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Nothing but hot breaths were heard in you and Misha’s shared bedroom of the base. Misha was always such a needy man, a man who needed attention, touch, love.. even if he never spoke of that need out loud to anyone, even you. He loved you, more than anything, more than anyone! He craved you, your smell, touch, even taste. It was hard to let you go during battle and feel anything else but YOU. God he loved you, and he was proving that to you right now with the way he slobbered over the crook of your neck and shoulder. 

Moaning softly against your shoulder he bit down on it, teeth marks visible on your skin when he pulled back to kiss up the side of your neck and just beneath your ear. He breathed hot air against it, squeezing you tighter against him, his arms had slithered around your waist, tugging you against his broad chest, holding you right there as if he wanted you there forever. He murmured words that you couldn’t quite understand yet since.. Russian wasn’t your first language, now he pressed his lips against yours, tongue breaking between your lips and teeth and dancing with your own. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, only causing that aching pain in his loins to worsen, making him all the more needier for you. 

“Silly girl, you don’t understand what you do to Heavy.” He growled between kisses, with ease, he lifted you up and gently settled you down on your shared bed, settling his hands on your hips, holding your gaze with that little smirk on his lips before pushing up and beneath the fabric of your shirt.

lifting the cloth above the expanse of your chest he inhaled deeply, as if you where literally a breath of fresh air. Seeing your breasts settled in that lacy bra, how he knew exactly what he could do to them to make you scream his name out like nothing else mattered, like no one else was inside this hell hole and it was only the both of you. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle trail of kisses down the middle of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch and clenching your fists into his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

”I will be gentle, like always.” Misha added, shutting his eyes and trailing the flag of his tongue up along the middle once more. Opening his eyes, he held your gaze intensely, reaching his hands behind your back to undo your bra, a simple action yet so well practiced by him, it surprised you.

”You don’t always have to be gentle, I’m not a glass doll.” You responded back, though, that only earned you a playful eye roll. He pulled the lacy bra off, tenderly setting it aside but never once letting his gaze off your breasts, he was hypnotized.

”I will be gentle.” He confirmed, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against the tender skin of your nipple. Soon, he took you into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut at the salty sweetness tickling his tastebuds. He groaned, resting his hands on your ribs while he held you in place.

he swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip, tracing your hardened bud with such sweetness it could almost make you cry! Letting go of your breast with a soft pop, he opened his eyes once more, grinning proudly of what he had done to make you a writhing mess. You could feel your core weeping into your panties, making it all sticky and hot. Misha leaned up and pressed another kiss to your cheek, then your nose and forehead.

”Heavy will take good care of you. Pretty pretty girl.” He grinned even wider, now sitting up on his knees and pulling off his shirt to reveal to you his chest and stomach, his strength. You watched as he kicked off his pants right after he removed his belt holding them up. Then, he tugged down his pants, revealing damp, tented boxers. 

he was hard, harder than you’ve ever seen him, there was another shocker! Misha leaned back down and nuzzled right into the crotch of your jeans, grunting with satisfaction.. who would have thought. This large, strong man who could scare a bear away if it ever came to it— on his knees (not really but he’d definitely get on his knees for you) for a woman who hardly knew of her place in this relationship apparently. She was ontop of him, controlling him. That woman was you.

groaning with satisfaction, he nuzzled deeper into you, inhaling your arousal and reaching down to palm himself through his boxers, murmuring more words into your sensitive skin. Bucking your hips, you pressed his head further between your thighs. He chuckled deeply, turning his head up enough to be able to open his eyes and see you, only you. His large hand worked at himself, palming harder when he caught your beautiful face, your lips parted slightly, chest heaving, her thighs trembling and body quivering with it, it was such a beautiful and arousing vision.

Misha slowly and tentatively reached his hands up the sides of your thighs, then to your hips, a finger on both hands latching onto your pants and pulling them down, baring your slick panties stuck to your folds, earning him and other groan of satisfaction. After tossing your pants aside he gently cupped your mound, his large fingers curling into you and teasing you through your panties, trying to push into your aching hole. You whined, your hips bucking up towards him once more.

”no more teasing, please. Let’s get to it already.” You spoke breathlessly, now spreading your legs wider. Misha smirked and nodded his head ever so politely.

He pulled your panties down your legs, baring your heated flesh to his eyes, approval striking his gaze. He moved to run a finger between your lips, gathering your sweet honeyed arousal and bringing it to his lips. He savored it, sucking every last drop of it off. He eventually pulled off his boxers, revealing his monster of a cock to you, he’s never been one to shy from his size.. he knew exactly how it made you feel after all.

”Open wide for Misha.” He whispered to you, you wasted no time, spreading your legs wider than an eagle would taking its first flight (AMERICAAAAAA). He grabbed himself by the base of his cock, guiding it to your entrance and parting your folds with his flushed tip.

He shuddered, now finally pushing in oh so slowly. He groaned loudly, gripping your hips now and pulling you towards him. You moaned out, his cock stretching and filling you to the brim! He could always reach so deeply inside of you, touching that spot that always made you see literal stars! Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, back arching like a bow. Misha looked down at you, holding that smug look on his face. He held your hips up to make it a smidge easier for him to fuck you, he was pretty tall after all and it wasn’t like this position made it easy.

”Good girl, take breaths.” He soothed, letting a single hand move up to gently feel your stomach, chest and eventually cupping your face, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. He smiled tenderly, letting his other hand resting on your hip move behind and hold you up from the small of your back.

You whimpered again, feeling him pull out till just the very tip of him was inside of you, then he pushed back into you. He was such a gentle lover, he could never bring himself to do this roughly— it wasn’t him, and certainly he wouldn’t want to see your face twist in pain! He knew his size could be unbearable so he always took it slow and precise. He kept a smooth pace, making your writhe and squirm beneath his large form. Panting he quickened it a bit, now slapping was heard (ooooo 😼). He tightened his hold on your hips, losing a bit of his restraint. 

“you.. are tight today..” he breathed out to you, leaning forward slightly and going even harder, hitting right into your soft spot, making you cry out in pleasure. He loved to hear your pleasure, he loved to hear your moans and whimpers because he knew that was all for him. Him only.

the bed shook beneath you two, it slammed against the wall. Misha was grunting and groaning for you, you were whining and moaning, it was all so much. Finally, you reached your peak, crying and screaming out his name, the feel of your walls spasming around his cock brought him to his high, making his hips stutter and  slam into you, dragging out your orgasm further.

after it was said and done, he cleaned you up like always, wiping you down and dressing you back into more comfortable clothing. He hugged you tightly against his chest, smothering your face in tender kisses as he whispered how much he loved you. 

“perfect, you are just perfect.” He praised, pressing one last kiss to your lips and allowing you to snuggle up tight against his chest. So sweet. 

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You inhaled the fresh smell of pine and rainfall, your eyes shut in pure bliss. Mick sat in the drivers seat of your shared camper, a little smile on his face when he took short glances to you. The camper took you both up a large mountain, into a thick forest that you had no idea even existed in the first place— it was on the border of New Mexico, so it did make sense in one way or the other. 

”Excited, yeah? Believe me, your gonna love my little spot I picked out there, love.” He cooed, reaching over and lightly squeezing your thigh. That should have been your first warning of his pent up desire, but you chose to ignore it for now. 

eventually, the both of you had made it to almost the very top of the mountain, he parked his camper deep into the pine forest, well, into a clearing that was wide enough for the camper. It was perfect. You got out of the car and walked around the site, examining your surroundings and how the ground was damp and soft from the recent rainfall. The pine-trees where so large, they loomed over the area, shading it and cooling it further than it already was up here. You walked over to the old wooden table close to where the campfire was meant to be, taking note that the wood was so old it could fall apart if you had tried to sit on it! But you were confident that your man could make anything work, as he always did.

the two of you set up camp, canopy’s, chairs, gathering things out of the camper like bundles of wood, other crap you both always hauled around as a ‘just in case’ as Mick put it. You pulled out a rug and placed it outside of the camper of the entrance, just to catch mud before anyone had stepped inside, it would make it way easier to clean after this little trip. Bending over, you tugged a rouge corner, smoothing it out. Suddenly, a sharp (but gentle) slap came to your behind, startling you, yiu gasped and stood back up with a hand covering your ass, eliciting a good chuckle from the New Zealand. Mick wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. Second warning!!

“I couldn’t help myself. You know this, eh?” He whispered, now adding another kiss on your cheek and letting you free. He smirked proudly and walked back over to the fire pit, placing wood from the bundles you brought from home— er.. well the base. 

“God, I just can’t with you sometimes. You’ve always been bold for your own good.” You scolded, walking back into the trailer and grabbing the lighter. You walked out once more and made your way back to Mick, handing him the lighter so he could start the fire already.

it was getting to be late, and dark storm clouds slowly rolled your way. You both didn’t run away quite yet, it was so nice and toasty by the fire it was hard to even think about leaving. And not to mention, the two of you loved the rain! The smell it always left behind after its rage, and the way everything was so soothing back in the camper. Mick had you sit on his lap tonight. he always wanted to be as close as he could to you, even if it meant sitting awkwardly. This wasn’t as awkward though! it was actually very nice. To get comfortable, You turned enough to be able to wrap your arms around his neck now looking down at him with a content smile, fingers idly playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Mick only let out this rumble in his chest, pressing his hips up a bit more against your ass than necessary. Lifting a brow you looked down at him with a questioning gaze, making him sigh deeply. 

“alright, ya caught me. I’m hornier than a teenage boy finding his first porno magazine..” he admitted, letting his hands squeeze your thighs once more. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning softly when he felt that stirring in his loins.

”And I’m needy this time.. I dunno if I can keep it in till we make it to the camper.” He added on, resisting the urge to hump into you like crazy. Opening his eyes, he pulled back far enough to be able to look into your eyes with this ‘pleading puppy dog’ gaze. 

you felt a little grin spread on your lips, now adjusting your body to straddle his lap, pressing your core against his own, cock already straining against the confines of his trousers, making it especially hard for him to breathe, to even focus on anything other than you. He gripped your hips and slowly began to grind against you, fabric of your pants and his own only adding to the delicious friction of pleasure between you two, causing him to let out a pathetic whine.

“What are you gonna do about it, hm?” You hushed against his ear, nuzzling your crotch into his, biting your bottom lip and continuing to hold his gaze. He wouldn’t last much longer. 

Mick whimpered hopelessly and lifted you up, quickly rushing into the camper with a fumble to the door handle. Locking the door behind him he helped you up the ladder to the bed, causing you to giggle at his rushing. He climbed up after you and began to tear off his clothes— not before you grabbed his wrist and stopped him from undoing his fly.

”You promised it would be my turn to take control this time, remember?” You hummed mockingly, causing him to sigh deeply. you two had this thing going, everytime the both of you fucked, one would dominate, then the next time, the other would dominate. It was just to keep things fair.

”ya cheeky Sheila..” he muttered, now waiting patiently for your demands. He sat back on his haunches, hands resting on his lap, and his fingers unable to even sit still, scratching away at the fabric of his jeans like the restless scum he was. Your scum.

”I want you to feel yourself, give me a show. Get me wet.” You demanded, leaning back on your palms as you watched him awkwardly rest a hand on his chest. Looking for approval, he inched his hand up higher and higher until he reached a nipple.

he inhaled deeply, tweaking at it, lightly squeezing and pulling before his free hand moved down to the front of his jeans, feeling up his arousal that now began to strain against his pants. Shutting his eyes he allowed his thumb to brush over the sensitive bulge, causing him to nearly buck his hips into his hand. He was pathetic, he felt pathetic when you took control like this. But the feel of embarrassment, the way he was thriving off of it.. it aroused him more than anything. More than what he wanted.

“How about this, hump against this pillow and I’ll give you all the pussy you want.” You teased, throwing him his pillow from the top of the bed. He caught it, looking down at it, then quickly fumbling with his zipper. 

Undoing his pants he slipped out of them quickly, eager to pull his cock out of his boxers and pressing the heated flesh against the soft fabric of his pillow. Sighing he adjusted his position to where it was missionary. Pillow between his thighs. He humped into it, a needy little whine leaving his lips. Looking back up at you with those big blue eyes of his he parted his lips, wanting to speak, to beg for you.

But he couldn’t, his pride and ego stopped him, making him realize how pathetic he might’ve actually looked right now. You lifted a brow and spread your thighs a bit further for the horny man, making him halt in his half hearted thrusts.

“keep going, don’t stop until I say so.” You added, watching him resume his work. Gripping the sheets, he thrusted a bit more roughly against the pillow, sticky clear precum smearing all over the case and soothing over the underside of his cock, making him choke out a moan.

”please. You can’t do this to me.” He whined out to you, sweat dribbling down the side of his cheek and chin, landing beneath him. He turned his head to the side, cheeks burning a bright red and those puppy eyes of him just hopeless to you.

you could only widen your smirk, watching him as he helplessly humped against a pillow, his pillow. All it took was spreading your legs and speaking seductively for him to follow your every whim. No wonder he loved being stepped on, or being called a good boy. That look he gave you right now wasn’t one of ‘I need your cunt.’ It was ‘am I being good enough for you?’.

finally, after secreting an embarrassing amount of precum you pushed his shoulder to get him off of the soaked pillow. Grunting he laid on his back, cock rock hard, bobbing in the air with every little movement he made. He kept his eyes on you, those lustful eyes that used to have you cowering on your knees for!

”keep quiet for me, I don’t want to hear a sound. Not even a word.” You whispered against his ear, tracing the tips of your  fingers down his chest, stomach.. and to the base of his cock. He gasped, holding all his breath in his chest while he watched your lazy movements of your hand.

Wrapping your fingers around his cock you gave him a long, slow stroke. The eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fell limp against the bed, his body straining from holding back any squirming or moaning. Pathetic. That’s all he felt and he fucking loved it. He loved being able to melt in your grasp, to be nothing to you.

”there you go, just relax..” you hummed angelic-like. Stroking him to a more reasonable pace his breathing went crazy, his chest heaving up and down like he ran a marathon, it was applaudable! he sat up on his elbows and watched your hand work his tip till it turned a soft purple.. then you let go.

he whined again, his cock jerking to his stomach and drizzling more precum all over. You sighed softly and stretched out your fingers, popping your knuckles and sitting back down.

”finish the job, maybe.. just maybe then will I ever think of granting you the privilege of even laying a hand on me again.” Grinning, you watched as his hand flew to his cock, stroking himself quickly to the sight of you. The funny thing was, you were just in normal clothing, not even lingere, not even off the shoulder was happening! Nothing! And yet the sight of you was enough to make him cum.

so he did. With a loud moan, he came, thick white spitting out of his cock, painting his thighs, and ruining that new shirt he’d just bought not even a day ago. He panted, falling flat against the bed and shutting his eyes tight, his orgasm slowly washing over him and giving him a sense of bliss.

”good boy.”

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Herbert. Herbert. Herbert. He was all you could think off, you drooled at the thought of him. The thought of him touching you in all the right places, the thought of him praising you, giving you all you ever wanted! Constantly this entire week, you’ve had an aching heat between your thighs, it was hard to really do anything without thinking dirty things.. and you can guess that thinking those things on the battlefield wasn’t really a great place to fantasize your teams medic railing you out in the med bay. Sweat dripped down the side of your face as you found respite in a broken down building of the fort.

Wiping the sweat off your forehead you took a glance to your waist, noticing you were unfortunately shot and very much where in need of assistance from your one and only. It only took about couple names calls for medic to actually come up to you. He smiled with those pearly whites and guided you to sit down on the ground.

”Oh, you poor baby. Don’t worry, medic vill have you all prettied up before zhe others need your help.” he cooed, grabbing some tweezers and an antiseptic to help clean the wound after he extracted the bullet. It was a painful process.

Humming eerie-like, he reached into your wounded flesh, grabbing hold of that rascal and yanking it out of you, causing you to cry out! He only laughed and tossed the bullet aside, now putting on some of the antiseptic ointment and rubbing it into your flesh, making you squirm around like a chicken without its head.

”Mein Gott, Fraülein.. I must say zhe way you are crying it does zhings to my mind!” He laughed, only playing it off as a joke. You knew damn well it wasn’t just a joke, he was being serious that bastard.

that ache between your thighs only grew when he began to wrap you up in his spare gauze he kept, those large hands pressing and holding onto places that only made your heart race even faster than it was.

”I’m guessing you’re hinting at something?” You finally responded, causing him to falter in his quick attempt to tidy you up. He looked up at you with a foolish grin, that little curl of his hair bouncing with each jerk of his head.

”I’m not blind, mein mädchen. You’ve been squirming, pushing your thighs together— your ovulating and I must say: I’m intrigued.” He spoke with a sick fascination,  pulling the gauze tight around your waist before tying it up and wiping his hands off on his lab coat.

”you see, I never got to examine a woman much, your a blessing in disguise! I can only vonder how much excrement your excreting when aroused..” he growled, leaning closer.. his hand tentatively tickling up your inner thighs.

quickly, and teasingly he pulled back, that sly smirk on his face when he clasped his hands together.

”now, let’s get a move on before zhe others find out we’ve disappeared!” Smiling, he stood up and took your hand. But no man could walk away right after teasing you like that.

”hold on!” You said, grabbing hold of his hand and keeping a stubborn grip on it. “You can’t just.. touch me like that and try to move on as if nothing happened. I don’t work that way and you know it.” You added, now letting go of his hand and resting your own on your hips expectingly.

herbert could simply only smirk at you, a reluctant sigh leaving past his lips while he made his way towards you.

”Zhen I suppose you know my dirty secret? Hm?” He hummed, gently tilting your chin to look up/look down at him, that devilish grin stretched on his lips.

”I love to leave my partners.. needy. I vas going to wait a couple more days but.. that flush on your cheeks has told me more zhen vhat I need.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, he tugged you close. You awkwardly rested your hands on his shoulders.

Herbert leaned in close, the tips of your noses touching as he grinned like a mad man.

”My sweet sweet dove. I’ll give you vhat you want.. but you must do one thing for me.”

”anything.” You responded without hesitation.

”make it painful.”

you choked on air. Painful?! He had a thing for pain?! Knowing that makes this all the better. With a sly smirk, you pushed him back to sit on a nearby table, medic letting out an excited giggle.

”ooh! I can’t vait!!-“ he was cut off when you knelt between his thighs, undoing his belts and tugging down his trousers. He bit his bottom lip with interest, watching as you pulled out his softened cock.

gently, you began to stroke him. Herbert sat back on his palms, watching you while his chest soon began to heave. Leaning further down, you pressed kisses to the base of his cock, trying to coax it to life. Leading your tender kisses down to his thigh, you bit! Making him let out a mischievous chuckle. You sucked hard, biting hard enough to leave marks on his soft flesh.

his cock stirred, hardening with each of your nibbles. Kissing up to his navel, you left a trail of saliva, your opened mouth kisses only making his arousal worse. He reached down, gripping your hair with care, pulling you up to meet his lips. While kissing, you stroked him, causing his hips to buck up into your hand. He moaned into your mouth, breaking the kiss and looking up at you with those blue eyes.

”I like where zhis is going..” he hummed, his accent seeming thicker than normal. With those words, you leaned down and pressed more open mouthed kisses along the column of his neck.

you nipped at a tender area, making him gasp and hold onto you a tad bit tighter. Feeding off of his reaction, you sealed your lips around the skin, suckling hard enough to know you’ll leave a dark hickey on his neck. Stroking him faster, you brushed your thumb over his weeping tip, causing him to choke out a moan, he held onto you tighter, his body going ridged and tense.

”yes! Just like that, keep going and I’ll cum!” He cried out to you, now a whimpering and writhing mess beneath your touch. Just before he was going to cum, you pulled away, making him groan in frustration. You could only laugh at him.

”nein! Please.. you can’t..” he whimpered further, grabbing a hold on your wrist, squeezing it tightly. he panted for breath, his cock twitching against his thighs eagerly, needy for your touch.

”consider that as payback! You know, you should really consider learning from your mistakes, doc.” you smirked. You were completely willing  to give up your own arousal to get back at him, what did he expect after all?

you walked away, medic only a sputtering mess as he tugged up his trousers and rushed to put together his belt.

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It all started with a couple drinks. Nothing more than just two friends sitting in the bases kitchen, talking, laughing and drinking a couple bottles of scrumpy. It was never meant to be anything INTENSE. But that was about to change.

Tavish let out a loud chortle, slapping the side of his knee and leaning forward onto the counter, wiping droplets of scrumpy off his face, giving his side burns a thoughtful scratch.

“Honest!! I can’t see ye NOT havin’ a lover! I mean look at ya! A beauty from toes up to yer brain!!” He complimented you, lightly giving your shoulder a nudge of affection. The both of you had been talking about relationship issues.. it seems the two of you can’t find a partner who actually wants to stick around! But it was nice to find something the two of you could build up on and bond over.

You took another swig of your drink, feeling that familiar sting trickle down your throat and into your stomach, it warm and filling. You could feel your finger tips begin to grow numb from all the alcohol you’ve already consumed, your head feeling light on your shoulders and your world already beginning to spin. Nothing else mattered but this moment here. Tavish leaned into his palm, looking at you with this cute grin, setting his beer bottle down he leaned into closer with interest, a hiccup leaving his mouth.

“Ya know.. I thought you where very interestin’ from tha start you came waltzin’ around with yer head held up high. Never thought you could be this full of ideas an’ words!!” He let out another drunk laugh, a hiccup interrupting it. Tavish reached out and gently took hold of your hand, giving it the lightest squeeze to your numb fingers.

“You’re crazy.” You scoffed, unable to accept that he put of everyone you’ve dated could be any different. But you found yourself not wanting to back away, not learning from your past mistakes.

“How so? I’m only expressin’ how I feel about me special teammate..” His grin widened and he sat up a bit straighter, his chest pushed out, his eyes locked onto your face. The way your cheeks where flushed a beautiful light red from the alcohol, how your eyes fluttered when you quickly averted your gaze from his.

“Come on. You can’t really be saying you love me- love this.” You motioned to your body, he was quick to take your hand into his own, bringing it to his lips and pressing tender kiss to your knuckles. Heat began to build between your thighs, that familiar wet aching heat that had you clenching your thighs together just a bit tighter.

“Aye. I am. And there’s nothin’ wrong with you, yer a perfect mix.” He smiled, shutting his single eye, he turned your hand over, pressing soft delicate kisses along your palm, trailing up to your wrist.

“T-Tavish..” you stuttered, breath hitching when he pulled you closer, his lips trailing up on the inside of your elbow, reaching up to your shoulder, and now your collarbone.

He was a panting mess, his chest heaving with excitement and body heating with anticipation. Opening his eye, he looked up at you, his beautiful Coffee brown eye locking onto yours. He wanted you. He wanted you more than anything.

“Yer a work of art, a piece that needs explainin’.. that needs.. more love an’ attention than what it’s been getting.” He breathed against your neck, his breath hot and smelling of cheap beer. Nuzzling into your neck, he let out an exhale of relief, both his hands comming to rest on the dip of your waist.

“I.. don’t know what to say.” Was all you could muster up, that bubble of worry and panic building in your chest, making your heart jump at the thought of him betraying you. The thought of him declaring his love for you only to discard it the next day.. the minute after he took you to heaven and back.

“Ya dinne have tah say a word. Trust me.” He spoke softly, kissing up gently to just beneath your ear, a hand sliding up your waist and back, only to gently tangle in your hair and pull you closer to him.

He shuddered against you, a swell forming in his pants, the heat making it almost unbearable for him to keep them on any longer. But your comfort was above all else right now. He was drunker than a sailor on his day off, but he knew damn well to keep his head screwed on tight and treat you right. He pulled back and looked up at you with pleading eyes. Eyes that spoke of trust and need. It was difficult to choose. What if he decided last minute to not go through this with you? To choose to leave you behind? To take and break you? But the faint hope of him staying remained. The warmth of his touch left an unspoken promise of what was to come in the near future. You needed him just as badly.

Nodding your head, he took your hands, standing up and guiding you down the hall and to his room. He held you delicately, like you where a porcelain doll, like you could fall and break like glass at any given moment.. but that may have been from your wobbly and stumbling from your drunkness. Opening the door for you, you walked in.

His room was a bomb scattered filth, but could you not say the same for your own? The team barely had time to keep anything up to shape. You turned around; watching his face grow a bit red from embarrassment of his messy room. He shut and locked the door behind you, staying there for a moment to gather himself. Turning back to you, he gave you a timid smile, taking tentative steps towards you. He was trying to convey that he meant no harm, that he meant true and well! He didn’t want to leave you broken hearted.. he wanted to give this thing a genuine try. He’d never forgive himself if he ended up treating you just like everyone else. He loved you.

Gently, he guided you to sit on the edge of his bed, the bed old, creaky and as hard as a rock. Tavish walked up to you, he could hardly contain his excitement and arousal, the sight of you sitting there almost breathless to the mere sight of him was a big enough turn on.. and to add, he could see that tent in your pants. It made his mouth water.

”Tell meh what tah do.” He whispered, tilting his head down a bit, never letting his gaze drop from your own. But you shook your head.. you’d rather much have him tell YOU what to do, it was a lot easier. (I’m sticking my tongue out and shaking my head)

”No. you tell me.. let me take care of you, let me be the one who brings you to pleasure— let me make you feel good..” you breathed, looking up at him with big bright eyes. He held his breath in his chest, fists clenching and unclenching at the thought of you being obedient, being HIS.

”You lil mink.. ye know I don’t like to take charge like that.. to take from yah.” He responded, but his body language was screaming the opposite. You found yourself not caring. He could see it, and yet he couldn’t help himself any longer, with a heavy sigh through his nostrils, he leaned down, pulling you into a hot kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, tangling and dancing with your own.

he moaned into you, clenching his fists into your hair, tugging you closed against his lips. He pulled back aggressively, grinning like a wild man.

”get on yer knees then, I’ll be sure to dominate ya nice and hard.” Eagerly, you flipped over, getting on your hands and knees, that pressure building south growing harder and harder to resist the longer this teasing went on.

Tavish got behind you, pulling your ass back against his hips, grinding against you with lustful groans and grunts. He reached over, begining to palm you through your pants, causing you to shudder and instinctively hump back against his hand. He let out a laugh, giving your cock a small squeeze before pulling his hand back to return at holding your hip. With his other hand he reached over to his nightstand, opening it and rummaging through the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube.

”This will have ya nice and smooth for me.. take off yer pants and boxers. I wanna see yer arse” He grinned, watching you eagerly shove down your pants and underwear. Instantly you felt relief off your groin, cock springing out and drizzling precum all over his sheets

”good boy.” He rumbled, in a mock motion of being tender, he poured some lube between your ass cheeks, rubbing his finger through and making sure to lather you up well. His finger barely breached your hole before leaving again, causing you to whine out.

squeezing your cheeks roughly, he let his hands run up your sides, now running them down your stomach and down to your throbbing cock, making you lose your breath.

“Look at ya.. so ready for me. I bet this things a cryin’ mess, sobbing all over just to have me rub up on it..” he teased, gripping your cock and stroking it slowly. You hissed in pleasure, back arching right into his touch. 

“p-please, Tavish!—“

”Oh hush! I’m getting there ya impatient thing..” Tavish pulled back, using his hand to undo his belts and pants, stroking himself after fully removing his clothing. He guided himself to your entrance, holding up it hips steady, he shut his eyes, focusing on the sensation as he slowly pushed into your body.

You completely writhed beneath him, forgetting all about everything around you, anyone who could possibly hear the both of you, you discarded any concern, throwing it to the streets. He felt to amazing to worry about anything else. Tavish pushed into deeper, completely filling you up. With his hips now flush against your ass he finally opened his eyes again, letting out a breathless laugh, his hands giving your hips a playful squeeze. Your cock throbbed impatiently against your thigh, that aching heat to painful to ignore. Whimpering, you pushed your thighs together, adding pressure to your cock to hopefully silence that scream of touching yourself to the man that was fucking you.

”I’m gonna fuck ye hard and fast.. ye understand?” He leaned forward, letting his sideburns brush against your earlobe. You nodded your head, the feel of your cheeks burning already telling you how red you where.

Finally after what seemed like forever and a whole lot of slow burn, Tavish pulled out and slammed right back into you, rocking turn entire world. You cried out in pure pleasure, causing Tavish to hold you tighter. He began a rough, messy pace, cock sliding in and out of you like a piston, a wide smirk displayed on his lips.

”There ya go! Yer so tight..” he grunted, giving you a playful smack on the ass, drawing out a gasp from you that made him giggle.

he thrusted harder, putting more effort into reaching places inside of you that no one else could touch. You writhed beneath him, chest now flat against the mattress and ass still raised high up in the air like you were in heat. You clawed desperately at the sheets, barely even able to draw breath in without it comming right out into a moan. You could swear he reached your prostate! Everytime he hit inside of you it felt like heaven, like a shock of pleasure shooting through your body and to the ends of your nerves. It was amazing.

Unable to resist, you reached between your thighs, stroking yourself in time with his thrust, thumb grazing beneath the cocks head, making your body shudder and thirst into your hand, you felt so pathetic, like a horny teenager so desperate for touch, even if it was your own. That familiar build of heat began to rise in your lower belly everything growing sensitive.

”i-I’m gonna—“ Before it was even announced you came, splattering the sheets with your thick white ropes of sperm, your entire body shuddering and twitching with the force of your orgasm.

as if on cue Tavish also reached his peak, groaning out and pulling out, stroking himself quickly before painting your back in white stripes. His chest heaved up and down, now allowing himself to fall beside you. He turned his head to you watching you slowly come down from your high; allowing youth body to rest on his stomach, head turned into the mattress. Smiling softly, he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“Oh love… that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in me life..” he whispered to you, trying his best to soothe you.

You smiled weakly and turned into him shutting your weary eyes.