🎧

bucky’s legs are spread wide as he leans against the headboard. he knows not to touch you, as his hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might tear. you’re between his thighs, and have been for the past hour.

you enjoyed taking your time on bucky — tearing him apart piece by piece and teasing him until he’s at his absolute limit. by now, you’d barely even begun. you left kisses and hickeys on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, kissed his puffy pink clit, and edged him a couple of times with your fingers.

it didn’t make it any better that your incessant teasing had him soaking the sheets underneath him. he was practically dripping.

he was a mess. a begging, trembling, mess. and you loved every second of it. “i’ll be so so so good, i promise!” bucky gasped between his whines, attempting to press his hips upwards a little for any kind of relief.

“i’m sorry james, i’ve been teasing you too much, haven’t i?” you ask him with faux sympathy. you hum at his almost comical nod. his big eyes are looking at you pleadingly and you find him so adorable. “maybe i should let you cum — i have been a little mean, hm?” you murmur, letting your finger tease the wet and puffy lips of his cunt. he jolts at the feeling, and more pleads tumble past his lips.

“plea- oh.” he gasps softly as he feels two of your fingers press into him. “you just wanted to be filled, huh?” you mumble in a fake pout, rubbing along his inner thighs. “yes, thank you!” he whimpers, moaning out pathetically.

you move your fingers faster, plunging them in and out of his pussy and making sure to curl them upwards to drag against his g-spot. leaning down, you attach your lips to his clit — he fucking squeals above you.

“s’close, close close close,” he babbles, almost pathetically as his thighs tremble and shake from where they’re closing around you. the wet squelch of your fingers breaching his cunt over and over does nothing to stop the impending doom that is his orgasm.

“c’mon love, let it out…” you murmur against his clit, sucking and pressing your fingers into him in a way you knew would have him shaking. his mouth falls open and lacks the ability to even form a sentence as the knot in his stomach pulls taut and bursts.

he’s sobbing out as his eyes roll back into his head, he gushed against your fingers and your face - though you had no problems cleaning up the mess he made.

as the week progresses, your suspicion progressed alongside it.

you and könig suffered a prolonged day entirely of orders and curt replies. it was by no other than your lieutenant, ghost. his callsign in your mind lead bitterness to your tongue, it was strange how he’s become irritable within a few days.

thoughts swarm, one leading to the other. in a trance, you didn’t realize könig had been staring at you from across the room. “liebling? are you okay?” (darling) his concerned voice led the silence away, “huh?” you dumbly reply. “oh, yeah. i am.” you blink, brain operating for the words. then, a thought. what if ghost saw that?

a wave of nervousness split your being in half. while the ‘incident’ had happened, you felt a pair of eyes on you. maybe it was könig? but it couldn’t had been. he was facing the wall almost the entire time. the group of soldiers didn’t see and the lieutenant left for a report. your heart thumped as you remembered what you had requested of ghost: to train with him.

he could’ve returned to the hall to find you once it ended, wandering aimlessly until he stumbled upon you and the colonel. as if he read your mind, he spoke, “ghost has, uh, been acting quite weird to only us, liebling. do you think...?” he trailed off, hoping you understood what he meant.

you sigh. a hand comes up and you pinch the bridge of your nose, contemplating.

“let’s talk to him.” his eyes widens like you’ve stabbed him, “what?!” his hand flew to the back of his clothed neck, rubbing circles agitatedly. “it’s obvious enough. he’s been avoiding us like we’re the plague.” you attempt to convince him. he bit his bottom lip, “okay.”

you visit the training room, immediately being greeted by the sight of gaz and soap sparring whilst ghost observed. “lieutenant,” you called. the two giving you a smile and a wave before lunging at each other. the man only glanced at you, “come with me.” your tone seeps into a commanding one even though he was your superior. “why?” he leaned away.

you thought for a moment, mind scrambling to create an excuse. “just need to show you something, it’ll be quick.” you gave him a little pout, and you swore he visibly tensed. as soon as he’s outside, you drag him by the wrist, catching him off guard. he was too stunned to resist you. seeming to only have returned to his body when the door shuts.

the room was dimly lit. it was quite empty, aside from the torchère, table, chair, and könig standing awkwardly with his hands full of rope. ghost instinctively took a step back, nearly colliding with your chest.

“ghost,” you begin, “did you see me and könig fucking in the hallway the other day?” embarrassment floods the colonel’s chest, he always impossibly became more flustered at your lewd words. ghost’s breath hitched. the atmosphere suffocated of tension. your hand travelled up his body, resting on his neckline. fingertips against his neck. you feel him gulp in anticipation.

it was vacant of avoidance for him. a few beats of silence passed.

“i did.” he grunted, words almost of regret. you drag him towards the chair, still there was no resistance. you realize that he was allowing you and könig to do as you pleased. he trusted you, and you weren’t going to let that fade.

könig melted from his statued state, body functioning at your presence. as ghost sat down, the colonel stood behind him. he knelt, bounding the lieutenant’s arms. in a squatting position, könig walked to the front of ghost’s body, bounding his ankles so the man couldn’t thrash properly. it was loose enough if ever he wished to escape. you call for the colonel.

he immediately walked over to you, eyes of determination and lust. you bent him over the table, right ahead of where ghost was sitting. you strip him of his pants and underwear, lubed hole displayed and a gasp from the man across. unzipping your pants and the absence of boxers, you slowly push inside of his hole. he moaned, delight in his features.

the ropes burned against ghost’s body as he attempted to make them budge. “please move.” könig begged, and you followed his request. the lieutenant’s cock ached in his pants. neglected of pleasure.

your hips clash against the back of könig’s thighs. a breathy moan emits from him. a hard thrust against his prostate leads to him reaching for the end of the table, desperately holding on for dear life. in the midst of his cries, he looks at the lieutenant. a cocky glint in his eyes. then, he began speaking. “mmmhhfgg! you fuck me s’good, mein liebling.” (my darling)

these were rare times where könig felt confident. or rather, possessive. he held the eye contact, very unlike him. whines of how well he takes you. a sudden whimper erupts from ghost.

“oh god— right there! right there — ahng! i’m close already, mein schatz. oh scheiße.” (my sweetheart, fuck) you continuously jab against his sweet spot, catching moan after moan from him. his sounds gain in pitch, signaling his upcoming climax. “nnnnggghh!! ‘m gonna—” your pace slows to a stop, hand gripping onto the end of his cock. he whimpered, the sensation of euphoria subsiding into naught. “sweetheart,” the word leaves you breathlessly, “i want you to suck ghost off. then, you’ll cum when i say you can.”

both of their eyes widen. you hear könig’s mouth open due to his drool, before shutting and nodding his head. you guide him towards ghost, who appeared to be hesitant. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask the tied man, and he mumbles a ‘yes, sir’.

you were now situated on the chair with ghost in your lap, tight hole clamping down on your cock. könig knelt, in front of the both of you. his eyes glared up at the lieutenant, evident in being less than happy. he ran his gloved thumb against one of the veins on ghost’s cock, the man whining in response. as he reached the end of it, he curled the rest of his hand on the girth. hauling to the tip, only to slam back down. a slow, yet rough pace. ghost gasped, the sound shifting into a low moan. precum leaked from the slit, and the colonel used his free hand to lift his hood enough to lick away the fluid.

könig let out a moan himself before fully engulfing the tip into his warm mouth. you held down ghost’s hips before he could buck up into könig. the colonel pulled off quickly when he felt the man twitch, deciding that he is more interested in his thighs. “you have to be patient, ghost.” you whisper into his ear as he whines at the loss of the friction. “si...mmffh...simon.” he drawls out in between a stifled gasp. “call me simon.”

the colonel suddenly bit down on simon’s inner thigh, causing the other man to yelp. “what? can’t handle a bite, simon?” he teased, voice thick with his accent. he sucked on the hickey, soothing the stinging pain. however, it was short-lived as he bit on the other thigh. simon’s eyes were teary, pleasure and pain becoming overwhelming. your own cock throbbed, reminding him of how he was so full. he clenched around you, a smaller bite given to him. it was right beside his aching length. könig moved his mouth, licking up to the tip, engulfing it once again. his teeth lightly grazing ghost.

without warning, you thrusted up. causing könig to take simon’s cock to the hilt. he wailed, euphoria spiking up his spine and climax blinding him. “mmmngh! sorry! m’ sorry— gghh... ‘m cumming, love!” his release dripped out of the colonel’s mouth, down to his chin. he had been rutting against simon’s boot, triggering his own release. könig’s startled moan was muffled, sending vibrations to the currently sensitive ghost.

“i didn’t say that either of you could cum.” the tone of your voice was of faux disappointment.

könig seethed from the corner, his gaze on you and your lieutenant. his arms were crossed and his head hung low. his eyes peeked from his hood, eyebrows furrowed and hands balled into tight fists.

his eye twitched, watching intently on your amused expression. a smile on your lips before a cackle erupts, most likely to one of ghost’s terrible jokes. he didn’t enjoy this feeling. he wanted to be the only one that could make you happy. what made his anger worse, was it being your lieutenant that you were with. he found ghost attractive, so why wouldn’t you?

he was near tears. it overwhelmed him how his anger threatened to overcome his entire soul. he was careful not to let any of his personal feelings interfere with his work, but you always tore the façade. he opted to protect you in every mission you were on with him, almost forgetting about your teammates. he hated how you simmered underneath his nerves only to end his anger as quick as it began. another cackle of yours snapped him to the present, seeing you put your hand on ghost’s shoulder.

he wanted to strangle the lieutenant right there, but he knew there’s a high possibility of you hating him once he does that. he knew that you weren’t his, but he was yours and he made sure he wasn’t going to give up his spot so easily. he made it obvious to you that he was wrapped around your finger, metaphorically and literally, with the amount of times he begged to suck on your fingers while you fuck him from behind.

he knew that you weren’t his, but he couldn’t help acting like you were. the thought of you being with another man didn’t sit right with him. he can treat you better than anyone else you laid your pretty eyes upon. no one else can be as good for you as him.

glaring eyes follow the lieutenant’s movements, watching as the man finally leaves. you turned around, facing the colonel’s direction. you had an eyebrow raised, attempting your best not to let a smirk take place on your lips. he suddenly grabbed your forearm, practically dragging you to one of the hallways soldiers barely visit. he pinned you to the wall, hot breath going through his mask and onto your face. you were like a world-altering drug; his drug. you were his addiction, and he knew that he couldn’t overcome you. he whispered your name as if it was a prayer and you were the god who responded. “something wrong, colonel?” you teased.

he buried his head on your shoulder, taking a whiff of your scent. “missed you.” he murmured. “i think there’s something way more to that.” you angled your head down to his, leveled with his helmet. “c’mon, admit it. you were jealous, no?” he whines in response, embarrassment and guilt seeping into his chest. “i can’t help it.” he ruts his hips on you, locking his thighs on one of yours. you chuckled at the display. “did you get turned on from the feeling?” he shook his head, a low moan wanting to burst from his throat.

“then what’s this, huh? you just got me alone and you’re already desperate?” you feel his thighs tighten around you, a little ‘mhm’ leaving him. you lifted your leg, pressing it firmer against his crotch. you duck your hand into his hood and wrap it around his neck. you didn’t want to choke him, only using it as a leverage to force him to look at you. you knew he became flustered trying to hold eye contact, especially with you.

“könig, look at me.” his eyes softened long ago. hesitantly, he did as he was told. loving eyes boring into yours. “m close, liebling.” (darling) he slowly grinds. you run your thumb along the length of his neck, feeling him shiver. you grab his hip with your free hand, lifting him from your thigh.

he whines at the loss, his hands beside your head lowering to your shoulders. “i know, sweetheart. i know.” you coo, trying to gently manhandle him with his protests. you now had him facing the wall, his hands on it to stabilize himself and you behind him. “please.” he pleaded, aching cock straining against his pants. he pulls down his pants and boxers with one hand, impatience evident. you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, boxers already lowered. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your exposed form just yet. you notice how his hole glistened in the light, “prepped. i prepped myself. please fuck me already.” he pushed his ass back to you. reaching around his waist, you gather enough precum from his cock, using it as lube. before he could buck up into your hand, you pull away.

you give your cock a few strokes, letting his precum coat it. you begin to inch yourself inside him. he was quite loose, but still so tight. cries leave him as he becomes blinded with the slight pain and pleasure. he squirmed around you as he tries to relax. the both of you suddenly freeze at the sound of booming laughter. a group of soldiers were loudly chattering, a conversation about their training. they were dangerously close to the hall where you and könig are. he turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, uncertainty and excitement laced his gaze.

you abruptly slammed your hips to his, rewarded with a startled moan from könig. the sound was drowned by their deafening voices, thankfully overlooked. you set a rough and steady pace, the slapslapslap echoing off the hall. könig had both hands flat on his clothed mouth, muffling his moans. you lean over, “you want them to find you like this, yeah? knowing how rumors spread like wildfire here— oh fuck, imagine the stares you’ll get... people finding out that the colonel got fucked dumb.” you whispered into his ear and he sobs, it was enough for him to tip over the edge.

“god, look at you. do you want that? let me hear you, colonel. make sure that the.... ah, lieutenant hears you too.” he whines in response. he didn’t anticipate to enjoy the thought of ghost finding the both of you like this, maybe it’s his possessiveness that has him reacting this way because there’s no chance he’ll let the man fuck either of you. on the contrary, his hole clenches around you at the use of ghost’s rank. “awh, könig. you want ghost to fuck you too?”

he shakes his head rapidly, helmet clacking at the speed. “n-no... i don’t. too muuuch— nnng! scheiße, ‘s too muuch.” (fuck) he whines, nearing another orgasm. the conversation between the soldiers die down and they seem to have halted, directly right across from the two of you. könig’s heart nearly leaped out of his throat. “what was that?” a female soldier questions, “what was what?” another woman asked. “i think i heard something.” she replies, “you must be hearing things. you think the training took a little toll on you?” a male soldier teases the other. “it did not! but anyway, like i was saying.”

their conversation continues. but they didn’t continue walking, no, they were just standing there. the colonel whimpered as quietly as he could, the longer you didn’t move the longer he could feel every vein of yours throb. he clenched around you again, silently begging. it was too risky, possibly raising more unwanted suspicions. you grind inside of him, letting him entirely feel you. he cried, wanting the friction as much as you did. your prayers were immediately answered when you hear them respond to an unheard order with a ‘yes, sir!’ following with their footsteps scrambling away soon after. you eagerly returned to your pace as he shyly let out his moans. “where you want it, sweetheart?” you pant, “i-in me. pleasepleaseplease... mgh, i’m so close mein schatz.” (my darling)

your climax triggers his, cum dripping from the wall and onto the floor. he slumped on you, not fully resting his weight as he didn’t want to crush you. but what either of you didn’t know was, ghost had been watching the entire time with a palm on his clothed cock.

You approached Peter and opened your mouth to congratulate him. You couldn't firm the words, though. You watched how MJ cozies up with her now husband and you felt a pang in your gut. You tried to subtly clear your throat but choked on some air. You let out a violent cough and rubbed your throat. "Ow..."

"Y/N? Are you okay? Here." Peter handed you a glass of water and you took it. Your fingers brushed his and a warmth spread through you. You sip the water, unknowingly staring at Peter the whole time.

"Y/N... do you feel better?"

You nod and chuckle. "Yeah," you lie. "I didn't expect that, but... I wanted to say; congratulations. I'm happy you two found each other." That was true. You were the one who introduced them.

"Hey, you should take the credit for this. You're the one who got us together. So, thank you." Peter said kindly, an arm wrapped around MJ.

You give them your best smile. "You're welcome, guys." You said, putting a hand in your pocket. "Oh, I have to get something from my car. I'll be right back." You lie.

Before they can respond, you're gone.

You got to your car and shut yourself inside. With a heavy sigh, you rest your head on the steering wheel and sighed heavily. You couldn't do this. You had to leave... You loved your friend so much, but it hurt to see her with the man you've loved for years.

Your hands began to tremble and a tightness formed in your jaw. Sighing, you lift your head and rest in on the head of the seat. "Fuck..." you muttered as you looked at yourself in the rear view mirror. You were crying.

The tears weren't hot, but they weren't cold. You couldn't feel them until they were on your lips and you tasted the salt. Fuck. You couldn't be crying now. MJ always knew...

Tap! Tap! Tap!

You jumped at the noise and wiped your eyes. You turned to the noise and saw Peter. Fuck. You lower the window, thankful for the darkness for hiding your tear-stained face. You smile as happily as you can.

"Hey, Peter. Why aren't you inside?" You asked him, seeing the concern pained over his face. "You've been gone for almost an hour. MJ sent me because she got worried. Me, too." He said honestly, coming into the passenger side of the car.

He rested a hand on your shoulder. "You can tell me what is going on." He promised, rubbing your shoulder for a few moments before stopping.

You let out a tired sigh and face away from him. "There is someone here that I... I'm in love with." You say vaguely. You needed a way to tell him without him realizing it. "The thing is, he's with someone else... I can't be with him. I've tried everything to get over him, but he's always around and I can't... I just fall more in love with him." You let out a tired sigh.

"I can't tell him. No matter how much I want to, it'll ruin everything."

Peter frowned at your words and wrapped his arm around you. "It'll be okay. You'll find someone else. Someone better and for you." He attempted to reassure you, but it wouldn't work. "I don't think so. He's... perfect. I just can't be with him." Tears welled in your eyes and poured down your face. You barely noticed.

Peter nodded. He was unsure of what to say. He had never been in a situation like that before. He silently hugged you and let you cry into his chest. The car was silent as you cried and let Peter hold you.

After a few minutes, you pulled back and stared at your crush. The next moment is a blur. You felt your eyes close and remember thinking to calm yourself. The next moment, you felt Peter's lips on yours. It felt good. His lips were warm and soft.

You pulled away, stunned. "What-" you breathe, seeing the same shocked look you had on Peter's face. "Oh, my god..." You whispered. "I should - I'm so sorry. You should go back to MJ. I'll leave. Uh, yeah." You ramble, turning away from Peter.

You started driving off once you heard him get out and close the door. You didn't bother looking back to see if he was there. You just had to get out of here and go home.

Peter stood where your car was and touched his lips. Did you just...?

"Peter!" MJ called, rushing to her now husband. "What happened to Y/N?" She questioned, looking for you and your car.

"He said he wasn't feeling well, so he went back home," Peter responded, still a little dazed. MJ nodded in understanding. "I'll call him once the party is over. Let's go back inside." MJ held Peter's hand and took him back inside.

A part of him knew you wouldn't be responding to any calls.

Hobie Brown — Physical Touch

Hobie is a touchy guy. Not in a perverted way - he respects you. He loves knowing you want him around. He wraps his arm around you, holds your hand, locks your arms together, etc. As long as he can feel you, he's happy. He enjoys holding hands during sex. No matter how rough you are with him, he likes the comfort. It reminds him that he's loved.

Miguel O'hara — Quality Time

Miguel isn't an affectionate guy in public. He appreciates you around him, though. You give him a sense of calm and comfort. It's something he needs. So, you usually do your own thing close to him. Sometimes it's working at the same table or, when you're alone, him leaning against you / holding your hand.

Spider Noir — Gift Giving

Noir loved discovering new things. It's evident with the rubic cube he carries around constantly. He's so dramatic about it when he shows you his discoveries. He rushes to you with whatever he finds and thinks you'll like. He's like an excited puppy when you open up whatever he gives you.

Peter B. Parker — Words of Affirmation

Peter liked giving you praises. He tried other stuff (homemade gifts, for example) to show his affection, but he liked how you smiled whenever he gave you a compliment. He would sometimes throw in a shitty pickup line - sexual or not.

The Spot — Acts of Service

Spot loved you a lot. He knew you loved him as he is. He always felt unimportant at his work after the collider plans were foiled. He lost everything, so now, he gives you everything. He uses his holes (👀) to make you happy. He hasn't perfected it (one time he gave you an eel instead of a flower), but he tries and it's worth it.

sitting by the bar, you were waiting for your team’s drinks when a stranger approached you, sparking up flirty small talk. unbeknownst to you, alejandro seethed from his spot in a booth. muttering an excuse, he made his way to you through the dancing crowd.

alejandro’s hand locked around your wrist, a single tug given to it. “we need to talk.” his voice a low, dangerous tone. you gave the stranger an apologetic look as you let yourself be pulled into the bathroom. he didn’t stop until he got you both into a stall. “what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing damn well why he was acting like this. before he could finish his complaints, you pulled him into an urgent kiss.

that’s how you two ended up, fucking in a bathroom stall like animals. you were on the closed toilet seat, hearing it creak as alejandro bounced on your cock. “ah– fuck. n-no one can take you like this. solo yo, ¿si, cariño?” (just me, yeah, sweetheart?) he moaned as he bit down a hickey on your neck. “nnnh, ¿si-sientes cómo me aprieto a tu alrededor? dios, eres tan grande.” (f-feel how i just clench around you? god, you’re so big.)

you grinned, alejandro was trying so hard to keep quiet while other people were in the bathroom. “you’re mine, got it? i belong with you.” he said in between whines, he was near his orgasm. “that person can’t have you fuck them like this. ngh... es-estoy tan cerca, mi amor.” (i’m so close, my love) you definitely got the memo, but you can’t help considering being overly friendly with strangers just to see him like this.

luckily, no one batted an eye at how alejandro slightly limped after a visit in the bathroom.

Miguel complied the moment you touched him. He was on his knees, hands bound behind him. He looked up at you. "I swear, sir, I wasn't flirting with her. She needed my help."

You gripped his hair and tugged his head up more as you leaned in close to his face. "Helping or not, I saw. You're going to prove to me you're mine. Understand?"

Miguel nodded obediently, knowing not to disagree with you. Last time, you left him bound to the bed for a half hour with a vibrator on his dick. He couldn't cum once until you got back. Apparently, you had it on video.

Right now, though, Miguel was behaving. He knew what you wanted him to do. He had put his mask on. It was still covering most of his face, leaving only his mouth exposed. It was all you needed from him. For now.

You grab your phone from your pocket and show the screen to him. It was a porn site, ready for a livestream. "What do you think? Do you want to show everyone how obedient you are?" You ask, seeing a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

His mouth gaped open - perfect - and he nodded. "Yes... sir." You smirked and started up the livestream. You propped your phone up on its stand, checking the angle. "Perfect. We're ready to put on a performance, love."

You run your fingers over his head and unzipped your pants. You pulled your dick out, watching Miguel lean forward towards it. "Don't be shy," you gently push his head closer.

Miguel wrapped his mouth around your tip, slowly taking you more. He could take you right away, but with a camera on him, it was different. He wanted to take his time.

He mouthed over your cock, fangs gently brushing over your burning skin. "Fuck..." You muttered. He knew what he was doing. He knew you loved his fangs.

Miguel took your dick in his mouth again, taking more of you this time. You gripped his head to keep control of his movements. With your other hand, you grab your phone and put it at a closer angle.

"Look at you... Such a big and strong superhero being a whore." Miguel basically purred at your words. He loved it when you humiliated him as Spider-Man. "You love this, don't you? All these people watching your pretty mouth get fucked."

You bucked your hips into his mouth as you said that, his eyes widening slightly. He accepted it, slowing down as you began fucking his mouth.

Miguel tried to press his thighs together and give his dick some relief. You pushed a foot forward and lightly pressed on the tent in Miguel's suit. He pulled his mouth away, lips shining with his saliva. "S-Sir..." He pushed his hips against your shoe, starting to grind against it.

"Patience, slut." Miguel whimpered when you pressed harder, a small moan escaping him. He opened his mouth again once you pressed your tip to his lips. He accepted it gratefully.

This time, he took as much as he could, barely gagging. He bobbed his head up and down, desperately trying to get you to cum. On his face or down his throat, he didn't care.

You moved your foot around on his dick, hearing moans and whimpers come from Miguel the harder you pressed. "Such a dirty whore."

Miguel seemed more turned on by your mean words. "Fuck, fuck." You gasp, pushing further into his mouth. You got a good angle of his face (despite being covered by his mask) as you pulled your dick out of his mouth. It rested on his face. If he wasn't wearing his mask, he'd definitely have heart eyes.

You wrapped your hand around your dick and started stroking over Miguel's face. He sat there with his mouth open, ready for your cum on his tongue.

With a loud moan, you came all over his mouth. Miguel licked his lips, moaning at the taste of your release on him. "Sir..." he whispered, subtly gesturing to your foot on him.

"Go on," you encourage him, pressing down again. He started grinding against your shoe, moaning desperately. "Oh, oh!" The roughness felt so fucking good. He whimpered desperately, trying to get himself to cum.

"Sir, please... harder." He begged, feeling more pressure on his dick. It hurt so good...

Just that small amount of pressure was enough for him to come undone. "Ah! Fuck, yes..." He moaned loudly, head falling back as the cum stained his suit.

You moved your foot to reveal the stain. "Such a dirty whore..." you mutter before ending the livestream.

two knocks meet your door before it opens, könig’s the one in the doorway. you only glanced at him once before continuing to fill in the information for your files. “liebling.” (darling) he called.

you hummed questioningly. you wanted to finish your work as soon as possible without any distractions, but you couldn’t tell your boyfriend that. he gradually stalked closer to you until he was in front of you and your desk. “liebling...?” (darling) he tried again. “yeah, sweetheart?” you held in your frustration before it got into your tone, you’ve been sitting here doing paperwork for hours.

“i...” he hesitated, and just went behind your desk to you instead. he gripped your shoulder and gazed down at you with pleading eyes, you only noticed now the tent in his pants. “könig, you know i got work to do, right? let me finish this first.” you slightly furrowed your brows. he frowned underneath his hood in response. “i won’t distract you.” he promises. “please?”

you sigh, “what do you have in mind?” his eyes sparkled in excitement, “i want to... uh.” you could tell that he was blushing furiously by the way he couldn’t hold eye contact with you. “can i... uh, i wanna cockwarm you.” your eyes widened in surprise, you didn’t know he could be into that type of thing. nonetheless, you agreed.

it’s been about 15 minutes since, könig was now situated on your cock. he was facing away from you, watching your hands write away. he was squirming, thighs slightly shaking in anticipation. he griiiinds down on you, eliciting a gasp from himself and a low groan from you. “stay still.” he sighs contentedly, “please work faster.”

you don’t, making him wait longer than he should. you were nearly done, but you worked slower. he realized that and clenched around you, “stop teasing.” you chuckle, “i’m not.” he pouted at your response. “you only have two more items to fill in. do it alre– nngh.” you pulled back as far as you could on your chair, and thrusted up into him. “what was that?” you tease. he pouts at you. “c’moooon.” he begged. he felt every vein of your length and he could feel the way it throbbed inside of him. his eyes were glossy and the tips of his ears burned. he ached so much that it was nearly painful.

you give in and immediately write down what was needed before grabbing könig’s waist. “you’re so needy.” he whines at that. “just fuck me already. bitte, mein schatz.” (please, my sweetheart) you obliged with his request, making the both of you stand up and you bend him over your desk. you pull out, then you suddenly thrust into him. he moans loudly, biting down on his mask to muffle his sounds. “god, colonel.” you pant, “who knew you could be this desperate?” you thrust harshly to punctuate each word. his sounds were growing louder by the second and you were only beginning.

“awh, you’re already close?” you laugh breathlessly when he whimpers, “you made me wait for so long.” he complains. “you won’t cum until i say so.” you drag your cock against his walls, “scheiße, b-but i– hah... was being good.” (fuck) he pushes back against you, “you were trying to distract me. that doesn’t count as being good, does it?” you grind on his ass. “that’s n-not fair. you were teasing me.” you slap his ass, causing him to gasp. “s-scheiße! wofür war das?” (f-fuck! what was that for?)

“don’t say that wasn’t,” slap. “fair,” slap. “you knew really well,” slap. “that i had to,” slap. “complete paperwork.” slap. “and now look at you,” slap. “begging to cum on my cock in my office.” his ass was now becoming a bright red, “what will they think when they find out that the great colonel könig could be reduced to such a mess?” you rub over the spot, soothing the stings. “m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” he cries. “i’ll be good for you.” beads of precum formed from his slit, dripping down his shaft. you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it up and down. you continue thrusting inside of him. “ah... feel s’ good.” he moans.

you give his collarbone open mouthed kisses, your warmth lingering on his body. you thumb over his slit, spreading around his wetness. it was easier to move your hand on him now. the sounds of skin against skin destroying the silence. you knew that he was holding in, holding onto the edge of euphoria. “you can let go, könig.” that was all he needed to cum all over your hand.

he whined as you continued your movements to get him through it. you abruptly stopped. “are you okay, love?” you ask, pulling out of his empty hole. “mhm. you didn’t finish.” he stared at you over his shoulder, “that’s okay.” but your cock said the opposite, still hard and leaking. könig reached around and grabbed your cock, stroking it. you gasp at the sudden friction. “you don’t have to do that.” though, you did nothing to stop him. you were quite close anyway. “komm bitte in mich hinein.” (please cum in me) right as you reach your orgasm, könig lined you up to his hole, making you spill your cum inside of him.

some of it got out, dripping down from his fluttering hole. neither of you cared about the mess, still recovering from your climaxes. he suddenly spoke, “i want more of you.”