#barracks

Price

- after a long day of work price sometimes doesn’t feel like doing much, so you ride him till he sees stars

- sometimes he would come into your room late at night to take his reward for finishing his paperwork:

Soap

- he will probably fuck you anytime and everywhere. he doesn’t care you two are on a mission right now and that others were in the other tents besides you two

- just some off-duty fun with the barracks bunny while price is commanding them around while stroking his dick lazily:

Ghost

- he may be silent but still can make you scream with every little trust:

- it would be unimaginable passionately, sleeping with him. the way he treats you sometimes makes you forget that it’s only temporary. and the fact that he doesn’t wear his mask in the safety of his room makes your heart always flutter and wish the moment wouldn’t end:

Gaz

- gaz always has too much energy late at night and you will gladly help him anytime

- for him it’s just so natural doing it with you

König starts clearing off his desk while you peek around. After all, being in the big man's office never really happens for good reasons, whether it's getting chewed out after a mission or you did something wrong enough to be sent straight to the top, so you make damn sure you take in every detail while you still can. As you admire some of his hero medals on display, you hear König mumbling under his breath.

"What was that, sir?" You ask, turning around to this man with his head down on his desk, his gear has been removed and tossed aside leaving him in his main training uniform (sweatpants and wife beater tank top) and balaclava. The low, warm lighting above his desk giving definition to every muscle rippling and straining in his back as he rises from his seat. "I said y'have no damn idea do you?" he breathily laughs, mocking almost, as he stalks towards you. His blue eyes low and blown. You back up the best you can only to be met with the cold wall behind you, sending more than shivers down your spine as you try to hold eye contact with the rugged breathing man towering over you.

Your brows furrow in bewilderment, the audacity in the man's voice already offending you to your core. "Excuse me?" you spit out, venom lacing every syllable. "And what does that mean exactly?" The glare on your face was futile as his eyes bore into like a crazed predator stalking its next meal, so you resort to shoulder checking him as you attempt to gain some room. Before you can get more than a couple feet away, König grabs your wrist to spin you back towards him; not enough to be painful but definitely enough to send a firm message of "Look at me when I talk to you." that sends a vibrating warmth through your core and stops you dead in your tracks.

"It means.. Häschen.. that you have no idea what you do to me. Prancing around the barracks at night as if I have no clue.. sharing yourself with those disgusting low lives that wouldn't know how to please a woman even if they had a whole damn instruction manual." Every word makes your throat drier and drier (unlike something else AHHHAHA) and your knees weaker and weaker.

"Do you know how hard it is to see every one of these damn wolves look at you like nothing more than a piece of meat? Something they can have but I can't." His voice lowering with each word, practically stealing every breath you take; hands snaking around your waist and thumbs gently rubbing right above your waistband under your shirt. You're frozen in place, wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Every thought you have fumbles off the tongue; you sound insane. You don't know whether to punch the man in the face and make a break for it or to jump his damn bones right there on the dirty linoleum floor.

"What the hell are you saying to me right now." Your fight or flight starts rampaging your brain as you try to figure out what to do. Has the idea of this man, that you built based on things you heard from others during meal time, enticed you since you arrived on base? Yes. Have you thought about cracking this man since the second you laid eyes on him, not knowing he was the Colonel you've been hearing so much about? Maybe a few times.. not that you would admit out loud at least. Is the situation you both are in currently turning both your brain to mush and thoughts unholy? Absolutely fucking yes.

"What I'm saying is that if I EVER. find out that you went back to those DOGS again, I will personally see to it that you not only lose your rank, but those men will be left as nothing but a bloody puddle. Y'understand what I'm saying meine Liebe?" You can't respond as he starts nuzzling into the crook of your neck, slowly trailing kisses and light nibbles from your jaw to your collarbone.

Your knees almost buckle when his warm breath sails over the sensitive skin of your throat; you can't even think straight, the only thing you manage to mutter is a weak, "Yes sir, understood." The word riles him up more than he ever thought possible, sure he's been called sir by literally every cadet under the sun, but that was just due to his rank. The way you said it, the breathless hitch in tone, the subtle whine bubbling from your throat, your blunt fingernails trailing up the back of his neck to interlock. This man is deviously down bad and you have no clue in hell just HOW bad.

Mustering up the courage to make any move under the sun, a mischievous thought occurs. Slowly snaking you fingers up under the hem of the brooding man's mask, who is lost in though as he paints you red and purple, you curl your fingers around and gently tug a lock of hair as you whisper into his ear, "Why don't you show me what I do to you then?" The response is immediate and overwhelming, the growl that erupts from his throat as shoves you back against his desk; the muscle memory is strong when you instinctually hop up and take a seat, legs hanging off the edge to which König takes the opportunity to slot himself between. Every move is measured and seems almost practiced as his large hand engulfs your throat and drags your head up to his, using his free hand to lift his mask above only his mouth to smash his lips against yours.

You take this opportunity to reach down and palm him, jaw dropping and eyes wide at the weight. König sighs in content as this is the only amount of relief he has gotten since he first started chubbing up while sparring with you, head lolling to the side into the crook of your neck as he squeezes you throat firmer. You're frothing at the mouth at this point; sure you knew he would be a decent size, just look at the man, but fishing him from the depths of his pants only confirms what you were fearing, How the fuck is this thing fitting inside of me. Shaking off the nerves, your brain goes to what it knows best; Hold eye contact and make them feel special until you figure out the plan of action.

And so you do, you reach up to hold König's face to yours and capture his lust blown pupils onto your own. You rise off the desk to turn the two of you around to switch places, then lower to your knees; never breaking eye contact as you lazily stroke him. You notice, however, that no matter how hard you try and no matter the tricks, König is still alert and watching your every move like a hawk and definitely noticing your procrastination. "C'mon lovie, be a good girl for me and I'll reward you properly." He emphasizes the word 'nice' by undoing the bun in your hair and wrapping the ponytail around his fist, giving a gentle tug towards his angry leaky tip.

The suggestion has your thighs rubbing slickly, trying to find any possible friction to soothe the ache and throb in your poor unsatisfied cunt. Your hear the man above you huff impatiently as he stuffs his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to open your mouth himself. You cough around the man's finger, listening to him and sticking your tongue out. A dangerous smirk etched itself across his face, slapping his cock against your tongue before guiding you down to the hilt, nose shoved into his scratchy happy trail. The burning stretch of what feels to be your jaw unhinging brings tears to your eyes, only able to sputter around him as he uses you like his own personal cock sleeve.

As soon as the pain starts is as quick as it disappears, seeing König grunt and let his head fall back, that was the only praise you needed to continue. You attempt to try and regain some control by unsheathing him from your esophagus to focus on the sensitive, quivering tip and use your hands to continue stroking the rest; the man takes the hint and lets up on your hair, resorting to cupping your delicate face in his hands. Sure he wanted to ruin your dignity and fuck you until you pass out but he could never bring himself to actually hurt you.

The coil in König's stomach starts to tighten just at the sight of you all messy and slobbery, completely disregarding his kindness from two seconds ago as he grabs the back of your head to fuck your throat raw, emphasizing each thrust with a breathy string of German mumbling. You try to focus on just breathing although it seems futile, being thankful when König finally stuffs your face to the brink, releasing into the back of your throat and falling back with a sigh. "God Liebling, you're such a good little slut for me. Bet y've been dreaming about me fucking you." He wasn't wrong but the implication still brought the rouge in your cheeks to life.

You take this chance to lay your head down on the man's muscular thighs, hand dropping to subtly find that sweet relief you've been craving. Obviously, you're little trick didn't go unnoticed as König pulls your head up to look at him. "Oh my poor Häschen, what do you think you're doing? Did I give you permission to touch yourself yet? Tch Tch and to think you didn't even try to ask for my help either." The confusion on your face makes him falter momentarily as he waits for you to answer.

"M'sorry sir, they normally don't want me-" you can't even finish your sentence before König has you up on your feet. "Are you seriously telling me that they never help you hun? Such disgrace letting such a beautiful woman like your go unsatisfied." He almost coos as he slowly undresses you, hungrily kissing you like the world might end tomorrow and loving the taste of himself on your lips; an unspoken reminder you're his and his only now. With a swift movement, he has you over his shoulder; walking to the back of his office to open a door you haven't noticed before, the door swinging open and slamming against the wall behind it to reveal a bedroom.

The anticipation of getting dicked down by this man has your head spinning, the realization dawning on you that 1. you have no protection and 2. you were not going anywhere tomorrow.

To Be Continued...

Translations:

Häschen : Little bunny

Meine Liebe : My love

Liebling : Darling

(please remember I am nowhere near knowing any of the german language so feel free to fact check/correct me!!)

Hope you freaks enjoyed part 2 hehehehe part 3 will be out soon if this gets enough love to give me the motivation to write! Also I was planning to finish this fic in part 2 but that would've made it take forever to come out plus it would have been twice as long as part 1 LMAO, let me know if anybody would like tagged in part 3 when it comes out!!

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