cock right now, but you know you can't."

"Mick, you're killing me here..."

"Why? 'Cause you know you can't do nothin' about it?"

He looked around and his eyes widened. He shoved you away as he pulled out his kukri to swing it at the enemy spy behind him. The scuffle caught the attention of the enemy sniper, who ended the whole thing with a headshot just as you blasted the enemy spy's head clean off with your shotgun.

"Ugh, what a mess," you huffed, wiping the blood and viscera off of you as you made your way back to respawn.

Mick appeared shortly after, clearly as frustrated as you were.

"Bloody 'ell, I've never fucked up that bad in my life."

You pulled him into you by the lapels of his vest. "You. Me. Basement respawn. Now."

Mick chuckled. "Alright. It's only fair, eh?"

he finds himself rubbing against you without even realising it most of the time

it's almost like it soothes him, keeps him calm for his work

so much so that he's at the point where he asks you to sit, stand, lean, bend over in front of him just so he can rub himself against you as he peers out the scope

it helps him focus if he has something else to concentrate on, something to put all his adrenaline into

fingers on the trigger, his hips bucking into you, cock stiff against the fabric of his underwear, his pants, and through your layers too

it's a comon occurrence, just something he does out of habit almost

but that means he's grown pretty comfortable with his show of affection and now he finds himself doing it whenever he can

rutting against your leg like a dog in heat, feeling the friction from your body, firm against his erection

the almost naive, innocent way he rubs himself into you, like a clumsy, much younger man than he is now

and the teasing pain of not feeling your skin against his, something delicious about holding back, about denying himself that pleasure

while still pleasuring himself with the pressure of his cock being held tight in his pants, bouncing against your body as he humps

still just as vocal as he would be if he were buried deep inside of you, but far more pathetic

adorable, pitiful whines as he strains to find the release, begging for it as he knows it'll take longer to get to with the constraints of the situation

relishing in the mess he makes in his own clothes as he finally cums, body still jerking a little, humping the air after he's moved from you

Scout

- Absolutely loves the idea of sneaking around his team (and yours) to meet you, let alone fuck you

- In fact, when he first started having feelings for you, he'd often sneak over to your base just to flirt with you some more

- "Hey, fancy meeting you here."

- "Scout this is my bedroom. You're sitting on my windowsill."

- Although he enjoys the thrill of sneaking around, he is not good at not getting caught

- Why? He's loud. And a bit stupid.

- From the moment you start making out to him cumming wherever you'll let him, he can't help the noises that come from his throat

- Moans, groans, incoherent mumblings, you'll definitely hear it all, if not anyone within a 5-meter radius

- He also is big on dirty talk, both giving and receiving

- If he's the one dominating, he will not shut up at all

- "Yeah? You like that? I fuck better than your Scout, right? I bet you like my big-"

- You usually have to cover his mouth to get him to be quiet

- He loves getting you to make some noise, especially if you can be louder than him

- Whether he's being rough on you and going at an intense pace, or making you cum as many times as he can, it's all worth it the moment you start to scream his name

- In fact, he'll probably tease you about it both during and after sex

- "(Class)? Yeah, I know 'em. Real loud mouth."

- However, if you're the one taking control... he's also really loud.

- Forcing him to be quiet by making him bite his shirt while you take him in your mouth, or quickly jerk him off behind a building during a fight is the only way you'll get him to shut up a little

- "F-fuck, crap- oh- (Y/n), y-you're goin' too fast, I-I can't- ah-!"

- His brain quickly melts when he gets close, he can't stop himself from whining out for more :(

- As for actually getting caught, it depends.

- If it's your team, he'll be all cocky about it

- "Yeah, I fucked your team, and now I fucked your (Class)! Wait, that doesn't sound right, uh-"

- But if it's his team, there's two ways this could go.

- Option one: He shrieks and tries to cover himself

- Option two: He tries to awkwardly cover things up (he's not a great liar)

- Both are quite funny, and it'll get the two of you laughing

- And he's more than willing to keep trying after you get another chance

Sniper

- Initially, Sniper wasn't sure about sneaking around to fuck or make out, preferring to go to his van instead

- So you'll have to push him first :)

- Winks, sticking your tongue out, very intentional poses when you know he's looking at you through his scope

- Or even some teasing kisses and touches before you part before matches

- Do it enough, and he'll snap, grabbing you by your hips, wrists or sides of your arms (or your hair, if you're into it or have it)

- "You think you're funny, doin' things like that?"

- He'll immediately start kissing you on your neck and leaving marks, not caring where he leaves them

- "This what you wanted, huh? Couldn't wait for me any longer?"

- He'll either bring you to his sniping spot where he knows no-one will interrupt, or he'll take you to another private area

- But that doesn't mean he won't humiliate you about things

- "So you wanna be caught, hm? You want your team to see how good I fuck you?"

- Sniper usually fucks hard (he's got a lot of repressed frustration), but you're genuinely worried your legs might be jelly for multiple hours with how much he used you

- Having a guy eagerly eat you out, finger you and fuck you will do that

- After that, he's definitely more willing to have sex sneaking around

- Especially if it's in his sniping nest

- Having you there, diligently sucking him off, while he kills members of your team? Best feeling in the world.

- What's his secret you may ask? He does not. Look down.

- "Fuck, your skilled on the field and with your mouth.."

- Unlike Scout, he doesn't make much noise other than the occasional stuttered breath and quiet groan

- If you get him to look and show your tongue running up him tenderly, there are two ways this could go.

- He either finally lets out a shaky moan like you wanted, or he quickly shoves you down his throbbing cock. Or both.

- If you get caught, he'll likely lose all his confidence, quickly flushing red and stammering about the place

- Either that, or he'll be frustrated enough to kill the guy on your team and get right back to it, no qualms

- Unless it's his team and he already knows that they know. Then there's a small chance he'll respond like normal.

- "Oh. Hey Demo, y'need something? I'm kinda busy right now."

It was almost ritualistic, the way he waited until the dead of night, happy to lose some sleep for the sake of having an undisturbed moment of pleasure. A fair trade, he reasoned. Peace, quiet, isolation, all affording him the experience of feeling a release he was always so desperate for.

But despite it being a routine, there was always the little surge of excitement when he reached under his bed and produced his stealthily purchased toy, removing the fleshlight from it's box and giving it a quick, hazardous wipe down before setting it down on the desk.

Then there were the pillows, a necessity if he was going to be able to indulge in the fantasy, to pretend you were there with him, available for him to use for his own filthy needs. One on either side, the felshlight propped between them, kept still as he pushed the pillows together. He'd never touched you, he wished he had, but he imagined this was as close as he could get to recreating a synthetic you. The pillows could be your thick thighs, your plump rear, your stomach, your breasts, whatever big, soft part of you he wanted to grab at as he fucked what he pretended was your wet, waiting cunt.

A quick squirt of lube, his large hands stroking down the length of his throbbing cock as he spread it around, slicking himself up, ready to enter the soft, textured insides of the toy. Not as good as the real thing would be, he imagined, as he slipped the tip in with a sharp inhale. But it was good enough until he could work out how to actually have you.

With precision, cool, calm and collected as always, he rolled his hips into a steady pace, letting the walls of the toy cling to his cock, stroking it as he began to fuck it.

He was well beyond his hands now. That fantasy had served him long enough. His fingers circling round his length, palm pressed hard to the shaft, pumping his fist and pretending it was you. Imagining you beside him, whispering sweet and kind words into his ear as you delighted in masturbating him, feeling his cock throbbing against your hand as you coaxed an orgasm from him.

It worked, for the longest time. But he needed more. Something different.

Actually, what he needed was you. The toy was the next best thing.

How kind would you be to him? How welcoming? He pictured you, teasing him at first, your legs pressed together as you hid your arousal from him. He lost focus for a moment, knocking himself off balance as he imagined you spreading them apart, opening yourself up to him, pulling at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to you.

Would he stretch you a little? Would you be the perfect fit together? Would you whine and moan for him, like he was now, the realisation of which had him suddenly quieten so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone who happened to be passing his room.

As he withdrew his cock slowly, inserting it again as his eyes rolled back, he let his thumb fall over the black casing onto the synthetic skin, tapping it against the simulated clitoris. If he had you right there, laying in front of him, his cock buried deep inside of you, he'd still relish in making you scream, or giggle, or whatever sound you might make if he paid any attention to that sensitive bud.

There was a soft thud as he gripped one of the pillows with his free hand, the other still clutching the toy, holding it against the desk as he became more frantic in his movements. His hips no longer rolled gracefully, he was rutting, fucking with abandon, closing in on his orgasm.

The veins along his length throbbed, balls tensing as he felt his orgasm approaching. Maybe the real you wouldn't be as into the idea of him filling you up, but he could pretend.

"Please... please... please..."

A long groan pushed over his parted lips, wavering as he shuddered in ecstasy, unbalanced swaying as he felt his release filling the toy, coating his own head with his cum.