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This definitely wasn't how you expected this Hitman-like mission to turn out.
You were dressed in elegant dark green silk dress with a split down the right leg. When you walked down the stairs of the safe house you and the 141 stayed in, silence followed. The men standing by the entrance stared at her.
You self-consciously tugged at the dress hugging your wider hips. You weren't used to wearing dresses or skirts, but you were needed as a distraction on this mission. Bad men were apparently quite dumb if they could be easily distracted by a woman on an other man's arm.
"Is it bad?" You asked.
Johnny shook his head, "No! Bonnie! You look… magnificent!"
"Not that you don't look magnificent any other day, of course," Captain quickly added, his voice deeper and rougher than usual.
"You look beautiful," said Gaz, his voice steady and sure, calm, almost like he expected this.
Ghost was already stationed at the lookout so he couldn't chime in, but you didn't expect any reaction out of him anyway.
Your face felt hot, you could only hope the make up would hide the redness.
"Thank you. You…" you looked all the lads up and down, you didn't think they could pull of a tuxedo but you were clearly wrong. Even Johnny managed to look elegant.
"You all clean up well."
Gaz gave you a kind smile, Price blushed under his beard, Johnny lit up and puffed, which made made you giggle.
You were dying on the inside. You rarely giggled and rarely gave men compliments, not necessarily because they didn't deserve them, but some men took it as an invitation you didn't actually grant.
Thankfully 141 never made you feel unsafe or like they wanted to take more than you gave. Being their medic had its challenges but they were always respectful.
Out of all the men you liked Johnny the most. He was friendly, always made you laugh when you needed it the most. He somehow always knew when you needed comfort or a laugh or just a cup of coffee. His voice made you think of romance audio-book narrators. If he narrated one you probably wouldn't even need to touch yourself. You had a thing for a Scottish accent and you loved how it thickened when he got angry. Once he punched 141's terrorist target because he kept looking at you when you inspected him for concussion. Price had to intervene and tell him to stand down. Soap called the terrorist an "eejit" which confused him and it made for a good distraction from the tense situation.
Gaz, on the other hand, was level-headed, calm under pressure (you were told it wasn't always that way but you guessed Price had a lot to do with his growth) and was the one who in unfortunate circumstances interacted with civilians and you admired him for how he instructed them towards safety. If you were to ever find yourself alone and in danger you'd hope to have a guiding angel like him.
Ghost knowingly or not tapped into your darker side. The side that made you think you weren't the only one with mental health issues. His sarcasm and dad jokes were usually exchanged with Johnny but recently he started to include you too. Slowly but surely you grew on him. He was instructed to check and update your knowledge of gun safety and supervise your training since you weren't a field medic for a while. He was strict but it made you respect him because he did it to keep you safe, not to be mean to you.
Price was like a guiding star, his confidence in you made your own insecurities take a backseat and hush. It was addicting. Especially when results brought his praise too. You tried to squash the need for it. But every time he told you you did a good job, your stomach flipped and you hoped the desperate joy wasn't obvious on your face. Whenever he would call Farah his voice changed and it made you soft inside.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Black market weapons dealer in handcuffs and discretely escorted out of the mansion, your shoulders sagged in relief. And the only injury you had to tend to once you got back to the safe house was Johnny's cut on his head. The dealer wore rings with spikes like a reject from some 2000s emo boy band.
You sat in the backseat of the 141 van with Soap sitting next to you as you tended to his wound. Luckily it wasn't deep so you dabbed it with disinfectant and a cotton pad.
Gaz broke the silence, "Do you have any cute plasters in that med bag of yours?"
"Hmm… I have one with Princess Elsa but I'm saving that for… well, just in case." You didn't even to think about a possibility of having to treat a child but you had to be prepared for everything and what if that child was a big fan of Frozen?
Johnny frowned at Gaz when he laughed at the image of Soap with a Frozen plaster (band-aid) on his head.
"Important thing is my head's not injured so much that I'd need to have my hair shaved off completely."
"Oh yes, that is quite fortunate." Ghost remarked. "Cannot imagine you looking any worse than you do now."
Johnny rolled his eyes at him. Ghost just sat opposite him completely unmoving, except for his eyes as they traced your movements.
You took out an ordinary brown band-aid from the kit and put it over the wound.
"All the money in the world can't buy taste," you huffed. "Who wears rings like that anyway? And why? It's so cringe."
Gaz and Johnny laughed.
Then Johnny took your hand and gave your knuckles a kiss as a thank you. You fussed with your bag to hide your blush.
The safe house was not luxurious by any means but at least the men were gentlemanly enough to give you one of the two bedrooms. You felt bad for mere five seconds before you remembered Price snored like a broken truck.
You were in your room, packing things you didn't need anymore. You were to leave and return to base tomorrow evening. Once you checked your list of items you packed you gave a satisfied hum and turned to your bedside table. You drank the tea Ghost made you (he insisted because "no one knows how to make a proper cuppa"). You liked tea under normal circumstances but when Ghost made you tea, it warmed you… differently. It was the simplicity and domesticity of it that got to you. He wasn't nice to most people, but he was to you and you took some pride in that.
You smiled then wiped it off and told yourself to be normal (easier said than done) and went to the kitchen with the empty mug.
You paused at the top of the stairs when you heard Johnny's attempted whispering.
"She's so bonnie though!" He sounded tortured.
You swallowed and clenched the mug closer to yourself almost like a lifeline. You thought about your mission today. Did he fancy one of the guests? Your heart started to beat faster.
"Johnny for god's sake, just don't pounce on the poor woman," said Price. "You know how she is."
"Cap," Gaz spoke up, "wouldn't it be better if…"
"No. I know you're probably better suited but those two making eyes at each other is making me almost sick. They need to get it out of their systems before any of us come into play."
"Maybe we should also ask if she wants us to come into play," said Ghost.
"Of course she does," Gaz sounded offended. "It's not just Soapey here she fancies."
Price hummed. "She does blush quite pretty when I praise her."
You almost dropped your mug. You felt hot and dull ache in your core. They couldn't… no. Not you, surely. There had to have been some other woman…You held your breath and decided that you could pour water from the tap in the upstairs bathroom. You wanted to slap yourself on the forehead for not thinking about it sooner.
You slowly turned on your heel when, "You can come downstairs now, luv." Of course Ghost knew you were hiding in the shadows like an eavesdropping creep.
You cringed and carefully went downstairs. Ghost stood at the bottom of the stairs, skull mask replaced by black balaclava… and a hoodie, black of course. She rarely saw him in casual clothes.
The other three men stood around the island in the kitchen, watching you carefully like predators they could turn into.
You hoped the earth would swallow you whole when you looked up at Ghost.
He watched you emotionless when you gave him an unconvincing smile and gestured to the mug in your hand.
"I just… wanted water. A-and of course to thank you for the tea and to wash this… mug… that I'm holding. Still." You looked down at it and your face scrunched. "Sorry. I didn't mean to… not intentionally at least… to eavesdrop."
"We weren't quiet so no one's gonna hold it against you."
"Right."
Suddenly Gaz replaced the empty mug with a glass of water. Count on him to focus on the important.
"Here," he said gently and gave you a reassuring smile.
Johnny's head banged on the island top. "Steaming Jesus!"
"Okay… I mean, thank you, Gaz. I'll go upstairs now."
Before you took a single step, Ghost grabbed your other arm.
"You're not going upstairs." His deep voice reminded you of why enemies hated to not see him coming.
Your heart was in your throat. What was happening?
"Listen, guys, you can finish your… uhm… talk in peace."
"No."
"Ghost," you heard Price's warning tone.
"Jesus, lads, stop. All of ye!"
Johnny pushed both Gaz and (somehow) even Ghost away from you. He came to stand in front of you, gently wrapped his big hands around yours on the cup. "Drink."
You did and looked up. You felt like the space between you was a separate universe, away from the craziness.
"Lass, I'm sorry," he whispered and moved his hands from your to cup your face like you were a gemstone he's scared to drop.
You blinked. "No, I'm… you don't have to apologize. It's normal you would talk about that," you chuckled awkwardly.
He looked at you confused. "I suppose it is…" he said quietly.
"Am I in hell?" Ghost's voice cut through your bubble. Gaz snickered.
"What I mean, bonnie, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I didn't think I'll be confessing feelings in front of this annoying audience."
You were getting more confused. "I don't understand what is happening or what the big deal is. If you fancied someone at the fancy gala in that fancy mansion then…" you stopped talking, voice suddenly stuck.
Johnny blinked, his eyes clearing a bit. "I see," he laughed. "No, lass. I or… we… weren't talking about some random woman. It's you who drives me wild!"
Your eyes nearly doubled in size and he really wanted to pounce then and show you just how much you affected him.
"Me?" It came out as a barely audible whisper. "Sure?"
"Aye, quite."
He slowly stepped closer to you, tasting the waters, seeing if you'd let him and you did. Johnny took the empty glass from your hands and shoved it into Gaz's chest, ignoring his laugh. Taking your hands into his, he brought them closer to his face.
You gulped and buzzed with anticipation as to what he'll do next.
He placed one palm on his cheek and the other on his mouth. He kissed your palm. You shivered. He smelled so good, his stubble freshly trimmed and deliciously scratchy against your palm. Without breaking eye contact he moved your arm little higher to kiss inside of your wrist.
Johnny tried not to inhale like a K9 on a hunt for drugs but your perfume might as well be a drug. So sweet. He gently nibbled. You let out a gasp. His bright blue eyes were as dark as the bottom of the ocean now. That's the sort of thing you read about but no man ever looked the way he did. Enamored.
"Bonnie, please. Say or do something. Anything. I'll take anything."
You chewed on your bottom lip and his eyes followed.
"Want me to kiss you?"
You nodded.
"Words, bonnie." His voice was low, almost like when he was angry.
"Yes, I want you to kiss me."
Johnny closed his eyes and moaned. "Good lass," he growled and finally kissed you.
You immediately melted towards him, he quickly wrapped one hand around your waist and the other went to the back of your head to angle you the way he wanted. You opened your lips and he dived in. Both of your moans vibrated between you.
Your hands grabbed his T-shirt and fisted the fabric. You didn't know whether to be grateful or not that it didn't rip.
His tongue was rough and hot against yours. You groaned when he bit into your lower lip.
"Breathe through your nose, luv, otherwise you're gonna pass out," you heard Ghost's voice somewhere behind you, he sounded close but faraway at the same time.
You listened to him and almost desperately wrapped your arms around Johnny's thick neck, palms rubbing his back. He growled again and pressed his hips against yours. You let out a gasp when you felt his bulge against yours stomach. Maybe he was a K9 in a previous life; he was so enthusiastic.
"That's enough, Johnny, before you come in your jeans." Ghost again.
Johnny's mouth detached from yours roughly when Ghost grabbed his mohawk to pull him away.
"Nasty, Johnny," came in Gaz's amused voice from your right side.
"Shut up, Garrick."
You blinked out of your dazed state.
"Oh…" You just realized they were all watching you, their predatory look in their eyes returned. Your face was on fire, Johnny noticed and brushed his thumbs against your cheeks.
"Sweet," he whispered.
"It's alright, darling. If you don't want us to be in the same room as Johnny, tell us now," said Gaz.
The tight coil of anticipation and excitement in your lower belly suggested otherwise. You torn your gaze away from Johnny.
Gaz looked at you expectantly, shoulders back and head high, ready for whatever order you gave. Ghost tried to look unaffected by all of this, but his gaze was like a wolf. Lastly, the Captain, he stood in the background, in front of the kitchen island now, hands on the cold surface behind him. His broad chest heaved and there was a slight smirk on his face. Like he knew what you'd say next.
"I want… you wouldn't mind if…" you looked a Johnny for help.
"No. I wouldn't mind. We're a team and we all feel the same way about you. Or well, I feel maybe more strongly than others, but we all want you."
"What is it you all felt then?" you asked quietly, almost non-believing this was happening.
"Like we'd burn the whole world before it hurt you. Like we'd protect you from anything and everything. We want to give you everything. And we want to make you feel beautiful because you are. None of us want to see you again like earlier today, insecure in the most stunning dress…" Johnny trailed off as he ran his hands down your sides, thumbs teased the shape of your breasts.
"When I saw you through the scope," Ghost came closer to your left when he spoke to your ear, "I wanted to jerk off right there and then. On the job." He grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to look at him. "I never break like that. You made me crack."
You bit your lower lip, something about that image excited you. The ever professional Ghost who only ever knew his work, wanted to touch himself while on the lookout and comms. Would you have heard it in his voice if he did? The movement of his lips beneath the balaclava and shape of his eyes told you he knew what you were thinking about.
"When we sat next to each other at the table," Gaz spoke next and Ghost turned your head towards him, "I kept looking at the split in the dress. I wished it was higher. I wished I could've reached under and fingered you under the table."
Johnny was the one who moaned this time.
"Garrick for feck's sake."
Gaz smirked at him. "You would've probably just bend her over the table, right?"
"Shut up!"
"Quiet both of you." Price spoke up and the men went quiet.
He outstretched his arms towards you and beckoned. "Come here, love."
Your legs trembled but you went right into his embrace, hugged his torso and nuzzled his chest. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.
"Is it too much? Again, you can say you've had enough any time."
Your gripped around him tightened and he felt your nipples harden through the thin fabrics of your T-shirt and bra. He groaned. You felt his growing tent and you rubbed yourself against him, embarrassed at yourself for having such a reaction in the first place.
You tried to hide your blushing face in the crook of his neck, but he pulled you away by the roots of your hair
"None of that, love. No need to be shy or embarrassed."
He bent down to kiss you. You moaned into his mouth. His kiss was less wild than Johnny's but it made you want more from him. Draw it out. Your hands wondered down his strong chest to the waist of his cargo pants.
You heard Johnny moan behind you.
"Jealous, Sergeant?" Price broke the kiss to taunt him. "You'll get your turn."
Before you or anyone could do anything, Price's big hands grabbed the back of your thighs and you found yourself being carries like you weighed nothing towards the living room area.
He gently sat you on the sofa and looked down on you. He brushed yourself against hair out of your face. You looked up at him in anticipation, ready to do what he ordered.
"I know you seek my approval, love."
"Yes, Captain."
You almost didn't recognize yourself. Did you fall through the looking glass?
He smirked and put your hands on his belt.
"Take off my pants and take my cock out."
You squeezed your thighs together and rubbed, trying to relieve the ache that came with the order but you did as he said. You unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, unbuttoned and unzipped, the sound of the zip and heavy breathing filling the room.
You saw the rest of the gang in your peripheral vision, in the corner of the room like obedient puppies waiting for their turn and all of them with hands down their pants, stroking their aching cocks.
Price grabbed your head again. "On me, love. Never mind them for now."
"Sorry, sir." Price growled in approval and you quickly pulled down his pants and boxers.
His cock sprang out, hard and aimed at you. Never mind gunshot wounds, this is what would end you. Red at the head, thick and veiny.
"Touch it, love."
You reached out and immediately started stroking him. You loved the vein that ran underneath, you loved certain textures and you thought if you would feel it in your pussy.
"So needy."
You looked up at him, he gave you a nod of encouragement and that was all you needed to wrap your lips around his head.
He groaned loudly, like a bear who woke from his winter sleep and began his search for fresh meat. He gently pushed your head and your lips went down his shaft, coating him in your saliva, You stroked what you couldn't fit in your mouth. The wet sounds and moans and occasional chocking when Price pushed harder filled the room.
"Permission to speak, Captain," came in Gaz's voice.
"It better be good."
"Her clothes are still on."
"Good observation. Come and do something about it, Sergeant," Price said roughly.
The ache between your thighs got stronger and you started to move your hips against the sofa's cushions, desperately hoping for some friction.
Price tutted and pulled out of your wet mouth.
"Love, your mouth is heavenly but I didn't give you permission to rub your pussy on the sofa."
"Sorry, sir."
Price shook his head at you and nodded at Gaz to approach.
"Cap, why's Garrick the one touching her now?"
Gaz took off your T-shirt and made a desperate sound at the sight of your blue thin bra. Wasn't fancy but that didn't matter. You did have bigger breasts so you were certain that the color or style didn't matter to the men in the room.
"Shite."
You locked eyes with him as Gaz took off your sweatpants, exposing matching panties. Johnny started to rub himself faster and rougher than before as he drank in the sight in front of him. He wanted to shove his dick either between your generous tits or tights. He wanted to cover you with his come. Wanted to mark you.
You focused on the movement of his forearm muscles. The cheeky bastard lifted his shirt so you'd see the happy trail disappearing into his pants. His abs tensed and flexed. Wait. Was he flexing his forearm too? You looked him in the eye and sure, his smirk gave away his peackocking. It was adorable.
"Love." Price hooked a finger under your chin and turned you to him. He didn't look pleased.
"There will be time for that muppet later. You have your Captain," he moved closer to your face, holding his hard cock, "in" he slapped your cheek with it, "front " another slap to the other cheek, "of you." And another, then he shoved himself into your mouth.
You gagged and tears came out of our eyes.
"Consider this your punishment for disobedience." He growled and with a firm hold of the back of your head he fucked your mouth mercilessly.
While you chocked and gagged and let rivers of saliva and pre-cum run down your mouth and neck, Gaz slid the top of your bra down, exposing your hard nipples.
"Play with her tits, Garrick."
Gaz, always the obedient soldier, listened. He knelt on the sofa behind you and took your breasts into his big hands. He groaned.
"So soft," he whispered.
He kneaded them like dough, then rubbed thumbs over your nipples. Your moans got louder. And even louder when he pinched them between his thumb and pointer finger. Rolled the nipples between them, then let them go, then playfully slapped them and kneaded again to soften the sting.
"Such a good girl," said Price gently, "taking the punishment like a champ. Swallow my cum and I'll reward you."
You moaned and nodded in agreement. Price's thrusts became harsher and irregular, Gaz rubbed some of the juices coming out of your mouth all over your tits, and he calmly continues playing with your aching nipples.
Price growled, showing his dick down your throat so that your nose was touching the coarse hair at the base. Your throat and mouth were filled with his salty cum. You chocked but tried to swallow as much as possible.
Price let go of you and slid out. White cum connecting you. You breathed in deeply and moaned. He wiped his wet head on your cheeks and kissed you after, gently licking away all the mess you made.
"Good girl."
You let out a whine. He chuckled.
Ghost exchanged a look with Captain, stood up and took two steps towards you.
"Sit on Lieutenant's boot and make yourself cum," Captain's orders.
Your brain froze for a moment, you blinked up at Ghost who was still clothed from head to toe, except for the lack of gloves and the trousers unbuttoned, granting you a little glimpse of skin.
Ever patient Ghost simply stood feet wide apart and waited. It encouraged you more than if they pressured you. They knew that.
You stood and came closer to him. You sank lower, the muscles of your thighs stretching as you positioned yourself so that your covered pussy sat on his boot. The moan you let out was involuntary and made Johnny swear again in the background.
"Pinch me if it's too much. And keep those eyes on me," ordered Ghost in a gruff voice.
You nodded and started to roll your hips. Your pussy was aching and clenching around nothing, the clit was swollen and so sensitive. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his strong leg, feeling the muscles on his thighs. You wanted to close your eyes, hang your head back in pleasure coursing from your clit through your entire trembling body.
Ghost's hand held your head against his leg, groaning when seeing your blissed expression and those big eyes staring adoringly at him.
"I don't think I've had anyone look at me the way you do," he whispered, "and it's tearing me apart," he finished, his voice rough from unspoken emotions.
You wanted to reassure him, give him comfort he rarely felt. You slowly let your hand trail up his leg, coming to a stop where his tent began.
"Sir," you moaned. "May I…"
Ghost closed his eyes for a moment, one hand still on your head, the other reached inside to take his cock out. You froze for a moment. Ghost was a big man… you guessed it made sense for everything else to be big too. You were guided to kiss the side of it, a soft hum escaped your lips. You heard him groan above you as he guided your swollen lips to the tip, wet and glistening with pre-cum.
"Careful, L.T., don't want her to pass out."
"Even if she did, it'd be hard to get me off her."
A surge of pleasure ran through you at his words, definitely unexpected, you liked being conscious, but there was something about Ghost…
"Breathe through your nose, pet. Good," he praised when he slid inside your mouth.
To your surprise, Ghost let you suck him at your own pace. You bobbed your head up and down, loving his scent and taste. He whispered more praises about how tight and hot your mouth was, it spurred you on. The movement of your hips became quicker, less smooth, the texture of your soaked panties and rough leather boots and laces made you see stars. High pitched moans, slurps and gags, Ghosts deep voice and you let go. He held you close to his dark blond curls as you slowly rolled your hips to come down from the high. You hummed around his throbbing length with each exhale until you calmed down.
Ghost's hand stroke your hair, you stayed like that with eyes closed for a moment, until he pulled out, held your hair tight and angled your head. You heard him stroke himself and with a deep grunt he came all over your face in thick hot white ropes.
"Good pet," he murmured almost in trance at the sight of you.
Your throat felt dry. You swallowed and opened your eyes. You coughed a little to get rid of the discomfort and seconds later a full glass of water was pressed to your lips.
"Don't worry, darling. Drink… slowly… That's it."
When you were done, you looked up at Gaz, standing next to Ghost with a gentle smile on his face.
"Better?"
You nodded. Captain lifted you from Ghost's boot that was now shiny with your cum, your blush spread down to your chest. Ghost chuckled. "Kinda wish I made her sit on the other boot as well."
"Next time, Ghost," said Price strictly and he laid you over the sofa's arm rest. Gaz put pillow under your head and walked behind you.
"You alright to keep going?" he asked.
"Yes," you replied with a trembling and weak voice. "Please."
Captain sat by your head and stroked your hair, getting it out of your face. They didn't wipe out Ghost's cum yet. Price seemed to read your mind.
"We'll clean you up properly after. We want all of our cum on you, love. You're so pretty like that. Like you're ours."
Gaz made a strangled noise behind you when he took your soaked panties off. Your lips were puffy and pink and glistening. Gaz knelt in front of your exposed self and spread your lips with thumbs, holding you open. Your pussy fluttered around empty cold air that made you whine.
"Beautiful."
He leaned closer and spit on you. You felt a tear running down your thigh.
"So wet."
You felt hot air and then his tongue licking you from your clit to your tight round hole. You wiggled a little in discomfort. You weren't ready for anything or anyone to go near your back end.
"Words, love."
"Not there. Just my pussy, please."
"Good girl. Will do."
Gaz put his tongue on you again, but this time it slithered in, tasting your soft walls as they tried to squeeze around him. He grabbed your ample hips and grounded you to his face. You felt the soft tongue stroking your insides, then coming in and out from you. You moaned in ecstasy. No one ever fucked you with their tongue before. Gaz definitely made you toss the old unpleasant memories out of your head; the soft groans and slurpy wet noises proved that he enjoyed himself.
It didn't take long before your toes curled and legs trembled. Suddenly he plunged two fingers into your sensitive core. You yelled out in pleasure. His tongue was very nice but his fingers were wider and longer. He massaged your mushy insides and when he found your G spot, you were writhing and yelling into the pillow.
"Gaz! Oh my god!"
He was thrusting his fingers and moving them in a way that made him hit the spot each time.
"Faster!"
He obliged, moving his fingers faster and sucking on the rest of the space, drinking in your sweet juices.
"Oh, pleasepleaseplease."
He bent his head and sucked on your clit hard. Price held your head firmly against the pillow, praising you as you mewled .
"Come for us, sweet girl," he brushed your hair out of the face again, "watch her, boys. Show us, love."
You was on the edge and with a few rolls of your hips, you came hard on Gaz's face. He continued sucking until you rode out another orgasm. You slumped against sofa when he finally unattached himself from your swollen pussy. You felt wetness coming down your thighs, not just a single tear now.
"She's proper drenched now. Good job, Gaz," you heard Ghost's voice behind you.
You opened your eyes and everyone except Price stood behind you, staring at your pulsing pussy in awe (and adoration in Johnny's case). Gaz stroked himself roughly until he came all over your ass.
"Good lad," said Price who stood from his spot by your head.
You whined pathetically and looked up at him. He smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you, just want to take a look at your sweet cunt. Will you let me?" You nodded. Of course you'd let him, but it was good of him to ask.
You closed your eyes, let yourself relax for a moment. You were slowly lulled to sleep by the heavy breathing, stroking of palms across sensitive skins and quiet voices.
"She's so sweet."
"Look at her dripping. We'll need to clean this place up before we leave."
"Only you could think about cleaning right now. Bloody 'ell."
"I once saw this glass dildo. I wonder if we'd see everything if we put it in her."
"Hmm.. probably doesn't vibrate, right?"
"No. It's glass."
"Shame, I'd like a vibrator with multiple settings. Torture her proper."
The idea made your pussy clench.
"Steaming Jesus, L.T."
"What? She clearly likes it."
A few seconds of silence.
"Why were you looking at glass dildos?"
Someone gave your butt gentle pats.
"Ah, I see Johnny wasn't the only one with the crush then," said Ghost.
Someone gently turned you around and lifted you, bridal style. You nuzzled against a wide hard chest. You opened your eyes, seeing Scottish flag on Johnny's peck.
"Johnny!" you sighed in content and moved one arm around his neck and pressed your nose against his neck. Kissing and nicking at the skin there. You knew he's taste delicious.
"Are you okay, bonnie?"
You hummed, content, but your pussy was still begging for more. For him.
"I need you, Johnny," you whispered against his chest and gave the flag a kiss which made him groan.
He gently laid you on the bed where you stretched like a cat. He sighed and shook his head in disbelief.
"You're so beautiful."
"Come here, handsome," you stretched out your arms towards him and spread your legs.
He was more than handsome. Broad, muscular, thick toned thighs, tattoos. Before you first saw him, this hadn't been your usual type. But he definitely was now.
His eyes sparkled with mischief just the way you liked. He covered your body with his. You stroked his sides, then gently scratched his back with your nails. Johnny moaned right before he kissed your bottom lip.
You opened your mouth and felt him slid his tongue inside. One of his hands held your head in place by the neck as he devoured you. You liked the slight pressure he put there, you became more breathless and started rolling your hips into him, looking for friction.
"Sweet Jesus, lassie," he spoke against your mouth.
He bucked his hips so that you rubbed against his bare cock. You groaned and your movements became more erratic. He was probably the thickest of all of the men. You couldn't wait for him to stretch you out and using your pussy the way he liked.
The hand on your neck squeezed in warning.
"Rub your wet pussy on me any harder and we'll both come sooner than desired."
"But I want to come, Johnny," you mewled into his mouth.
He put his lips on your neck right below your earlobe. You yelled out at the pleasure your nerves registered when he sucked on the delicate skin there. His other hand gripped your hip to keep you still. His grip was strong, you couldn't move much, all you could do was lay there gasping softly and let him suck on you like a piece of candy.
He unleeched himself from you and licked the spot that already formed a bruise. You slid your hands into his hair when his hot mouth neared your breast. He sucked on the soft skin of your breasts from all angles. The hand pinning you at the hip moved you one breast and used his hips to keep you still instead.
"You're not gonna come until I tell you," he said gruffly.
The hungry, now dark blue, eyes watched reverently when he thumbed your stiff peak. You made a noise and he… shushed you?
"Did you just shush me?"
"Shush."
Your giggle transitioned into a moan when he grabbed your breast and squeezed your nipple between two fingers and licked it with a tip of his tongue. Then he paused, thinking for a second, then he spit on it, squeezed and massaged and licked with the tip of his tongue. Johnny clearly wanted to take his time but it was so overstimulating. Cold spit, warm hand and hot rough tongue. It was too much. You tried to move, but couldn't.
"Johnny!"
He stopped circling your painful nipple to look at you.
"Color?"
"Green, Johnny, but please! I need you."
He smirked, the confident bastard. "Oh trust me, I know."
It was time for the other breast to get some attention. He kept his hand on your now red and tortured breast and simple turned his head, moving the arm holding your neck out of the way revealing your other nipple.
With a satisfied hum he lowered his mouth on it, engulfing as much of your breast as possible. You exclaimed when you felt him suck on you, combing with the downright filthy sounds you were almost delirious. Wet tongue was swirling around the sensitive nipple, playing with it, stroking in all directions. Johnny was breathing heavily through his nose, but it wasn't enough because he let go with a loud wet pop and breathed in through his open mouth, saliva all around his mouth, making his stubble look shiny in the dimply lit bedroom.
"Perfect tits," he whispered to himself with eyes closed.
"Please Johnny, I'm begging you," you weren't proud of it, but his hungry satisfied gaze was worth it. You gently stroked his chest and abs, hoping to pacify him with soft touches.
He trailed soft kisses down your middle all the way to your leaking pussy, creating a wet spot on the white sheets. One hand that held your neck now took hold of your breast, and the other grabbed the soft muscle of your inner thigh, spreading your leg wider.
He chuckled. "Messy lass."
"Oh, you're the one to talk big guy."
He laughed and pointed a finger at you. "I don't think you're in a position to talk back."
Your smile disappeared because you knew the incoming threat. You were spread open, vulnerable to all kinds of punishments. His gaze became knowing. He knew what you were thinking and he followed through.
At first it was a gentle tap at the apex of your sex. You whimpered.
"I'm sorry, Johnny. I-I'll be good, I promise."
The hand holding your breast gave it one last squeeze before coming down, two fingers forming a V spread your lips.
"So wet and needy, lass. You talk big game in this state?" he asked playfully. "See… I don't believe that you'll be good. You think," he gently slapped your swollen clit, you yelled out, "because I'm so friendly and I banter with you," another slap, "that you can talk to me that way?"
The next slap was slightly harsher, the sting was still pleasant though and Johnny was watching your face very closely for any discomfort.
"Or is it because I'm just a sergeant? You were nicer to Cap and L.T." he pouted then slapped your clit again. "But then again, you were also nice to Gaz…" he trailed off.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I do like joking with yo- Ah!" you squeaked when he slapped you again, his expression was serious. "I-I like you so much, m-maybe it's because I'm comfortable around you. You make me feel…" You paused, caught off guard when your mouth worked faster than your brain and was ready to confess things.
"What? Bonnie, tell me," he coaxed her gently, his mouth was now so close to he exposed self that she felt his hot breath and wanted to move closer. "Tell me," his lips came closer to yours, a mere hair away from yours, "what I make you feel. Or I won't be the one that you'll fall apart for. I'll call in the lads to finish ya off. And I would be very upset if that happened," his tone dropped lower when he said it.
"Safe," was the first word that came to your mind. You closed your eyes, not bearing to see a reaction you didn't want to see in case it broke your heart.
"Look at me, bonnie."
After a second you did. His face was stoic and unmoving, pupils dilated. "Anything else?"
"Appreciated…" you thought of his hard cock, hungry mouth and watchful look that made sure you were having a good time. Also all the talks, jokes and coffee prior to this. "L-loved."
"Yes," he whispered, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, nose softly nudging your clit that had you quiver with desire. "There's one more feeling I want ya to feel. Starts with a b," he looked up, patiently waiting for an answer.
"B… bonnie?" you guessed.
He grinned, the word coming out of your mouth seemed to have melted his seriousness. "Aye. D'ya know what it means?"
"No, but I'm guessing something good."
"It means beautiful."
"Oh," you felt lightheaded. You were just an ordinary woman, a medic…
Before you spiraled deeper you were jolted back to reality with another slap to your clit.
"None of that, bonnie. Keep your eyes on me or I'll make good on my promises," threats he meant but you didn't dare arguing.
You kept your eyes on him as he looked down at your spread fluttering lips and red clit. He groaned.
"Look at you. I want to frame this, carry it with me everywhere. Wherever I am I could just look at your needy cunt, come in my pants like a horny teenager, but at the end of it, I'll be happy knowing all this is for me."
You hoped that maybe it'd be for other men too. You had fun with them too even though you weren't in love with them as you were with Johnny.
"I know lass," he said. "I can share you if you want. I must say the sight of you on L.T. was quite…" he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, "something. I nearly came right there and then. Such a bonnie lass, shining your Lieutenant's boots with your gorgeous pussy. Your mouth unable to talk back, so full of his cock. How did it feel, lass?"
"It…" you gulped, "it was amazing. I never felt that way. No one ever made me feel like any of you do. And if you meant his cock, he was… delicious."
Johnny groaned. He made sure you were still looking at him when he finally swiped his tongue from the bottom to the top across your wet entrance. You mewled when he reached your clit. He flicked it and played with it just like your nipples. Your thighs trembled and empty pussy contracted around nothing. Your toes curled into the sheets.
He was watching you and you were watching him, hungry eyes and head moving between your legs. He placed his hand that held your waist over your soft stomach and pressed you down so you couldn't sit up like your nerves wanted you to. Thankfully he let you put one hand into his mohawk.
The flat of his tongue pressed on your poor muscle, creating pressure, then he slowly rolled it in a circle. And then repeated it over and over. Flat tongue you wished you could ride, then sensual circles. You were almost crying with desperation when he gave the clit few final kitten licks.
"Please," you whispered.
"What do you need?" he asked and raised himself on his strong arms. He moved up, placed both hands by your head.
"Your cock. In me."
"Which hole?"
The nerve of this man. He grinned, knowing full well you couldn't talk back.
"My pussy. Your cock. In my pussy."
"Are you getting cheeky?"
"No, I swear," you wrapped your hands behind his neck. "Just desperate."
Johnny smiled knowingly. A pillow placed beneath your hips, one leg wrapped around his hip, the other hooked on his arm that held you down, you waited. He gave himself few strokes and tapped your clit with the leaking head; it made your head spin and yell his name impatiently. He took a mercy on you and slowly fed you his thick length.
You both groaned in sync.
"So tight."
"So big."
You squeezed around him.
"Bonnie, don't do that yet or I won't last," he whispered and placed his hand on your neck again, thick fingers gently but firmly wrapped around it.
He used it as a leverage when he started moving into you. The leg hanging from his arm was placed on his shoulder. The angle hit you nice and deep, made his cock rub against your swollen clit. When he bottomed out you felt his coarse hair rubbing against you, scratching and tickling you in such a delicious way that made your legs shake.
He let out a growl when he grinded into you, savoring every second. Johnny's eyes were locked in on you, the sway of your breasts with each deep thrust, the wet and hungry lips around his cock.
"You're a goddess, lass," he let out with a grunt. His voice so deep and desperate.
"Please, you can go faster."
He obliged. His grip around your neck tightened, he thought if he left a mark there he could die a happy man. Your head fell back on the pillows, mouth open, letting out a gasp and "Ah" sound that became more frequent as his pace increased. He moved his knees so that he hovered above you. A desperate animalistic need possessed him, like some sort of trance. He pounded into you, fucking you into the mattress, never wanting to get enough of the wet sounds coming out of your tight cunt and slapping of his balls on your ass, his grunts and your screams calling out to him.
You grabbed his hand on your neck, wrapped your fingers around his flexing muscles and protruding veins and held tight.
His thrusts were harder and faster, you thought you heard scraping of wood and banging. Was that the bed? He leaned closer to you, stretching the muscle on your outstretched leg. You felt his hand slipping between your bodies and then pressure on your clit, letting the movement of your hips ride his thumb.
"Johnny!" you yelled not caring if the whole house heard you.
"Cum, cum on my cock, you needy bitch, so needy! So hungry for me and my cock! Yell out my name again as you come so everyone knows whose bitch you are!"
You were shocked that he called you a bitch but his deep grunts weren't truly malicious and it made you squeeze around him even more. You didn't think you'd like someone claiming you like that. If you were to be anyone's bitch, you'd be Johnny's.
"Johnny!" you yelled like instructed when your muscles tightened and trembled. You let out another scream when you felt yourself letting go and falling.
Johnny growled your name, thrusts were irregular and frantic, your cum lubricating his cock even more and dripping down your pussy and towards your arse. He stilled for a moment and then he unloaded long overdue white thick strings of release into you. He looked down at you, some of it came out as he slowed his movements and his dick pushed out his cum out. You two were making such a mess. He loved it.
"Bonnie," he whispered like a sinner before your holy statue.
Johnny quickly checked your expression. Bliss and fucked out brains, muscles relaxed, skin shiny from sweat. You felt gentle fingers pulling stray hair from your face, caressing your flushed skin along the way.
Your eyes came back to focus when he slowly pulled out. You both groaned. Both your cums trickled down your body.
"So bonnie."
He gathered what he could and pushed it inside. You mewled and he relished in it. You were sensitive and trembled like a leaf barely hanging on. He pulled his fingers out.
"Shh, lass, it's okay. I'll take care of you now. Let me."
You blinked, only partially listening.
"Open."
You did and he slid his wet fingers inside your mouth. You moaned around his fingers and sucked absentmindedly.
"See? You can listen to me just as well. Such a good lass you are."
You nodded and closed your eyes, mouth still sucking his fingers. But they pulled out quickly.
"Do not fall asleep yet."
You dozed off anyway, not sure for how long, but after a while he picked you up carefully and you opened your eyes when you realized he put you in a warm bath that smelled like your cherry blossom shower gel. He knelt by the tub and cleaned you up with a washcloth.
"Thank you," you whispered.
"Shush," you giggled. "None of that. You don't have to thank me for something every respectable (and handsome) lover should do."
After your bath, he dried you and placed you on the open toilet seat like a doll. You started at him and he stared back adoringly.
"Leave please?"
"Right," he blinked and… blushed?
At the doorway he turned and said, "I just wanted to show you that there's no part of you that would drive me away or… would be disgusting or strange… or whatever," he waved his hand bashfully and left.
You were speechless and sat on that toilet for few good minutes before taking care of business.
When you returned to the bedroom, you jumped a little at the sight. Clean sheets and four men on top, all in their underwear except Ghost.
"Sorry, lass," Johnny smiled like he wasn't sorry at all. "You need all the body heat and comfort you can get. Come on," he waved you closer.
"Go on, love." Price was lying closer to the edge so he helped maneuver your tired body with Gaz's help (who was next to him) and you found yourself at the center between Gaz and Johnny. Ghost who laid next to Johnny's other side tossed a blanket over all of you. Price fixed it on his end.
Johnny pressed his chest to your back and snuggled his face into your hair. Gaz took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.
"Sleep tight, princess."
"Goddess," Johnny corrected him.
The men sighed in frustration, it made you chuckle. Someone turned off the lamp.
"I'll try not to snore… Goddess," said Price.
You laughed against Gaz's shoulder and quickly fell asleep after that.