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You had thought for several days before applying - and then when you got the offer to go into several mandatory tests, to check your health, it became. Well, more real than you expected.

Barracks Bunny. It wasn’t the official job title of course, but when you met the other applicants at the private hospital, you all more or less agreed that it might as well have been. There were 5 of you who, if all tests were good, would go to a different base each. Two men, Eric and Dennis, one non-binary person called Frankie, two women, Jennifer and then including yourself. Since you weren’t each other’s opponents, you all exchanged phone numbers - and made a group chat. All of you knew you were clean anyways, but the military took their own tests just to be sure. 

Physical and psychological tests all went well. The only thing was that you were ordered to take more vitamins. But that was fine.

They paid for everything you needed. You got a nice salary, good healthcare benefits and insurance, even a bloody dental plan. The vitamins, the daily pill you would have to take to not get pregnant, all kinds of sex toys and lube, in general just… whatever you needed. There would be a room for you at whatever base you were going to, food and such. 

You and the five others were encouraged to choose your own call names in a meeting, much to your own amusement, that you had to put on your file. 

“It’s like a spy movie,” one commented.

“Is 0069 silly?” One of the dudes asked.

“What about we all write down names starting with B? And then throw them in a bowl and pull one each? Because we can’t all be called Bunny.”

Kate Laswell, the one who was in charge of this current meeting rolled her eyes at you, but she didn’t seem mad.

And so it was. You all wrote down names, unisex so it could fit all of you - and just to be funny, you all added animal names too. Babe, Bailey, Blue, Bunny, Billie, Bunny, Beau, Badger, Bat, Bee, Banks - there were several options.

You all pulled one each.

Eric got Badger, Dennis got Blue, Frankie got Bee, while - Jennifer got Bailey and then finally you –

Bunny.

The others snickered. 

“Seriously?” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile, “of all the names, I got Bunny?”

Jeniffer - Bailey, you supposed, gently elbowed you in the side, “Better than Bear or Beaver.”

“Alright, enough with the bonding exercises,” Laswell gently chastised, “write down your call signs. Now.”

Writing down Bunny felt ridiculous - but it was at least better than Beaver.

You were all sent to several meetings and courses and you all had to go through - you never thought you had to go to a 4-day long course about safe BDSM practices but here you were.

It was the end of the course and you had all been given a several pages long question survey each that you had to fill out individually. It was quite simple. You had a scale, a line aat each kink, where you could put your answer on it somewhere between yes, maybe or no.. It wasn’t rocket science, yet… It seemed like a lot to you. Even after the course.

You stared at the first page, already finding yourself blushing. Bailey snickered next to you and gently clapped your shoulder.

“Too much already?” She asked, though it was a soft teasing.

“The fourth one is literally anal,” you muttered, shyly wondering if you should put the x at yes or maybe. In the end you put it close to the yes.

“What on earth is Altocalciphilia?” Badger asked, sweet enough to ask what they were all thinking and distracting your thoughts from anal for a moment.

“Shoes,” The teacher gently explained, even though she had probably already mentioned it before, “It can be any kind - shoes, boots, high-heels.”

A group “ooooh” left you all. You looked at Altocalciphilia for a moment longer. Then ticked the maybe box. There were SO many bloody options. Age play? you put the x close to no.

Altocalciphilia? Shoes? you guessed that would be okay, so you put it near the yes.

Begging and blindfolds were clear yes, though you paused at the next word. Belonephilia. They really had to use fancy names, huh?

This time you took one for the team.

“Belonephilia?” 

“Thank god that you said it” Bee said, clearly relieved, “I don’t even think I can pronounce that one.” 

“Needles, pins - small sharp objects like that.”

“Oh, damn.”

“hell yeah,” Blue said, hurrying to cross over a big YES. 

You put a clear no on your own paper however, afraid of needles. No need to bring that into the bedroom. Or outside it, depending what people were into.

“Hehe, condoms,” Badger muttered to himself. It made you relax a little as you all snickered, as if you were horny teenagers in Sex Ed and not between the ages of 25-35. You were 26, while Badger was the youngest, being 25. Still, you were all supposed to be mature adults about this.

“Focus,” the teacher gently encourage and you all focused again.

Blood? close to no, but not fully. Bondage, breath control? Yes and yes. You found yourself growing a little wet. The next one didn’t help at all.  Breeding kink. You carefully put an directly over the yes. Cockwarming, consensual Non-consensual, condoms all got a yes. 

Daddy kink made you blink but you still put it in the yes categories. You had enough daddy issues to share with all the others. Deepthroating, domination, edging? yes, yes, yes. Feces - hard no. Feminization got a yes too, while fisting got a maybe. Foursomes, yes. Free-use? You crossed yes, biting your lip at the idea. Gang bang, hair pulling, humiliation, lingerie, marking, they really weren’t holding back. Yes to them all. Mommy kink? You felt a little shy again. You still put the x towards the yes.

Oral got a yes, pain got an x between yes and maybe. Pet play got a maybe, phone sex got a yes - there were so many you could barely keep track. 

“This feels like a bloody personality test,” Bailey pointed out, making a lot of you snort and giggle.

“We should do some of those,” You pointed out. You all needed to figure out what kind of color or magical creature you were, didn’t you? 

“Focus, troublemakers,” the teacher commented without looking up from her tablet. Right, focus.

You looked back, answering a couple more.

Photos/filming (will not be shared without consent.) Yes. Piss kink… maybe, towards no.

Praise - hard yes. Who didn’t love that? Public/semi public - yes. Rimming? maybe. 

Sensory deprivation 

Sex toys - tick the boxes with the ones you’re open to use.

Somnophilia. Spanking. Spit. Submission. Threesomes

Titles - tick the boxes with the titles you’re open to use or add some on the empty lines.

You read them through for a moment, then ticked off the titles you wanted to use.

voyeurism 

wax kink

And so, so many others.

When you finally finished you almost felt tired - and terribly horny.

[The group chat name was changed to The Bedwarmers by Bee.]

Bailey: NO

Bailey: We are NOT calling this chat the Bedwarmers

Blue: hahahaha

Bee: Is it or is it not accurate?

Bunny: I suppose it's not completely wrong

Badger: Thanks I hate it too

Bee: you’re both weak<33

Badger: only for you ;) 

Bunny: oh how smooth

Bailey: Please, this is ridiculous, what about Babes?

Bee: Hm, fine I will be taking suggestions

Blue: Who appointed you leader, Bee? :* kidding, I will follow you blindly

Bunny: What about brats?

Bailey: Yeah I’m on board with that

Badger: I’m not even a brat but I’ll take it

Badger: what about boomers?

Bee: BOY I SWEAR

Bunny: None of us are boomers, Badger 

Badger: That’s the fun part

Bailey: lol

Blue: What about Bratty Boomers?

Bunny: That’s terrible

Bunny: I love it

[The group chat name was changed to The Bratty Boomers by Bee.]

Bailey: You’re all terrible

Blue: You love us

Bailey: Maybe

Bee: Are you still coming to the bar later despite our terribleness?

Bailey: Ofc lmao c u later

At this point most of you had fucked, but really, they put a bunch of horny people together and expect you not to? 

You were on Bailey’s bed since Bailey was currently sleeping on your bed after having pegged Badger for like, 20 minutes or something before riding his face. Both Bailey and Badger were out like a light, while Bee was on their phone next to you, playing a game. 

You looked up at the ceiling, having come yourself just about 10 minutes ago - but unlike the others on your own bed, you weren’t completely out of energy and neither was Bee seemingly. About ten seconds later Blue appeared with a couple of juices boxes in his arm - delivering them out with a happy smile.

He sat down next to you, sipping his own juice box.

“Are y’all nervous?” He asked, gently and you looked over at him, as he fidgeted with his little straw in the juice. 

"For what?” Bee asked.

“For like… going each of our ways? To new people, different bases?” 

“Yeah,” You admitted, giving him a careful smile, “it’s gonna be odd.”

You had all spent almost a month together at this point. Living together, talking, learning, teasing, doing tests - getting closer . Fucking. A lot. After the first week, you all arrived with several different hickies and marks to a meeting, not having thought about how visible they were. Which had made Laswell roll her eyes.

“Bloody hell, stop biting and scratching each other at least two weeks before you’re all sent out.”

Now you would soon have to leave, all markless even though you had still marked each other in different ways.

Blue nodded, taking another sip of his juice and you gently ruffled his hair, making him smile up at you.

Bee put their phone down, smiling at the both of you.

“We can still see each other, ya’ know. We’re not going to be sent out to war or anything,” they pointed out with an raised eyebrow, “besides, we can’t be barrack bunnies if we don’t go to the barracks.”

Blue snorted and you rolled your eyes, but smiled too.

“Please,” came a gentle, sarcastic voice over from your bed, “we’re specialized sex workers.”

You snickered at Badger’s comment.

“Don’t tell me you’re not looking forward to hot military people bending you over a surface,” Bee mused, making Blue blush.

“I am,” he muttered.

“Me too,” you added, smiling at him before tipping your head to rest on his shoulder, “besides, we can text and talk all the time.”

“Oh my god,” Bailey sat up so suddenly it made almost everyone jump, “we can go on a vacation together too!!!”

“I’ve never been to Europe, I suppose,” you muttered, scratching your chin.

“Me neither!” Badger said, lighting up, “o m g, we should all go to Europe! We get paid vacations now, this is a perfect opportunity!”

Before you could all plan your dream trip of going to Europe together, you all needed to actually work. You got the folder from Laswell at the same meeting that everyone did - except yours were much thinner than most of the others.

Task force 141.

You scratched your cheek, running your eyes over the list of names.

Captain John Price.

Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Sgt. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

Sgt. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.

That was… not a lot of people. You tipped your head to the side a little, but continued to flip to the next page, the other’s whispers bleeding into the background.

It was about Captain Price and there was very little information that wasn’t blacked out. But there was a picture and it made you blush a little.

That man looked like he stepped into a barber shop and said “ make me a dapper Brit, gimme mutton chops and make it work somehow ” and somehow it did.

“He is hot,” Bee said, leaning over your shoulder and as soon as they said that, Bailey leant over to see too.

“Oh yeah,” Bailey agreed, but you suspected she was just as confused as you, “not much to learn, though.”

“It’s classified,” Laswell said, sitting at the end of the table, her eyes watching you. You looked down at the picture again while Bee and Bailey hurried to look back at their own files. But Bailey wasn’t wrong. There wasn’t much to learn.

Captain John Price. Male. 38. British. 

Bondage. Discipline. Rough sex. Gentle sex. Daddy kink.

You looked at the five highlighted kinks beneath the almost little to no info. Rough and gentle sex? Damn.

You turned to the next page and —

No picture. You frowned, looking up at Laswell who just raised an eyebrow, but you looked down again. No picture for this Ghost guy then.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Male. British. 

Not even a bloody age.

You huffed. Then your eyes flickered to the five kinks.

Rough. Somnophilia. Marking. Pain. CnC .

You felt your cheeks warm at the mere words. He would be a fun surprise, wouldn’t he?

The rest of the page was literally just blacked out.

You heard the others talk but you were too distracted by your own folder to listen along and instead turned to the next page - since this Ghost page wouldn’t offer you much information anyways. The next one at least offered more - and there was a picture.

And what a picture that was. He was pretty, despite the serious look in his eyes. You licked your lips. 

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. Male. 29. British.

Gentle sex. Semi public. Threesome. Sensory deprivation. Cockwarming.

They really were a different bunch. You knew there would be more kinks to them, they just had to write their five favorites, but still. You swallowed. That was three out of four men, so only one left. Soap. It was as if Ghost took the edgy name and the other got the funny one. Soap . You huffed. Sure, your name was Bunny , but still.

The first thought you had when you saw the man in the last picture was brat . With a short mohawk and a small grin that surely meant trouble.

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. Male. 26. Scottish.

Oral. Voyeurism. Teasing. Free-use. Anal.

And that was it. That was all the information you got.

“It’s a small team,” you commented to Bee who nodded.

“Yeah mine's like 7 people - and I’ve got women too.” They replied.

“Damn,” Bailey whispered, “if none of them got a pussy, you’ll have to go without until we see each other again.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, winking at Bailey which made her grin in return.

You closed your folder, running your fingers along the front. Four men. 1 4 1. Surely it would be easy to satisfy them and keep them happy, right ?

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Leaving the others was suddenly much harder than you thought it would be. Especially since you were the first to leave. Blue pretended not to be on the verge of tears, Bee’s hugs a little longer than usual.

“We’ll text,” Bailey reminded them, “we gotta share our shenanigans, right?”

“Compare cocks and pussies,” Badger snickered. 

“Gossip,” Blue sniffled.

“Sexual fantasies,” Bee added.

You rolled your eyes but hugged them and kissed all of their cheeks.

“Have fun, Bunny,” Bee said as you walked towards the plane, and you looked back, waving at them. They were all smiling, giving thumbs up and yelling goodbye.

You turned to the plane, your backpack over your shoulder and another bag in your hand, feeling like you were going to a summer camp of some sort.

“Ready?” Laswell asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” you answered, following her into the plane.

As you landed, you couldn’t really figure out whether you were excited or scared. Maybe a mixture of those. Nervous? On edge? Antsy? Tense? Frighte—

Kate Laswell’s hand on your shoulder distracted you and you looked at her with a smile.

“Let’s get you out to meet them,” she said and you smiled, getting up and picking up your bags. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, hoping you didn’t look too tired, since you had just been on a 3 hour long flight trip. You had absolutely no idea where you were but you figured it didn’t matter.

“They might seem a little intense at first. Frightening,” Laswell said and you felt your anxiety spike again, “but don’t worry, they’re all good. Intimidating, but you’ll have them around your finger in no time.”

You huffed. “I hope so, ma’am,” you answered honestly and she looked over at you as the plane doors opened.

“Don’t ya’ worry,” she said gently, “you’ve got fire. That’ll be good for them. Besides-“

She leant a little closer, her arm resting still on your shoulder, “I’m one call away, okay? You can back out any time, no reprimands or punishments, yeah?”

“Yes, ma’am, got it.” You answered before putting on a brave smile, “I’ll do my best.”

She grinned, leaning back, “that’s my girl. Now, come, let us go meet the monsters.”

Monsters were one way to describe the men who were waiting on you further down the plane strip. They were at least all 6 '0, towering your 5’7 that you considered a nice height, and they were all different kinds of big. Broad, tall and with more muscles than what those silly photos in their folders had shown. 

Captain Price greeted you and Laswell out loud as you came near - and it was very much different to hear their voice, not quite what you expected, but then again what could you have known from a picture? 

The man wore a hat, one you weren’t sure was serious or not and he stepped on the stump of a cigar before you reached him.

You put on your brave face, smiling as you took his offered hand and shook it.

“Captain Price,” you greeted back politely - look at you having learned manners despite never having been in the military.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said, his handshake short and firm, smile warm, before gesturing to the three men next to him, “these muppets are Gaz, Soap and Ghost - but I figured you already knew that from the files, eh?”

“Yes sir,” you reply before looking over at the others smiling and oh, oh, there is a man who looks like the grim reader had makeover.

“Heya lass,” Kyle greeted politely, a smile on his face, cap on his head, clad in t-shirt and standard pants, while Soap next to him was grinning. His little mohawk was shorter now than on the picture - was it a Warhawk then? You never got the difference, but he had the same kind of smirk.

“Nice tae meet ye,” Soap said, elbowing the man who you assumed to be Ghost, who just let out a grumble. Fully covered in black military clothes from top to bottom, wearing a balaclava with a freaking skull on top - and his intense brown eyes stared at you. 

“Dinnae mind him, Bunny, he’s a grump,” Soap said, earning an angry huff from Ghost - but then Laswell and Price saved you by suggesting you all went inside, so you could see your room and have a meeting before she would leave.

The room was nice. Bigger than you expected, a bigger bed than most rooms or at least so you expected. A little sterile, but you considered it an empty canvas - ready for you to make nice and homely.

“There ye go,” Soap put down the bag he had insisted on carrying for you, while you put your backpack down on the bed, looking around.

There were a couple of closets, a door to a bathroom and a desk in the corner. It was simple but nice.

“It’s not much, I suppos’,” Soap said, “but Gaz ‘n I will show ye aroond afterwards, if ye’ll want?”

His Scottish accent was strong but it could be worse. It was charming really.

“Sure,” you said, dropping off your jacket, “that would be nice.”

“Braw! let's gang tae th' office afore Captain gets impatient!”

The meeting was much more chill than you had expected. It was mostly formalities, you were given a contract that basically stated you wanted to stay here, but that you had the right to leave whenever you wanted to. Then you were offered the possibility to change any of your answers on the kink sheet you had filled out, to which you declined - instead you were given the others’ sheets, to read later, which made you blush.

You agreed on using a simple system with each other. Traffic lights system. Green for go, yellow for wait and red for full stop.

Laswell and Price spoke mostly, Soap and Gaz joining while Ghost didn’t say more than “affirmative” or “no.” 

It was getting late but you all went to eat at the hall, Laswell joined you. You chatted a little with her and she promised to tell the other bunnies hi once she returned. The food was fine but you were too nervous to eat a lot. So much had happened in such a short time.

Laswell left not too long after, giving you a small hug and a pat on the cheek. “Behave,” she said with an amused smile on her face, “don’t scare them away, Bunny.”

“I’ll do my best, Ma’am,” you replied with a smile.

“Good. Call me if you need anything, yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” Laswell looked over your shoulder before she pointed towards Soap and Gaz, “and you better not make any trouble.”

“Me? Trouble? Ne’er,” Soap said with a mocking salute, while Gaz snickered next to him.

“Alright, let’s get you indoors, eh?” Price offered, once Laswell disappeared into the plane, “I think these two muppets volunteered to show you around.”

“It wo’d be an honour, mah lassie, let me show ye th’ castle,” Soap said, wagging his eyebrows, earning himself a soft slap on the head from Gaz. Ghost had disappeared, just like his call sign suggested.

“Be less dramatic, Johnny,” Gaz said before looking at you, “c’mon, let’s show you the most important places. You don’t have to learn the entire layout of the base today.”

“Thank god,” you answered with a grin, “I have a terrible sense of place.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll pick you up and show you around the first days until you get the hang of it,” he promised.

It wasn’t that you had expected to have some sort of sex on the first day but…

Okay maybe you had kind of expected that. Now here you were, in your new room for the foreseeable future, alone and without having received or given a single orgasm. The sheets of the bed smelled of laundry detergent. The pillow was soft and you knew it probably wouldn’t take too long since you would fall asleep but still.

The members had all politely bid you goodnight - sans Ghost, because he had disappeared. He is shy , Soap had said with a grin, though you weren’t sure that was the truth.

To distract yourself from overthinking you were reading through the group chat, reading the messages you had missed throughout the last couple of hours.

Blue: SHE IS ONLINE HI!!!<33

You snorted at the enthusiasm but still hearted the message.

Bunny: I’ve not even been gone for a full day, lol

[ Several people are typing.]

Oh boy, you thought, getting ready for a chatty time.

On the second day, nothing happens - nothing but them being friendly and nice, showing you around, what you could do where. The small common room the task force has for themselves, where you could make a snack if you wanted to or watch television. The gym where you could work out, despite the rest of the base also being able to use it. Some people look at you in the halls but nobody says anything. You pretended not to notice.

They’re all so sweet, so friendly - Ghost didn’t count, he appeared in corners now and again, never saying anything, just watching.

Third day, it was the same. All sweet. But nothing happened. So you flirted intensely with Soap and he flirted back. Still, nothing. You used some of the sex toys in one of the closets in your room to get yourself off. 

The fourth day you wore a tight crop top into the little common room, that really showed off your cleavage. Nothing. Later you spotted Soap and Gaz making out in there, through a half open door but you backed away and hurried off. So they were apparently busy with each other.

The fifth day you tried asking Price what he was doing but he just laughed and said meetings and paperwork . You didn’t even bother with sex toys, watching porn and using your hand instead.

The sixth day you admit to the others in the B-group what had happened - or rather what hadn’t happened.

Bailey: what??

Badger: I thought you had already fucked??

Bunny: no, I just said I had a nice time!! They’re all super sweet!

Blue: but no dick??:((

Bunny: no dick :(((

Bee: well, at least they’re nice!! 

Bee: have you tried flirting?

Bunny: yeah I have :((

Bee: Damn

Bailey: Wear something nice!

Bunny: been there, done that.

Badger: maybe the problem is that you’re wearing something 

Bunny: well I can’t really walk around naked, can I??

Blue: lmao your tits would freeze off

Bunny: hehehe

Bunny: no but seriously, how am I getting blue balled as a barracks bunny???

Bunny: I don’t even have balls!!!

Bee: it’s quite impressive. I’m proud of you

Bunny: feel bad for me, Beee

Bee: I’m proud and i feel bad for you <33

Bailey: try again!! <33

Badger: yeah don’t give up!

Blue: we believe in you!! Go get that dick!!!<333

The seventh day was the day! You were ready, pumped up — and they trained the entire day.

You fell back dramatically on your bed. You had changed out the sheets with your own, floral and colourful. You had in general added more colors in the room and it made you happy, but right now you didn’t feel happy.

You felt horny. Frustrated and horny and like you couldn’t even figure out how to be a barracks bunny.

Did they not like the way you looked? Other people in the halls looked at you when you walked past, you even heard a wolf whistle or two. 

You felt like you had tried so many things, but nothing had worked yet. So when Bailey wrote in the group chat again, you hadn’t expected her to actually give good advice, just the sympathy you had wanted.

Bailey: why don’t you ask the captain? He will probably know what’s up.

Maybe she had a point…

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Maybe you should have thought about it some more. But… After 8 days, you were pretty sure you were going insane. Overdramatic? Perhaps. Horny and frustrated, only sextoys and your own hands having been helping you - but you weren’t here to masturbate.

So, your frustration was bound to make you snap at one point and with Bailey’s idea, it had finally happened. Which was why you were knocking on the door of Captain Price’s office, one evening. He was supposed to be off, but there was still light in there, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you had finally gotten enough courage to speak up about it. However when you heard his “ come in,” you wanted to backpedal so badly . 

Just… call out nevermind and run off or just straight up run away. But that wouldn’t solve your dick or lack of dick problem.

You felt like a student stepping into the principal’s office, but you couldn’t back out now. So you went in, closing the door after you, standing an extra second at it, before turning around to look at Price. There was something hot about him sitting behind the desk, hat on the table, a cigar clearly finished in the ashtray. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. If you hadn’t been busy being so nervous, you would have appreciated it even more

“Bunny,” he greeted, a soft smile on his face, “what can I help you with?”

“… Am I not what you wanted?” 

Damn.
That wasn’t what you were supposed to say. You were supposed to go in all professionally, explain the situation and such - but nope, instead your brain went this route

“Pardon?”

“Is it because I’m not pretty enough? Is it something I’ve done? Because I feel like nobody really cares, like nobody is horny and I’m literally here to help you and-“

“Woah woah. Slow down there, sweetheart.” Price interrupted you with a gentle voice, putting down his pen and pushing his papers to the side. 

“It’s just… I.” God, now you could even feel tears beginning to appear in your eyes.

You stared down at your socks, unsure what to say or what to do for a second. A small sigh left the older man and you wondered if you should just apologize and leave, but then Price spoke again.

“Bunny?” 

You looked up. He tapped on the table in front of him, on his own side of the table.

“Come sit in front of me.”

So you did, carefully walking to his side, sitting down on his table as he instructed. Hands in your lap, staring down at your painted nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world currently. As if you weren’t sitting in your captain’s (was he even your captain? You weren’t sure, the military was a weird place) office, in front of him, with him trying to catch your gaze. He stayed in his office chair but then carefully reached out and took a hold of your hands, gently cradling them in his, resting them in your lap.

His hands were bigger, rougher to the touch. There were small scars on them here and there, from what you assumed to be knife wounds or similar. They were warm, careful.

“Now. From the beginning, yeah? What’s wrong?”

He smelled of cigars and cologne. Given the amount of times you had seen him with a cigar already, it didn’t surprise you.

What’s wrong?

What were you supposed to say? Hey I’m here to be fucked yet nobody wants to touch me and I’m so fucking horny it hurts. Seemed a bit embarrassing but you were afraid that was just… the truth.

“You… you chose me, right?” You asked, referencing the fact that you weren’t just randomly selected out of your Bb-group.

The Captain gave you a small nod, a soft, “we did, yes,” confirming it.

“Then… why don’t you…any of you… like me?”

“What makes you think we don’t like you, hon?”

“You won’t fucking touch me,” you exclaimed, tears finally falling down your cheeks, “is it because I’m not pretty enough or what? Not what you expected? Because I’ve been here for over a week, flirting and barely wearing anything and I’m so fucking horny and nobody seems to want me!”

Silence.

Yikes .

You winced a little.

“when did you get that idea, eh?”

“Well- I.” Suddenly it was a little harder to explain, and you wanted so badly to fidget with your fingers, but he was still gently holding your hands. His thumb even caressed yours.

“Have you said explicitly that you want to have any kind of sexual activity with us?”

“Well… no. I mean. I tried, when I flirted. But Soap or Gaz didn’t seem… I dunno, interested? Neither did you.”

“Bunny,” his hands squeezed yours a little tighter, “communicating is the key.”

You huffed at the saying. He smiled.

“You’ve all just… Been so nice.”

“That’s not bad, is it?”

“No. But it’s like none of you even want to touch me, but I saw Gaz and Soap making out, you all touch each other so much but barely look when I try and…” you hesitated, “well, I just thought…”

“That we didn’t like how you look?”

You nodded.

“We didn’t want to push you, sweetheart,” he explained, loosening his grip on you hands, before taking ahold of one of them, lifting it to gently kiss one of your knuckles, before looking up at you from his chair, “you got to remember that you’ve only been here for 8 days. Me ‘n the others have been ah, well, together for years.”

You remained silent, looking down at him, his eyes dark but with a glimmer of happiness in them. 

“Together?” You repeated. Together in as together, as in poly.

“Mm-hmm,” he confirmed, giving a second knuckle a kiss, “ years , sweetheart.”

“Why did you ask for me then?” You whispered.

“Because we wanted to,” he answered as if it was the most simple thing in the world. 

“ Oh .”

He huffed, his breath warm on your hand. His beard was tickling your skin a little.

“You’re intelligent, have an interesting education and experiences different than ours, you’re kinky as fuck,” you blushed at the last part, your toes curling in your socks at the words, “- and we all find you very pretty, Bunny . All of us .”
You supposed having a bachelors in art was quite different from a military career. His words made you pause. You almost felt silly; your anxieties and insecurities had gotten the better of you, coming to a conclusion that was apparently not even real. Communication was the key, just as Price had said, despite how annoying you found that saying. The gentleness that Price showed you however, calmed the flaming beast of insecurities- not the horny monster inside of you, but one thing at a time.

“I’m sorry,” you said carefully, glancing at him again and Price smiled.

“Nah, communication is two ways, is it not, sweetheart?” He asked, “we wanted to make sure we didn’t push you to something you didn’t feel ready for - we just assumed too, without asking you.”

“I do feel ready,” you muttered stubbornly and he let out a chuckle. It was a deep chuckle, and you watched how his tongue licked his bottom lip slowly. Wondering what he tasted like, how he could use that tongue of his. As your eyes flickered up to meet his gaze again, you also knew that he was well aware that you were not having proper thoughts right now.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice a little darker than before, giving a third knuckle a kiss - it made a spark of lust reignite the fire of why you were here in the first place. Horny and frustrated.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, hoping he wouldn’t make you leave.

“Well, use your words then, pet,” he encouraged and as you let out a little groan at it, he just grinned, kissing another knuckle, before continuing, “c’mon. No communication, no coming.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the words, which helped you feel less tense. 

“I - will you… get me off? Please?” You asked, but he remained in the chair, merely raising an eyebrow as you squirmed a little on the desk. Impatient, your panties getting more and more wet with each second.

“You gotta be more specific, Bunny,” he answered and you licked your bottom lip.

“I…”

He took pity on you and you wanted to cry of happiness as he stood up, so close to you that you could feel his breath against your lips.

“Can I kiss you, Bunny?”

“Please,” you whimpered and then his lips were pressing against yours, his beard tickling your skin. You moved to hold onto his shoulders, touch the back of his head, finally close. You spread your legs a little as his fingers ran down your middle and to your thighs, resting on top of your sleeping shorts. As he broke the kiss, you tried to follow but he hushed you, giving one of your thighs a squeeze.

“Now, Bunny,” he said, voice not louder than a dark whisper, but clearly being serious, “I’ll give you two options. I can either get you off with my fingers - or my mouth. Which one?”

A small needy sound left you involuntarily, making him hum in delight. His cock wasn’t offered but you weren’t going to turn this offer down.

“Choose one, Bunny,” he whispered into your ear in a more demanding tone, squeezing your soft thigh again, “or I’ll choose for ya’.”

Despite his hands being big and wonderful, well… the idea of his mouth on you? It made the fire grow even more inside of you, made you fear that your wetness had gone through your panties and darkened your shorts a little.

“Mouth,” you decided, voice not loud either, “please, Captain.”

A dark rumble left him before he pressed his lips against yours again, even if just for a short moment.

“Yeah? Do you want me to eat you out, right here on my desk?” 

You whimpered at his words, nodding.

“Anyone could come in, see you being licked by me. Getting you off with nothing but my mouth. Do you like that idea?”

“Price, please,” you whined desperately, “I’m so fucking wet already!”

“So demanding,” he purred teasingly but he still took a hold of your shorts, gently tugging at them.

“Been horny for a week,” you pointed out as you moved to he could pull the shorts off and your words made him laugh.

“Poor thing - your pussy bein’ all neglected, huh?”

“Yeah, you better make it up to me,” you pointed out and he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling back.

“My my,” he mused, “you’re soaked already.”

“Told you,” you muttered stubbornly, though you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Lean’ back, dear,” he instructed and you did, resting on your elbows, so that you could still watch him, “that’s a good girl.”

A small sound left you and he grinned, nuzzling against your thigh.

“Yeah? Like being called a good girl?”

“Maybe,” you answered and he gave your thigh a sharp nip, “yes yes, I like being called a good girl! Please captain, I’ve been - AH!”

He ran his tongue over your pussy and even with the fabrics of your panties as a barrier in between, you couldn’t hold back your sound. Pleasure erupting even if such simple movements.

Then, almost as if they were nothing, he ripped your panties at each side before you could say anything, pulling them off.

“Hey-“ you muttered, watching him pocketing them with a wink.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you.”

John Price didn’t tease you much more - in a matter of seconds, it was like he became a man on a mission, shifting one of your legs to rest over his shoulder, strong hands gripping your hips, sinking into your skin. 

His tongue was hot and wet against your exposed pussy, licking and sucking as if he was dying of thirst. 

Licking and teasing your clit, humming with delight as you squirmed in his grip - sucking it to make you cry out, so loudly that you slapped your hand over your mouth. But it didn’t stop him one bit, in fact, it only spurred him on.

The moment he began to fuck you with his tongue however? You were bucking and whimpering, while Price was almost growling into your pussy, one hand shifting to spread your leg to the side more, the other hand pushing your bottom half down. 

“Captain, ah I - Price! Ngnh!” You could barely think, toes curling as you felt so close. The tipping point right in front of you, offering the relief from your sexual frustration that had overwhelmed you earlier.

“I’m gonna- Price!”

He only pressed his hands down harder, fucking your hole with his tongue, nose pressing against your clit and beard only adding to the sensations. 

Your orgasm hit hard , making you cry out a high-pitched sound and gasp, elbows giving up as you laid down fully on the desk, hands instead moving to take a hold on his arm across your hips and head. You rode the wave of your orgasm, gasping and panting, feeling the blessed happy feeling of a good orgasm for the first time since arriving. You might be able to make yourself see stars with your fingers, but Price’s mouth had just shown you an entire galaxy.

He pulled back a little, breathing a little fast himself, resting against your inner thigh. As you managed to pull yourself up a little, letting go of his head, you saw his beard was wet. It felt much more satisfying than it should, knowing your juices were currently in it.

“How was that, eh?” He looked rather proud of himself and you smiled happily, a relief you couldn’t describe overwhelming you as you rested your head on the desk again, catching your breath.

“Wonderful, sir,” you answered and he gave your thighs a squeeze.

“Can you take another one?” He asked against your thigh and you let out a happy and agreeable “uh-huh”, making him chuckle.

“What’s your color?”

“Green, Captain,” you barely finished saying Captain before his tongue was on you again.

The second orgasm was even better than the first, your entire body shaking and tensing, toes curling as you came. 

He chuckled happily, pulling you a little closer to him, leaning down to kiss you. You were only happy to do so, tasting yourself on his tongue, on his lips, even his beard.

“Cap’ain,” you managed, feeling as if your brain had crashed and had to reboot. He gave you another short kiss, as if to distract you but you wanted him to feel nice too.

“Lemme help you get off?” You offered, making him chuckle.

“Nah, you don’t have to Bunny,” he said, “this was for you, hm? Looked so pretty, still do. Wonderful little noises too, ya’ minx. Nobody is gonna be uncertain about what happened.” 

You felt yourself blush hard and you hid your face behind one of your hands, muttering out a small “oh god”, while he laughed.

“Nah, Captain is fine,” he answered with a wink, “come on then, lass. Let’s get you to bed.”

You sat up quickly, kissing him again and he let out a deep rumble, pulling you a little closer, your pussy dripping a little on his desk.

“Naughty thing,” he rumbled, as he felt your hands run down his chest and stomach, stopping at his hips, running along the hem of his pants, “you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

“I hope so,” you teased, with a tired grin, “If it will get me something like this.”

“Might get you punished, Bunny,” he warned, kissing your neck and grinding gently against your hand as you cupped his cock through his pants, “might not be so nice next time.”

“Might like that,” you gasped happily, his beard leaving wet spots of your own juices on your skin.

“Don’t play with fire, Bunny,” he rumbled, before giving your neck a sharp bite making you yelp.

You dutifully licked his fingers when he asked, moaning around them, sucking on them and getting them wet with your spit. Watching him watch you, seeing how turned on he got, just from how you sucked his fingers only made it better - then following his hands, watching how his dry hand pulled down his zipper and oh.

“Fuck you’re thick,” you blurted out, making him laugh darkly and he nipped a little at your throat again.

“Language, Bunny.”

“Sorry, sir,” you answered, mesmerized by his hand slowly jerking himself off, the thickness of his cock, “I meant, fuck you’re thick, sir.”

A mixture of a huff and a groan left him, his breath against your neck. You weren’t even sure you could get your hand around it. He was uncut, thick and with dark hairs at the base, and the urge to see if it would even fit in your mouth was overwhelming. Precum dripping from the red cock head that you wanted to lick off.

“Want that to stretch my pussy - can I touch, pretty please?” You begged desperately but he still refused to let you touch his cock.

“Another time Bunny,” he groaned, his hand moving faster, “when you’re better with your words.”

You whined desperately but he didn’t give in.

He removed his hand suddenly, pulling at your hips, tipping you backwards and exposing your pussy more, the head of his cock almost touching your wetness, making you mewl with need.

One hand on your hip held you still while he jerked himself off faster and faster with the other - coming with a deep moan, his cum hitting your pussy and the little well trimmed pubes you had, a couple of drops ending on your stomach.

The moment he was done, he let go of your hip, panting above you, before stepping back a little, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Like that, Bunny?” 

“Yeah,” you moaned softly, running your hand through some of the cum on your skin, “like… it’s like I’ve been marked by you-“ your eyes met his, “- the leader.”

“The others will be terribly jealous,” he pointed out darkly, not taking his eyes of you, “they would have wanted to watch.”

You whimpered, pussy tensing at the words.

“We can - can show them another time?” You offered and Price grinned.

“Marvelous idea, darling.”

He followed you back to your room - not giving you back your panties, so you walked in the shorts. They were ruined anyway. Despite having cleaned up, you felt like everyone could see how you had just come twice, how his cum had marked your skin. But there was no one out on the halls and he led you to your room, offering to leave.

“You don’t have to,” you pointed out softly, almost shyly as if he hadn’t just eaten you out on his desk before jerking off over you, “you can, uhm, sleep here if you want.”

“Hm, I’ll have to get up early, Bunny,” he pointed out, nuzzling against your cheek, “so you might wake up to an empty bed.”

“That’s okay,” you whispered, “will the others mind if you sleep in here with me?”

He left out an amused huff.

“They’ll be jealous, love,” he mused, before tugging you inside, grip gentle,“c’mon then, let’s get some sleep.”

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[Bratty boomers. Time: 8:23 AM]

Bunny: Mission was accomplished yesterday 🥳

Bee: HELL YEAH <333

Blue : one down, three to go babyyyy 😜😜

Bunny: hell yeah - how are y’all doing 

Bailey: aaaah I’m so happy for you bunny, go get them orgasms1!!11!!

Bailey: and I’m good - there is this sergeant and she sure knows how to eat pussy

Badger : Well done, Soldier! 🫡🫡

Bunny : Thanks soldier🫡🫡!

Bunny: Captain here knows how to eat pussy too, hehe

Bee : Fuck yeah, we love people who knows how to do that!!

You’re sitting down in the hall next to Gaz and Price, eating breakfast as a person leans down next to your head, hand resting on your shoulder.

“Heard a wee bird sing about ye ‘n’ Captain, lass,” Soap said into your ear, instantly making you blush and almost choke on your cornflakes.

“Maybe,” you answer after swallowing, trying to keep your cool, Price winking at you from across the table.

“Hm, he wasn’t in bed lest night either,” he pointed out, voice going a little lower, “Daddy busy makin’ ye feel gud, Bonnie?”

“Fuck, Soap,” Gaz groaned from next to you, “show her mercy, I’m not walking out of here with a boner.”

Soap chuckled into your ear, leaning even closer, whispering now. “I’ll shaw ye a good time efter Bunbun, just touch Gaz beneath the table, yea?”

“Soap,” you whine, feeling yourself grow wet at the idea.

“C’mon, bonnie lass”, he purred, squeezing your shoulder, “shaw ‘em a good time. He can tap out if he needs tae.”

Gaz was watching the two of you, squinting a little. “You’re up to somethin,” he pointed out.

Soap clapped your shoulder, straightening up.

“Sure isn’t Gaz, me darlin’. I’ll get breakfast.”

You considered it for a few seconds. This was what you had wanted, attention. Price had clearly told them, Soap was giving you an in. You just had to be discreet because you were still in the mess hall after all. You bit your lip. Daring to move your hand beneath the table, you slid it up along his knee carefully. Gaz stilled, eyes wide for a second before totally zoning in on you.

“Bunny,” he warned, voice a little dark.

“Yes?” You asked innocently, almost shyly. Raising your spoon with cornflakes to take another bite. Watching Gaz as your mouth closed around the spoon.

“He set ya’ up to something.”

You shrugged, moving your hand up a little, giving a little of his strong thigh a squeeze. “I’m not a soldier, Gaz. Technically I don’t have to follow orders.”

Price huffed and rolled his eyes from opposite the two of you. 

“Careful girly,” the Captain warned, “playing Soap’s games can getcha into trouble.”

It was a warning but not one that sounded serious.

You slid your hand a little further up, moving to get into the inner thigh. You were still on top of his pants, but you could feel the heat from his skin.

“ Bunny ,” Gaz said once more, voice not as serious this time. He moved one hand beneath the table, taking a hold of your wrist.

“Sergeant Gaz,” you answered bravely, licking your bottom lip.

“What did he set ya’ up to?” Gaz asked. You shrugged, casually taking a sip of your coffee.

“If I could get you hard, he would show me a good time later.” You saw no reason to lie.

“Bloody hell,” Price muttered darkly, not even looking up from his phone. Gaz swallowed.

“He is such a mean asshole,” he muttered, looking at Soap as he returned, “you’re a mean asshole of a man, Johnny.”

“Oi,” he said, sitting down next to you, unceremoniously sliding his hand down to your thigh, giving it a pat before moving it back above the table to eat, “A’m innocent.”

“Since when,” Gaz grumbled. You spread your fingers a little and another soft sound left Gaz, who intensely stared at his tea while Soap was grinning like a madman. His hand tightened a little more around the wrist yet you slid it further up.

“Leave the poor man be, Bunny,” Price said, sipping his own tea,“I’m the one who gotta deal with his horny ass before sparring.”

“Oi, that’s nae fun,” Soap grumbled but you snickered and pulled your hand back, even though Gaz wasn’t much to let you go.

[ the 141 fun group chat]

[Soap added Bunny to the chat.]

Soap : welcome bun bun, send all ye nudes in here 🥰

Gaz : Focus on the bloody meeting, Johnny 💀

Soap : nooo

Bunny : you gotta ask nice before I send you any nudes 😊 you haven’t even touched me yet

Ghost : Johnny you bastard show her a good time at least 

Soap : excuse me mister stalking, nobody asked you

Bunny : that’s Lt. Stalker, Soap

Soap : don’t encourage him, bonnie

Price : at least pretend to look interested in this meeting, soldiers 

You were in your room, sipping coffee that you just made, scrolling on your phone, looking at art supplies. You finally had the money and the time to do painting, so you couldn’t see why not.

It hadn’t been awkward today, not like you had feared. A part of you had been convinced that when Price disappeared early this morning, kissing your cheek, you would go back to everyone pretending you weren’t here to help them get off. 

Leaving Gaz with a boner in the mess hall had proved the fact that things had changed. Soap had been grinning like a mad man but you saw how Gaz’ hand slid under the table to touch Soap’s crotch - so you suspected Gaz hadn’t been the only one to walk out of there with an erection. At least you could leave without one, your panties were just wet.

You were in the middle of adding more paint to your basket, when it knocked on the door. You got up, walking over there with a quick spring in your step, opening the door to see a grinning Soap.

“Thought you were in a meeting,” you said, before opening the door to let him step in. The taller man sat down on your bed, leaning back a little to indiscreetly take you in as you closed the door. 

“Yeah, I was. Got thrown out, distracting th’ others,” he said, almost proudly as you smiled but sat down next to him.

“Like a school boy sent out from the classroom,” you commented, making him laugh.

“Captain’s gonna beat me ass later,” he snickered, making you laugh too, “ ye deserve a reward, though.”

“Oh I do?” You asked innocently, making him smirk.

“Ye lass,” a soft hand on your chin tilted your face even closer to his, “ye ken ye do. What dae ye want, bonnie?”

You didn’t waste much time, leaning forward and Soap was only too happy to kiss you back, his hands instantly wandering while you eagerly climbed into his lap, not breaking the kiss.

You made out a little, unable to help yourself from rutting a little against his cock that you could feel, even with both of your pants on.

“Feckin’ hell,” Soap muttered against your lips, grabbing your ass happily, squeezing and rutting up against your pussy, “been thinkin’ bout this all day.”

You whimpered, letting him pull you into another deep kiss. You were so wet it felt ridiculous, your hands pulling at his shirt.

“Soap,” you whine,”off with your clothes.” 

“Cannae, bonnie,” he groaned, kissing down your neck, “got trainin’ the moment they’re out the fucking meetin’.”

A disappointed sound left you and he moved back to look up at you.

“Doesn’t mean I dinnae have time to get ye off, Bunny.”

With a promise that he would fuck you when he wasn’t in a hurry and had all the time in the world to show you a good time, you were happy to let him get you off with his mouth and fingers.

Pushed back on the bed, with a couple of pillows at your back so you could watch him, he unceremoniously pulled your sweatpants off together with your panties, moving you legs to rest on his shoulders - and then he bloody winked at you.

While Price has been a man on a mission, knowing exactly what his plan was, well Soap was just chaos being let free. He was sloppy and loud, the wet sounds leaving his mouth and your pussy making your toes curl - but it was so fucking good despite the chaos of it. In fact the chaotic, unpredictable moves were wonderful, because one moment he was licking and sucking like he had been thirsty for thirty years and the next he was sucking, licking and nipping at your clit making you squirm beneath him.

The moment he got his fingers involved too? Well, you were in some kind of erotic sexual dream that you were very much enjoying. Overwhelmed, two of his fingers fucking your pussy with great confidence, curling them a little to just find that right spot - doubled with his mouth sucking on your clit? Well, you came embarrassingly fast, much to his enjoyment.

“That’s it, Bunny, that’s it,” he growled as you moaned and twisted, moving your arm to hide your face in your elbow - earning a quick unexpected slap to your pussy, “dinnae hide ye face, Bunny!”

He licked your juices from your pussy and his fingers like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, barely giving you a break before his fingers were thrusting inside you again.

“Soapsoapsoap-“ you cried out, twisting as his fingers fucked you perfectly, legs tensing over his shoulder, overwhelmed after just coming, yet it still felt so perfect.

“C’mon lass, ‘nother one, gimme,” he demanded sharply before spitting down on your pussy, moving to lick it up and pressing tongue against your clit, the third finger sliding inside you. You couldn’t help yourself, one of your hands moving down to grap a hold of that mohawk of his, so that you could get it just like you wanted it.

You cried out loud again, coming once more on his fingers and tongue, Soap almost moaning as loudly as you did. 

“Pussy grippin’ me fingers like a vice, bonnie,” he praised, continuing to fuck you slowly, letting you ride the wave of pleasure until you pawed helplessly at his hand and your own hand let go of his hair too.

“Such a good girl,” he praised gently, kissing your inner thigh, “could watch ye all day, Bunny, figure out what makes ye feel gud.”

You whimpered at the words, gasping as he licked at your pussy once more, your thighs tightening around his head, making him chuckle.

“Sorry flowah, couldn’t help myself.”

You moved your legs, taking a hold of his shirt and pulling him up to you, kissing him hard. Tasting your own juices on his tongue, making him groan into your mouth. His tongue playing with yours for a moment.

Then you tugged at him some more, maneuvering so he laid down and you crawled backwards till your face was just above his cock.

“Can I suck you off, Sergeant MacTavish?” You asked teasingly, watching how Soap’s eyes darkened, a small groan leaving him.

“Christ, Bunny - yes yes, always!”

You wasted no time going to work, struggling a little with his belt until he helped you, pulling down his pants and underwear.

“Fuck,” you hissed at the sight of his cock, making him smirk.

“‘Nother time, lass,” he promised, his hand sliding down to caress your face. You kissed his hand shyly, before leaning down to lick a stripe up along his cock, making him gasp. His cock was just a little above average, cut and with nicely trimmed pubes, a small curve upwards.

Just as your tongue ran along the head of his cock, a buzzing sound from his phone and a ping sound from your own distracted you. The group chat you were in.

“Fucking hell, the meetin’ is probably over,” he hissed, “lass ye gotta-“

He didn’t get any further because you got the gist: hurry up. So you took his cock into your mouth, letting it slide further in, right to the back of your throat - you did your best to relax, letting it slide just a little more. Soap was moaning, his own hand sliding into your hair, along the roots for a moment before taking a grip.

“Bunny,” he moaned, “Fuckfuckfuck!”

You began to move up and down, a little slowly at first, wary about your gag reflex, slurping around him and sucking, making him mewl and buck a little beneath you. A small choking sound left at the bucking up but it wasn’t bad.

You didn’t know each other's bodies fully yet, but you got into a rhythm pretty quickly and you were happy to let yourself be guided by Soap. His needy moans, whimpers and words you didn’t quite understand but you can the gist. You were both too distracted and turned on to care about the vibrations and sounds from your respective phones, which meant there were more messages.

When he reached his peak he pulled out, spit and precum dripping from your mouth as you dutifully opened it and stuck your tongue out.

He came with an almost silent moan, cum splattering across your face, some hitting your tongue, while others drops hit your nose, eyebrow and cheek.

“Dinnae move, dinnae move,” he panted, quick fingers picking up his phone.

A happy grin as he asked if he could take a picture- when you gave him a small nod, he did, taking several. Then he abandoned the phone on the bed, leaning forward to kiss you.

“Such a good lass,” he cooed, making your knees weak, as his tongue then ran along your cheek, licking off some of his own cum. 

You kissed again, only to be distracted as another message ticked in.

“Ye know, I was s’posed to stay outside the door of th’ office”, He muttered, making you laugh. He dried off another drop of cum with his finger.

“You better get going then, Soap,” you pointed out and he gave you a little peck more on the lips before getting up.

You offered him a wet wipe to clean himself up with, watching him pull up his pants - boy did he have a nice ass, with one nice bite mark on one of the cheeks - while you cleaned off your face.

He leant down kissing you again, until you smacked his chest.

“Get your ass going,” you chided, watching him grin and turn around by the door to wink at you.

“See ye later, Bunny.”

“See you, Soap.” You answered happily, pleased and sated. Your coffee was cold by now, but you didn’t mind.

[ the 141 fun group chat]

Gaz : are you still outside the door soap 

Gaz: soap?

[ two minutes later]

Ghost : Soap, position, now

[one minute later]

Price : you better be outside that fucking door, boy or you’ll regret it

[three minutes later]

Price : where. Are. You?

Soap : sorry sir, coming now :))

Soap : [attaches a photo of you, cum dripping down your face, with your mouth open and tongue down.]

Soap : got distracted 

Ghost : bloody hell

Price : get your ass over here now

Bunny : I didn’t know he wasn’t allowed to leave outside the door, I’m innocent 

Gaz : Augh I can’t be mad at you

Gaz : besides you look very pretty in that picture 😉

Bunny : you think so?☺️

Price : we all do, pet

Soap : much prettier in real life 😘

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It was as if your time with Price had spread like a little wildfire - not that the taskforce was that big, but it definitely broke some of the tension. Teasing Gaz at the morning table the other day had also helped. Apparently Gaz hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that - because when you stepped into the common room to make some coffee, the other man was on you. It wasn’t an intense kind of attack, in truth you would barely call it an attack - more of a softly spoken offer that you were given, his warm hands gentle. Voice tempting, offering you pleasure that you had hungered for. It instantly made your cunt wet, your own hands moving over his chest and shoulder, whimpering out small “please, Gaz!”

Which was how you ended up here, on the couch in the common room.

Gaz was kissing you gently, so sweet and soft in comparison to Soap the other day. His hands running over your body, taking a hold of the hem of your T-shirt, pulling carefully as if you were fragile. As if you were something to protect and worship, which somehow made you feel even more needy. He was slow, clearly wanting to take his time.

“ Kyle ,” you whimpered, hoping to get his proper attention, nervous even though you were incredibly turned on at the same time, letting him pull your t-shirt off, “this is the- the common room.”

“Mmhmm,” Gaz agreed in a hum, barely distracted from his little mission, crawling back a little so that he could leave small kisses along your collarbone and then along you breasts, down beneath them and at your upper stomach, before he finally tilted his head up a little to look at you, “and what’s your point?”

“Somebody-somebody could walk in,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up at the words. A part of you were scared of getting caught, the other so incredibly turned on by the thought. Despite being into semi-public things and open to public sex, you hadn’t actually tried it a lot.

“They could, yes ,” he mused, a smirk growing on his face as he raised an eyebrow,“doesn’t that turn you on, Bunny?”

“I - uhm, yes, but-“ 

“It’s only the 141 who comes in here,” he pointed out, giving your collarbone a little kiss again, then dragging his tongue along it, leaving a wet spit tail on it, “except if you decide to scream bloody murder, hm? Then others might peek in.”

It wasn’t said as if he considered it something bad and you felt yourself blush at the thought of someone walking into the room, because of your moans.

“You’re assumin’ you can make me scream, Gaz-” You pointed out, which only made Gaz grin, teeth exposed, as if he wanted you to dare him.

You huffed, licking your bottom lip, before adding “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice turning a little softer again and he gave your sides a little squeeze, making you whine, your hands moving to pull at his shirt to get him to take it off too.

He obliged and sat up to do so, his knees at each side of your body - then he leant down, kissing the top of your chest, before tugging at and moving your legs a little, so that they were on each side of his hips. The couch in the common room wasn’t giant, but neither of you were falling off so far. Besides it brought your crotches closer against each other, which made you let out a little whine. You moved your hands to run down along his stomach. His dark skin was soft, older and newer scars scattered here and there. 

“You’re pretty,” you muttered as you looked up at him, making him smile before letting out an amused huff. He even looked a little shy and oh, wasn’t that a cute look on him.

“That’s my line , Bunny,” he pointed out, grinning as he leant down to kiss your lips again. Hands sliding down to grab your breasts. He squeezed them for a moment, before running his hands down your stomach, sending shivers through your body.

“Gaz,” you pouted.

“Yes, dear?”

“Hurry up!”

“We’re not in a hurry.” he argued calmly, as if he was on a little mission, though the smile on his face exposed his amusement. His fingers tugged at your skirt, running along the hem before finding the zipper.

“Don’t need to take it off,” you pointed out, since you could just pull it up to expose your pussy, but Gaz still pulled down the zipper before gently helping you to get it off.

“I want to see all of you, darling,” he pointed out, “if one of the others walk in here, they gotta see how nice your body is, how desperate you are for this.”
You let out a dramatic huff but still moved your hips and legs, helping to get the skirt off. Finally, the skirt being abandoned on the floor next to the couch, he sat up on his knees, gently holding your legs, just looking at you.

You were only in your dark purple panties and bra now, feeling the cool air of the room. His hands played with the sides of your panties gently, letting out a pleased sigh. His eyes looking at you, taking you in as if you were an art piece he was going to enjoy, well it made you squirm a little, pussy wet beneath the thin panties. You were pretty sure that he could see a wet spot on them.

He still wore his pants, seemingly content with wearing them even though his cock was clearly hard beneath them, pressing against the seams. He was truly taking his time and you couldn’t help but move things along a little.

One of your hands reached out to touch his crotch, earning you a soft sigh.

“Gonna fuck you so nicely,” he muttered, catching your hand and gently pushing it out of his way, making you whine. Gaz shushed you gently, moving to open and pull out his belt, licking his lips never having broken eye contact with you. “Do I need to tie you up, Bunny?” He asked, holding up the belt and you swallowed hard, pussy throbbing a little at the idea.

You shook your head, moving your hand to rest on your own stomach.

“I’ll behave,” you promised, since you wanted to be able to touch him. He just winked and grinned, opening his pants and pulling them down to expose his boxers - but he didn’t pull the pants off fully. His hands moved, grabbing a hold of your thighs, raising your upper body a little without you having to do a thing - and really, the fact that they all just easily do that, shouldn’t really turn you so much on.

His clothed erection was pushed against your cunt, still covered by the thin pair of panties, yet the simple friction made both of you moan softly. You pulled him a little closer with your legs, pressing your core against his bulge, letting out a little desperate mewl.

“ Bunny~ ”

You weren’t even sure if he said your name as a warning or  as an encouragement, but the delicious friction was too good to stop. Besides, he began to move too, hands moving to grab onto your hips, so that he could grind harder against your core. 

“Bunny, fuck,” He muttered darkly, looking down were your bodies moved against each other, “you’re so fucking soaked.”

Your gaze flickered down and yes, you were in fact soaked, managing to leave a little wet spot onto his gray boxers, from your cunt - despite the panties. 

“Want you s’ badly,” you whined and a soft cursed left him, “Kyyle.”

It was like using his proper name edged him on a little, his fingers moving to take a hold of your panties instead, pulling them off and you released your grip with your legs, so that he would be able to pull them off fully. 

“Bra off,” he commanded and you were quick to do so, doing so with eased practice, pulling it off while he freed you from your panties.

Before you say anything, he was running his fingers along your labia, making you gasp and spreading your legs a little more, a much too needy and desperate sound leaving you. You would be embarrassed, hadn’t Gaz been smiling wildly. 

“That’s a little loud, isn’t it?” he teased and you felt your face head up, making him chuckle. His fingers pressed a little against your pussy, sliding closer to the heat, getting slightly sticky from your wetness. 

“Such a pretty pussy, though,” He mused, “Should be writin’ poems about it, shouldn’t I?”

“ca-ah- Can you do that afterwards?” You asked needily and Gaz snickered, leaning down to kiss you, resting his free hand on the couch next to your face.

It was like he was caging you in, but in a nice way, in a safe kind of way. Your legs were still keeping him close, making sure he couldn’t pull fully away, your lips soon distracted as he kissed them.

Now so close you could touch him too, hold onto his shoulder, fingers dipping slightly into his back as two fingers pushed into your pussy. You moaned into the kiss, his fingers bending ever so slightly inside of you. You were so wet that you were afraid you would get your juices on the couch when he pulled them out again, before pushing them back in. You relaxed the best you could, arms around his neck and soon you began to move your hips back against them a little too.

He broke the kiss suddenly though, moving to kiss your neck before you could complain, then he kissed the top of your left breast, your eyes following every movement and he tipped his head up a little, looking back at you as he licked over your nipple. You opened your mouth to say something but every thought left your mind as he bent his fingers just the right way inside of you, rubbing against a perfect spot, instead making you cry out.

You had to bite down on your hand gently to keep down your sounds, which Gaz apparently just took as a challenge, since he began to lick and suck at your breast, his finger moving faster in and out of you.

He was moaning into your skin licking all over your chest as you mewled his name and he slipped a third finger into you, making sure you were stretched.

“Fuckfuckffuck, Gaz, Gaz-” You could barely think straight, legs tensing and toes curling, “want you, fuck, Gaz.”

“Yeah - yeahyeah, you’ll get me pretty girl, hm?” 

Even though that was what you had wanted, a disappointed whine still left you as he pulled his fingers out - hushing you gently, before pressing his lips against yours and then oh.

Gaz pushed into you slowly, his cockhead stretching your pussy a little despite the preparation. It wasn’t much, but more like a warm burn but you didn’t mind it one bit as he slowly pushed fully inside you.

Your foreheads were pressed together, your mouth open but no sound came out while Gaz was softly panting, your breaths meeting. He was a little longer than you had expected but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling. Somehow you weren’t the first one to break the silence.

“Bunny,” his voice almost made him sound like he was in pain, but he did his best to stay still, oh so still, only leaning down to kiss your cheek, then you jaw, then your lips, “Fuck Bunny, you’re so fuckin’ tight around me.”

“Gaz,” You managed to whisper, overwhelmed with how great it felt. Even if anyone walked in on you now, you didn’t fucking care. You could vaguely hear people pass once again out in the hallway, but all of your attention was on Gaz, not to mention his cock inside your pussy - and how he was doing his absolute best to stay still. Ever a gentleman. This close you could see his pretty eyelashes, the small sweat drop running down his forehead.

“Please move,” you whispered and he followed your request instantly, gasping as he pulled out a little and he might have cursed a little, but you didn’t notice, the feeling overwhelming, especially as he pushed inside again. 

The rhythm you found together wasn’t fast. It wasn’t really about that. You were muttering about how beautiful he looked, kissing the bridge of his nose and above an eyebrow, while he moaned softly, ever so softly, leaving small wet kisses and gentle bites behind. 

A small mantra of “ah-ah”s left you with each of his thrusts, holding onto his back with your hands, letting your nails sink into his muscles, moving your legs to cross your ankles behind his back as he slowly began to increase the speed.

Gasping and whimpering into each other’s mouths, your nails digging into his back while his fingers dug into your hip and ass. Your lower body was raised so he could thrust into you harder, faster. The sound of your skin colliding, the wet sound from your pussy as he pulled and thrust into it, the gentle creaking of the couch beneath you. 

Despite the increasing speed and intensity, there was still something sweet about this. Something needy, from the both of you. Maybe the two of you both needed this, something sweet like this, without anything wild involved. If one was to ignore the fact that you were in the task force 141’s common room.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, overtaking your body with pleasure as you tightened around Gaz’s cock, nails creating crescent shaped marks in his skin. You came with a loud high pitched moan that you only managed to cut off halfway, while he groaned and moaned, hiding his face in your neck as he then chased his own orgasm, muttering your name and soft curses you couldn’t recognize - feeling so overwhelmingly wonderful that even breathing felt like a challenge. Somehow the feeling of his deeper, harder last couple of thrusts, with his moans in your neck, forced another little orgasm from you - and he toppled over that edge with you, coming inside of you.

Neither of you moved for a solid minute, in a small bliss of euphoria. One of your hands gently caressed his back after a little while, making him let out a loud relaxed sigh. 

“Fuck, Bunny,” he muttered, almost sounding tired.

“You just did,” you pointed out in a snicker, earning yourself an annoyed groan.

Half an hour later, you were still in the common room with him, cleaned up but not redressed. Oh no. Because Gaz had another request for you.

Your own T-shirt was being used as a blindfold, which was nerve racking, because it also meant it wasn’t hiding your chest. Not much was really. 

You vaguely remembered cockwarming being on Gaz’ top 5 kinks and yes, it truly was. He was still on the couch, with you in his lap, though he was watching the television and you were just a cock sleeve, keeping him warm. Besides the humiliation aspect, it was quite nice. You were tense the first couple of minutes, squirming now and again, Gaz having to keep your hips still and press a kiss against your ear before whispering, “I’m watching my show, settle down.” 

Easy for him to say, he didn’t have a dick up his ass. And he wasn’t naked, in fact he had redressed while you had been denied your own clothes. He had been gracious enough to put a blanket over you when you complained over the cold of the room. You had your back to the television that you couldn’t watch anyways because of the blindfold, resting in his lap, dick inside you, head on his shoulder, arms resting on the back of the couch. 

To be honest, you were still getting used to this whole “sit on my cock but don’t move, don’t tense around me” - concept. It wasn’t new to you, you just hadn’t done it for a while. You were not quite zoning out, but you were definitely calming down quite a bit - just enjoying the feeling of Gaz’ cock inside you, the feeling of his chest rising, your bare nipples against his t-shirt, his hands resting on your hips beneath the blanket.

Just as you felt like your legs were made of jelly, the sound of the door opening made you tense and woke up. Gaz’s hands tighten his grip on your hips, not giving you the opportunity to get up but you stayed tense, listening as the door closed again. With the blindfold you couldn’t see who entered or if they even entered and –

The sound of a lighter flickering on and then a deep chuckle made you untense a little.

“What a pretty pair of doves,” Price mused out loud after taking a drag of his cigar, “Havin’ a good time?”

“Yes, sir,” Gaz answered, seemingly tipping his head to look over at Price. You moved your hands, wanting to see him too, the blanket falling down from your shoulders, making you whine and grab it behind you - when one of Gaz’s hands caught your wrist.

“Leave it,” he demanded in a dark whisper, making you whimper. Then he moved his hips again and you realized Price was much closer, when you could suddenly smell the smoke of the cigar and the cologne. You could hear the wet sounds of them kissing, right next to you, but you couldn’t see it and it made you squirm and tighten a little around Gaz - who let out a moan, but then gave your ass a little slap. 

“Settle down,” he demanded softly again.

“You’re makin’ out over my shoulder,” you argued using your best begging voice, “I wanna see.”

“Cockwarmers don’t need to see, do they, pet?” Price asked, one of his fingers touching your exposed back, following your spine down before removing it again. You felt the couch dip next to you. “Now, what are we watching?”

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They had gone on their first mission two days after that, which had sent your mind into anxiety land, even though you had been expecting it too. You had been warned of it, you had talked to the therapist that all of the bb-group spoke to. Hell, you had discussed it in the group chat on different occasions.

Bee: my group just left on a mission 😌 time to wash all of my sheets and redecorate the entire room

Bailey: hahaha pls don’t remind me, I need new bed sheets too 

Blue: I make them clean mine 🤷‍♀️ their cum, their laundry 

Bunny: of course you do, blue 

Bunny: for how long are they gone Bee?

Bee: a week, lol. But I needed a break anyways 

Badger: damn mine are leaving Thursday 

Bailey: oh you poor poor darlings

Blue: come visit me then 

Bee : I’m redecorating my room not redirecting myself to your room 

Blue: Augh my feelings 

Bailey: since when do you have feelings 🥰

Blue: since Bunny melted my heart by saying I had a pretty smile

Badger: valid 

Bunny: oh you charmerrrr

Bailey: my group is goin on a trip, show me empathy 

Blue: poor girly

Bee: oh nooo

Badger: oh god no, not empathy 

Bunny: they’ll be back soon, but awww

Blue: wait when are they coming back

Bailey: is that important 

Bunny: yes

Bailey: …

Bee: ??

Bunny: you told me, tell them

Blue: yeah bc i give out pity and empathy according to the time rate

Bailey: …. Tomorrow.

Blue: I retract my poor girly

Bunny: I’ll give you a poor girly then, Bailey

Badger: that’s not even 24 hours 

Bailey: my pussy already misses them

Badger: omg now mine are tripping too!!

Bee: wait are you getting high

Bee: without me

Badger: what?? No 

Bunny: I think he means they’re going on a mission/trip

Bailey: I got super confused for a moment 

Blue: wait are we allowed to get high??

Bunny: no

Bee: no (yes❤️)

Bailey: idk don’t care

Badger: no

Blue: hm inconclusive test results 

Bunny: try again later

Despite this, despite knowing it would happen to you sooner or later, you’re still worried when your little task force eventually has to go on a mission too.

“We’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart,” Price said with a smile, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. You weren’t there to worry about them you supposed, you weren’t their housewife, but still. You smiled the best you could at Price, trying to prove that you weren’t worried or upset that they were leaving - it was their job after all. But you weren’t used to this aspect of their everyday life, the fact that they could suddenly go on a mission that could essentially kill them.

Gaz and Soap both hugged you and Gaz sneaked in a quick kiss, telling you to behave while they were gone. It wasn’t as if you had plans to take over the base while they were gone anyways, but you promised it nonetheless. You turned on your heel, definitely not planning to go hide in your room, but you let out a yelp as a person was right behind you.

Or well not a person. A behemoth of a man, with gear on that made him not just look like a ghost, but a demon.

Ghost stood there with crossed arms, looking down at you for just a moment, while you just stood frozen, looking up at him. You swallow before letting out a small “uhm. Have… fun? Stay… safe?”

If looks could kill, you would probably have died a while ago, but Ghost didn’t move for another second. Then he moved around you, leaving while grumbling something you couldn’t hear.

The first day alone had been odd. There were people around you on the base, everywhere even but you didn’t really speak to any of them. It wasn’t quite loveliness, it was just… odd. You felt malplaced at the base, without anything specific to do. It was different from the first couple of days, because then you could at least talk to the others.

So, you messaged back and forth with some of your BB friends, before cleaning your room. Then you reorganized some of the closets in it, putting lube and sex toys in other places, making room for more. 

Finally your room was clean.

A day had barely passed.

So, you actually did what you had gotten yourself into debt over, art. It was nice to be able to do it without having to overthink about it. How it won’t pay your bills or so. But that didn’t matter now, not with this job. You could just… actually have a good time. Enjoy painting.

So, you did. You painted and when the layers had to dry, you found one of the books you had brought along when you arrived here. Got some apps on your iPad to watch shows on.

It suddenly was as if you blinked and you got a message that the task force was landing soon.

They were back after three days, all tired and stinking of sweat, blood and gunpowder but none of them had gotten hurt.

“Missed us?” Ghost growled out while passing you, making you huff and turn to watch him as he just continued down the hallway.

“Might have.” You just yelled after him.

The day afterwards you weren’t really expecting much company. You had eaten breakfast with Soap and Price, the rest enjoying the fact that they could sleep in - you had settled down in your room afterwards. Since you were out of the color of paint you needed, you had decided to watch a bit of your show instead while absentmindedly playing with your rubik's cube. 

When it knocked on the door and you let out an “it’s open,” you barely managed to sit up before Soap was inside, casually closing the door behind him.

“Hi Soap-“ you greeted, moving to pause the spy show running on your iPad but Soap just waved his hand in your direction.

“Nah, Bonnie, keep watching.” He said, instead settling down in your chair at the desk with a deep sigh. He was carrying a small bowl with what seemed like grapes. Picking up one, throwing it up in the air and catching it with his mouth.

“Am I supposed to praise your grape eating skills?” You asked, tipping your head to the side as you watched him and he finally looked back at you, grinning.

“Bonnie, ye are just suppos’d to keep playin’ with ye puzzle and watching yer show.” He answered with a shrug but he didn’t do anything else than lean a little back in the chair. “I just wan’ hang out with ye.”

He picked up his phone, looking at it. You huffed but laid back down again, on your stomach. You were wearing a green shirt and a pair of leggings so it was quite a casual look, since you hadn’t expected anything or anyone today. A pillow beneath your chest so you could sit and play with the cube without having to keep yourself upright. A minute passed and Soap said nothing, just looked at his phone and ate grapes. Perhaps he really just wanted to hang out. You picked up the cube again, fingers running along the colors before you looked back at your screen.

Minutes passed and you relaxed again, watching the spies on your show try to once again, fight the evil villain of the week.

“Bunny?” His voice was gentle and you noted how he barely looked up from his phone as your eyes flickered from the screen to over at him.

“Yes?” You answered, looking back at the screen then.

“You’re into CNC right?”

You looked at him, tipping your head to the side.

“What’s yer safeword?”

You froze, head slowly turning to look over at him again with a raised eyebrow.

“Yellow for pause, red for full stop.”

“Gud lass.” He said, looking up at you with a smile before down at his phone again.

“Why, Soap? What are you playing at?”

“Me? Ach, lass, just ‘ere tae help.” His voice was casual and he ate another one of his grapes.

You laid quietly for a moment, not even following along in the show anymore, your mind rushing through possibilities. You had hoped Soap would elaborate but he was just looking at you with a grin, like a cat knowing he would be served the cream.

“So what am I supposed to do then?” You asked instead, licking your lips.

“Continue tae watch yer show and do ye wee puzzle,” he answered, then he was silent for a second before adding, “turn ‘em away. Fight him. Ghost likes a struggle.”

The last four words sent shivers up your spine, adrenaline rising.

“A struggle?” You repeat, feeling your face heat up, pressing your thighs against each other. 

“Ye, Bonnie, a struggle. He won’t stop until ye safeword, got it?”

You nodded.

“Verbal, lass.”

“If I want him to stop I use my safeword,” you repeat in a whisper, already much more turned on that you could describe.

“Gud lass.”

Suddenly you felt too hot in your clothes, cunt throbbed at the idea of Ghost coming in here, liking a struggle and Soa-

You squinted a little and your attention was back at Soap.

“So why are you here? To warn me?”

Soap huffed, almost seeming slightly insulted.

“Aw, Bunny. I’m ‘ere because… well, tae make sure ye are both safe. Tae see what happens. Ghost can control himself, dinnae worrie but…” he leans forwards, giving a dark smirk, his eyes a little darker than before , “I like to watch him lose control. ”

He goes back to looking at his phone as if he had just casually talked about the weather.

“Should I tell him tae feck off?” He then asked gently, looking up, his gaze meeting yours. Letting you know you don’t have to.

“No,” you whispered after a moment, your pussy wet already wet and aching to be touched, “he can come in.” 

Soap smiled, nodding, writing down some more on his phone, “anythin’ off the table for today?”

You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head.

“No, I’m all good.”

“Nice, thank ye Bonnie.”

“When will he be here?”

“Augh, where is the fun if aye tell ye?”

You pouted at Soap hoping it would help you get your way but the Scot merely laughed.

“Feck off and focus on ye show, Bonnie.”

“Yessir,” you grumbled but returned to the show.

Despite skipping backwards in the show to see what you had missed while essentially being told CnC would happen, you had a hard time concentrating for the first ten minutes.

After twenty however, you’re more relaxed, turning the different sides of the rubik's cube to make the colors fit, before turning it again. 

You almost fall into some sort of trap, lured into a false sense of security that it wouldn’t happen anyway, when the door opened. The hero in the show was in trouble and you hadn’t seen this episode before, so you were genuinely distracted. So following the encouragement from Soap to not seem interested wasn’t that hard.

The door barely made a noise, Ghost himself didn’t even greet you, it was only as he turned the lock that you realized someone had entered the room. You looked at him, for just barely a second before looking away again, attention back to your show.

“Hi Ghost,” you muttered absentmindedly, watching the hero in your show try to build weapons out of nothing, while your hands continued to twist at the cube in the same pace as before. Pretending you weren’t already on edge from him entering. Turn him away, Soap had said, he likes a struggle.

Despite your quick glance at him, you had noticed he wore one of his balaclavas and not the usual full skull. There had been dark paint around his eyes, but it was still different than usual and you weren’t sure whether it excited you or made you a little nervous.

A hand slid down your back, distracting you from the show for a moment but you barely got to react before you felt the bed dip around you. You blinked, looking over your shoulder.

Ghost was behind you, on his knees, one on each side of your body, not putting any weight on you, merely looking down at you silently. With a gaze that you couldn’t describe as anything but hungry . 

He was in a fully black outfit, tight black shirt, gloves, his military pants even looking a little dirty - and he was wearing boots in your light bed sheets. It made you frown, slightly annoyed without having to pretend to be. There would be dirt in your bed. 

“Is the Bunny busy?” He asked darkly, tipping his head to the side and you swallowed hard, before rolling your eyes, making sure he saw it and looking back at your iPad, the Rubik’s cube in your hand turning a little. Turning him away.

“Yes, I am,” you said, in a way confirming you wanted to play, before adding “- and don’t wear your dirty shoes in my bed.”

An arm reached over your shoulder and a finger pushed the pause button on the screen, making you blink before you swatted the hand away, not even trying to be gentle.

“I’m watching that, Ghost,” you said, trying to hide the fact that you feel like a prey lying beneath a  predator and telling it to behave. It was a question of time before one of you snapped, you knew that. You both knew that. That was a part of the excitement, a part of the reason that you felt your pussy clench.

You were caught off guard when hands grabbed a hold of the collar of your shirt and before you could even blink, you heard and felt the fabric being torn apart at your back. Brain barely registered it for a good second, before a gloved hand opened the back of your bra without any problem.

“Hey whay the fuck!” You grunted and you tried to move around, but at once he lowered himself onto you, essentially pressing you into the bed with his weight, but you continued to squirm, “you dickhead, I like that shirt!”

“Shut it,” Ghost snapped darkly, as if you were the one in the wrong for speaking against him. Besides, your words didn’t help. They only made him rip it again and you put the cube down, trying to wriggle free, the Ipad still playing in front of you - then he moved without hesitation to rest a knee at your lower back, keeping you pressed down as he then swept the iPad down from the bed. The show stopped at once. There is silence in the room for a second. You were pretty sure even Soap held his breath. And then it was as if a small switch turned off in your brain, actual anger appearing.

“You can’t just fucking ruin my iPad!” You snarled and without a second hesitation you picked up your Rubik’s cube and threw it at him - which he easily catched, looking at it in his hand for a moment, before looking down at you. It’s thrown to the floor too.

You received a slap at the side of your head.

“Behave slut,” he said almost calmly, “I need to fuck you.”

“And I need to you to fuck off! Seriously, what the fuck Ghost!”

He ripped at your shirt again and then his knee was off, your body easily manhandled as you were turned around to lay on your back. 

“Isn’t that why you’re here, hm?” He asked darkly, pressing his hand over your mouth, seemingly annoyed with your voice, “to be a whore for us? To spread your legs whenever the fuck we wa-fuck!”

He ripped his finger from your mouth and you felt a rush of pride for making him swear. If he didn’t want you to bite it, he shouldn’t have more or less offered the finger to you.

“You little bitch,” he hissed darkly beneath the balaclava, before ripping off your shirt and bra in one movement, the fabric of the sleeves of the shirt tearing, even though you tried to stop him. The fight felt useless, he held you down easily while you tried to fight, trying to claw at his arm as it held you down while he pulled off the poor remains of your shirt.

Without a second thought, you slap him. Hard. Across the cheek. Soap chuckled but you barely noticed it.

If you thought it was silent in the room before it was nothing like now. Ghost didn’t quite look stunned, he just looked… pissed. Fuck. A part of you almost wanted to apologize but after two seconds passed, Ghost moved so quickly that you didn’t have the opportunity to.

His hand grabbed your throat and then he dragged you up by it, so that your faces were close, your hands immediately grabbing onto his wrist. You were almost sitting upright on the bed now, him holding your weight so easily, brought so close to his face that you could almost feel his breath through his mask, so close you were sure you could just reach out and check if his cheek you had slapped was warm. Your heart was in your throat, said throat that he was currently holding up. 

“So you wanna be a little bitch, huh?” He asked in a dark, eerily calm voice.

“Si-simon,” you tried but you were cut off as his hand tightened, cutting off a little of your air, making you twitch and claw a little at his arm.

He raised his free hand and touched your cheek, the same side of the face that you had just smacked and despite him not saying anything, you knew it was deliberate. You’re unsure what the Lieutenant is going to do, but it only made it hotter; you could feel the heat between your thighs, feel the way your cunt was dripping, already ashamed that he was going to find out. See how much this fucked up shit made you wet, made you horny for him, how you wanted more despite the fear curling along your ribs. The hold around your neck tightened, but you were pretty sure you could break it if you actually wanted, actually tried - but you didn’t. He tapped his hand against your cheek a couple of times, before loosening his grip, letting you take a big gulp of air - and then he slapped you, a high pitched sound of pain leaving you. Sure, the gloves he wore took a little off the sting and he wasn’t slapping you that hard, but it was just as much the surprise of it. Then he clapped your cheek a couple of times before slapping it again, harder than before , quicker. It made your cunt pulse, mouth opening and gasping, as he just continued to slap you, changing between small almost weak ones that just felt humiliating, felt like they were making fun of you - then sharper ones, so quick you first realized they had happened after you heard the sound. “I’ll treat you like a bitch then, Bunny.”

You tried to gasp out his name, but it was cut off with a slap each time, your fingers tightening around his arm that still held your upper body upright, your legs helpless beneath him. Tears filling your eyes, desperate small sounds leaving you as you tried to hide your cheek beneath one of your hands, Soap chuckling behind you. For a moment you had forgotten you weren’t alone, and the humiliation of knowing that Soap was watching, seeing what Ghost did to you, how you didn’t fight it properly, well, it was overwhelming, yet it made your cunt clench around nothing. Your panties would be soaked by the time Ghost even got to them and you blamed the slaps on your face on the blush.

I like to watch him lose control. Soap was just as big of a pervert as you two.

Your hand was ripped away and another slap hit your cheek making you cry out as you instantly tried to hide your cheek again - and then you were thrown down on the bed, with an annoyed grunt from Ghost.

You received a slap on one of your tits making you shriek and Soap laugh as you instantly tried to turn around and wiggle free.

Without hesitation Ghost quickly pulled off his gloves before then slapping your face again, as you cried out.

“Shut up whore,” he snarled, “we both know you like it.”

With a sharp grip on your shoulders, Ghost forced you over on your stomach and moved down, ripping down your legging, making you whimper as you heard that fabric being ruined too.

“Brute,” you snapped, trying to sit up on your arms but you fell down again as he slapped your ass hard . Much harder than he had hit you before. A loud shrilling sound leaving you.

“Shut the fuck up, I said,” he snarled, “or the whole base will know whats happening.” The words made your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you, crying out as another hard slap was delivered.

“Maybe that’s what you want, huh?” Slap. You could barely focus. Slap. “want the whole base to know how perverted you are, Bunny? How you get off on this - being treated like this?”

His fingers ran over your asshole making you clench for a moment and then along your outer labia.

“Oh yeah,” he darkly muttered, “you’re getting off on this, aren’t ya’ Bunny?”

“Sh-shut up,” you whined, but you couldn’t help but grind a little against the fingers. 

“You’re so desperate,” he continued before removing his fingers, taking a hold of your hips and then pulling your back against him. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt his erection, the feeling of the pants making you shake a little, the cock beneath hard and big. He rutted against your wet pussy a couple of times and you forgot about everything, the bulge making you feel like you were losing your mind.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he warned, making you whimper and close your eyes as you hid your face in the sheets, the feeling of the rough material touching both your pussy but also rubbing against your ass cheeks were overwhelming to say the least. You had no control over the situation; you could bite and claw as much as you wanted, but in the end Ghost would always win. He would always be stronger and faster, would be able to manhandle you and just take and oh, how it made you press back against his bulge.

“So desperate,” he mused, pulling you even harder back, “C’mon then pet, show me how you touch yourself.”

You found yourself shaking your head before you could even think about the choice. It was as if the sound from the slap on your ass almost echoed, a small sound even leaving Soap.

“It wasn’t an offer.”

“I’m not - not g’nna,” you argued and he huffed before unceremoniously moving his hands, pressing you forward a little, plunging a finger into your pussy. You let out a surprised cry.

“Can you even feel that?” he asked and you couldn’t even answer, you doubted he even wanted an answer, embarrassed with how he could easily slide a second finger in next to the first.

Ghost moved shortly - one hand resting on top of your head, keeping you pressed down against the bed, the other hand fucking your pussy mercilessly.

No matter how much you whined, trembled and cried, he merely fucked you with his thick fingers, so much thicker than your own, stretching you out. Pulling out once and again to rub his wet fingers against your clit, making you shake and squirm, toes curling and-

“Please -pleaseplease Ghost, please,” You couldn’t help yourself from begging, not even sure what you wanted. 

“So desperate,” Soap commented from the office chair and you whined, having forgotten he was even here.

“A desperate whore,” Ghost agreed darkly, “You’re fuckin’ drippin, Bunny. So desperate to be treated badly, huh?”

“Ngn, no no- just please, Ghost -”

A third finger plunged into you and Ghost began fucking you harder with his hand, each thrust loud as you cried and moaned.

“Come for me,” he demanded darkly, “now, Bunny.”

“Nonononono, want your AH want your cock ah-”

“Negative,” he snarled, “come now, comecomecomecome-”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ the words left you without your own control, your upper half pressed into the bed, held down by Ghost’s strong hand, he fucked you with his hand, making you lose your mind.

The sound that left you were bordering on a scream, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he mercilessly continued to fuck you - and then he pressed in a fourth finger, stretching you even more. You wailed, moving to paw desperately at his fingers to make him let go, to make him stop fucking you and you heard both men laugh, but you barely cared. He finally pulled his hand out, fingers wet as they grabbed your hip and you were once again manhandled as if you were nothing but a puppet. On your back, legs forced on each side of him, exposed your wet and puffy cunt fully to him. You just managed to blink and focus before he moved again.

He pulled out his cock and holy fucking sh-

“No,” you blurted, eyes going from his dick to his face and then back before you began to squirm, “that’s not going to fit.” You couldn’t take your eyes off his dick. It was longer and thicker than any of the others’, hell it would rearrange your organs if you didn’t watch out. Did you even have a dildo or other sex-toy this size? You doubted it.

“I assure you, it will, pet.” Ghost said darkly, pressing you a little harder down onto the bed with the hand around your neck, the other taking a hold at the root of his hard cock, a bit of precum dripping from the head as he then tapped it against your exposed wet pussy. There was an almost wet, squelch-like sound from the act and it made you both embarrassed and horrified. 

“No.” You hissed, “It won’t fuckin’ fit!”

“It will, because I say it will,” Ghost snarled back, eyes only looking at your pussy, “ I’ll make it fit. ”

He pushed it against your pussy, using one hand to guide it and oh, fuck, you could barely look, barely look as the head of the cock pushed into your cunt.

“fuuck,” he moaned, “it’s like you pussy is sucking me in, darling~”

“nghhhnm Ghost aah-”

“ssssh,” he shushed, running his free hand along your leg before forcing your legs further apart, “just shut up for once.”

“I ca-ah-i cant, I-”

“ssh, yes you can, Bunny,” he insisted darkly, pushing in just a little more, making your breath cut off - the stretch making you want to drool. Out of instinct you spread your legs a little more yourself, trying to accommodate the big member trying to fill you up.

“good girl,” Ghost muttered, his free hand moving to swirl around your clit and oh .

“Make ‘er cum again, Lt.” Soap whispered, the sound of him touching himself properly now was audible, making you close your eyes. You hid your face in the crook of your elbow, the other hand grabbing the sheets as if they were your lifeline. You had never had anything like this inside of you and he wasn’t even that far.

“Not yet, Johnny,” Ghost answered darkly and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or upset by the answer.

He pulled out a little and then thrusted inside again, catching you off guard and making you wail, his fingers pressing against your clit a little harder.

“See puppet, you can take it,” He said, sliding a little further in than before, but you didn’t stop hiding your face in your elbow, almost as if to hide yourself but also to hide the world around you.

Ghost continued that pattern for a little while - thrusting in and out gently, almost assaulting your clit, before pushing in further than before.

“Look, Bunny,” Soap commented, “you could do it - dinnae need tae be so dramatic.”

You dared to look up from behind your elbow - just to see Ghost look you in the eye, before thrust the last couple of inches into you, making you scream out loud. 

It was so overwhelming you thought you were going to die. What a gravestone that would be - dead by pleasure. Killed by a giant cock.

Because fuck, it was so big you could see it in your stomach, which you only noticed as Ghost pressed his hand a little down on the bulge. You felt like you were stuck in some sort of wild sexual dream.

You were fully naked, being fucked by a fully dressed Ghost, with his mask tipped up over his nose, exposing his scarred skin. Hell, he wasn’t even fucking you, he had just pushed fully into you. Rearranged your organs.

How were you ever supposed to get used to this? It would be impossible, it-

You moaned wantonly as he pulled out a little and then pushed inside again, not taking his eyes off you and you forgot to hide your face, instead seeing how the cock disappeared into your body once more.

He licked two of his fingers before using them to rub against your clit. You had already come not too long ago and it was too much, making you paw at his hand, while he hushed you as if you were being the unreasonable one.

At least he removed his hand from your clit, but instead he caught your wrists, pressing them against the bed above you. Leant over you a little more now, it was like he was pushed just a tad deeper. 

Ghost began pulling out a little and thrusting in harder, starting a slow rhythm that you were convinced were going to kill you. He tilted his hips just a little more and fuck, that was the good spot, when he did it from just that angle it was like seeing heaven.

You could hear Ghost and Soap talk, hear them moan and groan but you couldn’t hear the words, couldn’t process them. You were so full, you were pretty sure you had never been full like this before. It was overwhelming but wonderful in a way you were unable to describe. His pace quickened, your sounds doing so as well, getting louder.  He mouthed at your neck, delivering small bites, pressing your wrists down onto the bed, his other hand grabbing your thigh, no doubt leaving bruises there as well. Or, at least you hoped so.

He fucked you hard, making you whimper and squirm in his grip.

“You’re so loud,” he snarled into your ear, biting your flip for just a moment before continuing, “so desperate for it, huh? You’re so wet for me. Whore.”

You let out a strained moan at the words, unable to answer but it seemingly didn’t matter to him. his thrusts becoming even harder, making the bed rock a little, Soap moaning louder in the background – 

You screamed, an orgasm rushing through you, that made Ghost growl at you to shut the fuck up, but you couldn’t register it properly. He continued to fuck you, even harder than before, not giving you a pause to recover or caring if you were oversensitive.

“Sto-stop, Ghost it’s too much,” you whined, hands tugging at the sheets, trying to get away, the overstimulation overwhelming, making you shake, the other hand moving to weakly press against his chest “too much! AH! Too much!”

“C’mon, one more, you can give me one more,” Ghost commanded mercilessly and you cried, tipping your head back to look over at Soap - who was casually watching, stroking himself in his sweatpants as if this was a nice porn he had found on the web. Clearly close to coming too, if the way his cock was dripping was anything to go by.

“Soaaap,” you whined desperately, hoping he would rescue you and it made the other man chuckle but he didn’t move an inch to help you.

“Oh no, lass, ye ain’t gettin’ help from me.” 

You mewled out in despair, letting out another gasp and then an almost choking like sound as you came again, tensing and shaking around Ghost who groaned while he thrusted into you again. Your orgasm made your body tense and cramp, made your pussy tighten around his cock so hard that it made him groan out loud and curse.

He came suddenly and hard, both hands digging into your hips to leave finger shaped bruises while he leant forward to bite down on your neck. You felt his teeth sink into your skin and it made you sob. Oversensitive and in pain, but also feeling so fucking good that you couldn’t breathe properly.

Tears and drool were mixing on the bed, as you cried and moaned. It felt so overwhelmingly good, you could barely feel your legs. He kept rutting into you as he forced out the last couple of drops of semen inside you, like an animal desperate to make sure its cum would take.

A couple of seconds passed, both of you panting hard.

Then he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. You were gasping for air, fully out of breath and you could feel the warm cum begin to drip out. Big fingers ran along your pussy, scooping up some of the cum and pressing it into your pussy again, making you whimper.

“Sssh, such a good girl,” Ghost praised, his touch much more gentle, “such a good girl for me, thank you sweet thing.” 

You felt sweaty and used, some of your hair sticking to your forehead, your legs feeling like jello, making you unsure you would ever walk again.

The next couple of minutes became a blur. Ghost and Soap praised you and gently touched you, both of them, calling you a good girl - or well, Soap called you a sweet lass, telling you how hot it was, how hard he had come, watching you. How perfect you had been for Ghost, how lucky they were to have you.

You were cleaned with gentle movements, the wet wipes cold against your sweaty skin. Almost unable to speak as the two men took care of you, cleaned you up, getting you to drink a little water - Soap even managed to get you to eat a few grapes.

Then they moved to cuddle you, Ghost giving you his shirt to wear, pulling a blanket up over you so you wouldn’t get cold. Soft kisses were scattered all over by the two of them as they gently cuddled you, with you in the middle, being taken care off.

When you opened your door the next day, to go get breakfast in the hall with the others, there was a box outside it.

As you opened it, there was a little note on top of the contents that made you smile.

Sorry I broke them, thank you for a nice time

- Ghost

Inside there was a new shirt and pair of leggings that you were pretty sure were identical to the ones Ghost had ripped off you. Beneath those however, was a box with a brand new ipad - the newest edition too. 

You gave Ghost a kiss on the cheek, on top of the balaclava, as you sat down to eat in the hall, a small chuckle leaving the man.

Chapter Text

“Train?” You repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Captain Price answered calmly, taking a sip of his tea, “surely you have heard of that concept.”

Soap snickered and you gave him a stink eye for a moment. He still looked amused.

Train… you ? Why ?

“What kind of training?” You asked, twirling your spoon for your cornflakes in your hand, licking your lips, doing your best to give Price your ‘fuck me’-eyes. “I know a few ways of workin’ out, especially without —“

“No.” 

You pouted. “You don’t even know what I was going to suggest,” you pointed out.

“We all do, puppet,” Ghost said calmly from the sideline.

“Nobody called you, emo boy.” You answered.

“But ye called out ‘is name a lot of times the other day,” Soap remarks, “if I remember correctly—“

“Cut it.” Price demands. You felt yourself blushing since you were in public - yet you, Gaz and Soap still snicker. “I’m talking about fighting. Sparring .”

“Fighting?” You repeat, eyes flickering over everyone at the table, all the professional trained soldiers in the task force, “with you guys ??”

“No, with baby Jesus,” Gaz muttered sarcastically and you shot him an angry look. He just winked at you.

“Yes. With us. We will teach you.”

“That would be unnecessary to even begin doing.”

“How come?”

“Because I’m not here to go out and fight, I’m literally—“ you cut yourself off, lowering your voice as you were still in the mess hall, eating breakfast, “we all know I’m here to help y’all relax .”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Soap commented, “ye do got pretty legs, especially when ye spread ‘em.”

“—and those legs should know how to kick too,” Price said, voice a little firmer.

“I don’t want to,” you point out, hoping they will accept it. Like a child, refusing to do the dishes.

“Are you refusing to follow your captain’s orders?” Price then asked, leaning forwards, voice going a little deeper. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Are you technically even my captain? I…No sir,” you ended up whispering, Price’s look hard.

“ Good . Eat up, change clothes and meet us at the training mats.”

You pouted, stabbing your cornflakes a little with your spoon. They were getting soggy.

“Cheer up, Bunny,” Ghost said, though there was more amusement than care in his voice, “you get to tossed around by us. Bet that turns you on, eh?”

“Pervert,” you accuse, a bit of cornflakes in your mouth. As if you weren’t a pervert yourself but you couldn’t really figure out if the embarrassment of getting your ass kick was worth the horniness.

“Always,” Ghost said in his rough voice, winking at you.

“Don’t worry bunny. We will play nice.” Gaz said in a comforting manner.

“Speak for yourself,” Ghost answered darkly.

“You’re literally all giants,” you muttered, squinting at the men, “I’m gonna become one big bruise and not in a fun way.”

“Being small isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Gaz said, ever the hero, “you can use it to your advantage.”

“I’m a barracks bunny,” you say, speaking with food in your mouth, grinning as it clearly annoys Price, “I’m literally called Bunny . I’m not here to fight. I’m here to fuck or be fucked.”

You landed on the mat with a grunt. Why were you here again? It felt disgusting beneath you, making you wonder when it was last cleaned. Did this place have a cleaning crew? Did the medical staff have a special Bunny part? Because this, this wasn’t fun.

This wasn’t even that hot as you had hoped - well watching them fight was , they were hot as fuck when they fought, but them taking you down within 5 seconds were only fun the first 10 times. The following 10, not so much.

“Again,” Price commanded and you let out a deep dramatic displeased sound, looking over at him, as he stood there all dominant and with crossed arms. In a T-shirt that looked too tight but in a way that made his arms look even bigg— “Get up, Bunny.”

“I’m just going to end up here again, you know,” you pointed out, but as Soap offered his hand, the one he had just used to get you down there, you still took it. A small sound left you as you got up again.

“I don’t see why-“

“We’ve been over this. Now. Soap is coming towards you - what do you do?”

He meant in a dangerous way, in a serious situation yet you couldn’t help yourself - maybe flirting was truly your way out of this.

“Get on my knees,” you cooed at Soap who was grinning as he stood a couple of steps from you, slightly looking at you like you were a prey, “maybe open my-“

“Shut it and focus, Bunny,” Price said with a harsher tone. You licked your lips, looking over at him before looking back at Soap.

You wore a pair of running shorts that sat tightly to your skin, stopping mid thigh, as well as a T-shirt with your sports bra beneath. You hadn’t really packed to be joining the sparring sessions.

“Alright alright. I try to dodge him.”

“I’m quicker, bonnie lass,” Soap pointed out, “ye ha’e tae be pure quick then.”

“I am quick,” you said, “besides wha-“ you never finished your sentence letting out a surprised yell as Soap had tackled you.

You grunted as you connected with the floor once again, blinking at what just happened. Again. The mats beneath you still stank of sweat. You could hear Gaz snicker, even a deep laugh from Ghost.

“Clearly nae quick enough, eh?” Soap said, straddling your hips. 

“That’s not fair - I wasn’t ready,” you point out.

“If you’re in danger your opponent isn’t goin’ to wait til you’re ready, is he, muppet?” Price asked. You huffed. Soap was still on top of you.

“You know Soap, I have a strap on that you could probably rid-“

“Bunny!” Price snapped. You felt yourself get a little wet from the tone, which you knew wasn’t the intention. But honestly, Price like this? Hot and angry? Papa sent thrills thro-

Soap got off you and pulled you up again.

“My legs, bonnie lass,” Soap said, tapping your forehead with a finger, “if ye can’t dodge, take me down somehow.”

“You’re bigger than me.”

“Not a bad thing,” Ghost called from the bench, “use that against ‘em.”

“I would rather be used his di-“

“Bunny!”

“Sorry sir!”

There was apparently a correct way to hit. A correct way to kick. Which, really, who decided that it was the right way?

You were sweating and you were tired as the training went on. You had learned to kick and hit, at least learned the very basics. In all honesty, you felt incredibly lost; you had signed up to be fucked, not to be fucked up by sparing.

“C’mon Bunny,” Ghost said into your ear and you his hot breath even through the balaclava. He was literally behind you, pressed up against you - or were you against him? - with a strong grip around you and an arm around your neck. He could literally choke you out or just straight up break your neck. Which was unnecessarily hot.

“Break free from me.”

You struggled in his grip, but did you really want to get free? You could smell him, his musk and the cigarettes that you had found out he sneaked out to smoke half the time, you could feel him. His muscles, both in his chest, his arms and hands - and you could also very much feel the bulge against your ass. He had you in a hard grip, a serious one, yet your mind couldn’t help but wander.

“What if I don’t wanna?” You argued, but let out a whine as he twisted you a little and your hands grabbed onto his arm around your neck, digging into the skin; feeling the faint outline of scars and veins.

“Minx,” he cooed into your ear, as your eyes met Price’s, who did not look pleased, “what if I choke you out, eh? Slowly kill you.”

“Kinky,” you gasped as he tightened his grip, beginning to cut out some of your air, “I would - fuck, Ghost!”

“C’mon break free,” he said darkly, daringly, clearly wanting you to at least try, “break free little Bunny.”

Your nails dug slightly into the arm as you began to twist, feeling your pussy grow wetter - but you began to squirm, until you tried fighting him. Twisting in his grip, trying to elbow him - he took some of your hits, told you to keep going but you were pretty sure he was letting you hit him.

“C’mon Bunny,” he said, as you twisted around, “c’mon break free.”

You could feel yourself need more and more air and you knew you could tap out. Instead you muttered out, in your most seducing voice you could muster, despite the lack of air “ please fuck me, Ghost ,” pressing your ass against his bulge, rolling your hips letting out a desperate, “need you,”

He let you go, laughing. You huffed and then let out a yelp as he swatted your ass. Technically you got free of him as you argued with Price afterwards, both Soap and Gaz amused - and turned on.

Finally you were dismissed, told to be at Price’s office in two hours exactly.

You happily left the men, returning to your room to take a shower and get all the sweat washed off - and try to forget the lack of fighting skills, as you moisturized afterwards, looking in your mirror, already knowing you would get bruises from falling onto the mats repeatedly.

Theories for kicking and punching. You huffed. You weren’t really a violent person, which was ironic, given the fact you ran around with a special task force, you were aware.

You redressed in a dress, knowing you were going to Price later - hoping he would like it, the idea of him eating you out once more, tipping up the dress and getting his mouth of you, well it made you feel all hot and bothered - and you hadn’t even touched yourself.

The A-line dress was dark blue and simple, tight at the top and loose from just beneath your ribcage, thin straps at your shoulders but didn’t show too much cleavage. It stopped right above your knee and really, it was the perfect dress to not wear a pair of panties beneath. There were tiny daisies on the fabric, a little thin white lace around the hem at the bottom. It screamed sweet and innocent - or at least slightly. You didn’t know what Price wanted to speak about but you did know you were horny.

Your hair was hanging freely, slightly framing your face and you put on mascara, foregoing everything else - you didn’t bother. Besides, they had seen you more without makeup than with at this point. Didn’t mean you didn’t like to dress up but still.

You checked your phone and let out a little sound - jumping into the first pair of ballerinas you could spot, leaving your room with hurried steps so as to not be late.

“Come in.”

You stepped in and oh my , he was so fucking hot without barely trying. You closed the door behind you, not taking your eyes off him.

“Close the door,” he said after breathing out the smoke from the cigar. Him smoking that should really not be attractive- not a lot of people could pull off smoking cigars in your opinion but Price was definitely one of those who were able to. Same went for his stupid hat. Somehow he managed to pull that shit off too.

“Lock it.”

The command was simple, though his voice was calm it was also clearly a command. You dutifully locked it, using a lot of your energy to not grin.

As you turned around he left the cigar at the silver ashtray on his desk, blowing out the smoke as he turned to look at you again; like a dragon, filled with dark flames that would eat up the lamb that just stepped into its den, swallow it whole or use it for its hoard.

“Here,” he said, pointing in front of him, keeping his commands straight and simple right now making you lick your lips.

“What exactly are we—“

“I said here. ” His finger was still pointing at the spot in front of him and you huffed, but stepped over to him, stopping right in front of him, looking up - he had had a bath too or—

His movements were so quickly you barely managed to take a breath before you were pressed against the cold wood of the desk, a surprised cry leaving you. You blinked at the sound of metal clicking - realising after another second that you were handcuffed behind your back. Where did Price even get the handcuffs from? Did he have them on him ?

“Price what th—“

A gasp escaped you instead of the next words as your face was smooched harder against the wood. 

“Have you forgotten how to follow orders?”

You blinked at his questions.

“What?”

“I said,” he leant over you a little, eyes dark as he looked down at you, but you weren’t even sure it was in a good way, “have. you. forgotten. how. to. follow. orders?” 

You swallowed hard, the tone doing two things; turning you on even more yet scaring the shit out of you.

“N-no sir.” You managed after a breath.

“Then how come you don’t do it, hm?” He asked, one hand pressing your face down against the table, as the other slid down along your back, following the path of the spine. “Have I been too lenient, hm? Given you too much leash, makin’ you believe you can get away with disrespecting’ me, questioning me and my orders?”

You had to swallow again. You knew he was into discipline yet right now you felt like a student being called out for misbehaving from the principal and it made you both turned on and ashamed. You felt his hand follow along your dress. You squirmed a little beneath him, tugging at the handcuffs that didn’t budge.

“I - I-“

“Speak. Up.” At each of the words he pressed down more for a second.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered, eyes flickering up to try to watch him the best you could from the position you were in. Your right cheek was pressed against the wood rather harshly.

“Nah, think you’re just apologizing because you’re in trouble Bunny,” he said darkly, “you’re no soldier, not trained to follow orders - but pet...”

He leant down even further, his face close to yours now, his breath warm on the cheek that wasn’t pressed against the wood, smelling of cigar and dominance; of power and danger.

“When I give ya’ an order,” his voice was deepening and getting closer to a whisper, “you follow it otherwise you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes-“

“Yes, what .”

“Yes sir.”

“ Captain .”

“Ye-yes Captain.” You felt like your tongue was too big in your mouth, your heart trying to hammer its way out of your chest. You might as well be dripping with wetness from how turned on you felt. 

“Good girl,” and fuck , you clenched your pussy, the urge to try to get off so giant but you knew now was not the time, “but you won’t get out of this one. You need to be taught some discipline, don’t ya?”

“Ca-captai-“ you tried, but he shushed you, letting go of your head, giving it a small pat.

“No moving, got it? Your cheek stays on that table or I swear to god, you won’t be able to sit for a week, luv.”

You let out a whine.

“What are you going to-“ you stopped as he pulled up your dress, letting it bunch at your back. Exposing your ass, as well as your panties - yes you put panties on, look at you behaving - however, Price unceremoniously pulled those down, letting them pool at your feet.

“Pri-“

“Shush. Color?”

You swallowed.

“Green,” you answered truthfully, toes curling.

His hands touched your ass gently, running over your cheeks. If he dipped down just a little further, he would be able to feel your wet pussy.

“Good girl. Say yellow if you need a pause or to tap out, yes? Or red if we need to stop fully.”

“Yes, Captain.” You answered dutifully, biting your lip.

“Good.”

That was all the warning you got before he raised a hand and delivered a sharp spank. It made you whimper out loud, surprised by the sting.

Two more spanks followed, just as well laid down, at your cheeks. The last one was a little lower, making you think about how you would feel this whenever you sat down tomorrow - as if your poor ass hadn’t been through enough with being kicked at the training.

“Stop thinking so much,” he demanded sharply, “stop feeling bad for yourself.”

A god dang mind reader.

“Captain,” you whined, but that only earned you three more spanks in a row, a yelp leaving you at each one of them. At the last one you squirmed a little, trying to relieve your ass in some way, the edge of the table digging slightly into your hips.

“What did you do?” He asked before slapping each one of your cheeks. Blushing at your reactions, at how he wanted you to confess.

You were apparently too slow to answer, a couple of more slaps hitting your ass, your skin beginning to burn.

“Hurts,” you mewled miserably, because it did.

“It’s supposed to,” he stated darkly, “it’s a punishment, stupid girl.” 

You closed your eyes at the demeaning words, letting out a cry at each slap that followed.

“What did you do?”

“I - I misbehaved,” you felt tears threatening to spill over, “I - I ignored your commands.”

“Yes, you did. Too busy flirting and complaining,” he said, slapping your ass once, much harder than before, a miserable cry leaving you.

“Daddy!” You cried out in pain afterwards, toes curling in your shoes as you squirmed, your legs moving, “it hurts I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

“It better hurt,” he snapped darkly, “daddy isn’t supposed to be nice when disciplining you!”

You finally broke, beginning to cry, tears falling from your eyes, over the bridge of your nose and down onto the wood of the table.

More slaps.

“Stop stop,” you whined miserably, trying to move your cuffed hands to hide your cheeks, but he moved them up again, leaning over you, his pants against your abused skin. You could feel his cock press against your ass, even though it was hidden beneath the rough fabric. 

“Do you need to safeword?” He asked. You let out a little pathetic sob.

“I said, do you need to safeword? ” 

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“Tell me Bunny, safeword if you need to.”

“N-no, green,” you cried, finally as you knew you were able to continue, but the way your ass was burning were far from comfortable- at the same time you felt your pussy almost drip with pleasure and need, “it hurts daddy!”

“It’s supposed to,” he answered, before licking a stripe along your neck as you whimpered, “a little whore like you needs discipline.”

You couldn’t help but sob more. The word whore making your pussy throb.

You cried out as he grinded against your body.

“You’re dripping,” he hissed, “you’re gonna leave a wet spot on daddy’s pants.”

The idea was too hot to handle. You squirmed, trying to get more friction, tugging on the handcuffs.

“Please please, daddy, I’ll beh- ah- have, I’ll follow your commands when, ah, when we spar again, I’ll beaah ah a good girl,” you promised with small hiccups, moans and sobs in between words.

“You better,” he snarled, voice dark, his breath warm against the wet stripe along your neck, “or daddy will spank you again. Got it?”

“I understand, I do, ‘m sorry daddy!”

“Good girly,” he purred before pushing himself off you again - only to spank you again, making you cry out, desperately shaking your head, unknowingly moving your head like you weren’t allowed to, but you felt feral in a way you couldn’t explain.

“No more no more no nonono-“ you cried, legs twitching and kicking a little, “daddy daddy I’m sorry, daddy daddy!”

“Face down,” he growled, “take the last five like a good girl, Bunny.”

“Nononono, daddy no I -“

“ Now. ”

His voice didn’t suggest it being a choice - you knew you could safeword, but you didn’t want to, the pain so delicious, almost licking up along your spine. It was as if you barely needed much, before you would be able to cum.

The last five strikes were harder than all of the ones before. It made you scream and sob. If someone had passed his office, you’re sure they would either be worried or figure out what was happening pretty quickly from you calling him daddy.

Strong hands pulled you up to your feet, Price close to your body, rubbing slightly against it, crying as he hushed and cooed at you, one of his hands taking a hold of the dress to keep it up, the other sliding to your bare pussy, your panties still around your ankles.

He wasted no time, sliding two fingers into your wet core, making you cry out, this time for pleasure, his rough palm pressing against your clit as he started fucking you on them, unceremoniously and meanly, the wet sounds deafening in your ears.

“Such a good girl, c’mon darlin’, deserve to come, come on my fingers sweetheart,” he cooed into your ear before pressing kisses to your neck, “good girl good girl, come come, come for daddy!”

A whimpered out “daddy” left you as you finally came around his two thick fingers, juices spilling down them, overwhelming you. 

“Such a good girl, Bunny,” he sweetly murmured to you, removing his hands and you were relieved he wasn’t going to force another orgasm out of you, instead gently kissing your neck until the wet fingers pressed against your lips. You dutifully opened your mouth, letting them slide in and you sucked them clean with small puffs of air. He retracted them after a moment and a couple of seconds later the handcuffs were gone.

You mewled with a needy tone and Price gently helped you turn around, kissing you sweetly. Your now free hands took a hold of his shirt so as to not let him go. He smiled into the kiss, gently kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Look at you, my sweet girl, Bunny,” he purred, “took your first punishment so nicely.”

You hiccuped and sniffled a little.

“‘M sorry daddy,” you apologised once more.

“Hush, darling no more,” he sweetly said, leaning forward to kiss you gently, “it’s all forgotten now, yeah? All okay again.”

“M’kay,” you managed, sniffling again.

You felt his cock still pressed against your body and your pussy clenched.

“Want - want help with that?” You asked, looking down.

“Mmh - mayb—“

He was caught off by knocking on the door.

“Sir,” Gaz‘s voice called out, gently pushing down the door handle, “uh—“

You sniffled, letting go of Price’s shirt and bent down to pull up your panties, only to be stopped by Price. “Nope, take those off.”

He opened the lock as you stepped out of the door and then let Gaz in, as you stood with them for a moment - you were convinced you looked like a mess, hair messy and with puffy eyes and - oh god, probably mascara running down your cheeks too. You desperately tried to dry them off with the back of your hand, giving Gaz a little smile as he looked between you and Captain Price, a grin forming on his face.

“Well, I was about to ask if you had seen Bunny,” Gaz mused, “but I see that you have.”

“Sure have,” Price agreed, looking over at you, before stretching his arms out towards you, “give me those, please.”

You felt yourself blush as you gave Price the panties, that were still a little wet from when you had been wearing them when turned on.

“You can’t take all of them,” you muttered shyly and Price raised an eyebrow.

“Are you questioning my—“

“No, Captain !” You were quick to reply and Price laughed. 

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you watch while Gaz is a good boy and sucks me off, hm? Then he can take care of you afterwards, I’m sure.”

“I would love to,” Gaz answered, still smiling and you couldn’t help but smile too, “gotta impress bunny with my lack of gag reflex.”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered blushing at the idea, already imagining fucking him with a strap on, “you’re all horny bastards.”

You had watched Gaz indeed suck Price off without any struggle, clearly without a gag reflex, only choking when Price cut off his air.

You couldn’t help but touch yourself too while doing so, fingers sneaking beneath your dress to sink into your already puffy used cunt.

You didn’t sit down, funnily enough, instead leaning against the desk, watching them. Price jerked Gaz off afterwards, leaned over the table, sucking on your fingers with your recent orgasm as he came. Price helped the two of you clean up with wet wipes before sending you two on your way.

“Make sure to get some cream on her ass,” Price said with a grin, before giving you a swat making you wail, unable to hold back giving him a little slap on the arm, making him laugh.

Gaz pulled you back to your room, taking care of you while Price returned to taking care of his paperwork.

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They left for another mission and this time you knew to get busy yourself while they were gone. You were still nervous of course, especially when they were gone longer than planned.

So, you read. Did art. Worked out - even trained your kicking and punching, look at you go. They would be proud. You watched all of Derry girls. 

Cleaned the common room that the 141 had from top to bottom, going through all the tea and finding the ones that had passed the date, wrote down the kind before tossing it out. Then you ordered a new batch of it.

You sorted all of your socks, matching each one into the proper pair.

You practiced drawing hands.

Then you color sorted all of the sex toys you had been given when you got here first.

You went through all your markers, testing which worked and which didn’t.

You color sorted all your paints, using too much time discussing with yourself when a green crosses the border to being a blue.

The other BBs and you had almost daily chats or phone calls - discussing everything from books to their current sexual fantasies.

A week and a half had passed. Nothing. You hated how lonely you felt. How you ate alone in the mess, people leaving you alone since they knew who you were. Or well, they at least knew you were around 141. That apparently kept most people in check.

You wore clothes they had borrowed you whenever you could, read through old messages in their group chat.

You had finished two paintings already, unsure of what even to start on next. Or what even to do with them. You couldn’t just keep making paintings. You would run out of space eventually.

You got a call from Laswell the day after, excitement going through your body the moment you saw her name on your screen - only to be disappointed.

“I’m sorry, Bunny,” she said, noise in the background, “it’s - it’s messy okay.”

“No no, it’s fine I - is everyone okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry honey, everyone is fine, just grumpy. But a week max, okay? Then we’ll be back.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good - I will call you when we have an ETA.”

Another week. At maximum . You laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“They’ll be home before you know it,” Bee pointed out over the phone, a softness to their voice that you recognised might come from pity. Sometimes group calls were easier than texting.

“I know,” you muttered, “I just. Ugh. Don’t know what to do and I’m lonely and horny.”

“Awwe, poor Bunny,” Badger cooed, his voice a little glitchy, since he was outside, “you can always entertain yourself!”

“I’ve masturbated for several days,” you answered, “if I keep doing that I’ll get a permanent cramp in my fingers.”

You could hear Blue and Bailey giggle. You were silent for a moment then snickered yourself.

“Sextoys exist, darling,” Bailey pointed out, “didn’t you get a bunch when you moved in? I got a whole package filled to the brim.”

“Yeah I did.”

“Tried all of it yet?” Bee asked.

“Uhm no,” you answered, “I mean-“

“This is the perfect time then!” Blue pointed out all excited, and you were sure he would have been wagging his tail had he had one.

“I guess-“ you mused, looking over at the closet where they were, “I guess I do have the time now.”

“Hell yeah!” Bailey said.

“Make a top 10, please,” Bee added, glee in their voice.

“Will do,” you promised.

So it was. Getting through an entire sex toy collection that you hadn’t chosen yourself was quite the adventure. 

Strapons and such were put aside for later discovery - your toes curled with excitement at the idea of using it on one of your men. Holding onto their hips, their legs spread while they looked up at you and… you were so goddamn horny.

Your sex-toys adventure took a couple of days. Dildos of different sizes were accepted, except one that was too soft for your liking. You hadn’t had anal before so you felt silly as you waited with it, wanting them to be there when you tried out plugs, anal beads and such. Besides, if you didn’t like them, they might.

Vibrators, nipple clamps, magic wands, grinders, so many different kinds of things to create pain with. You watched so incredibly many porns those few days, following and paying for several onlyfans accounts. 

It wasn’t the same like having somebody touch you, having skin touching yours, breaths to make your skin tingle, tongues to make your toes curl as they licked perfect places.

You concluded that yes, you could indeed still get yourself off without problem even though you missed the men and that you wanted to ask for a sex swing or something in your room. At least just the right things so they could be put up without a great fuss. Some hooks, perhaps. Maybe a matching cuff and collar set - you had seen some different kinds in videos and you really doubted they would have something against you having a collar with a small tag saying “ belongs to 141” on it. Even if only to wear when she was together with them. 

It was five days into the week and you might just have gotten yourself off, but really you were lonely and horny and you had found some pornstars that had really pretty hands - when the phone rang.

Laswell.

Two hours later you were waiting excitedly at the doors, almost jumping in place with excitement as the plane landed.

There were medical staff waiting next to you and when you had looked nervous, the staff had assured you it was just procedure - and since the task force had a habit of refusing to get checked out instantly, the staff tended to catch them as soon as they were out of the plane.

The moment they stepped out it was like your heart beat faster for a moment; there they were, all in uniforms and various looks on their face, of anger, tiredness or what seemed like relief.

The first one to get out and get close was Soap, who despite the medical staff’s attempt, went straight to you, kissing your forehead and pulling you into a hug. He was dirty, smelling of sweat and gunpowder yet you didn’t care, inhaling his scent as you hid your face in his neck.

“Hi Soap,” you whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

“Heya Bunny,” he greeted before pulling back with a small boyish expression on his face, “missed us, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you didn’t bother hiding it behind a sassy answer, “a lot.”

“Mm missed ye too,” he answered, opening his mouth but you didn’t let him continue instead pushing him towards the medical staff.

“Get checked out!” You demanded, making him huff with amusement.

“Ye’re sae demandin’ bonnie lass,” he pointed out but he still dutifully went. 

You greeted all of them, but also made sure they all went to medical to go checked out - even Gaz despite his whinings. 

“Just want you, Bunny,” he had cooed into your ear, inappropriately nipping at your jaw and ear while the medics pretended not to look, “I can feel you real’ quick baby, make you fee–”

“Nope pretty boy,” you answered, gently clapping him on the cheek, “Afterwards - I’ll be in my room.”

About twenty minutes later, Price turned up as the first one, redressed and with still damp hair, a smile on his lips as he opened the door.

“And here I thought Soap would be the first,” you said, getting on your feet to meet Price halfways, arms sliding around him. You let out a soft sound as he pulled you closer, bodies pressed together and you pressed your lips against his with a pleased sigh. It was like the loneliness that had overwhelmed you the last couple of days finally slipped away, leaving you needy for them - not even sexually, just… to be close to them.

“The muppet hid a knife cut beneath his pants,” Price explained as you pulled apart and he kissed your cheek, then forehead, “He will be ‘ere soon and –”

Price’s voice died out and you looked up at his face as he grinned; as if he had caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to and you looked over your shoulder to try to figure out what it was. Only to see a dildo and bullet vibrator on the bedside table - the sight making you blush. The dildo was around 3 inches and not really that thick.

“All of ours are bigger, aren’t they?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, still blushing.

“Yeah,” you just say, “I’m just uh - going through the collection.”

“Oh?” He looked down at you again, a hand gliding along your cheek, gently stroking it, “Missed us that much, huh?”

You nodded, because honestly yes you had missed them - you were afraid you were going to spill over with how much if you spoke, afraid you would admit to how the loneliness had eaten at your mind, making you do stupid shit like sorting socks, color sorting your sextoys, going through the groupchat several times. How you had worried.

“Need the real thing,” You instead answered, kissing his neck - and the hand on your cheek slid up into your hair, taking a hold and tipping your head back, before he pressed his lips against yours - kissing you hard.

You had worn a nice skirt, high stockings that were hidden by the skirt and a tight t-shirt but it hadn’t really mattered, because Price was pawing at it instantly, barely patient enough to use the zipper on the skirt - so you helped him, poor man, pulling off the t-shirt while he opened the skirt and pulled it down. Only to stop, his big hands coming to rest on your hips, taking in the lace with an almost hungry gaze.

“Wore that just for us, Bunny?” He asked darkly, eyes meeting yours and you grinned, nodding.

“Like it, captain?”

A growl left him and then you were being pushed back onto the bed, Price instantly leaning over you, running his hands over your lingerie. The dark blue bra that was so see-through that your nipples were barely hidden, the garterbelt that held onto your stockings and you had been smart enough to put your panties over them, so that you wouldn’t have to take off the garters to get fucked.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” He growled, unashamedly running his hand over your still clothed pussy, the lace soft against your skin, “I want to ruin you.”

“Please do,” you couldn’t help but whine, “please, Price –”

“Sshh,” He cooed, leaning down to kiss your chest, just beneath your collarbones, “We gotta save the set so that the others can see it too, hm? It would be rude of me to rip it off before they get a chance.”

You couldn’t help but mewl as he kissed down your stomach, then along the hem of the panties. “I don’t care,” You argued, “I got other sets – aah!”

He unceremoniously pushed the fabric covering your cunt to the side, sliding his finger into your hole, making you moan out. 

“You’re already a little loose, Bunny,” There was a mocking tone to his voice, “did you fuck yourself on your little sex toy earlier?” 

You could feel yourself nod while blushing, hands moving to hold onto his shirt so that he would move away, “Tw-two hours ago or so.”

A small moan left him and he slid another finger in, making you whine, darkly remarking “At some point you’re gonna show me, Bunny - not now, missed you and your sweet pussy too much.”

Only a short moment later you were on your back in the bed, Price eating you out like a starving man, your hands digging into his hair, whimpering. His hands dug into your soft thighs, beard tickling your sensitive skin, growling and slurping sounds leaving him as he barely even tried to contain them.

It knocked on the door and you patted at his head to make him pull back but he didn’t instead just giving your thigh a slap that made you cry out - then there was the sound of the code being entered on the keylock at the door - just a second later a freshly washed Gaz stepped in, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, two butterfly band aids above one eyebrow.

“Enjoying yourself, Bunny?” he asked with a grin, closing the door and you didn’t get to answer, Price sucking hard on your clit, making you cry out while Gaz laughed. 

Price finally pulled back, moving up to kiss you, beard wet from your own slick and you tasted yourself as he kissed you, making you moan into him. Gaz laid down next to you, already sporting an erection in his pants, but he didn’t move, instead just watched - while Price pulled back a little, pulling his cock out from his pants, pulling your panties a little to the side, pressing the cock against your hole. You almost felt desperate, turned on by how Price didn’t even bother taking off any of his own clothes. 

The head of his cock pushed into your cunt and a sound, almost like a sigh, left you. It  made Gaz huff amused at your side, but you didn’t care, too busy with the feeling of Price pushing into you, stretching you much much more than the sex-toy you had used earlier had. A mewl-like sound left you as he bottomed out, a grunt leaving the captain.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, Bunny,” he groaned, holding onto your hips, raising your lower body just a little from the bed and you crossed your legs behind his back.

A small, needy “ daddy ” left you, making Price groan while Gaz also let out a little pleased sound, hand sliding into his own sweatpants.

“I can’t be sweet, Bunny, I’m sorry-” he looked desperate himself, fingers digging even harder into your hip, his cock still fully pushed inside you.

“Don’t be then,” You answered, “need you, daddy.”

You didn’t need to say another word, the moan that left Price as you said those made him moan deeply - grip on your hips still hard as he pulled out, almost fully - then slamming his cock fully into you again. 

The pace was hard and fast, making your eyes roll up as you almost got your breath knocked out of you at each hard trust. A part of you was sure you were going to break the bed this time, but a part of you was way past caring.

His thick cock, the hard grip on your hips, the way your body was almost used like nothing but a sex-toy, it was full-on pleasure, with a splash of pain that only helped.

He was grunting, moaning and panting himself, then leant forward, one hand resting above your head fucking you harder and almost reaching deeper this time - you couldn’t do anything but take it, swimming in the pleasure yourself. Mouth open, eyes half-lidded looking up at him as a mantra of “uh-uh-uh” leaving you, only broken by the occasional “ daddy ”. It didn’t take long before Price was snapping for air, snarling down at you, about being a good whore, having the perfect pussy, being their little perfect Bunny - and you came with a small scream, tightening around him. It only took a few more thrusts and then he came too, the feeling of his cum filling you making your eyes roll back, panting for air. You were both panting now, only Gaz able to breathe a little more normal, though his breathing was also a little quick, hand still moving in his pants. 

Price pulled out with a pleased sigh, leaning down to gently kiss you, a whine leaving you at the sudden emptiness, making Price coo at you. “I know, I know baby, let Gaz take care of you, mm?”

The moment Price moved to get up, you were making grabby hands at Gaz who didn’t even hesitate one moment, pulling off his t-shirt, moving in between your legs, letting out a little whistle.

“That’s a really pretty set, Bunny,” He said, running his hands over your boobs, thumbs rubbing your nipples through the lace.

“Gazz- Kyle - need you,” You whined, and he leant down to kiss you gently before his hands slid down, to pull down the panties, only getting them off one leg, making it hang from your ankle but both of you were past caring. While Gaz pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off, you spread your legs, listening to the sound of a lighter, which meant Price was lighting one of his cigars.

He slid into your still slightly sensitive pussy, both of you moaning in sync, a pleased sound leaving Price behind them. You barely noticed the door opening, too busy with Gaz’s cock filling you up with quick rabbiting thrusts - 

“Feckin’ hell, Bunny.”

The words made you whine as you looked over at Soap closing’ the door, but you got too busy as Gaz grabbed the headboard of the bed - using it to fuck you even faster, moaning like a beautiful sin above you, using you however he wanted and it turned you on more than you could describe. Your own hands went to press against the headboard so you wouldn’t get pushed up into it, body shaking and toes curling at the feeling.

“fuck fuck fuc - Bunny ,” he managed within his desperate sounds, your own mouth open and unable to do anything but moan loudly yourself. You heard Soap telling Price something about people wondering who they’re killing with these sounds, but even if somebody came to ask, you wouldn’t want Gaz to stop. 

“Gazgazgazimgonnacum-” you tried warning him but he didn’t slow down, merely growled at you, as if to wordlessly demand you to do so - so you did, coming hard on his cock, mewling loudly as he almost yelled with pleasure, slamming his hips so deep into your body that you were sure you were going to bruise. You felt oversensitive, but as his own rhythm faltered, you felt yourself close again - and then just as he came, two seconds passed and you came too with a whimper.

Hands were instantly on the two of you, Price helping Gaz so he wouldn’t fall over you, Soap moving to distract you with kisses, attacking your chest, pulling down your bra just enough to expose your nipples. Another whimper left you as Gaz pulled out, making your entire body shudder - Soap settled between your legs, kissing you messily. Your pussy felt oversensitive as fuck as his fingers ran along your lips, cum dripping out onto his fingers - you watched him as he pulled back to lick at his fingers, making you moan.

“‘s-is too much,” you whined and he cooed at you as he leant down, kissing your face all over, fingers rubbing over your cunt but didn’t push inside.

“I ken, babygirl, I ken,” he cooed, small pecks covering you, “can I have yer ass, baby?” he added, fingers wet with slick and cum sliding down to gently touch your ass, “I’ll make it pure lovely for ye, bonnie lass, promise.”

The idea of Soap fucking you ass made you clench - which he saw if his grin was anything to go by, not stopping his gentle movement around your asshole.

“mm-kay -” You agreed, almost shyly.

“Yeah? Ye can say nae, lass, ye ken that right?”

“Want it,” You whined, “never been fucked in the ass, want it so badly, Soap.”

Soap let out a soft groan, sounds leaving the men behind them.

You were turned over to your stomach, a pillow gently put beneath your hips, so that you could relax a little more - Gaz nuzzling up next to you, kissing you gently as Soap found what he needed.

Not too long after, a slick finger, wet with lube, demanded entrance and Gaz helped you relax - after a few breaths, it pushed in past the rim. It made you gasp gently, the feeling alien but still not wrong.

“feck, lass-” he groaned, making you whine as he pushed just a little deeper into you, your ass flush with his hips, “Ye’re so fuckiing tight and wet, Bunny, feckin’ ‘ell!”

His first couple of thrusts were shallow, but it still made you open your mouth and gasp into the sheets, Gaz’s hand running over your hair, cooing about how hot you both looked.

“M-more,” you whined, trying to rut back against him, forcing him to fuck you faster, “please, Soaap.”

“Ye sure, Bunny?” He gasped out, hands tightening a little on your hips. He wanted to, you knew, but he had promised to be nice and slow but you wanted more, wanted it faster and harder, wanted him to lose control and use you.

“Bunny asked nicely, Soap,” Price said from behind them, in a tone that he usually reserved for when giving orders as a Captain and it made both of you moan, “Fuck her all nicely for daddy, sweet boy.”

It was like something snapped inside the Scot, his grip hard as he pulled out and then fucked into you much faster, much harder, making you cry out and grab the sheets so hard you were afraid they would rip beneath you. Gaz moaning next to you, touching himself, cooing at how pretty you looked in your lingerie, all nice and horny for them. How you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow and you knew he might be right, your pussy and ass might be sore - but you couldn’t care any less.

He was moving faster, your bodies slapping together, the lube he had used making it sound like your ass was wet like a pussy too - your own pussy feeling like it was dripping with need.

“Imagine me fucking yer arse and Gaz fucking yer pussy, huh?” He growled deeply, a whine leaving you at the idea, his hands sinking into your ass just a little more, “both fucking ye at the same time, bonnie lass, fuck, fuck -”

His thrusts got a little faster and slightly harder, making your pussy throb with need, each thrust making you see stars like you had never tried before, filled up in a way you had never tried before. “gonna fuck yeer ass constantly, lass, fuck -”

“Pleasepleasplease-” your begging melted together into a mess of garbled words, needy sounds and panting, a cry leaving you as Soap smacked your ass, making you tighten around him.

“Touch her clit, Gaz,” Price hummed from behind them and the other followed orders without hesitation - you came hard, taking yourself by surprise - the way you tightened caught Soap off guard too and a few more thrusts and he came too. It was an unknown feeling, cum inside your ass but you found yourself not hating it. 

They fucked each other, Soap making you ride his face a little later, with your hands fisted in his little mohawk, his hands holding onto your garterbelt, Price having pulled off your bra, kneading your breasts from behind. You came hard once more - and then they helped cleaning you up, taking care of you, which was good because you were pretty sure you had been fucked dumb. 

You hadn’t seen Ghost during it, but the others assured you it wasn’t out of the ordinary - he needed to be alone a little, smoke cigarettes he pretended he had quit months ago. 

They all slept in your bed and you were grateful it was so big - they were all tangled up together, while you spooned against Gaz. Gaz and Soap needed to be close to Price after the mission and you didn’t mind - just wanted to be close to them.

It was in the middle of the night however that you woke, heat behind you, hands sliding down your hips, beneath Soap’s t-shirt you wore and pulling down at your panties. You blinked tiredly and confusingly, turning your head with a confused sound, only to be hushed. The bed was dipped behind you, someone having joined you.

“It’s okay, Bunny,” Ghost whispered and the sound of his husky voice instantly made you relax some more.

“Ghost,” you whined, tired and less on guard than earlier, letting out a pleased sigh as he kissed your neck. His mask was pulled up to his nose, so he could kiss and gently nip at your neck and shoulders.

“Mhm, missed us, sweetheart?” he asked in a whisper, a pleased low hum leaving him as he slid his fingers into your still slightly loose pussy, a whine leaving you as it was still a little sensitive. Ghost gently shushed you again.

“Can’t wake ‘em up, can we? They’re tired after the mission, babygirl,” he cooed as he gently began to finger you, making you close your eyes.

“Missed you,” you whined, trying to keep your voice down, even as it broke a little, “all of you.”

“Missed you too, sweet thing,” he answered, pulling your panties further down, a second finger joining his first one, “so much. All of us.”

A small needy sound left you as your eyes filled with tears, feeling Ghost gently pull you back against his bare chest, hushing you ever so gently, kissing your neck and shoulder.

“I know babygirl,” he whispered ever so sweetly, such a stark contrast to the first time the two of you had fucked, so careful when he had been so intense the first time, “it’s okay, we’re here now, yeah?”

You sniffled a little, nodding gently as he kissed your neck again, the sound of your wet pussy getting a little louder - he carefully slid yet another finger into you, stretching you a little more and you felt your hips trying to grind down, trying to get more from them.

“Please, Ghost,” you whimpered, “need you.”

“Quiet, lass, I got you,” He answered, pulling his fingers away from you but while you had expected him to want to fuck you on your back, he merely pulled you closer, still on your side. It took a little maneuvering but when he slid into you, a louder moan left you, making Gaz and Price stir, Ghost’s hand sneaking beneath your head and then over your mouth.

“So noisy,” he whispered into your ear, his other hand gently holding onto your thigh, pulling it back over his leg a little, sliding even deeper into you.

“Simon,” you mewled behind the hand that swallowed up most of the sounds.

He merely hushed you again and did nothing but grind into you for a couple of moments - as Price began to snore, he pulled out a little and gently thrusted into you. 

It was a lazy pace, your moans held back by his hand which was good because you might as well have awoken half the base, while Ghost’s small high-pitched gasps and breathy moans only made it a little better.

His thick and long cock was so big inside of you, hitting all the right places, his tongue licking sweat from your neck. You felt owned and used, tears having dried, as you was gently fucked by Ghost, the rest of the Taskforce 141 sleeping next to you - or at least pretending to. Maybe Ghost needed this too, needed something softer, more gentle and quiet than last time. There was a small scent of cigarette to his mask, but otherwise his scent was just like it was before. You came with a pleased sigh as he played ever so slightly with your clit, twisting a little in his grip. He kept fucking you slowly, just using you however he liked, pulling you even closer than before. So close you felt like you melted into him. 

He came inside of your pussy with a deep sigh, as if he felt much better instantly. Yet his cock didn’t soften, still inside of you. You whined a little.

“‘s okay, Bunny” he said huskily, “just go to sleep, yeah?”

You wanted to protest, wanted to point out that you had a fucking giant monster cock inside of you, how were you supposed to sleep? But as the minutes ticked by and Ghost merely held you close, his cock filling you, well… you eventually became so tired that you couldn’t stay awake even if you wanted to.

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It was like Soap became insatiable for your ass after that - clapping it whenever he passed you, resting his head on it if you hang out, fucking drawing it and proudly showing you. It was kinda cute. He had promised he would let you peg him too - or watch the other fuck him and fuck, wasn’t  that a beautiful image in your brain.

Yet you hadn’t done it again after they returned, always too busy or he had wanted your pussy instead. So, when you had been in the common room a couple of days later, to get some coffee and Soap had asked if you were busy, you had expected him to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie or something. Not this.

“In here?,” you asked, biting your lip, fingers twitching at the little kitchen island you were currently bent over, eyes flickering to look over at Ghost who looked from the couch, over his shoulder, silently watching you. 

“Mhmm,” Soap answered happily, continuing to move his fingers in a gentle rhythm, pressing ever so lightly against your hole, “I cannae wait, lass.”

You whined; your room wasn’t even far from this and there was quite a nice bed in there, one with pillows that you could hide your face in. But Soap even had a bottle of lube in his hand too and you wanted to point out that it was ridiculous that he either had one in the kitchen or that he had it on him.

Ghost got up from the couch silently, sitting down at the kitchen island, just as Soap pushed the first slicked up finger into your ass, making you moan against the counter.

“Hi Ghostie,” Soap said and you could just hear the amusement in his voice, hear the grin in his smile.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” Ghost answered calmly, as if you weren’t bent over the table, facing him - and then a glowed hand touched your cheek, thumb pressing into your mouth and then down on your tongue as he added a “Bunny.”

You let out a small garbled attempt at his name without a lot of success - easily distracted by Soap stretching your hole a little more, gently adding a second finger.

“So-aph-“ you tried to say around the thumb still in your mouth, only receiving an amused hum from the man.

Soap began to fuck you with his fingers, your nails scraping along the counter, small sounds leaving you as you gently bit and sucked around Ghost’s thumb, until he removed it.

Moans and mewling sounds left you as Soap didn’t slow down, cooing at how sweet you looked like this, laid out for him — “like a feckin’ buffet, lass,” which was both ridiculous and hot at the same time.

A third finger slipped in, stretching you more, your hips twitching with each thrust of his hand, a little drool dripping from your mouth onto the countertop. A part of you was screaming that this was where you made snacks, tea, food - not the place for anal sex . But you were already too gone to do anything about it.

“Such a mess,” Ghost muttered and your eyes flickered up - seeing the phone, his dark eyes watching you intensely through the screen. It made you blush, a small “Ghost,” leaving you, making the masked man chuckle. 

“Say hi to Price and Gaz,” he answered, humiliation washing over you at the idea of them watching a movie of you like this, in the common room. You moaned a little louder a couple of times as Soap thrusted his fingers a little harder - before pulling out.

“You’re such a mess, Bunny,” Ghost darkly commented and you wanted to point out that it wasn’t exactly your fault, but Ghost’s free hand caught a hold of your chin, squeezing, “I told you to say hi to Price and Gaz, didn’t I?”

You were blushing as you let out a little whimper and what seemed like an attempted nod, Ghost then letting go of your chin.

“H-hi Price and Gaz —aaah!~” Soap pressed into your stretched hole with a groan, filling you without stopping, your eyes rolling back in your head, a wordless mewl leaving you. It felt like his cock went on forever, before you finally felt his hips against your ass cheeks.

“Feckin’ hell,” Soap moaned into your neck, bent over you, mouthing gently at your skin, “feels like heaven, Bunny.”

You couldn’t answer with anything but a small moan, despite his lack of movement.

“Does it feel nice sweetheart?” Ghost asked, moving to the side to film where they were connected, even pulling your asscheek a little to the side to get a better view, “what a nice looking little hole you got there, Bunny - all filled with Soap’s pretty cock, hm?”

You could feel Soap rise up, his hands taking a hold of your hips.

“Jealous, Lt? Can fuck ye ass too aft—“

The slap on his ass almost echoed in the room, making you moan loudly as Soap moved on instinct after being slapped, grinding further into you.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ you whined, “move Soap, please, please!”

You looked over your shoulder, watching Ghost having a grip on Soap’s neck with one hand, still filming with the other.

“Listen to how sweetly Bunny is begging, Sergeant- you better fuck her real nicely, hm, been like a horny puppy these last days, only taking about her ass - so get to it!” The stern command was apparently the thing to make Soap snap, even though you couldn’t help but think about how that meant they talked to each other about you. Of course they did, but still - Soap talking endlessly about your ass? That did go a little to your ego.

Ghost continued to film, as Soap then hard and desperately began to fuck you, not letting another second go to waist. You were desperately gripping at the edge of the counter, moaning and gasping, not sure if it was your own wetness or lube dripping from your cunt.

“That’s a good boy,” Ghost cooed darkly, “fucking our good lass like she deserves, hm?”

“Fufufucucuck, yes Sir, fuck Bunny,” he sounded like a mess, his fingers digging hard into your hips, saving them just a little from being hammered into the counter. His grunts and moans were almost animalistic and you called out his name, filled like never before.

“Imagine Price sitting in a meeting when he gets this,” Ghost continued, delivering a sharp slap to your ass, “seeing how desperate you two are for each other - sluts .”

It didn’t take long, just a few more sharp thrusts, one of Soap’s hands just touching your clit for a moment, before you came. Soap’s hand shut up to cover your mouth so you didn’t alert the entire base, grunting and snarling himself, keeping quiet by biting down on your shoulder. He came just a moment later, filling your ass with his come. It was still a new feeling, but it made your toes curl and body shake with delight.

You were still on the kitchen island counter, though you weren’t being fucked anymore. You could feel Soap’s cum drip from your ass onto your clothes, as you sat, watching Soap on his knees in front of Ghost. You were holding the phone now, your other hand sneaking down to touch your cunt while you watched them.

Ghost grabbed Soap’s hair, fucking his mouth and throat like it was something they did everyday - hell they probably did. Ghost was huge and you let out a whine as you watched them, using your fingers to fuck your pussy, thumb touching your clit at the sight. There was a visible bulge each time Ghost forced his cock all the way into Soap’s mouth, the sergeant’s eyes watering as he choked on the thick member, tears falling down as the masked man didn’t let him breathe for several seconds.

As their pace quickened violently, so did your own masturbation. You were still a bit sensitive but the sight of Ghost coming into Soap’s mouth, filling it with cum and somehow making a bit of cum trickle out from Soap’s nose, pushed you over the edge as you came hard too, forgetting to film.

Afterwards you watched Ghost send it to the group chat, watching the messages from Price and Gaz, before Soap distracted you with cleaning you up and kissing you - demanding to watch a movie.

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It wasn’t that the day had been bad until now… maybe a little bit. You had just finished your period, relieved that it was finally over for this month, despite having slept bad all night. The men had been on a mission, so you had eaten alone in the canteen - you had craved bacon all morning ever since waking up and there was no more left. There wasn’t even more of the jam you preferred. 

They were very small things, but it just seemed like the world was against or angry at you. At least, with the little things, but with all those happening right after a night of bad sleep and with eating alone, well. It seemed like the tone of the day was set. Loneliness, lack of sleep and post period time, it was just all annoying and not a mixture you needed.

The rest of the BBs were all too busy to be able to chat, so you decided to be active instead. However, when you went to work out, the treadmills were all taken, you had forgotten your water bottle and there was a group of soldiers who didn’t even try to hide that they were gossiping about you. In the end,  you darted off discreetly as possible, back to your room to hide from the world, just for a couple of hours.

The team appeared after a couple of hours, which brightened your mood a lot, at least for a little while. Price had been shot, or grazed as he comforted you by saying, as if that was much better, so he was in the infirmary, while the others went to sleep, tired too. 

So, you were alone again. Knowing the boys were all in the rooms around you, yet they needed to sleep. And you got it, you really did, but it was just not particularly helping your mood.

Eventually you fell asleep on your own bed, mid drawing, exhaustion pulling you into a hug of relief. 

It was gentle hands and soft voices that woke you up an hour later or so, wet kisses along your neck and bare shoulders, warm fingers playing along the hem of your shorts.

“Hey Bunny,” Gaz’s voice was sweet and whisper-like, keeping it down since you were just waking up, his fingers still at the hem of your shorts, waiting for the go ahead “Want to play, darling?”

“mhhm-” you managed in agreement as you nodded too, pushing your drawing you had worked on before falling asleep out of the way, tiredly reaching for him. Gaz didn’t hesitate to fall into your arms, embracing you and gently overwhelming you with his scent and heat from his body.

“I’m right ‘ere,” a pouty Soap pointed out, making you huff while Gaz laughed softly. You turned your head, lazily smiling at the other man who sat down on the bed after pushing off his shoes, “hiya lil Bunny.”

“Hi Soapy,” you answered tiredly, reaching out for him with one of your arms, and he crawled closer, happily kissing you. There was a neediness to his kiss, tongue playing along yours.

“Was it a good nap?” Gaz asked, kissing down along your neck, before pulling up your tank top a little, kissing down your stomach, gently crawling downwards. You pulled back from Soap to answer, who even let out a needy whine.

“yeah,” you said with a little sigh, earning a few more insistent kisses from Soap.

“Feckin’ pure beauty,” Soap whispered against your skin, “even when bloody sleepin’.” 

You huffed, almost shyly as that meant they had watched you as you slept, pulling a little on his hair, “charmer,” you muttered, only to be strongly distracted by kisses on your hips and the feeling of your shorts being pulled down, a pleased hum leaving Gaz.

“Dinnae worry pet, ye dinnae have to do anything,” Soap whispered against your lips, moving down to bite at your collarbone. Leaving a mark as if to remind your body that they were back and they would make you feel good.

Gaz was enthusiastic too, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders, truly not making you do anything. He rested against your inner thighs for a moment, almost just leaning against your pussy with a pleased sigh, as if relieved to be back for it.

You were about to tease him about it, when his tongue touched your outer labia and even with that, your words were gone.

It wasn’t too long before Gaz had made you cum on his tongue, a loud whine leaving you and making the men laugh, Soap licking and biting your nipples while Gaz sat up, letting your legs fall open pulling off his own shirt, zipping down his pants. It all felt like so much, so overstimulating it made your legs shake, Soap gently holding your wrists, his bites and kisses leaving spit and marks behind. One of his hands slid down to tease your clit, making you twist in his grip as he whispered words in your ears you honestly didn’t understand - but you didn’t need to, to know they were dirty. You could figure that out by his husky dark tone, the way his cock was still hard in his pants.

Gaz spread your legs a little more and you let out a mixture of a sweet sigh and a moan as he pressed into you, his cock filling you up slowly.

“Gaz,” you muttered, an airy tone to your voice, eyes flickering closed as Soap scraped his teeth over your nipple, making you whimper. His hand was still on your clit, playing with it.

The sound that left you felt like a mixture of a mewl and groan, your pussy puffy and glistening around Gaz’s cock, finally stretched out after they’ve been on a mission. Your arms were still stuck, held down by Soap who was multitasking, happily playing your clit at the same time as he was attacking your upper body with his mouth, like a feral dog, needing to mark its territory.

You moaned and twisted, their moans and groans mixing with your sounds. You almost felt on fire, their words seeping into your skin. After such a shitty day they were here, here to make everything feel better and keeping the loneliness at bay.

Only it almost felt too much.

You came around his cock with a wail, Gaz grunting and making the most beautiful sounds, some that you almost wanted to record, just to play them later when touching yourself.

Soap was moaning about both of them fucking you at once, his words almost stumbling over each over whenever he wasn’t busy biting and licking and that damn hand, still on your poor assaulted and puffy clit.

Gaz was calling you a good girl, their best girl and you wanted that, wanted to be so good to them, just like they deserved. They had been on a mission after all, Price had even gotten hurt, this was the least you could do, but the idea of it continuing almost made you want to cry.

It was all…

Too much - it was all too much, but in a way you hadn’t tried before, in a way that threatened to choke you but not in a good way. It was like your mind hurt, like your body was being burned with too many impressions and while you wanted to be good, you really wanted to be good , you weren’t feeling good. So you knew what you had to do, even if a part of you were slightly scared to do so.

“Red - red red RED,” you whimpered desperately, the word stumbling over each other, rising in volume, the two men immediately stopping the moment the first ‘red’ left your mouth. Panic was like a tidal wave, crashing, pulling you under, trying its best to drown you - they would hate you now. They would scold you, be upset and —

“Hey hey - Bunny - bunny it’s okay!”

Somebody was sobbing. It took you a second to realize that it was you and the shame only doubled. Soap’s hands and mouth were gone from your body, no longer holding you down or overstimulating you.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, feeling bad for being weak, for not giving them what they wanted, for not being able to perform. To help . “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m-“

“Sssshhh, hey hey bunny it’s okay - I’m gonna pull out okay?” Gaz looked worried, he didn’t look mad, his grips on your hips gentle compared to earlier and he did just that, pulling out, which made you feel even worse in a way.

“Bunny,” Soap’s voice was gentle, calm, his hands gently cupping your cheeks, “breathe with me, yeah?”

You hadn’t even realized how much you were hyperventilating before he told you to do so, cries and sobs, coming out in harsh pants, your body trembling while tears filled your eyes. His hands were holding onto your face, anchoring you and keeping you somewhat focused.

“C’mon me bonnie lass, breathe with me,” he gently said again and this time you did that - following along his slow breathing, a whimper only interrupting you when you felt the bed move and the warm present of Gaz disappear.

“Sssh he is just gettin’ a towel,” his words made sense but your mind felt muddled. Like there was too much and yet not enough happening at the same time.  Soap pressed his forehead against yours gently, continuing to breathe slowly with you, helping you to get in the air properly, soft “I ken, I ken,”s leaving him whenever a sob forced its way out of your throat.

“Our sweet bunny,” He whispered, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he continued to hold your face, “it’s okay, it’s done now, ye?”

Gaz returned with a towel and a wet cloth, cleaning you swiftly but gently before helping you into a hoodie, underwear and shorts. You felt cold and hot at the same time, sweaty and weak. Embarrassment and fear overwhelmed you.

“I’m I’m I’m sorry,” you stammered, Gaz looking confused down at you for a moment before his gaze softened.

“No, Bunny we’re sorry that we didn’t notice you were uncomfortable in time - but we’re proud of you for safewording.” His voice was sure, gentle but confident, talking slowly to make sure you understood. You blinked up at him, mind still a little blurry.

You sniffled, “you - you’re not mad?” There was a trembling in your voice.

“Oh , darling,” his voice wasn’t demeaning, there was just a hint of sadness in it instead. “We are not mad. We will never be mad for you safewording, okay? None of us will.”

“Lemme get ye something to drink, pet.” Soap whispered, disappearing over to the little fridge you had for just that, pulling out some water.

He returned and they helped you drink a little water.

“You learned about this, right? Safewording?” Gaz asked gently as they guided you to lay down, both of them cuddling up to you at each side. Like a steady safety, legs tangled together, skin touching skin.

You nodded.

“Do you want to talk about why or do you want to wait?” He continued. You waited for a moment, unsure how to express it.

“I - I don’t know,” you whispered.

“Ye arenot in a hurry, pet,” Soap whispered gently.

A few moments passed by, where you just listened to their breathing, focusing on their scents. You all smelled a little sweaty but you didn’t really mind it.

“It felt too overwhelming?” You finally managed, “but in a way that I haven’t tried before. Like.. I think I was too tired for something that… much?”

Expressing it was weird, because you weren’t really sure yourself. Soap nodded.

“We should have checked in more , Bunny, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged.

“It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, none of it are on my limits.” You answered.

“Still dinnae mean that ye have tae be able tae do it all the time,” Soap gently said, “I am proud of ye for safewordin’, me wee Bonnie lass.”

“Do you… want me to help you with anything now?” You asked carefully and both men instantly shook their heads .

“Actually there is one thing,” Gaz then said, leaning a little closer, “why don’t we take a nap? Then we can go talk with the others. Eat some dinner.”

“Sounds like a nice idea “ you whispered.

You ended up falling asleep, cuddled between them, feeling safe and with the world feeling better again.

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[Bratty boomers. Time: 9:45 pm]

Blue: I cannot be the only one who hates 50 shades 

Bee: ofc not

Bee: but how come you’re asking this 

Bunny: don’t remind me of it lmao

Blue: my team wanted to watch the movies

Blue: I was traumatised 😩

Bailey: idk what u expected

Badger: wait have u never seen it before???

Bunny: damn what an experience to have w your team

Badger: a different kind of team bonding for sure

Bee: tbh I’m not sure I would have stayed 

Bee: wanna watch it over zoom or something soon??

Bunny: hell yeah!! 🥰 why get laid when we can watch a questionable movie about it

Bailey: oh yeah that could be funnyy

Blue: nooooo

Badger: u were the one to mention it , blue what did u expect

Blue: sympathy ??

Bunny: in this economy?? Nope

Bee: 🥴

You huffed at the group chat - you had absentmindedly answered the others while walking to your room on the base. It was late but you had wanted some tea — and Simon’s tea in the common room was simply the best — so with the cup in one hand and phone in the other you made the way towards your room.

“Hey.”

You looked up from your phone, not recognising the voice - nor the face of the man who stood a couple of steps in front of you.

“Uhm, yeah?” You were sure you looked like a question mark, since you weren’t sure why he was talking to you, “can I help you?”

“You’re the bunny, right?” He answered with a question of his own, taking a step towards you, his tone a little too dark for your taste, given he was a complete stranger.

“I… I’m called Bunny, yeah.” You confirmed, making sure he got the difference.

He huffed.

“So when are you going to spread your legs for the rest of us?” He stepped closer and you stepped back on instinct, the man much taller and bigger than you, his green eyes staring down at you, a look on his face that you didn’t like. His words made anger boil throughout your body.

“Excuse you ,” you snapped, not even trying to seem polite anymore, “fuck off, dickhead.”

“Fucking whore,” he snarled, “I’ll take what I want then.”

He moved quickly — but the moment he took a hold of your neck, you screamed loudly until your air supply was cut off - so instead you dumped your tea over him, not even aware you had dropped your phone.

He screamed in pain but took a hold of your hair and dragged you by it and with a hand over your mouth, towards a cleaning supply room. You felt panic for a short moment, before you remembered the sparring sessions you had been forced to join, forced to see. 

You bit down on his hand hard and stomped on his foot, making him rip back his hand — you didn’t hesitate to scream again, the more attention the better, turning around and kneeing him in the balls. The soldier staggered backwards, clearly not expecting this from you and before you knew what you were doing, you planted a fist in his face, feeling his nose move beneath your knuckles.

One second you were stumbling backwards, pain blooming in your hand — and the next second the man was tackled by Ghost, an almost inhuman sound leaving the man you knew, before Soap then was in front of you, putting himself in between you and the fighting men.

“Hey hey - Bunny, ye are alright - what happened?” 

You could barely breathe, barely focus, eyes stuck to the sight of Ghost brutally kicking the man’s ass. 

Gaz’s hands touched your cheeks then, forcing you to look away. 

“Let’s get you back to your room, yeah?”

His hands dried off tears that you hadn’t even noticed escaping you — and then Price appeared, telling Gaz something. More people was arriving but you barely noticed. Gaz scooped you up and you clung to him, watching over his should how Soap and Price needed other people to help getting Ghost off the man who had attacked you.

“Found this on the ground,” Price’s voice was gentle as he gave you your phone, but you barely looked at it, just pulled the blanket closer around you, Soap’s hand gently caressing your head.

“Am I in trouble?” You finally whispered.

“Trouble?” Price repeated, seeming taken back for a moment, “no, luv. In no way. He attacked you and you defended yourself. Rather well, in fact. You’ve been listening to what we’ve told you in the sparring sessions.”

A small laughter left you after a sniffle.

“I’ve got good mentors,” you muttered, “I didn’t mean to create drama though - or, or get Ghost into trouble.”

“You dinnae do anything wrong, lass,” Soap whispered from behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, “that man was the one in wrong. A right arse. He deserved what Ghost gave ‘em.”

After a small knock on the door and the pressing of the code, the door opened, to a Gaz with a pack of frozen peas. It was soon pressed against your slightly red knuckles.

“You broke his nose,” Gaz said with a grin, “appare—“

“Gaz,” Price cut him off with a stern look.

“I’m pretty sure that was Ghost,” you pointed out, ignoring Price’s huff since he clearly couldn’t stop you from talking about it.

“Nope,” Gaz was grinning, sitting next to you, “Si said it was already crooked when he hit him.”

“Damn, look at ye go, lass,” Soap praised, clearly proud of you, a fact that felt oddly nice. 

“Do you need anything from us, luv?” Price asked, voice gentle but question more serious.

“Can you…. All of you, stay tonight, maybe?” You felt a little silly for asking, since technically nothing had happened, you had fought too hard - but it was like the fear was still inside you, like some odd piece of ice, that was barely melting.

“Of course, darling,” Price answered, a soft smile on his lips, leaning forward to cup your face, “can I kiss you?”

“Please,” the word almost came out as a whine as Price leant down to kiss you gently, making you forget the rest of the world for a moment.

When he broke it, you felt Soap’s lips kiss your temple and you let out a pleased, tired sound.

“Let’s get ye to bed, Bonnie thing,” Soap gently muttered and you looked down at your knuckles, the peas having helped on the swelling.

“What about Simon?” You asked, uncertainty in your voice.

“Dinnae worry, pet, he will be here soon.” Soap said, getting up to help get you ready.

“I’ll go down and check on him,” Price comforted you by saying, giving you a smile, “we will be back soon, Bunny.”

You were cuddled in between Soap and Gaz, the Scotsman snoring softly, a sound you had come to love by now, when the door was opened. You turned your head, looking over and watching Ghost and Price return, moving carefully as to not make too much noise.

“Everything okay?” You still whispered, watching their silhouettes as they undressed down to underwear and t-shirts. 

“Just peachy,” Price said, crawling into bed to join you. Gaz was apparently half awake, because when Ghost went to the other side of the bed, he rolled away from you, mumbling for Ghost to get in. 

He pulled you close, the darkness hiding him but his breath was warm against your neck. His chest was hot, his stubbles on his jaw tickling your ear, his hands big as they held onto you.

“This okay?” His voice was almost small, worried in a way you hadn’t heard before, his hands resting on your chest and stomach, not touching you in any sexual way, just keeping you as close.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, “it’s perfect.”

A pleased huff left him and he nuzzled against your temple for just a second then kissed the back of your head, as you felt sleep and exhaustion overtake you.

You fell asleep, feeling safe and cared for.

You woke up early next morning - earlier than the team's alarm, tiredly sitting up, freeing yourself from the octopus arms of Simon, who grumbled displeased. You needed to pee, so you crawled out, watching over your shoulder how the man merely pulled Soap closer.

Things taken care of, you returned to the bedroom, Price sitting up and looking at his phone.

“You’re up early,” he mused, smiling but keeping his voice low. His hair was messy, making him look all sweet and younger — and domestic and you couldn’t help yourself, settling down in his lap, pulling him into a kiss.

“Bunny” he whispered against your lips as you rolled your hips, feeling his cock harden beneath you. Only your respective underwear as barriers.

“You sure?” He asked, having abandoned his phone, instead moving to gently take a hold of your hips, “we don’t have to—“

“Please,” you whined, “need it. I’m yours, I’m all of yours—“

Price gently hushed you, kissing your neck gently.

“Of course you are, pretty darling,” he whispered lovingly, “but you gotta stay quiet or you’ll wake the boys up.”

You whined, trying to keep yourself down, but you didn’t really care that much - you were sure they wouldn’t mind being woken up like this.

“Daddy,” you whispered, rolling your hips again, resting your forehead against his.

An amused huff, then more soft kisses.

“C’mon then, give us a show,” he whispered, tugging at the shirt you wore, one of theirs, pulling it off, leaving you bare chested. You shimmied out of your underwear, Price’s hands immediately on you, one of them on your pussy, gently rubbing against it, giving you some friction.

“Already so wet,” he whispered into your ear, and you barely registered the words, your own breathy sounds too loud in your ears. Your fingers fisted in his t-shirt, holding onto him as you grinded against his hand, mouth open and taking in small pant-like breaths, as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“All for us?” Price asked teasingly, pressing a finger into your cunt without warning, making your eyes roll up for just a second, but you didn’t stop your movements.

“Y-yeah, all for you.”

“Mmmh, because you're all ours,” he whispered, leaning forward to gently bite the top of one of your breasts, soothing the gentle bite with his tongue. Another finger slid into you and you whined, making him giggle and shush you, but you barely cared, snickering yourself as one of your hands moved down to palm him through the boxers.

Despite your small whispery demands and pleas, Price didn’t let you get his cock until he had three fingers inside you, rubbing that good spot that made you see stars — made your hips buck and eyes flicker close, the moan leaving you barely lowered.

When you finally slid down his cock, letting it fill you up until you were fully impaled, feeling Price’s pubes gently tickle your skin, you both knew that the rest of the team was awake. They didn’t even try to hide it. Ghost was wearing one of his masks again, still holding onto Soap, but letting the slightly smaller man rut against Gaz needingly.

“Fuck - fuck, daddy,” you mewled, riding him quickly, his hands digging into your soft sides, praising you constantly, the sweet words dripping from his tongue, like he was unable to breathe without letting you know how beautiful you were. How lucky they all were. 

Soap muttering about how they should get you a collar, Price moaning as you tightened around him at the words.

“Would you like that, darling?” Price grunted, pulling you down on his cock a little harder, making fireworks appear behind your eyelids, as pathetic sounds left you, “a little collar, hm? To show that we own you?”

“Yesyesyessyes, please,” you felt like you could barely breathe, only moan and whine, listening to Soap and Gaz moan as well, as they touched each other, getting their fill from watching you.

“Ah - fuck - a tag with 141 written on - ah, Soap, yes yes—“ Gaz managed before he got too busy with the way Soap jerked him off while rutting against him.

Price made you come hard, pleasure filling your body as you stilled just for a second, before you let the older man ride you through the orgasm. It made your toes curl, pleased huffs of air. It wasn’t a groundbreaking orgasm, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t want that, you wanted the closeness, you wanted this.

You rode him a little harder once you could move again, hand in his hair as he babbled beneath you, the big bad captain a right mess beneath you, desperate and needy and so fucking beautiful.

He made you come again somehow, before filling you up too, a loud groan leaving him. 

The alarm caught you all off guard, making Ghost laugh as you almost jumped with John’s softening cock inside you.

Soap and Gaz attacked you gently afterwards, licking you clean, Soap like a feral dog, doing his best to lick you clean from Price’s cum, while Gaz kissed you silly, licking your nipples and leaving wet kisses all over your chest and neck.

They cuddled you for around 15 minutes longer, before the Price ordered them up. You stayed, Ghost did so too apparently, mumbling about how he was definitely feeling under the weather and not just skipping training to cuddle with you, until you had to get up for breakfast.

Your bare back pressed against his bare chest, the sound of his breathing lulling you to sleep.

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Kate called later that day, sounding all worried and serious at the same time. With a hint of anger, that you weren’t really sure where to place.

“He is fired and taken care of, Bunny,” she promised, while you looked down at your bruised knuckles, wondering what that meant exactly - but also concluding that you didn’t really want to know. 

“Okay,” you answered carefully, unsure of what today before you carefully asked, “Kate? Am I in trouble?”

“In trouble?” She sounded confused, then a little annoyed, “did John not already explain to you that you’re not?”

“I guess but…” you hesitated, “I did break a man’s nose.”

“… yes?” Laswell didn’t sound bothered, “and?”

“… wasn’t it a part of my contract? That I’m not supposed to, you know. Go around and start fights, or whatever fancy way it was described.”

Kate Laswell said your actual name and you winced at it, so used to just being Bunny by now, “you defended yourself. I’m just proud of you for doing that. He should have walked off with more than a broken nose and infected bite from you.”

“The bite got infected?” You asked, a hint of worry seeping into your voice.

“Bunny, that is nothing compared to what Ghost did to him. I just need you to know he won’t be bothering you any more, okay? And if you ever feel threatened or harassed again, you have both mine and John’s full permission to beat their asses. Am I making myself clear, Bunny?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.”

It was a couple of days later, after listening to the other BBs’ fantasies and adventures at the other bases that you got the idea. In fact, the moment it hit you, you couldn’t get it out. To the point where you were pretty sure you would die if you didn’t get to try it — or at least ask for it.

“Excuse me?” Ghost said, taking a small sip of his water, almost as if he didn’t believe what he just heard. 

“Bloody hell, pet.” Soap whispered from the side, as you casually sat on the sparring mats, between the two of them. Price and Gaz were busy fighting and teaching some recruits. You were technically supposed to be looking and following along to learn more, but this seemed more important to you… and your pussy.

“Hunt me,” you repeated, giving him a small grin, watching him closely as you continued, “could be fun, couldn’t it? One of the other bunnies did it and I haven’t stopped thinking about it ever since.”

Ghost didn’t say anything, merely staring at you, but you could see the way his pupils dilated, the way he became almost frozen. It was like he changed in front of you, from a friend to a predator, tempted to attack right now.

“You want me to chase you?” He asked then, his voice husky, darker than before and you were pretty sure he was licking his lips beneath the mask, “while you try to hide, hm? And I try to pretend that finding you isn’t easy? That it would be so easy to catch you, to take you.”

His voice went a little deeper and he leant a little more over you, a small needy sound leaving you. It was almost as if he grew in size in front of you, making your toes curl in excitement that mixed with fear.

“Yesss,” you whispered, even as you felt your cheeks heat up, pretty sure he wasn’t going to reject your offer but you still wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t forced, “I mean - if you don’t want to, it’s okay but I figured it would be right up your alley.”

Ghost let up an amused hum. Soap let out a little groan. You had almost forgotten where you all were for a moment.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bunny, ye cannae just get ‘im worked up like that!” The Scot argued, an almost needy tone to his voice, “that man loves huntin’, we have done et before.”

“You have??” You felt a thrill go through you, your eyes briefly looking over at Soap who nodded and grinned — and you looked back at Ghost again, a lot more confidence in your voice now as you leant closer to him, to whisper in his ear, “will you hunt me then, Sir ? Play rough with me, hm? Make me all afraid? Take me while I scream, make me all dirty as you press me to the ground? I —“

“Careful what you wish for, princess,” Ghost cooed darkly, his grip on your throat sudden and strong, a tiny whimper leaving you as he leant closer to your face this time, like a proper monster beneath that skull mask of his, “you might get what you ask for.”

That sent a thrill through your body. 

“Please,” you whispered, “Simon, please— “

“Lieutenant Riley,” Price’s voice was sharp, “let go of that poor lass and come show these muppets how it’s done.” 

Ghost let out an annoyed huff, but let go of you, standing up.

“We’ll talk afterwards,” he then said, Soap letting out a hum as he walked away, both of you watching Ghost’s ass.

Cockblocked by the fucking Captain again, who shot you a knowing glance, before looking away again.

“A challenge?” This time you were the one to repeat the words in a confused tone, as you watched Simon sip his tea with a hum. 

Ghost let out an agreeable sound as reply, not taking his eyes off you.

“Do I want to know what you’re getting into?” Price asked as he sat down next to you at the kitchen island in the small common room , with his own tea mug. There was something nicely domestic about this, all a little tired after training, drinking tea and coffee — while you and Ghost casually discussed kinky adventures.

Soap was sitting on the counter, Gaz leaning against him, being nuzzled by the Scotsman like a big cat.

“Ghost is challenging Bunny,” Gaz explained to your captain, a relaxed tone to his voice. If he was able to, you were pretty sure the man would be purring. Soap was scratching the back of his neck ever so gently.

“Hm,” the captain looked between the two of you, “should I be worried?”

“Nae, more like excited, sir.” Soap answered, a horny tone to his voice, “we gonna let the dog out tae hunt.”

Price huffed. “The only dog here is you, MacTavish.” Soap let out a playful bark.

“A two minutes head start,” Ghost interrupted casually, tilting his head to the side, “then you have to avoid me for 30 minutes.”

You huffed, feeling heat pooling in your lower belly, your pussy getting a little wet. You wondered about it for a couple of seconds.

“And if I win?” You dared to ask. Ghost’s mouth was exposed because you were all drinking, so when he grinned, he exposed all his white teeth, the scars that littered his face moving around.

“If you avoid me for 30 minutes, you get to decide whatcha wanna do to me, princess,” he cooed, “free reins, I’ll agree to it.” 

Some ‘oo’ sounds left Gaz and Soap, while Price was lighting a cigar, an amused hum leaving him.

“But if I win,” he continued, “I get to do whatever I want, pet, take you at the spot if that is what I want to.”

Your cunt was dripping by now. You had to hold yourself back from just touching yourself right there and then — wanting other rules.

“Yes — but ” you raised your hand, not feeling like the rules were all fair, “I want changes.”

“Demanding,” Ghost mused darkly, “go on then, pet.”

“I want a five minute head start and I only have to avoid you for 20 minutes.”

“Negative,” Ghost answered, licking his lips, “30.”

“You’re a freaking special task force member,” you argued before touching your chest dramatically, “I am but a poor peasant, with less muscles.”

“She got a point, Simon,” Price added, smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke, “but if we find a nice space, 25 minutes could be more fitting.”

You shot him an annoyed stare, but Price just winked at you. Having to hide for 25 minutes was definitely better than 30 minutes, but it was still a long time to avoid the monster that was Simon Ghost Riley on a hunt. 

“ Two minute head start and 25 minutes,” Ghost then said and you shook your head.

“Nope, pumpkin. My legs aren’t as long as yours.”

"Two." 

“Five.” You repeated.

“Three.” He offered and you raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms.

“ Four ,” you said, quickly adding “but then you can’t run for the first minute.”

Ghost grinned, like a beast showing off his fangs.

“Cute of you to think that I need to run, Bunny,” he answered darkly, “but deal.”

You shook hands across the kitchen Island and Gaz let out a whistle before asking “when is our next day off?”

Three days later, was the answer to that question— it was almost like a field trip. You had felt ridiculously excited yesterday, even being denied sex and forbidden to masturbate. Two things that really shouldn’t turn you on, yet they had.

The big SUV stopped a little bit from the base, to a closed off area. Price jumped out and opened the gate, Gaz driving the car through, as Price closed it afterwards.

The whole place was apparently fenced off, usually used for training purposes but apparently also useful for kinky playtime.

You felt both nervous and excited, Ghost having gone all quiet, darkly keeping his eyes on you, as if his mind was already ready to hunt you… it probably was.

To be fair, you had been poking him all morning, asking if he was ready to be pegged by you and used as a toy for the rest of the day. Talking about dressing him up in a nice maid dress or something, Soap had pulled you away several  times before you made him snap and attack you.

You were appropriately dressed, wearing clothes that would keep you warm and dry but also camouflage. A watch on your wrist so you could keep track of time without having to get your phone out, Soap and Gaz having told you about how to properly hide the day before.

The thing was… this was such a thrill and you weren’t even sure that you wanted to win. The idea of Ghost winning was like it was taking right out of a dark porn movie.

You all checked the woods through before you got ready - the tension made your toes curl in your boots, your pussy already wet with excitement from the so-called “challenge” as Ghost had called it.

While you were on edge and excited, Ghost was on edge and ready — and the others were very much amused by the entire situation, none of them helping one bit.

Ghost had almost gone nonverbal a couple of hours ago, mostly just grunting and so, Gaz having pulled you aside, darkly whispering in your ear that he was getting into the right mindset. So that he could hunt his little bunny throughout the woods like a proper feral wolf. And oh, how Gaz’s words had set you alight, made you whine and rut against his thigh - until Price caught the two of you, starving you from the orgasm.

But soon. Soon you would truly be running like a scared bunny, trying to avoid the feral wolf.

“We all agree on safewords?” Price reminded the two of you, having taken over a lot of the planning as the proper Captain he was.

“Yessir,” you answered while Ghost nodded.

“Good. Now, Buns,” he turned to you, pulling up his phone to check the time, “you will have four minutes to go while we hide our cheeky bastard here, yeah? Soap will use his whistle as a sign too. Then Ghost will have to walk for a minute.”

Excitement ran through your body as you nodded, eyes flickering to look at Ghost who was staring like he was ready to eat you raw this entire moment. The others were almost like hunters, ready to send off bait that their dog would be able to hunt.

“Then you will have 25 minutes. Got it?”

“Yessir.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready?”

The moment Soap blew the whistle you were off. You heard their laughter and Soap immediately teasing Ghost but you didn’t really stay back to listen along — at first you followed the path, to easily get some distance between you and Ghost, but you soon abandoned it, knowing it was smarter.

Despite Soap and Gaz’s reminder that you should have a plan, well, you didn’t really have one.

… that was a lie. Your plan was to not be caught… maybe. Even that you weren’t sure about.

The trees flashed past you as you knew you had to put as much distance between you as possible and hopefully somewhere to lay low. You slowed and eventually stopped, having to crawl over a big tree that had fallen over - and just as you landed with a little grunt, panting and slightly sweaty already— you heard the loud whistle ring throughout the place.

Fuck.

He was set loose then - and even if he was only walking the first minute, you knew you had to hurry.

As you moved you cursed everyone and their mothers, remembering why you never picked up running as a hobby — it sucked ass. Your lungs simply weren't made for it.

You almost fell over a root then, making you stumble but then another sound caught your attention.

“Oh Bunny, ” the voice almost echoed throughout the forest, making your body shutter, “come out and plaaay .”

Ghost was fucking scary most of the time but when yelling out shit like that, he sure wasn’t any less scary than usual.

You ended up hiding different places, too anxious to stay at the same spot. Behind trees, bushes — and now you tried making yourself as small as possible, hiding behind a big fallen tree, the trunk hiding your body as you sat there, curled together. 

You dared looking down on the watch.

15 minutes. You had avoided him for 15 minutes so far. Pride swelled in your chest. You had no idea where he actually was right now, he has stopped calling out for you like he did at first. Once in a while you were sure you spotted the familiar mask, but it was never there.

Your pulse was still high even as you sat there, listening to the birds singing happily in the trees around you, wondering if you actually could avoid him for another 10 minutes— and what that would mean. Oh you would have a field day with —

There was a loud noise on the tree trunk you leant against and you looked up, your eyes meeting his, with his proper skull mask on like when he was out in the field - eyes dark and intense.

“ Boo. ”

You couldn’t help the scream from surprise as he suddenly stood there above you, but you didn’t waste another second, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you scrambled away, fleeing as quickly as you could. Trying to pretend his dark laughter wasn’t turning you on and making your pussy wet.

You heard the thumb behind you meaning he jumped down on the ground, but you didn’t stop to check behind you.

You just needed to put distance, distance, distance — he had to actually touch you to have won, not just seen you. 

It was almost like some base instincts taking, making you run, doing your best not to fall over sticks or rocks hidden by the ferns and desperately looking for somewhere to hide.

How he did it you didn’t know but suddenly he was in front of you, making you squeal, but you didn’t stop, darting to the side, hearing him laugh as you just managed to avoid his hand.

Ghost was playing with you. Taunting you.

Like a beast playing with his food before deciding to eat it.

You looked back as you ran and he was gone again, a whine leaving your abused lungs as you looked forwards again; you weren’t sure for how much longer you could keep this up. 

You dared to hide behind a tree, trying to keep your panting low as you rested against the trunk, your entire body screaming about two things; pain from running so much and danger, wanting you to continue running.

There was silent for a moment, only your own panting and the gentle rustle of the leaves by the wind. Then, almost sweetly.

“ Oh bunny, ” there was an almost singing-like tone to his voice, teasing you, “I know you’re close by. I can heaaaar you.”

You didn’t move, pressed up against the tree. Seconds ticked by and it went quiet again. A part of you wanted to give up, the adrenaline rushing painfully through your body, almost making you want to cry. A part of you still weren’t sure if you even wanted to win or not.

You dared to look down again and 21 minutes. You only needed 4 minutes more and then you would have won.

Inside your body your lungs were screaming, your throat incredibly dry, you heart beating so quickly it almost hurt. Your pussy was almost pulsing with need.

You swallowed - daring to lean to the side and look behind it, scanning the woods for any movements, a part of you expecting to see Ghost suddenly stand there, like those badly made slender man games you used to play. But he wasn’t there. Relief and pride ran through your body at the same time - maybe he hadn’t really found you and you would actually win. It would knock down the soldier’s ego down a good nudge, that was for sure and you pulled back behind the tree trunk again, relieved 

— only for a gloved hand to grab a hold of your throat.

You couldn’t help it, screaming and fighting Ghost almost on instinct, knowing both of you wanted it — he got you down on your knees but you managed to elbow him in the stomach, making him grunt.

“You little bitch,” he snarled angrily as you pawed at the leaves, somehow managing to get up, his hand managing to grab onto your jacket - which you promptly slid off, abandoning it as he let out an annoyed roar.

You didn’t get far this time, being fully tackled this time, Ghost not showing you any mercy now, getting you down.

“Thought you could avoid me, rabbit?” He snarled as you fought helplessly against him on the ground, something feral going through the both of you, as he managed to get you onto your stomach.

You were pressed against the muddy leaves, a loud cry leaving you as you struggled, a loud moan leaving Ghost instead, his hands gripping your hips and forcing you back against his harness and god he was so hard it made you whimper.

“Stop fighting, Bunny,” he growled, his chest pressing against your back, putting some of his weight on you, hands still holding bruisingly tight onto your hips, even as you tried trashing free. You felt as if you had soaked your panties, his cock certainly not helping you.

You knew he was enjoying it too, you were both perverts and this had been much more fun than you thought. There was something incredibly dirty about having been caught by Simon, now struggling with you on the forest ground, as he ripped at your pants, making you whine as he exposed your wet pussy —- and then he cooed, all darkly, the weight of your back lifted, before a sharp slap almost echoed, your scream following.

Then a bare hand (and when had he even taking one of the gloves off?) slid along your cunt, a cruel laugh leaving him.

“Oooh, you get turned on by this, huh?” He crooned, “by letting me hunt you and catch you, hm?” 

He slapped your pussy and you twisted, mewling out beneath him as he laughed again, your body tingling with pleasure, fear, shame and excitement at the same time, mixing inside your body to the point of pain almost.

“Let me go,” you tried desperately, the growl that left Ghost was almost inhuman, one hand catching your hair, the other plunging two fingers into your wet cunt. A loud whine left you as you twisted beneath him, this time in pleasure from his touch.

“Silly little Bunny,” he snarled, fucking you mercilessly and hard with two fingers that turned to three in a matter of seconds, making your body tense and spasm for a moment at the stretch, “thinking you could escape me, thinking you could hide.”

He pulled his fingers out from your pussy, delivering another wet slap that made you sail and then you managed to growl out a small, almost pathetic “fuck you.”

Ghost laughed. “Not this time, pet.”

Then the blunt head of his thick cock was pressing against your hole, his hand tightened in your hair and the other hand guiding his cock.

The moan that left you as he pushed in, was sinful and loud, it exposed how desperate you were.

“Stupid Bunny,” he groaned darkly, pushing in while it felt like your brain was falling apart, body seizing to work; his cock was stretching you, filling you up so that you could barely breathe - the tip kissing your cervix, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

You were both like animals, fucking on the forest ground, desperate moans and groans mixed together with panting from the both of you, after chasing each other for so long.

You were a mess beneath him, some dirt on your cheek, mouth open to pant and moan, body jiggling with every one of his hard thrusts. Like a wild animal, claiming its price.

You came harder and quicker than you had expected, Ghost snarling behind you and then he pulled out, making you whimper as you felt empty — he pulled at your pants, annoyed with them not being fully off yet. You weren’t really sure where he got the knife from, you didn’t really care, because one moment it was there, cutting away your panties and pants, completely baring your pussy to him and the next it was gone, his hands on you again.

He fucked you almost with renewed energy, one hand on your throat now, holding you down, his cock filling you up again, forcing one leg over his shoulder, the other hand gripping onto your bare soft thigh. 

He bent your bottom half up then, forcing your leg to almost touch your stomach, to fuck you deeper. You felt as if your brain had abandoned you, your body only recognising pleasure and pain, and you were loving each second of it. His pace was bruising, his cock reaching so deep you could barely breathe, and oh, then he pulled his mask up a little and —

His spit hit your face and made you whimper, desperately trying to lick it off with your tongue, your fingers holding onto his jacket, not pushing him away but making sure he wasn’t leaving.

You were close again already, clenching around him at each other thrust, making him groan darkly. At the sound of footsteps he stops suddenly however, much to your dismay as you pawed at him, trying to make him continue.

“Easy puppy,” Price’s voice was like he was speaking to a wild animal, “we’re not taking her away from you. You deserve her. We’re just watching.”

You managed to tilt your head a little, seeing how the rest of the team was watching you a few steps away - but you were quickly very distracted by Ghost moving again.

This time it was like their presence only spurred him on.

Your second orgasm caught you off guard, the sudden assault on your cervix and a rouge hand on your clit, well, it did the job. You didn’t scream, only trashed and cramped wordlessly around him for a moment as he moaned.

“More,” he snarled deeply, but you were barely able to answer, overwhelmed as he continued to fuck you without a break.

“Mine,” he snarled, “mine, mine mine”

Each thrust was hard and deep, your poor pussy filled without hesitation, your fingers almost numb from holding onto his clothes so hard as you mewled, a mess of words leaving you whenever you managed to catch your breathe.

“Yes, yours ghost, please, more!”

He leant down over you, almost bending you over, legs in the air as he snarled, spit dripping from his exposed mouth.

“Mine to breed and fuck,” he was gone to, your dark desires twisting together lovingly, your eyes having a wordless conversation.

“Yes yes yes, breed me,” you felt desperate, overwhelmed and yet you wanted more so badly, “give me more Ghost, fill me, please, you won, I’m yours I’m yours —-“

You came again, screaming as your body was overwhelmed, orgasm rushing through you, like fireworks exploding after their long way up into the darkness — and finally he came too, fucking your through your own as well as his own orgasm. It felt like it went on forever, leaving you shaking afterwards, both having to catch your breath.

His lips were a little dry as he kissed you, still inside you even as he softened, but you didn’t mind one bit, happily kissing back.

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[Bratty boomers. Time: 9:00 am]

Bailey: friends!!! Look at my lingerie that my sergeant got me!!!!🥰👙

Blue: omg

Bee: fuck me

Bunny: omg !!! You look so hot 🥵

Badger: holy shit !!

Bailey: Ty lovelies <333

Badger: fuck I want new underwear now

Bunny: aw me too!! 

Bailey: go buy some!! All of my soldiers go feral for it 🥰<3

Bunny: I’m out of panties soon too, my captain keeps taking mine 💀

Blue: omg so does my LT!!!

Bee: you look fucking hot Bailey, I could eat you

Bailey: <33 get in line

Bee: slut <33

Bailey: always for you <33

Badger: get a roommm

Blue: if they get a room, I wanna watch 

Bunny: hell yeah

Badger: we gotta go on a vacation at some point, I swear

Badger: we gotta share all our juicy experiences 

Blue: we’re gonna fuck like rabbits 

Bunny: you mean like bunnies <33

You looked at the picture that Bailey had attached, a mirror selfie with a nice lingerie set and high heels that matched in color. The sight made you bite your lips, the urge to buy some lingerie yourself was growing.

You had the money for it now too, earning a nice salary and you didn’t need to pay for apartments or food - besides, you had already paid a nice good chunk of your debt off. The thing was however, looking on lingerie online was nice and good - but you preferred actually trying it on in person.

You were in the common room, smiling at the picture, pulled from your private thoughts from lingerie when Gaz appeared behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“That’s a real’ pretty set, Bunny,” he mused, making you hum in agreement.

“I - can I go to a nearby city at some point? And shop?”

Gaz’s arms circled your waist, pulling you close, letting out a pleased sigh.

“Sure, we can make a lil trip out of it.”

“Where are we goin’?” Soap asked, appearing in the door, making you huff.

“To town. Wanna shop.”

“Gonna buy some pretty lingerie?” Gaz teased and you could feel yourself blush a little, nodding, watching how it made Soap grin.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Ay wan’a tae see ye in a bonnie set or two.” He mused happily, already pulling his phone up to presumably text Price and Ghost about the plans, “we’re gonna steal a car.”

So you all did, taking a bit black SUV and then you were leaving the base for the first time in months. Soap and Gaz were bickering like an old couple in the front while you chilled in the bag, messaging with the BB’s who demanded pictures of the sets you got.

The town nearby wasn’t giant but you didn’t mind. There was a small shopping centre that had a lingerie shop.

The staff was looking a little as you appeared with two men in tow, who were clearly military and trying on lingerie, letting them see your sets while you wore them. You knew it might seem a little odd from an outsider's standpoint but you couldn’t make yourself care. Besides, the staff seemed happy to bring you set after set.

In the end you settled on 5 different sets, some with stockings and garter belts, one even with a matching choker. A thin see-through nightgown, that made Soap whimper. As well as a couple of extra panties, since a lot of yours had a tendency to disappear - Price was the main suspect in your investigation.

You let out an embarrassed sound when Gaz asked if you could keep the last set on after paying for it, which made Soap laugh and you mumbled an apology shyly at the staff member who had helped you, but she seemed happy enough, given the amount of stuff you had gotten. You paid and when you left, the men happily carried your two bags, before demanding that you would need some nice clothes to wear too.

You got a nice summer dress in another shop, a dark blue with cute small sunflowers embroidered into the fabric, as well as a couple of skirts and shirts. Gaz paid, despite your attempts at paying himself, so you kissed him lovingly afterwards, until Soap whined like an attention starved puppy, receiving some kisses himself.

The two men treated you to lunch afterwards, demanding to be able to spoil you.

“We dinnae have a ton of things to spend our money on, lass, let us spoil ye silly.”

Lunch was nice, Soap teasing you lovingly beneath the table, strong hand on your thigh, making you blush, since the place was fancy.

On the way home, Soap drove – which was more than fine for you, because you had lured Gaz to sit in the back with you, kissing the man silly, his hands roaming all over you, and you had planned to continue doing so, hadn’t Soap suddenly pulled off the bigger road road, into a smaller one, with trees  surrounding you, pulling off the road completely then, parking.

Which was how you found yourself on your hands and knees, Gaz fucking you from behind, making your eyes roll up as he hit all the right places, while Soap was fucking your throat. They had pulled the dress off you, so that they could see the nice lingerie, Gaz merely having pushed the fabric of the panties a little to the side, so that he could slide his cock in.

You knew you all technically had a curfew, but you didn’t really care, ready to take the consequences, because Gaz’s cock was stretching your pussy so nicely, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix; Soap’s hard cock in your throat, making you drool and gag once in a while.

There was going to be a little mess in the car, but it was definitely worth it. Especially as both of the men pushed in fully at the same time, cutting off your air supply, you couldn’t see them like this but you could hear them and feel them both lean forward, meeting in the middle, kissing and making out while they filled you from both ends.

You somehow came like that; gurgling around Soap’s cock, tensing and tightening around Gaz’.

Gaz fucked you harder as Soap pulled out, letting your breathe while he cooed at you, saying how pretty you were in the lingerie sets and clothes they had bought you, how happy they were that you did this, how Gaz was an absolute beauty of a mess, just from fucking you.

Gaz came with a loud groan, thrusting a few harder times into you, filling you with his cum; it made your toes curl and eyes roll back again. 

Soap turned you around impressively easy, not that it really surprised you, that man’s biceps were bigger than your head, turning you towards him, his cock entering you just a moment later. You cooed while he fucked you hard, your hand’s in his cute mohawk, telling him to fill you up too, for his cum to join Gaz.

Ghost and Price were waiting for the three of you in the parking lot.

You winced. 

“Bloody hell,” Gaz muttered.

“We are nae even that late,” Soap added, while you huffed.

Price had his fucking arms crossed. Your toes curled. Hopefully your new lingerie could result in a little distraction.

Soap sheepishly parked next to them and you only managed to open the door to the car, Ghost on you, caging you inside it, only your feet hanging from the seat.

“It stinks of sex in here,” he cooed darkly, slightly accusatory, fully taking your attention away from Price who was scolding Soap and Gaz.

You bit your bottom lip. 

“I got new lingerie,” you said then, “we had to break it in.”

Ghost chuckled darkly. 

“You’re all so fuckin’ insatiable,” he said darkly, “So is their cum dripping out from your pretty little cunt now, princess?”

A whimper left you as you nodded, ashamed as Ghost crowded you a little more, keeping you hidden from the parking lot, taking a hold of your dress and pulling it up, exposing your panties - then a hand pushed you into your back harshly. 

You whined as he laughed. There was a wet spot on your new panties, from their cum dripping.

“Get inside, Bunny,” Ghost then cooed. He patted your hip.

“My office, in ten minutes,” Price added behind Ghost, who then helped you up and out of the car. A whine left you, knowing you might be in trouble, but it was still worth it.

“I’ll help you with your bags,” Gaz offered, sweetheart as he was.

There definitely weren't any other motives behind it. Not at all… It was a pure accident that you ended up on your back, Gaz’ mouth on you, making you whine - “I havee - ah - Gaz! I have to see Price soon!”

“Can’t have you be all dirty when you see him, can I, Mommy?” he laughed, before stopping fully, realizing what he had just called you. He looked like a deer caught in the lights of a car on a road, clearly absolutely horrified with how you would react. You blinked, rather surprised yourself, but also surprised how it made you clench around nothing.

Mommy.

“Call me that again,” you demanded softly, voice not that loud.

Gaz looked shy . Who would have known he had a mommy kink? You couldn’t even remember if it had been one of his top five kinks, but oh how you were going to use it, if his reactions were like this.

“ mommy ” He whispered again, voice a little shaky.

“Fuck, Gaz -” you moaned, “please fuck me again, fuck mommy, please please–”

You didn’t really have to beg for long; you had already come several times in the car, but you didn’t care, moaning and mewling desperately as Gaz fucked you, meeting with Price completely forgotten. His shy whimpers of bunny and mommy, it did something to you that you couldn’t explain. 

Gaz’s thrusts were much quicker this time, much more desperate as he whined like a little whore, biting your shoulder, making the bed creak a little.

He came with a loud moan, small half-slurred mommy s leaving him, as if he was drunk on your pussy, one of his hands quickly moving to play with your clit. It barely took anything before you were coming around his softening cock, making both of you moan.

You laid together then, next to each other.

“I’m going to be late,” you said out loud, realizing it yourself, making Gaz chuckle. 

“I’m not complaining,” He answered, sitting up, smiling at you.

“yeah because you’re not getting your ass spanked for it.” You muttered, making Gaz chuckle, “I’m going to tell on you, blame you, you know.”

“i’ll happily take the blame,” Gaz almost sounded proud, “c’mon then, lets get ya’ over to the boss-man.”

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Gaz abandoned you outside Price’s office , like the coward he was, saying he had training to go to. Bloody winking at you too. You flipped him off and cursed him out before turning to the door to knock. You only needed to do so twice, two quick knocks, before you regretted it.

“ Come in.” 

You felt weak in your knees just from those two words.

It wasn’t that you were actually afraid of Price. Fuck no. Quite the opposite. You just knew you were in trouble, for being later back from the trip than planned and now for being 15 minutes late to a meeting with him. You opened the door, stepping in and closing it behind you.

“Lock it.”

He didn’t even look at you. You did so, swallowing a bit of spit nervously. Then you turned to him again. He was smoking, watching you unashamedly now, annoyance and disappointment clear in his face.

You figured you might as well beat him to it.

“I’m sorry for being late, sir.” You said, trying your best to sound innocent, sitting down on the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Didn’t mean to, hm?” He mocked, blowing out some smoke, like a dangerous dragon, considering whether or not to play with its prey, “do you have a good reason at least, Bunny?”

You bit your lip. Shy about saying the word mommy aloud again but also for outing Gaz’s kink, though you doubted he would mind.

“Or were you just busy being our little barracks bunny, hm?” 

You felt yourself get wet from the words. But still, you needed to defend yourself.

“Gaz called me mommy.”

John was silent for a moment at your blunt answer, clearly surprised too - then an amused smile crept onto his face, that turned into a hungry one almost, casually taking another drag of the cigar. You watched his lips, watched the way the smoke escaped. He looked like some sort of villain like this, behind his desk, smoking.

“Did he now ?” His tone was a little darker than before, “and pray tell, Bunny, did you like being called mommy?”

You felt shy, but nodded, toes curling a little in your slippers. Even though you and Gaz had just had sex with the word being said several times, saying it out like this was still odd.

“Verbal.”

“Yes sir,” you answered then, voice not that loud, “liked it a lot. Didn’t… I didn’t realize how much I would like it.”

John let out a pleased hum.

“So you were busy with our sweet boy?”

You nodded, but as his eyebrows rose you remembered the command earlier, “yes sir. He, uh, only meant to eat me out. Said I should be clean when I got to you. But then he called me mommy and well…”

“ Well ?”

“Well I got distracted and lost track of time… sir.”

Price let out a huff.

“Let’s be professional first and then I’ll take care of you being late,” he finally said, before taking another drag, pulling a paper out from a file.

“It’s kind of standard really. We just need to hear how you’re doing.” He added, smiling much more gentle than before, not super sexual this time, “do you like being here, Bunny?”

You smiled softly back at him, “a lot, I’m… I’m really happy to be here.”

After the proper professional conversation part of this meeting ended, you had hoped you would have been forgiven - or that Price had forgotten your lateness.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, standing up, abandoning the cigar in the ashtray, and you got up too instinctively, thinking for a moment - perhaps naively - that the two of you were going somewhere, “bend over the table, dress up.”

Ah. He didn’t forget then. You pressed your thighs together for a moment, hesitating even as you felt your pussy getting wetter. As if you hadn’t come several times already. Hell, you were going to dehydrate at some point - could you even dehydrate from too many orgasms? You figured you might at least beco—

“ Bunny .” Your eyes flickered up to watch him and oh, Price was folding up his sleeves, exposing those nice hairy, thick arms of his.

You let out a little sound, so needy you weren’t even sure where it came from.

“Told you to bend over, didn’t I?”

“Yes sir, sorry sir,” you whispered, before moving, pulling your dress up over your hips, bending over the desk, exposing your new lingerie set. A pleased hum left him as he stepped closer, fingers running along your skin and the fabric gently.

“You know,” he casually began, resting his hand on your rear, your cunt clenching around nothing for just a moment, “I should really punish you harder than this, shouldn’t I? I haven’t even started yet, but you were late not once, no, but twice today. ”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimpered, earning yourself a hum from him, as he squeezed one of your ass cheeks gently.

“Don’t think I’m Sir right now, am I, darling?”

You swallowed, eyes fluttering close for a moment.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“That’s better,” he agreed, before casually continuing, “you know, maybe I shouldn’t allow you to come for two days.”

“ What ??” You snapped, instantly raising up, a strong hand pushing you down to hide your face in your arms on the table once again, “but daddy—“

“Sssh,” he interrupted, gently pulling down your panties, pushing them so they were around your knees, “it’s okay darlin’, you had a good excuse. Takin’ such good care of my men, eh? Being a good bunny to them.”

A little mewl left you, nodding a little into your arms, feeling your toes curl.

“Now, since you were 15 minutes late, you’ll get 15 spanks. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered dutifully.

Price let out a pleased hum, making you repeat your safeword system out loud, before the first slap.

The second slap wasn't so bad either and for a moment you thought you could get through it without any problems. You felt as if your cunt was dripping by now and you were barely that far in, yet you already considered begging Price to fuck you.

The third slap was alright too - but at the fifth one you let out a small displeased sound as he hit a good spot.

“Daddy,” you whined, looking over your shoulder at him as he merely raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” Not impressed at all, looking like your interruption was a bother. 

You wanted his hand so badly in between your legs.

“Hurts,” you whined, “please - fuck me instead?”

Price let out a huff, somehow managing to make it both demeaning and amused at the same time.

“Aw, really?” He asked mockingly - and then his hand spanked your ass thrice in a row, quickly and hard, making you wail and twist on the table, a small stream of begging leaving your mouth.

“It’s supposed to hurt, mommy, ” he growled into your ear, having leant over your after the last hit, his clothed cock pressing against your bare ass, “daddy has to teach mommy a lesson, doesn’t he?”

You let out what sounded like a mixture of a moan and a cry at his words. Your cunt felt like it was hurting, needing to be filled by him.

“Please - fuck, daddy, please please!”

He hushed you gently before straightening up again - with one hand pressing your head down, the other went to town hitting your poor ass and upper thighs again, making you cry and twist a little. He even slapped your pussy twice too, softer but it still made you jolt, the slaps sounding much much more wet.

You might be distracted by being in pain and turned on at the same time, but you still knew how to count somewhat.

“Daddy it’s over fifteen, please, daddy, please—“ he hushed you despite your begging, giving your ass a hard slap more.

“You were late with Gaz and Soap too, weren’t you, mommy?” He asked and the realization made you sob. You weren’t even sure if you were properly upset or just painfully turned on.

“Now take the last ones like a good girl, hm?” He asked and you didn’t get to answer before his hand was spanking you again, leaving behind burning red hand prints.

You could barely answer as he massaged your poor red cheeks, watching how red they were. 

“Color?”

You sniffed but managed to get out a small “green, daddy.”

“You’re doing so well sweetheart,” he cooed gently, “it will be over soon and then daddy will fuck you, yeah?”

You nodded into your arms, hiding your face - but he then kissed the top of your head before he pulled back, one hand pressing down on your lower back and then the other delivered a sharp hit, making you cry out in pain and try to twist away on instinct.

It was only the hand on your lower back that kept you from getting up and away, the next hit making you rise onto your toes.

“Daddy~” you whined but he just shushed you, sharper than before - and then began to hit your ass without any pause. There wasn’t really a pattern to his movement, some hit one ass cheek, then the other, some the upper parts of your poor thighs, making it rather difficult to stay still. You were whimpering, tears dripping from your eyes, a little drool from your mouth as each spank felt like an echo throughout your body.

You barely noticed when he stopped, his hands resting on both your ass cheeks now, whispering gentle shushing words, praise mixed in with them.

“How are you doing, momma?” He asked gently, hand sliding up under your dress, gently caressing your back.

“Please,” you whined, “please daddy, I behaved, please~”

“Sssssh,” one of his hands slid down between your legs and oh, you had barely realized how wet you were, twitching as he touched your cunt, “such a good girl, taking her punishment so well.”

You let out an agreeable whimper, making Price chuckle, one of his thick fingers pressing in between your folds, coating itself your slick. You moaned gently at the feeling, making the older man behind you chuckle.

“Like that?”

“Please, yes,” you just answered, “please daddy!”

He pulled away his finger and you cried, moving one of your hands to grab onto it and keep it where you wanted it - only to be stopped by Price; “no no, both hands on the desk young lady - ssshh don’t worry, I’m not leaving baby.”

At the sound of his belt buckle and then a short moment later, the zip of his pants, you let out a needy mewl.

“That’s right, daddy got you.”

His cock pushed in between your folds, gently forcing its way into you, making your eyes roll back. Despite the way your entire ass and thighs were burning, his cock felt like heaven.

“Fuuuuck~” you moaned as he carefully bottomed out, “fuck that fels so nice, daddy!”

A deep chuckle left him as he continued to push, his skin pressing against yours a short moment later, mailking you blabber out a few words, drool dripping onto the desk, no doubt ruining a paper or two.

“Does that feel good mommy?” He asked, voice a little strained as he pulled back and then thrusted fully inside you again, your skins colliding and making you moan.

“Yess,” you managed, voice slurred, almost feeling like you were floating.

“You’re doing so well,” he cooed, repeating his movement, your skin slapping together for a short moment, “so good mommy~”

You moaned out loud, his cock hitting all the right places, clenching around him.

“Should I breed you, hm? Make you a proper mommy?”

You cried out as he asked while fucking into you even harder, thrusting so hard it was making the desk move a little, words unable to make any sense as he grunted.

“Yeah I think I’ll do that - breed you every day until you’re swollen with my kid, huh? Want that mommy? Does mommy like daddy fucking her?”

You could only mewl in reply, words not being able to form in your mouth, his cock making nothing but sinful sounds leaving you; it wasn’t like you could focus on anything but the feeling, absentmindedly clenching around his cock every time he called you mommy. There was something dirty about daddy fucking mommy, in a way you couldn’t quite explain. 

Every thrust was filled with pleasure and every time your skin slapped together it was with the stinging pain from the spanking, making everything too much in your body.

You came with a loud whimper that turned into a soundless scream as you twitched, nails sinking into the desk beneath you; only a second later Price came too, filling you up. 

“Ughhh, fuuuck, that’s a good girl, fuck,” he groaned deeply, grinding into you just a few more times, “you feel so good, mommy.”

A small needy “ daddy” left you as you panted, sweating slightly, a small pool of drool on the table next to you that you ignored.

Gentle kisses came down on your neck and a few on your shoulder, Price staying inside of you, hands moved to rest of each side of your head. 

You tilted your head to the side, looking up at him with a small smile. He nuzzled against your face gently and despite the awkward angle, you managed to share a few kisses. It was moments like these you wished you could keep, but it was as if filming it wouldn’t be enough, the moment and feeling would always slip through your fingers. So you enjoyed it the best you could. Sated, close, safe.

“I have a present for you,” Price gently whispered into your ear, making you smile.

“If it’s your cock, I need another five minutes.”

That got a laugh out of him and he straightened his back, tussling your hair for a short moment.

“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, knowing it would happen, yet a small whimper still left you as he did so - the feeling of cum slowly tickling out of you, which would only double once you stood up. As you felt his hands near your panties around your knees, you stood up, “but your not stealing these panties!”

A displeased gruff left him as you looked down at him over your shoulder, squatting down behind you, pouting like a child told he couldn’t have another cookie.

“But they’re pretty,” he argued, almost as if he was ready to bargain, “I’ll get you some new ones.”

“No, you pervert,” you chastised in a teasing voice, slapping one of his hands away to grap into the panties yourself and pull them up, “these are new.”

It was amusing to see him stand up with a pout, but his hands slid over your body, helping you pull down the dress, knowing his cum would be dripping into your panties were apparently good enough too. 

“Want your present?” He asked gently, kissing your cheek, before pulling you along behind his desk. He pulled you down to sit in his lap and you settled with a pleased little sigh. You watched him reach into a drawer pulling out a flat jewelry looking box which made you blink. He was smiling, offering it to you, but you could see a certain amount of nervousness in him. 

“You don’t have to wear it or anything it’s just - well…” Price just gestured with his hand towards the box, muttering a small, “well, one of our muppets mentioned a website and I fell down a rabbit hole, didn’t I?”

You opened the box, eyes flickering down to look at the content that made Price ramble on, eyes widening at the sight.

The collar was black leather, with a soft teddy-like fabric sewn inside to make it softer, a couple of small rhinestones in the middle of the collar all around, a D-ring in front, with a dog tag on it - heart shaped. You turned it carefully in your hand.

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It was ridiculous how it made you want to break into tears. Price kept rambling in the background about getting it changed if you wanted a different collar or maybe design, that some of the others had their own collars, that you didn’t have to wear it outside their bedroom — you held the box a little to the side, leaning forward to kiss him. That did indeed shut the man up, a pleased sound leaving him.

“Will you put it on me?” You asked when you broke the kiss, making the captain grin.

“Bloody hell, I would love to sweetheart,” he muttered back, stealing another kiss from you, “I take that as a ‘I like it’.”

“No I don’t like it - I love it.”

You settled properly in his lap afterwards, his hand resting on your reddened ass, your head resting on his shoulder as you half-napped on him, while he continued to look at his paperwork - now with the feeling of a collar around your neck, marking you.

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You were making cookies in the little common room that the task force shared, shifting between reading the recipe on the phone and doing what it said. It has been a while since you had baked and the team had just returned home from an almost week long mission, so you figured it would be nice for them. 

Soap was watching some television show, finally having shut up after babbling for 20 minutes straight. Gaz was chatting gently with you about baking and the mission, Price sipping his tea and reading the newspaper - who even read newspapers anymore?? If he tried to seem older than he was, he was succeeding.

Gaz had already tasted the dough twice despite your attempts at stopping him, given the fact that there was raw eggs in it, but he somehow managed to sneak a bite anyways, earning a slap over the wrist from you.

“Price,” you whined, “do something about him.”

Price didn’t even lower his stupid newspaper, “and pray tell, what exactly am I supposed to do about it?”

“I don’t know, tell him to stop? You’re his Captain,” you said, sending Gaz a pout as the man dared to wink at you, that little brat, “c’mon daddy, spank him or something.”

Soap snorted from the couch, not even turning his head to look at you.

Finally Price looked up from the newspaper, raising an eyebrow. 

“I didn’t realize you were in the position to decide who I punish, Bunny,” his voice a little darker, eyes a little intense as they watched you, making you squirm a little, happy there was a kitchen isle in between you, “now, get back to your baking, sweet girl. And behave, Gaz.”

“Yes sir,” Gaz said smugly, grinning, as Price raised his newspaper again. Old man.

“Brat,” you mumbled at Gaz, “I’ll take you over my knee later.” 

“Would love to see it, mommy,” Gaz replied.

“Can it.” Price mumbled.

“Yeah, can it,” Soap dared to say over from the couch, where he was in safety, “I’m tryin’ tae watch real housewives.”

You snorted at his comment, rolling your eyes, since you felt like the dough you were making was more important than his ridiculous reality show - but you shut up, shooting Gaz an angry look before beginning to divide the dough into small balls, so they could go into the oven.

Just a few moments later Ghost pushed open the door to the room, greeting all of you with a grunt. He gave Soap a small smooch on the way inside, since the Scot made grabby arms towards him, making him whine afterwards about Ghost stinking of cigarettes. Earning him another grunt from Ghost, who clearly didn’t give a shit.

“Do you like cookies?” You asked him, pointing towards your three bowels, “I’m making three different kinds, chocolate cookies, white chocolate and cranberry coo—“

You didn’t get any further in your explanation, his hands on you so suddenly you let out a loud yelp, upper body getting pushed down onto the kitchen counter. A small cloud of flour filled the air for a second, while you felt your body be pressed down against the table- the dough was pressed against your skin or clothes, making you groan.

“Ghost, what the fuuuck oh my go—” your anger was strongly distracted by the tongue that pressed against your thin panties, Ghost merely having pulled up his mask a little and your pants down. A strong hand rested on your back as a reminder, while the other hand hooked itself to your panties, pulling them down, mouth on your cunt barely a millisecond later.

A desperate mewl left you as you finally opened your eyes, that you hadn’t even realized that you had closed, cheek pressed against the table - and some of the dough. It was as you blinked and realized that there was dough in your hair -  and saw Price and Gaz staring, that you were reminded of what you were actually doing. 

“Simon,” you hissed, pulling yourself together and raising your upper body a little, palms on the kitchen counter- only to be answered with a growl and then a sharp bite to your ass.

“Ghost for fucks sake, I’m getting dough every whe-aaaa-“

The first of his fingers were joined by a second and curled, rubbing that good spot inside you, making you mewl out loudly, arms shaking a little - and then he rose behind you, letting his fingers stay, as he continued to fuck you on them, plastering himself over your back, huffing into your neck.

His lips ran over the collar around your neck; they had all been desperate to touch it when they first saw you wearing it. Ghost in particular, liking the fact that he could pull the D-ring in the front.

You didn’t even need to look over at Price or Gaz to know they were watching and even though Soap was saying “quit ye fuckin’, I cannae hear my show,” he was probably watching too. The hand he wasn’t fucking you with slid beneath your shirt at the front, nudging their way beneath your bra, palming one of your tits. 

“D’you like that, pretty girl?” He growled into your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the words and the feeling of his breath, “hm? Such a mess -“ he upped his pace, making you twist a little beneath him, “what’s your colour, baby?”

“Green! Green green green, you absolutely arsehole I’m gonna fuck you up!” You snapped, trying to twist free of his grip for a moment; only for his fingers to pull out of your pussy, returning with a sharp spank onto your poor cunt.

It made you cry out, but calm a little, feeling tears well up in your eyes, as the third finger was added, stretching your poor pussy. The lewd wet sounds of your juices only drowned a little by Soap’s stupid show that was somehow still playing. Your eyelashes fluttered as you moaned and whined, eyes then looking around again. 

Price’s newspaper was fully abandoned on the table, instead he was watching you intensely, a dark look in his eyes - one of his hands was beneath the counter and the idea of him touching himself making you clench around Ghost’s fingers. Gaz was grinning, head resting on his folded hands, watching you being used by Ghost however he wanted.

It wasn’t like them watching you getting fucked was anything new at this point but you were a little mess and you knew, covered in cookie dough at different places, pants pulled down and being fingerfucked by Ghost who was quite bigger than yourself.

Then Ghost pulled your body back a little, forcing you to grip onto the edge of the counter, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine, small needy begs leaving you - and then the whole world spun, as he merely turned you over, as if he suddenly changed his mind about your position and decided not to ask. Before you knew what was happening his hands were lifting you up onto the counter, laying you down and you tried ignoring the feeling of the dough sinking into your shirt beneath you. Then the sounds of his belt opening made you whine and Gaz chuckle. It was all so chaotic yet heated that you didn’t care, desperate for the other.

“Be nice to her, Simon,” Price casually said while watching the two of you, though he didn’t seem like he actually meant it, the masked man just answering with an aggressive growl - and then he plunged into you with no warning, making you wail out loud.

He gave you just a couple of seconds of mercy, cock fully inside you, filling you up, your pussy barely getting used to the feeling before he pulled out again.

Then he set the pace. The counter was hard beneath your back, hair getting flour and dough mixed into it, your fingers on one hand gripping his shirt, the other the edge of the counter, holding on for dear life.

“Ngh Gho-Ghost,” you mewled as he fucked you relentlessly, hand pressing down on your stomach, feeling the way his cock forced itself into your body, pleased and dark growls leaving him - it felt so good, your toes curling and body shaking but something was different than you had tried before. It was almost as if you were going to pee and the idea made you want to die of shame, “Sir, no - ah, stop - I gotta - ah ah ah - I gotta pee, aaa—”

A dark growl left him in reply as he didn’t answer, merely fucking you a little faster, making you feel delirious; you were so close to the edge, yet you felt so weird, making you want to cry, your body shaking and muscles not cooperating. It felt so good and overwhelming, like nothing you had tried before.

“Ghost - sir - sir sir - I’m - stop~”“ 

“C’mon slut,” he snarled darkly, in between his dark pants, “you gotta cum for m’ first, then I’ll let you go, c’mon c’mon—“

The scream that left you was high pitched and long, as some strange feeling overtook you, forcing Simon’s cock out - you felt the release that had pained you earlier as well as the orgasmic bliss, making you see stars for a moment. Your entire body was twitching and shaking, warm hands holding you somewhat still on the counter. When it finally stopped your body didn’t stop shaking, breath stuttering in and out of your chest.

Then it hit you what had just happened. There was complete silence in the room, besides yours and Ghost’s loud breathing - as well as the sound of your juices dripping down onto the floor.

“Did… ye just squirt?” Soap asked - and when had he even turned off his show? - but the question did make the realization hit even harder. You had indeed just squirted, your juices even having made a spot on the shirt Ghost still wore, his cock and thighs glistening with juice, his eyes big as they rested on your puffy, literally dripping wet cunt. 

You felt horrified, knowing your eyes were wide and mouth slightly open as you sat up a little more, while the remaining waves of pleasure still dragged your body along.

Embarrassment overwhelmed you for just a second.

“Fuck - I’m sorry - I’ve never don—“ you didn’t get any further with your apology, Ghost leaning forward to kiss you, his cock not pushing into you, but rutting against your sensitive cunt instead, in between your soaked, sensitive folds, making you mewl into his mouth from the overstimulation. His hands tightened their grips on your soft thighs.

“Fuck that was hot,” Ghost groaned in between two kisses, “fuck - fuck Bunny you gotta do that again, I’m gonna make you do that again.”

“I just came in my pants,” Gaz whispered, making Price chuckle, reaching out for his sergeant while you were distracted by the sound of the couch rustling as Soap appeared at the corner of your eyes. 

“Ye gotta do that again, LT, I dinnae see it properly,” the Scot agreed with a hungry grin, making you whine as Ghost rutted against you faster, his cock which was still hard, pressing against your sensitive cunt, teasing your clit. The lewd wet noises that filled the room were loud and made waves of pleasure lick along your spine, even as you realized they wanted it again.

“Again?” You asked in disbelief, small whines escaping you as Ghost continued to rut against you, “I’ve never - ah - tried that before, I don’t know how again —”“

Ghost let out a pleased growl, one hand moving to guide his cock inside you once more.

“Don’t worry love,” he mused, smiling down at you, his scarred lips stretched, “we will figure out how to make it happen again.”

It was probably going to go to his ego, you figured at the sound of the confidence in his voice, but you honestly couldn’t have cared less. There was going to be a mess in the kitchen, both from your baking the cookies, which were all over your clothes and body by now, but also from squirting apparently. Since when has your body even been able to do that?

There was no mercy however - if Ghost was fucking you before, he was absolutely pounding you by now, making you mewl and twist.

It took a good moment before it happened again, but this time Ghost pulled back fully so the men could watch, continuously slapping your cunt with his cock, somehow making the squirting continue for a little while more. You were shaking and twisting on the floor from the overstimulation, feeling hands holding you down onto it.

If he hadn’t been holding onto you, you would simply just have slid down from the counter onto the floor, but his hands were on you, gentle. You let out a whimper as he pushed inside you again, cooing at you as you whined from being too over sensitive.

“Sssh, it’s okay, Bunny, just need to come inside you, don’t I, sweetheart?” You whined but nodded at his words, closing your eyes in pleasure as he bullied his cock inside your cunt again.

It took one long shower afterwards to get you clean, Gaz and Soap happy to help get the cookie dough out of your hair. Some of the dough in the kitchen could be salvaged at least, having still been in the bowl when Ghost got you. 

Price and Ghost made the rest of the cookies even though Price muttered about not knowing how to bake - so you were strongly distracted by the other two giant men in the shower.

Said shower was almost too small, which was ridiculous. But they helped you with your hair - and peppered your body with kisses, making sure your hair was all dough clean before letting you out again.

Ghost helped you into the harness, helping you strap it nicely, so it was secure and wouldn’t run your skin wrong, hands unashamedly running along your soft fat, giving your hips and stomach a squeeze now and again.

“C’mon then,” he growled, giving your ass a slap that made you yelp and send him a stare, while he just winked at you, “lemme show you how to fuck Johnny.”

Johnny was cute like this, truly; arms tied behind his back, on his knees, with his lap resting in Price’s lap. Price was sitting on your bed, propped against the headboard, smoking a cigar while Gaz was sitting next to him, a grin on his face. Soap mewled, spreading his legs a little move, trying to look at you over his shoulder - but Price’s free hand gently grabbed his hair and pushed him down again, making his cheek rest against Price’s thigh.

“Pleaseee,” Soap whined, “I cannae wait an—“

“Be a good boy, Soap,” Price said, patting his head, “Bunny needs to learn how to fuck you nicely, doesn’t she?”

Soap whined as you settled on the bed behind him, Simon behind you, guiding you along.

Soap had already come just a few moments before, yet he was already hard and needy again, whining about getting fucked once more. Because you had just watched Price fuck him, mercilessly pounding into the ass that was now red, the grip on Soap’s Mohawk tight as he made Soap wail and twist beneath him. It had been a beautiful sight, truly hot, Gaz touching you while both of you watched; seeing how Price’s strong thighs flexed, how his hairy body collided with Soap’s slightly smoother one. Soap had moaned and whined, switching between daddy and Sir, while Price had called him a good boy. Praising him, saying how proud they were of him, how well he took daddy’s cock. It had made Soap blush with embarrassment and twist, Price’s hands only digging harder into his hips.

And now you were here, on the bed behind Soap, Ghost behind you, watching Soap’s red ass.

“Part his cheeks, Bunny,” Ghost instructed into your ear and you did so, a small whimper leaving you at the sight of Soaps puffy hole, glistening with lube and a bit of Price’s cum running down from it.

“Please hen, please—” Soap’s begging was muffled by Gaz sticking three fingers into his mouth, making the Scot shut up.

“Press the tip against it,” Ghost continued, “notice how it can just slide in.”

The strap on dildo looked slightly ridiculous; pink and glittery, but thick and long. You hadn’t been the one to choose it, Soap had himself. You were just happy to oblige.

The head of it pressed against Soap’s hole as you kept a steady grip on his ass, a small whine leaving him as the tip began to sink in.

You felt as if you were hypnotized as you watched it, unable to look away, a small “holy fuckkkk” leaving you, making Ghost chuckle behind you. The dildo sank a couple of inches into him without much resistance, a deep moan leaving Soap, only slightly muted from Gaz’s fingers in his mouth. Price’s hand was gently petting his head, smoking with the other hand, clearly pleased with the entire situation.

With encouragement from Ghost you rolled your hips a little more forward, watching how the cock, your cock, sank deeper into Soap, making him moan more high pitched again - a small moan leaving you as well.

“That’s a good girl,” Ghost muttered darkly behind you, “c’mon, fuck Johnny all nicely with that cock of yours.”

Sounds left the both of you, but you did as you were told, fingers grabbing onto his hips, sinking a little into his skin, before you pulled your hips back, watching the cock pull out a couple of inches — then back in again, much to the delight of Soap, who was moaning and shaking slightly, trying to push back against you to take more of the cock.

You barely realized you were doing it, before the sound of your hand connecting with his ass filled the room. “Lemme set the pace,” you muttered and the sound that left Soap was sinful. It made all the others chuckle, Soap nodding, gurgling a little around Gaz’ fingers, who was looking quite turned on as well, dazed eyes watching where the two of you connected.

“Yeah, Bunny,” Price cooed, “you can put the puppy in his place, that’s alright.”

Not too soon after, you set a pace. Soap was a moaning mess beneath you and as you fucked him, small sounds leaving you too at the sight, you wondered if this is what it was like to fuck you; imagined you could feel how he was on the inside. It made your toes curl.

Soap’s cock swung between his legs with each of your thrusts, Ghost’s warm body behind you, his hands having found their way to your sides. They sank into your skin, forcing your thrusts harder into Soap now and again.

You fucked Soap for a while, listening to him beg and whine beneath you, Ghost leaning over to spank his as now and again and while you might not be able to feel him, you could feel how it made his hole tighten around the cock.

Soap came hard and suddenly, Ghost making you fuck him through it, until the Scot was mewling and wailing beneath you.

Your pussy was dripping, but you barely cared, kissing along Soaps spine for just a moment before you pulled out.

Later when you were all cleaned up and tugged in, Soap was behind you, spooned closely up to you; muttering words you barely understood, but it didn’t matter, it just felt right.

It took a couple of days before Gaz appeared in the door, grinning so much you figured it must hurt, Ghost behind him - and the big man wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“LT has a request, sweetheart,” Gaz cooed after the door was closed and locked, his hands sneaking around your waist as he pressed himself to your back, head resting on your shoulder, a sweet chuckle in your ear. You could feel his hardness pressing against your ass, making you want to roll your hips, but you focused for now.

“A request?” You repeated, looking over at Ghost who was leaning against the door, arms crossed, trying to look tough - but he still refused to look at you.

Was he… shy?

“What’s the request, Ghostie?” You asked teasingly, only earning eye contact with him for a short moment, as well as an annoyed grunt. Even in that short moment, you could see the darkness in his eyes.

“He wanted me to ask,” Gaz said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “our big bad Ghost is shyyy.”

“Watch it, Garrick.” Ghost growled.

Gaz’s hands began to wander, down along your abdomen and grabbing your hips, while he kissed you a few times all over your neck and shoulder.

“He wants you to fuck him, Bunny,” Gaz whispered darkly, “wants you to be in charge. He has been insatiable ever since he saw you fuck Soap.”

A small sound left your throat, your cunt getting wetter with each word, embarrassingly fast - you were afraid it was going to soak your panties before you even got going.

You watched Ghost with what felt like a new hunger inside you. A part of you had never expected this - sure you had teased him, but you hadn’t seen him bottom ever. Or really, not be in charge. Ghost was always in charge.

“Please,” you barely recognised your own voice, “yes, please please—“

“Sssh,” Gaz hushed you, a small chuckle leaving him.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you? Fuck ghost all nicely with your cock?”

You nodded, a small “uh-huh” leaving you as Gaz gently kissed your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He was clearly here to help you take charge and you didn’t mind one but.

“Tell him what to do, princess,” he whispered, “you’re in control, yeah? Can make him do whatever you want, he knows how to safeword.”

It took a couple of seconds before you spoke.

“Get on your knees,” you whispered loudly enough for Ghost to hear, your gaze meeting his; for a moment you thought he would refuse. But when he sank, it felt like slow motion, knees hitting the floor. Hands going behind his back.

Gaz released you, giving you a small pat on your ass as you moved, walking over to Ghost.

None of you said anything, Ghost looking up at you as you stood in front of him, hands gently cupping his face. His mask was warm. His eyes focused fully on you.

“Want me to be nice?” You asked gently, “or mean?”

You saw the hesitation in his eyes for just a moment, as he considered it.

“Mean,” he whispered then, “please, miss.”

The title caught you off guard, making you shudder. It wasn’t that you never took control with the men, you did. But Ghost was a behemoth of a man, even on his knees in front of you and the idea of being mean to him while topping him? Made you feel powerful.

“Fuck,” you muttered, “say that again.”

“Please, miss.”

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With Ghost on his knees in front of you, looking up at you, as if he was hoping you would offer him the stars, wasn’t what you had expected earlier today. Not that you were complaining. Nope. Not in any way.

Please, miss.

“Good boy,” you whispered gently and oh , the sound that left him was sinful, a high pitched little whine that made you want to moan out loud. Big bad Ghost, who fucked you the first time in a CNC scene, who liked when you fought back, a sucker for overstimulating you and forcing you to take it - now on his knees, a needy thing, waiting for you to command him to do something. Even when sitting like this in front of you, he was big; like a feral guard dog who was nothing but a trained pup to you, desperate for your attention.

“Strip then - get on the bed,” You said turning away, looking over at Gaz who settled in your chair in the corner with a grin, shooting you a wink. Your head snapped back to look at Ghost when he got to his feet however.

“Did I say you could walk?” you asked, feeling a little more confident than before. Ghost, still on one knee, looked at you and if he hadn’t been wearing that mask of his, he would have been easier to read, but you were pretty sure he wasn’t pleased.

“Seriously?” he finally asked. You just raised your eyebrow, daring him to continue his little defiance..

“Crawl to the bed and strip - or i’m not fucking you.”

A small whine left him again and he clenched his hands open and closed a time or two, before getting down again - then he crawled towards the bed.

It wasn’t really graceful - in fact, he looked a little ridiculous, crawling like a big cat that had just gotten aware of its size.

You turned around again, listening to the sounds of Ghost’s rustling as he took his clothes off. Gaz was watching him, so you spent the time getting out your strap-on harness, before having to choose the dildo you were going to fuck him with.

“Which one should I use?” you asked - not Ghost, no, but Gaz, who was grinning once again. He stepped over to the closet, looking through the different options of dildos that you had, letting out a little whistle.

“Lots of choices, Bunny,” he muttered, touching some shortly, as if to decide which he wanted to watch you hopefully ruin Ghost with.

You let Gaz choose, while you pulled off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and you gently pulled off your pants too - another whine leaving Ghost at the sight of you and you looked over your shoulder before putting your clothes on a small table.

“You’re noisy,” you commented, “Looking forward to being fucked?”

His clothes were mindlessly strewn at one side of the bed, mask in the pile too, while he sat on his knees on the bed, cock hard; it was almost redlooking, precum already dripping from it down on your sheets, touching said sheets. Ghost was a dangerous man - but for just a second, you wanted to do nothing but praise him, for the honor of getting to do this. The fact that he felt comfortable enough, that he trusted you enough that he wanted you to help him relax in a way he didn’t do often.

“This one,” Gaz said, pulling you from your thoughts and you looked over, unable to hide a smile at the sight.

It was blue, about 11 inches, where maybe a little under 8 of them could be pushed into Ghost. There were fake balls as well and for a second you wished that it was one that could fill the man with fake cum as well. Just to see how he would react. But then Gaz also held up another thing, a displeased sound leaving Ghost at the sight.

The cockring was black and would keep Ghost from coming too fast - an idea you were already in love with.

“Oh those are great choices,” you answered, Gaz grinning proudly.

“Why the ring?” Ghost grumbled, “too much, innit?” 

“Didn’t you want us to be mean?” you asked, cocking your head to the side, “We don’t have to use it, it's okay.”

Seeing him without his mask was something you would never tire off either. You felt proud for having earned his trust enough to get to see him. Especially because you could see how he brushed properly, even with the dark smudges still around his eyes.

“‘s okay,” he finally said, not looking you in the eyes.

“Tell me to take it off and I will, okay?” he finally met your eyes and nodded.

“I’ll find lube and such,” Gaz said with a wink, ever the sweetheart. You took the strap and chosen toys, putting them on the bed next to Ghost, who reached out to touch the fake cock, a small whimper leaving him.

“Excited?” you asked teasingly and he nodded. You opened your bra, then slid out of your panties. Ghost reached out for you, no doubt to touch your soft stomach, to run his big hands over it, trace the many stretch marks - but you slapped his hands away.

“No touching without permission,” you said, before reaching for the strap-on harness, “but you can help me put this on.”

If his hands strayed a little while he helped you, squeezing your fat here and there, you didn’t call him out of it. He acted so needy, a part of you wanting to punish him, another wanting to kiss him silly and coo at him. 

When it was properly on, you heard Gaz settle in a chair behind you, with a pleased sigh. 

“Lean back,” you told the mountain of a man, who did just that, “Oh so you can follow orders?” You were being mean, sure, but he had asked for that. Ghost gasped and instantly tried fucking your hand when you touched his cock - making you slap his inner thigh, a growl leaving him - but you didn’t care, slipping on the cock-ring. 

“Are you goin’ to act like this the whole time?” you asked, sitting on your knees, mirroring his position, the big blue dildo now connected to you, taking up most of Ghost’s attention - so you reached your hand over, grabbing a fistful of his short hair, and sharply pulling his hair back. Only a tiny sound left him, but you got a reaction out of him.

“Asked you something mutt.”

The name caused a physical reaction by Ghost, an entire body twitch that made you grin. Wonderful to know.

“No miss,” he muttered. You gave his hair a tug.

“Louder.”

“ No miss.”   He said louder this time, his cock visibly twitching. You heard Gaz pull down his zipper.

You forced him to open himself while you watched, his face pressed against the bed while he was whining, no begging you to touch him, begging you to fuck him. You slapped his ass hard twice, making him moan out loud.

“You’re such a horny mutt, aren’t you?” You asked teasingly, not touching him anywhere - except when you reached up and dragged your nails down his back, along his many scars, making him twitch - his two fingers pressing a little deeper into himself.

“All the time,” Gaz agreed from behind you and you smiled, watching how Ghost - or well, you supposed he was Simon now, so submissive - flushed, trying to hide his face.

You slapped his other ass cheek, his knees spreading a little more as he panted. His fingers were dripping with lube, and you leant back a little to watch him fuck himself on his fingers, each of his ass cheeks getting a vague red flush from your slaps.

“One more finger~” you said and Simon shook his head.

“No no - I need you Bunny, need your cock, need—“ 

You cut him off with harder slaps than before.

“If you want me to fuck you,” you warned, then dragging your fingers down along his reddened skin on his behind, “you’ll do what I say. Or I’ll fuck Gaz and make you watch.”

A whine left Simon. Then he slipped a third finger into himself.

You watched how his hole stretched, how it glistened from the lube. You could feel yourself get wet at the sight, moving to drag your fingers along the rim, picking up some of the lube, Simon almost flinching and then letting out a desperate moan. You used the little lube you had gotten before he flinched to lube up your cock a little. You could see how he was peeking at your hand, watching how your hand glided over the fake cock.

“You look nice like this,” you mused, reaching out to touch his ass cheek, not touching his hole or stopping him from fucking himself on his fingers, “all desperate and needy, a pup just begging to be bred, huh?”

The loud, unhinged moan and the twitch of his hips told you what you needed to know.

“Yeah? Do you like that idea mutt?”

“I - I - yeah - ah, Bunny please —“

“Thought we agreed I wasn’t called that?”

His free hand fisted in the sheets, a small frustrated groan leaving. Him.

“I’m sorry miss,” he said then, “please - please I need you, please breed me, miss, plea—“

You grabbed ahold of his wrist, pulling out the hand that he was using to fuck himself on, a gasp leaving him. You held at the root of your temporary cock, tapping it on top of his hole, watching how it clenched.

“So needy,” you whispered, before picking up the lube, getting some more on your strap-on - rather too much than too little, “spread your legs some more, mutt.”

Simon’s upper body was resting on the mattress so he spread his legs some more without hesitation, his cock hanging freely, some precum still dripping from his cock, but he wouldn’t be able to come until you released him from the ring.

“Makin’ a mess of my sheets, Simon,” you muttered, even as you dripped with lube on the bed yourself.

“Relax for me,” you whispered, before pressing the slightly thicker cock head into his hole.

“Fuck ” you heard Gaz mutter but you were too busy with watching the man beneath you. In a way, you felt obsessed. Obsessed with the way his muscles looked, how he flushed and opened his mouth, panting needily. Your fingers found his hips, first drying off some of the lube on his back.

Simon’s breath almost stopped as you pushed in further.

“Color?” You asked out of reflex.

“Green green - so fuckin’ green , lass, I’ll fuckin’—“

You slapped his ass hard - and while you couldn’t feel it, you could see how he clenched around the dildo, see how his hands lost their grip in the sheets for a moment.

“You won’t do anything without my permission, will you mutt?” You asked.

He shook his head - and for once you accepted the lack of verbal answer.

The pace you set wasn’t quick, you spent a little time finding the right angle, Gaz appearing at one moment, helping you angle your hips just right . Silently showed you how to press down on his lower back to get him lower down so you could reach easier.

Gaz disappeared again after giving you a soft kiss - and then you moved again.

The sounds that left Simon was sinful . You weren’t religious but you would willingly leave any religion, just to get this, to worship moments like these. Simon was so vocal, grunting and needy, your soft body connection with his hard one, keeping him beneath you, feeling honored by the position.

“Fuck, look at you mutt,” you moaned, panting yourself as you fucked him, sinking your nails into his hips, “sure you aren’t a bitch? With how much you wanna be bred?” 

Simon mewled , while Gaz moaned, and you fucked him even harder, feeling how he moved against you, as if to get the already long cock deeper inside of him.

“My pretty boy bitch,” you cooed, hearing how his voice almost broke as he began to beg.

His begging was an absolute mess of “please”, “more”, “miss”, “so good”, “mistress”, “breed me”, “please let me come”. They were all half-slurred and interrupted by moans and whines. They were all beautiful.

You stopped at once and the mixture of a growl and a cry that left him was an absolute wonder.

“Ssssh,” you cooed, cock still inside of him as you slid one of your hands down to his hard, pulsing cock. You were sure you could feel his pulse and from the sound he let out, he was quite sensitive.

You got off the ring, throwing it to the ground before grabbing his hips again and slamming into him again. Simon screamed into the sheets, incoherent words leaving his tongue.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” you whispered, leaning over him, gripping onto one of his shoulders to have a better angle. With that grip you were able to fuck him even better, your tits pressing against his sweaty back, “come for me, Simon.”

Simon didn’t come with a loud scream, but a deep guttural moan, tensing all up, legs almost kicking, as if his body couldn’t take all of the pleasure and relief at once. You reached down with your other hand, touching his cock, gently milking him, cooing and soft sounds and words leaving you without you realizing. You could hear Gaz coming behind you as well, moaning softly, whispering out both of your names.

You couldn’t see all of Simon’s face, but you could see some of it - you could see how he twisted, how his eyes closed shut hard, only to open and for his eyes to roll up, mouth open. Like he was experiencing something otherworldly and pride filled you, knowing you made him feel like this.

His cum had splattered all over the sheets - you really had to change them later, not that you cared - but some was on your hand too, making your hand on his cock move easier. A whimper left him as you rolled your hips and continued to pump his poor cock.

“Can you come again, Simon?” You asked, sweeter this time, a soft sound leaving the big man beneath you, “hm?”

“Ma’be,” he slurred, sounding unsure himself, but you figured you could try . You let his cock be, making sure it was in a comfortable spot as you pressed down on his lower back, forcing him to fully lay down.

You settled on your knees, one on each side of him, taking a quick look over at Gaz, who looked at the two of you, rather pleased. There was cum on his pants and on the floor, the sight making you grin and send him a wink.

Fucking him was slower this time, much slower, gentler too. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, soft sighs and weak moans leaving him. Shaking like a little leaf now and again from overstimulation, his poor cock being rubbed against the sheets with your thrusts.

“‘S it good, sweetheart?” You asked gently, leaning over him to rest one of your hands on his strong back.

A pleased sound left him, fully unintelligible to you.

“Simon?” You almost sang his name, a soft sound being your only reply.

You heard Gaz move just as you frowned - and watched how he gently tipped Simon’s head to look at his face. Then he grinned.

“Oh, look at you, Si,” Gaz cooed softly, his thumb gently running along his bottom lip, Simon looking at him with glassy but loving eyes, “she fuck you dumb, hm?”

The tiny nod he gave made pride swell in your chest, even though you kept still, unsure whether to continue or not.

“Do you want mommy to stop?” Gaz asked, the title making you blush, remembering how Gaz had been so ashamed and shy about it at first - and now he used it almost casually.

“No,” Simon grunted, fingers tensing in the sheets, trying to move back against you, but you petted his hip twice.

“I want to see your face then, we gotta turn you over - I’m gonna pull out okay, Si?” The sound that left Simon was a little displeased but he still nodded, Gaz kissing him shortly, before he pulled back and you pulled out.

Both you and Gaz helped Simon onto his back and oh , you could see his face properly now. Flushed, mouth open a little - his pupils were fully dilated and somehow a little unfocused as well. Simon spread his legs without you even having to ask about it.

The “good boy” that left you made him close his eyes and whimper all needily, making both you and Gaz coo at him, which only made him blush even more. A part of you wished you had these moments on film, just so you could rewind and watch them again, hoping that it would be like experiencing them again.

Gaz settled next to Simon, his fingers running through his hair, eyes flickering between Simon’s face and you.

You gently took a hold of Simon’s legs, letting them rest near your hips, Gaz moving quickly to guide the head of the cock into Simon’s hole again, stealing a short kiss from you too - you weren’t sure which part it was that made Simon sigh happily, but you smiled down at him. You bent over, his lower body being tipped up a little to follow you, so that you could press a kiss to his mouth as well. Simon moaned into the kisses, as if he could survive solely on them, not needing proper air ever again.

You began fucking him again, gently, leaving him panting and groaning. You didn’t even know how much time passed, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t about that really. 

The world could have ended and you doubted that the three of you would have noticed, too caught up in each others’ pleasures. Dying while experiencing euphoria wasn’t a bad way to go. His arms went around your shoulders, digging into your back, as if he was afraid you would leave, that he feared the moment would end too soon.

At some point one of your hands ended up on his cock again, jerking it off gently as it grew harder. Your lips and teeth played with his skin, leaving kisses and bites at his neck and  shoulder now and again. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room. Gaz abandoned his clothes at some point, sweaty just like you and Simon, too overwhelmed to even consider wearing clothes.

When he came, his entire body shook, his cum shooting up his abs; you were swallowing his moans in kisses. You kissed his jaw some more to let him breathe, kissing the scars that littered his face - then you leant up to kiss Gaz who was sitting next to you, gently petting Simon.

You pulled out of Simon when he was ready, his voice a little slurred as he insisted that he wanted to make you come, pouting as you declined, promising he could make you come as much as he wanted tomorrow. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, despite how you were awake that your pussy was dripping with need.

Gaz got him some water and some wipes to get the worst cum cleaned off. 

“Gaz then,” he mumbled as you made him scoot over so you and Gaz could be on each side of him. You didn’t quite hear him, letting out a “Hm?” as you caressed his skin.

“Gaz f’ck you,” he said, a little more demanding tone in his still slurring voice.

So he did, right next to Simon who was smiling, almost as if he was high.

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They had work to do - it wasn’t unusual, you weren’t their main priority and it was alright to have some alone time. You had other things to do, like talking to the other BBs, which you had done for two hours already, carefully painting your nails and doing small details on them. 

The others were seemingly doing good too - all of you were planning a trip this summer, actually going to Italy or even Australia. The thought was so exciting to you that you wanted to cry. 

So much had changed within the time you had had this job - and you had never been happier. You felt happy with the team and the close friendship you had with Blue, Bee, Badger and Bailey was something you had only dreamed of. The idea of traveling and leaving the team was hard, sure - but at the same time, you were often apart from them when they went on missions.

Guests were coming - you hadn’t asked much about them, the team hadn’t told you much either. It was work. You had just figured that it would mean they wouldn’t have as much time to fuck around as usual. Some old judgemental man or two probably wasn’t interested in meeting you.

That was where you were wrong. On several points.

Which you learned the moment you stepped into the common room, to steal some snacks and get some tea. Only to almost run into the guests .  Who weren’t old at all - and who seemed very happy to meet you.

“You must be the famous Bunny,” the stranger said, grinning charmingly, almost dangerously, picking up your hand as you stood in the door opening, delivering a kiss to said hand, “it’s an honor to meet you, cariño  - eres tan hermosa como decían”

You blushed hard , despite not knowing what the fuck he just said to you in Spanish but you wasn’t minding one bit, because holy fuck .

“Dinnae even introduce himself, flirty eejit.” Soap mumbled from behind the kitchen island but you paid him no mind.

“Where are my manners - I’m Colonel Alejandro Vargas, but you can call me papi , cariño.” The dark haired tall man who was apparently Alejandro all but crooned at you, a small sound leaving you before you managed to stutter out, “uh I’m Bunny.”

“Alright,” Ghost growled, clearly not liking the papi part, “that’s enough mate, give ‘er some space.”

Alejandro Vargas winked at you, letting go of your hand as Ghost pulled him away from you. Like all the others he was big, but with a pretty grin and a charm you were sure worked on almost everyone. Black hair slicked back, features a little sharp. Mouth big. He seemed dangerous - and for a moment you felt enthralled. Then another man stepped forward.

“Excuse his lack of manners, cariño,” another man, apologized, accent thick for him as well, but much more calm than Alejandro, a glimmer in his eye, “he doesn’t get out much.”

While Alejandro muttered something in Spanish, this new man shook your hand while smiling.

“I’m Sargent Major Rodolfo Parra - but everyone calls me Rudy.”

And just like that, he enthralled you too. Kind eyes and a smile, that you didn’t doubt could be dangerous too.

You excused yourself after picking up the tea and snacks, letting them work, receiving a kiss - perhaps as a display of ownership - from Price, before retreating. As you sat in your room, you couldn’t help but think about the men however, no matter how ambivalent you felt about it. You couldn’t help but imagine them fucking you too, their soft words curling along your thighs and cunt, their cocks pressed – ashamed, your toes curled. As if you didn’t have enough in your team. They would literally do anything for you and you for them.

[The Bratty Boomers]

Bunny: Emergency 

Bunny: a sexual one kinda

Bailey: Whats up??

Badger: What do you mean kinda? is it or is it not

Bunny: They have guests

Bee: If you’re horny we can facetime

Blue : Hot

Bunny: nono - i mean, im always horny, but no, the guests are HOT

Bailey: hot hot?

Badger: why do u get all the hot ones smh

Blue : send them to me <33 :33

Bunny: yes hot HOT

Badger: Fuck them 

Bailey: literally

Badger: or get fucked, whatever u prefer 

Bee: literally

Bunny: I cant fuck everyone i meet, they might not even be into me

Bee: did they seem into you??

Bunny: one of them did, he flirted, I think

Bunny: In spanish 

Bailey: SMASH

Blue : DOUBLE SMASH

Bunny : im not cheating on my boys

Bee: I mean it's not cheating if you ask first

Bee: talk to them then!!

Badger: Remember to wrap it before you tap it

Bunny : I dont have a dick badger <33

Badger: fuck, then make them do it if they have one

Bailey: Let us know if your mission succeeds soldier!

Blue: if u get a no, send pics of the guests

Bee : or just send them my way

It was a couple of hours later, horny and ashamed, that you needed to ask Price about something. Perhaps the possibility of having sex with their guests. Maybe…

As you walked along the corridors towards his office, you felt… watched. Stalked, almost, but every time you looked behind you, there wasn’t anyone there.

You stopped outside the Captain’s office, body warm after having missed the man all day, cunt wet and excited to see him again - the mysterious stalker embraced you from behind. It made you shriek and tense for a moment - then you recognized the chuckles and the hands, as well as the face that needily nuzzled against your neck.

“Let go, I need to talk to John,” you whined, tugging a little on the mohawk, a pleased sound just leaving the man.

“Dinnae bother, Bonnie lass, he is in a meeting somewhere else,” Soap crooned, “what do ye want from him, eh?”

You pressed your thighs together. Your plan had been some bad excuse about paperwork that you didn’t even have. Then you had hoped to get off, show Price how much you missed him… And maybe ask if these guests were off the table.

“None of your business, Soap,” you knew your voice was bordering on a whine but you didn’t care. You could feel the bulge of his erection behind you.

“Mmhmm,” he just pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle free, one of his arms then moving to grab something in his pocket - pulling out a pair of familiar looking keys.

“… you nicked Price’s keys?” You asked in a high whisper, terror rushing through you at the sight, already knowing he - if not you too - were going to get in trouble, “are you crazy?!”

“Only if we get caught, lass,” he cooed, opening the lock, looking down the hallway to make sure nobody saw them walk in, “Ken your lil secrets, c’mon Bunny.”

Soap pulled you into the room, closing it after you before turning around, looking at you as you stood in your pants and t-shirt, touching the hem of the shirt nervously.

“Soap we shouldn’t be in here when he isn’t here,” you whined, as if the idea didn’t turn you on a little, afraid what Price would actually do if he saw you, “I don’t think he likes it.”

“Better not get caught then, eh Bunny?” he grinned as he stepped towards you, stopping just in front of you, “We would get in proper problems, nae?”

You nodded and that was all the warning you got before Soap kissed you. You melted into it, the bigger man holding onto your face, your tongues playing with each other in a messy kiss. 

Then he pulled you with him, barely stopping making out with you, pulling you behind Price’s desk - and when you finally pulled apart, panting into each other's mouths for a moment, only a couple of seconds passed, before he gripped your waist, spinning you around. A strong, big hand pressed down on your neck, making his intentions very clear, all doubt gone as your cheek and hands were pressed against the table. He let out a pleased grunt as he grinded his clothed dick against your ass, a whimper leaving you. You had been turned on even before walking inside this office and if you didn’t get some pleasure soon, you were sure you were going to cry.

God. Being a barracks bunny had made you needy.

“Feckin’ hell, bonnie, we gotta be quick but I wish I had time to open yer ass up,” he groaned, a pathetic whine leaving you as you tried pressing back against him, wanting no, needing more friction.

“Johnny,” you mewled, nails running along the wooden desk beneath you “pleasee ~” 

“Yeah? Like that idea, princess?” he asked, “me fuckin’ yer arse over Price’s table? ‘n all his important papers?” 

You were sure your panties were soaked by now, but you didn’t give a fuck, the idea of him doing so - quick hands moved in front of your pants to open them up, pulling them down in a quick motions, your panties following without any warning.

“Bet ye would like if it wasn’t me, huh?” he asked and a whine left you as you shook your head in denial.

“No no, Johnny, I want you,” you whined, “please, please–”

He hushed you, hands running over your ass, before they left again - the sound of him opening his pants almost making you salviate.

“Your cunt is fuckin’ dripping, lass.”

Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against your wet folds, a pleased sound leaving him while a desperate one left you. The head was only pressing lightly against your hole, but not filling your pussy like you wanted. 

“Dinnae try to hide et, Bunny,” he cooed, “I ken ye want Alejandro and Rudy.”

You froze. Would he be angry? upset? would he tell the others? would - then he began pressing his cock into you, a gasp leaving you and your eyes rolled back, all thoughts of worry disappearing into a mess of lust.

“It’s okay, baby,” he crooned, pressing himself even deeper but not fully in yet, your mouth opening, a small gasp escaping your lips, as your eyelids fluttering for a moment, “ye can want them, hell, ye can fuck ‘em.”

That was it. A high pitched moan left you and you scraped your nails against the fancy desk for a moment - then Soap bottomed out with one harsh thrust, making you shriek.

For a moment there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, filling the otherwise quiet office, the occasional sound of the base around you. You were filled, stretched and needy, breathing against some papers that would no doubt have drool spots on them once the two of you fled. One hand was on your hip, gripping onto your fat like he was afraid you would run off, the other resting on the desk, next to your face. Slowly, oh so slowly, Soap bent over, his hot breath on your ear for a couple of seconds, before he finally said something.

“Alejandro and Rudy fucks like a dream ,” Soap whispered into your ear, grinding his cock a little deeper as if it was possible, his words making you moan softly, “They would make ye come so many times.”

It was like something electric went through your body, all along your spine, making you flinch. The mere fact that Soap knew this, that it meant they had all fucked, almost made you want to come on the spot.

“ Johnny ,” you whined in a high whisper, desperately trying to push a little back against his cock, “please please please!”

The hand on your hip disappeared and you heard the sound of a loud slap, before you felt the pain on your ass, making your toes curl and cunt tighten around Soap. His hand came to rest on the other side of your head, leaning down once more, gently mouthing at the shell of your ear, teeth tugging a little on it too.

“Alejandro has a great cock,” his hands curled into fists on each side of your head, hips pulling back a little, “and he is nae the kinky one of them two.”

You barely got time to realize what he meant, before he pulled out more - and then slammed in again, a loud shriek leaving you.

He laughed into your ear darkly, teeth tugging at your ear just a second.

“Ye wanna be caught by daddy, huh?” Soap asked in a teasing voice, before pushing himself up, straightening his back to grab onto you, more or less just gripping some of your ass as a handle, fucking you senseless without any shame.

You let out small uh uh uh s at each thrust, your body hitting the edge of the table, cheek resting against the wood - mind ruined for a moment. The idea of your captain, your daddy,   walking in on the two of you right now? It made you clench a little harder around him.

“Rudy and Ale would fuck ye stupid, lass,” Soap somehow managed to continue, even as he was doing that himself, pants and moans leaving him with every second word, “make ye’ scream and squirt!”

“Soap, soap - fuck, Johnny Johnny,” you wailed, not caring about being quiet anymore, the edge too close, shaking beneath him, overwhelmed yet not satisfied. Just a little more and you would fall over it, into the blissful sea of orgasm.

“C’mon mommy,” he hissed, darkly, his grip tightening, “come for me, I ken ye can, I ken I ken—“

You were so close that it almost physically hurt; so close to being tipped over the edge—

Then the door opened.

You let out a scared shriek, looking up and seeing one cigar smoking John Price, not looking one bit happy. It almost made you come on the spot, if it hadn’t been for Soap not moving.

“ Captain- “ Soap started, breathing hard, all movements having stopped, while you instantly went “ daddy —“

“Shut it,” he snapped, cigar still in his mouth, “Soap, pull out and give me my bloody keys, you brat.”

Two whines escaped simultaneously, but Price merely raised an eyebrow, almost daring you to say something to change his mind. You were still panting a little, from the sudden stop and closed your eyes as Soap pulled out, the urge to cry almost instant . The following sound that left Johnny made you open your eyes however.

Price stepped to the side and your eyes locked with Rudy’s - and then Alejandro. You swore you felt your pussy drip at the sight, both embarrassment and lust rushing through your veins. Last mentioned was grinning, as you straightened up, face warm as you moved to pull your pants up.

“Did I tell you to move, pet?” Price snapped and you froze, eyes locking for a moment. You swallowed.

“N-No, daddy.”

Price spanked you, while the guests and Soap watched. They had a meeting to get to, so he sent you and Soap on your way - after Soap received his own turn of slaps.

After being declared brats and closing the door after you, you grumbled all the way to the room - at least you weren’t in a cock cage like Soap had been put in, but your ass was burning.

“ Not yet, ” was all Price had answered when you whispered in his ear, ass warm and eyes tearfilled, asking him if you could have sex with their guests.

Apparently Price texted Simon and Gaz, because the two of them turned up to cuddle - and tease - you and Soap, bringing snacks, cream for your spanked butts and stories to tell you about their own sexual advetnures with Alejandro and Rudy.

Chapter Text

It was Alejandro who cornered you first; towering over you, grin on his face, arms on either side of your face, leaning forward as you were pressed against the wall. A strong scent of cologne, sweat and mint hit you like a physical wall, crawling into your blood and igniting it like gasoline.

“Cariño -“ he greeted, voice a little lower, looking at you with his brown eyes, pupils almost fully expanded, “it was quite a show Rudy and I got yesterday.”

It was embarrassing how it was only a small whimper that escaped you. It only made him grin more, a shadow somehow running over his face, making him look more dangerous as he somehow managed to take a step closer. You could feel the body heat coming from him and a part of you wanted nothing but to fall on your knees and beg him to fuck your mouth - god you were needy. It was embarrassing but at the same time, you didn’t care. His thigh was in between your legs, almost touching you.

He leant forward, close to your ear, voice seductive. “I want to fuck you too,” he whispered, “both me and Rudy wants to, cariño.”

“Please,” you felt like there was no air in your lungs, especially as he chuckled afterwards.

“Going to send you on a mission first, eh?” It was like the words rolled off his tongue, trying to pull you closer, making you want to beg, “You have to get explicit permission from everyone on the team.”

“O-okay,” you managed, almost wanting to ask ‘nothing else?’ but after a long time with your team, you knew not to question missions like these. Or else they would make them harder. Pun intended.

“That’s yes, papi.”

Fuck, you could almost feel the way your panties got soaked at those simple words. He had tipped his head to the side, watching you intensely, almost making you want to hide your face behind your hands.

“Yes, papi,” you whispered, you repeated dutifully, eyes meeting his gaze, his breathing slow, before a grin appeared on his face.

“Good girl - now, off you go, Cariño - antes de que te folle aquí mismo.” 

You had no idea what the last part meant, but as he straightened up, stepping back, you almost wanted to beg him for a kiss. Instead Alejandro nodded towards the bunkers, “go on then.”

It took everything in your body to not just run.

[The Bratty Boomers]

Bailey: no but I like ginger

Blue: in the ass? me too

Bailey: no you slut, in food

Blue: nah it’s too strong

Bee: But not for your ass?

Blue : don't have taste buds in my ass, do I?

Bailey: Dunno whats goin on in ur body bby

Badger: I just wanted to know if y’all had any ideas for my smoothies, not yalls asses

Badger : and im not putting ginger in my smoothie 

Blue: You love my ass<33

Badger: I do, yes but not in my food

Bee: Don’t kinkshame

Bunny: … do i want to know?

Bee: no

Blue : probably not

Bailey: HI BUNBUN

Bunny : hiii<33

Bunny: I have a hot guests update

Bee: omg TELL

Blue: do they like ginger

Badger: Shut up Bluey, you whore<33

Bunny: Again, not gonna ask

Bunny: but I have been granted permission to fuck them!!!

Blue: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Badger: HELL YEAH

Bailey: plsplsplspls

Bailey : can i get a video omg PLllllsssss

Bee: r they kinky too?

Bunny: one of them should apparently be, but don’t know much more than that – one of them made me call him papi tho hehe

Badger: fuck send ‘em my way

Bee : r u gonna seduce them then??

Bunny: They’ve already said that they want to 

Bunny: one of them sent me on a “mission” to get explicit permission from everyone - so i need help choosing what lingerie to wear pls

Bee: LMAO

Badger: hell yeah

Blue: send pics!!

Bailey: one of the colorful ones pls!!

About twenty minutes later you left your room, wearing a purple lingerie set beneath your black sun dress, that just covered your ass, which was only a little sore from yesterday’s spanking, but nothing too bad, you had tried it before. After encouraging texts and a couple of nudes for good luck later, you walked towards the common room, where you expected at least Soap to be.

Dressing nicely was the first step; it would make everything easier. They were simple in that way, seeing you in a short dress made all of them drool and made your confidence shoot into the air. Perhaps that made both them and you simple, but honestly, who cared?

In a way, it reminded you of the start of your job here; a strange parallel, in how you had cried in fear over them not finding you attractive - and how you now strode towards the common room, confident in getting them all to fuck you, knowing they found you attractive.

Soap was indeed in there, looking away from the playstation for a second, looking at you, then back at the screen - then his head whipped back, eyes wide as they stared at you.

“fuckin’ hell, Bunny,” he blurted, “ye are a sight fer sore eyes.”

“Holy shit.” came from the other side of the room, Gaz’ eyes wide as well, almost dropping his tea bag, making you grin. The sound of Soap’s game saying game over was barely noticed by any of you.

“How come you’re dressed up all nicely like that, Bunny?” Gaz asked, “Not complainin’, mind you, because bloody hell.”

“Could eat ye up - or out, if ye’re up for it, heh,” Soap wagged his eyebrows at you and you just grinned back.

“ Well , you can have that, if you give me permission to lettin’ me have sex with Rudy and Alejandro.”

“Permission?” Gaz looked confused for a moment, tilting his head to the side, “Not really our choice to decide who you have sex with, is it?”

“If ye do et, I wanna look,” Soap added, ever so helpful.

“I need explicit permission from everyone,” you pointed out, faking looking bashful as you played with the hem of your dress, letting it slide up a little, “Alejandro told me to. Like a lil mission.”

“Aaaaw,” Soap cooed in a teasing tone, fully abandoning the game on the screen as he got up, “Ye can do whatever ye want, bonnie lass, I just wanna join.”

“Yes,” Gaz agreed, cup with hot water and no tea bag in abandoned, instead joining you and Soap, pulling you close from behind; one of his hands slid down to take a hold of the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your panties. A pleased hum left him, while Soap cursed something you didn’t quite catch.

“Are you wet, mommy?” he whispered in your ear, breath warm, the feeling of his cock pressing against your ass, making you whine and nod.

“Ye-yeah - fuck, been wet since yesterday.”

“We better get going then, eh?”

“Fuckin’ hell - c’mon then - nae gonna waste more time,” Soap agreed - and as Gaz let you go and you all turned towards the door, Soap slapped your ass, making you yelp, “- I want tae get this cockcage off.”

Gaz was laughing as you attacked Soap back, managing to clap his own sore ass, making him whine pitifully.

“C’mon, Ghost is in the gym.”

The famous Ghost was indeed in the gym; looking pretty hot, with a sweaty body as he hit the punching back again and again. The three of you just stood there for a couple of seconds, none of you saying anything, instead just appreciating the sight of the beautiful man that was Simon Riley.

“Are you going to stare all day or is there a reason you’re here?” Simon asked, not even looking at the three of you at all.

“Would stare at ye all day if you dinnae kill me for it,” Soap answered, “Besides that, Bunny has a wee question.”

“Don’t throw me under the bus like this,” you hissed at him, ignoring the way his eyes shone with amusement of how easy it was to rile you up, “I can revoke your watching rights, puppy.”

“Nah, ye wouldnae dare, princess, ‘sides, I’m the one in the cockcage here, ye should feel bad for me,” he held his hand at his chest and the other at his crotch, “Ye’re nae mean like that, are ye?”

“Try me,” you muttered, though both of you knew that he was right; you wouldn’t leave him out of the fun. It would be a shame.

Simon stopped and walked past you towards a bench, picking up a bottle of water before sitting down - and the three of you followed automatically like ducklings.

“What is it, then?” Simon asked, mask pulled down, exposing his lower face too and you leant forward, giving him a small kiss before you could help yourself. The bigger man let out a pleased hum, kissing you back. While Gaz and Soap sat down at each side of Ghost, you bullied your way to stand in between his legs, cupping his face softly. There got some sheen from the sweat onto your hands and you desperately wanted to lick them clean, but you focused on your mission.

“Can I have sex with Alejandro and Rudy?” you asked sweetly - and the fucker smiled, no grinned, like a cat who had spotted a mouse.

“My my,” he answered, the other men staying quiet for once, “that’s a dirty idea, innit, pet?”

“Please,” you whined, leaning forward, happy that the man was sitting down so that you could lean your forehead against his, “I need explicit permission from the entire team.”

“And the muppets around me agreed with no protests?”

“Oi, who are ye calling a muppet ye–” Soap shut up with the death stare you sent him. You needed Ghost to focus, not be distracted.

“Yes sir,” you answered Ghost sweetly, “they did. Just need yours and then to ask Price again, but he already agreed.”

“Get on your knees then.”

You blinked. You had expected the next words out of his mouth to be ‘sure’ or ‘lets go then’, not this - causing you to dumbly blurt out “what?”

“You heard me, pet. Knees .”

You heard Gaz take a couple of deep breaths, his body reacting to the words and exposing his lust - Soap wasn’t much better, with his not so discreetly touch on the cock-cage. Your pussy betrayed you, throbbing with need. Fucking hell.

So you did as told, getting on your knees in front of the bigger man, looking up at him, with a pleading look.

A part of you had expected to be told to suck him off - hell, you wanted to . But, instead Ghost slid his foot in between your legs, tipping it so his workout shoe pressed against your core. 

“C’mon then, pet,” he crooned darkly, eyes the only thing , “want to make me agree, don’t ye Bunny? Hump my shoe then.”

You knew somebody could walk by, someone who weren’t team 141 or the guests - yet you felt yourself roll your hips, the shoelaces pressing against your pussy; only the purple lace panties as a barrier. Ghost was chuckling, flexing his leg a little, a small “c’mon,” leaving him, as to urge you on. A whine left you as you upped the speed of your movement. After being denied an orgasm by Price, you felt sensitive - the mere feeling of the shoe laces rubbing against your cunt, barely touching your clit, almost made you cross eyed. 

“Eyes on me,” Ghost demanded, his hand tugging your chin up a little, forcing you to meet his eyes. It wasn’t like that helped you from getting closer to the edge. Ghost could be intimidating just like this; his wide body staring down at you, his skull mask still on, demanding your attention, your pleasure . The same man who had held you down and fucked you in your bed. Who had returned later, asking to be fucked himself.

He let you hump his foot like that, in the gym, Gaz and Soap watching you intensely - if you didn’t have other plans, you were sure they would have been fucking by now as well. Just as you reached the edge, you panted with your mouth open, eyes squinting a little. Just by the edge, so close you could taste it, feel it in your fingertips.

And then Ghost pulled his foot back.

Even if you had tried, you probably couldn’t have hidden the wail of disappointment that left you as you tried grabbing his leg, pulled from the edge so violently it almost hurt. His big hand covered your mouth, no doubt grinning beneath the mask, that shit. 

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes against your will and you whimpered beneath the hand.

“ach, Simon, dinnae be mean!” Soap, even though not being able to come himself, spoke your case and you wanted to kiss him, “she deserves it!”

“Mmhm,” Ghost hummed before cruelly answering “ No. ”

You nipped at his hand, making Ghost pull his hand back with a huff - giving you a small pat on the head. You felt like a mess, sitting on the floor of the gym, in your nice dress with lingerie beneath. Your panties soaked by now. You only hoped you weren’t dripping onto the floor. 

“I’m convinced now,” Ghost almost merrily declared, “Never said I would let you come, did I, Bunny?”

“You’re mean,” you answered, but you still took his offered hand, struggling to feel your feet for a second as you were pulled up.

“Could be meaner,” he answered, leaning down to kiss your forehead - and to whisper, “I’ll show you another day.”

The promise made a shiver run through you and you almost just wanted to pull your dress up and make yourself come on your fingers.

“Now - you and Johnny run off to Price, we want Johnny to be free, dont we? Me ‘nd Gaz will find Alejandro and Rodolfo.” 

You and Johnny didn’t need to be asked twice, darting off together with a grin.

The two of you found one amused-looking John Price in his office, smoking a cigar, clearly waiting for you. Leaning back in his leather office chair, like a villain in a movie.

“Please,” you whined while on your knees, not even a minute later, “we’ll behave, please Daddy, we wanna have sex with them so badly.”

“It would pure improv’ mah mental health, Daddy,” Soap added with a pleading whine, nuzzling against his captain’s knee, “but without mah cage.”

It wasn’t as if you and Soap were discret in any way; no, you were both pawing desperately at Price’s pants, your own fingers tugging at his fly, while you felt the man’ eyes resting on you.

“I’ll make you feel good, daddy,” you cooed, “don’t you wanna see me get fucked by Rodolfo and Alejandro?”

Price let out a growl like sound - as you heard Soap’s own pants being opened, you shot him a glance. Once again, you appreciated not being in the cock-cage, watching how needy Soap looked. His cheeks were red and mouth open a little, forehead pressed against Price’s knee, hands almost shaking as he pulled out his cock, a bit of precum dripping from the cage.

“You know I want to, princess,” Price crooned, his free hand moving to pat your head - before it moved to run over Soap’s hair, who let out a needily whine, “think we should let out our boy, hm?”

“Please, please, daddy, daddy please–” The words almost stumbled out of Soap’s mouth, wobbly and desperate, “ hurts .”

“Yess,” you whimpered, “please, daddy, he deserves it.” Soap almost let out a howling sound in agreement, hushed by Price.

“You have been a very good boy,” Price agreed and he removed his hand from the other’s hair, “alright, bend over the desk, Soap.”

As soon as Soap was free of the cock cage, he was kissing you, pawing at your tits as you moaned and ran your fingers over his tensing stomach, enjoying how he was shaking with need. Your panties were already soaked from your moment with Ghost and the others, but they might as well be dripping by now. Your inner thighs felt wet with your desperation and you mewled into Soap’s mouth, your kiss deepening. It was only when Price pulled you from each other that you stopped to gasp for air.

Drool was trickling down your chin as you looked up at Price, who had a grip on each of your hair, the cigar abandoned in the ashtray.

He had opened his pants while the two of you were distracted, his erect cock now free for you to see, his heavy balls visible as well.

Both you and Soap instantly got your mouths on it, before Price could even say anything. You dragged your tongue along the musky member, moaning with delight - even giggling a little as your nose bumped into Soap’s. 

You almost fought over who got his cock in your mouths first, Soap growling at you like a little feral dog to which you slapped him on the chest before twisting his nipple- in the end, you let Soap go first, rutting a little against Price’s leg, the friction making you whimper. The sight and the sounds leaving both the men should be in a pornographic piece, Soap gurgling and moaning around the other man’s cock. Almost taking him fully - to which you leant forward, taking one of Price’s balls into your mouth, sucking on it. Your daddy moaning with delight, moving his hips, Soap letting out a little gagging sound.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you hissed, squirming a little in the seat, looking around the almost filled meeting room, “paperwork? This is the least sexy thing ever, Price!”

John merely raised an eyebrow at you, “Are you already misbehaving now, Bunny?”

You shut your mouth instantly, shaking your head, Soap snickering next to you.

“Good. Daddy wouldn’t want to take you over his knee again.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, everyone needs to read this through and we will talk about everything. If anything makes anyone uncomfortable, we need to know.”

You looked down at the paper and let out a little sigh. A sharp look from Price and you shut up again.

“Why don’t you get our Bunny ready for our guest, Johnny?” The moment the words left the Captain’s mouth Soap was on you, tackling you onto the bed, a delighted whine left you, giggling before the two of you kissed. His hands were instantly groping on you, anything he could reach, he was touching - not that you were much better, both groping his poor cock that you knew were aching, as well as that beautiful ass of his.

It wasn’t long before Price ripped him away from you by the mohawk however, forcing you to stop kissing, tutting at the two of you. “Not what I asked for, was it, boy?”

“N-no sir.”

“No - I’ll give you the command again, sergeant. Get her ready, only with your mouth,” The two of you let out excited sounds, making some of the other men in the room laugh. As if yours and Soap’s brain were on the same brainwave - needy and happy.

“Feral for her, no?” Alejandro asked Price and your eyes flickered to your guest - then to Rodolfo who sat on his knees in front of Ale, staring directly at you with a dark look; a collar around his neck, thicker than your own which rested around your own neck, a thick leather bulldog harness, as well a leash curled around Alejandro’s fist… holding him back. The sight made you shudder - Soap’s kisses distracting you, as he pulled up the summer dress.  

“Insatiable the two of them,” Price agreed with their friend, “they’ve been together all day, brats.”

Every demeaning word was lost as Soap pressed his lips against your panties, right against your core. Your panties were already soaked but the little friction felt like fireworks against your poor pussy, making you mewl in delight.

Since the two of you had been on edge for so long - Soap especially - it didn’t take long before you both orgasms. It just took a few licks of Soap’s filthy speakin’ tongue and a long suck to your clit - and you were gone. Soap moaning almost louder than you, forcing his tongue deeper into you. You were only vaguely aware of the way he was shaking, not able to focus for a moment. 

From the other’s words and the feeling of his hand, slightly wet on your thigh a moment later, you figured he had orgasmed too. Your feet were resting on his shoulders, Soap looking up at you through his lashes, face a little red, pupils blown; mohawk messy, face contorted into an expression of pleasure that you almost had not seen before on his face. He was making out with your pussy, forcing his tongue inside you with lazy thrusts, spit and juice around his mouth.

Pussy drunk - not that you could judge him, you almost felt high on his mouth, even as it became too much for a moment, making you whimper, oversensitivity forced into displeasure.

Soap’s big hands held down your thighs as you tried twisting away from the mouth, that for once wasn’t speaking, instead it was you who was whining and babbling away - it was almost too much, but then Price tapped his ass - and soap pulled back, gasping for air, a blissed out expression on his face, juices dripping from his chin.

Even with five other men besides Soap looking at you, you felt like it was only the two of you for a moment. The bed you were in was massive, the one Price usually got everyone to sleep in, the scent of your Captain and his team overwhelming you. 

“Ready for our guests, sweetheart?” Daddy’s words pulled you back into reality, the man’s words gentle and open; you knew if you said no, they would wait. You trusted them with all your heart and you nodded out a needy “uh-huh”, before you tugged on Soap’s hair gently: the Scot was up at your face instantly, wet lips kissing you as a loud growl left a man from the edge of the bed. Your eyes flickered to the owner of the sound.

Rodolfo Parra looked like he was ready to bounce, ready to eat you raw; held back by Alejandro, teeth bared, the man was fully zoned in on you; while Alejandro was grinning, clearly pleased with the slight fear you hadn’t been able to hide.

“Holy fuck,” the words left you, uttered so low that you were surprised they heard, Soap letting out a huff into your hair.

The chuckle that left Alejandro was dark, while Rodolfo let out something alike to a growl again, which reminded you of when Ghost hunted you in the forest. Only there was nowhere to run off to and hide now.

“Told ye, Bunny,” Soap cooed into your ear, “he’s the one ye should fear.”

“Don’t fret Cariño,” Alejandro’s voice sounded too happy for your liking, you pussy tensing around nothing, “I brought his muzzle, in case he bites too hard.”

You weren't really sure if it was a good thing or not.

Rodolfo was held back by Ghost, who even seemed to be struggling a little with it. Rodolfo was in his lap, the leash holding him back, tightly rolled around one of Ghost’s big hands. He was wiggling in the other man’s lap, growling at the sight of you and Alejandro, letting out Spanish words you didn’t know - whatever Ghost was whispering in his ears clearly wasn’t helping.

Since Soap had already eaten you out, this wasn’t really necessary, yet you still had Alejandro in between your thighs, licking and slurping obscenely loud - making you whimper at a new tongue, stubble scraping along your pussy.

Perhaps it was to tease Rodolfo, you weren’t sure - but Alejandro had sent Soap to the other man first, your juices still on his chin and lips. Rodolfo had licked him clean, grunting and growling and you were sure that Soap would have been wagging, had the man had a tail. Now he was seated in between Kyle’s legs instead, snuggled close to his teammate, while Ghost was holding back Rodolfo.

At first, you were too distracted by the fingering and licking, but before too long you had been commanded to move; now, on all fours, face towards the other men and directly towards Rodolfo, there was no way you could ignore him - nor Alejandro for that matter. 

The pleasure mixed with the fear in a delicious way, Alejandro’s hands sweet on you at first, but quickly pulling off your dress.

“He will only ruin it, Bunny,” he murmured in your ear as he let it fall to the floor, “and you have a beautiful body - shame to hide it, no?”

Alejandro didn’t let you beg for long; soon you had his cock pushing into you from behind you, your fingers tightening in the sheets of the bed, moaning from the feeling. Alejandro dominated you from behind; you didn’t even need to look at him, his words and movements enough. Cock battering into your cunt like he owned it.

Alejandro’s his rough hand curled around your throat, pressing against your collar, talking in between moans about how you tightened around him, each time he cut off your airways.

The others in the room were clearly affected as well - Soap and Kyle had abandoned their clothes by now, only Ghost and Price fully clothed, Alejandro naked as well. (To give your men something more to look at, Carino,” he had crooned, making your toes curl)

Alejandro was far from a quiet lover. In fact he was incredibly loud and it made you wonder for a short moment if other soldiers could hear; hear how you were fucking so good that it made the man was almost louder than you. Cooing about your pussy, about how lucky the men were to get you on a regular basis - how you could come visit Mexico any time, play around with Rudy. You were too busy drooling, feeling like you had been fucked dumb, no care in the world but the pleasure he gave you.

You had already come, Alejandro helping you to lay down, chuckling and murmuring words into your skin that you couldn’t understand; sweat on your body already, making you wonder how the fuck you were going to survive this. Eyes flickered to Alejandro’s cock as the man rose from the bed, speaking with some of the other; the cock was long and cut, despite just having come, he was still a little hard - it swung as he walked to his partner and you breathed out, resting against the covers, declining some of the water that Price silently offered you, with a shake of your head. Your captain was clearly turned on as well, his erection obvious in his pants.

Your eyes flickered back to Rudy and Alejandro. It almost looked like Rudy was shaking as he was finally let down from Ghost’s lap, your Lt giving the leash back to its rightful owner. Then the two guests were walking towards you and a few steps later, Rodolfo was close, eyes a little wide, grinning like a wolf being offered a lamb. He reminded you more and more of Ghost during your hunting scene and it made you lick your lips with excitement, his eyes following the movement of your tongue. One more to play hunter and prey with then… you wondered, for a short moment, if Rodolfo and Ghost would hunt you together? The thought was scary, yet so fucking delicious you almost wanted it instantly.

Rodolfo’s cock looked so thick, you were pretty sure you couldn’t even fit it in your mouth. It was dripping, almost purple with need.

“Stay calm, okay, Cariño?” With the warning said, Alejandro clicked off the leash - the moment he did, the beautiful man that was Rodolfo, was instantly on you. A part of you had expected him to go for your upper body or maybe just straight for you pussy - but he didn’t. Instead he went for your feet.

For a moment, Soap’s words echoed throughout your mind, “ and he is nae the kinky one of them two .” Right, Alejandro wasn’t the kinky one.

But you hadn’t expected this. Rudy was at your feet, biting and licking them, ignoring your first giggles as the bites weren’t hard and it wasn’t anything but ticklish. It was a matter of seconds before he bit harder and growled, holding onto your ankles - and as you helplessly began to fight him, trying to tug your feet free or get that ticklish tongue of his away, you were stopped.

“Ey, you told papi you would be calm,” Alejandro chastised while tutting at you before grabbing your wrists, so that you couldn’t push Rudy away, “You’ll only rile him up more, Cariño~”

“Maybe she should do just that,” Ghost hummed darkly from his corner, “teach ‘er a lesson.”

“Wouldn’t that be a sight,” Price mused from his chair, a chuckle following him as you screeched and whimpered.

“Nggggghh,” you could barely muster out anything, teeth nipping sharply at your toes, “make him stop, papi, it’s too much! Daddy!”

Price merely laughed as you called out for him, Rudy biting down harder on your foot, leaving a perfect indent of his teeth behind.

“Buen perro, Rudy,” Alejandro said, “ven a probar un poco más.” Whatever it was Alejandro said, Rudy did stop - attacking your feet at least. He sniffed at your pussy, giving it a few licks, licking away some of Alejandro’s cum that was dripping out of you - before continuing his attack on your body. He sniffed deeply at your armpits, growling almost in delight, tongue running along your pit. The feeling was so alien it made you whine and twist a little, held tight by Alejandro’s grip. 

Alejandro was talking, both to you and Rudy, but neither of you were listening.There were echoes of agreement from the other men but you were too gone to care. You could feel his thick member rubbing against your puffy pussy, easily gliding back and forth a little from the spit and cum. The head of his cock almost pushed into your hole - a needy whimper leaving you, the need to feel his thick cock inside of you was overwhelming. Yet he just continued to rut against your cunt, too busy with your body, licking at your armpits and tits, as you looked up at Alejandro, almost feeling desperate.

“Please, Papi, make ‘im fuck me, please, pleas–”

The hand that brushed your pussy for less than a second wasn’t Alejandro’s nor Rudy’s - instead it was daddy, who had moved to take a hold of Rudy's cock, directing it towards your cunt. First thrust missed as you whimpered and Rudy dragged his teeth along your collarbone. 

However, the second thrust didn’t miss and Rudy filled you up in one hard, brutal thrust - his teeth sinking down into your skin with such a strength that you almost screamed; creaming around his cock instantly. 

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His teeth sunk in deeper than you had expected as he fucked you hard: short thrusts, almost sending you up the bed, hadn’t it been for Alejandro. Said man got Rodolfo to let go of your skin, Spanish words that you didn’t understand, scolding him. Rodolfo almost growled back, never stopping his movements, oversensitivity rushing through your body for a moment, tears forming in your eyes.

Rodolfo never took his eyes off you; staring down at you with his lust blown eyes, mouth slightly open, as he grabbed onto the sheets around you to get more leverage. 

“He likes soft girls, Cariño,” Alejandro explained teasingly, a hand shortly ruffling through Rudy’s hair. The other man growled but made no attempt to bite him, focusing on you instead; hammering into you like nothing else in life mattered. He leant down, huffing against your armpit and licking the skin while you whimpered - before moving to lick off the tears, that you didn’t realise was falling from your eyes.

The bliss of your orgasm had turned into oversensitivity, then pain, then pleasure - now you were close once more, Rudy grabbing onto your tits, moaning and growling pleased as he fucked you.

“You like this, cariño? Like being fucked by puppy, eh?” Alejandro teased, and you had to focus to let anything but moans and babbles out.

“Gonna come,” you finally managed, brain barely working as Rudy fucked you brutally, “gonna come, Rudy, pl— AH-“ somehow an even harder thrust, “PLEASE PLEASE - Papi, please! Rudy!”

He squeezed your tits harder, bordering on painful - and then he changed his angle a little, which seemed to be it. Because three thrusts later, you came with a wail, Rudy almost roaring above you. He came a couple of thrusts later, before kissing you. It was messy and mostly tongue, spit getting everywhere as you both shook a little from the aftermath of your orgasms.

Alejandro let go of your hands, Rudy pulling back and out of you, probably tugged away by someone, and his partner's hands were instantly petting your hair and caressing your cheeks, whispering praise at you. Rudy was gone then and several soft hands were on you - Price helping to get you to sit up a little, drinking water, Kyle getting you to eat a bite or two of a protein bar. You were sweaty and probably a mess, your stockings halfway fallen off, but you didn’t give a damn. Neither did the men, it seemed.

The blindfold was a comfort in a way, blocking out the sight of all the men looking at you. It almost made you breathe easier, Gaz praising you as he fastened it. A shiver went through you as he ran his fingers over your soft stomach then, whispering sweet words in your ear.

“You’re doing so well, mommy,” the title still made you squirm, making you feel flustered. It wasn’t embarrassing, not really, but like a fire burning in your lower belly, somewhat shameful. Gaz chuckled softly, “Are you okay with headphones?” 

“Green,” you whispered, carefully reaching out, slightly afraid to poke him in his eye - but Gaz leant into your arms, kissing one of your palms, making you sigh. His lips were soft, his gentle stubble rubbing against your fingertips.

“Thank you mommy - just yell out yellow or red, yeah?”

“Yes,” you agreed - then the world got a little muffled, ear plugs out into your ears and then a pair of headphones over your ears. It was like everything got so muffled, nothing was able to be heard properly. A sigh left you. You were pretty sure it did at least, it was hard to hear.

His hands ran over your collar - then your hands were pulled together and soft fabric began to tie your wrists together. Gaz’ soft mouth kissing you afterwards.

Gaz hands were gentle - that was until he tipped his fingers, dragging his nails over your chest - then a mouth on your nipple, sucking, making sounds you couldn’t quite hear escape you. Especially as another mouth joined, sucking on your other nipple. When you tried touching him the best you could, the other pulled away, making you whimper. 

Gaz’ hands pulled at you then gently, you held onto his shoulder - more hands were on you, helping you move, the many hands, more than three people making you shiver, helplessly looking around - then you settled in Gaz’ lap, slowly sliding down on his cock. All the other hands disappeared; all you could feel was Gaz beneath you, inside you. Feel the way his chest rose and fell, as your hands were on his chest. 

It was odd to not have hearing or sight - you slowly became more aware of other things. In particular the cock inside you - how it fitted perfectly inside you, making you open your mouth to pant as you rolled your hips. Only to be stopped by Gaz’ hands, on your hips. You were pretty sure you let out a confused noise, looking down at him from habit, despite not being able to see him. He grabbed your cheeks, pulling them apart.

A wet finger suddenly circled your asshole, making you flinch. Kisses upon your neck, as to calm you - then the finger pushed in, making you open your mouth once more. You weren’t really sure if sound escaped you. You didn’t really care.

The familiar scent of Soap was clear as the person behind you pressed against your shoulder. His hair was longer than any of the others at the moment, together with the buzzed sides and he was nuzzling against you like a cat in heat. You rolled your hips again, barely able to, from Gaz’ strong grip - but you did manage to get some of the double action.

It seemed like they had a plan. Double penetration. You tightened around Gaz’ hard cock at the mere thought, feeling his hands tighten and chest move, one of his hands moving to grab onto your collar, another whimper leaving you. As if to tell you to behave.

You could feel Soap’s lips move against your shoulder as he added another finger, making you tense a little - move lube dripping onto his fingers just a moment later. A part of you wished you could hear him, hear his dirty words mixing with Gaz, but like this everything felt almost more intense.

His fingers were beginning to slide in and out of your asshole, making you whine and twist a little, feeling the urge to come once again overwhelming you. You figured Gaz was laughing at you, given the way his chest shook beneath you. Another finger pressed into your hole and you tipped your head forward, finding Gaz’ hand. Lazily licking it, knowing sounds were leaving you.

Then Soap pulled out fully and there was no warning, before you felt the tip of a cock press against it. It forced its way past your ring, the lube plenty, yet it was still an odd feeling. It wasn’t unusual for Soap to fuck your ass, in fact that man was feral to do that every time he got the chance. But you couldn’t remember the last time they had taken you like this.

You wanted to look, but you didn’t at the same time, the feeling of being filled in both holes suddenly overwhelming. Not too much, but you almost felt drunk for a second. The darkness helped calming you, helped not get too overstimulated. You were afraid you would have come, had you seen Gaz’ pretty face when like this, or heard Soap’s whining. You licked Gaz’ hand some more.

Nobody moved. You let out a whine. You weren’t sure your mouth worked properly anymore, your tongue feeling heavy. Still, you managed to push out “green, green, please, fuck me, please–”. You weren’t sure whether it was said, whispered or screamed but it didn’t really matter because your two men did as told. The hand you were licking disappeared much to your disappointment but then Gaz merely raised you with his hands and before you could react, grip on your hips tight before he pulled you down on his cock again. 

Whenever Gaz’ cock hit the perfect spot in you, Soap pulled back – then thrusted deep inside you once Gaz pulled back, like a perfect synchronised movement. There was not a moment where you weren’t brought to pleasure, and your nails dug into poor Gaz’ chest, as you fought to stay upright. Crying out with pleasure and moaning without a care. 

A hand - Soap’s you thought but you weren’t sure - slid along your stomach in the front, before in front of your cunt and… his fingers found your clit with ease, familiarity. It was a bit of a struggle, all the moving and keeping his fingers on there, but somehow he managed to somewhat well.

A familiar feeling crept up upon you - however, it was all so much that you weren’t sure you even managed to warn them before it happened. You squirted, hard, tensing around both of them, your entire body shaking with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

They came not too long after - both inside of you. Your legs were shaking, no, maybe your entire body. Knowing that all of the men inside the room had seen that, seen you been fucked by two men at once, seen you squirt. It made sparkles fly off inside your stomach and rib cage, lowkey proud you could even handle them.

Hands, once more. The headphones were taking off you first and you could hear yourself panting properly now, not only feeling it in your chest and mouth. The ear buds then, before the blindfold was gently removed. You heard Kyle telling you to keep your eyes close, but you didn’t listen, blinking and whining as the light of the room hit you. 

Soap was still rutting slightly against you, cock slowly softening in your back hole. He was humming deeply in delight into your shoulder, teeth tugging on your collar now and again. 

“Such a good mommy,” Kyle cooed beneath you, a whine leaving you. Finally Soap pulled out with a grunt, giving your neck a soft kiss.

“Perfect fer us, Bunny,” Soap confirmed, “Showing our guests how braw ye can be.”

You blinked, still a little out of breath, before looking over at Alejandro and Rodolfo who was sitting by Price – Rodolfo had been muzzled, but given the way he was twitching in Alejandro’s lap and the cum dripping from Price’s hand, you figured he had been jerked off to the sight of you.

“eres un espectáculo para la vista,” Alejandro agreed with a hungry grin but you were distracted by Gaz and Soap helping you to lay down. A third pair of hands appeared however - and as you laid down on your side, a half-dressed body spooned you from behind. It was easy to see who it was, just from the hands. Ghost’s large hands with his many scars feeling you over, while he breathed against your neck.

“Bunny,” He sighed against your neck. You could feel the mask had been pushed up over his nose, as he scraped his teeth along your neck and shoulder. 

“Ghostie,” you whined back and he pulled you closed, so close that you could feel his chest rising - and his erection pressing against your ass, “‘s so much.”

“Got what you asked for, didn’t you?” the bigger man teased, “got fucked all good, huh?”

You nodded, whimpering as he bit your ear lobe gently - trying to push yourself against his cock, a small, almost pathetic, “please” leaving you.

“No,” he hummed, though he began to rut against you, only his boxers keeping you from feeling his big cock, “Not now.”

You tried looking over your shoulder at him, but one of his hands moved to press your face against the sheets again.

“Sir,” you whined.

“Hush,” he merely replied, “Now be a good slut and let me use you, yeah?”

“Y-yessir,” you refused to argue over that, obediently not looking at him, even as his hand removed from your face, to tug down his boxers.

You hadn’t even heard Price move - so you got surprised for a second as he sat down next to you, at the edge of the bed. Running his knuckles over your cheek.

“Look at you,” he mused, “Our little slut.”

“Daddy,” you whined, unable to keep yourself from reaching out for him, but he tutted at you, while Ghost let out a deep growl, tugging you closer as he slid his cock in between your thighs with no warning, a small cry leaving you. His cock barely peaked out at the front, but god, it pressed against your pussy lips, teasing you.

“Be good for Ghost,” daddy warned, “be nice and tight around him, yeah?”

You nodded, instantly trying to push your thighs tighter around Ghost, who let out a moan. The slide was nice from the slick and cum, as well as some of the lube that Soap had used, which had slid down. You let out a pleased sigh, moving your body so it was easier for Ghost to thrust into you from the side. He growled and tightened his grip around you, sinking his fingers into your stomach and tit, moving quicker suddenly.

The cock grinded against your pussy even more now, the friction making your eyes roll up, mouth opening, eyebrows furrowing with pleasure as he continued with hard thrusts. It was too much yet not enough at the same time.

“S-Si,” you gasped, “please–”

He only tightened his grip on you, a groan leaving him, as he thrusted a little faster. You knew you could safeword or yellow out any moment but you didn’t want to; Ghost’s dark want for you was like a drug, even when it bordered on pain.

“Be nice ,” Daddy’s warning was a little darker now. You didn’t know if you wanted more or less at this point, your body was so spent that it was almost too painful, yet his fast thrusts, not inside of you, felt painful as well.

“Too much,” you whined, Simon growling, only fucking you faster somehow, the slaps of your body colliding almost echoing in John’s room, the wet sounds so lewd that it made you want to hide your face.

Your toes curled and body began to spasm as your fingers grabbed onto Simon's arms, whining and panting.

You weren’t seeing stars, but galaxies despite not even having come. Overwhelmed and overstimulated, watched and held close, used by everyone you cared about. Having been fucked by the guests.

He came with a pleased, deep groan that turned into a moan. He panted into your neck, before kissing it a couple of times. His cum was dripping on your thighs, on your stomach and onto your pussy.

“Good girl,” Price whispered, leaning down to gently kiss your temple, making you whine, still not quite able to open your eyes.

One of Ghost’s hands moved, gently prying your legs open, exposing your dripping pussy, your wet thighs. You could hear praise and pleased sound at the sight, making you almost feel shy, squirming a little in Ghost’s arms. Sweet Ghost who began licking away any drop of sweat he could reach.

You swore John fucking Price was being as silent as possible today, because when he settled in between your legs, you had to blink a few times to realize he had moved from besides you.

“You did so well, mommy,” he praised, several voices agreeing, “daddy’s gonna lick you clean, yeah? Then we all relax.”

You felt like you were floating, barely able to nod, letting out a pleased sigh as the familiar feeling of a beard tickling your skin was felt. He licked slowly, humming against your skin, licking off cum and juices with a pleased rumble, like a bear enjoying its honey.

The grapes were pushed against your lips one after one, Alejandro praising you for each one, using words you didn’t always understand. Kyle got you to take a couple more bites of the protein bar and John helped you to the bathroom after a little while. They all made sure you got plenty of water and Gatorade, all sharing snacks and drinks. Wet wipes were used to get off dried body fluids and bitemarks were checked to make sure they weren’t too deep, Rudy shyly apologising.

It ended up like a big cuddle pile afterwards. 

Limbs intertwined like vines, skin touching skin, hair tickling ribs and stomachs. Talk, gossip and praise all mixed together as you closed your eyes, face mushed against Price’s hairy chest. Hands and legs from so many people touching you.

In a little euphoric, erotic paradise, you let sleep take over your tired body. 

You weren’t sure for how long you had slept, but it didn’t matter. Pleasure from being filled up had you blink a couple of times, a confused sigh leaving you, unsure of where you were or what was happening- then something moved inside of you,, a drag of pleasure that made you gasp. Opening your eyes did nothing; the blindfold was back on, a whimper leaving you, as hands on your skin dug into you - you touched the man behind you, who was currently also inside you.

The other bunnies were not gonna believe all that had happened these days.

He growled, forcing his cock deeper into your cunt all meanly, fingers tightening slightly around your throat. You mewled, moving out of instinct, trying to get further away, a hand on your hip pulling you back.

“Bunny,” he rumbled, huffing against your shoulder, his cock pulling out then inside again, “be still - naughty slag.”

A whimper left you, the words making your toes curl with shame. You knew it was Ghost, had known for a few seconds, but still it made something inside of you afraid, embarrassed, humiliated. Used like this, his cock forcing its way inside your body while you were sleeping. It was an addicting feeling, one you had come to love these last months. But usually, you and Ghost had been alone while it happened. Which you weren’t now - so you knew who to get help from.

“Daddy,” you whined, pathetically patting in front of you, the blindfold keeping you from seeing who was nearby; you touched somebody else, feeling their body hair - but then Ghost, mean as he was, grabbed your hand and pulled it to your chest. His cock deep pushed deeper inside somehow. It was as if you could feel him in your stomach, his cock rearranging your organs. His thrusts slow and mean, his rhythm seemingly never ending. Sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

“Daddy’s not gonna save ya’,” Ghost growled, making you whimper and gasp as he rolled his hips, barely pulling back before forcing his cock inside you again, “not this time, princess.”

His taunting reminded you of when you had been running through the forest; but like this it was different because you could hear the breathing and weak moans from the other men, all on the bed too. You could hear them touch their own cocks and each other, they could see how Ghost forced your cunt open with his big cock - yet you couldn’t see them. It was unfair really.

You liked knowing that you made them hard, that you turned them on. Being watched had turned into one of your main kinks throughout your time with them.

“So noisy,” he muttered darkly, tightening his grip, pressing the leather collar you wore, against your skin a little harder. He had told you that before, once fucking you after a mission, the others sleeping around you.

There was no reason for you to be quiet now, yet the words felt humiliating and made your bottom lip wobble a little.

The rumble-like sound that left Ghost almost made him sound like a big feline, pleased with how his prey were struggling. He kept fucking you, hard and deep thrusts, so wet sounding that you felt like it echoed in the room. The blindfold kept you from seeing where the others were, if they were watching you. You moaned and cried out at the next thrust, the hand on your throat steady. Not cutting off air, but there, like a constant reminder that you were owned . 

A hand touched your head then - not Ghost’s, one of his were on your throat, the other holding onto your thigh, keeping your leg tilted open, so that your pussy was easily available for him. The hand touched your forehead, then along your hair. There was movement on the bed and in between your moans of pleasure, you could hear the shuffling and soft voices of the people you cared for. Then, somebody moved in front of you, laying down and you reached forward again, a chuckle leaving the other as you found his bare chest. He reached forward himself, grabbing your tits and squeezing them, Ghost moaning behind you.

“It’s making ‘er cunt tighter,” he growled, somehow keeping his pace while you moaned and landed, the hands on your chest playing with your nipples.

“It’s because you’re a good mommy, isn’t it?” Gaz whispered and a ripple of embarrassment and pleasure ran through you and you twitched in Ghost’s grip, unable to escape but not wanting to either; being called mommy in front of all these people made your toes curl and hands grab onto Gaz’s shoulder, the urge to hide in his chest big. Ghost huffed into your neck, licking it a couple of times, like a feral dog, claiming its bitch.

“Isn't it?” 

You whimpered, nodding to Gaz’ words, the other man pinching your nipples.

“‘T is, it is,” you agreed, words slurred.

“And mommy likes being watched, likes having all her men watching her, don’t you?”

“Gaz, please-ah - please! ” You weren’t sure if you were begging for him or for Ghost, but it didn’t matter anyways. You were pretty sure your brain was going to burn out, folding in on itself with the many emotions you were experiencing.

“C’mon - say it then,” he played with your tits again, nimble fingers touching and pawing while Ghost kept fucking like an engine that would go on forever. Trying to break you into two pieces with his fucking cock. “Say it - say mommy likes being watched while Ghostie fucks me.”

The words made Ghost rumble, almost trying to pull you closer.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, “not gonna let ya’ get it if ya’ don’t say it.”

“Ah please - ghost - ah ah - mommy - mommy likes being fucked,” the words spilled from your lips, desperate and needy, slurred with the pleasure and overwhelming desire that was rushing through your body, like a shooting star, ready to burst, “mommy likes being watched while - ah - while Ghostie fucks me!”

It was as if that was the trigger Ghost had waited for; his cum shot into you, no doubt joining the remains of the others’, grinding himself deep into you — you tipped over the edge yourself then, Gaz’ hand barely managed to touch your clit. You didn’t feel embarrassed for squirting this time, it was like a relief in a way; something you didn’t know you had needed.

There was so much praise, so much love around you. Making you sigh and whine, leaning against any hand that would touch you, high on pleasure.

Food was a relatively calm affair, much in contrast to the sex marathon that you had all going on. You were in one of Kyle’s shirts, which was a little tight around your tits, but right now you didn’t mind it. A blanket around you and resting in daddy’s lap, watching the others talk, laughing along while Price made sure you are. Hand feeding you himself; you had attempted taking one bite of the sandwich and he had almost threatened you with a spanking.

My princess doesn’t need to worry ’bout a thing , he had crooned, my sweet Bunny. You ate the attention raw, knowing he meant it. Unlike in the beginning, you were more confident now - no longer afraid to ask for sex or anything. You loved them all - probably more than you should. Loved the way they loved each other. How they fucked each other, how they fucked you.

He leant his head against your neck as you watched the others, swallowing some of the sandwich - then dutifully opening your mouth when Rudy offered you a strawberry.

“R‘Member when you came to my office?” He whispered into your skin, breathing in your scent, the memory making you smile, “all upset an cryin’ - that sweet pussy of yours was crying too.”

You let out an amused huff. You remembered it quite well and it made you want to hide in your hands from embarrassment. You had been so confused over how nobody had fucked you yet, so unsure of yourself. 

“So shy and sweet - letting me corrupt you.”

“Dinnae take all the honour, sir,” Soap piped in, “we helped corrupting our lass too.”

“Looked so confident when ya’ left Gaz with a boner in the food mess,” Ghost recollected with a teasing yet pleased tone to his voice, Gaz rolling his eyes while Rudy and Ale laughed.

“Would have paid to see that,” Rudy mused.

“Nah you should have paid to see us when I fucked her on the couch in our common room a little later - was nice, wasn’t it, Bunny?”

You let out a dreamy sigh at the memory, leaning back against Price’s chest. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, remembering how you had worried about people walking in - how you had felt when Gaz made you come, “it was really nice.”

You still felt high. Like you were floating on a soft soft couch, doing all good. Price nuzzled against your neck again.

“Pretty darlin’ girl,” he mused softly, “think that’s enough for today, yeah?”

“Noooe,” you whined, even if you could barely move your body, “daddy, want more, please - I’ll be good.”

“Ssssh sweetheart- it’s okay. You are good, you’re wonderful. The best bunny we have. But you’re dropping, yeah? It’s been a long day. Remember what that means?”

You blinked a little slowly. Yes, you knew what that meant. Despite wanting to be a good girl, you were tired - and while dropping, Daddy always wanted you to be honest.

“M’kay,” you finally agreed, “wanna sleep soon.”

“Of course.”

“I was the first to make her squirt.” Ghost then proudly proclaimed to your guests, making you groan - and giggle a bit.

It wasn’t until the next day thay it was like the fog was gone for your mind — despite being tired, you wanted to make the best out of the time the guests were here - which was why you were currently on top of Alejandro, letting out a pleased sigh as your barely covered cunt was pressed against the bulge in his pants.

“Can’t even wait for me to get undressed, no?” His words were taunting you, but the pleasure was easy to see in his lust blown eyes and the way his jaw tensed every time you rolled your hips. 

“Take your clothes off,” you demanded, tugging at his shirt, making Soap laugh from behind you. His hands slid around you and took a hold of your tits, giving each a squeeze.

“Dinnae be mean to yer guest, Bonnie lass,” the Scotsman pointed out, “ye are nae even undressed yerself.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you gestured to your current outfit- or rather, lack thereof. You were only wearing a pair of panties and a matching bra; said bra was being pushed down by Soap now, freeing your tits, Alejandro groaning beneath you.

“Eres hermosa,” he said, but you didn’t know what it meant; not that it mattered, the way he was looking at you, tightening his grip on your soft sides. 

“Please, papi,” you whined, “wanna come. I need to get ready anyways, I nee-“

“Shush-“ Alejandro rolled his hips as the word left him, pressing his bulge against your pussy in a wonderful way that gave you friction for a mere moment, “perrito, go get me the lube, eh?”

Soap was off immediately, back only a moment later, throwing the bottle at Alejandro who caught it easily.

“Good boy - help her get the clothes off.”

Soap was on you immediately- it was no surprise really, he knew your ass was gonna get fucked, so he was immediately interested.

You could hear Price light a cigar.

Now naked and back in Alejandro’s lap in mere seconds, Alejandro sat up, shamelessly pulling your ass cheeks apart, exposing you little pucker to the others in the room, making you lean forward a little. An actual whine left Soap.

“C’mon then, perrito,” Alejandro mused, “get her ready for me.”

There was no need to ask again. Soap got the lube on his fingers almost immediately, playing with your hole, the cold lube making you whine.

“Be good for papi,” Alejandro whispered into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine, “we don’t want Rodolfo to hurt you, no?”

You whimpered, shaking your head as you hid your face in his neck, one of Soap’s nimble fingers pushing inside you.

“Or do you?” he asked darkly, pulling your cheeks a little further apart, the wet sounds of Soap fingering made you curl your toes.

“No papi,” you answered against his skin, breathing in his scent. Lube ran down your ass, resting near your pussy, dripping down on Alejandro’s pants.

“ No? Don’t want his mean cock bullying inside you, cariño?” 

Soap groaned at his words, fucking you harder on his fingers, making you cry out. Fingers digging into your shirt. 

“No,” you almost sounded like you were begging but you couldn’t get yourself to care, trying to rut against Soap’s fingers. 

“How many fingers, sergeant?” Price asked and though you couldn’t see him, your hole clenched around the fingers.

“Three, sir.”

“One more,” Alejandro ordered and Soap followed his command instantly, making you open your mouth in surprise. A mewling sound left you, making the man you were currently holding onto chuckle.

“‘S enough, papi,” you whined, gasping as Soap added more cold lube.

“Better too much than too little,” Ale reminded you, kissing your forehead. 

Finally Soap pulled his fingers back, declaring you ready - and the moment Alejandro let go of your ass, you used his distraction to push him down onto the mattress, grinding your pussy against his still hard cock, hidden beneath fabric.

“Clothes off,” you demanded, taking in how Alejandro grinned while liking his lips.

“Be polite,” John pointed out from an armchair in the corner of the room, “naughty girls get punished - you know that.”

His voice was slipping into daddy territory, making your pussy clench as you looked over at him. There was going to be a big wet spot on Alejandro’s pants. You whined.

“He is still dressed,” you pointed out, looking down at Alejandro again, who was grinning darkly, amused with your desperation, “need you Ale.”

“Poor princesa,” Alejandro cooed in a teasing voice, squeezing your soft thighs, “so needy .”

You gave the shirt a much harder tug and the sound of a couple of seams breaking almost echoed in the room. 

Soap, who had been palming at your chest with lube covered fingers, let go of your tits, raising his hands as if to say that wasn’t me. 

Alejandro tutted beneath your.

“Bad manners, eh?”

“I need your cock, papi,” you replied in a whiny voice, beginning to hump him again, “Por favor!”

Alejandro just laughed at you, giving your ass a little swat - but you were saved by the door of the room opening. Ghost walked inside with Rudy on his knees behind him, followed by a smiling Kyle.

“Your pup isn’t happy about the muzzle,” Ghost pointed out and you shuddered, looking directly into Rodolfo’s eyes. He was indeed wearing a muzzle- you knew he had requested it himself, but still. 

“Eh, it’s for the best”, Alejandro mused, sitting up, smiling at you, “can’t have him leave permanent marks.”

Rudy was naked, wearing his collar and harness again, but this time the muzzle would be saving you from the mean bites. It took Alejandro too long to undress according to you - and seemingly Rudy too, who was growling and pulling at the leash. You watched his lover undress in front of you, ignoring the stained pants behind the two of you, licking your lips.

Alejandro’s cock stood proud and you moaned loudly when you finally slid down on it; it stretched and filled your pussy in such a nice way after all the teasing, that you almost wanted to cry. 

Rudy was barking and you looked over your shoulder at him, taking in the dark look in his eyes. You loved how he felt safe enough with Alejandro to comfortably rest in this headspace.

You were so filled you could barely breathe. Ghost was pressing Rudy against you, keeping him from fucking your ass until you felt ready.

“Dios mío,” Alejandro murmured darkly beneath you, “I can feel his cock inside you, cariño.”

The words made you whine and clench around both of their cocks, making them both moan.

Rodolfo tried biting you on instinct, the leather muzzle saving you from his teeth, making him growl and  you whimper, his hips trying to move, Ghost letting out a dark huff.

“Ready Bunny?” He asked, ever so attentive to you, even though he wasn’t going to fuck you; checking in, before he let Rudy go.

“Yessir,” you gasped, “green, green, please, let him go, I can–”

You didn’t get any further, your Lieutenant letting go of one of their guests. The movement from Rudy was instantly, moaning and pulling out, fucking up into you - hadn’t it been for Alejandro’s big hands holding on to you and keeping in on his cock, you might have been moved forward.

“Fuck,” you mewled, fingers digging into Alejandro’s chest, nails pressing against his scarred yet soft skin, leaving indents that only made him moan. It only took a couple of attempts, then the two lovers managed to find a rhythm that fit you. It made you moan and writhe, barely able to focus, to control your body.

When one cock filled you up, the other pulled out and vice versa, constantly keeping you full and in pleasure, making you wail with pleasure. You screamed their names, screamed ‘Papi’, your mind unable to make your mouth shut up.

Your first orgasm hit hard; the wet sounds almost echoed in the room, only overtaken by your scream and the men’s moans. For a short moment, your body tried escaping - Alejandro pulling you back down onto his cock, Rudy snarlin and sliding his hand around to grab your throat. He wasn’t cutting off any air, merely keeping you there, almost hiding your collar.

You got over sensitive but the men didn’t stop; you didn’t want them too, too high on pleasure and pure humiliation of letting your team watch you get railed by their friends. Watching them use you like nothing but a fucktoy, happily sharing you with them. It was everything you had dreamt of and more.

Your second orgasm came suddenly and unexpectedly. It made Alejandro roar and pant, fucking into you a couple of times more, before he came, filling you cunt. Rudy kept going a couple of times more, his hand tightening around your throat for a moment - then he came inside you with a whimper of delight.

All three of you were panting, Alejandro letting out a chuckle of delight, gently caressing your soft thighs, while Rudy let go of your throat, instead nuzzling against your neck, his hands almost gently holding onto your tits instead. You were panting, all of you were and you let out a pleased sigh, their cocks slowly going soft inside of you. You moved one of your arms, to gently scratch Rudy’s cheek the best you could from the muzzle, who let out a pleased sound. 

“Thank you,” you managed to whisper to the two men, Alejandro chuckling darkly beneath you, Rudy letting out another pleased sound.

“No thank you , Bunny,” Alejandro answered charmingly, “let’s get ya’ cleaned up, eh?”

It was Price who ended up cleaning you up the most, your team helping you all three to get apart and felt comfortable. Soap made sure Rudy got his muzzle off - so that the two of them could make out, softly cuddling next to each other in the big bed, Kyle and Ghost helping them all get cleaned up too, making sure everyone was comfortable and feeling good.

Price however, or rather Daddy, wasn’t done with you however.

“Sweet thing,” he muttered, having you sit in his lap, his lips tasting of cigar smoke and dark want, “how are you doing?”

“Good, daddy,” you answered, nuzzling against his cheek, his beard scratching your skin, “need you.”

“Yeah?” his voice was dark, teasing almost, making you squirm in his still clothed lap, “Need daddy to take care of you.” 

You could hear Kyle moan quietly, Alejandro chuckling before kissing him - you could hear their dirty sounds, but your mind was focused on the man whose lap you were currently sitting in.

“Mmm,” he was sounding pleased, playing absentmindedly with your perked nipples, making you shiver, “However, there is something we need to do first.”

You just replied with a needy sound, hoping that thing was something like his tongue in your cunt - or better, him helping you get another orgasm immediately. One of his hands slid from your tit, to settle in between them, spreading his fingers and pushing you against his front a little more.

“You were rather naughty earlier.” 

You hadn’t even realised that you had closed your eyes, but you opened them at once.

“What?” there wasn’t any attempt at being sexy or needy with the word, it was just pure confusion - and a fear of what you did, not to mention, the consequence of it.

You wiggled a little in his lap, but he pressed you closer against his own chest, seemingly having expected you to try to create a distance between the two of you. You could hear several men behind you laugh and you sent Soap a sharp look, only able to see him over your shoulder.

“Mmhm,” Price just continued, “You were rather rude earlier when Alejandro was being sweet to you - very impatient.”

You winced, remembering how something in his clothes had been ripped, probably a seam of two.

“‘M sorry Alejandro,” you said, trying to turn around to look at your guest and hopefully escape a punishment from daddy, “Didn’t mean to, papi.”

It was Rudy who snorted. You would slap his ass if you could reach.

“Now, are you actually sorry, Carino or just scared of what your daddy will do?”

You didn’t answer for a moment and that seemed to be enough of an answer for Price.

“Lay down over my lap,” he calmly stated, ignoring your whine, “Now.”

“But daddy~” you tried, as he gave you a push, offering you to move on your own; you purposefully moved slowly, hoping to get his mind changed.

“No ‘but daddy’ from you,” his voice got sterner, “now, Princess. Every time you complain, I’ll add two spanks.”

“That’s not –”

“Three spanks extra.”

You shut up, knowing there wasn’t any way to escape.

The first slap made you gasp and send Price a look over your shoulder, annoyed look on your face; it was met with a raised eyebrow, Price almost daring you to complain.  The first had been hard and you didn’t want to know whatever amount Price had decided on, if they were all going to be like that. 

The others were spread around you on the bed, watching Price sit on the bed, with you across his lap, as you huffed loudly in annoyance and settled down upon the mattress again. Ignoring Soap and Kyle’s grins at you.

“What was that?”

You tensed a little, not looking back up at Price again, his question dark.

“N-nothing, daddy.” You stammered, not wanting even more spanks than necessary. You ignored the low whispering between Rudy and Ale, instead focusing on untensing.

“Don’t think I’ll go nice on you, just because we have guests.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes and pressing your face against the covers of the bed.

The following spank made you open your mouth from the surprise, but you didn’t say anything or look at him.

It was the following fifteen that broke you fully. He didn’t stop, merely pushing away your hands as you desperately tried hiding your ass cheeks, the last five he had given still burning your skin. You could hear laughs from some of the other men.

“C’mon mommy, behave for daddy,” Gaz crooned meanly, while you sobbed and desperately tried wiggling away, Price having your wrists in one hand and slapping your ass twice. It made you cry out and squirm, trying to tug yourself free.

Your ass burned from the pain and your body burned from the humiliation. You were misbehaving by trying to get away, yet you didn’t care; trying to tug yourself free, wriggle your burning ass away from his warm palm.

Where the fuck Soap got the rope from you didn’t know - but you called him a traitor anyways to which he blew you a kiss, then he was pulled back to Ghost who returned his groping, while daddy tied your hands behind your back.

Your brain turned fuzzy after the next slaps, your skin burned and throbbed and your sobs more quiet. There must have been at least 10 more; it was on your upper thighs and ass, meaning you would feel it no matter how you sat tomorrow. 

It was as if your skin was ignited, both by pain but also by pleasure. Mostly pain, but still, the pleasure was there, thrumming through your body.

Then Daddy’s hand rested on your ass - It made you jump more than a slap would, since it was what you had expected. You were panting; you raised your head, looked over your shoulder, having to focus for a moment before you met Price’s gaze.

“My good girl,” he mused all sweetly, gently rubbing your scorching skin with his hand that had slapped it mere moments ago, “daddy’s girl just needed a reminder, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you agreed, sniffling shortly, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“- and to Papi?”

You tipped your head to the other side, watching Alejandro; the sight of Rodolfo being forced down onto his cock, nose breathing into Alejandro’s pubes was a sight to behold. You wondered for a moment, if they would ever let you fuck one of them. The thought made your pussy throb.

“I’m sorry for being rude, papi.” You said, taking in Alejandro’s almost feral grin, Rudy barely moving despite how he might not be able to breathe much, “I’ll be nicer.”

“It’s okay, cariño,” he promised, one of his hands running through his partner’s short hair. “Seeing you be spanked was worth it.” 

Finally Rudy was allowed to pull back and he gasped, panting for air; you almost wanted to lick the spit from his lips, to kiss him silly, but Rudy was busy trying to get Alejandro’s cock deep down his throat once more.

“Good girl,” Price hummed and you tipped your head back to look up at the man, so dangerous yet so loving to you, “Daddy's girl deserves a treat now, doesn’t she, boys?”

There were various ways of agreeing, Ghost letting out a dark grunt, one hand on Soap’s cock, the other hand more or less inside Soap’s mouth to keep him quiet - so it was more of a gagging sound from him - and an agreeable hum from Gaz, who was lazily stroking himself, laying on his side, watching you. 

You whined, nodding in agreement yourself; sure you hadn’t taken the punishment that well, since you had to be bound. But you did take it. That meant something.

“Breed ‘er,” Ghost’s suggestion was barely anything but an order, but it made Price laugh darkly, while it made lightning strikes of need go through your own body. Then he pulled you down and before you knew what was happening, he tipped you over, so that you were on your back, your tied hands trapped beneath you. 

“Daddy,” your voice wasn’t that loud, but whatever you wanted to ask was forgotten; you let out a gasp as his strong hands grabbed onto your poor, tender asscheeks, lifting you up, “ hurts !”

“A little slag like you, probably likes it, huh?” His voice was so gentle, only an underlying tone of amusement that he clearly tried to hide, “don’t worry baby, Daddy will distract you from the pain.”

His fingers dug into your ass, but as the tip of his cock forced its way into your wet, puffy cunt, you forgot all kinds of smart comebacks. Your mouth opened but nothing but a small, airy ‘aah’ left you.

“Look at that,” Price all but crooned, “your cunt is already so wet for me, sweetheart. Dripping.”

A tongue licked you then, catching you off guard and making you tighten around Price’s cock a short moment, making the man moan. Rudy licked your tit, towards the armpit a little, but it was all sweet and gentle, no hint of teeth, making you whine and twist a little in Price’s hold - while daddy laughed.

“Rudy,” Alejandro barely sounded upset, calling his lover’s name so easily, like he is in love, though his eyes are looking at you, “let the sweet girl be bred.”

And that daddy did then - you cried out, mewled with every intense thrust that made your tits move back and forth. Price was groaning himself, huffing with delight, but he kept his eyes on yours - his eyes dark, the words dripping from his mouth were so nasty and lewd that it made you twist a little. 

You couldn’t escape him, couldn’t escape any of them, even as you felt overwhelmed. Your eyelids flickered close, the pleasure too much.

“C’mon, girl,” Price growled, grabbing your hips as he fucked you even faster, the loud wet sounds almost making you want to cry from pleasure, “look at daddy while he breeds you.”

It took you several seconds to open your eyes, the sounds of all the men touching themselves and each other around you were like a choir of pleasure and euphoria; the moment you opened your eyes, he pressed himself fully into you with one hard thrust, spitting you in the face, while you screamed.

“‘M gonna knock you up,” he hissed, starting a brutal and hard pace, his cock so deep inside you that you felt like you were going to pass out, “gonna breed you yeah? You lik’ that, mommy?”

“Please!” you could barely recognize your own voice, “Please, daddy!”

You weren’t sure if you were telling him yes or no, if you were begging him to continue or come inside you, but it didn’t really matter. With your hands caught beneath you, still tied, you couldn’t dig your fingers into his skin like you wanted to.

“Please - ah - daddy- knock me up!” you finally managed, locking your ankles together behind his back and it was like that was what he had waited for.

He came inside you hard, a deep growl-like sound coming deep within his chest, a few hard and quick thrusts as he forced his come inside you, which made you come yourself - your eyes closed in pleasure. You could feel cum on your face, no doubt from one of the other men and you opened your mouth, awarded with a couple of drops on your tongue.

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Gaz’ lips were soft; his eyes shone with delight as they watched you, his clever hands sliding along your body. He kissed another spot on your belly, helping Ghost to put on your strap on harness, despite your arguing that you could do it yourself. You slid your fingers along his cheekbone, then along said soft lips. Pressing your pointer and middle fingers in between his lips, a small moan left him as he happily licked and sucked your fingers, making your hard flutter. You checked the harness with your freehand before giving him a nod and turning towards Simon who looked like a needy puppy. 

“Good boy,” you whispered gently, the praise making him shudder and the power made you feel high for a moment, adding a sweet, “thank you for helping mommy.”

“Dios.” Alejandro’s voice though low almost felt like thunder.

A whine left Simon and you shushed him. You could hear Rudy tell Price that he had never seen Simon like this, so submissive so easily but you ignored it, focusing on your boys. Ignoring their words, making sure the two men only focused on you.

“Get on your knees,” you ordered then and Simon followed your command easily, sliding down onto the floor next to Gaz - who instantly kissed him, Simon leaning into it was a gasp, suddenly desperate for the other man. Running his hands along Gaz’ dark skin and scratching with his short nails.

You used the hand with the two fingers that Gaz had sucked on to grab your strap on and pump it a couple of times, the men’s attention soon back on you. A bit of spit dripping from Gaz’s lips, Ghost’s lips a little redder than before.

“Go on then, Si,” you nodded towards your silicone cock, “Get it nice and wet while Gaz opens you up.”

The I’m gonna fuck you with it was unspoken and you heard a small fuck leave his lips, before they wrapped so prettily around your cock. The sex toy was the color of your skin tone, playing further into your little fantasy of having an actual cock to fuck them with. You watched the head of it disappear into his mouth and you almost wished you could feel it - feel his wet tongue, his hot breath.

His mouth suddenly opened more, eyes widening and a moan spilled around your cock. Gaz licked Simon’s hole like he was starving and you used the moment to grab onto Ghost’s short hair and force the toy a little deeper into him. Not too deep or too intense, but enough that it made Simon look up at you, with needy eyes, slurping around it obscenely before leaning forward without your help, taking some more.

Price threw a bottle of lube to Gaz when he asked for it and you smiled at the other man behind Ghost, as he slid two lubed up fingers into his hole, Ghost letting out a sound that was almost muffled.

“Opening him up so nicely,” you cooed, “such a good boy for me, Gaz.” able to see the ripple that went through Gaz, the way he grinned, almost shyly, leaning his head against one of Simon’s cheeks, nodding ever so slightly, continuing to finger Ghost.

Simon sucked your cock, despite the fact you couldn’t feel anything, taking it even deeper than before, a gagging sound leaving him for a second.

“Ssssh,” you murmured, running your hand through his hair as he pulled back, coughing ever so slightly, “so good for me - we’re in no hurry.”

“Could lick you open, mommy,” he offered, almost shyly nuzzling against your thigh, a couple of pants leaving him as Gaz continued stretching him. The toy was dripping with slick, sliding along Simon’s face, leaving a wet trail as if it was precum dripping from it. 

“Yeah?” you asked, sweet but a little more teasing to it, “wanna lick my hole open for Gaz?”

He nodded like an eager puppy, letting out a high pitched moan as Kyle fucked him just a little deeper with his fingers.

It took a little manoeuvring and Gaz finished opening up Ghost, but was only happy to help, keeping your cheeks spread as Ghost licked your anus, whimpering into your skin. You could hear the others talk, but it barely registered, the words seeming mumbled to you.

As if the three of you were in a little bubble of your own, your audience merely a part of the shadows of the room. When you had come to care so much for these men, you weren’t sure. A part of you felt like it wasn’t supposed to happen - but now? You didn’t care what was right and what wasn’t in others’ eyes.

Ghost huffed a little, his normally stoic face a little sweaty, his scarred cheeks and chest red in blotchy patches; he was beautiful, even when he was like this, almost shy, half lidded eyes looking up at you as you settled in between his strong thighs. Gaz slid closer, pressing against your back, your sweat mixing. It sent shivers through your body, his hands palming your tits for a short moment. 

Ghost honest to god whimpered at the sight of you two, a giggle escaping you. His big hands raised to touch your soft sides carefully, Gaz sliding his own hands down your stomach, then to Ghost’s hands. Their fingers intertwined like you wanted all of their minds to intertwine, like flowers curling around each other, ready to bloom soon.

Their hands were warm against your skin. There was the scent of cigar and cigarette smoke in the air. You still had an aftertaste of Price’s whiskey on your tongue from when you tasted it not too long ago. 

“Want mommy to fuck you, Si?” Gaz’s voice was soft, no teasing to it; genuine and open, knowing how hot you all found it, “her thick cock inside you?”

He bit his bottom lip, eyes flickering to the side, looking at Soap for a moment. You took a hold of the root of the dildo on your strapon, tapping the toy against Ghost’s own cock. Ghost almost jumped beneath you.

“Eyes on me, sweet boy,” you reminded him and Ghost nodded a couple of times. 

“Sorry mommy,” it was so hushed that you almost didn’t hear it, but you smiled, moving both your hands to his knees, sliding them down his damaged yet beautiful thighs, stopping just at the hips. So close to his cock.

“Answer Kyle’s question, sweetheart,” you urged gently, feeling Gaz’s cock twitch against your own asscheeks.

“Y-yeah. Wan’ you to fuck me, mommy. Please.” 

You barely noticed the sound of someone getting their throat fucked somewhere else in the room, or the rhythmic sound of a hand sliding over a cock.

Sliding into Ghost felt like a gift bestowed on you by whatever gods decided that you were worthy. His brows furrowed at first, mouth opening and closing as he let out small gaps - one of your hands ran along his lower back as you let out a cooing sound, as if he was a skittish animal.

“You’re doing so good for mommy,” you assured him and it was like that was what Ghost had waited for; he let out a deep breath, his body and hole untensing more, so that you could slide further into him. He let out an airy whisper into the mattress, strong, scarred fingers grabbing mindlessly at the fabric beneath him. You could hear the others whisper, bitten off moans and the squelching sounds of Gaz touching himself behind you, getting ready.

“Mommy’s sweet boy,” you cooed at Ghost, giving an experimental thrust forward, the big man on his hands and knees in front of you letting out a needy whimper, “what’s your color, pretty boy?”

“Green,” Simon managed, “Green green, please mommy, please —“

You didn’t let him beg much more, pulling back a little and thrusting back in, starting a rhythm that was the beginning of a beautiful symphony of pleasure. Simon was sweet and needy, one cheek resting on the bed, mouth fully opened, drooling down onto the covers. You added a bit more lube after a couple of thrusts, Price crooning lovingly behind you, how you were such a good mama, making you bite your lip to keep in your own moan. 

Gaz’s hands were wet with lube as they slid along you stomach, following your rhythm of fucking Simon.

“You look so good when yo’ fuck him like that,” he whispered, “can I fuck your asshole while you fuck his, mommy?”

It was as if Simon answered for you, moaning out loud at the offer. You wished, in no way for the first time, that you could feel it through the strap on, feel the way Simon felt from the inside, how it felt when he tightened and whined. This was enough though and as Gaz pressed his cock into your own hole, you swore it was like you could really feel Simon tigthen, his eyes rolling up at the sight of you.

The first thrust almost made him scream in a way you had never heard before.

You felt watched, even with the blindfold on, mouth open with pleasure. You had been fucked by two of them in a row and as a third cock had slid into your wet hole, you almost felt like you were floating. It wasn’t hard to know who was who, you had been with all of them enough to know their bodies by now. It was only Rudy and Alejandro who had confused you for a moment, but their height and ways of fucking you had been different; besides, you could hear them, hear their breaths and the groans they attempted yet failed to keep in.

”Papi,” you whined, Alejandro’s dangerous chuckle close to your ear as he leant over you, licking your earlobe slowly, sending shivers down your spine. You were bent over the bed, upper body resting on top of the sheets, holding onto the fabrics as if your life depended on it. Rudy had fucked you first, then Soap and now Alejandro. 

“Cariño,” he almost hummed into your ear, rolling his hips but otherwise remaining still, making you whimper, “Filled to the brim, eh? Do you want more?”

”Please, papi,” you begged almost breathlessly, “Want your cum.”

Kyle had promised to lick it from your pussy afterwards, had promised he would film it to so that you could send it to your bunny friends.

”There are more of them?” Rudy had asked when your friends were mentioned, making him groan and curse slightly in Spanish, making you giggle.

”So greedy, Cariño,” Alejandro chastised with a tutting noise afterwards, “So desperate for Kyle’s tongue, eh? For your little friends to see how used you are?”

You mewled at the words, twisting a little beneath him, his cock still deep inside of you, but he didn’t move, merely pressed more of his body against your soft one, your fingers tightening in the sheets. His member was warm inside you, your walls tightening around it, hoping it would make him move. It did but you didn’t rejoice, instead you almost screamed with the sudden change - he grabbed your sides and barely a second later, Alejandro was fucking into you without any kind of mercy.

Had it not been for the edge of the bed and for Alejandro’s strong hands, you would have been fucked upwards the bed - you cried with pleasure, the slaps of your body connecting as he whispered words into your ear, which you barely heard. A stream of “papi”s left you, seemingly only egging him on.

Alejandro came inside you with a deep, almost animalistic groan that reminded you of Ghost’s groans, just for a second. Then he slapped your ass, making you yelp - but you didn’t get to be mad at him, two hands on each side of your head making the bed dip around you. The cock that nudged into your hole which was wet with your own juices and with the others’ cum, was big and it didn’t even need to enter you an inch before you knew who it was.

Ghost let out a rumble, pressing in further and further while you gasped and whispered his name. 

“Maybe we should borrow her, eh, Rudy?” you heard Alejandro croon somewhere behind you, the blindfold making you unable to see them.

”Fuck,” Ghost grunted, “She’ll squeeze my dick off if ya’ keep talking like that.”

A soft moan left you as you slid down on Rodolfo’s cock, the man letting out a strangled moan beneath him. He wore no muzzle, no collar or harness, having told you in a whisper that he wasn’t gonna bite anymore for tonight - unless you wanted him to. Your fingers spread across his chest. It was fuzzy and a little wet from sweat, which you didn’t mind, you were sweaty as well after all these hours, twirling together with them in sheets. 

Rudy’s eyes were filled with amazement, his entire persona all sweet and kind now.

Like the dark that you had loved was subdued and kissed to calmness. 

”Sweet lass,” Soap crooned behind you, his hands sliding around your naked body, grabbing a hold of your tits, “so bonnie.”

”Johnny,” you whined, rolling your hips to get some friction, Rudy moaning beneath, fingers tightening and digging into your soft stomach, a whimper leaving him as he began to forcefully move you.

”See how good you are for Rudy - does our Bunny feel nice?” Kyle asked from the side, laying down on the bed next to rudy, his hand sliding over to tip Rudy’s head to look at him, “Does mommy’s cunny feel good, Rudy?”

“Dios,” Rudy merely managed, slipped out from his lips as you fucked yourself down onto his cock, watching him kiss Kyle, before managing a small, “Yes, yes, she feels good!”

Your mind felt blissed out, Soap following your movements, his cock sliding in between your asscheeks, teasing what he had been rambling about for hours. You felt unable to see, but you could hear, feel, taste.

A body appeared next to you and you barely registered before familiar hands took a hold of your chin, pulling you into a messy kiss as you continued to be fucked in both ass and pussy. You mewled cries into the mouth, the familiar beard tickling your sensitive skin, the taste of tobacco and whiskey heavy in your mouth.

Price grabbed one of your hands, a whine leaving you as he pulled it from Rudy’s chest and though you were able to see, you felt so high on pleasure that you didn’t even feel able to focus. Price whispered a hard demand to know your color into your ear, giving your hand a squeeze.

It wasn’t until you managed a “green, green daddy, pleas’, please—“ that he moved your hand to his cock. You focused on his cock the best you could, of stroking it with a tight fist, just like you knew he liked. Soap and Rudy stopped for a moment and you almost cried from despair, hadn’t it been from Soap and John shushing you, explaining how Alejandro was going to fuck Soap while he fucked you. 

The mere thought somehow made you come, tightening around Rudy and Soap, making the two men groan and cry out themselves, John cooing at you and praising you.

Just a moment later, everything started again, Rudy and Soap keeping you still, doing all the work instead, overwhelming your senses, making you go from overstimulation to pain, to pleasure once more, while you could jerk off John better than before.

A hand tapped at your cheek and your turned your face to the other side, the thrusts coming from Soap and Alejandro felt so deep you could barely breathe - you turned your head, continuing to jerk John off, only to be met with the sight of Ghost’s cock right in front of your face, the man standing on the bed, jerking off with one arm, the other resting against the ceiling as not to fall over. 

He looked so close to coming - you could see it after all the time you had spent with him, his eyes dark, jaw tense.

You did what came naturally. Opened your mouth, moans and quick breaths spilling out, looking up at him through your lashes, only closing them as his cum began to hit your face.

It was dark in the room. Several different rhythms of slow breathing as people slept around you. Safe. Comfortable, homely… perfect.

“Bunny,” the low grunt of your name made you whine and he shushed you, clearly tired but not wanting to wake the others up. They needed the rest too and you knew he was going to argue that so did you. He was warm beneath you, hairy and sweaty, he was familiar, he was perfect.

He had let you into the loving pack of his, calming down your nerves when you came to him that day in the office, crying and confused over why none of them touched you.

They had taken care of you and each other for a couple of hours, talked everything through, eaten and checked bite marks and scratches, retreating to bed for well deserved sleep.

Except, here you were.

“Need you,” you whispered, grinding against his clothed cock again, looking down at him as he let out a huff, big hands moving to grab onto your soft sides, and you grabbed onto his wrists in desperation, “need you, sir.”

“Too late,” he argued in a dark whisper despite the growing bulge beneath your pussy, “We’ve been fuckin’ all day, luv.”

“I know,” you whined needily and Captain John Price shushed you once more, in a desperate attempt to not wake the others up - at this point, you didn’t care. You needed him, needed your captain. Being a barracks bunny was nothing like you had imagined and the blooming feeling of love for all the men in the big bed was almost too much, almost made your chest want to explode.

“T’morrow,” he promised in a soft voice, though you could see his brows furrowing as you began to grind against his boxers, your juices no doubt seeping through, leaving a spot, “you gotta sleep, sweetheart.”

“Need you,” you felt like you had repeated yourself so many times by now, yet he wasn’t giving in yet, “Need you to be the final load in me, Captain Price.”

He stiffened beneath you and despite the dark, you felt as if you could see his eyes lit up.

“You know just what to say, eh?” He asked, a teasing undertone to his voice, “sweet Bunny.”

“Need your cum, daddy,” you whispered, grinding your core against him once more, sparkles of pleasure appearing behind your eyelids, “Just one more time? Please. Need it inside me. Need you to knock me up.” 

He huffed. You both knew he couldn’t, that you were using cheap tricks to get him to agree - but a part of you wanted him to actually knock you up. Breed you, like he had talked about so many times, make you swell up with a piece of him inside you.

Another day, perhaps. Maybe sometime in the future. You licked your lips slowly. 

“Captain,” you whispered, a more needy tone to your voice, begging once more, “please.”

“Dinnae make ‘er beg moar,” a tired sounding Soap grunted next to you, “I agree with our lass. Captain goes one moar time.”

You could have kissed Soap from happiness. Instead you nodded, letting go of Price’s wrists, to slide your fingers along his hairy chest, then his stomach and along the line of hair from his navel towards his crotch. Playing with the hem of the boxers.

“I’ll do all the work,” you promised in a sweet voice. Had you been a cat you would have been purring and rubbing against him.

“Go ‘n then.”

The moment he gave your permission, you slid down the boxers to his thighs, raising yourself, holding his cock and aiming it towards your hole. When his cockhead finally breached your hole, forcing its way into your puffy pussy, you shuddered with both pleasure and relief. Sliding down on it, wet enough that you didn’t need any lube. You were going to be sore tomorrow, already a little sore by now, but you did need him.

Needed to make sure his claim was final.

As he came, his body tensed beneath you, doing his best to hold in the groans and moans that threatened to escape him, while his fingers never stopped his attack on your poor clit.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you leant down, cum dripping down his cock, making a mess that you would have to clean up before sleeping, but neither of you cared. He chuckled himself, kissing you gently, hands roaming your body for a moment.

Becoming a barracks bunny was without a doubt one of the best choices you had made in your life.

It was hot. Too hot. You took another sip of the water, feeling sweaty all over. For once, it was not from sex.

You had already been in five countries by now, ticking off boxes of all of your bucket lists as if it was a list of what groceries you needed from the supermarket. 

There was a freedom you felt unable to describe from it. One you had never dared to dream of in the past.

“You’re so fucking bad at reading maps,” Bee declared, snatching the map from Badger who let out a dramatic, offended sound, before Bee added, while turning the map so it was with the right side up, “- and you’re supposed to be a soldier.”

“You’re no more soldier than me,” Badger declared, giving their sun hat a small smack, “I know where we are going.”

“Stop fighting,” Bailey answered, “we will just ask somebody where the tower is.”

“Shouldn’t be that hard to find,” Blue added, “I doubt there are a ton of towers that lean to the side like that.”

“Who knows,” Badger argued.

“Do ya’ think it's that one?” you asked, pointing towards what looked suspiciously similar to the Tower of Pisa before taking a sip of your water bottle, “It looks quite leaning to the side to me.”

The bunnies on adventure, you had all declared to your respective teams. Out to experience the world, out to create chaos. 

None of you had debts right now. You had travelled across Europe, seen all the different art museums you yourself had ever dreamt of. Seen all the typical touristy places that Badger wanted pictures of. Tried several restaurants that Bee had booked months in advance, trying so much traditional food that you never wanted to eat anything but it. Hiked in so many different national parks like Bailey had dreamt of, seen more animals than any of you had expected. (had more sex than you were proud to admit beneath the stars, hushed moans and giggles along the way.) Blue’s bucket list had been simpler - he just wanted to travel around with all of you, pulling you all around on interails and boat trips.

Next place you were going after Italy was Croatia for a couple of days. Then Greece, if you weren’t mistaken. There was talk of taking the interrail up through Europe again. See Finland or Norway.

You dutifully sent your boys pictures everyday. Of tourist attractions, food you ate, places you saw. Badger who had fallen into a water fountain while drunk. Blue covered in food when he had accidentally dropped an entire meal in his lap. Of Bee, stuck in a two hour long queue for a cake that turned out to be mediocre. Bailey being carried over Blue’s shoulder, so drunk after an evening out. Pictures of yourself, stuck in a tree after having tried to climb it - while drunk. Of the hot firemen that helped you out.

Of your naked body, covered in the cum of your bunny friends. Everything was easier in a way than you could describe. There was free love between you and your friends, openness and communications and when you all returned to your own team, you would still be loved and in good hands.

“Next summer - or well, this winter maybe,” Blue said as you walked towards the tourist attraction, all the others in front of you like excited children, discussing the cheesy photos they wanted to take, “I propose that we go to Australia.”

You laughed. He would definitely retract that idea when Bee reminded him of the spiders.

“I think that's a good idea,” you replied, snapping a selfie of the two of you, sending it to your men at home, “Think our teams will allow us to go that far?”

Blue snorted, “It’s not like we won’t return. We love them too much.”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, a smile on your lips, already imagining returning to your men, hugging them tight and kissing them softly, “yeah we do.”